"Ungh," he grunted, as the end of my tongue fluttered against his fat little glands.
Umm ummmmm, I heard myself gasp, hardly aware the noise was coming from my own mouth.
By now little Petey's cock was eagerly and gloriously sliding in and out of my hot hole like a piston, and my gasping was caused by the double attention I was enjoying. To have my lips on Tim's cock-I had now moved on to that-was sexy enough to me, but have the added thrill of Petey's prick going in and out my snatch was beautiful.
"Whew," whispered Petey, "this feels better than any time I've… any time I've ever done it. Your pussy is go hot and wet and hairy… lots better than the girls my age I've fucked. Some of them are darned near hairless, and they hardly ever get as wet as you are. Their cunts stay dry for a long time unless you play with them a lot-"
"Shut up and fuck her, will ya!" broke in Tim. "She doesn't want talk, she wants a dick up her snatch. Didn't you hear her just get through telling us that?"
Petey obeyed his older friend and got down to fucking. The kid slammed his little ass against me and I began to feel myself start the movements of coming. Deep inside my cunt I could feel the heat swell me up like a balloon. It made me jam Tim's prick all the way into my mouth ‘and really start giving him the business. There was no holding back, now. I sucked the hard shaft of his cock just as much as its throbbing red crown.
Petey was going to town on my cunt like a little wild boy. I could feel his taut young stomach slide up and down mine as he drove his tool home. Re suddenly shot me into paradise by grasping my tit in his ravenous little mouth and sucking like a fiend. I was starting to get my jollies now, and I didn't care who knew it.
Tim could undoubtedly feel my tongue and throat quivering on his cock as I made wild attempts to say something, to cry out at how blessedly hot and near to the peak I was, but my hunger for his pulsing prick was too much for me to let it out of my mouth for one second. I jerked my ass up and down on the bed in a frenzy of wet hominess, and when I came I felt the added delight of Tim's cock shooting a mouthful of hot, lovely sperm into my' throat.
"Ungh… oh Jesus… shiiiit!" he yelled as he came off in me and felt his come running out the corners of my lips.
Little Petey gave a yelp and sobbed on my wet tit like a baby, for at that very instant he was paying me his dues by spurting a load into my pussy.
The three of us lay quivering and sated from the action, then in only seconds we all relaxed and flopped onto our backs together as our satisfied, deep breathing filled the air. We lay silent for some minutes before anyone spoke.
It was Tim who broke the ice. "Wow," he said, "what a fucking that was! I knew darned well you'd be a great fuck as soon as I walked into the room."
His words sounded a little too cocky for me. "Don't be so wise, Tim," I rebuked. "I can assure you that if I hadn't been especially in the mood for it, you two kids wouldn't have gotten within ten feet of me-much less gotten into my panties."
He didn't seem to be really cowed, but for once he shut up. Maybe he didn't want to risk losing a chance at more pussy at some future date, or maybe it was just that the difference in our ages was finally beginning to mean something to him. As for little Petey, he did nothing but lie on his back with come dripping off his shrunken cock and a big smile on his face.
A very disquieting thought suddenly popped up in my mind. How about Cliff, the fellow teacher who had brought Tim to help carry in. my bags? Did he have any idea what would happen had he ushered Tim into my room on purpose? it was something I would certainly remember to check into when the situation presented itself. But while I was musing over the fact, something much more immediate suddenly demanded my attention.
"Ms. Ward!" a girl's voice called from in the hall. "Ms. Ward, are you still in your room?" she said, knocking on my door.
My heart hit my throat as I glanced at the two naked, sex-sated teen-agers lolling on my bed. It would take at least a few minutes to get them up and get them presentable-how the hell ‘was I to explain that elapsed time to whomever was knocking at my door?
"Just a minute," I called back, a little feebly.
"I… just a minute, and I'll be with you."
What I could do was beyond me, but whatever it was had to be fast, If I was going to avoid any suspicion at What had just gone on in my room.
CHAPTER THREE
My two young Lotharios lay grinning beside me, fully aware of my agitation. Yet neither of them so much as made a move towards leaving the bed or putting their clothes back on. Weren't they as scared as I was of being caught in such a compromising position?
1 jerked open a suitcase and threw on a robe, kicking my panties and other clothes under the bed as I did so. I patted my hair into place and hissed "Get the hell off the bed and into the bath room and take every stitch of clothes with you!"
They grudgingly did as I said, much too slowly for my frayed nerves. The girl hadn't knocked again yet; but I could fairly feel her presence on the other side of the door, and I was wondering how the hell I could justify the ungodly time it was taking me to open the door. After all, she was another female. It wouldn't be any big deal for her to see me less than fully clothed.
When I finally opened it, I was faced by a girl about my own age, with hair as blonde as mine was dark, and with a warm smile on her face. She stuck out her hand.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Kate Windstrom. I teach here too. Cliff told me you had arrived and I wanted to stop by and welcome you. We're pretty informal here at Brightwater School."
Her friendly manner was so open and warm that it relaxed me considerably. I shook her hand and stepped back from the door, inviting her inside with a sweep of my fingers.
"How nice of you to come by," I said.
Then I remembered how she had addressed me as "Ms. Ward" when she was knocking on the door. "My name's Millicent," I told her. "Millie to friends. I couldn't help noticing how you called me ‘Ms.' instead of ‘Miss' or ‘Mrs.' That's a welcome thing to bear after my last job, I can tell you."
Kate grinned. "You mean you had to work around male chauvinist pigs who made a big deal out of whether you were married or not? You won't find that here at Brightwater. Not from anyone-women or men. No one here gives a damn about your personal life beyond what you choose to tell them."
I was liking the girl more and more.
"I had to work around enough pigs to make it a big drag to go to work every day… enough of them to make me want to get away to a new job at a place like I hoped thi8 would be. By the way, by old terminology I'm a ‘Miss.' I'm not married."
"Me either," Kate answered. "Haven't yet run across a guy I'd want to be with forever. Not by a long shot."
"I think I'm going to like it here," I admitted. "Seems very low-key and not the least up tight."
"You chose right if that's the kind of place you were looking for," Kate said.
I was still a little squeamish about the state of my bed, even though the boys were hidden away in the bath room. When her eyes wandered to the rumpled bedcovers, it was all I could do to keep my composure and avoid getting red in the face.
"I was pretty bushed after my trip all the way out here," I ventured apologetically. "I… had slipped into bed for a little rest just as soon as I got all my luggage in."
Kate waved her hand understandingly. "No sweat. I know you must be tired so I won't keep you… I want one thing-when you saw Cliff a little while ago, did he have One of the young students with him? A kid named Tim? He said he'd have Tim come by my room this afternoon and give me a hand with some things."