"If it's money you want, I'll give you what I have. I don't make much as a highschool teacher." He fumbled for his wallet and peeled out a wad of bills. Cammy looked at the money he stuffed into her hand. It was something just over seventy dollars. She laughed, not believing she'd asked for it and hardly believing Mr. Anderson had come across. She realized that he wasn't even so bad looking now that she was a little high on the beer.
"It's not enough?" he asked, his eyes sad. "It's enough." Cammy folded the bills, picked up her sweater from the couch and stuffed them in the pocket. Bob Anderson's face broke into a smile.
"You'll stay then? You'll stay awhile?"
"Why not? I could use another beer, though."
Bob almost broke a leg getting her one. Cammy felt like she'd slipped into the twilight zone. This guy was one of the school's most tight-assed teachers, and here he was practically on his hands and knees. She knew men liked pussy, but she'd never realized that her cunt had this kind of power.
Bob handed the beer and watched her drink. She remembered how it had felt when she'd patted his cock that day after class. She remembered how his cum had spurted out and made a thick puddle on the floor. She wanted to touch him again. To make him crazy for her. She liked this new feeling, a feeling of control. She was going to make her grades without even studying, and she had seventy bucks in her pocket besides. She smiled up at Bob.
"I think I'd like to take a shower. You want to join me?"
"Yes, that sounds nice." He took another slug of scotch and put his glass down. Cammy followed him into the bedroom and began to undress. He stood by the bathroom door watching her drop her blouse on the bed, then her skirt. When she wiggled her hips and slipped her panties down, he came across the room quickly and went to his knees.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're gorgeous." He pressed his nose into her pubic curls, then kissed the plump damp swell of her cunt-mound. "Oh, God, I could become addicted to you!"
"I think you already are." Cammy walked around him and moved toward the bathroom. She got into the shower and adjusted the spray. The hot water was already steaming over her shoulders by the time Bob Anderson pulled the curtain back and joined, her. His cock jutted out from his body, a thick, heavy hunk of cockmeat. Cammy soaped her hands and eased them around his cock-shaft.
"Ohhhhh Jesus!" he gasped.
Cammy moved her fingers up and down slowly. When she got to his cock-tip, she lathered it with white soap froth, her smooth hands caressing and stroking the sensitive lobes underneath. She grinned up at him through the steamy spray.
"You're a nice looking guy without your glasses. I guess being around that school makes you so uptight, huh?"
"I'm uptight because I've tried to keep something like this from happening. But now it's too late. I don't care about anything but having you here with me." He pulled Cammy's chin up and kissed her mouth. Cammy opened her lips and let his tongue slide between her teeth. Then she sucked it. Bob's cock swelled in her hands as if she were sucking on it.
"Here, let's wash the soap off," she said.
"What are you going to do?"
"What would you like me to do?"
"I don't want to embarrass you or anything." Bob Anderson panted faster. His cock-tip was pulsing, growing larger and darker as Cammy watched. Ever since she'd had Blake's cock in her mouth, she hadn't been able to forget the sensation. Now she was staring at Bob Anderson's prick, wondering how it would feel.
"What are you going to do?" he repeated breathlessly.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Bob." Cammy looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. "I want your cock in my mouth so I can lick it and bite it and suck on it until…" She was too breathless with excitement to finish. Bob closed his eyes and leaned back against the tiles.
Cammy went to her knees in the shower and stared at the head of Bob's cock. Then she formed her mouth into a perfect O and eased forward. Her tongue flicked out to bathe his cock-lobes with spit.
"Ahlihhhh," Bob groaned.
"Mmmmmmuuuhh!" Cammy gasped. With the warm water raining down on face and shoulder, Cammy leaned forward, her hands supporting the thick, hot shaft of Bob's prick. She pushed her tongue gingerly won his taut, pulsing cock-tip, bathing it with hot spit. Bob Anderson sucked a quick breath and held ft. Cammy curled her tongue around bin cockhead licking and sucking and petting. Thea she bobbed her head forward, taking half his cock suddenly into her mouth. With her tongue working forward and back along the underside of his cock-shaft, she looked up through the steamy spray.
Bob's mouth hung open and his eyes were glazed with pleasure. He was moving his hips a little now, thrusting gently against her sucking.
Cammy cupped his big balls, one in each hand. When she squeezed them, Bob let out a long moan of pleasure and his ass worked faster. Cammy didn't have to move her head anymore. She just held her mouth open and let him fuck in and out while her tongue teased and sucked and stroked him.
"Goddamn!" Bob panted, holding her head with both hands now. Cammy let him, but as his prick went deeper, she began to worry about choking. Squeezing his balls, she moved her hands back and forced him back, too.
"Not so deep!"
"I can't help it," Bob panted. "Your mouth is so soft and slick and hot."
"Take it easy. I'll suck you if you won't."
"Uuhhhhnnn." Bob had thrust his cock-tip deep again. It plowed between her tonsils and into her throat, and she had to swallow frantically to keep from gagging.
"Take it all, you beautiful little slut!" Bob sighed.
"Ohhhhhmmmmmm!" Cammy moaned through flared nostrils. She wasn't choking anymore, but the thick head of Bob's cock still felt strange as it slid in and out of her throat.
She made herself not think about gagging, and after a few more seconds, the spasms passed. She touched the place where his cock-shaft joined his cock-head and then licked hard between the plump, hot lobes. Bob shoved his prick into her throat again and his whole body shivered with passion.
"Mmmmhhuuuuhhhh!" she gasped, almost choking. But this time, the gagging passed even quicker and she tightened her throat around Bob's throbbing prick-tip.
"Ohhhhh Cammy, I'm about to lose it. I'd better lay down before I fall down!"
On the way to the bedroom, Cammy tried to dry off and so did Bob, but they bit the bed a bit on the damp side. Cammy didn't care. She had an urgent desire to get Bob's prick inside her mouth again. There was something about the shape of his huge, swollen cock that was turning her on. She panted as she knelt between his open legs and began to fondle his cock.
"Suck my cock, Cammy! Suck it good!"
Cammy popped his bulging cock-tip between her lips and spread her hot spit around again. Bob writhed and dug his fingers into the sheets. Then Cammy pulled his cock-head into the back of her mouth and began to chew it very gingerly.
"Goddamn!" Bob Anderson groaned, pumping his hips wildly. Cammy let him thrust deeper, let his prick push into her throat again.
Her body bucked as the gagging fit came on, but it passed quickly and she began to use her tongue against the bottom of his cock-shaft.
Bob pulled his prick slowly back until his heavy, blood-swollen cock-head rested on Cammy's soft tongue. She licked him very gently as the throbbing increased. He sounded funny. Like he couldn't breathe. And his belly was hard as a rock!
"Ohhhh!" he moaned. Cammy trembled with excitement. It turned her on to know she was turning Bob Anderson on. She was turning him into a twitching sex fiend!
Using her tongue like a paintbrush, she washed his cock-head with hot spit, then pulled him a little deeper. Her throat moved as she sucked rhythmically at his hot cock-meat.