There was movement on the bed. Dr. Dale got behind me.
I was on my knees between his wife's spread legs, with my face pressed to her pussy and my ass raised high in the air.
I guess the sight of my ass and pussy wiggling and wagging while I bobbed my head and thrust my tongue into his wife's pussy got him all sexed up.
He stood on his knees behind my behind. He took hold of my hips. I felt his warm breath playing on my ass.
It was followed a second later by his mouth, which covered my ass with hot wet sloppy kisses, licking the cheeks up and down.
He took his mouth off my ass and leaned into me. His stiff cock slid over me. It was hot, burning, throbbing, swollen.
He put the cock in the crack of my ass, and rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock up and down, making it hotter.
He took his cock and rubbed the head of it against my pussy, which was dripping wet from all the juices his wife had put there.
He put his cock there. He pressed the tip to the slit of my pussy, pushed apart the thin lips, stuffed his cock head inside.
I moaned when I was entered. Since my mouth was on Samantha's crotch, my moans vibrated through her pussy, giving her an extra turn-on.
Dr. Dale slid his cock into me. It was a tight fit, just like it had been the last time that he fucked me.
He put his thing in deep. I felt stuffed and stretched by the stiff thing inside me. He held my hips and rocked back and forth.
He put his penis in and out, fucking me. All the time he was doing this, I never skipped a stroke of the tongue on Samantha's clitoris.
She was moaning and squeezing her own tits while I ate her pussy. Her eyes were glazed but she kept them wide open so she could watch her man fuck me from behind.
The three of us were locked together on the bed, Dr. Dale with his penis plugged into my slit, me with my mouth wrapped around his wife's pussy.
Samantha came first.
I saw to that. She had her legs bent at the knees. She was rocking, throwing her pussy up in my face to meet the thrusts of my tongue.
I pressed the smooth insides of my lips against her clitoris and rubbed it. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over it.
That took her over, and she came. When she orgasmed, she shook and she pressed her thighs closed on my head, squeezing it.
My mouth and nose were filled with her pussy flesh as she climaxed.
When she stopped shaking, she let her legs fall open. I gasped for breath. She was loose and flexible and slumped back in the bed.
I gasped even harder, as Dr. Dale kept on fucking me.
He came, and this time he saw that I did, too. He put his hand around me and reached for my clitoris and fingered it while he fucked me.
He had that good light touch – him being a doctor, you could say he had an excellent bedside manner – and he seemed to know just how I wanted my clit touched.
He fingered and fucked me into orgasm after a few moments.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Ellen G.
AGE: Sixteen
I watched Mr. Vickers spank Debbie Sue.
He had already spanked me. My eyes were wet, and my bottom was red and sore, but not too sore, since he had only spanked me with his hand.
The three of us – me, Debbie Sue, and Mr. Vickers – were in the living room at Beverly's house on a Thursday afternoon.
It was about five o'clock, but it was late in the spring, so it was warm and there would be hours of daylight left.
All of us had come here right after school. Debbie Sue and I walked over. The season was over, so she didn't have to go to cheering practice.
Beverly and Mr. Vickers each drove in their own cars, since it would have looked suspicious if they went together.
Suspicious since he was a married man while she's single and unmarried and lives alone. There's always lots of gossip and wagging tongues at high school, and if some students or teachers saw Beverly and Mr. Vickers riding together, they might think that they were more than friends, maybe having an affair.
Hah! What a laugh! They would have thought that was hot stuff, a married man making love to a teacher!
They should have known where Beverly was really at, and what she was into – they should have known what Mr. Vickers wanted to do with me and Debbie Sue – they should have known that there was a ring of high school hookers working under their very noses!
They should have known – 'cause then they might have dropped dead from the shock!
But they wouldn't know, 'cause we, and especially Beverly, were too clever for that. Anyway, it was good that they didn't know.
Debbie Sue and I didn't have to wear anything special, or even get into nighties or get naked, not at first.
Mr. Vickers wanted us just the way we were when we went to school, so that's how he got as. 'Course, we didn't stay dressed for long! We were in the living room. Beverly had gone to her room, out of the way, but where she could keep an ear and maybe an eye on what was going on.
Having her around made Mr. Vickers uncomfortable. He liked to be with the high school girls, but didn't want a grown woman watching.
That was his hang-up. Other guys were different, and actually got off on having Beverly in the room, watching the whole scene and session.
Mr. Vickers knew all about us, or at least partly. One time, Debbie Sue went into his office and took down her panties and let him fuck her hot little pussy.
After he got that taste, Beverly got in touch with him. She said she had some interesting educational case studies which she thought he might find interesting and informative in his administration of student discipline.
That was just a line, to get him to come over to her house. Beverly had everything set up for his arrival.
When he walked in the door, he saw Debbie Sue stretched out on the couch, naked except for a pair of panties, holding her hands over her tits, like she was modest.
If you knew Debbie Sue like I do, you'd know what a laugh that is. Her modest – hah! Anyway, after Mr. Vickers recovered from the shock, Beverly told him where it was at, and how if he wanted to fuck her or spank her or come in her mouth, he would have to pay for the privilege.
He took him aside and worked out a deal. Like you might have heard from the other girls, Beverly always keeps us out of the financial arrangements.
But she takes care of us real good. It was Beverly who taught all us girls to open up lots of little bank accounts all over town.
That way, instead of having one bank account with a couple thousand dollars in it, we had lots of little accounts with a few hundred in each.
That kept people from getting suspicious. Bank tellers get suspicious when teenage girls walk in and deposit a few hundred dollars each week.
It was Beverly who got us all to save our money. She said that the fastest way for us to get put out of business by parents and the law was for us to start flashing around a lot of bread, and buying heaps of new clothes and stuff.
Anyway, it was real convenient with Mr. Vickers, since he was assistant vice-principal, and it was his job to deal with student discipline.
It was Mr. Vickers who got after the students when they skipped classes, or came in late, or cut a day or two of school.
Now that he was playing ball with us, Beverly was able to get all of her girls out of class or school anytime at all.
That enabled us to take morning and afternoon sessions, instead of having to wait until school hours were over.
Anyhow, Mr. Vickers was getting his reward. I stood in the corner, dressed in my bra, panties, socks, and sneakers. The panties were pulled down to the tops of my thighs.
My bottom was red and tingling. I looked over my shoulder and was able to watch Mr. Vickers spank Debbie Sue.