Usually.
This was a decidedly unusual case. How many virgin pussies did he find in a year? He was so excited at the prospect – and what she was doing to him – he would have missed several times if his hand hadn't been lurking around her crotch.
"Can't believe this. So tiiight!" he moaned. The blood was pounding hard in his temples. His good luck in finding the teacher with such a foxy teenager was unbelievable. He'd have to hook the sucker some more if he had such great pussy to offer up in way of payment.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking my poor little hole!" she begged.
"Damned small," he agreed. "But not poor, no way, not poor! But little!"
He felt his prick spreading her tightly puckered pussy lips again and dipping deep into the velvety passage. If he'd fucked into a blast furnace, it couldn't have been hotter. And with the pressure all around his cock, he was certain a giant fist was crushing him.
He loved it.
She was almost paralyzed with the sensations smashing into her untried body. The girl knew this was something out of the ordinary. Just how good, she didn't have the experience to tell. With a supreme effort, she squeezed down powerfully on his prick as it vanished once again up her twat.
This was all it took to bring the man off.
She felt his torrential outpouring of cum as his prick stiffened, then bucked about wildly as it fountained out spurt after spurt of jism. She took it all, wondering at the intense feelings it produced inside her.
She came again while his cock was still dancing madly inside her pussy. Then, it was over.
Weakly, she fell forward onto the floor. The rough rug irritated her face, but Fawn no longer cared. Her cunt burned with cum. Her sex lips were rubbed raw from the fucking. Most of all, deep down inside, her cunt ached horribly.
The full effect of having her cherry busted was catching up with her. Fawn was filled with sexual fulfillment, but the physical side of her lovemaking was just taking hold in her young body.
She looked back at Ears. His cock looked silly dangling down, red and wilted. He quickly tucked it back into his jeans and smiled his evil smile at her.
"Damn good fuck, kid. You just bought your old man a little extension on paying off his debt." Ears Logan stood, nodded to Jack and then left.
Fawn turned and looked at Jack. The man was sitting on the sofa, his face a stolid mask. For the time, she couldn't read his expression. Whether he was shocked or glad or simply amused, she wasn't able to tell.
"Jack?" she asked, her voice quaking a little, "will he be back? Do you think he'll keep his promise?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Ears is a straight shooter. As straight as one of those cocksuckers can ever be. I'll get my time to raise the bread. Hell, my paycheck will just barely cover it all." Then he looked at the girl on his rug.
His expression brightened and Fawn thought he was onto a brilliant scheme to get those men off his back. She asked, "Did you think of a way of paying them off? Without using your paycheck?"
"Yeah, Fawn, yeah, I think I have." He eyed her appreciatively and in a way she didn't especially like.
Still, though, she heard herself saying, "If there's anything I can do to help…"
Jack was answering, "There just may be. There just might be a way you can get me out of this jam."
And then he laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day's history class dragged by. Jack had told Fawn he wanted to see her after class. She could hardly wait. Thoughts of them sneaking off to his apartment and screwing again filled her head. That would drive away the dull ache deep in her gut.
The bell rang and Jack said, "Okay, class. Take off. Have a nice weekend." The last words were spoken to an empty classroom – empty save for Fawn.
"Come on up here, Fawn," he told her. "I want to know if you were serious about saying you'd help me out in whatever way you could."
Her heart in her throat, she answered, "Sure, Jack. Anything." And she meant it.
He silently unzipped his pants. His cock limply flopped out. He gazed down at it and then told her, "Suck it hard. Even better, suck me off."
"Here, in the classroom? But we might be seen!"
His grin told her he got off on that thrill of possible discovery. "Sure we might. But go ahead and do it! NOW!"
She almost jumped to his crotch to take his cock lovingly in hand. It pulsed weakly, not at all like the vibrant prick she'd had in her cunt the day before. But she'd change that in a hurry. If he wanted her to give him head, she'd give him the best blow-job ever!
Her lips closed firmly on the very tip of his prick. The plum-tipped cock began hardening the instant she kissed it. As she sucked in more and more of the length, she found herself with a growing mouthful of prick. No Linda Lovelace, she had to back away as it hardened into its full length.
"Go on," he urged. "Suck harder!"
She began kissing and licking the entire length of the now-rigid boner. It was almost a holy relic for her. It was something to worship. This was the cock which had freed her from the bonds of childhood and awakened the woman in her loins.
She loved it. She had to show him exactly how much she loved his tasty prick.
Sucking it back into her mouth, she let her teeth drag over the sensitive sides. He groaned loudly but didn't complain. This spurred her on to even more active oral acrobatics.
Her tongue flew around and around the very tip, massaging, stroking, lightly touching. When she tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of his cock, both of them knew she couldn't succeed.
It didn't matter.
All that counted was the attempt. It gave them both a surge of pure, undiluted joy. Her knowledge of his excitement was transmitted by the added jerking and dancing around of the cock in her mouth.
"Keep going. And suck harder. I love it when you suck on my cock. Oh, yeah, yeah! That's the way, babe, that is itttt!"
She felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. Not knowing quite what to do, she cradled his prick with her rough, pink tongue. He seemed to like this. Every time she wiggled her tongue, he groaned just a little louder.
Once, she feared someone was coming into the room. The doorknob rattled just as the man emitted a particularly soulful moan of joy. She started to abandon her post at his cock but powerful fingers laced through her hair and kept her head planted firmly at his crotch.
"Keep sucking. Let me worry about us getting caught," he told her.
The words seared in the girl's ears. She couldn't believe the man would be so blatant about this. The thought of someone coming in just as she was taking the prick into her mouth added a certain thrill to the blow-job, however.
In spite of herself, she was getting hot at the possibility of someone – like the principal – discovering her giving her teacher head.
"You do it real good," he told her, his voice beginning to quaver a bit more than it had. The teenager knew she was really stirring the man's passions when his cock began to expand.
It had been large as soon as she took it fully into her mouth. With her tongue pressed sensuously against it, she could feel the excited blood throbbing hard in the fleshy length. The girth broadened and, though it hardly seemed possible, she thought the cock was actually growing longer.
She sucked harder.
The response was immediate. She had a mouthful of salty cum. As the first gooey white bullet of jism arched over her tongue and splattered into her tonsils, she was repulsed. This wasn't the way it should be. The cock should have been in her cunt, fucking her hard and long.
Then she captured a little of the cum on her tastebuds. The savory taste was enough to convince her. She was addicted to sucking cock, sure. Now she had an added source of enjoyment – a man's cum.