"Ummm, goood!" she managed to mumble around the thick plug of prick in her mouth.
Her teacher could only moan and thrust his still spurting cock hard into her mouth. He was face-fucking her and she loved it.
Her sucking became a thing of honor with her. She had to milk him of every single drop of his pearly cum. Greedy and hungry for cock, she licked and lapped up his jism until his prick melted and flowed from her mouth.
A single drop of cum dribbled down her chin.
Jack looked down at her and said, "Be neater next time," but he smiled as he said it.
Fawn grinned up at him and let her tongue loop out to snare the blob of his cum. She eagerly scooped it up and slurped it into her mouth. A look of contentment came over her face.
"Goddamn, but you really enjoy that, don't you?"
"Sure, Jack. Anything with you is super!" The look on her face told him she wasn't just hyping him. She meant it.
"Well, if you'll do anything for me, I desperately need out of this jam with Ears Logan."
"I thought everything was okay, with him after… after I let him fuck me." The girl had a moment's fear that the bookie had gone back on his word.
"I… I made another bet. I lost." The forlorn look on Jack's face made Fawn want to comfort him. This betting thing was so bad! If only she could help him.
But how?
He told her.
"Look, Fawn. You know Big Jim Franklin? The basketball star?"
"Sure. Everyone does. He's the reason Eight Mile High School is going to win the state championship. The big game tonight will get us into the finals." She sighed thinking about Big Jim.
He earned his nickname – he was big. Almost seven feet tall, in fact. An idle thought passed across her mind as she wondered if he had a cock to match his height.
"I've made a deal with Ears. Some heavy betting has gone down on the other team. I want you to, uh, keep Big Jim occupied so he'll miss the game tonight."
Fawn looked at Jack, barely understanding what he was asking of her. She agreed and was pleased at the relief on his face. Anything that could make him this happy was something she'd have to go through with.
But how could she keep Big Jim away from the game short of kidnapping him?
Then it hit her what Jack was asking of her. He wanted her to seduce the basketball player, to have him fuck her. Nothing else would be incentive enough for the star player to miss such an important game.
A shudder hit her. Then she looked into her history teacher's eyes. The pleading, the sorrow, convinced her. She'd do it. For Jack, she'd do it and to hell with the consequences.
Fawn had dressed up in a way she thought would surely catch Big Jim's attention. The black stockings and the ultra-tight skirt and blouse, unbuttoned almost to her navel, would surely stop him in mid-stride.
The attire had been getting all sorts of wolf whistles from virtually everyone else. It had to attract the basketball player. Otherwise, she'd be lost.
And so would Jack Harris. He'd told her Ears would kill him if Eight Mile High didn't lose the game. Big money had been bet on the underdog and the people doing the betting didn't like to lose.
They got mean when they lost money.
Finally, Jim came striding out. Fawn caught her breath involuntarily. She'd seen the basketball player many times during games, but never up so close. He was a giant.
She was only five-foot-three and he was almost seven feet tall. The twenty-one-inch difference made for a ludicrous combination, but Fawn steeled herself to make the pitch. She had to keep him out of the game tonight. If it took her body to do it, the price was cheap. She kept thinking of what would happen to Jack if she failed.
"Hi, Jim," she said, looking up at the player. "Got a minute?"
She threw her shoulders back a little more to press her tits against the already tight blouse. Her nipples appeared in relief on the thin fabric. It was immediately apparent she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.
"Sure, honey. For someone who looks as good as you, I got all the time in the world. What can I do for you?"
She coyly lowered her eyes and found herself staring almost directly into the boy's crotch. He was only eighteen, but her original speculations about the size of his prick came back to haunt her.
If the mound in his jeans was any indication, he had one hell of a big cock.
"Lots, I'll bet. Can we go somewhere more private?"
Jim glanced at his watch, then said, "Sure thing. I got an hour or so before the coach wants the team here for the game. Think of a way to kill the time?"
"All sorts of ways I can see," she said. Her hand went out and wiggled into his pocket. She felt his prick quiver in anticipation. It began to harden into a real fucking tool as she lightly stroked it through the cloth of his pants.
"Do you go around picking up studs like this all the time? How come you've neglected me for so long?"
"Maybe I was saving the best for last. Tell me, do nice guys finish last?"
Jim laughed a deep, booming laugh. "I hope so. With a hot one like you wrapped around my prick, I'll do my damnedest to finish last. Never did believe in the first come, first served philosophy of fucking."
"Good." She guided him away with her hand. He came willingly. On impulse, she asked, "Do chicks pick you up like this often?"
"All the time. Something about being a star, maybe. Or it could be curiosity."
"What do you mean?"
"They all want to find out if my cock matches my height. It does."
"Show me."
He smiled. "Here's a good place."
He led her into the school again. The halls were deserted and he boldly pushed his way into the teacher's lounge. It was carpeted and had a large sofa.
"Here we are, babe. Nobody ever comes in here after 3:30 or so. We got it all to ourselves."
"And I've got you all to myself." The nervousness faded as she began stripping off her blouse. She was curious to see the player's prick.
He had bragged about its length. Her crotch was growing moist at the thought it was big and thick. It had to be a real pussy-pleaser.
The couple buttons on her blouse were quickly undone and she stood naked to the waist in front of him. He whistled appreciatively and she threw him the discarded blouse.
"Here. Hold this for me. And I'll hold something of yours!"
She reached down and quickly pulled out his cock. It was her turn to whistle in surprise. He hadn't been lying. His prick thrust up a full foot long, maybe more. She simply couldn't believe it was so long!
"Just wait till it gets really hard," he told her.
She didn't waste time on words. Her eager mouth clamped on the very tip of his prick. Sucking, she began working down the long shaft. It wasn't possible to take it entirely into her mouth. She had trouble with pricks only seven or eight inches long. Only a sword swallower could have taken his entire length without gagging.
But she did her best.
He was reduced to a moaning, begging mass of flesh in nothing flat. The way she kissed the sides of his erection, then took his hairy sac into her mouth and gently teased it with her tongue did the trick. He fell back on the soft divan and motioned her to climb onto his prick.
"Not yet," she said, conscious of the time. She had to prolong this fucking as long as she could. He had to miss the game. It wouldn't do to have him screw her, then split. She'd have the enjoyment of his cock, but Jack would be dead.
"Here. Take my hand." She gripped his thick wrist and pulled it to her leg. Guiding it up caused her to moan in counter-tempo with him.
"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. "You don't have any panties on!"
"No, Jim darling, I don't. Just a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I wanted everything to be ready… for you!"