The hot, steamy shower poured onto our backs. Jessica grunted rhythmically as I pounded her from behind. Holding a soaking strand of her gorgeously long, auburn hair in each hand, I felt as though I was riding a wild young mare, desperately reigning her in as she galloped to the edge of the abyss.
Too late: with a scream, Jessica powered to her shattering orgasm. I released her hair and reached round to grab her small, apple-like breasts, tweaking her long nipples through the material of her flimsy white shirt, which was now completely transparent from the soaking of the shower. Jessica’s tight, hairy pussy pulsed around my throbbing dick as the orgasm coursed through her body. This was too much. I withdrew, flipped her tiny body round, undid the few remaining buttons on her shirt and exploded my boiling cock-juice, first over her cute freckled face then, in a final convulsive spasm, over her tits and muscular tummy.
I collapsed on top of her and we lay still for a while, panting furiously. Then we kissed deeply. I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, enjoying the salty taste of my spunk on her lips. Our tongues sparred and jousted before Jessica withdrew her mouth and, scooting forward beneath me, slowly licked her way down my chest and stomach, taking my spunk-coated, still-erect manhood between her lips and gently, thoroughly, licking it clean of every single drop of warm semen.
Still I did not soften and soon my cock was pulsing again as Jessica’s lips wrapped round my slippery glans, sliding down the shaft almost to the base. Her throat contracted round my hard meat for a few seconds and she withdrew until, again, the tip of my cock grazed her soft lips. Then her mobile, exploring tongue washed around my glans and, again, her mouth and throat engulfed me. Again and again, this torture was repeated, sometimes agonisingly slow, sometimes quickly and urgently. Eventually, I could take it no longer. My balls tightened and jerked as I unleashed another rope of hot creamy spunk into Jessica’s warm, eager mouth…
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Life had been busy of late: ever since the first sexual encounter in my apartment with the quartet of naked beauties – Jessica, Kate, Nina and Lucy – every night had brought new erotic experiences with one…or more…or all of them. My dick often felt as though it had been through a mincing machine, but so far had always somehow managed to rise to the occasion as demanded by my insatiable young charges. The heights of pleasure had been incredible and I had never believed it possible for a human being to generate as much spunk as I had been spending in the cunts and mouths and hair, as well on the tits tummies and bottoms of these beautiful girls.
Among the many delights I had discovered whilst unlocking the womanhood of my girls, particular pleasures had included discovering the extreme sensitivity of Lucy’s pert nipples (which by simply gently scratching with my fingernails I found could unfailingly bring her to orgasm), torturing Nina’s dark unshaven cleft with my tongue for minutes on end until she screamed with lust, and giving Kate wave upon wave of climax by spanking her buttocks while buried balls-deep in her hot quim.
All the time, there was the vague fear that one of them would report me to the Principal. OK, they were all over 18 and what we were doing was legal. But still…Nevertheless, they were in it at least as deep as I was - and besides, they were obviously enjoying it just as much as me.
They seemed to take pleasure in exposing me and themselves to insanely dangerous situations: I could be taking a class and Nina, sat directly in front of me, slouched low in her chair and knowing I had a clear view under her desk, would open her legs and let her short skirt ride up…to show that she was not wearing panties. She would then mercilessly tease me throughout the class, occasionally dipping her finger into her vagina and diddling her clit, before bringing her finger up to her beautiful mouth and slowly licking her own sticky juices, all the time fixing me with her lustful gaze. My cock would be in a permanent state of torment.
Then there was the time when, walking down the corridor, I came face to face with Kate. She fixed me with her huge cheeky grin before more or less pushing me into a storeroom, pulling down my zipper and frantically sucking and masturbating me until I spasmed into her mouth. She then simply swallowed my spunk, licked her lips, kissed me on the cheek and walked out as though nothing had happened, leaving me standing in the middle of the room with my trousers around my ankles and a dripping, semi-erect cock still throbbing with arousal.
Still catching my breath, I looked around the storeroom. I’d never set foot in here before – what a place! Just about every item of equipment that had been replaced in the last 25 years seemed to have ended up in here: old TVs, blackboards, chairs, old-style desks with the seat built into the iron frame. Imagine a modern-day Ms. in this establishment deigning to park her pert little derrière on one of those! There was even an old-fashioned teacher’s desk and out of curiosity I opened one of the drawers…and my heart skipped a beat. Sitting there was a flat black object, about 2 inches wide and 18 inches long – a leather strap! I picked it up and took a closer look. It was surprisingly heavy, with a wicked looking split at one end that ran about 6 inches down the centre. I weighed it in my right hand and brought it down with a CRACK into my left palm. Fuck! It hurt – quite amazingly. My palm was instantly red hot and tingling ferociously. That wasn’t the only part of me that was tingling as my imagination began to speculate about all the naughty young ladies whose bottoms had been savaged by this now obsolete instrument of correction. Zipping up my pants with difficulty I resolved to return when I was able to transfer this discreetly to my briefcase. Meanwhile, I wondered what else was lying around in that junkroom…
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My favourite moments continued to take place in the privacy of my own flat. There, of an evening, I could relax and enjoy the ministrations of these gorgeous girls without fear of being caught ‘in flagrante’ and I experienced pleasure of a kind I never thought possible.
A particular delight was to lie on the bed, Jessica and Nina next to me, each taking turns to spank the other’s pert bottom and lick and nibble her clitoral bud, whilst Kate and Lucy worked me up in their own special way. This involved quickly running the tips of their fingers around my belly and chest. Doesn’t sound much, but they did this with such gossamer-like lightness that I never quite knew whether they were touching or not. The effect was staggering - exquisite torture that seemed to go on for hours – and all the time those fingertips travelled within millimetres of my pulsing rod, but never quite touched it. Perhaps they occasionally strayed to the pubis - and paused to circle and tease – only to withdraw almost as soon as contact was made. It wouldn’t take long before my whole body was screaming for release, my pelvis making involuntary movements to try to push my penis into their hands. Then, just at the moment when I thought I would go completely insane, a fingertip would lightly brush the side of my shaft, before returning to circling my abdomen. A fingernail might gently scratch my straining ball-sack, before setting off to play with my nipples.
Then suddenly – a new sensation: more a breath than a touch: warm breath caressing the end of my prick, followed by a slightly rough pressure, but wet, warm, yielding, mobile. A tongue, sliding up and down, tickling the end before snaking slinkily to the scrotum. Onwards, along the sensitive spot between cock and asshole – and round and in….and back up the shaft to torment the bell once more. Again, the same motion, sliding slowly down to my balls and beyond…and all the time, fingertips softly circling and stroking my belly…Then, suddenly, a different pressure - a strong suction as my cock was caught between knowing female lips and devoured to the back of the throat. A few seconds of exquisite oral masturbation and my saliva-coated pole emerged with a pop from the pouting lips, my balls spasmed and pumped and I started to unleash a torrent of boiling jism over Lucy’s face. As my cock continued to pulse and throb, Kate got to work hungrily licking my sensitive glans and, when that was thoroughly cleaned, lapping the dribbling spunk from Lucy’s face.
The next day I was walking down the corridor when I heard Kate’s voice coming from the open door of one of the girls’ bedrooms. She was evidently in deep conversation with the other members of the quartet.