Chapter 2: More Sexcapades

Lisa sat in her teacher’s chair. She looked down at the cum drops on her sweater. She swished at it with her teacher’s hankie. She bent over, looked down at the hole in her panties.

She shook her head. “He tore a hole in my panties!”

She dabbed the cum from her sweater, bent over farther as she inspected her panties.

“He tore a fucking hole in ‘em. And I jerked him off too,” Lisa mumbled. “His tongue. He had it in that hole in my panties, he had it on my cunt. Gawwwwwwd!”

She babbled out loud and scraped the cum from her clothes, from her body.

“God, he had a big juicy prick too,” she whispered, tossing the hankie into the waste basket. “It was so fucking hard. And it kept squirtin’ all over me. Shit!”

Lisa spread her legs. She fucked a finger into the rip-hole in her panties, started finger-fucking her little cunt-slit. “Awwwwwww, shit!” she sighed. “Do any of the other girls at this school know how good it is to cum? Ohhhh! Ahhhhh! Jesus!”

She diddled her pussy, made herself feel good, yearning for another orgasm.

She looked delicious sitting in the chair, splayed out, her legs apart, her body arched, her finger fucking the hole in her panties, sticking in and out of her cunt.

“Ah, shit! I love it!” she panted.

The fourteen-year-old did love masturbation, making herself cum, and the fact that she was sitting in Mr. Davidson’s classroom, dripping with his cum, fingering herself through the hole in her panties that he had chewed, sent a sizzling sensation of exhilaration through her fine young body.

A hot orgasm gripped her, almost falling off the chair. She fingered fucked her pussy as the ripples of pleasure surged through her.

“Shit!” she hissed. “Oh, shit!”

Her chin stuck out. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were closed, and her beautiful teen face was a mask of erotic delight as she came.

She was a teen queen on a throne as she sat in the classroom, on her teacher’s chair, by his desk, her back straight, her knees cocked apart, her short skirt around her waist, her hand between her legs, her finger in the hole in her panties.

Lisa finally slumped back into the chair, heaving hotly, her breath choppy.

“Oh, gawd,” she panted. “Oh, gawd that felt good!”

She closed her eyes, a sweet smile on her pretty face. She wondered if other teen girls knew what powers they possessed.

Lisa had the answers to the test. Her teacher had gotten all hot for her. His prick had gotten hard. Mr. Davidson had squirted off on her.

“Fuck,” Lisa mumbled. She wondered if other girls liked to cum as much as she did. Lisa guessed they did. She guessed they masturbated as much as she did.

Lisa slid from the chair to the floor. Her hand crept between her legs again. She rubbed her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet. She slicked her finger into her cunt.

“Ahhhh! Yeah, oooooh!” she mumbled.

Lisa lost track of how many times she had climaxed in the classroom. Must have been six or seven. She’d gotten herself so hot that she had almost fallen from the chair.

Now she was on her knees, humped over, finger-fucking her little pussy with a hot, fast hand-jive. Her face was tilted upward, mouth open, eyes closed, forehead wrinkled with passion.

This was the sight Mr. Davidson saw when he turned his key in the lock and opened the door. He shut it quickly.

Lisa was masturbating, kneeling on the floor.

“Lisa, Lisa!” he gulped. “I’m back. My god! You’re still fingerin’ yourself!”

She looked up at the handsome man. “Ahhhh, I, I, ah, ah, ah.”

Mr. Davidson dropped keys on his desk, then knelt down beside Lisa. The front office had called him over the classroom PA just has he shot his cum all over Lisa ten minutes ago.

“Here, let me help you,” he whispered lovingly.

He picked her up, lifted her tenderly to his desk, set her on the edge, her ass plopped nicely, her legs dangling over the edge. Mr. Davidson got a grip on her panties.

“Whatcha gonna do?” Lisa whispered as she licked her lips.

“Take these panties off, darling. They’re all wet.”

“You did that. “Lisa smiled.”You’re a naughty teacher.”

He tugged her panties down and off her legs, took them off and dropped the white undies to the floor. Her pussy was like a sweet candy bar, all wet and slick, dark and damp.

He stuck his finger in and started fucking Lisa. “I’ll help you do it,” he whispered.

She looked down at his finger-fucking. “Awwww, fuck!” she huffed.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Lisa replied biting her lower lip.

“Feel good?” Mr. Davidson asked.

“Yes!” Lisa gulped.

“How did you lose your cherry?”

“Hmm, Helen and I fucked each other with dildos just after school started.”

“Fuck, I wish I could’ve seen that.”

Lisa smiled and opened her legs wider.

His finger fucked faster. He reached up with his free hand and cupped her titties, squeezed the round orbs. He sat in his chair as Lisa sat up on his desk. Then he slid down on the chair, moved forward, and once again muffed into Lisa’s snatch, his long tongue slivering up and down her gummy cunt-slit.

“Ohhh! Dam!” Lisa gasped.

His tongue felt good. He slished up and down, around and around, tongue-swabbing her cunt. Then he licked into the slit, fucked his tongue into the soft juices. Lisa leaned back, her elbows on the desk and watched.

Mr. Davidson was mouth-muffed to her cunt. He tongue-fucked her, his tongue twiddling wildly. She shuddered with girlish delight.

“Oh, shit!” Lisa cried.

He sucked her cuntlips into his mouth and nibbled.

“Awwww, ah! Oh, shit!” Lisa yelped with pleasure.

Mr. Davidson chewed her pussy as his tongue screwed her clitty. Lisa tingled all over. Her chin was tucked against her collarbone as she stared down at Mr. Davidson. Then she came again. A sweet sizzle of pleasure slinked through her in a slow-motion ripple.

“Ah! Oooooh!” she sobbed. “Ah, shit!”

Mr. Davidson knew he had her. He worked her clitty and brought her to the peak of ecstasy. He sat back. Lisa lay on the desk. Then he got up, unzipped his fly, then took his pants and shorts down. His cock wobbled out hard and long.

Lisa struggled up on the table, eyed Mr. Davidson’s huge prick.

“Whatcha gonna do?” she whispered.

“I want you to suck my prick,” he said.

“Gawd!” Lisa exclaimed.

“Suck it just a little for me, Lisa. All girls like you should learn to suck cock.” He stood in front of her, offered up his long stalk, the tip looking wet, juicy, red. He clutched the base of his hard-on, then moved in closer.

Lisa dipped down, her mouth open, just inches away from his cum-wet cock. She glanced up at her teacher, then her pink lips circled the bulging head of his cock. Her eyes widened. She looked up again. His face revealed the desire he felt. His prick in her mouth was like a big jawbreaker. Lisa sucked his cock as though it were a jawbreaker. Her cheeks caved in. Her lips formed a juicy pink circle around his prick.

“Ohhhhhhh, fuck!” Mr. Davidson squealed.

Lisa was bent over. Her back was arched, her face flush to the big cock. Her lips were sealed around Mr. Davidson’s steaming stalk. She sucked some more, then glanced up again at his face.

“You sweet fucking cock sucker!” he whispered. “You darling sweet little cock sucker!”

Lisa glanced up her eyes hot and wide open. She loved the hot expression on his handsome face. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, held the stalk in a tight squeeze and licked out with her sweet tongue, swirled it around the tip as though it were a dip of ice cream sitting in a cone.

“Damn!” Mr. Davidson panted staring at the girl. “Bitch, that’s soooo good!”

Lisa’s lips were gooey, wet with spit, looking pink and delicious. She puckered them around the top of his prick, kissed the bulging tip, then licked her tongue in slow rolls around it.

“You sweet little bitch!” he barked. “Suck me! Suck me, Lisa!”

“Not much longer,” Lisa admonished.

“Please, suck my dick!” he pleaded, his hands on his hips.

“You’re gonna jizz all over again,” Lisa whispered.

Lisa’s hand was jerking on Mr. Davidson’s prick as her tongue licked the tip. She began pumping him in a good hand-job.

“Jerk! Yeahhhh, jerk and lick!” he cried joyously. His cock was rock-hard, huge, thick and throbbing as though it might explode. He pulled Lisa off his cock, then pushed her back on the desk. Suddenly he plunged his big fuck stick into her little pussy.

“Nooooo, no, no!” Lisa yelped, pulling her legs together, but it was too late, his prick entered her wet cunt. He started humping.

“Nooooo!” Lisa sobbed.

“Shut up, we’re fuckin’,” Mr. Davidson whispered as he smiled down at her.

“Sucking is one thing, but you shouldn’t fuck me, Mr. Davidson. I’m just a kid!” Lisa cried.

But his cock felt so good in her cunt, hot, long, satisfying. Her teacher rocked back and forth, slicking his prick in and out of her cunt-slit. The lips of her pussy were tight around the bulging stalk.

“Ohhhh, Lisa!” he whimpered. “This feels so fucking good!”

Lisa struggled up on her elbows and looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw how his cock slid in and out of her little cunt.

“Ohhhh, Jesus!” she whispered. “You are! You’re fuckin’ me, Mr. Davidson!”

“Fuckin’, Lisa, really fuckin’! Feels great, doesn’t it?”

“Gawwwwwd, on your desk and stuff!” she babbled, still watching his cock slide in and out of her cunt. Lisa lay back and let him fuck her, propped up on her elbows, her ass plopped on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge.

Mr. Davidson slipped her a full seven inches, screwed in slowly, fucking in and out with sawing strokes.

Lisa watched the action, her pretty face impassioned with erotic pleasure. He was thrilling her with his fucking. He picked up the beat, fucked faster, his cock plunging in and out like a greased pipe.

Lisa stiffened, sucked in a long breath of air. “Shit!” she panted.

“Goddamn, bitch!” he huffed as he held her legs apart.

Lisa felt his prick bulge and harden in her pussy. He fucked faster. “Oh, shit!” she yelled.

“Lisa, goddamn it, honey!” he panted.

His prick unleashed a hot gush of cum into Lisa’s little cunt. She stiffened, shook, shuddered, and came with such a force that she was snapped upward at the waist. She was pulled forward as she came, sitting there shaking through what was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had.

“Awwwwwww! Ooh, shit!” she whispered hotly. “Ohhhhh, gawd!”

“Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!” Mr. Davidson screamed as he dished out his load into her pussy.

When they had finished enjoying the climax that sizzled through them, they basked in the warm afterglow. Mr. Davidson’s cock was still in her pussy. Cum seeped from the lips of Lisa’s pussy, drooled down her thighs onto his desk.

“That was a beautiful fuck, Lisa,” he whispered.

“You shouldn’t be fuckin’ me though, you know.” Lisa replied.

But her teacher didn’t hear her, “It was really good fuck, Lisa. Wasn’t it?”

“I better go now. I gotta learn these answers for your test, Mr. Davidson.”

“Yes, yes, my darling pet,” he said, pulling his cock out of her cunt. “By all means, you want to get an A, don’t you?”

“Damn right,” Lisa said, slipping from the desk.

Lisa O’Riley and Helen Johnson met after school. Lisa was attired in a cotton/lycra stretch mini-skirt. It was bright white and hugged her hips and thighs like adhesive tape. It rode high on her lovely legs. Her tight black tank-top pulled in hotly on her big teen titties. The zipper in the back of her tight skirt was lined up so that it pointed to the crack of her ass. She had on white 5 inch heels.

Helen had on a black micro-mini skirt. She also wore a belly-baring wrap tee in bright pink. Her belly looked good, and her skirt looked almost obscene it was so short. She had on pink 5 inch heels.

“How come you wanted to dress up hot and sexy today?” Lisa asked. “You wouldn’t tell me on the phone.”

“I couldn’t. But don’t you like to dress sexy like this? Did you see the boys stare at us today?”

“Yes.” Lisa smiled. “But listen, you know Jason never did give me his ring or letter jacket since we did all that stuff with him the other day.” Lisa couldn’t imagine that Jason might have been kidding.

“Well, you’ll have to talk to him about that. Maybe we can get together with him again.”

“I hope so.” They walked for a minute, leaving the school. “Well?” Lisa said.

Helen smiled. “You know Sandy Lake? She lives next to me?”

“Sure.”

Sandy was 14. Was a member of the yearbook staff, a cheerleader, and president of the homecoming group.

“She wants to meet us this afternoon at her place about the homecoming float. She is at cheerleading practice, then she’d see us at her place.”

“So? We dressed all up for that?” Lisa frowned.

“Here’s the thing. The last time I was at Sandy Lake’s house, her dad really gave me some hot looks. He got a hard-on.”

Lisa smiled, looking at Helen.”You horny bitch.”

“You know, he works out of his house. Writes movies. His wife is a waitress at the family strip club for something to do. They’ve got money. Anyway, I went to see Sandy one day last summer and I thought her dad was real hot for me.”

“Well, so? Christ. I’ve seen older men look at my ass and stuff.”

“He writes movie scripts, teen stuff. He wrote the screen play for The Pimp. That’s what Sandy said.” Helen smiled. “She says he’s got big connections out in California.”

“So?” Lisa persisted.

“Well, didn’t you ever wanna be in the movies, be a porn actress, be a porn model or something like that?”

Lisa smiled. “Well, sure. What girl doesn’t? Can make some really good money.”

“So, we go over there. Maybe he’ll get all hot for us like he did with me. Maybe there’s something in it for us.”

“You are a conniving little bitch, Helen Johnson!” Lisa chuckled.

Helen laughed. “Why not? We got it, don’t we? I mean we’re real good lookin’, we got nice bodies and stuff. If it works out, we drop out of school and move to California. Why not?”

“You mean we go over there and turn him on?” Lisa asked.

“Yeahhhh!” Helen exclaimed wickedly.

“Helen! You are baaaddd!”

“Totally bad,” Helen agreed. “Deal? Wanna go over there and see what happens?”

“I suppose,” Lisa said, grinning.

The girls walked to the Lake house and knocked. It took a long time for someone to answer, but Mr. Lake finally pulled the big door opened and stared down at Helen and Lisa.

He was tall. He wore a pair of jeans and a Chambray shirt, no shoes. His brown hair was tousled, mussed up, but it didn’t take away from his manly handsomeness.

“Yes?”

“Hi, Mr. Lake. I’m Helen Johnson, remember?”

“Oh, oh. Yes, yes, of course, Helen.”

“We’re here to meet Sandy.”

“She’s not home yet,” he said.

“Can we come in and wait for her? We wanted to talk about the homecoming float. She asked us to come over.”

“Sure, sure, girls. Come in,” Mr. Lake said, ushering the darlings into a plush, spacious living room, watching their girly asses swing in their minis. Helen’s skirt was so short that it was daringly close to working up over the arch of her pantied ass. He licked his lips.

“Coke, girls?” Mr. Lake asked.

“Sure. Say, this is Lisa O’Riley, Mr. Lake. She’s in Holly Anderson’s class at school.”

“Hi, Lisa.” Mr. Lake smiled.

Lisa nodded, smiling at him. The girls took a seat on the couch. Mr. Lake went to the bar and fixed them tall Cokes with ice, then returned. He sat the drinks on the coffee table in front of Lisa and Helen.

As he bent down, he looked up and saw Helen’s micro-mini hiked way up on her thighs, looking at the snug white panties that covered her cunt. Lisa leaned forward to get her Coke. Her beautiful teen tits splashed against her black tank top like a couple of juicy oranges. Helen leaned back, gave Mr. Lake a better look at her panties. She licked her pouty lips and smiled coyly.

Mr. Lake stretched up and stood in front of the girls. His cock was at half-mast, then the shaft started to thump to an amazing erection in his slacks. Lisa was surprised by the rigid projection. Helen’s mouth dropped. She licked her tongue on her lower lip. Both girls’ eyes were wide and sparkling.

Mr. Lake’s cock looked enormous! His hard-on punched at his slacks. He flushed red with embarrassment. He trembled. He was under scrutiny. The girls stared from his erection to his reddening face.

Lisa leaned back, crossed her legs, flashing her pink panties under her white skirt. Helen slid down a little, drawing her micro-mini so high that a hot V was plainly visible along with the sweet snug nylon triangle of her panties.

“Jesus!” Helen whispered.

Lisa looked at her girlfriend. Helen glanced back.

“I, I, ah, well, I best be getting back to work,” Mr. Lake stuttered.

“You writin’ another movie, sir?” Helen asked.

“Yes,” he choked, his voice trembling, his cock wobbling and throbbing in his slacks.

“Could we be in it?” Helen smiled.

“Uh, well, ah, I.” Mr. Lake stammered, then realized that he had a hook upon which he could play the girls. The movie was about a 15-year-old hooker that gets picked up by a rich guy and her life changes. “Well, perhaps I could write in a couple street walker parts for pretty young girls like you two.”

“Gee, wouldja?”

“Sure,” he said.

Lisa was hot. She kept staring at the giant bulge in Mr. Lake’s pants.

“You got a boner,” Helen whispered.

Mr. Lake smiled in embarrassment. “Oh, indeed I do, girls.”

“Could we see it, Mr. Lake?” Helen asked.

“Would you like to?”

“You bet, right, Lisa?” Helen winked.

“Sure,” Lisa said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her bright pink lips.

What should I do? Mr. Lake thought. He was enamored with the young nymphs. They were pretty, sexy, and they seemed ready to play, but should he fuck them? They were his daughter’s age. He was reluctant. Having the hots for his daughter was one thing, but someone else’s daughter? He worried for a moment. Was this a trap? What kind of trouble would he get into if he went forward?

He looked at Lisa and Helen. They were like two delicious birthday cakes. Scrumptious! Beautiful! Gorgeous! And they were staring at his cock with intense eyes. Helen was sitting so sexy on the couch, her feet flat on the floor, her little skirt up over her panties. Lisa sat regally with her legs crossed, her fabulous small tits filling her skimpy tank top.

Mr. Lake’s prick ached for the little darlings, thumped and wobbled at his crotch.

“Well, just take it out and show it to us then,” Helen said. “No harm in that is there?”

“But, girls, I don’t think that would be proper.”

“Who cares?” Lisa blurted.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna say nothin’ to nobody.” Helen smiled.

Mr. Lake thought about it. He could leave, go back to his study to work on his porn movie script, but this was a chance of a lifetime with two young teen girls. What should he do? The girls sat prettily, their beautiful young faces full of anticipation.

“I better not, girls. I have to get back my study and finish my script.” He had said it and he was happy he had.

Helen jumped off the couch. Her micro mini crinkled on her hips as her pink heels spiked into the carpet.

“Come on, Mr. Lake, just let us see huh?” Helen said, moving close, standing inches away from his trembling body.

“No,” Mr. Lake said.

“We wanna, Mr. Lake. Right, Lisa?” Helen huffed.

Lisa got up. She looked good in the mini-skirt that wrapped her plush little thighs like tape. Her tank-top jiggled with titty-temptation.