Chapter 6

Mr. Towson sat in the chair, his pants still around his ankles, his big cock hanging like a ring of bologna on the edge of the cushion. His eyes took in the girls' lovely allure, their sweet, radiant teen beauty, Nancy's fabulous tits -- the way her luscious tits heaved against the sweater like two ripe grapefruits.

Mr. Towson glared at these big tits with mouth-watering passion. He glanced from girl to girl, at Chrissie's beautiful ass, her asscheeks, the roll, the curve, the sculptured perfection; and her tits that pushed at her tight light-blue sweater as if they were scoops of ice cream.

"Should we let Mr. Towson take our pants down, Nancy?" Chris cooed.

"Yeah, if he'll let us play with that big bull cock again!"

"You girls are such teasers," Mr. Towson moaned.

He fell to his knees in front of the chair. He wiggled toward Nancy. His hands slid along her thighs, then fanned behind her, clutched at her ass, felt it, then cupped her asscheeks. He muffled his face into the crotch of her pink panties and licked voraciously.

"Ah! Oooooh! Ooooh!" Nancy moaned.

Then he tugged at her panties, pulled them down, sliding the slick nylon over the marbled smoothness of her hips, pushing them down to her knees. He kissed her cunt, a sweet pussy that looked like a hot buttered biscuit. His tongue slithered into the gooey softness. He wiggled his big, wet tongue up and down Nancy's cunt-slit.

"Shit!" she howled. "Shitttt, he's lickin' -- he's lickin' my pussy!"

A shivering tingle sizzled through her.

But Mr. Towson stopped. He wiggled to Chris. He licked his tongue up her thighs, leaving big gobs of spit, then his wide-open mouth enveloped the crotch of her blue panties, sucking, licking.

"Cripes!" Chris screamed.

Mr. Towson took her panties down, pulled them in a blue roll to the tops of her knees. He spun her around, his hands feeling her hips, then he clutched her ass, cupped her hot asscheeks, spread them and stuck his face into her furry, fuzzy asscrack. His tongue slobbered wildly up and down Chrissie's asscrack.

"Oooohhhheeeee! Ahhhh!" Chris cried. "Oooh, my butt! He's lickin' my butt!"

Indeed he was. His long, spearing tongue lathered up and down her damp asscrack and sent zingers of tickling sweetness through her. She shuddered, bent over, putting her hands on her knees, just below her panties, then moved each foot so the jeans were stretched. She got her legs as far apart as she could and wiggled her blue-ribbon butt at Mr. Towson. He spiked his tongue into her asshole.

"Oh, fuck!" Chrissie yelped. "Ooooh, shit! He's on my shithole!"

His tongue was rimming her with professional perfection, as if she'd sat down on a high-speed drill. The tingle vibrated through her and sent the pretty schoolgirl into a realm of pure pleasure.

"Wow!" Nancy gasped.

"Jeez!" Chris cried. "I... oh... shit, my asshole! I never felt anything like this. Shit!"

"Feel good?" Nancy asked, her finger in her cunt.

"Yeahhhh, shit yes!" Chris sighed.

Mr. Towson clutched and pinched Chrissie's ass, and his tongue danced with a furious frenzy on her bugger hole.

"Ass-licker!" Chris shouted. "Dirty ass-licker!"

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Mr. Towson mumbled, his tongue writhing twirling on her shitter.

"Big ass-licker!"

Mr. Towson slid his arm between Chrissie's thighs, his tongue still sizzling her asshole; he pushed through and his hand came out the other side. He crooked his thumb and stuck it in Chrissie's cunt, then thumbed in and out.

"Ooooh! Aaaah!" Chris whimpered. "He's fuckin' me now with his thumb!"

Mr. Towson gave the girl a thrill she would never forget. She became so hot and passionate, so excited, she tingled into a brilliant climax that gripped her, shivered her, stunned her, giving her an eternity of pleasure.