Chapter 9

The kiss lasted for minutes, perhaps hours or years. Liz was completely lost in the sweet taste of the man's saliva, the urgent passion as his lips worked against hers. Most of all, the driving, probing tongue poking between his lips was too insistent for her to deny.

Her own lips drifted open and allowed the entry into her mouth. His tongue went wild. It touched all her teeth, stroked along the roughness of her own tongue, then carefully ran between her teeth and lips.

She was gasping with a new passion by the time the man broke off to gasp for air. "God, I can't stand it!" "What's that?" he asked.

~"My need for you! Christ, you just fucked me the best I've ever been fucked and already you've got me hot for your cock again!" "I'm a magic man. I can do things you wouldn't believe." He lightly kissed her on the forehead.

"So if you're a magician, make that prick of yours rise from the dead. I want to ball again! Over the edge of the building or on the roof or, hell, even falling over the edge of this goddamn place! What a kick that would be. Kamikaze love!" "That, my dear, you'll have to find someone else to give you. I value my balls and your sweet, hot cunt too much to waste, for one fleeting instant of pure desire" Her hand crept down and found his limp penis. She wanted to call it a cock but it wasn't. Not limp and dried up like it was. This was a penis. A cock was a hard; long, vibrant fucking tool that could give her cunt the most intense pleasure a human could endure.

She was still so damned horny she didn't believe it was possible. Had she just tailed him? The way her butt felt, she was sure it hadn't been a dream. She had been dangling over the edge of the school, her ass rubbing into the hard brick.

And his cock had fucked her while she was suspended forty feet above the ground. One small slip, one brief instant of too-intense passion and they would have both gone over the edge.

She shuddered at the thought of dying like that. Still, it would have been more meaningful than dying in some car wreck. And it was a hell of a lot more fun thinking about going out that way.

If she had to die, she wanted to die while she was fucking.

Her hand worked feverishly on his prick. The limp hose refused to come back to life. No matter how her dexterous fingers worked, it simply wasn't going to turn magically into the fucking stick she wanted to feel driving between her legs and surging into the deepest recesses of her seething pussy.

"I guess the evening has worn you out," she sighed.

"Maybe. Down in the darkroom was one hell of a fine fuck. I'd thought it would never get better. Up here on the roof, with you dangling over the building, depending on me, depending on my strength, while I fucked you, that was worlds better." She had to agree. There was something about being at his mercy while he fucked the living hell out of her that made it special. She needed a strong man to lean on. And Ted Larson fit the bill to a tee. He was everything she could have wanted.

Smart, strong, handsome and one hell of a stud, he could pleasure any woman, no matter how horny and demanding.

Still, for all his?manliness and virility, his prick was positively refusing to harden. A boner was still some time off in the future. She'd have to be content with that.

She dropped to her knees and gently, almost reverently, stuffed the limp worm of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue gently washed off the last traces of his cum, her cunt juices and, the salty, tangy sweat that had run down his thickly muscled belly.

His hands laced through her raven-black hair and he told her, "I love the feel of your mouth on my cock, but it's a losing proposition. It's going to be a while. Get used to the fact I'm not a superman. I can't fuck like all those men in the books. I wear out from time to time." She sighed. He was right. No man could come and come and come all night long. Women could, men weren't able. That was the burden both had to bear up under.

"What should we do to kill the time? Until..." she let the words trail off. He knew what she meant.

Until they could fuck like rabbits again.

"The moon's still high in the sky. And there's always that juicy cunt of yours. I bet it's just itching to get eaten. Come here, woman, and let me eat pussy!" She giggled like a school' girl on her first date and tried to dodge his grasping hands. It was all a big game. Chasing her around the roof would cool their bodies and still get them hot for each other.

"Catch me! Catch me if you can, stud!" She dodged around a ventilator pipe, ducked his hands again and dashed toward the far side of the building.

Both pulled up short when they heard frenzied breathing. It was a distinctive sound. Just like the sound that went with it. The liquid squishing noise seemed to fill the quiet night.

Two people had joined them on the roof and were fucking merrily away just on the other side or a maintenance shack.

Liz heard a muffled voice, "God, your cunt's squeezing my cock flat! Keep going, damn you, keep that cunt clutching hard at me!" "I... oh, shit! Fuck me, you rotten cocksucking bastard! I hate it! I hate it! And I don't care! Fuck me!" Liz looked at Ted, confused. The other couple were obviously enjoying a little roll in the hay but the woman was mouthing vile insults. She should have been enjoying the fucking to the utmost. It sounded, though, as if she had mixed feelings about what she was doing.

This oddity-wanting to get laid and hating the thought made both of them curious enough to sneak to the edge of the storage shack. As if by mutual consent, they knew they'd have to see what was going on, It wasn't too polite, but what the hell? This was a public place.

They looked and saw a blonde array of hair fluttering back and forth on the roof-top. The woman's face was turned away, and all they could see was the wanton way her legs were spread wide for the boy to mount her and fuck like there was no tomorrow.

The woman's legs were butterflying back and forth. She would bend her hips, arch her back and drive her cunt into his prick. At the same time, her legs went almost flat on?the roof to each side, of her body.

This was causing her cunt to mash down brutally on the boy's prick. And he obviously got off on the constriction around his cock.

"Go, baby, go! Love it to death!" Ted looked at Lili when the boy's face turned momentarily toward them. It was Don Patrick, the flame-haired youth who was blackmailing Liz! Liz whispered hotly into Ted's ear, "That motherfucker! That son of a bitch is balling more than just me! He's obviously blackmailed someone else into fucking him. "He's blackmailing you? How? With what?" She hastily told him about how Don had eaten her out in class, her need for his young, lusty prick after breaking up with the coach at Eight Miles

High School and, finally, about Don seeing her and Ted fucking that evening in the parking lot.

"He's seen us together? That little dipshit! I'll break him in two!" Liz's hand flew to the teacher's strong bicep. She held him back. "No, you can't do anything to him. He's got us all over a barrel. You, he's got by the balls. Think about it." Don could get all of them fired if he went to the principal about this. The way the schoolboard was on its yearly purges looking for fornicating teachers, it wasn't too big a jump in logic to see how they could all lose not only their jobs but any chance of ever getting another teaching position anywhere.

"It's his word against ours. Who'd believe a lying little prick like that?" "All the nasty-minded people running this school. They want to hear the worst and they'll believe anything they want. Just accusing us would serve his purpose. If he can tar us with the brush of blackmail, it won't matter what happens after that." Ted saw the woman was right. Just hurling the suspicion was enough for Don's purposes. He didn't need to prove a damned thing. Just get the bluenoses thinking about how raunchy their teachers were, and that was it. It was a nasty bind they were in.

"Ooooooh, look! Shit, I... my cunt! Oh God, oh God!" Ted?moved closer to Liz. His hands, circled her. waist and settled down over her snatch. When he struck the well of her lust, he shoved a finger all the way up into her cunt.

She gasped and sagged weakly back against his body. That finger promised her so much. A cock would soon follow. She knew it. And she was getting so hat just spying on Don fucking-fucking Beth! "Look, Ted, that's Beth he's balling!" The blonde's head turned back toward them. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her lips were pulled back into a razor-slash thin line showing how intense her passion actually was.