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This story is not original. I honestly can't recall or trace where I found it but it is what get me started in writing such things and so deserves a place in the archives. As I recall I started by cleaning up the punctuation and grammar then got dissatisfied with the ending and so wrote my own. Everything after Heather arrived home is my own invention and I know nothing (and do not care to know anything) about bestiality. I think I have have changed the main characters name as well.
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Chapter 1 - School
When the bell finally sounded Heather Smith sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Friday was the only day Heather had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
The other students filed out quickly. Heather lingered and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.
"Mr. Thompson, I have this problem.
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"Yes, Miss Smith. What is it?"
His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was coming. It was the same every Friday. The young girl set her textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on the side opposite the classroom door.
"It's this. I just can't get it into my head," Heather said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the teacher's crotch. Fred Thompson gasped but did not move away. She was happy to feel that his prick was already half-erect, and jerking under her hand. The classroom was empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Thompson's back was turned towards the hallway and Heather was almost completely hidden from any passers-by.
She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing it warmly through his impeccable flannels.
"It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In fact Heather loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of school. Mr.
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Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking, unlike those of some of her other teachers. It was not too big, but it had a large round knob on the end that fitted right into Heather's mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.
Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into his fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on Fridays, though he hadn't at first. Heather remembered how much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this time it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come. More eager than its owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped noisily.
"Uh. . . Uh , the door, Miss Smith. Shouldn't we.
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. . ?
Heather usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today she couldn't wait to taste his prick, and she liked the excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any time.
Greedily she spread her lips over the red knob of his now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar affection. Then she began to lick at it avidly. The teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that big round morsel slipped easily between Heather's welcoming lips. He gripped her head and began to push it in and out of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant strokes, while Heather sucked vigourously.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his cock planted deep in Heather's mouth.
"Please, Miss Smith. . . Susan! Oh God! Someone's coming. Stop it, please.
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We can't. Not here. "
Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away from his crotch, but Heather would have none of it. She bit down with her teeth - not hard enough to hurt him but firmly enough to remind him that she could if she wanted. With her teeth pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling shaft, it was impossible for him to pull its swollen knob through them. Heather was not going to give up her lollipop no matter who was coming.
The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female voice called out:
"Good night, Fred. Working late?"
It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary. Heather knew that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls whispered about it in the washroom.
Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his shoulder. His body was held in position by Heather's tenacious mouth on his cock.
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"Uh, oh, yes. Miss. . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I have to finish up. "
"You're too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have some fun sometime too. "
Heather began to move her head slightly, rubbing her tongue over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still careful not to let him pull out. She was very excited. While she had often been watched while she sucked or fucked, this was different because it was secret. She could just imagine the furore that would ensue if they were discovered. Mr.
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Thompson must have been imagining the same thing, for his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth. Heather was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work with her tongue. Seeing that Fred Thompson, for some strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her, Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.
As soon as she had gone Heather began sucking in earnest on her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their close call that he hardly moved. But Heather didn't mind that. She was quite willing to do all the work when it came to sex, for it seemed to her impossible that the other person or persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction of the indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts. She was even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her suck on their cocks almost whenever she wanted. So, in taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as much in return as she could, even though she knew it could not possibly match hers.
Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as she plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. His huge knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than men with much larger cocks did. Heather could hardly wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into her belly.
"Ohhh! Miss . .
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Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is madness! Anyone could come!"
Especially us, thought Heather to herself as with a final burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous climax. He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her against him, finally giving way to his passion as his come poured into her mouth. Heather held his spurting cock prisoner within the velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down every drop of that wonderful liquid. She continued sucking gently even after it was all gone, feeling his once proud prick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed it back into his pants.
"Susan, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like this? It can't go on this way. Not here, in the school. Why won't you come home with me instead. Louise Renwick almost caught us there. You should have at least waited for me to close the door. It would have been the end. My job. My career.
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"Your cock!" Heather replied, laughing and licking her lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Friday afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I just have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss Renwick wouldn't have been as shocked as you think. She might even have wanted to be in my place. "
But Fred Thompson wasn't listening. The pressure in his balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from the school quickly before someone asked him what he was doing in an empty classroom after hours with a nubile young junior-high student. He grabbed his books and rushed for the safety of the teachers' room, telling himself that he must put a stop to it, but knowing that he would be there again after school next Friday. It was madness but he couldn't resist what little Heather and her talented mouth could do for him.
Heather watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement. It was always like this, but she didn't feel offended. She had got what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched but she had the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to savour until she could find someone to poke his prick between her legs.
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That wouldn't take long, she knew; it never did.
Licking her lips one last time, Heather gathered up her books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into the janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom. He was a small, elderly man, little more than half the height of the broom. Vito Mascalla was his name. He hardly spoke English, but three of his children were attending university. He was a quiet little man, grey-haired and gentle, and Heather liked him very much. She often stopped to chat with him about his family. He frowned on seeing a student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going to be played. But when he recognized Heather his face brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.
"Oh Miss Heather. Hello. You are good?"
Very good! thought Heather, though some people might call it bad.
"Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How's everything? Come stai?"
"Bene, bene, grazie.
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I mean very good. My son Rico, he just get marry. "
"I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did he go away on a honeymoon?"
"Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got pictures of wedding. You like to see, Miss Heather?"
"I'd love to Mr. Mascalla. "
"They just downstairs. You come. I show. "
He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs. Heather followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he would have the pictures with him.
Now it would be a little longer before she could find someone to scratch the itch in her pussy. But she was really pleased to see the little old man so happy and she wanted to share his joy with him.
As she followed the janitor down the two flights of stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Heather found herself suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different terms than before. She thought of his three sons and four daughters; she remembered that his wife had died last year. He had fathered at least seven children. Now he was alone. He had a cock. Heather suddenly decided that she wanted it. It surprised her that she hadn't thought of having him fuck her already. There were very few men in the school that she had missed, but she was sure this oversight would soon be remedied.
They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor had fitted up as an "office". Innumerable pictures of his family filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that served as a desk. Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage bags stuffed with some of the waste paper generated by a school.
The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and handed it to Heather. As she leafed through it, uttering the appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already well-thumbed.
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Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.
"She is very beautiful, your son's wife. He is very lucky. And your son is very handsome too. But you look best of all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla. "
"Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss Heather?"
"I can see that you weren't comfortable in it. It was too tight here, wasn't it?"
To the old man's shock and amazement, Heather - that sweet little girl - reached out and pressed her hand over his crotch. He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of the desk and couldn't escape her determined hand. She maintained the pressure, moving her fingers down until she cupped his balls. He could hardly speak.
"Miss Heather! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don't, please.
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"Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can feel that it's very nice. You made all your children with it, and now your son is using his and putting it inside his wife to make grandchildren for you. Wouldn't you like to put it in me, too, like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing right now with his new wife? I'd like it very much, Mr. Mascalla. Won't you do it just for me?"
She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was frightened to death. Heather released her hold on his prick and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore no bra. Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled out of it, making her round, young tits bounce. Only her tiny pink bikini panties remained. In a few seconds they were on the floor on top of the skirt.
The janitor was incredulous.
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Never would he have believed it. He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be happening. This must all be some strange joke or dream. Such a beautiful and sweet little girl, naked in front of him. And she had touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore, but she wasn't one. She was the nicest person in the school. His confused mind couldn't reconcile these two opposites.
"Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice. They're only small now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel them then too. Your hands feel so good on me. "
She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them against her tits. They were not that small - for a thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy. His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her erecting nipples. Heather took advantage of the old man's shock to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and practised fingers.
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Doing so pushed her tits harder against his palms. She was pleased to feel some resistance. He was pushing back, at least a little.
In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the floor. A moment later Heather was pushing his underwear down his thighs. His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the young girl was delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as fat as his arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still soft. It looked so strange hanging from such a small man.
"Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It's lovely! You have such a beautiful prick. No wonder you have such fine children. Oh, if only I'd known I would have done this long ago. Why didn't you tell me? Oh, if only you knew how much I love cocks like yours!"
She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking kiss right on its head.
"Oh no! Oh Miss Heather.
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Don't, please! No. Not good. Not right. Is a sin. "
Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It was unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a cazzo. Only putanas did that. He couldn't let this little girl do such an awful thing, even if it did send a surge of excitement through his frail body. But Heather paid him no attention. She wrapped her young lips around his swelling cock-head and, under her expert oral ministrations, his enormous organ slowly began to swell even larger. She paused from time to time to whisper her admiration and to talk about the children he had made with it. That seemed to stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a little harder and a little bigger when she took it back in her mouth again.
Heather couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy was turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have this wonderful prick inside her.
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With her hands tightly locked around the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic cock, she pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards the piles of garbage bags.
"Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in me like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing to his wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr. Mascalla. Please give me your cock. "
She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling his frail body with her. His pants were still around his ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her. Heather groaned as his giant club slammed against her belly while his face landed on the tender mass of her tits. She quickly reached down with one hand to position his great tool where it would do the most good for her, while her other arm wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her breast. When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth of her hungry pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and naturally, with no effort on his part. In a moment Heather felt it buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious contentment. She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since her Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at lunch time. She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor's long cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing shaft with her caressing cunt muscles.
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Then she whispered in his ear.
"Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick. Fuck me with your big cock!"
Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some bond of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young peasant who had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his village. With a groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back and began to drive his great pole into Heather's welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each time. His energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she exploded into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into her. He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep, so deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then the old man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing into her sweaty tits. Heather held him gently until his breathing calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
"Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock filled me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I just want to do it over and over again with you.
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I hope you'll let me, Mr. Mascalla. "
The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Heather gently rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick his shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and greedily sucking up the last few drops of jism that still oozed from its tip.
"Miss Heather, I. . . "
"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was wonderful. You did me such a big favour. I hope it was as nice for you. "
She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in bewildered admiration as she dressed.
As she started to pull on her panties, she had second thoughts.
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They would only get in the way, she said to herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at how quickly Heather's panties seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Heather liked to go without them, and she didn't always remember to stuff them into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick before she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back again soon to see this dear little old man with the big prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before she had to be home for supper.
Heather reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Heather had an agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Pop had even ordered in a whole gross of Heather's brand of panties especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.
While a happy and satisfied Heather climbed the stairs from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson. Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost killed myself on the damn thing.
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Have you seen him anywhere?"
"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs. "
"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a good night. "
"Good night, sir. "
Heather easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Heather was worried. She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who had tripped over the broom.
She knew exactly how to handle him.
The vice-principal started down the stairs with the abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of Heather.
"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"
"No sir, Mr. Cummings. "
"Oh, it's you, Miss Smith. I didn't recognize you. "
His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's about last week.
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George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered last week.
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Ever since, he had been alternately kicking himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the memory of what had happened in his office. Heather had come to see him for some reason he couldn't remember and somehow - he still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened - he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it was the first time he had ever succumbed to the seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was constantly surrounded.
But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as Heather. He had never seen anything like her combination of girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really worried. What did she have to say to him? She couldn't be pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears running through his head, and a current of sexual energy through his body.
Heather continued up the stairs until she was standing just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level.
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For the third time in little more than half an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through his pants.
"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again. "
Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously, afraid that someone might see or hear. Heather squeezed again at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!"
Heather contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time being and she was going to get fucked again.
As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her.
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Heather squirmed away. She didn't even like the man - he was the school disciplinarian - so she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she wanted to tease him a bit.
"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait. "
"Don't worry, you little tease. You'll see it soon enough, and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want more?"
"I always want more, Mr. Cummings and I never tease!" said Heather sweetly and truthfully.
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Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes, slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell again. While she watched him struggle, Heather sat calmly in his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight made it even more difficult for him.
"Shit! You're really going to get it, you little bitch!"
Idly, almost casually, Heather reached out and grabbed the broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly, deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it shone with her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless pussy.
"Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock is even harder than this. I just know I'll love it. "
Cummmings could not believe his eyes.
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Not only was this fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny, fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally stripped off his pants.
Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long and thin as Heather had remembered, and the sight of her fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought him to a state of excitement he hadn't known for years.
"Come here, Sir. Let me taste it. "
"Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck it! Suck my cock!"
Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both of Heather's hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her mouth. Heather eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle. Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs, still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and it clattered to the floor. As it fell Heather suddenly pulled back her head from his engorged prong.
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"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard. "
"O. K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there where I can get at it. "
Heather quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge of the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the wildly aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing just what she asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her pussy, still slippery and quivering from the effects of the broom and the copious juices the little janitor had deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.
"No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place.
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I want to feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum! Ream me please!"
"Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny opening of her asshole just above it. He didn't believe it. This little cunt wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had never done such a thing, though he had often imagined it as he watched the young students in their tight jeans; and he had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of them too much. But Heather! Heather's delicious ass! The very idea made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her apart. Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Heather began to fear that he might come in her pussy before she got what she wanted.
"Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, ream my ass!"
"Damn fucking right, I'll ream your ass, you little cock-teaser. And you won't be able to sit down for a month!"
The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It took a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last couple of inches so that it popped out into the air again. Even Heather moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans turned to sighs of contentment as she felt him awkwardly placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance to her intestines.
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He couldn't believe it would go in there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was driving him to try.
"Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
"Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone with lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head pressed painfully against her tight little opening, sliding away along the sweaty crack. "How do you like that, you little bitch?"
"Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push hard, Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"
Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl for putting him in this position. Something else in him just wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would go. He held his shaft in position and shoved forward, feeling the knob of his cock flatten painfully against her tiny opening. But Heather squirmed her ass and pushed back at the same time with such force that before he quite knew what had happened, his long cock was sunk half-way into her ass and he could feel her tight hot sheath squeezing down on him.
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help him thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in her, the firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his belly. Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could feel her flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the tightness and the heat and the strength with which Heather clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the very idea of what he was doing.
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Heather squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of his long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her ass muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over and over again. It was so good. It was always so good when she had a cock in her, no matter where. She came with a series of small explosions that made her asshole clutch convulsively at the cock that filled it. Cummings was so incredibly excited, and Heather's ass was much too tight, for him to last long, and in less than two minutes he collapsed panting onto her back. His weight pressed her tits cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted its load deep into her bowels. Heather moaned and came again as she felt him shoot, then she gently squeezed his shrinking cock in gratitude.
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk, at the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained and streaked cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him, reaching out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock.
"Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so good. Your cock fist so nice in my behind.
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But it got all dirty there, so I'm going to clean it off. "
"Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's. . . That's filthy!"
"I know. That's why I like it so much!"
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion at the thought, he could not resist. Heather licked avidly at his cock, searching out every speck of flavour, taking it inside her warm mouth again and washing it with her tongue. And while she sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in those few minutes she made him realize that she would love to let him drive his long prick into her asshole, cunt, or mouth again, but that Mr. Mascalla was her very dear friend, and if he lost his job she would be so sad that she might not want to fuck the vice-principal again, ever.
A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers again as Heather bounced out of his office, her bare ass flashing under her short skirt. Heather continued on out of the school. Temporarily, at least, her itches had been scratched. Besides, she was sure that there was no one else left in the building.
It had been a nice end to her school day. Now she had to stop by Pop's to pick up a spare pair of panties to replace the ones she had left in the boiler-room. Not that she would put them on, though; it was still a long walk home, and who knew how many nice cocks she might run into - or have run into her - on the way.
Chapter 2
Humming happily to herself, Heather pushed open the door of MacIntosh's Gift and Variety. A little bell rang out, and three men gathered near the counter looked up to see who had come in. One of them, of course, was Pop MacIntosh; the other two Heather had never seen before. One of the strangers was talking loudly when Heather entered, waving a large cigar in the air; he was a big, barrel-chested man in a plaid suit almost as loud as his voice. The other was smaller and quieter, balding and bespectacled. The big man had evidently just told a dirty joke, for he and Pops burst into laughter while the little man grinned sheepishly. They grew suddenly silent when they saw Heather in the doorway.
"Hi, Pops! How's business?"
"Heather! What a sight for sore eyes. I was hoping you'd drop in today. I've been telling these gentlemen about you, and they're very anxious to meet you. "
Heather's pussy twitched delightedly at Pop's words. She knew what "meet" meant in this case, and she was always happy to "meet" new men.
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Thanks to Pop she had met a lot of men lately.
"Christ, MacIntosh! Is that her? But she's jail-bait. Just a kid," the big man whispered to Pop, but Heather overheard and smiled.
"Don't worry, gents," Pop whispered back, winking at Heather. ""She may be little but she's got more than enough for both of you. But you're free to leave if you want. "
"Oh no!" exclaimed the smaller one. "We'll stay. We'll stay. "
The variety store business was not a good one, and Pops had been sinking further and further into debt until he met Heather earlier that year. One day she had gone in for some candy and found him looking so sad that she had sat under his counter and sucked his cock to cheer him up. She liked cum much better than candy anyway. After that she began dropping in regularly to suck him off or to ask him to fuck her in his back room. That was when he had begun supplying her with replacement panties; he had actually offered her anything in the store, but she knew he was having financial problems and refused to take anything except the pleasure of having his cock in her.
Once she had come in and found him in the middle of a terrible argument with a strange, hard-looking man who was insisting that Pop pay his debts - or else.
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Heather had quickly manoeuvred the man into the back room and just as quickly manoeuvred his cock into her. She still remembered how cruelly and brutally he had fucked her; she was disappointed that he had never come back. But after that day there were many others. Soon she was regularly satisfying Pop's creditors - and herself - in his back room several times a week. Heather was sure that by now Pop didn't owe anybody anything, she had taken on so many cocks in that dusty store-room, many of them over and over again. She suspected that now he was simply finding men who would pay him to "meet" her. She didn't mind at all; in fact, Heather couldn't think of a nicer arrangement. That way everybody benefited, especially her.
Today, as she felt the eyes of the three men on her, she knew she was in for an interesting time in the back room. She smiled her thanks to Pop; he tried to smile back but he had no teeth so his smile always looked like a grimace. He was a chubby, rotund man, in his late fifties, and completely bald. But he had a nice cock. She hoped the others did too.
"This is Mr. Harrison and Mr.
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Messner, Heather. They're salesmen. Mr. Harrison is in tobacco - cigars, cigarettes - and Mr. Messner's line is candy. And this is Heather, gentlemen. "
"Pleased to meet you, sir, and you too, sir. "
"Now, what can I do for you, young lady?" asked Pop with a twinkle in his eye. "If it's cigars or lollipops you want, you've come at the right time. "
They all laughed, but Heather noted that the two strangers were a little uneasy. Now that they had finally met the girl Pop had been telling them about, they couldn't quite believe it. She certainly didn't seem the type, yet there was something about her that set their cocks twitching in their pants. Heather looked pointedly at their crotches and smiled.
"Gee, I really like lollipops, but I've never tried a cigar. "
"Maybe you should, eh, Heather girl," said Mr.
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Harrison, the big one. "Nothing like a good big cigar to set the juices flowing, eh Pop?" He laughed again, his eyes glued so tightly to Heather's tits that he didn't see her lick her lips in anticipation.
"Lollipops are good, too. Don't forget that candy is dandy. " said the candy salesman.
"Well, I hope Mr. Messner will let me taste his lollipop - I bet it's a really nice one - and I'd be happy to try your cigar, too, Mr. Harrison, but please don't tell anyone. I'm not old enough to smoke. " Even though she rather liked this kind of teasing conversation, Heather decided to hurry things along. "But actually, what I came in for was. . . well, it's embarrassing. I seem to have lost my panties again, Pop, and I need a new pair before I go home.
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The two salesmen didn't quite know how to react to this unexpected declaration, but Pop knew how to play the game.
"Lost your panties again, Heather? That's the second time this week and its only Friday. Very careless of you. But how do I know you're telling the truth? I think you'd better show us. "
Heather immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist and spun around in front of the three men. They watched wide-eyed as her delightfully round ass and tender, beckoning pussy flashed by in front of them.
"Golly! She's naked!" gasped Mr. Messner, taking off his glasses. Harrison just stared.
"Well, you certainly have lost them - or given them away," said Pop. At least it looks that way. "
"Oh yes, Pop. They're really gone. But you don't have to believe me, these men will tell you, won't you? Put your hands down here and tell Pop if I'm naked or not, please, sirs. "
With those words, Heather reached out and took one hand of each salesman.
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Mr. Messner was short enough that she could press his hand right against her pussy. She tugged impatiently on an astonished Harrison's arm until he bent down and she could press his fingers against her ass cheek. The small lollipop salesman, immediately began moving his fingers through her very sparse but silken pussy hair. He had never felt anything like it. But Harrison just let his hand rest on her ass cheek as if paralysed. Then he swore and set his cigar down on the counter, before moving his other hand to Heather's other ass cheek.
"Yes, she is. She's naked. Oh my goodness, she's naked, MacIntosh" stammered Mr. Messner.
Harrison said nothing at first. He simply squeezed Heather's ass in disbelief, then he burst out with "Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!"
"See? I told you. No panties," laughed Heather, suddenly spinning away from the two men.
"Well, I think I just might have some panties in the back that will fit you, but we'll have to try them on first.
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"
"O. K. Pop. But if they don't fit, maybe Mr. Harrison and Mr. Messner could just put their hands back there again. They felt so nice and warm. " She suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. "Boy, but we'd sure look funny walking down the street. "
"I don't know about that, Heather, but I bet the guys would like it. Lets get into the back-room and try something on. "
"Christ yeah! Lead the way, MacIntosh! Come on, Messner! Don't just stand there looking stupid. This is prime pussy!"
Pop led the way to his cluttered store-room, Heather followed him while the other two men followed her, trying to get their hands back onto her naked ass. She slowed to make it easier for them.
"Oh, that's so nice.
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But I guess I'll have to get all undressed if I'm going to try the panties on, won't I Pop?"
"Yes, indeed, Heather. How else could we see if they fit? But these two gentlemen will help you, won't you boys? Help Heather get undressed?"
Suddenly Mr. Messner - Heather had begun to think of the two salesmen as the cigar man and the lollipop man - grabbed at the hem of her skirt and tried to pull it down.
"Oh, golly yes! Here, let me help!"
"You have to undo the zipper first, Mr. Messner. Mr Harrison, could you help me with my T-shirt please?"
While the lollipop man awkwardly tried to tug her skirt down over her hips, the cigar man let go of her ass and started to pull up her T-shirt. Heather held her hands in the air, but Harrison stopped pulling as soon as her T-shirt was covering her face. He was so fascinated by her young, but full-fleshed tits and their quivering nipples that he couldn't resist touching them, palming them. Meanwhile Messner had finally got her skirt down around her ankles and he was kneeling in front of her stroking her downy pussy hair. Heather sighed happily, thrust her breasts out against the cigar man's rough fingers and began to jerk her hips in response to the lollipop man's caresses. Pop was opening a package, and suddenly spoke up.
"Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them on as soon as you finish undressing her. "
Harrison quickly let go of Heather's tits and finished pulling the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands back on to her as soon as possible.
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"Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting interesting. God! What a pair of tits for a kid!"
But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all would end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort. He held up a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a fragile wisp of cloth. In fact they were identical to the ones Heather had left with Mr. Mascalla because they had come out of the same box just the day before. While the two salesmen watched impatiently Pop helped Heather step into them and pulled them up for her, letting his stubby hands slide appreciatively over her body as he did so.
Heather's experienced eye could see movement beneath all the men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had been so well scratched before she left school or she would have quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have long to wait before the game turned serious - and she was sure she would be the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on her.
The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight swell of her Venus mound so closely that her quivering pussy lips could be clearly seen beneath the almost transparent cloth; it stretched over the curves of her ass like a second skin. As she turned in front of the admiring and lusting men, the bell over the front door tinkled its unwelcome message. Pop had to go to look after his customer, leaving Heather alone with the two very horny salesmen who were having a very hard time keeping their hands to themselves after the liberties they had been allowed earlier.
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"I don't think that these will do. They're much too big. "
"Too big?" the lollipop man asked incredulously, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.
"Yes, much too big. Why I bet you could get your hand right inside here at the front. " She guided his trembling hand into position right over her pussy. "There! Didn't I tell you? You can even move your fingers around. And you, Mr. Harrison, I bet you could get your hands inside, too, here at the back. See! You can move it around too. Ohhh yes! Move them like that! It's so nice. "
Heather was right. It was entirely possible for both men to get their hands in her pants. They were pressed close against her. Once she had pushed their hands under the waistband of her panties they were ready to take it from there.
"Oh my goodness," cried Mr. Messner as his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and were almost sucked into her cunt.
"My God! What an ass!" grunted Mr. Harrison as he probed at her ass crack. The material of the panties stretched incredibly but it did not break; that was why Heather liked them so much. The lollipop man suddenly bent down and took one of her hard little nipples in his mouth as his finger moved in her pussy; the cigar man's hand soon grabbed hold of the other breast and squeezed it. Heather sighed in delight, but it was not nearly enough for her.
"Oh yes, oh my yes! Oh thank you for helping me with my panties. But they won't do will they. I'll have to take them off until Pop can find me another pair. "
"Yes! Take them off. I'll do it!" cried Mr. Messner, pushing at the offending piece of cloth.
She stepped out of the panties but the men's hands remained on her. Mr.
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Messner's fingers were now digging furiously into her cunt while Mr. Harrison was beginning to probe at her tiny asshole. Heather reached out to either side of her, found the male organs she was searching for, and squeezed.
"Oh my! Is this your cigar, Mr. Harrison? And I bet this is your lollipop, Mr. Messner. I just love to suck on lollipops. I'm sort of an all-day sucker. And who knows, maybe I'll like the feel of a cigar in my mouth too? Oh, your hands feel so good. Go ahead, Mr. Harrison, you can push your fingers in there. I like things stuck in my behind. "
Heather had decided not to waste any more time. She played these little games largely for Pop MacIntosh's sake and he wasn't here now. Quickly her practised hands lowered the men's zippers and managed to extricate their half-hard cocks.
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"Oh, how lovely! What a big cigar! And what a delicious looking lollipop! I just have to taste it!"
She bent at the waist and began to suck on Mr. Messner's juicy lollipop. It really was delicious, hard and firm in her mouth. While she sucked she wiggled her dimpled ass in Mr. Harrison's face. It did not take him long to get her message. He rubbed his rapidly swelling cock through her dripping ass-crack, then with one vigourous push he planted his big cigar deep in her pussy.
Both men had lost all inhibitions now. Mr. Messner was driving his rigid lollipop right into her throat, holding her by the head as he furiously fucked her face; behind her, Mr. Harrison was frantically plunging his big cigar in and out of her all-devouring cunt. Heather's tiny body was buffeted between the two men. Mr. Harrison grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her against him as he drove into her. Her feet were completely off the floor now; she was supported only by the iron-hard cocks buried deep in her mouth and cunt.
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When they plunged into her together, she thought she could feel their cock-heads collide somewhere deep inside her, and their collision set off incredible explosions in her body. It was wonderful. She closed her eyes and clutched at Mr. Messner's hips, trying to slide his cock even deeper into her throat. The sensations continued to mount with every thrust, and the explosions they set off in her grew sharper and bigger every second.
The big cigar in her cunt exploded first, flooding her with its juices. As his cock softened and threatened to slip out of her pussy, Mr. Harrison lowered her gently to her knees. She did not let go of Mr. Messner's hips, holding his lollipop between her lips and relishing the way it thrust incessantly into her throat. The zipper of his fly dug into her cheek as she strained to swallow the entire length of his cock into her tightly constricted throat but the little bit of pain only added to her pleasure. Finally he too could hold out no longer and Heather found herself eagerly swallowing gob after gob of sweet lollipop juice.
When she had drained every drop from Mr. Messner's lollipop, Heather, as usual, turned to Mr. Reynold's limp cigar and took it into her mouth to lick clean of their mingled juices.
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She was still cradling it lovingly between her lips when Pop came hurrying back.
"You've started without me! That's not fair! But isn't Heather a lovely little girl?"
"Christ! What a cunt! And what a mouth!" grunted Mr. Harrison as Heather finished licking up the drops of come that clung to the hairs of his balls.
"Oh my goodness! I've never felt anything like it," said Mr. Messner,, watching in hypnotic fascination as the mouth that had just sucked him off worked over his colleague's limp prick. At last Heather let go of the salesman's cigar and looked over impatiently at Pop.
"I just couldn't wait, Pop. I didn't mean to forget you. How could I? Hurry and get undressed and let's do it like we did on Monday. I ate Mr. Messner's lollipop and had Mr. Harrison's cigar in me. Now I want Pop's popsicle!"
Even as she spoke the old store-keeper was quickly undressing until all he wore was an old and yellowed undershirt that barely covered his protruding belly, and certainly didn't conceal his protruding cock, a surprisingly sturdy tool.
Pop MacIntosh and Heather worked together like a well-practised team - which they were. Pop hurriedly pulled out an old blanket and sat on the floor.
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Heather crouched between his legs and licked lovingly at his cock until it was hard and erect. Then Pop lay back on the blanket while Heather clambered over his body, set his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly sank down onto it until her ass was pressed tightly against his belly. Then she began to bounce. Up and down. In and out. Faster and faster she moved on the shop-keeper's throbbing pole. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open, releasing strange whimpers of pleasure as orgasm overtook her.
But Pop's cock stayed hard in her cunt and Heather did not stop moving. The sensations in her belly built quickly to new peaks as she slid up and down, screwing her ass around the pole she so happily impaled herself on. She was beginning a climb to a gigantic climax when she turned to the two watching salesmen and called to them to come closer. Without breaking her rhythm she reached out and grasped their reawakening cocks. The two men stood, one on each side of Pop's head, their cocks pointing straight towards Heather. Moaning in pleasure, she pulled them even closer and bent her head forward until her lips were able to close around the head of the Mr. Messner's juicy lollipop. She sucked avidly for a few seconds, then let go and stuffed Mr.
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Harrison's big cigar into her mouth.
Up and down she bounced on Pop's cock, clutching at first one salesman's balls, then the other's, as she sucked on their cocks. But her excitement and passion only went up. With Pop's fat pole stuffed into her cunt and two juicy pricks for her mouth to feast upon, Heather was in heaven. Hungry for all the cock she could swallow she tried to pull both salesmen's pricks into her mouth at the same time. Four hands tangled in her hair and pulled her head forward as her lips stretched wider than ever before. Then they were in her.
"Christ!" groaned Mr. Harrison.
"Golly!" exclaimed Mr. Messner.
They each tried to push their cocks deeper into her mouth but there simply wasn't room. For Heather the sensation was so intense, the feeling of being completely stuffed with cock so strong that her quivering body went over the edge again, and this time her convulsing cunt took Pop with her. He cried out and clutched at her hips as his prick began to spurt deep within her belly. Heather had to let the two salesmen's cocks pop free from her mouth.
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They were swelling too quickly. She collapsed onto Pop's chest, panting and whimpering as the convulsions of her orgasm shook her slender body. When she had stopped trembling she began to whisper her gratitude to the old man, nuzzling at his grizzled chest hair while he stroked her head. The two salesmen stood there, their cocks sticking out grotesquely in front of them, watching the old man and the young girl, desperately wanting to plunge their cocks back into her.
After a few seconds Heather lifted her head. The two men were now both fiercely erect. Heather's eyes glowed with anticipation as she looked at the hard flesh poking out from their pants.
"Oh goodie! My lollipop and my cigar are back. I want you both again. But you have too many clothes on. "
She gently disengaged herself from Pop, bending to plant a big kiss on the end of his cock, licking up the come that still dribbled from it. The two men hurriedly stripped off their clothes and pressed close to Heather, reaching out to touch and squeeze her flesh. Heather grabbed Mr. Messner's lollipop and pulled him to the blanket where Pop was sitting watching. Then she pushed him down so that he was facing Pop and made him lie back on the floor.
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Before he quite realized what was happening she was straddling the candy salesman, her back to his head, letting her pussy sink down onto his hard cock, just as she had on Pop's only moments before.
"Oh my, yes! I just love your lollipop in my honey-pot! Now all I need is your big cigar, Mr. Harrison. "
Harrison tried to push his way in front of her so she could suck his cock but Pop was sitting there, smiling like an inscrutable Buddha and he wouldn't move. The salesman was going to push the old man out of the way when Heather asked him to wait. Then she bent forward, still firmly planted on Mr. Messner's spike, so that her face fell towards Pop's lap. The old man grasped her head and pulled it against his limp and sticky prick. Heather sensuously rubbed her cheek over his cock and balls, purring almost like a kitten. Messner began trying to move his cock in her tightly clasping cunt.
"Your cigar now, please! Let me have your cigar. Put it in me. In my bum!"
Pop lay back and Heather pressed her face against his crotch. Her ass was in the air and the tobacco salesman could see her cunt lips stretched tightly around the other salesman's cock. Above it was the tiny winking eye of her asshole.
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He couldn't believe that she meant him to fuck her there but there was nowhere else and his hard cock was demanding satisfaction.
Heather had opened her mouth and swallowed almost all of Pop's limp and resting cock. The old man clutched her head. Her ass moved, spiralling round on the hard shaft that filled her cunt. It was driving Harrison frantic as he stared at her tiny asshole. His cock leaped at the thought of penetrating it, but surely it was impossible. Impatiently Heather lifted her head from Pop's tasty prick and cried out, almost moaning in passion.
"Please, put it in me, Mr. Harrison. In my ass. Fuck me in the ass with your big cigar. "
She began nursing on the old man's cock again, trying to hold her ass still, but the twitching lollipop in her pussy made her want to move, to screw herself furiously on it. She moaned in pleasure around Pop's cock when she felt Harrison's rough hands clutching at her ass. It was all too much for him to take. If she wanted to be fucked in the ass, he was going to do it, no matter what it did to her.
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Stepping over his colleague's prostrate body, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and held her still as he shoved his hard and demanding prick into her ass crack. Muttering and cursing he poked at her asshole, feeling himself slide away each time until finally he hit the tiny opening and the head of his cock popped magically inside her tight anal ring. He almost roared with passion as Heather's clamped down on him. She, too, cried out in pleasure but Pop's cock was already swelling again in her throat and only a muffled groan emerged.
Blind with lust, the cigar man clutched painfully at Heather's ass and began to push his cock into her bowels. He couldn't believe that he was inside her, yet he could feel his cock sink further and further into her ass on each thrust. He could feel the pressure of his cock in her cunt and Heather could feel both hard muscles throbbing inside her, sending delicious sensations of fullness through her.
"All the way! Push it in me all the way. I want all your cocks. Oh I can feel you both! Isn't it wonderful. You're both so deep in me" Heather gasped pulling briefly away from Pop.
At last Harrison had sunk the full length of his big cigar into her ass. The two men filled her lower passages with their engorged flesh. Heather began to move, writhing and twisting her ass, feeling the hard cocks move inside her, rubbing against each other. The two men had to move too.
Beneath her, Mr. Messner strained to lift his hips and push his cock deeper into her pussy; behind her, Mr. Harrison could plunge easily into her ass. And in front of her she had Pop's delicious meat to suck on. Heather felt as if she were in heaven. Every motion of their hard cocks sent waves of pleasure through her and they kept moving. All three men had just come in her moments before, so despite Heather's erotic charms it was a long time before they were ready to render up another liquid homage to her.
She came again and again. She was stuffed to bursting with hard cock. It was wonderful. It should never stop. By now, Pop's cock was hard in her mouth as well pushing its way into her throat. After one immensely satisfying orgasm that shook her whole body Heather suddenly stopped moving. Mr. Harrison continued ploughing his fat cigar into her asshole but, with a neat flip of her hips, Heather dislodged him and quickly pulled her cunt off of Mr.
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Messner's solid spike. Both men burst into complaint and grabbed at her their red and raging cocks bobbing in the air. Heather felt incredibly empty, but she wanted a change. And besides, the men were getting too close to coming and she didn't want to finish yet. They needed a change of pace.
"Wait, please. Just a minute. I want to do it another way. Please. "
Harrison just grunted impatiently and tried to grab her ass again; he wanted back in that tight, hot hole. Messner lay there looking bewildered, his long red cock waving in the air. But Pop just smiled a big happy grin and lay back watching, knowing Heather would look after them all. She turned her back on him and squatted over his prick.
"Your cock, Pop! Put it in my asshole, please. "
Pop took his rigid organ between two fingers and pointed it directly at Heather's recently vacated asshole.
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She felt it press against her and bent her knees, sitting down on it. The two salesmen watched in fascination as that tiny opening easily swallowed up the fat head of the older man's cock. Heather sighed with contentment and relaxed her knees, letting all her weight rest on Pop's hard spike, moaning as she felt it sink deep into her ass. Then she lay back on his flabby chest. He reached around and seized her tits to hold her in place. Her cunt was now exposed.
"Now your lollipop, Mr. Messner. Fuck me with your lollipop. Fuck me hard!"
Messner quickly scrambled to his feet and knelt in front of her so he could plunge his eager cock back into her incredible pussy. This time he was on top and could move freely. He drove into her wildly and enthusiastically while Heather encouraged him with cries of passion. But Harrison couldn't stand being left out. He roared his disapproval and tried to pull the smaller man off of Heather's body until she stopped him by gasping out:
"Oh no, Mr. Harrison.
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I want you too, I want your big cigar in my mouth. I want you to fuck my face with it. Come here, please. "
Harrison let go of the lollipop man who continued banging away frantically at Heather's pussy. He looked down at his prick, remembering that it had just come out of her asshole. But she cried out again and urged him to hurry. Her head hung back over Pop's shoulder, so he knelt behind her, trying to get into position to feed her his cock. Heather reached back blindly and caught it in her hand, pulling him right into her mouth and beginning to suck, savouring the strong taste and pungent odour her asshole had left on him. He clutched at her head and began pushing his cigar in and out of her clasping lips. With her head bent back, he had clear access to her throat and soon his fat cock was pushing right into that narrow tunnel. He gasped in pleasure as he felt it squeeze down on his cockhead. It seemed even tighter than her asshole, and Heather's moans and cries of pleasure, muffled by his fat cock in her throat, sent strange vibrations through his flesh that made him plunge even harder into her.
Once again Heather was wonderfully filled in all three holes with hard cock. And once again her pleasure soared with every plunge they took into her mouth and cunt. Pop's stiff prick in her asshole was the one fixed point in her paroxysms of pleasure.
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From either end, her other two fuckers drove fiercely into her, even more vigourously than before.
The brief rest had done them good - increased their eagerness, yet taken the edge off their aro.
