This is a work of erotic fiction to be enjoyed by an adult audience.
“Where’s Zak?” Ricky Cumson inquired from the old wrinkled man wearing an obvious toupee and a once-white lab coat, opened down the front to reveal a checkered shirt with bow-tie at the neckline and unpressed trousers.
“Doesn’t work here anymore,” the man mumbled
Ricky’s disappointment showed on his cute jock face. “Aw, snap! I liked him. Been lookin’ forward to this appointment since last time.”
“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me,” the old-timer replied, pulling up a stool on wheels to sit at the end of the examination table Ricky sat upon, his bare legs swinging. The nurse who had taken his vitals had him strip down and put on one of those cheesy tie-in-the-back paper dressing gowns. “I’m Doc Wheeler. Pleased to know you.”
“Yeah, sure,” Ricky replied distractedly. “Like, where did he go to? Zak, I mean.”
“How should I know? I fired him!” the doctor responded with a flash of anger. “Was gettin’ too familiar with the patients, he was.”
“Jeez,” Ricky countered in all fake innocence. “He was good with me. Next to Doc Cavanaugh, I never had a nicer exam.”
“Yes, well, I can only imagine,” the oldster grumbled under his breath. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got going on here. Didn’t get a chance to read your chart. You say Cavanaugh is your primary?”
“Gyno,” Ricky corrected. “He’s a gynecologist.”
Wheeler’s bushy white antennae brows raised. “Gynecologist? Now what for you seeing a gynecologist.”
“I guess maybe you should have read my chart,” Ricky told him. “Well, since you haven’t, I guess I might as well just show you.” Lifting the annoying gown up over his head and tossing it aside he leaned back on one elbow, hefted his cock and acorn-sized nuts out of the way and revealed his startling deformity.
Wheeler’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, his mouth gaped and his spectacles fogged over. “What in the world!” He moved in closer, his face practically in Ricky’s snatch. “Are you one of them transexuals? Or a gender reassignee?”
“Nope,” Ricky replied, shaking his head. “Was born this way. With a cock and a pussy.”
“Well, I’ll be!” the doctor marveled, suddenly all interest. Tentatively he reached out with a gnarled hand and touched the juicy lips of the teen’s vagina. “Sure enough feels like the real thing.”
“Oh, it’s for real,” Ricky assured him. “Like, see, I would know. It’s been a part of me my whole life.”
“And just how old are you?”
“Jeez, Doc, you really should read a patient’s chart. I’m eighteen. A senior in high school.”
“Yes, well, I’m a senior, too,” Wheeler muttered. “Although not in the same way as you might have meant.” He was testing Ricky’s twat lips, slipping a finger between the petals and feeling around inside.
“How old are you, Doc?”
“Never you mind,” Wheeler scolded him. “Let’s just say I’m old enough to know better, and still don’t.” He cackled amusedly and used both liver-spotted hands to open Ricky into full blossom. “My, my, lookie there. That’s a pretty thing. How come your folks waited ‘til now to do something about it?”
Confused for a moment, Ricky’s eyes flared when he caught on. “Oh no, Doc. That’s not why I’m here. This is the way I was born and my parents decided this is the way I was meant to be. Well, mostly my Dad. Besides, they didn’t have the kind of money back then to do any kind of surgery.”
“So why you seein’ doctors for? You havin’ some kind of trouble?”
Ricky shook his head. “No, no trouble. Its just that they, my folks that is, figured I should see a gyno, like women do. Because I have a pussy,” he added.
Wheeler bobbed his head, interestedly inspecting the boy’s treasure trove. “Ayup. Good idea.”
“And Dr. C—Cavanaugh, that is---thought I should also check in with a Uro---Uro---”
“Urologist,” Wheeler helped him.
“That’s right. Since my plumbing is all mixed up Dr. C sent me here. Just to make sure everything is, you know, working okay.”
Old Wheeler had the boy’s inner lips opened enough to encounter the clitoris. “My oh my, lookie there. You’ve got yourself a mighty healthy glans. Can’t say I ever saw one so large. Looks more like a little dickie, don’t it?” He rubbed the glans, causing Ricky to squirm and sigh. “Does that cause you pain, boy?”
Ricky shook his head again. “No, doc. Not pain.”
Wheeler chuckled. “Feels good, don’t it.”
“Oh, yes, Doc.”
Wheeler diddled with the extended clit some more. “Now, tell me honest, boy. What’s your name again? Ricky, that’s right. Tell me, Ricky.,” he asked with one cocked white brow and a lower, conspiratorial voice, “exactly what did Zak do at your last visit?”
“Honest?”
“Honest. I’m your doctor. You can tell me. Everything a patient tells his doctor is confidential. Haven’t you ever heard that?” the old man replied testily.
Ricky wasn’t certain he liked the old codger’s attitude but, since he was a bit of a talker he expounded, “Well, he fingered me for a while, like you’re doing now. Really worked my clit until I was nearly climbing the walls.”
Wheeler nodded excitedly. “Yes! Yes! The clitoris is an extremely sensitive gland. Go on, go on, boy. What other, um, examinations did Zak perform?”
“Let me see now,” Ricky said, looking upward and rubbing his chin. “It’s been a few weeks and there’s been so many others.”
“Others? You mean, you let other men, ahem, examine you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call what they do any examination. And I’m just doing what Dr. Cavanaugh prescribed for me. He told me I had to keep my pussy well trained. That I absolutely needed to get fucked at least once and day, do a train once a week and soak my pussy in warm, soap water at the end of the day.”
“A train?” Wheeler asked quizzically.
“They prob’ly didn’t call it that back in your day,” Ricky acknowledged. “You know, a gang-bang. An orgy.”
Wheeler’s jaw dropped and he nearly lost his upper plate. “You mean to tell me you get fuc--scr--you take on multiple partners?”
“Well, yeah,” Ricky shrugged. “Dr. C says at least once a week, but I get group banged a lot more than that. Jeez, once we’re done competing in the gym all the guys are revved up and horny. And I’m the only one there with a pussy so they pretty much take out their aggression on it.”
“Oh, my!” Wheeler gushed, his gnarled hands beginning to quiver. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Tell me more about Zak. What exactly did he do with you?”
“The normal stuff. Just like everybody else. And…oh yeah!” he added excitedly. “He ate out my asshole. Not many guys do that. Sometimes they fuck it but they’re not too crazy about eating it the way they do my puss. Boy, I’m sure gonna miss Zak.”
All the while Dr. Wheeler had been slipping more fingers into Ricky until he now had three from each hand effortlessly sliding in and out of the warm, fleecy pussy while his thumbs fiddled with the boy’s lush clitoris. “Your p-pussy feels very nice, very healthy. My colleague Dr. Cavanaugh is obviously taking good care of his patient.”
“Jeez, Doc, I’m your patient now, too. You can eat me out.” Quickly adding, “Only if you want to, I mean.”
Wheeler smacked his gums and cheerfully said, “Why wouldn’t I? One doesn’t often come across a boy with a working pussy.” With that he moved in between Ricky’s raised and spread thighs and started taking long swipes of the teens parted labia with his swollen tongue.
“Oh, yeah, Doc. That feels so good,” Ricky gushed. “Like I said before, I didn’t have many today. After b-ball during gym period it was only Wally Anderson and Jakie Meyers. We were running late and they didn’t want to be tardy for class again. It’s okay that I’m late to English Lit. Mr. MacGregor, he knows the score. Boy, does he. And he’s got eight thick inches to prove it. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t judge a guy by his cock size. Some of them smaller ones may not get up in there quite as far, but most shorties I’ve encountered are as wide as, well, your wrist. A dick is a dick to me. As long as it does the job, I don’t care about size, thickness, color, cut or uncut, cheesy or clean. A dick’s a dick, right?
“Anyways, the day before, now that’s a different story altogether. It was the period just before lunch when I got to Mr. Aldritch’s World History II class. I didn’t even make it to my seat before Aldritch sidelined me and told me I was to report to the Teacher’s Lounge. Now, I’d never been there before. That’s where the teachers go to have their lunch and shoot the shit with each other, I guess. Us students, we aren’t allowed. Except, that day, for me. I wasn’t sure what was going on and Aldritch, he wasn’t saying. He just gave me this knowing wink and sent me on my way, but not before whispering to me something like “sure wish I was joining.”
“I don’t much like World History anyways. And my grades show it. I liked WHI better, when we learned about ancient times. You know, Egyptian Pharaohs and Roman gladiators and stuff. I think I’d have had a great time in ancient Rome, wearing nothing more than a toga and getting fucked by all the emperors and stuff. Used as a slave boy. I wonder if they had any boys like me. You know, with a pussy.
“So I moseyed on down to the Teacher’s Lounge. It’s near the main entrance where all the offices are located. Reception, Principal, Vice-Principal, Guidance, School Nurse, they all have their own place there. When I got to the windowless door I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Should I knock or just go on in? I just walked in, as if I belonged there. First one I locked eyes with was Coach Branson. I was surprised ‘cos he usually runs track at this time of day. Then I saw Mr. MacGregor, who I was very familiar with. There were a few teachers I didn’t know. They must tutor the younger grades. Oh, by the way, I’m a Senior. Did I mention that?”
Wheeler gave a garbled response as his tongue worked deeper into Ricky’s boy-gina. Ricky’s head fell back on his rounded shoulders, absently looking up at the ceiling and reflecting on the day gone by.
“All these faculty members were either sittin’ or standin’ there gawking at me like I was some kind of oddity. I gotta admit, Doc, it made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I mean, like, I kinda had the idea of what’s up, and was already feelin’ jazzed about it. But when six pairs of eyes are fixed on you it kinda weirds you out. You know what I’m sayin’?” Wheeler grunted something into Ricky’s open pussy which the boy took for confirmation.
“Coach, he was just relaxed back in his chair with his thick arms crossed over his brawny chest and his big sneakered feet up on the tables edge crossed at the ankles. Heard a rumor you can tell a fella’s cock size by his feet. And in Coach’s case it’s true. He’s got big feet and big meat. Me, I’m a size nine-and-a-half and my dick’s a little over seven. Guess it don’t work in everybody’s case. Anyways---yeah, I know, I’m wandering---Coach is the one to break the silence. Tells me all the teachers been hearing about my pussy and they want to see it.
“I’m not all that surprised so I don’t act all shocked or something. It’s pretty much common knowledge. Those who rib me about it get a fist to the face and they learn pretty quick that I’m no pussy. Dad, he’s the one told me I had his permission to belt anybody who gave me shit about my---birth defect, they call it. And, look at me Doc, I’m a muscled-up sports jock. Okay, so my guns aren’t exactly competition size, Not yet, anyways. But I’m workin’ on it. Doc C says the more cum I eat, the bigger they’ll get.” Wheeler gasped, nearly swallowed his dentures, but resumed eating out the teen’s delicious pussy.
“Being the team player I am, I figure why not and I bounce up onto the head of the table. It’s one long stretch of wood. There’s three of them along one side, two on the other and Coach is down at the other end. I’m feeling kind of sluttish, like a stripper at a titty club, so I start to takin’ off my clothes dancing to the beat in my head. I toe out of my athletic shoes, do the same with my no-shows, lift off my polo shirt and wriggle out of both jeans and briefs. Knowing all eyes are on my nude teen body I’ve already gotten half hard. Lookin’ straight down the line at Coach I see the cheesin’ grin on his handsome mug. And I’m pretty sure MacGregor is boning up. The others are really gawking at me. Did I mention it was only guy teachers there? Not Mrs. Poston or Ms. Harrell or any of those ladies. Just the men. I think I might have been uncomfortable if they had been present. In front of men I’m okay. They’ve got what I need.
“Mr. Edgebrook, he was my World History I teacher a few years back, his sexy brown eyes are beginning to water. I would guess he’s only in his thirties. Got married last summer when school was out of session. Not a bad looking type at all. I know he runs track and plays on the faculty b-ball team. Tall guy with a close-cropped beard and ‘stache. His dark hair with a natural wave is sorta longish. He parts it low on one side and it sweeps across his forehead to the other. Always brushing it back with his hand, otherwise I think it might fall down to his chin. Well, maybe not that far. Who cares? I liked him when I was in his class. I think I like him even better right now.
“Easily, I choose him to show my package first. I squat down right in front of him like I’ve seen those slut dancers do, my feet pretty close together. I shoot my knees out to each side, lift my cock and balls and give him a peek. Edge’s big, brown eyes grow even larger when he sees my pussy. I lean back, propping myself up with both hands behind me and thrust my puss out toward him. Edge goes right for it. He reaches out with one hand and feels up my pussy. He’s got long fingers and their touch is awesome. It’s an extra turn-on for me to see he’s a leftie; his gold wedding band is sparkling as he diddles with my boy-twat. The others are asking him how it feels and he tells them it’s just like real pussy. In my deep jock voice I tell him of course it does, it is a real pussy. I mean, it’s not like I went out and bought it someplace. Duh!
“Coach invites him to taste it. I turn my head to look his way and give him a ‘gee, thanks, Coach’ look. What does he think, he’s my pimp or somethin’? Well, turns out Edge doesn’t need any prompting. As he leans in and grasps me by the hips to drag me closer I thrust my pussy out toward him and his whiskered mouth is on me. Edge sure knows how to eat a twat. Guess he’s had lots of experience with his girlfriend, now wife. Or, maybe not. Perhaps he’s been deprived that pleasure and is making up for lost time. All’s I know is he rated up there with the best munchers I’ve had. My dick shoots up like a rocket in no time and my clit is tingling. Edge doesn’t neglect that part, either. He latches onto it and chews on it like it’sa delicacy. Cripes, I feel sure I’m gonna start shootin’ him a mouthful. Good thing he moves off it and goes back to deep tonguing my puss. He’s a noisy, sloppy muncher. But all those wet sounds are making the rest of the guys excited. I happen to glance over to Coach and see he is still lounging back there with feet on table, but now his hard cock is out of his sweats and he’s casually stroking. I imagine under the table most of the others were doing the same.
“Next to him, Mr. Canook, Algebra I, a totally baldie at nearabout the early forties, little guy but strong-bodied and wearing specs, slaps Edge on his bicep and tells him not to hog the pussy, that he’s had enough. Edge backs off, wipes the back of his hand across his wet mouth and ‘stache, and tells me he’ll be back for more. I sidle over to the next spot, plant my ass at the edge of the table and lean all the way back on my elbows as I raise my athletic legs and spread open for an Algebra lesson. Actually, I was never much good at math, either. But it is high time for me to get some tutoring.
“Canook eats pussy like a starved man. He’s a loud, sloppy cunt muncher. He gets all up in there, growling and working my puss from all angles. Before long his glasses are all steamed up. I’m thinking wouldn’t it be cool if he got me to shoot from my pussy and drench his lenses. I can do that, Doc. Dr. C is kind of amazed that I can shoot from both cock and pussy. Matter of fact, Dr. C thinks everything about me is a marvel. If you keep at it long enough you’re gonna find out firsthand.
“I’m thinkin’ Canook can probably go on eating my pussy the rest of the period but time is short after all and there’s three other teachers hungry for a taste of me. I scoot over to Coach, at the head of the table, and he takes over where the other two left off. I’m into it when Coach eat me out. I mean, I’m into it all the time but especially when it’s Coach. He looks kinda like a live action version of the Fred Flintstone character, all blocky bodied with that hair that always seems to be sticking up. Coach dives right in, his lips wrapping around my clit and sucking on it while he finger-fucks my cunt. He knows how that drives me crazy. I’m skittering around on that table top like bacon dropped into hot grease.
“Only a few hours before I was in Coach’s office down between his legs behind the desk in his office sucking his dick. It’s been going on a few weeks now. Dad went out and bought a new car, so he gave me his old one and I’ve been driving myself to school every morning. I get there long before the buses arrive with the rest of the students. Coach gets there early, too, and I give him a wake up blow job. Don’t get me wrong, Doc. It’s not like I’m really into sucking cock. At least, I don’t think I am. But I need that cum to make me big and strong. The way Coach shoots I should be a muscle contender in no time.
“Doc, for an old dude you’re pretty good at eating pussy. Don’t you think maybe you should come up and take a breath? No? Alright, then. I’m sure not gonna stop you. So, MacGregor is seated to Coach’s left and I fight my way away from Coach. I mean, really, I had to fight. Coach grabs onto my hips like he don’t want to let me go. Greedy bastard. He’s got a wife at home he can munch on. Poor MacGregor, he’s a widower. Bein’ in his 50s and all, he probably doesn’t have all that many opps. Finally I plant my bare foot dead center on his forehead, force him back and slide real quick-like over to Mac. Mac smacks his lips and he’s ready to go.
“About this time I realize that every one of them are jerking themselves off under the table. Not that I can see ‘em all, but I know why they’re slouched down and their arms are moving. I’m not that stupid. Getting eaten out is one thing. And, don’t get me wrong, I like it. I like it a lot. But the best training for my pussy is when there’s a dick inside it. Too bad there’s two more at the table who haven’t had themselves a taste yet or I’d get right to some fucking. And I ain’t gonna let Coach go first. He gets it all the time anyhow.
“Mac hasn’t had as much time as the others, so far, but I’m antsy and want to get to some fucking. Or sucking. Or both. I pull my puss away from his mouth and move on down the line to Mr. Ahmed. He’s the Shop teacher. Big, solid Indian guy. Or is he Arab? Or Turkish? To tell the truth I’m not really sure. They all look the same to me. All’s I know is he’s dark skinned with a trim goatee and eyes that sparkle like diamonds. He’s solidly built and his shirts and trousers always look like they’re gonna split at the seams at any minute. Not because they’re too small, just because he’s real husky.
“Ahmed looks up at me the whole time he’s eating my pussy. Not only does he eat my snatch, Ahmed also wraps his brown hand around my hard dick and jerks me while he’s eating. None of the others had done that. Normally, when he takes me into his office during class time, he sucks my joint a little too. I can understand if he doesn’t do that here in front of the other faculty members. But I’ll bet ya he wants to.
“After Ahmed I spread myself for the last of the assembled group. I don’t know him too well. He’s a substitute teacher for the lower grades. He’s real good looking. In a movie star sort of way. I know all the girls go crazy for him, probably creaming their little panties whenever he subs. He’s got real pale blue eyes and short curly blondish hair. He kisses the insides of my spread thighs, looking at me the whole while like Ahmed, before getting down to sampling my pussy. I can tell right away that he likes it. But, who doesn’t? He licks nice and slow, sensuous-like, if you know what I mean. It’s not as if I’m not really into it. But I want to get fucked so bad by now. My puss needs it!
“I can see, like the others, his dick is out of his trousers. And a pretty nice one it appears to be. About seven to eight smooth inches, I would estimate. There’s a drop of fluid glistening atop the handsome head. Fuck, I can’t take it no more. My pussy is on fire. It needs dick. I slide down off the table into his lap. He takes hold of me under the haunches as I straddle his meat. Damn, I’m desperate to have it inside me!
“I reach down between my legs to guide it to my hungry pussy, then slide it up into me. Damn, it’s like running a knife through soft butter. His icy blue eyes glaze over with a fierce desire as I grind my puss around on his lightly hairy groin. He’s staring at me intently, challenging me. And as a sporty boy, I’m always up for a challenge. I begin to ride his cock, taking it full length. His eyelids flutter when I bottom out. He’s holding me by the waist now and my gaze shifts to his prominent Adam’s apple. For some reason I want to put my lips upon it and suck. But I resist the urge. That would be too gay. Don’t you think so, Doc?
“Hey, Doc. You do know that’s my asshole you’re sucking now, don’t you? Maybe you should straighten up your glasses. There ya go. Now you’re back on my puss. I mean, you can eat my ass if you want. Some guys seem to like it. Especially when it’s framed in my jock strap, all sweaty and funky after a sports event.
“Where was I? Oh, yeah. The substitute. Sorry, I don’t remember his name. Actually, don’t think I ever even knew it. But I’d remember him anywhere. Far as guys go, he was kind of sexy. I ride him for a while, but the others teachers are getting antsy. It’s not like they’re just sitting around, watching and jerking off. They are giving critiques, using the kind of language I never thought I’d hear coming from a teacher’s lips. Every one of ‘em has a potty mouth.
“I could post on this dude’s dick all day, but figure I better let some of the others sample my special gift. When I hoist myself up off Sub his dick snaps back against his flat belly with a loud slap. He takes to jerking it while I flip over on all fours and crawl across the table to Edge. He looks really happy to see me. I get down on my back with my pussy at the edge of the table and lift those jock thighs of mine. Edge wastes no time getting up from his seat and slipping his dick into my pussy. He flips his tie over his shoulder, grabs me by my tight waist and starts fucking me. Edge has a pretty nice dick, too. Maybe it’s a pre---prereq---whatever, maybe it’s a requirement to be a teacher. His curves a little to the left, but it sure feels good. He uses the whole thing, too, from cockhead to root. And he’s got a good pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. My puss is really likin’ this fuck. I know Doc Cavanaugh is gonna be real proud of me when he hears of my academic achievements.
“I’m thinkin’ that my grade point average---whatever that is---is gonna increase after this fuck session. Heck, not only is it gonna be good for my pussy but my academic standing as well. Maybe I will be able to get me a scholarship to one of those colleges with outstanding football teams after all. ‘Cos up to this point things haven’t been looking too good, far as Mr. Richfield, the Guidance Counselor, has told me.
“But the clock is ticking and I’ve got four other cocks in this room to sample my boypussy. I’m pretty sure Edge’ll want to do me pretty regular after today. And I sure as shit won’t mind. I kinda like the way his dark hair flops over his face with the force of his fucking and the way he throws it back. I’m thinkin’ that maybe married guys do it best. I mean, like, they can’t be queer if they’re married up, can they Doc? Like me. I’m just a dumb young jock with a pussy that needs daily maintenance. And there’s only one way to do that. But I gotta admit lately I been wondering. Maybe I am just a little bit gay. Just a teeny, tiny bit. Say, I know what goes on between a doctor and his patient is confidential. Least wise, that’s what Dr. C says. So don’t tell anybody. Okay, Doc?”
Harrrummmppphhh, or something similar to it, came from Wheeler’s pussy-stuffed mouth.
“I then do a sorta back-flip, legs over head, and criss-cross the table top over to MacGregor, who’s sittin’ next to Coach at the far corner. Gotta admit I’ve sorta got a thing for big Mac, bein’ he’s a lonely widower and all. Maybe it’s got somethin’ to do with his thick eight inch cock. Whatever, I slip mostly off the table, supporting myself on the edge by the palms of my hands, sort of in tricep push-up position and work his pleaser into my puss. Once-grouchy Mac’s been a much happier guy since I started doin’ him. I guess if my pussy needs all the trainin’ Doc C says it does, the dick must require just as much to keep a man in good spirits. Must be, ‘cos it works for Mac.
“Before long the back of my arms are screamin’ and my tri’s are bulging from their burden. My hard dick is dancing around on my groin. It sure would be nice if Mac gave me a handjob, but his paws are locked behind the back of his head as he lounges there letting me do all the work. Not that I mind. It’s cock I need, so it’s cock I take. Branson, a coach even in this, is egging Mac on, askin’ him how good my puss feels, as if he doesn’t already know. I slide down the full length of his meat and, without pause, raise myself up again. Over and over. I can tell the tension is rapidly building in Mac. Heck, it is in me, too. But I don’t want him to cum yet. Not until I’ve sampled all these teachers.
“To Mac’s disappointment I lift my body back onto the table top and cross back to the other side, where Canook awaits. He’s all ready for me, his trousers down to his knees, white dress shirt halfway undone and his cock throbbing. Of all people, Algebra teacher Canook knows how lousy I am with numbers but I have no trouble sizing him up at a hefty seven-and-a-half. Interestingly, his groin is as bald as his head. Canook manscapes. Giving my jock arm muscles a rest I prop my puss at the edge of the table, lay back and let Canook do all the work this time. He grabs me by the hips, drags me closer and shoves into me with one hard thrust. What ensues is an all-out, almost-brutal slamming of my boy-cunt. Now, don’t get me wrong, Doc. I’m a tough teen and I can take it. I guess you would call it a rabbit fuck. Now, I’ve never actually seen rabbits fuck but that’s the way I’m told they do it, furiously fast and short jabs. Well, anyways, that’s the way Canook fucks. My pussy kinda like it. Its makin’ my chubby toes curl. Canook’s face is all red, his cheeks are puffing out, glasses are crooked on his face and it looks likes he’s spit-foaming from the corners of his mouth. Kinda reminds me of that rabid hound dog Grandpa had to shoot out at his farm up north when I was a kid.
“If ‘Nook keeps up like this he’s gonna cum and, once more, I’m a boy who likes to make a good thing last, so’s I manage, with a bit of difficulty, to disengage myself from him. Like a sultry whore, I crawl on hands and knees over to Ahmed. I don’t hop into his lap or dangle my puss at the rim of the table like I did with the others. I kinda sit there, arm’s length away from him, with my legs open while I play with my pink pussy. In no time Ahmed has accepted my invitation. He stands to strip out of both trousers and boxers, hoists up onto the table and climbs aboard. I lay back, my head resting in the crook of one arm as he mounts me missionary style. His cock is almost as dark as my black buddy Damien Johnston’s. While nowhere near the size of D’s foot long monster, it’s pretty hefty. And chunky, too.
“Planting his arms to either side of me, the shirt sleeves rolled up to elbow revealing his hefty, hairy forearms, Ahmed’s heavy-lidded, sultry orbs are locked with mine as he sinks his meat into my pussy. I can’t help myself. My green-speckled eyes flutter up in their sockets and I sluttishly sigh as his ethnic cock begins to thrust in and out. Ahmed has some great moves and he’s using them all on me. I can’t help but run my free hand up and down his powerful arm, up under his shirt and over his heaving chest. His warm breath washes over my face as he asks in a slightly-accented gruff baritone voice if I like his cock. He is dissatisfied when I say that my pussy loves it and wants to know if I, Ricky love it, too. I allow that I do.
“Suddenly he gathers me up in his strong arms and quickly flips us around so that he is the one on his back and I am atop. His big, dark hands run along my screaming thighs as I ride him for all I’m worth, sitting completely down on the large meat, rising and then falling again. Ahmed always gives my pussy a good work out. When his fist wraps around my throbbing dick I am sure I will burst.
“But then there are hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward so that I have to splay my hands atop the table to prevent myself from falling totally on Ahmed’s body. There is a jolt of pain as another cock is rudely shoved up my asshole. Collecting myself, I look over my shoulder and into the beaming face of Coach Branson. I should have known. Coach likes fucking my ass just as much as my pussy. As he pounds my rectum he captures the lobe of my left ear between his teeth and whispers all sorts of dirty things to me. Coach is sinking to the farthest depths of my colon while Ahmed is slamming up into my pussy. I swear, Doc, it feels as if both cocks are as one inside me, with a thin wall of tissue separating them. I’m not gonna lie: I’m fucking delirious with lust. With one cock hammering my prostate, the other torturing my clit, I cum like I doubt I ever have before. I’m ashamed to say I cried out like a little girl as the jizz shot out of me. Not just from my dick, but my pussy, too. These two showed me no mercy. They just fucked me even harder. They thought they were going to double drench me. But they had another thing coming.
“Using every wrestling move I had ever learned I managed to disengage myself from these two he-men. The time had come to feed me. So that my body would grow more muscular, as Dr, C promised it would. Skittering off the table, I hunkered down on my knees on the floor and told---no, ordered then---to feed me. I swear, you never saw a group jump out of their chairs and advance so quickly. Every cock was hard; every man was near the point and stroking. Canook came first. Before the first burst I wrapped my lips around the rim of the cockhead. His first blast hit the back of my mouth with such power I thought it might disengage us. His second was almost as strong. I took more of him into my mouth, lapping at it with my tongue as he continued to nourish me. I chugged his load down my throat, feeling it slither through my esophagus.
“’Nook hadn’t quite finished when Mac started his manly moaning. I disengaged myself from the Algebra lesson and turned to English Lit, already anticipating the mouthful I would receive. Mac failed to disappoint, creaming me with his hefty man-load. Then Ahmed, the taste of my pussy fresh on his dick, crudely shoved his dick in alongside Mac’s still bursting member, and let his muscle-builders fly. Ahmed’s cum, although not unpleasant, was tangier than the others.
“The sexy Substitute pushed the others aside so as to feed me, quickly followed by handsome Edge. I reveled in all the healthy cum coating my mouth and filling my belly. I swear, Doc, I could already feel my muscles growing!
“Last, but never least, was Coach Branson. Not satisfied to simply unload, Coach took me by the ears and fucked my face until he spewed his semen. I choked, I sputtered, but somehow managed to swallow it all. I swear I thought cum must be oozing out of my nostrils, ears and every other orifice. Still I sucked his cock until I was sure I had received every last drop. When it was over, like a true athlete, I threw back my head, hammered my chest with my hands and let out a roar of victory.
“Just then the bell went off signaling change of class periods. The teachers scrambled to dress themselves before the next faculty group arrived. Branson tossed me my clothing and urged me to hurry. Cripes, I knew I looked a cummy less. But at least I now had lunch period to spend in the john cleaning up. Unless one of my buddies was there who wanted a fuck or suck.
“So that’s how it went yesterday, Doc. D-do you think I got enough cum in me to do any good? I mean, jeez, if that didn’t do it I don’t know what will. Doc C says it has a, um, cumulative effect. That I won’t see it at first. It might take weeks or months. What do you think?
Wheeler’s bespectacled eyes were ablaze when he tore his face away from Ricky’s well-eaten pussy. Instead of a kindly old doctor, he looked more like a mad scientist. With a guttural bellow he tore off his lab coat and his straining cock burst from his trousers. Ricky was impressed. Everything else about the geezer was wrinkled and droopy but his manhood was strong and proud. Sparing a simple how-do-you-do he thrust his granddad dick into Ricky’s wet cunt and began frantically pounding him. The sex-crazed doctor groaned and grunted each time he completely skewered the wanton teen. Ricky was a tad frightful of the reactions of the old fart. Whereas he had been fucked by many, he never experienced one who reacted quite the way Dr. Wheeler was. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, his toupee had gone askew and his eyes were literally rolling around in their sockets. He was a man possessed! Ricky wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if his head did a 360 turn on his shoulders.
Wheeler hadn’t had pussy in more years than he could remember. Old Mrs. Wheeler had given up that privilege long ago. In his practice he sure had seen enough of them, but never indulged in his fantasies. He was a trusted professional, after all. But the stories this unassuming kid had just told him had driven him to the breaking point. What was one more cock to Ricky Cumson anyway? Now he knew firsthand why all those teachers wanted to fuck the boy. His pussy was divine!
The good doctor thrust his desperate dick into the teen again and again at breakneck speed. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest and was somehow aware that he was perspiring profusely. But that all didn’t matter. After the torrid tale he’d been told he just had to get off. His cock roared through that soft, velvetine pussy . Wheeler wasn’t much of a religious man, but if there was a heaven it was right here between this young man’s thighs. Pleasure washed over the doctor with each full thrust of his straining cock until hie could bear it no longer. With a guttural bellow sure to alert his staff he came, seeding young Ricky’s pussy with his septuagenarian cum.
Ricky observed with some confusion as Wheeler froze, wheezed and suddenly dropped to the floor. Rising to a seated position at the edge of the examination table he looked down at the doctor, who was sprawled face up below him. “Doc? Hey, Doc, are you alright?” There was no response. Ricky slid off the table and crouched down next to Wheeler. Placing a hand on the prone man’s shoulder he shook him. “Hey, Doc, you’re scarin’ me. Did you fall asleep or sumthin’?” But Wheeler’s eyes and mouth were wide open. As realization struck him, Ricky fell back and gasped, “Holy shit! He’s had a heart attack!” He reached out again, took hold of the old man’s wrist but found no pulse.
Dr. Wheeler had died with a hard-on.
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