Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 22:06:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com
Subject: Mr. Edwards Chapter Eight

This story is a personal fantasy.  This is pure fiction and is not intended
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Thanks for everyone who has sent me emails, pixs, suggestions, but special
thanks to David from Chicago (I hope you see the parts written for you,
buddy); John (whose actual experience of wearing a cock ring while teaching
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Fuck.  It's Monday morning and I'm sitting in my car in the school parking
lot, earlier than I expected to be there.  My head aches. My hands feel
unsteady.  My stomach is a tight ball.  I couldn't even drink any coffee
this morning.  What in fuck am I doing with my life?  On one hand, I had
experienced so much sexual delight and joy in the short time since the
"Meet the Teacher" evening, but since leaving the orgy at Caroline's house
Saturday, things hadn't continued in that vein.

Barbara hadn't said a word to me on the way home.  She seemed to be pulled
over as far as she could get from me against the passenger door, looking
outside.  At home we remained silent.  I went to the kitchen to get some
water to drink.  Barbara went to the bedroom.  When she didn't return, I
went in to check. Her clothes were strewn about on the floor, which wasn't
like her.  She was in bed, her back to the door, curled up under the
covers.

"You OK?" I asked.

No response.  "Fuck you," I thought and went out to the living room to
watch some television.  Before I knew it, I fell asleep.  Early evening, I
woke up.  I fixed myself a bite to eat but Barbara never emerged.  Around
ten, I went to bed, stripping off my clothes and crawling into bed naked.
Her breathing indicated she was asleep or maybe she was faking it well.  I
didn't know.  I didn't care, really.  Despite my earlier nap, I quickly
fell asleep.

I woke up late and Barbara was gone.  I showered, shaved and went out into
the living room.  She was on the sofa, curled up under an afghan.  I had a
bowl of cereal, read the Sunday paper, and she never moved.  I felt shut
out; anger, even rage built in me.  So I changed into some shorts and went
for a jog and walk.  When I got back, she wasn't on the sofa.  The dirty
dishes by the sink showed she'd eaten while I was out.  I went to the
bedroom door and she was back in bed.  Guilt flooded over me.  I occupied
the rest of the day preparing for class, doing bills, anything to distract
me from the wreck I sensed my marriage had become.  Around dinner time, I
made a snack but she never came out.  I didn't take anything to her.  I
finally cleaned the kitchen and tried to melt into TV.

About eight, the phone rang.  The jangle of the phone was like a thunder
clap in the apartment.  I answered it, glad to have some kind of human
communication.  It was his voice, soft, vibrant, seductive, arousing.

"How are things going, Mr. Edwards?" he asked.

I spoke softly wanting to keep the conversation private.  My upset and
anxiety was evident, not only in what I said, but in the quavering that I
couldn't keep out of my voice.

"Mr. Edwards, sweetie, baby.  It's OK.  She's just having virgin remorse."

"But, I feel so fucking guilty..."

"Mr. Edwards.  Knock it off.  She fucking loved it."

"But she was drugged..." I protested.

"Hell, man, drugs can only do so much.  She was into the sex, man.  You saw
it.  Her inhibitions were lowered but what was underneath that veneer of
propriety was all her." When I didn't sound convinced, he ordered me to
take the phone to her.  Reluctantly, I went to the bedroom, shook Barbara's
shoulder and handed her the phone without any explanation.  She rolled onto
her side, her back to me.  I didn't know whether to stay or go.  Then I
heard her utter a soft affirmative sound so I sat on the edge of the bed,
my back to her.  Several times, she murmured softly, affirming something
that Caroline's father was saying to her.  I had my head in my hands,
listening when I felt a slight movement and looked back over my shoulders.
Fuck!  She was frigging herself.  I could tell even though her back was
still toward me.  I swung my legs up on the bed and rested against the
headboard.  Barbara turned and lay on her back, the movement of the blanket
over her groin clearly revealing that she was, indeed, masturbating.  Her
breath was quickening.  She suddenly held out the phone to me.

"He wants to talk to you," she said in a voice low with lust and then
abruptly drew back the bedding from her side of the bed, bunching it
between us.  Both hands went to her cunt, one hand rubbing her clit, the
other fingering inside her cunt.

"Mr. Edwards?"

"Yes," I gulped, my eyes riveted on Barbara's body and the self-loving she
was giving herself.

"Is she finger fucking herself?"

"Yes."

"So you can see her do it?"

"Yes."  What the fuck had he said to her that got her to do this?

"Take the phone with you and go down there and eat her cunt.  Let me hear
you eat out her cunt," he said as a gentle order.  Naturally, I did it.
Barbara really got vocal as he commented in my ear about what he was
hearing.  After a bit, he said, "Fuck her!"  I was back into a sexual
frenzy and I dropped the phone by her side, got out my cock out by dropping
my pants down to mid-thigh, and pressed my cock into her cunt.  She barely
stopped playing with herself to let me enter her.  My cock was sore but
even that fed my arousal. I loved the warmth and tightness of her cunt on
my prick.  I fucked her hard and yelled obscenities so Caroline's father
could hear me and Barbara, on her own, was making wild, animal sounds.  It
wasn't long until I shot my load of cum deep inside her.  She continued to
grind her cunt against me and then she, too, had a massive cum.  I
collapsed on top of her.  As we both regained our breath, I heard the thin,
tinny sound of his voice coming from the phone, yelling to get our
attention.

I picked up the phone, my cock still in her cunt.  "You enjoy, baby?"  he
asked.

I grunted out an affirmative answer.

"Cool.  Tomorrow, I want you to meet Hank at school early." This random,
unconnected demand caught me completely off guard.  "Six thirty," he
announced.  When I tried to ask why, he merely said, "Do it, baby.  For me.
OK?  And no underwear, you hear?"  I agreed.  "Now let me talk to that
whore of a cunt you've got for a wife."  I handed the phone to Barbara.
She giggled at something he said so I pulled out of her, and went to the
bathroom to wipe myself clean.  Fuck, my cock was really tender now.  She
was on her side again, her back to me.  So while she continued to respond
verbally to Caroline's father, I went to the kitchen and got myself a cold
beer.  When I finished I went back to the bedroom.  The phone was beside
her and she was breathing as if asleep.  I returned the phone to the
charger and set the alarm for an hour earlier than usual, then crawled,
naked, into bed.  I didn't bother to spoon her.  I lay, my back to her and
sleep quickly overtook me.

The alarm woke me and I hurriedly got ready to work and drove off but my
mood was grim. Maybe I was suffering virgin remorse.  Miscalculating the
traffic, I got to the school 15 minutes early. So here I was at the school,
waiting for Hank.  All my anxieties and worries were back.  What the fuck
was happening to me?  Six thirty came and went.  I rested my forehead on
the steering wheel.  Fuck, I was so tired.  My startle response caused to
me jump violently when Hank rapped loudly on the passenger window.  I
fumbled to unlock the door.  Hank put something on the ground before
opening the door and sitting in the seat.  He had a wide grin on his on
weathered face.

"Fuck, man," he said with a laugh.  "You look like you had a rough
weekend."  He was fishing in his right pocket for something.  Then he
extended his hand to me and opened his hand.  On his palm was a circle of
metal.  I knew it was a cock ring.  "Caroline's daddy sent this for you to
wear today," he said with smirk.  I reached out and rubbed the ring with my
hand, feeling Hank's callous hand on the side of my hand.

"All day?  I thought you weren't supposed to wear cock rings for long
periods of time."

Hank shrugged, "All I know is what I told you, kid."

I held the cock ring in my right palm, running the fingers of my left hand
over its surface.

"Well, put it on," Hank said.

I looked up at him.  "Now?"  I asked.



Another grin crossed his face.  "Yeah, that's what he said.  I'm to watch
you put it on."

Our eyes locked.  I felt my breath tighten a bit.  I reached down and
unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out which was semi flaccid.  Hank
reached over and pulled on my belt.  I could sense some lust in his voice,
as he said quietly, "Let's have a good look, kid."  I slid the cock ring
onto my index finger, took my belt end from Hand, unhooked it and the
button above my fly and pulled my pants open showing him my cock and balls.
I struggle to open the cock ring.

"Fuck," Hank sighed softly.  "I may be turning queer.  That's a pretty
fucking hot cock you've got there."  He moved closer to me and I could hear
his deep breaths.  I managed to get the cock ring about my cock and balls
and clicked shut.  My cock, already throbbing from overuse, engorged.
Hank's rough finger ran down the side of the cock ring, then up over my
balls, and up the shaft of my cock.

I was leaning back against the seat of the car, watching his hand doing its
exploring.  I turned my head to him.

"Kiss me, Hank."  Our eyes locked again.

"Come on, Hank," I said, almost pleading.  "Kiss me...give me a faggot
kiss."  He grabbed the shaft of my cock tightly as he crushed my mouth with
his.  Our tongues intertwined, first in his mouth, then in mine.  He pulled
back from the savage kiss, jerking my cock hard which both hurt and yet
felt so fucking good.

"We're got to get busy," he said suddenly moving to get out of the car.
"Get that dick of yours into your pants.  Let's go."

I hastily pulled my pants over my cock, zipped up and fixed my belt and got
out and went to meet Hank on his side of the car.  There was 2 foot box and
small apparatus with a cord.  Hank smiled at my bewildered look.  "It's an
inflatable air mattress and pump," he explained.  "For the closet.  I came
over yesterday and did some measurements and it's going to fit.  Grab the
box," he said as he headed with the pump in his hand toward the school
building where I taught.  I hurried to catch up with him, all of my
questions staying unspoken.

We went directly to the closet and Hank unlocked it quickly, knowing
somehow which of the myriad keys on his ring worked on the closet door.
Inside, he had me take the mattress out of the box while he hooked up the
pump.  Shit, the noise clearly would be audible outside the closet and as
the mattress inflated, we had to quickly move cans of cleaning chemicals
and paint to make room for it.  Finally, after what seemed like an
eternity, the mattress was fully inflated and on the floor.  But, clearly,
it wouldn't allow the door to fully open.

Hank didn't seem to care when I pointed out this fact, apparently seeing it
as a mere minor inconvenience.  He tried the door to show me how far it
would open and we heard the clicking of some high heels coming down the
hall from the building's entrance.  He quickly shut the door.

"Fuck," he whispered.  "We got that fucking pump shut off just in time."
He flopped down on it.  "Nice.  It's just a twin size, but that's all we
need."  He beckoned me with a finger.  I knelt beside the mattress and he
pulled my face to his.  "Kiss me, faggot," he said in a husky whisper.

"I thought you liked little kids, Mr. Pedo," I said pulling back against
his hand which was trying to bring my lips to his.

"I'm broadening my interests, kid."  Our mouths met and our tongues
explored.  He pulled back.  "Besides, there ain't any kids here right now."
We both laughed before we kissed again and I felt my cock rising.  Despite
its soreness, my cock was getting full.  I pulled down the zipper and
pulled it out as we kissed.  This time I pulled back.

"Suck me, old man," I said.  I whipped my cock up and down and it got even
harder.  Hank rolled on his side and complied, his lips slipping over the
head of my cock.  I felt his mouth and the side of my cock with the fingers
of both hands. I groaned my appreciation.  Hank slipped his mouth off my
prick and shushed me, but immediately returned to my cock.  I looked down
on his gray, thin hair and thought, "Fuck, he's old enough to be my
father," but it didn't bother me.  In fact, I started moving my hips to
fuck his face and moved my hands up to hold his face steady.  I heard him
more than saw him unbutton his work coveralls and start pumping on his own
cock.  I was aware that he, too, was without underwear.  I smiled as I
realized that Caroline's father probably had determined that.

Then, without reason, I suddenly remembered how I had been turned on by
men's asses on Saturday.  I decided to act on that impulse.

"Hank, pull your pants down."  He reared up on an elbow with a question on
his face. "Please, Hank, I want to suck your ass."  His face broke into a
wide smile.  He awkwardly moved to his knees and pulled down his coveralls
down.  He then turned and knelt on his elbows, moving his ass upward, bare
and open to me.  God, he did have a nice ass, with a line of mostly gray
hair growing up from his balls.  It shadowed the crack of his ass. I pulled
his cheeks apart and a mat of gray, white and black hair curled around the
pink ring of his asshole.  What an erotic sight!  Just enough hair to be
manly without looking like a gorilla.  Hank had a fucking gorgeous ass!  I
now knelt and brought my face to his ass.  Fuck, it smelled so good, funky
and hot.  I eagerly extended my tongue and slathered a flat lick along his
crack, feeling the wrinkles of his anus as my tongue moved across it.  I
repeated the licking and finally tried to insert the very tip of my tongue
into his asshole.  A spark of acid spread across my tongue with just a hint
of the taste of shit.  My cock throbbed with the sexual pleasure the taste
brought to me.  I continued probing his ass with my tongue and, despite
himself, Hank utter low groans of pleasure, pushing his ass back into my
mouth.  I moved so I was right behind him and pressed the head of my hard
cock against his hole.

Hank pulled away, looking over his shoulder.  "Hey, man..."

I had to laugh.  "Don't worry, old man, I won't rape you...today."  I
leaned over him, pressing my front against his curved back.  "But one of
these days, you pervert, I'm going to fuck your ass."

He looked back at me with a slight smile at the corner of his lips.  "You
and who else, faggot?"

"Maybe a gang of Mexicans, Hank."  He gave me a look trying to decide if I
was serious.  "But that would mean I'd have to share your ass and I'm not
sure I want to share.  Come on, suck me, man, thank me for not raping your
ass."  Hank obliged me and turning, sprawling on his stomach so he could
suck my cock as I knelt on the air mattress.  I could have let him bring me
to a climax, but I felt that I should save my load.  So reluctantly, I
pulled my cock back, out of his mouth.  He smiled and wiped the drool from
his chin.

"Mr. Edwards, you are so nice and hard."  He pulled on my cock with his
work-hardened hand.  "During art period, OK?"

I knew without asking he was referring to bringing Caroline to the closet.
"OK." I said.

Without saying anything, we mutually pulled back our lust and buttoned and
zipped our cocks inside our pants.  I awkwardly got through the partially
blocked doorway.  I had to rush to my car to retrieve the lesson plans I
had left there.  Returning to my classroom, I didn't see any sign of Hank.
My cock was feeling both abused and ready.  I glanced down and realized
that my hardon was clearly evident.  With the cock ring, I wasn't sure how
soon it would soften so I knew I'd have to start the day,
uncharacteristically, seated at my desk.

The students started coming in about ten minutes before the first bell.
Caroline, in a light blue dress came in when about half the students were
there.  She came to my desk and handed me a large envelope.

"Daddy wanted you to have some pictures," she said softly.  She smiled
sweetly, dipping her head demurely.  "I hope you like them."

My cock responded by throbbing.  "I'm sure I will, Caroline."  She bit her
lower lip in the most adorable way, and then moved to her desk.  I was
surprised to notice that Dylan was standing by his desk, staring directly
at me.  I had no idea how long he had been watching the interchange between
me and Caroline.  I returned his stare but with a slight smile, with an
invitation rather than a challenge.  Dylan instantly gave me a wide smile
and sat in his desk, but he splayed out his legs as if wanting to expose
his crotch to me.  "You, little fucker," I thought.  The bell interrupted
my thoughts and I went into my automatic teacher mode, but behind my desk,
so that my hard cock was shielded from the class. Fuck, I felt depraved
sitting there without underwear and wearing a cock ring on, my cock sore
from a weekend of fucking and sucking.  Thanks to Hank all my doubts and
uncertainties were gone.  All I was feeling was glorious sexuality.  Fuck.
Men, women, one or many, old people, little kids, who the fuck cared?  Sex
was good regardless.  My cock throbbed and felt so fucking good!

It was during the Silent Reading period, that Caroline slipped from her
desk and approached my desk.  I'd been lost in thought and was startled
when she suddenly, it seemed, appeared before my desk.

"Yes, Caroline?"  I asked quietly.

She walked around the right side of my desk and stood as close as she could
to my side, her back to the desk and the rest of the class.

"I wanted to ask you something," she whispered.

"What, baby?"  I gulped when I heard the endearment instead of her name
escape my lips.

She smiled broadly and glanced down seductively, not in any modest way.
"Do you know what I'm wearing?"

"No, sweetie."  Fuck, that slipped out as well.  I scanned the room and all
heads were down, reading...except for Dylan who was looking directly at me.
But he was sitting too far away to have heard what I had called Caroline.
I didn't know what to do with Dylan looking directly at me, so on an
impulse, I winked at him.  A smile played at the corners of his lips and he
quickly looked down at his book.  I turned my attention to Caroline and was
surprised the find that she was slowly bunching up the skirt of her dress
and hiking it up to show me her panties.  She was being subtle so as not to
attract any attention from the other students I was sure.  And then, the
panties came into view...the black lacy panties with the slit down the
front that her father had made in Mexico for her.  Fuck.  I was aware how
hard my cock had grown and how painful in a sexy way it felt.

"Ohhh, how pretty," I whispered.  "Can I..."

I was afraid to say it out loud and Caroline, with her inherent sense of
sex, nodded her head slowly in assent.  I put my right hand on my lap and
then slowly moved my hand toward her exposed crotch.  I want to make sure
if any of the kids looked up they wouldn't see my hand going directly to
her crotch.  My chest was tight and I could feel my heart beating in my
chest.  My index finger touched the bottom of the opening in the panties. I
felt the fabric coving her mound and then, the tip of my finger felt the
soft warmth of her satin smooth skin.  Fuck. With my finger I gently
outlined her cunt, fascinated with the heat I could feel.  Her breathing
became more pronounced.  Without any indication from me, she managed to
keep her skirt up and also pull the fabric of her panties aside revealing
her whole cunt to me.  I turned my hand over, and then slowly, gently
inserted my middle finger into the moist warmth of her cunt opening.  I was
finger fucking her in front the whole goddamn class.  It was so perverted;
so fucking hot.  My cock ached it was so hard.

My eye fell on the envelop she had handed me.  Awkwardly with my free left
hand, I opened the flap and shook the contents free.  Glossy black and
white photos of little cunts and adult cocks spilled onto my desk.  They
were all from the Saturday orgy.  I could recognize Manuel's cock in
Emily's cunt and Hank's cock with Caroline.  My cock throbbed.  My finger
pushed in and out of Caroline's open cunt.  Fuck, looking at pedo porn
while I finger fucked a little girl with a classroom of kids oblivious to
what I was doing sent a surge of sexual energy through me.  Caroline
glanced over and noticed what I was looking at and the lustful smile on her
lips was very erotic to see.

The bell ending the period seemed to crash around us and I pulled my hand
back and she dropped her dress. I quickly gathered up the photos and
returned them to the envelop as Caroline hurried to her desk.

The kids were slamming their books shut and putting them into their
desktops with several conversations starting up.  "OK, everyone, hurry.
You need to get down to Mrs. Gleason's art class."  I knew I should escort
them at least to the hallway, but with the boner that was poking at the
front of my pants, that was clearly not going to happen.  Caroline stood by
my desk, waiting patiently.  Dylan was heading to the door with a couple of
other of the boys when I called to him to come back.

"Yes, Mr. Edwards?" he asked, seeming to separate his words, in a manner
that seemed almost as if he were baiting me. I decided to ignore the tone
and jotted out quickly a note on blank paper.

"Dylan, could you do me a favor and give this note to Mrs. Gleason?"  I
held out the note to him which he didn't take immediately.

After a pause, he said, "Sure," and slowly reached up for the note.  "See
you later, Caroline," he said, again with a edge of challenge.  Could he be
upset or jealous? Before I could decide what to say to him, he turned and
slowly sauntered out the classroom door.  I could have cared less.  All I
wanted to do was to get Caroline to the closet.  I opened my desk drawer
and picked up the key Hank had given me.

"Come, baby," I said to Caroline.  "We don't have a lot of time."  I
grabbed her hand and we started to the door.  Then, on a whim, I pulled her
back to grab the envelop of photos.  I wanted to share them with Hank.  We
then hurried out of the room and down the hall to closet door where I
fumbled with key getting the damn door to open.  She was a bit puzzled when
the door didn't open all the way and I pushed her gently on her ass to get
her to move inside so I could sidle through the opening.  I closed the
door, slamming it harder than I meant to.  Caroline was standing on the air
mattress, bouncing a little on it.

"It feels a bit like a water bed," she observed.

"Get the fuck out of your clothes, Caroline!"  It sounded harsher than I
meant it to as I was rapidly pulling off my clothes.  She quickly began
shedding her clothes as well.  I heard the sound of the key in the door.

"It's just Hank, baby."  I said softly as she paused and looked at the
door.  And in that instant, Hank slid into the room, shutting the door
quieter than I had done.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed seeing me nearly naked, pulling my shoes and socks
off.  Caroline had gotten out of everything except the black lace panties.
"Leave those on!" he barked as she was starting to pull them down.  She
looked at me and I winked.

"Yeah, baby, leave `em on.  I want to fuck you through that slit."  She
plopped down on the air mattress and pulled the panties material aside
exposing her cunt.  Fuck, it was totally erotic, perverted and beautiful
all at once.  My cock was red and swollen and I quickly knelt and buried my
face in her crotch.

"No fucking fair," protested Hank.  He was hopping on one foot trying to
get his coverall over his work boot.  I didn't respond to him, but extended
my tongue and gloried in the sweet taste of Caroline's cunt.  Her cunt was
soft and smooth on my tongue and I savored the slight taste of pee that
entered my mouth.  She leaned back on her elbows and began mewing softly,
her eyes going out of focus.

The sharp rap on the door brought my head up in a jerk.  Hank froze; his
coveralls bunched around one ankle.  The knocking was repeated, a bit
louder, more insistent.

"Mr. Edwards?"  It was Dylan's voice.

I mouthed "Fuck!" without making any sound.  Caroline wasn't moving, her
eyes wide. Hank moved to the door and opened it a crack so that Dylan
couldn't see inside.  And probably Dylan couldn't tell that Hank's torso
was naked.

"What do you want, kid?"

"I want to talk to Mr. Edwards."

"He ain't here."

"He is too!"  Dylan's voice rose in indignation.

Hank shot me a look, but I didn't know what to say or do.

"No, he isn't, kid.  Now, go..."

"He is too! And I want to talk to him!"  His voice was even louder.

"Fuck!" Hank exclaimed and before I knew what he was doing, he had grabbed
Dylan by the shoulder and was pulling him inside the closet.  "Shut the
fuck up, kid."  As soon as Dylan was through the opening, Hank closed the
door, this time not as quietly as when he had entered the closet.  Dylan
stood there his eyes wide as he looked first at Caroline naked with only
her black panties on, me totally naked with my throbbing hardon, and Hank,
equally erect and hard, with his pants around one leg and both boots on.

We were all frozen, our breathing very audible.  Dylan seemed rooted in
place, only his eyes moving from one to the other of us, trying
desperately, but failing to keep his eyes from our genitals.  I finally
broke the silence.

"Dylan, why aren't you in art class?"  The normalcy of the question was so
at odd with the scene that, despite myself, I smiled slightly.

"I got a bathroom pass from Mrs. Gleason," he said in small voice.

"Does this look like the fucking bathroom?" asked Hank in an amused tone
standing behind him.

Dylan jumped and turned to him. "No, sir."

"So..." I asked.  Dylan turned back to me.

"I thought...I wanted to see...to play too, if..." his voice trailed off.

Hank knelt behind him and turned the boy to face him.  "So, Dylan...that's
your name, right..."  Dylan nodded, "what kind of play do you want to do?"

"This kind..." he said with a wave of his hand.  "I was hoping..."

I reached for the envelope of photos that lay by the bed and tossed it to
him.  "Like this, Dylan?  Is this what you had in mind?" I asked him.
Dylan opened the envelope and took out the photos.  His face flushed as he
looked at the photos.  Hank stepped up behind him, putting one hand on his
head, so he could see what Dylan was in Dylan's hands.  He glanced up at me
with a crooked grin and winked at me.

"You ever done this kind of play, Dylan?" Hank asked.  After a pause, Dylan
said in a horse whisper, "Sort of..."

"With who?" Hank asked as he reached out and started unbuttoning Dylan's
shirt.  Dylan looked stricken.  Hank pulled his hands back in an
exaggerated gesture of stopping. "With who, kid?  Hey,if you want to
play..." he paused deliberately.

Dylan swallowed loudly.  "My Dad plays with my sister Sophie...some times
on Saturdays when my mother works."

"And..." I asked.

Dylan looked back and forth between Hank and me.  "Some times he lets my
brother and me watch...some times."  Hank went back to undressing the boy.

"Just watch?" Hank asked.

Dylan nodded.  Again, Hank paused as he was unfastening Dylan's belt.
"Some times after he shoots his stuff on her..."

"Cunt?" asked Hank.

Dylan nodded.

"Say it, kid."

"Cunt." He had looked down before he uttered the word but once it was out
of his mouth, he looked up, somewhat proudly, a smile on his face.  "He
lets us rub his stuff around her cunt some times, but he says she's too
young to fuck," Dylan said.

"How old is she?"  Hank asked.

"Five.  She's in kindergarten."  Hank's face broke into a lecherous grin.

"You sure your daddy isn't fucking her."

"Not yet.  He says we'll all fuck her when she gets bigger. He really gets
excited when we are rubbing his stuff into her cunt and some times he gets
hard and puts more stuff on her."

Hank had the boy's clothes off except for his tight white briefs.  "You
dad's a pussy, Dylan.  He ought to be fucking her already."  Hank cupped
Dylan's crotch and rubbed his cock through the cotton material.  "You want
to fuck Caroline, kid?"

Dylan gulped and nodded his head vigorously.

"Mr. Edwards, get Caroline all wet and loose.  Little Dylan wants to lose
his cherry."  The puzzled look on Dylan's face made Hank laugh out loud
because it was apparent that the boy didn't understand the "cherry"
reference.  Hank pushed his hand into Dylan's shorts and started rubbing
his cock.  "Oh, nice cock, Dylan and it's getting nice and hard. Like mine.
Like Mr. Edwards. You like watching Mr. Edwards licked Caroline's cunt? You
like watching him sex up the little bitch?"  All Dylan could do was nodded
as I abandoned myself to sweet warmth of Caroline's cunt.  She had totally
relaxed no longer inhibited by Dylan's presence.  I was rubbing her tummy
and pinching her nipples as I lapped at her slit.  Hank took the pictures
from Dylan and tossed them on the floor. He then pulled down Dylan's briefs
to his ankles and as soon as Dylan had stepped out of them, he engulfed
Dylan's cock and balls in his mouth.  Dylan began emitting cooing sounds as
he surrendered to this man, old enough to be his grandfather. Hank was
making exaggerated sucking and slurping sounds as he sucked on the boy's
prick.

Caroline had thrusting her hips up against my mouth and while I would have
willingly continued sucking on her cunt for a long time, but I heard Hank
tell me, "OK, he's nice and hard.  Spread her cunt open for him."  He
pulled Dylan forward and holding Dylan's prick he guided it to Caroline's
cunt.  We were on opposite sides and each of us had our heads as close to
their genitals as we could get them so we could watch Dylan's little cock
stabbing and trying to find her hole to enter her.  Hank held his hips and
used his calloused hand to end Dylan's futile efforts.  Hank guided the
boy's cock into Caroline's cunt.  As soon as he entered her, Caroline
quickly pinned her legs around him.  This was all the encouragement he
needed and Dylan began pumping his hips to fuck her.

"Oh, fuck," moaned Hank.  "That's so fucking hot!"  It was a beautiful
sight, a little boy's erect penis going in and out of a willing little
cunt.  I had never been so up close to two kids fucking and my cock got
even harder.  I started wanking on my own cock and I could hear Hank doing
the same.  "Fuck her, Dylan, fuck her, fuck her!"  Hank's voice was setting
a rhythm for Dylan and I wasn't aware for awhile that I had added my voice
to Hank's, both of us urging Dylan to fuck Caroline.  It was incredibly
erotic and we both started caressing the two youngsters as they copulated.

Then abruptly, Hank pulled Dylan back and shoved him toward me.  "Fuck,
that's enough for the first time, kid.  I got to get my cock in there."  He
rubbed the head of his cock up and down Caroline's cunt.  "Tell me what you
want, you little fucking slut," he hissed at Caroline.

"Fuck me, Hank," she demanded.  "Fuck me with your cock.  Put your cock in
me."  Hank paused, holding his cock, pointing it at her cunt.  A slight
smile played on his lips.  "Say `pretty please,' he said in a soft tease.

"Pretty please, Hank, fuck my cunt."  Fuck, she was good I thought.  Her
father had her so well trained.

Dylan was fascinated by the sight of this old man pushing his cock into a
young girl's cunt.  I nibbled his ear.  When he looked up at me, I covered
his mouth with mine and pushed my tongue inside.  He quickly responded in
kind and I began to jacking his little hard cock.  I broke the kiss and
pushed his face to my hard cock.  "Open up, Dylan.  Play time.  Suck my
cock, you little fucker, come on, suck me nice."  And he did.  He quickly
created a great suction with his mouth but when, due to his inexperience,
his teeth scraped my prick, I hissed, "Watch the teeth!" and gave his face
a quick slap with the palm of my hand.  He eased off and I shoved his head
further down my shaft.  Looking to left, I now had a great view of Hank's
ass as he was fucking his cock into Caroline. Dylan was sucking on my cock
and I was totally aroused, but I felt an infusion of sexual pleasure and
longing at the renewed sight of Hank's hairy ass.  I reached out and
caressed his ass cheeks.  God, it was erotic watching his hairy ass spread
open as he pulled his cock up and out of her cunt and then contracted as he
would push back his dick back into her.  I had to lick it.  I leaned
forward, pinning Dylan's head between my legs and buried my face in Hank's
ass.  Hank froze in mid-stoke.

"What the fuck?"  I heard him ask.  "Oh, fuck, that's so fucking good!"  In
his eagerness he pushed back against my mouth and tongue and accidentally
pulled his cock out of her cunt.  "Fuck!  Wait, wait..." he used his hand
to guide his cock back into Caroline's puffy cunt but I never let up on
licking and slobbering on his ass.  All of suddenly, my balls retracted,
and I felt my load shooting up my cock.  I could hear little Dylan gagging
and coughing as my load emptied into his little warm mouth.  I kept trying
to drill my tongue into Hank's hairy asshole.  Hank froze again, and I
could tell he was shooting a lot of cum into Caroline's cunt.  As we slowly
descend from our climaxes, I lifted my head, pulled little Dylan up from my
groin and pushed his face into Hank's ass.

"Lick Hank's ass, Dylan.  Try to get the tip of your tongue into his
asshole."  Hank lay on top of Caroline who gave no indication that she had
trouble bearing his weight.  Hank chuckled and wiggled his ass back toward
Dylan's mouth. Dylan looked at me with wide eyes.

"Go ahead, Dylan," I whispered softy.  When he didn't respond, I decided to
demonstrate what I wanted.  "Watch," I said.  I leaned in and ran my tongue
over Hank's rosebud. Dylan watched, fascinated.  He looked at me again.

"But...is it dirty?"

"Nasty, kid.  Not dirty.  Hell, I've licked it clean for you.  Enjoy."
Still he hesitated.  "If you want to play, you've got to play with all of
us," I said.  "If you want to fuck Caroline..."

Dylan leaned in, his little tongue stretched out.

"Next time your dad is getting ready to shoot his cum onto your sister's
cunt, go for his ass like this, Dylan.  Will you do that?" I whispered in
his ear.

I heard a gurgle which sounded like an assent on his part as Dylan
continued to slobber on Hanks ass.  I searched out Dylan's ass and began
rubbing the tip of my middle finger over his little rosebud.  "And the next
time we play, I'll play with your ass, OK?"  Again, the little boy nodded
but never left Hank's ass.

The bell rang but the others hardly moved.  Hank continued to lie on top of
Caroline; Dylan continued to slobber on his ass.  I grabbed my clothes and
quickly dressed.  I scooped up the photos and put them back into the
envelope. "Bring the kids back to class when you're done, Hank," I softly
said as I squeezed out of the door.  The students were already streaming
back to my room and I knew several of them saw my awkward exit from the
closet, but, fuck, I didn't even care.

I taught the math lesson sitting at my desk and when they starting working
the problems I had assigned, I unzipped my pants and struggled to unclip
the cock ring.  I finally got it loose and removed it.  I had just finished
zipping up my pants when the door opened and Dylan and Caroline
entered. They looked rumpled but smug and happy. I could see Hank holding
the door, standing back so he was less visible to the rest of the class.
Both of the kids looked at me and smiled as they walked by my desk to their
places.  Hank gave me a thumbs-up sign and quietly closed the door.  I
rubbed the warm metal cock ring in my hands and looked over the classroom.
So many cocks, so many cunts.  I slipped the cock ring onto the little
finger of right hand and deposited it in the envelope with the photos.  I
was going to have such wonderful things to tell Caroline's father when he
called in the evening.

*****

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