10 comments/ 90150 views/ 44 favorites Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope By: chunkyd1 Jenny Carter drank the last of the margarita and then poured another from the pitcher. It was afternoon, she reasoned, and sipped the new drink as she studied herself in the long mirror at the end of the dining area. She was perhaps 5' 4", and was wearing three inch heels to make up for what she considered her shortness. Her shoulder length, wavy black hair, lightened by a few natural light brown streaks was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she had on a sweater and a knee length skirt. Except that she noticed the skirt was a bit higher than her knees -- still long enough, she judged, for a new teacher to wear. She was very pretty, with a small straight nose, a slightly angular face with high cheekbones and round bluish green eyes and nice, full lips that always appeared on the verge of a smile. Her long dark brown hair fell in curly waves to her shoulders when she did not have it put up or in a ponytail. Most guys would say that her lips made her look like a natural cocksucker, but none had ever said that to her. The square rimmed glasses finished the effect of the innocent schoolteacher. Jenny had been married less than two weeks, and was at the moment all alone in their house -- her husband had had to go out of town right after their honeymoon, and she didn't start work for another week. The outfit she had on now was what she was going to wear to school when she started teaching -- she was supposed to be teaching fifth grade, and could not wait to get started. The doorbell rang, and she sipped her drink again as she walked to the door, wondering who it was. The high heels seemed to make her lurch slightly, and she giggled just a bit -- she could still not believe she was really married! She opened the door, and blinked at the two men standing there. One was tall, with wide shoulders and longish brown hair just turning gray -- he was very handsome, and perhaps in his mid-fifties. The other was thirty five or so, with close shorn brown hair and piercing brown eyes that seemed to stare right through her. The older man stuck his hand out -- "I'm Dan Monroe, ma'am, and this is Steve Hillsborough," he said, smiling at her. Jenny blinked and smiled back as he told her of the church he and his friend were deacons at. She invited them in, and fixed them both a drink. She also poured another margarita. They said they liked to greet newcomers in the neighborhood, and they told enough truths that their lies were very believable. They were in fact deacons at the church they said, but they were in the church because of their wives and had no interest in the spiritual revelations which most of the people went there for. And they didn't, in fact, greet everyone who moved into the neighborhood. Deacon Monroe had seen her, and made discreet enquiries. Jenny failed to notice the way the men were staring at her -- she was rather naïve, and while she had done well at college, that only entailed a certain amount of book smarts to excel. She knew at some level that her sweater was a bit tight, and the top button left a fair amount of her bosom on display, but she did not really think of it -- she was used to dealing with gentlemen, after all. Perhaps if her breasts had been a bit smaller there wouldn't be so much flesh showing, but they really were quite large, especially on her small frame. Her firm breasts, which had already attracted the eye of both men, were at least as big as small cantaloupes and the bra and sweater she had on did little to hide her enormous but well-shaped breasts. It also tautly hugged her curvy little tummy, and the upper slopes of her breasts were pushed up and out by the sexy little half cup bra she was wearing. Jenny had at some point sat down between the two men, and was telling them all about her husband and how she had just gotten married. She noticed that they kept looking at her exposed cleavage but honestly thought nothing of it. Of course, they were also looking at her legs. She had on white hose, but the skirt kept riding up just a bit, showing off a bit more of her slim, muscular thighs than she thought was proper, but she reasoned that they were good men of the community -- and when she was sitting at school, it would be behind her desk, not next to the students. The sweater was a bit tight, though, she thought again as she was sure that Deacon Monroe was staring at the smooth upper slopes of her breasts. "So, where are you going to work?" Dan asked as she finished off another margarita. Her head was spinning pleasantly -- she really wasn't used to drinking very much -- and said in a soft voice, "I'm going to be a school teacher." "I hope it's not for high school kids," Steve said from the other side of her. She realized he was standing, and that he was refilling her glass. She saw him looking down her shirt, and for the first time realized just how much of her soft flesh was on display, especially since he was standing so close. She shivered at the intensity of his gaze he loomed over her, and she dropped her eyes from his for some reason, and found herself staring at his fat cock through his slacks. "Why not high school?" she asked, and despite herself took a sip of the still frosty drink (when had she made a new pitcher?). She forgot about him staring at her breasts, and did not realize that her skirt had ridden up her long thighs a bit more until Dan Monroe said from the other side of her, "He means he thinks the students wouldn't be able to keep their hands off you," he said smiling slightly, and patted her knee. Jenny laughed softly, and tried to pretend that she did not notice when the man's hand stayed on her knee, rubbing the silk of her stockings softly. "I -- I really don't know what you're talking about," she said, shooting looks from the older man to the younger. They were really both rather good looking, Jenny thought to herself, and forgot that Dan's hand was gently pressing and rubbing her thigh directly above her knee now. "What kind of high school did you go to?" Steve asked, reaching out and laying his hand on her forearm. She had that hand in her lap, and smiled at him slightly. "Oh, I went to an all-girl high school and college!" she said and blushed slightly as she added, "I didn't even kiss anyone but my husband before we were married!" Jenny bit her lower lip as Dan's hand continued rubbing her thigh. Steve squeezed her forearm softly, and she did not know why she had told these men something so intimate. Steve said softly, "Mrs. Carter, in public school there is a lot of -- well, uncouth behavior. What would you do if one of the young men tried to make a move on you?" "Umm, I . . . I'm not sure I know what you mean," Jenny responded breathlessly. She was staring down at Dan's hand, just now realizing that he had slipped his hand far enough up her slim thigh that the tips of his fingers were slipping slightly underneath her pleated skirt. "What would you do if one of the men tried to kiss you, Mrs. Carter," Dan Monroe said softly, and squeezed the delicious feeling thigh beneath his hand. "What would you do, if you were called to substitute a class at the high school, if a young man tried to kiss you?" His hand squeezed harder, He saw the young woman squirming slightly on the couch. She was obviously unsure of what was going on, and just as obviously rather drunk. A surge of power shot through him, and his fat dick stiffened further inside his pants. He was beginning to think this girl was a born slut! "I -- I . . ." Jenny took in a deep breath, and said softly, "I really don't think that would happen, Deacon Monroe!" He smiled at her. "Let's try an experiment, then, Mrs. Carter -- I shall kiss you, and you show me what you would do." The idea was preposterous, of course -- any sane woman would jump up and storm out now, and he would just say that he had been joking, try to smooth it over -- but that was not what happened. Deacon Monroe had enough experience to know that was sometimes just the way it was, and he had made a lot of money on that premise (more about that later). "That's -- that's insane," she gasped weekly instead of slapping him and storming away from the men. She stared at him out of wide, round eyes. He bent forward slowly, and then slowly pushed his lips to hers. Jenny was so shocked she just sat there -- she had not been lying, her husband was the only other man she had ever kissed, and now a man nearly old enough to be her father was pressing his lips to hers. This was a different feeling -- her body pulsed strongly, taking her by surprise, and she struggled to control the sharp little gasps her chest was trying to make. His lips seemed super soft and full against her trembling, wet lips, and she felt him moving his lips softly, without opening them, in a way that had her suddenly realizing her she was now holding her breath. She tried to turn her head gently away, but his mouth demanded that she stay still. She found herself gripping her drink strongly as Deacon Monroe's lips moved subtly against hers. She sat very still, and gasped with shock when she felt his tongue against her lips. He took that shock as ascent, and his tongue licked her even white teeth, and then slipped between them and into her panting mouth. Jenny sat in shocked silence, unsure what to do other than open her mouth a bit wider to the man's tongue as he began frenching her with more force. She shifted as his tongue explored her wet, hot, panting mouth with more and more intimacy, knowing that she should somehow end the kiss but not sure what she should do to do that. Instead of protesting, instead of expressing righteous indignation, Jenny's mouth opened wider and her breathing deepened as she simply let the man explore her hot wet mouth with his thick tongue. She kept trying to turn her head halfheartedly away, but his hungry mouth just kept following hers. Despite herself, she opened her mouth wider and realized she was sucking softly on his invading tongue. Then he was pulling away. Jenny blinked; her head was buzzing pleasantly, and she realized she was panting softly. "They could try to just feel you up, too," Steve said from the other side of her. She turned and frowned at him and said in a prim voice, "But, I'm -- I'm married!" She said softly, and Steve just smiled at her: "Trust me, Mrs. Carter, to a nineteen year old in high school that won't matter," he said, and then reached up slowly with his left hand. "Your big fucking tits look tremendous -- I don't know a nineteen year old who could resist trying to feel how soft these were - what would you do if a nineteen year old student were to try something like this?" Jenny looked at his hand out of wide eyes as he slowly reached upward, and then he was rubbing his fingers against the tip of her breast, right against her already slightly swollen nipple. "Uhn, uhhhhnnnnn, ohh, I really don't think a student would do something like that," she gasped softly. His fingers were still just rubbing her stiff nipple, but it was already noticeably stiffer -- it was almost the size of the tip of her thumb, poking through the bra and thin sweater the hapless newlywed was wearing. Jennie swallowed -- her hands were still clasped high up on her lap -- "Dan, please, you don't think a student would - umnnnn, oh, oooooohhhnnnnn, I mean, would -- umm, would touch me like that do you?" "High school boys can be really aggressive, Mrs. Carter," he said, his hand inching her loose, pleated skirt further up her slim thigh. Jenny nodded, and tried to ignore the fact that Steve was now grasping her nipple, pulling it out from her firm titglobe while shaking and twisting it. The trouble was, her breasts had always been more than just sensitive -- she could almost bring herself to orgasm from rubbing and pinching her stiff nipples, and that was nothing compared to what she was feeling now -- she knew she should definitely be jumping up and storming off now, but it was more than just the liquor. She was shocked that the man would even touch her like that -- she still thought he was trying to 'teach her a lesson' -- but for some reason she could not explain, she could not do more than protest in a soft voice as his fingers became more demanding, pinching her swollen, pulsing nipple harder and harder on her swelling, soft breast. "Your nipples look like they're getting really stiff, Mrs. Carter -- a bunch of high school guys would wonder why, and they would ask you." "Yes, they would, Mrs. Carter," Deacon Monroe said from the other side of her. She shifted, and her slim thighs parted just a bit -- he was sliding his hand now up and down her slim thigh, from just above her knee to the edge of her skirt. Even as she watched, in fact, he pushed it up a bit higher. Jenny blushed deeply -- "They . . . they've always been like that; they're very sensitive," she said softly, her hands trembling. She knew she should push him away, but for some reason her arms were frozen, hands clasped in her lap. "So, what would you do in this situation, Mrs. Carter?" Steve asked, and switched his hard, aggressive fingers to her other nipple. Soon he was tugging and twisting on that one as well. Jenny did not know what to do -- soft pulses of lust were shooting through her breasts and taut belly as the middle aged man tweaked and twisted her sensitive nipples, and she tried not to pant to heavily, tried to keep her hands from trembling. "I -- I'm not sure," she finally conceded as he began squeezing slightly larger portions of her heaving mounds. She looked down and realized that Deacon Monroe has pushed her skirt up high enough so that she could see the thick band at the top of her silk stalking. Jenny tried to clear her mind -- what was going on here? Had she not made it clear to these guys she did not care for their craven advances? "I don't know what kind of a woman would put up with this," she said softly, wishing that Steve would quit squeezing her firm tit globe as hard as he was. Then he was bending down, and he was kissing her. Jenny knew she should get up off the couch, should hit them or push them away, but all she managed to do was raise one slim, graceful hand and place it on Steve's forearm. He pressed his lips to hers at the same time he squeezed a large handful of her soft, large breast. She knew she shouldn't, but she simply opened her mouth to him as he began frenching her. What did these men think she was supposed to do? She wondered as Steve kissed her; his tongue explored every facet of her mouth, and he dueled with her own tongue until she could not stop from kissing him back, and all the while his hand began cupping and kneading her large, heavy breasts in earnest, rolling her heavy globes about her slim chest. Finally, she was able to somehow break the kiss, and she tried feebly to push Steve's hands away from her now swollen, supersensitive breasts. "Mr. Hillsborough, please, I really -- ohn, my, I really don't think students would be quite this bold -- ohn, my, Mr. Monroe, please, I am quite sure your hand shouldn't be there," she gasped and stammered as she realized that his large, hot hand was all the way under her skirt, and all the way off of her stocking and rubbing her naked thigh with his hand. "Give me one more kiss, Mrs. Carter, and we will go," Deacon Monroe said, his hand hot on the naked skin of her upper thigh. He squeezed her tender, flushed, super smooth flesh, but between the sensations shooting through body, and the fact that Mr. Hillsborough's hand was becoming much more demanding -- he was squeezing large handfuls of her big, firm breasts -- had the young woman arching her back and letting out a low keening wail. It took the men a long moment to realize the girl was already having an orgasm -- then they grinned at each other -- Hillsborough had shifted, and he was squeezing and palming both of the gorgeous young wife's big, softly firm breasts at once as she twitched and writhed on the couch, her head thrown back, her eyes shut and beautiful face opened in a gasp of pleasure. He began unfastening her sweater with one hand while still squeezing her big, responsive breasts with his other. Jenny slowly gasped and came down from the force of the unexpected orgasm. She realized dimly that Hillsborough was unfastening her sweater, but she could not summon the energy to care about that right now. What must these men think of her, acting in such an uncontrolled manner? The young wife asked herself, and then gasped softly as she realized the Deacon was smiling at her, bending towards her -- kissing her. Her sweet, hot mouth opened to his probing tongue without thought, and she immediately and naughtily began sucking on his tongue as he began kissing her deeply. She moaned softly, and managed to tear her mouth away from his as his skilled, agile hand finally succeeded in pushing her creamy upper thighs far enough apart so he could get his fingers on her silky and already damp pussy. Jenny huffed a deep grunt at the feel of the man's fingers probing her swollen lips -- then his fingers were rubbing the super smooth silk over her distended swollen little clit in a clockwise motion that had her eyes rolling up in the back of her head. She babbled a soft protest as his mouth explored the slim, sensitive part of her neck, and then probed into her ear as his fingers continued to manipulate her now throbbing clitoris. Jenny grunted again -- "Ohn, uh, uh, uhnnnnhhh, ooooo, Deacon, I don't -- don't think you should be doing that -- Ohn, Mr. Hillsborough, please don't bite my nipple like that!" Jenny gasped, just now realizing that the other man had completely unfastened her sweater and pried her left breast completely out of its bra cup. He bit harder on her nipple, and Jenny felt the Deacon's fingers pulling her panties to one side. "Ohn, jeez, guys, I really -- ohn, uh, uh, uh, uhnnnnnnnnooooooo, yessssssss, ohhnnnn, my!" she gasped again; if anything this orgasm was even bigger than the last. She twitched, and gasped softly about having to do some errands as she floated away on the waves of the orgasm, dimly aware that it was the Deacon sucking on her swollen tits, and ramming two fingers in and out of her spasming pussy hard enough to make her slight frame bounce. She was unceremoniously picked up, and Steve positioned her on an ottoman, lying on her back. He quickly stripped her panties off as she tried to keep her legs away from him. He finally had her panties off, and had gripped her legs in his hands, pushed them out so her pussy was spread wide. Jenny blushed a deep red as he stared down at her shaved little pussy -- she had done it on a lark a few days ago, and it was already glistening and wet. She blinked as a pair of hands reached over her and cupped her shuddering tit mounds, and let out a long moan as Steve straightened up -- she realized he had taken his cock out at some point. The thing looked huge, poised at her sopping pussy lips with a fat, bulbous head that looked as big as a lemon. She shivered harder as he began rubbing it against her pouting, juicy cunt lips. "What would you do if a student tried something like this, Mrs. Carter?" the Deacon whispered in her ear. His hands were more gentle on her big breasts, and Jenny realized she was beginning to breath heavily again that this was having an even bigger affect on her than Steve's harsh tit play had been. She felt Steve nudging forward, backing off, nudging forward, and backing off. She tried to breathe evenly. "I . . . I would ignore him, and hope he remembered that he is a gentleman," she tried to say calmly, and then when Steve nudged forward his fat, bulbous head slipped all the way inside the tight entrance of her dewy pussy lips. Jenny let out a long moan as Steve slowly pistoned his fat cock into the young beauties tight, twitching cunny. She cried out softly, and leaned her head back. Her eyes were shut, so she did not realize that the Deacon had also shed his clothes. He grinned down at her as he squeezed and rubbed her silky breasts. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 02 Jenny Carter had decided to go shopping; she wanted to get something special for her husband but did not really know exactly what she wanted. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She wanted her husband to treat her like the two strangers had the other day. She blushed brightly; she didn't dare admit that, even to herself. She went into yet another store, this one in a small strip mall in what was actually a rather seedy part of town. There were a few customers milling around, a couple of pretty girls younger than her and an older, rather fat woman. The lady at the counter looked somewhere between thirty and forty; she had a pixie haircut and a pretty grin as she said if Jenny needed any help she should just yell. Jenny nodded, and after looking for a bit went to the counter. "Hi, I'm Jenny," she said, reaching out and shaking the woman's hand. "I'm Jinx," the woman said. "What can I help you with today, Jenny?" They talked for a bit, and then Jinx was showing her a few dresses and what she called workout clothes. "The only thing these'll do is work out some sexual tension, honey – I wouldn't go to the gym in this getup unless I was wanting more than exercise. Come on, it looks like these dressing rooms are full but we have another set in back." Jenny smiled and nodded, and followed the older woman to the back of the store. There was a man there that Jinx introduced as her husband Ben; he was quite a bit older than Jinx, and probably older than her father with close shorn gray hair and a strong, hatchet face. He smiled at her as he walked by. They talked about different things as she tried the dresses on – there was one outfit with a pleated skirt and a tight zip up top that she would never wear to school but would make a great date night dress. "The best thing about this is, if you want to get really slutty you just pull the zipper down as much as you want!" Jinx said, and smoothly slid the zipper down to about mid belly. Jenny giggled, and didn't even think about the fact that her breasts were now on display –after all, Jinx was another woman! She sipped the cocktail Jinx had given her after the first dress – this was already her second drink and it had a great easy to drink flavor, but it felt like she was already getting a little tipsy. She realized Ben had come into the room a moment later – he had said how nice she looked, and she smiled and said thanks. It wasn't until after she had gone that she realized her top was still almost all the way undone, and that her breasts and bra had been on display. "Oh, don't worry about Ben dear, he's a sweetheart. Here, try on the workout clothes – you'll have to take off your bra and panties to get the real effect though." "Oh, OK," Jenny said and laughed for some reason – her head felt slightly numb, and her tummy was twisting in an odd way. She saw what Jinx had meant. The little pants went down to about mid-thigh, which was fine, but they were made from some stretchy, shiny material that clung to every fold and curve of her body. She blushed when she realized she could plainly see her pussy through the tight, sheer material. The tight white t shirt that went with it was also thinner than normal; across the chest, right where her tits were was the slogan, "Porn star in training!" written on it. Jenny looked at herself and chuckled. She wondered what the two men would have done if she had answered the door in this getup. She figured it wouldn't have taken them half as long to get her laid out. She wobbled slightly as she went to open the door, and blushed deeply. It hadn't taken them long in any case. She stepped out into the room, giggling again, and stopped when she saw Jinx wasn't there. Ben was, leaning against the desk, reading a magazine. He put it down on the desk and whistled softly. "Hi, Jinx wanted me to stay back here so you wouldn't get spooked," he said, surveying her taut, curvy body in the tight little outfit. It fit her to a tee, and showed off her well rounded hips and ass perfectly – and her tight little pussy lips were clearly visible, making a perfect camel toe. "She had a customer she had to take care of – she thought I could let you know what I thought of the last outfit." He smiled, and his grey eyes stared straight into hers. Jenny shivered; she glanced at the door. It was shut, but it had been. "Well, umm, what do you think?" she said, and swallowed when he got up and walked around behind her. She felt his hand trail lightly over her back, but didn't say anything. He stepped around in front of her, and when she did not object to his touching her back he allowed his hand to stay on the curve of her hip. "It looks great – sexy as hell. Just don't go on the bus with it!" he laughed. "Why not the bus?" she asked naively as Ben slipped around behind her again. "You've got a great ass," he said softly, and Jenny felt his other hand slip onto her other hip. "If I was on the bus and seen you standing there I would at least try to rub up against it a little," he said softly, his breath now hot against the silky skin of her slim neck. Jenny swallowed as he pulled her back slightly – the man's hands on her hips was making her breath short. They felt too hot, and they were much too comfortable as they caressed and squeezed her rounded hips, gradually pulling her back, back. Then she felt him pressing against her back, and bit her lip, and then gasped she felt something thick and hard pushing into her round, firm ass cheeks. "Umm, Ben, I really don't think you should be doing that!" she protested, looking back over her shoulder. She knew she should try to get away, but suddenly things seemed so – she swallowed and her head felt like it was going to float off. She felt Ben adjusting her slightly, and then he was grinding what felt like a rather large hard cock in between her plump ass cheeks. Jenny tried ineffectually to twist away as he talked about how if he saw her on the bus he would just start grinding against her ass for as long as he could. "Go ahead and stop me, Jenny!" he whispered against her slim neck, and then his hot tongue and mouth found her small shell like ear. He could not believe how good this stacked little hotty's round soft ass felt as he ground his big boner into it. He was using her hips to tilt her ass at just the right angle for him. Jenny realized she was actually starting to lean back against him – god, her pussy was already getting slick, and her breasts were starting to swell. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin t shirt. What the hell was going on here? Her head was laid to the side as his tongue explored her ear. She could not just stand here and let this guy do whatever he wanted to do to her! Her pussy was starting to throb in time with her pulse – she could not believe she was this turned on, and all the guy had done so far was grind his huge cock into her soft, plush ass. Jenny blushed again as she realized that she was actually grinding her ass back against him in a circular motion, and had her body twisted so her ass and breasts were pushed out. Ben noticed this also; his hands slipped smoothly up her belly as he sucked and licked at the smooth skin on the woman's neck, and then he was cupping some of the best breasts he had ever felt. They were large enough he had simply assumed they were fake, but there was no way they were now that he had his hands on them. He lifted the soft globes gently through the thin t-shirt, her stiff nipples hard against his palms, and heard and felt Jenny breath out a long sigh. She pushed her ass back against his raging cock even harder as he began gently rolling her firm tits around on her chest. Jenny finally came to her senses – she was just standing there as he ground his cock into her ass and felt her tits up – she was in a store for god's sake, she thought to herself, and somehow twisted away from him. She looked at him out of wide eyes, but for some reason instead of running out the door she swallowed, and leaned back against the desk. "Please, Ben – don't do that. That was inappropriate, you shouldn't touch me that way. My husband wouldn't approve of this at all." she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Come now, Jenny, I was just trying to help you out. Now, let's pretend were still on the bus, OK? You remember, you asked me why you shouldn't ride the bus, and I was just trying to show you, you remember?" "I – I don't want to do that," she said softly. This was the same line the other two men had used on her. How dumb did they think she was, after all? "OK, OK, I am just trying to help, Jenny – why don't you walk outside with my wife?" he said, and started gently rubbing her back. "I – I'm not ready to leave, if that's OK, I just – you just can't touch my breasts, Ben," she said in a breathless rush. "OK, OK, I won't touch your tits. They are great, by the way," he said, winking at her. What was she doing still in the office? She didn't want to leave yet, though. Her nipples were still super stiff, and she saw Ben staring at them but said nothing as he kept talking. Then she realized he had asked her a question. "Umm, I'm sorry, what did you say, Ben?" "I said, what would you do if you were on a bus and the guy tried that? Let's say you broke away, and told the guy not to feel your big tits anymore. It's obvious that was getting you all worked up, but some women have very sensitive breasts. But what do you think a guy like that would do? Would he just stop?" "I – I don't know, I think most men are gentlemen," she said softly. She peeked down at his crotch again, all too aware that his big stiff prick was obviously pushing his loose trousers out. "Well, what about this?" he said. "What if he said, he won't touch you at all, so long as you put your hand on his cock?" "That's absurd! I'm a married woman!" Jenny gasped shocked, and glanced again at his prominent cock bulge. She watched as he reached out and grasped her slim right wrist, and then he was pulling her hand over towards him. "Ben, what do you think you're doing?" she gasped. "Don't worry, dear, I'm just trying to help," Ben smiled down at her, and she looked away as he gently guided her small hand and pressed her palm against the large tent in his trousers. He could not believe how gullible this young woman was, even after Jinx had given her a cocktail or two. He noticed that she was staring down at her hand, and was starting to breathe heavily again. He wanted to get back to her tits, but cautioned himself, and pressed her limp hand harder against his rod. He began forcing her hand to rub up and down his stiff shaft through the pants. "What – what should I do to get someone to stop?" she asked timidly. His cock felt gigantic under her small hand. She could feel it clearly though the thin pants the man was wearing. "The first thing is to get him to let go of your arm, dear – so what do you think would do that?" "Ohn, um, maybe if I stated rubbing his – um, his thing – on my own?" she asked timidly. Ben took his hand off of hers. "Show me," he said, staring at her. Jenny tried not to think about what was happening. Her hand was sill resting on his cock bulge, and then, without trying to think about what she was doing she began running her hand lightly up and down his long cock bulge through his pants. She swallowed heavily, and leaned against the desk as she pressed harder on the stiff cock, and allowed her fingers to encircle the shaft through his loose pants. "Would – would that be good enough?" she asked breathlessly. Her nipples were harder than ever, and she wondered why she was rubbing this guy's cock. Why didn't she just leave the room? But her nipples were stiffer than ever, she told herself – she couldn't just walk out there! "I really like the way those pants show off your camel toe," he said instead of answering her, and then slowly reached out and began drawing one finger along her pussy lips, revealed by the super tight thin shorts. Jenny gasped softly. She was gripping the edge of the desk with one hand, and her right hand was rubbing his stiff penis harder than ever. She told herself she should push the man's hand away, but all she could seem to do was stare down at his hand as he began rubbing her pussy with a bit more force. Her knuckles were white she was holding onto the edge of the desk so hard. "Please, Mister, please, what – what are you doing? I just wanted to buy some nice clothes!" "I just wanna see how soft this fabric is, Jenny," Ben said, smiling at her as his fingers pressed harder against her hot, juicy swelling pussy lips. He began using two fingers, pushing the fabric up into her pussy and then as if by magic his fingers were brushing over her supersensitive little clitoris. Jenny lurched and gasped as Ben started concentrating on her swollen love button, and let her legs splay apart a little bit. She was still staring down at his hand, and was unprepared when he bent down and kissed her. She had been staring down at his hand, her mouth hanging open and her panting breath hot in her throat. He bent down slowly and sealed his lips with hers, then began gently pushing his tongue in and out of her hot, juicy panting mouth. Jenny jerked again, and tried not to bite the man's tongue as she jolted into an unexpected orgasm. She rolled her hips, pushing her pussy harder against the man's hand. His mouth found her throat, and he sucked and licked at the fine skin there. She was still coming down from the waves of the orgasm as he turned her and bent her over the desk. She was in a daze and barely able to breathe as she dimly realized he was peeling her shorts down, over her hips. He forced one foot off the ground and left the shorts around one ankle. She propped herself up on her elbows, still in a daze – her body felt electric, and her nipples brushing against the hard surface of the T-shirt sent little lightning bolts racing through her. She tried to breathe evenly, and then felt something against her soft, juicy pouting pussy lips. "Ohnnn, god, no, please, Ben what are you doing?" she gasped, looking back over her shoulder. He grinned down at her, one hand on her back pushing her a bit harder against her desk, the other gripping her left, curvy hip. He rocked forward, then relaxed. "Don't worry babe, I'm not feelin' yer tits up, just like we agreed!" he said, and again nudged and relaxed. "Bu . . . but I don't want you to – uhn, ohnnnnnnnnn, noo!" Jenny gasped as his flared, lemon sized cock knob suddenly slipped past her pussy lips and into the juicy tightness of her tight little pussy. "Just the tip then, how's that sound, Jenny? Huh?" "Ohnnnnnnn, fuck! My husband, my husband wouldn't understand!" she gasped. His cock knob felt like it was gigantic, and then he was gradually pushing and pulling. Soon he was stroking three or four inches into her, then six or seven – then his trim hips began slapping against her firm, round ass cheeks as he began driving his long, thick cock quickly in and out of the gasping, panting beauty. All thoughts of protest were gone as Jenny was pushed backward and forward by the power of the man's thrusts; then her body twisted and wrenched of its own accord as a gigantic orgasm rippled thrugh her. She screamed out for him to fuck her harder, fuck her like a fuckin' whore! Some time later – she thought she might have had one more orgasm but it getting hard to keep track – he finally pulled out of her, helped her to collapse gently at his feet. She blinked at him as he slapped her on the cheeks with his thick wet cock a couple of times; then he was pushing the fat, hot cockhead, still wet from her pussy juice, against her lush, plump lips. Jenny tried to breathe calmly as the man held her hair with one hand and kept rubbing his leaking cock crown around on her luscious lips, gradually pushing them open. Jenny swallowed. She reached up and put her hands on his hips, but did not really try to break away. "Go ahead and give it a lick, Jenny," Ben said, staring down at her as he went back to rubbing his cock on her smooth cheek. "Lick the shaft for me, clean your pussy juice off." He said softly, and drew in a long breath when she turned her head slightly and suck her tongue out so that it was pressed against the side of his shaft. He grinned down at her, and pulled on her hair, drawing her hot, panting mouth and tongue down his shaft and then back up. Jenny swallowed, and licked around the underside of the man's thick dick as he calmly guided her by the hair, moving her mouth up and down his fat rod. Jenny was having trouble breathing; his fat cock felt red hot against her small tongue as she kept licking at the smooth flesh sliding over her plump, super soft lips. She could feel the veins on the man's hard tube against her eager tongue, and shivered deeply. Jenny found herself licking the man's flared knob at some point, lost in the sensation of the hot, smooth flesh of the hot cock head against her tongue. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth, licking the underside of his flared knob. His hot cock head nudged again against her upper lip. Jenny let her jaw sag open without thought, and then the knob was slipping past her plump lips and even white teeth until she found the fat head resting inside the ring of her plump lips. The thing felt huge in her mouth. She ground her thighs together as her pussy got even juicier for some reason, and her breasts swung back into overdrive – just the feel of the t-shirt against her plump, supersensitive nipples was making her twist and writhe. Before when she had had a cock in her mouth everything had been so – orgasmic. Her mouth was watering, and she swallowed, hoping the man would not notice. He was slowly swiveling his hips, sliding one and then two and three inches in and out of her slack, moist, hot mouth. Her soft lips pulled out and then were pushed against her teeth; every once in a while on the outstroke her cute little tongue would appear below her lower lip, licking at his shaft as he slid it deeper and deeper into her drooling mouth. She could not stop herself from looking up at him as she started slurping softly at his pistoning rod, her cheeks hollowing with her soft sucking. "Clean that pussy juice off for me," he sneered as he looked in her beautiful brown eyes, and swiveled another two inches of his thick shaft into her hot, wet mouth. Her slurping sounds became a bit louder in the quiet room, so that she was unaware Jinx had come back into the room until she heard the other woman's voice: "I thought you'd be further along than this, dear!" "I already fucked the little slut," Bill grinned. When she heard Jinx's voice she had tried to pull her mouth away from Bill's cock, but he had twin handfuls of her hair now, and holding her head still he began swiveling his hips, driving his fat fucker in and out of Jenny's gasping, drooling mouth. She gagged slightly as the bulbous, spongy knob of the man's fuck tool began bumping into the back of her throat. She finally caught the man's rhythm as he face fucked her, and then she felt Jinx beside her – what was going on here? She felt the woman doing something to her pussy – it felt like she was pushing something in – She twitched, and almost bit the fat cock in her moth as Jinx did something else and something small and intense started throbbing and buzzing inside her pussy. By pure instinct she wrapped her lips over her teeth as she rocketed into one of the most intense orgasms of her life! She tried to breath, and realized she was gagging and choking on Bill's fat cock as he kept face fucking her; through the waves of what seemed like an impossibly long orgasm she found out how to time her swallowing so she was deepthroating him; her eyes were tearing as her body pulsed and shuddered, and then he was pulling out till just his flared knob was in her throat. She wondered why when he suddenly bucked and began shooting jizz into her mouth. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 02 Fortunately she had already been swallowing so she was so shocked at the lewdness of this that it did not even occur to her not to swallow the strangers cum. She finally collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. Jinx had turned the thing inside of her down, an Jenny blinked as the woman, now naked, laid down next to her on the floor. "That looked great, Jenny – show me how well you learn to eat pussy too!" Jinx said. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 04 Jenny Carter had her hair in a ponytail, and had on a knit dress that zipped up the front; it left just a hint of cleavage on display when zipped all the way up, and came to about mid-thigh on her. She was doing in school suspension already; the first week had been a whirlwind, but she had been thankful that there had been no occurrences since her interview. The three men had acted as though nothing at all had happened when she saw them, which made Jenny just as happy. She walked around the classroom, trying to ignore the fact that the single student in the room with her was staring at her rather boldly. She blushed slightly; the dress had a jacket, which she had taken off, and it did hug her curves a bit, especially her gently curved tummy and coconut sized breasts. She blushed again; she should put the jacket back on. She leaned against the desk, and the student – his name was Chet Greavey – got up and walked up to her. "You don't mind if I stand up while we talk, do you, Mrs. Carter?" "Um, no, I guess not Chet," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He leaned against the desk beside her – she should go and sit down, she thought, and crossed her arms under her big breasts. Chet smiled to himself; he had heard something, but had been unsure about it – and then when he saw this little dish, he had decided he should do some intel – and had arranged to be her sole charge during the in-school suspension. And now he figured he knew – she was silent, staring around the room and then shooting him a glance, but she did not move away from him. He reached up with his left hand and started rubbing her back softly. She started, and shot a look at him, but still did not move away from him. "Chet, wh . . what do you - " she started to say as his hand rubbed her back through the thin dress – had he just paused at her bra strap? Why wasn't she pushing him away? "You just looked a little down, Mrs. Carter," he smiled down at her. "I wondered if it had anything to do with what I heard the other day – it kind of pissed me off," he said, and felt his cock lurch in his pants. She looked at him, her soft brown eyes wide open. "Wh – what did you hear, Chet?" she asked; she reached down and gripped the edge of the desk; she saw the way his eyes went to her chest but decided she could cut him a break; his big hand did feel good rubbing her back. "I heard my dad and one of his friends talking, and his friend said he had felt your tits up and that you didn't stop him," he said; his hand was moving about her hips and lower back now. He looked up from her breasts, saw that she had gone pale. She made a small sound in her throat and stepped away from the desk; she walked over to the window and looked out at the broad yards, her pulse racing in her throat. She felt Chet's hands on her shoulder, and then felt him pressing against her. "Umm, Chet, I – ohnn, oh!" she gasped softly as the young 18 year old shifted against her; she could suddenly feel his fat stiff cock against her soft ass cheeks, and then he shifted slightly so that his rod nestled in the cleft between her plump, round cheeks. She swallowed heavily, and his hands squeezed her shoulders harder. "I didn't believe him, Mrs. Carter," he said, his breath hot against her throat, his cock pushing harder against her soft ass. With a small sound, she broke away from him, and went and sat down in her chair. "That's good, Chet, because this rumor is just untrue – I would appreciate it if you didn't tell this to anyone!" She tried to sound strong; he came and leaned against the desk next to her. He stared down at her, and Jenny looked away from his hawk like gaze; she found herself staring at his fat cock, plainly visible through the shorts he was wearing. "I can do that – but he did say one thing, Mrs. Carter – he said you have a small freckle on your left breast, a few inches above the nipple – that's not true, is it?" he asked. His hand reached out, and he rubbed the backs of his fingers against the side of her breast. Jenny swallowed heavily – she did have a freckle there, of course. She wondered if Chet's father's friend was from the house visit or the job interview. She looked at his hand, but did not say anything. She knew she should get up and tell him to leave, but her body and her mind seemed frozen. "He must have just made those things up for some reason," she finally said as his fingers began pushing harder into the side of her breast. She finally moved, as though trapped in amber, and pushed his hand away from her. "Now, Chet, I trust you will act like a gentleman!" she said. "You could prove it," he replied, and his hand went back to the side of her breast again as soon as she lowered her hand. "Just unzip your dress and let me see, and then I will know for sure," he said. She pushed him away again, and this time his right hand slipped over quickly to the tip of her left breast; he pushed against her with his palm, and then began moving his hand in small circles, rubbing his palm against the sensitive, throbbing tip of her breast. "I could see why a guy would try to feel you up!" he smiled down at her. She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open as his hand pushed harder against her breast. "Chet, please," she said, and once again pushed his hand away. He smiled, then peeled his shorts and shirt off, revealing a large, thick cock, at least 8 – 10 inches. Jenny thought. She sat there stunned, and when he moved his hand back to her breast she could not find the strength to push his hand away. "Chet, what do you think you're doing?" she hissed. She was gripping both of the chair arms now, and could not stop glancing at the young man's fat tool. "My cock hurts so much – it's your fault, Mrs. Carter!" he said. "Why don't you feel how stiff it is?" he said. In a daze, she pushed his hand away again, and then watched as he straddled her legs and then leaned against desk; she was now in the chair, her legs between his thick, widespread thighs, his fat cock now just a foot away from her face. She shook her head as he reached out now with both hands, and began gently lifting and squeezing her big, sensitive breasts. Her nipples were now hard points. She reached up again with her right hand to push him away again – her left still gripped the chair arm – but this time he grabbed her wrist and forced her palm against his fat but somehow silky shaft. Jenny blushed deeply, and tried to control her breathing as Chet's fingers began tugging on the plump buds of her nipples through the dress. She let out a long breath and could not stop her slim fingers from wrapping around the fat shaft. Chet smirked down at her, and then he was unzipping her dress. She squeezed his thick rod – what the hell was wrong with her? "Chet, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, and slowly began dragging her fist up and down his fat cock. "I wanna see if you have that freckle, Mrs. Carter!" he said, and then: "Oh, yeah, there it is – look how fat your nipples are!" he said, and pulled her big, soft breasts out of the half-cup bra by her red nipples. He began squeezing her breasts roughly, alternating large handfuls with pinching and squeezing her stiff, throbbing nipples. "Is this how that guy was feeling you up, Mrs. Carter?" he said, pulling her other breast free too. Both his hands worked at her heaving breasts, tugging her nipples and then squeezing big handfuls of her fun bags, gently and then a bit rougher. Jenny shivered, and realized she was not saying anything, just sitting there jerking the young man's cock while he felt her tits up. "Go ahead," he told her – "You know you wanna suck it, Mrs. Carter!" Jenny kept drawing her small, sweaty fist up and down his shaft. "Quit – quit feeling me up and I will – I will let you put it in my mouth for just a moment or two," she said, squeezing his cock harder. She could not believe how stiff the thing was; she was about to have an orgasm from the way Chet was rubbing and twisting her nipples. He smiled down at her – "He said you would do anything if I just felt you up," he smiled nastily. "You got a deal, Teach," he crowed, and took his hands off of her tits. Jenny could still not catch her breath, and she did not even try to put her proud, firm breasts back out of view. She leaned forward, and wrapped her plump, juicy lips around his fat cock knob, and tried not to think about what she was doing as she started bobbing her head, taking more of his thick shaft into her mouth each time. "Ohhhhnn, yeah, fuck, that feels great, Mrs. C!" Chet exclaimed; one hand went to the back of her head, and he gripped her pony tail, began guiding her drooling, slack mouth up and down his now dripping cock. She began slurping at the delicious meat as he guided her hot, juicy mouth up and down his rampant staff. He paused with just the knob inside her luscious lips, and smiled as she swirled her small tongue around the head, then slurped noisily at the knob as she sucked more and more of the precum down her willing throat. He stood up, and holding her ponytail began fucking her mouth; his fat knob bumped into the back of her throat, causing her to gag; the next time she swallowed automatically, and found herself deepthroating the young man, her nose buries in his stiff pubic hair. He pulled his cock out, slapped her on the face with it, then went back to fucking his large pole into her willing, juicy mouth, occasionally forcing it into her accommodating throat. Before she was ready, his thick rod was suddenly shooting his hot cum onto her tongue; Jenny swallowed the thick stuff miserably, her body twisting from the pent up lust that was shooting through her veins! He picked her up, and she simply stood there gaping as he quickly peeled off her dress and panties. Then he was sitting her on the desk. She looked at him out of startled eyes; she was leaning back on her right hand, and her left arm was belatedly trying to cover her heaving bosom. He spread her legs, and stepped further between her thighs, then began rubbing his fat, still stiff cock against her pouting, juicy pussy lips. He grinned as her lips swelled outward around his fat knob, and leaned forward a bit. Jenny watched with a gasping mouth as he worked his fat cock head into her tight pussy. Jenny's even white teeth were clenched, her gorgeous face twisted with lust as the young man smiled at her – he withdrew slightly, then leaned back in, driving more of his thick staff into her wet, tight pussy. "Uhn, ohnnnn, uh, uh, ohh, that's - this isn't right, young man, oh!" she gasped as finally buried his thick cock all the way in her spasming pussy. He pushed her left arm away, and Jenny miserably shut her eyes, and then was leaning back on both hands. Chet grinned, scooped her proud breasts up in his hands, and bent and began sucking and licking her stiff, pointy nipples as he began swiveling his hips, driving his fat rod in and out of the young teacher's gripping, super-hot pussy! Jenny was lost in sensations as the student kept fucking her, bouncing her on the desk. She tilted her hips so his lean loins were slapping against her swollen clitoris and then she was crying out loudly as a giant orgasm ripped through her. She shook and shuddered, and her legs flopped about – Chet simply kept fucking through the incredible waves of the orgasm , and then finally stepped away from her, his fat cock slipping out of her still spasming pussy. Jenny shook her head as Chet pushed her onto her side, her legs curled on the desk, her ass facing the student. She looked at him over her shoulder, still barely able to breath and watched as he pulled a small tube out of his pocket. She tried to crawl off the other side of the desk as he squirted some of the stuff in the tube onto his palm. He reached out and grabbed her right hip with his right hand, holding her steady – "There now, don't worry, Mrs. Carter, we're not quite done yet," he smiled down at her as he smeared the stiff on the tip of his long, thick, still hard cock. Chet smiled down at the woman; she was just looking up at him, her eyes wide as he stepped a bit closer to her, then grabbed her right ass cheek, and lifted it up slightly. "What – what do you think you're doing, Chet?" she asked breathily as he stepped closer. He smiled down at her, and reached out with his left hand, grabbed her right breast and began rubbing it softly. His hand still had some of the stuff from the tube on it; it had a slick greasy feel, and Jenny realized that it was heating up as he smeared it all over her large, soft breast. She felt something against her ass, then felt his knob, thick with the slippery goo, against her tight ass hole. "I just wanna see if this will fit in here, Teach – don't worry, just relax," he smiled down at her, and Jenny tried again to wriggle away, but his hands on her hip and holding her breast kept her in position. "Chet, please, I already let you fuck me, please just let me go," she whispered. Her pussy was still juicy, her heart still beating, and as the young man began twisting and pulling on her nipple again she had to grit her teeth to keep from gasping aloud. "I – I really don't think it will, unh, oh, will fit," she said miserably, but then a second later he gave another soft nudge and his large cock head slipped into the tight ring of her puckered anus. "Ohnnn!" Jenny gasped; she reached behind her, placing her hand on the young man's trim hip, but that did not stop him from beginning to rock gently back and forth, nudging his bulbous knob a bit further into her stretched out ass hole. Jenny gritted her teeth harder, and blinked tears out of her eyes. It was painful, but it did not urt as much as she would have thought – the fat knob, however, felt huge in her tight ass hole. Jenny let out a long breath as the gel began heating her bum up; her breast was now quite warm. She swallowed, and Chet rocked forward a bit more, now sinking two inches of his stiff shaft into her shuddering ass. He reached down to begin mauling her other breast, and Jenny could not help herself as she twisted her body slightly so he could reach her other breast easier. As the 18 year old sank another inch into her spasming ass hole, Jenny bit her lip – mixed with the pain, her body was beginning to respond to the foreign invasion of her ass hole in an odd way. It was actually making her pussy juicier than ever, and there was a deep heat radiating from her ass to her pussy and her chest, aside from the heat of the lubricating gel. Yeah, that's the way Teach," he grinned down at her nastily, and began pulling her back slightly as his strokes began getting a bit longer – Jenny realized he was now sliding 4 inches in and out of her abused ass hole, then five. The hand on her hip slipped around, and the young man's smart, thick fingers began teasing her pussy, then then her inflamed, still sensitive clit. "Ohn god, Chet, no, please, don't fuck me in the ass like this," she said; there was a huge internal pressure building within the young teacher; she realized she was no longer trying to hold him off of her, that she had stretched so he would have an easier time of fucking his cock into her twitching ass. Jenny realized she was grunting and moaning regularly now, and she realized something else – the orgasm that was now approaching was going to be much larger than the last one. "Fuck me harder," she gasped through gritted teeth – "Fuck me harder, Chet, fuck me harder!" as he began fucking her in earnest, his trim hips slapping against her ass cheeks, and his entire 10 inch rod fucking in and out of her ass as he pushed her finally over the edge into another orgasm that had her gasping and shuddering around the man's fat, magic pole! It was to much for Chet; seeing Jenny's gorgeous face twisted in lust, the way her breasts were bouncing as he railed her tight, twitching ass he began shooting copious amounts of jizz into his thrashing, gasping teacher. Jenny began coming to herself a few minutes later as Chet smiled down at her – "That was fucking awesome, Mrs. Cater," he said, wiping his dripping cock off on her panties. "I can't wait for the next time I have detention!" Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 05 CHAPTER Deacon Dan Monroe sat in his chair, looking at his new secretary. He had done an old friend a favor, and now he was very glad that, A) he didn’t like his friend that much and that B) his friends’ daughter, who had just gotten married at nineteen, had needed a job. She was, to put it bluntly, stunning. She was mixed Asian background, with large light brown eyes, a wide, luscious smile and a skinny waist that flowed to curvaceous hips and what looked like a tremendous ass, if still a bit slimmer than Jenny Carter’s. Her breasts were not as large either, but they looked like more than enough – perhaps small grapefruits – and she took pains to hide them. Well, they did look rather large on her small frame, the Deacon reflected. She was standing before his desk, biting her lip softly. “You seem nervous, Annie, is everything ok?” “Um, I just . . . . I just want to do a good job, Mr. Monroe,” she stammered, looking down at her hands. Her skirt was short, coming to mid-thigh, and pleated, and she did not have stockings on. “I – I just wish I had reacted – I don’t know,” she said softly, wringing her hands. “There there, dear, don’t worry – but I do want to know exactly what happened, is that clear?” “Yes, sir, of course,” Annie said softly, and sat down on the couch next to him. “It’s just that Mr. Heavener, he just – he just started rubbing my leg, and - ohn, my, yes, I guess kind of like that,” Annie said as the Deacon reached out and slipped his hand onto her thigh above her knee. “And then you slapped him,” he said softly. His fingers curled slightly to the inside of her leg. There was a thick silence in the room. Annie sat there miserably, knowing she should slap Mr. Monroe too. Her hands stayed clasped in her lap. “Sir, I – I just . . .” Annie tried to ignore the heat from the intimidating man’s hawkish stare. His hand squeezed her slim, silky thigh, then again, just a bit harder. Anne bit her lip again, her eyes skittering across the room. “It – it took me by surprise,” she finally said softly “I – I have to keep this job! My husband just got moved to part time!” “So you will do what it takes to keep this job.” Dan Monroe said. This was a statement, not a question. He stared through her, now sliding his hand up and down her thigh, almost to the edge of her skirt. “You won’t be surprised again?” “Yes, I mean – I – please, sir – please, I’ll - I’ll do, I mean, uhn, umm . . . “ The Deacon smiled. Then he raised his voice. “Ed, come on in,” he called. Ed Heavener came into the small office, and Anne found herself suddenly sandwiched between the two men as Ed sat down. She tried to tell herself she had not promised anything. “I – I’m sorry I slapped you, Mr. Heavener,” she said, and was supremely aware of the Deacon’s hand on her right leg, pushing her skirt up just a bit more. Once again, she decided not to say anything. She might have to put up with a little feel up, she told herself, but she could handle it, and it wasn’t like anything was actually going to happen with two of them there! “Well, I was just trying to remember what a young woman’s legs felt like,” Heavener said, and then reached out and laid his hand on her other knee, his fingers slipping around the inside of it, and then slipping slightly up her thigh. “It was all perfectly harmless,” he smiled. His hand felt too hot on her flushed, naked skin. Anne shivered – the Deacon’s hand was sliding casually up and down her thigh, from knee to the edge of her skirt. She shifted slightly, and bit her lip as Heavener’s hand also began leisurely sliding up and down her thigh. They began talking business; Anne zoned out. The feel of the men’s hands on her silky thighs was affecting her deeply for some reason. Her belly was churning, and she realized with shame that her pussy was actually getting wet, and her tits were swelling slightly. Despite the loose shirt, her stiff, sharp nipples were pressing plainly against the thin fabric. “Anne?” Heavener said softly, pushing her skirt up another inch – more and more of the young woman’s thighs were visible. Anne blinked, and tried to focus. Heavener turned towards her a bit. His left hand was on her thigh, rubbing deeper between her legs each time. “Are you OK, Annie?” Heavener said. He actually tugged on her thigh, pulling it harder against his own. His big hand slid back in between her long, silky legs, and her skirt was pushed up even more by his big, hairy wrist. “You don’t mind if I feel how soft your fabulous legs are, do you, Annie?” “I – I’m OK,” she gasped, shaking her head and staring down at their hands on her lightly tanned skin. Her belly was churning, and the feel of her silky bra against her sharp, hard nipples was almost making her gasp aloud. What the hell was going on here? She found herself staring at Mr. Monroe’s lap. He had a huge cock bulge showing through the thin slacks. She tried to sit very still, and tried to stop looking at her boss’ cock bulge. She had to keep this job, she told herself. “I think you owe your boss for standing up to me, Mrs. Kinley,” Heavener said. “I wanted to fire you, you know.” “Um, yes, sir, I – ohn, Mr. Monroe, I’m not sure you should be pushing that up so high, you can almost see my – ohn, OK, I guess I could spread them a little more apart,” she babbled inanely, until Heavener cut her off. “Mrs. Kinley, don’t you think you should show your boss how much you appreciate him not firing you?” Annie tried to say something, but she was having a hard time concentrating – she wished she had not had the cocktail that the Deacon had fixed her; she was not used to drinking. She was starting to sweat slightly, and her breasts felt like they were on fire! “I want you to show your boss your appreciation – reach over and see how stiff his cock is,” he commanded her, and pulled her thigh a bit further towards him. “Do it, or I will get you fired. I know you want to, I saw you looking at it!” Her light blue, skimpy panties were now barely visible beneath her skirt. “You do want to be a good little secretary, don’t you, Mrs. Kinley?” Heavener said his blue eyes boring into hers. He squeezed her thigh a bit harder. “Don’t you? Reach out and see how hard he is for you,” Heavener said. Annie shook her head, but then her right hand was slipping out. She looked away from the two men as she pushed her palm against the fat cock log in the Deacon’s trousers. She began rubbing her hand over his straining cock bulge; she looked back at Heavener’s hand in time to see it come off of her thigh, and reach upwards casually until he was cupping her full, firm breast in his hand through the loose shirt. It felt wonderful; she was wearing some type of skimpy bra under the shirt, and he began squeezing her delicious, firm mound with more force. It was the perfect size, barely overflowing his hand when he squeezed the soft, pliant globe harder, perhaps the size of a grapefruit. He could feel her nipple tight against his palm as he squeezed again. Anne sat shocked, her mouth sagging open. She was barely aware that she was squeezing Mr. Monroe’s cock as she rubbed the stiff shaft through his trousers. She shook her head, and reached up to push Heavener’s hand away, then froze when Monroe said softly, “Only if you don’t want your job.” And that was what had gotten her into this in the first place. “Please, Mr. Heavener, I – ohn, uh, uh, I don’t think you should be squeezing me like - uhnnn, oh! Like – like that!” she finally gasped. Anne clenched her jaw. She couldn’t believe this old lecher was squeezing her breast, but she had an even harder time believing how big the Deacon’s prick felt through his thin trousers. Then Mr. Heavener quit mauling her tit; but a moment later he was grasping the nipple on her other tit mound, and instead of squeezing her breast began pinching and twisting her nipple, then pulled it out from her globe. Annie gasped sharply, and gave a little lurch as a pre-orgasmic pulse shot through her short, lithe body. Mr. Monroe had casually pushed her skirt up around her waist until her skimpy panties were on full display – she tried not to think about the fact that she was jerking her boss off through his pants while a client was pinching and twisting her right nipple through her shirt. Both men were staring intently at her panties. Anne was afraid to say anything. She breathed a sigh of relief when Heavener quit pinching her super sensitive nipple; the room was very quiet; in fact, Anne’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room, and she tried to ignore the fact that she was pumping and squeezing the deacon’s large cock through his pants. The men began talking about another deal; Heavener reached up very casually and unfastened the top button of her shirt. Anne bit her lip, and continued to squeeze Monroe’s cock. She looked over and saw an even larger bulge in Heavener’s lap, and looked away again. “Don’t ignore the client’s needs,” Monroe barked in between talking about shipping rates to Indonesia, and Annie found herself nodding, as though in a dream, and stared at Heavener’s straining cock, all too evident through his pants. Annie lurched again as Monroe’s fingers climber higher, rubbing her silky panties for the first time – his thick finger found her pouting, juicy cuntlips easily through the thin, silky panties. Miserably, Anne reached out now with her left hand, and began giving Mr. Heavener the same treatment that she was showing to her boss. She had been right – Heavener’s prick was actually bigger than Monroe’s, though not by much. She grunted and her hips jerked as Monroe’s fingers found her swollen clitoris, and Anne bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her hands worked on the men’s fat cocks, and she watched helplessly as Heavener unfastened another two buttons, and then a third. Her bra and her bulging breasts were slowly becoming visible, but Anne simply did not know what to do about it. “Ohnnnn, noo, Ohn, ohn, ohn , fuck ! Fuck, I’m getting off!” she cried out suddenly, trying to bite her lips to keep quiet, ashamed of the language she was using, ashamed of the way the orgasm was making her gasp and moan for the two men’s pleasure. The waves pounded into her, and her curvy body twitched and writhed on the couch, both of her hands clutching and squeezing the fat cock logs. She drifted off into even stronger waves of lust as she dimly felt her panties being shoved aside and felt fingers greedily pushing into her pouting, moist pussy. She heard a long, low keening wail, and realized it was her as she rolled her hips, trying to get more of the man’s fingers into her starving pussy. Some time later she came out of her daze – Monroe was leaving her pussy alone, for which she breathed a sigh of relief, but it did not last long. Monroe helped her stand up on shaking legs, and casually peeled the completely loosened shirt off of her slim shoulders; the bra went next. She simply stood there as she was stripped of shirt and bra, shivering and crossing her arms over her round, slightly conical and now pointy breasts; the sharp points of her nipples against her own arms had her eyes crossing again! She blinked at Heavener as he stripped and sat back down on the couch, and felt Monroe behind her; his big, hot hands slipped around the curves of her hips, lingered on her taught belly for a moment, pulling her back firmly into what felt like a giant erection, and then slid upwards to cup her firm, heaving breasts. Her arms fell automatically to her sides. He rolled her soft, pointy tits around on her chest, smashing them deliciously as he ground his fat log into her shapely, curvy soft ass. Anne tried to catch her breath; she wondered what was happening, and looked down at Heavener in a daze as he finally sat back on the couch, completely naked. He was not in great shape, with a rather large pot belly, but he had the shoulders and chest of a bear, and a thick club of a cock, bigger around than her wrist and at least 10” long. “Ohn, no, no, I don’t – I don’t think this is a good idea,” she managed to protest softly as Monroe began shaking her perfect tits by the nipples, causing little gasps of pleasure to escape through Anne’s tightly clenched teeth. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and show Mr. Heavener how much the company appreciates the contract he is going to sign, Anne?” Monroe whispered ion her ear, then pushed his tongue in her ear. He thought the young newlywed was barely aware of the fact that she was actively grinding her soft, round ass back against his rock hard manhood. Anne breathed a sigh of relief as the Deacon let go of her over stimulated breasts, then bit her lip as Monroe began pushing downward on her slim shoulders. She found herself collapsing, kneeling in between Heavener’s thick, hairy thighs. “I – I don’t think I want to do this,” she said softly, but found herself reaching out and wrapping the long, slim, soft fingers of her right hand around the thick base of Heavener’s straining meat. “Just give it a little kiss,” Heavener smiled down at her. “No one needs to know, and I bet your boss will give you a nice raise for showing your loyalty to the company!” Anne shook her head slightly; she felt Monroe behind her, adjusting her legs, and decided she would not pay any attention to what he was doing. She whimpered slightly as she felt him flip her short skirt up around her waist so all that was covering her swollen, juicy pussy was her small blue panties. “Come now, Annie, you look so cute down there – just one little kiss,” Heavener smiled at her. One hand found one of her swaying breasts again, and the other reached up and gripped her ponytail. It began a gentle pressure as he played with her still too sensitive breast; she felt Monroe peeling her wet panties down, and shivered strongly. She did not like giving head, and wouldn’t do it for her husband. “Uhhnnnnnn,” she moaned softly as Monroe slipped two fingers into her moist, tight snatch. He began running them slowly in and out, and Anne realized she had leaned forward a bit more, and that she had begun running her sweaty fist up and down Heavener’s impressive cock log. God, she still had her glasses on – what must she look like, with nothing but her skirt and her shoes and glasses on, her hair in a ponytail, and her breasts swollen with lust and sweaty from the effort of not cumming again? Her plump lips bumped into the turgid, surprisingly soft head of Heavener’s cock; he pulled backwards and then forwards again, bumping her lips with his leaking cock crown again; then he did it again, and again. Anne opened her mouth one time to say she would kiss his stupid cock, but he pulled her head forward at just the right time, and his cock head bumped into her slightly parted teeth. She blinked, and opened her mouth without thinking, giving his fat, lemon sized knob more room, and then a bit further till she felt it slip all the way past her plump lips, opened now in an O, and her perfect, even white teeth. Anne struggled to maintain her calm, struggled to breathe evenly as Monroe began manipulating her clitoris at the same time he was sliding two – or was it three – fingers in and out of her pulsing, hot, wet pussy. She closed her eyes, and without thought started rubbing her small tongue over the client’s bulbous, leaking cock head. Waves of pleasure were radiating from her dripping pussy, coiling with an incredible intensity with the pulses from her nipple, which Heavener’s large, hard fingers were pinching and twisting with an unholy expertise. They combined with the heady taste of the man’s leaking cockhead pulsing upon her questing tongue – Anne had never felt this way; she started sucking softly on the leaking cock crown, and lost herself in the waves of an incredibly powerful orgasm as she was pushed over the edge from three different directions! Anne shivered violently as she came down from the last orgasm; she peeked up at Heavener, and saw that he was staring directly into her eyes. He smiled widely, and when he saw that she was looking began rocking her head gently, feeding his shaft into her soft, wet, sucking mouth as well as his fat, bulbous head. Anne could not stop the sick urge to curl her tongue around the heavily veined rod, and as he drew her head down her cute tongue would slip out, between the bottom of his ridged shaft and her lower tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking a bit harder at the delicious meat, and now he was making her take four inches, then five into her willing mouth – but then she realized he was not even holding her head anymore, she was bobbing her head willingly up and down, taking a bit more of his fat, straining cock each time. The young newlywed shut her eyes as she felt the Deacon’s hands on her curvy hips; a moment later she something against her moist, tight pussy that was not fingers. Her husband had fucked her once or twice in the doggy position, but his cock was not nearly as large as the deacons. She moaned and gasped around Heavener’s rod, and began rocking her lithe body back against Monroe, helping him to fuck his long dick into her taut, spasming body, and using his forward thrusts to help her swallow more of the client’s fat, straining cock. She gagged once or twice, built then somehow found herself adapting to the soft mallet of the man’s bulbous cock head bumping against the back of her throat. She pressed as much of her tongue as she could against his long, veined shaft – for some reason it seemed very important. Her short, curvy body was now being bounced between the two men, and Anne was past the point of caring that most whores wouldn’t even do what she was doing to two men! She bucked and writhed into her most powerful orgasm yet, and was barely aware when the men were also getting off, Heavener pulling out and spraying his load all over the pretty face and heaving, sweaty tits, and Deacon Monroe fitting into her in such a way it had her screaming at him for more. Ten minutes later she was typing up the agreement they had come to while seducing her. Her fingers trembled, but she told herself that leaving now would make the sacrifice she had made useless. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 06 Anne walked out of the bedroom, and was surprised to see Dan Peterson sitting in the living room; he was one of her dad's friends, and was watching something on the TV. "Oh, hi," she said softly, staring down at him. She bit her lower lip, and looked around the room. "Hi, Anne - man, that dress looks great on you," he said. "Umm, thanks - I should go change," she said softly. The blouse was a thin peasant blouse which left her smooth shoulders bare; this left the thin bra straps visible, and the small push up bra did a good job of accentuating her grapefruit sized breasts. The bare edge of the bra was visible just above the shirt. The skirt was a frilly, multi colored miniskirt that barely reached to mid-thigh when she was standing. She watched him pat the couch next to him, and sat down automatically. The skirt rode up even higher as she sat down. She put her hands in her lap, and tried vainly to pull the skirt down a bit more. "Why would you change? You look gorgeous in that dress!" he smiled at her, looking into her eyes, then looked down her body, at her exposed cleavage and the long expanse of tanned thigh revealed by the short skirt. "Um, my husband doesn't like - I think he thinks guys will just try to - umm, to, you know, to feel me up," she finished in a whisper. "That's ludicrous," Dan said, reaching out and slipping his big, hot hand onto her thigh. "Guys will look for some sort of signal - do you mean he's afraid some guy might feel up your big tits? That top does make them look great!" Anny blushed deeply; the fact that he was talking about her tits distracted her from the fact that his big, hot hand was sliding further inside the curve of her long, soft thigh. She felt the back of his hand and knuckles against her other thigh, and automatically shifted so the back of his hand was no longer touching her other leg; of course, the result of this was that her legs had spread a bit further apart. She breathed deeply, and said softly - "Yes, but I don't think anyone would actually do that," and shifted again. His hand seemed much too hot as he began softly kneading her firm, silky thigh. "I would try to feel your legs first," Dan smiled at her. "Let's pretend we're at a movie theater, and your husband had to get called in to work." "Umm, I'm not sure if that is a - a very good idea," Anne murmured softly, trying to ignore the way his large, hot hand was making her feel. He kept gently rubbing and squeezing her silky thigh, smiling down at her, then boldly switching his gaze to her rather prominent cleavage. "Don't worry, little Annie," he said, smiling into her wide eyes. "It's just a bit of role playing; it may help you understand how to please that husband of yours a bit better, eh?" he said, and Anne started as she realized he had slid his hand even further between her silky smooth thighs. His hand felt tremendously hot through the silk stockings. "I - I just don't think this is a good idea," she said softly as his big, hot hand sent shivers radiating through her warm belly and sensitive, swelling breasts. "Would you kiss a guy to get him to stop feeling your legs?" he whispered, then bent down and as she started to reply, he kissed her and slipped his tongue naughtily into her half open mouth. Anne sat very still as Peterson's tongue gently pried her teeth apart, and then began a questing, gentle exploration of her panting, juicy mouth. "Uhnm, uhhhnnnnn," Anne shivered as Mr. Peterson gently Frenched her. She shifted again, and once again her thighs spread a bit further apart. Anne was startled at how good the older man was kissing her - she opened her mouth a bit wider, and sucked softly on his questing tongue despite herself - she could not seem to stop from acquiescing the to the demands of his experienced mouth and tongue. She finally was able to break the kiss; she suddenly felt his hand against the naked flesh above her stockings, and looked down in time to see that his hand was almost completely under her skirt. "I - I thought if I kissed you you were going to stop feeling my legs!" she said softly. "No, dear, I never said that - but if you kiss me one more time, I will stop feeling your legs," he smiled, a slow but joyful smile that made Anne's heart melt a little. He bent back towards her, and once again pressed his lips to hers. Anne knew she shouldn't, that she should get up off the couch and leave, but instead she allowed Peterson to begin gently frenching her again. She tilted her head and opened her mouth wider to Dan's insistent tongue, and moaned and sighed into his mouth. Then she gasped sharply against his kiss as his hand slipped up just a bit more and suddenly cupped her trimmed, pouting pussy through her skimpy panties. "Ohn, nnnnk, uhnn, uhn, Mr. Peterson, what do you - ohn, fuck! - what do you think you're doing?" "I told I would stop feeling your legs, you little slut," Peterson hissed, and bent and began kissing her again, much more roughly this time. Anne did not know what to do - she sucked on her father's friends tongue, and gasped and whimpered into his skilled mouth as his fingers hooker her panties to one side and began pushing between her pretty, pouting, dewy cuntlips. He pulled back as he began fucking two fingers regularly into her tight snatch - Anne found herself clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes, but she also spread her legs apart a bit more, and angled her pelvis slightly. His fingers were fucking her pussy hard now, and the feel of his mouth against the silky skin of her throat finally pushed her over the edge of one of the biggest orgasms of her life. She jerked and twitched on the couch, and did not come out of it till Peterson was hovering over her. He still had his clothes on - he had just taken out his penis. Anne blinked and stared down their bodies at Peterson's nine inch club as he began rubbing it against her pouting pussy lips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you Annie - tell me," he said. His staff pushed against her sexy lips, and Anne lay her head back as she felt the bulbous head push past her tight, swollen, juicy entrance. "Ohn, god, I thought you were a gentlemen, Mr. Peterson! I can't believe you're goin to fuck me with your fat stiff cock!" Then she moaned a bit louder as he drove another few inches into her already spasming pussy. Pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling - Annie found herself chanting softly, "Fuck me - Fuck me hard!" She thought she was panting this softly under her breath as Peterson's strokes gradually became long, fuller - her hips began swiveling as he fucked her, and soon he was driving his entire cock hip deep into her hungry, wet snatch. She realized she was not being quiet anymore as Peterson assured her he would 'fuck her harder!' - her conical breasts bounced under her peasant's blouse, and Anne found herself laughing as the assault on her pussy resulted in a long, hard wave of orgasmic lust, pulsing through her heart, making her breath come in ragged gasps! The older man had not even bared her breasts, but this was the hardest, best fuck she had received at the hands of the men in her life so far! Anne was not sure when Peterson came - she had been out of her mind as the man at one moment slammed her starving pussy with his fat tool, and then began a gently series of long, slow strokes that culminated in some sort of grinding - not really fucking her, but rubbing his trim pelvis into her pussy in such a way that had her clawing at his back, begging him to fuck her. At some point he bucked harder than before, staring at her with his eyes, eyes young and full of wild lust - and then he was gently climbing off her, tucking his wet penis away and fastening his pants. He hadn't even taken his jacket off, Anne realized, blushing deeply at how easily had fucked her. She needed to get control of herself - this was becoming an issue. How had he known she would do it? "Have a great night, Annie - maybe we'll run into each other again soon!" Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 07 Cast of Characters: Jim Botte - teacher Alex and Jimmy Graham - 18 yr old students Carl Nelson - The Vice Principal John Evans - the School Lawyer Jenny's First Staff Meeting Jenny was back in the principal's office, and looked around her with wide, apprehensive eyes. Every time she had been alone with any of the male staff – almost without fail, she thought – they had fucked her brains out. This had to be different, though – there were too many of them here for one thing, two young men who she recognized as stars of the football team, both nineteen, the vice principle, who was old enough to be her father, and two more men, both older – perhaps in their mid-forties. They introduced themselves as Jim Botte and Carl Nelson, and the two young men were Alex and Jimmy Graham, twins, both nineteen, both on the football team. They were not identical twins though – Jimmy had dark hair and a dark complexion, and was wide and muscular. Alex had a body more like a swimmer, tall and lanky and blond. Jenny shook their hands automatically, and then sat down on the couch. The men stood in a semi-circle about her, smiling down at her. "Well, what can I do for you gentlemen?" Jenny finally asked, and Jim Botte smiled at her, and came and sat down next to her. For some reason this reassured Jenny. Alex sat down on her other side. "This is about the concessions stand, Mrs. Carter," Botte said, smiling down at her. "Alex and Jimmy are here to give a student's perspective on what concessions would be best received by the student body." Jenny nodded, and wished she had worn something different today; she was dressed in a zip up knit top and a rather short skirt, which she was beginning to regret. She had on tan hose today, and even with her small, tight skirt pulled all the way down it just barely covered the top of the dark band of her stocking tops. This meeting had come as a complete surprise – she had determined not to dress this sexy, but the morning had flown by, and for some reason she found herself choosing this outfit by default. And this morning they just happened to call her into a meeting. At least the principle wasn't there, she thought to herself, and breathed a sigh of relief at the innocuous nature of the meeting's subject matter; she had volunteered to help re-organize the concessions stand; this was going to be a standard, boring meeting about school business – she hadn't even been drinking this morning! Well, OK, she had done a few shots before work to steady her nerves, but she was hardly drunk! She blushed deeply as she thought about what had happened at her job interview, and prayed that none of these guys knew about the rumors which Chet had used to trick her into fucking him. She looked again at the cameras that the video club had set up, and again blushed prettily. Her top was all the way zipped up, but the tight knit top did hug her large, firm breasts and slightly rounded tummy tautly. Jenny was acutely aware of just how large her breasts looked in the tight, thin top. She had actually had a jacket on, but Jim Botte had peeled it off of her shoulders almost as soon as she came into the room. "Um, OK, anything I can do to help, you know I am willing to do whatever is necessary to be the best teacher possible!" Jenny was feeling rather good about herself. She told herself that this was a regular meeting, that everything would go normally for once. "And, why are there video cameras here?" "Oh, it's just an easy way to keep track of what is discussed in the meetings – it's standard for most meetings we have concerning school business," John Evans smiled. "If you make a valid contribution and follow orders, you will be coming to more of them, and that will mean more pay eventually." The good looking man, old enough to be her father, was the lawyer for the school system and the business coordinator for all the school's business ventures. He smiled at her, and Jenny smiled back – he was in his fifties and very good looking, she thought to herself. The meeting started out quite normally; they discussed the current budget, and began discussing what types of pre-packaged items would go in the booth; at one point Alex, the tall, blond brother reached up and gripped her upper arm slightly when they were talking about a snack he particularly liked that she liked also; she didn't think anything of it, until she realized a few minutes later he was still gently rubbing her upper arm. 'That can't mean anything,' Jenny thought – this was an actual meeting, not some type of set up. She decided not to say anything about his finger gently rubbing her arm because she did not want to call the eighteen year old student down in front of his brother and the other adults. He became quiet – she glanced over at him, and saw that he was staring at her breasts through the thin knit top, and even as she watched his fingertips grazed the side of her large, firm breast as he rubbed her arm; the movement seemed quite natural, but it was as though a lightning bolt went off in Jenny's mind. She swallowed thickly, her face flushing at the very short touch – it had only lasted a moment, and none of the other men appeared to notice the young man was caressing her arm. She shifted slightly to try to get him to remove his hand, but it had the undesired effect of making his fingertips once again brush against the side of her full, round breast. This time the pressure was a bit harder, and the fingers stayed there for a moment longer. Jenny told herself she was being paranoid, that it was just an innocent touch. She glanced at the camera, and saw Jimmy smiling at her; he had an open, inviting smile. She smiled back uncertainly, and started slightly when Alex's fingers pressed once again into the side of her bosom; this time they stayed there, and began rubbing and pressing into her soft flesh ever so gently through the thin shirt and bra. Jim, Carl and John were discussing different ways to promote the snack stand, and what to rename it. Jenny bit her lip, afraid to say anything, and wondering why none of the men had noticed the young man's inappropriate touching of her, but she still did not tell Alex to remove his hand from her arm – she did not want to embarrass the student, she told herself as he pushed his fingertips harder into her pliant, large breast. She glanced at him again, but he was still staring at her firm knockers; she reached up as though the scratch an itch and brushed his fingers away, but they were back a moment later. "Is everything OK, Mrs. Carter?" Jim Botte asked, his blue eyes lasering into hers. "What do you think of Grizzly Snacks for the name of the new stand?" "Um, oh, I think that is a very good name," she stammered softly. Carl and John were sitting across from her in two large armchairs; they had to be able to see Alex's hand on her arm, and his fingertips rubbing a bit harder against her breast, but they acted completely normally. "Excellent," Jim said; he turned towards her a bit more, and quite casually and smoothly slipped his left hand onto her firm, silk encased left thigh just above her knee. "Do you think you could volunteer to run it at the start, to make sure things are going well? Then we could gradually bring students in to train them," he smiled, and his big, warm hand slipped further inside her thigh. Jenny smiled at him, and tried to casually push his hand from her silky thigh; it felt large and too hot through the slick stockings she had on. Alex took the opportunity to press his fingers against her breast again, harder than before. Jenny glanced at Carl and John – they were discussing some kind of financial subject that she could not understand, and were ignoring her. She turned to Alex, and said in a soft voice, "I know you're a gentleman, Alex, you know you shouldn't be touching me like that." Both her hands were holding John's wrist and forearm. Unfortunately, turning toward Alex had two unfortunate side effects – his fingers quite casually slipped around the front of her breast, till he was cupping her firm, round, heavy globe in his palm. The movement was quite natural. It also had the effect of causing her long thighs to spread a bit further apart. Jenny made a soft noise as Jim's hand slipped further to the inside of her thigh, despite her restraining hands. He started kneading her warm, firm flesh gently through the silky stockings. Jenny breathed out a long sigh – "Alex, please, I really wish you wouldn't – wouldn't touch me like that," she gasped softly – so far he was simply cupping her breast, but her tender globes had already swelled slightly, and her nipples were stiff, burning rocks. "Mr. Evans, Mr. Nelson, please, would you tell these gentlemen to quit touching me? I – ohn, I can't seem to fend them off!" Jenny said. She let go of Jim's arm, and once again pushed Alex's hand away from her super sensitive tit mound. He smiled at her, and went back to rubbing her arm as Nelson and Evans looked at her; she realized she had pushed the young man's hand away to early. Nelson, the Vice-Principle, smiled widely. "It looks innocent enough, Mrs. Carter – don't be such a prude, they are just satisfying their curiosity," Nelson said. Jenny looked down, and saw that Mr. Botte's fingers were now pushing under her short skirt. She diverted one hand from fending off Alex, and once again gripped his thick wrist, stopping further ascent from his hand. It felt huge on her slim thigh, and her tight skirt was beginning to bunch around the man's strong, large hand. Alex once again slipped his fingers to the front of her breast, this time cupping her left breast. This time, though, he lifted the heavy globe boldly. "But – " "You can get up and leave if you want, Mrs. Carter, but don't disturb us while we are talking," John Evans snapped, not even looking towards her. "Umm, yes – I mean, yes sir," she replied uncertainly. Was she just supposed to sit here while the two men felt up her glowing, pulsing body? Alex lifted her breast again, then began rolling the heavy globe softly about her chest, exploring it gently but not trying to be subtle at all now. Jenny found herself staring into Jimmy's smiling face again as his brother gradually began playing with her super soft, heaving tit mound with a bit more force. Jenny tried ineffectually, and quietly, to push him away, but he simply switched his attentions to her other full, round breast, began rubbing and squeezing her right breast as he had her left, trying to bring that nipple to the hardness the left one had achieved. "I have an idea that would increase sales immediately," Jimmy suddenly said, smiling at her in a way she did not care for. "She should wear a bikini!" "The – that's absurd!" Jenny gasped. She was aware that Alex was now squeezing her firm melon with enough force that she had to hold in her soft gasps; Mr. Evans and the vice-principle continued to ignore completely what the young man was doing, and Jenny was not sure what to do. She needed this job, and extra money would be very nice. What could happen, she asked herself guiltily. She realized that Jim Botte had slipped his hand a bit further under her skirt, and for the first time felt his fingers slip onto her hot, naked flesh above her stockings. "Now, that sounds like an intriguing idea. Do you have a bra on, Mrs. Carter" the vice president asked, leaving aside for the moment his discussion of financial matters. Jenny tried to control her breathing – she managed to push Alex's bold hand away from her left breast, but he cupped her right breast once again, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Jenny decided to ignore that for the moment, and reached down to put both hands on Jim Botte's arm again. She did not want him sneaking his hand any further up her thigh – she remembered what had happened the last time a group of men had her in this office. "Yes, of course I do," she finally answered, blushing – it was a half cup bra that pushed her large, soft orbs up and out, and which left half of her stiff nipple and aureole exposed. "Well, let's see it, then – it would be about the same as a bikini top, I should think. Do you think you would be willing to do that, Mrs. Cater? Alex, go ahead and unzip Mrs. Carter's top so we can see what we're getting," Nelson commanded. "Yes Sir!" Alex replied sharply. He let go of her breast momentarily while Jenny shook her head slightly – "I - I don't think that is a very good idea," she protested, but all the men noticed both of her hands remained locked on Botte's muscular forearm. Her short skirt was now bunching around his thick wrist, and his strong, thick fingers were freely exploring the silky, hot flesh above her stalking tops almost exclusively now. Alex drew the zipper down, and Jenny simply stared at his hands as he unfastened the zipper and pushed the tight shirt back off of her shoulders. Her big tits bulged out of the bra like a common whores, and Jenny blushed slightly. "Um, a – a bikini might cover a little more," she said softly, looking at the two men sitting in front of her. She had decided to simply ignore what Alex and Jim were doing. If Mr. Nelson and Mr. Evans were going to ignore their actions, that is what she would do too! "Anyway, I – I don't think my husband would approve of this. Ohn, oh my, Alex, I don't think he would understand you touching my – I guess you just want to feel how soft the fabric is," she said miserably as Alex's hand once again began rubbing her large, DD breast through the skimpy, silky fabric. "You – you see, this is probably what my husband would be - uhn, oh, ohnnnn, would be worried about!" Alex smiled at her, and began kneading her super soft, large mound with more force; soon he was squeezing large handfuls of her heaving, swollen, super sensitive tittie with enough force that the soft globes threatened to pop out of the slutty, to tight brassiere. Jenny clenched her jaw, determined not to react to the young man's touch. "If you let all the young men feel your breasts up like Alex is doing, we could charge even more money," John Evans, the lawyer, was also smiling at her nastily. "No, your kidding – anyway, I am sure Alex is ohn, god, yess, please, maybe you shouldn't pull my nipple like that!" she said. She realized she was simply holding her hands against Botte's arm as he quite openly pushed her skirt up, exposing for the first time her soft blue panties. "She could sell kisses, to," Botte said calmly, smiling at her. "How would you like that, Mrs. Carter? Would like to sell your kisses, and let strangers slip you a bit of tongue?" He reached up a bit more as he spoke, and his thick fingers started rubbing her pouting cunt lips through the thin silk of the panties. Jenny groaned, and gritted her teeth together. She held her hands against his arm, but was no longer even trying to push him away. "Ohn, fuck," she gasped as his fingers began circling her clit. "I – I really don't think my husband would like that," she finally gasped, somehow managing to ignore the fact that Alex had now pulled her bra cups down and was gently squeezing and rubbing her now naked breasts, or that Botte's fingers were pushing the silky fabric up into her now very damp pussy. She was having a harder time ignoring all this and the naughty way Botte's thumb was rubbing and stroking her inflamed clit through the panties. "Let me try, and you can see if your husband would object, Mrs. Carter!" Alex said, and then he was bending down. He sealed his lips slowly and gently with Jenny's, and then his tongue began a slow exploration of her full, pouting lips and her sweet mouth. Despite herself, Jenny found her jaws drooping open – she felt Botte pulling her panties to one side, and as Alex began invading her warm, wet mouth with his thick tongue, so Botte's fingers began teasing her cuntlips aside; he slowly sliced two fingers into her now sopping pussy, and began to make gentle 'come here' motions as he slowly began screwing his fingers in and out of her hungry pussy, going a bit deeper each time. Jenny moaned – Alex's tongue was exploring her mouth deeply now, and she was kissing him back. Her head was tilted, and she opened her mouth wider as she felt the impending orgasm begin to wash over her. It was like a storm surge before the big waves, and she had just enough sense to stop kissing Alex as she began shaking and shuddering into a huge orgasm. She felt, on some level, Alex bending down – the young man began an expert ravaging of her swollen, super sensitive breasts with his skilled lips, teeth and tongue, and Jenny bucked onto Botte's hand at the same time she was turning her body so Alex could get at her breasts with his magic mouth that much easier. The wriggling looked incredible as the young newlywed teacher twisted and writhed on the couch seemingly for the men's pleasure, but she herself was taking more pleasure in the delicious deniability of the quasi blackmail. She grunted, and began cursing again, telling the men to fuck her. Alex stood up, and guided her open, gasping mouth to his dripping, 9 inch cock. The knob disappeared in her plump lips, and she immediately began slurping on the tasty meat. She twisted her body so Botte could continue finger fucking her, and began bobbing her head slowly up and down the 18 year old students fat fuck wand. Slurping sounds began to fill the room; the last vestiges of shame and reticence dropped away from the gorgeous, curvaceous young teacher as another orgasm washed over her. She came out of this one just in time to realize Alex was standing at attention, that he had been fucking her face while holding her head still, but that now his head was poised just inside the luscious ring of her lips. She sucked, and slurped at the too tasty meat trapped in her hungry mouth, knowing instinctively what was going to happen. The young man bucked, and began shooting thick wads of sperm onto Jenny's writhing tongue. She swallowed the stuff greedily, suddenly acutely ashamed of what was happening. The young man let go of her head, smiling widely. "That was great, Mrs. Carter – the guys would definitely pay for a kiss like that!" "Uhn, young man, that was wrong of you to – oh, my, what are you doing, Mr. Botte? You – um, you want me to get on my hands and knees on the couch?" she asked doubtfully, but allowed herself to be positioned by a widely smiling Jimmy Graham. His brother Alex was now behind the camera. "Um, Hi, Jimmy – I know you won't let these guys keep abusing me like this, will you?" she asked beseechingly, and felt the couch shift as Botte got down behind her. "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter," Jimmy smiled. He reached out with one hand, and scooped up her left breast; with the other hand he loosened his belt and then his pants. His cock was just as long as Alex's, Jenny thought, but a bit fatter. She had expected to feel Botte's dick, but when he began licking her pouting pussy lips, Jenny nearly jumped out of her skin. She stared at Jimmy's dick as he loosened his pants, his hand was now tugging on her nipple – Botte's mouth moved to her clit, and then his fingers were back in her tight, damp pussy. Jimmy moved forward slightly, so that just the tip of his dick bumped into Jenny's plump lips, which were tightly closed. "Show me how my brother shoved his cock in your mouth, Mrs. Carter," Jimmy commanded softly, and bumped his lemon sized knob a bit harder into her teeth. Jenny clenched her jaws – the soft, leaking crown bumped into her lips again, and then again, and all the time Botte's mouth and fingers were driving her over the edge once again. At some point she could not keep her jaws clamped shut against Jimmy's cock; at some point she relaxed her jaws, and allowed the pressure of the young man's hand at the back of her head to force her gorgeous face down on his stiff, fat tool. As it pressed her tongue flatly to the bottom of her mouth she shuddered into a higher stage of ecstasy. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 07 It seemed like an incredibly long orgasm now, not separate ones at all after the second one – just renewing waves of lust and bliss rippling through her body. Those waves carried her away – she would feel guilt later, and it would be genuine, but she knew she was built to enjoy the moment, to accept whatever domination these men wanted to subject her to. She began bobbing her head, purposely bumping his staff shaft into the back of her throat, and then swallowing at just the right time so she was deepthroating his fat, stiff shaft. As Jimmy came she felt Botte behind her again. She kept sucking at Jimmy's fat, leaking rod, and moaned as she swallowed his thick, ropy cum. Jenny wiped her mouth as the young man stepped away, and then she was laying her forearms of the couch cushion. Botte lined what felt like an extremely nice tool in Jenny's sopping pussy, and he gradually began leaning into her. "How – how did you know?" she gasped as his big, hot hands found her curvaceous, silky hips and began guiding her gently back and forth as he worked his fat cock into her spasming pussy. Jenny breathed out a huge breath; it turned into a sexy little squealing grunt as his shaft was finally seated all the way in her tight, juicy hot pussy, and she felt her eyes rolling up in the back of her head. "Ohn, god, ohn god!" Jenny moaned over and over. She laid her head down on her slim forearms as Botte began pushing and pulling on her as he stayed still. At some point Jenny could not stop the primal need, the irresistible urge to begin rocking her own body, driving her pussy on and off of Botte's thick, long manhood at her own pace. She looked across the room, and saw all the men were now naked, waiting for Botte to finish with her. Jenny came again as Botte renewed his grip on her hips and finally began working with her, slamming his cock in and out of her swollen, ever sensitive pudenda. Jenny sat dazed on the couch until Carl Nelson came over. He bent and took her arm, gradually stood her up. "That looked incredible, Mrs. Carter," the vice principle led her to an odd looking slim desk topped with leather. Jenny nodded slightly – she was already feeling the inevitable guilt at some level, but she was also eyeing the Vice Principle's thick, club like cock. It was not as long as the twins, but was quite thick. She shivered as he began gently massaging her round, firm ass cheeks, and then he was bending her over the desk. She realized it was the perfect height to allow her to keep her legs straight. Her big soft breasts pushed into the leather top, and she had to admit it felt great against her nipples. She mewled softly as she felt Carl Nelson begin shoving his fat tool into her wet, hot pussy. "Ohnnn, god, ohhhhhhh, Mr. Nelson!" she gasped as the man stroked her swollen, superheated pussy 15 or 20 times. Then he was pulling out. Jenny started to look back over her shoulder, but then Evans, the distinguished looking lawyer, was standing directly in front of her. She found that the desk was also at the perfect height so that when she was bent over it her mouth was at the perfect level. Before Jenny had time to gather her thoughts, Evens had gripped a thick tangle of her hair and pushed his fat knob into her half open mouth. Out of instinct she wrapped her lips over her even white teeth and found she could not resist the urge to press her tongue against and around the fat shaft as Evans began slowly fucking his stiff tool in and out of her slack jawed mouth. She felt Nelson pull his fat cock out of her spasming pussy, and Jenny wondered when she had got off again, and when she had started slurping at the delicious fat cock in her mouth. She felt Nelson pulling her firm ass cheeks apart, and a sudden ripple of fear washed through her. She took her mouth off of Evans cock, and looked back over her shoulder. "Please, please don't fuck me in the ass, Mr. Nelson!" she gasped. But a second later his fat knob popped past her rectum. "Ouh, oh, onnn, ohnnnn, Mr. Nelson, please, it's too big!" she gasped softly, and then blinked as Evans hand in her hair turned her head back towards him. She licked her lips, and then opened them to welcome the lawyers fat cock into her mouth, even as she was trying to object to Nelson's fat rod shoved into her tender ass hole. She mewled softly, and grunted as he managed to push another inch into her tight bum. She realized she was rocking softly on the desk so she could get Evan's cock a bit further back in her throat, but this was also causing her to rock on and off of Nelson's fat prick. Jenny could have sworn she felt every vein of the vie-principal's bull cock as he slowly, ½ in by ½ inch worked it into her velvety, warm ass. Jenny blushed to realize she had actually done an enema cleanse the day before, and vowed to start doing them more often! Ripples which had been on the edge of her attention were suddenly demanding more of her attention, and then over whelming her. She was dimly aware of Evans shooting off in her hungry, slurping mouth, and of the fact that Nelson was now full on fucking her tender ass hole – she would be sore for days, but for the moment she rode on a huge, high cloud of pleasure. What was she going to do? She thought to herself as she was positioned again, this time on top of one of the twins while another stood at her head and fed her another stiff cock. She rippled through more orgasms, and grunted with pleasure when Botte got down and started fucking her in the ass while she was riding Alex's stiff tool to another orgasm. She blushed through the rest of the day, and began wondering when it would be her turn to do detention again. Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Steve was slowly starting to ease his fat cock a bit further in and out of the young woman's spasming, juicy pussy, but her head was still leaned back. As the Deacon watched, her mouth opened in a wide O as she strained with some inner burden. The deacon could not resist -- he angled his hips slightly, and lowered himself until the fat, turgid, purple head of his dick was rubbing against the silky, plush wet lips. As though by some instinct, Jenny tilted her head back a bit further; the Deacon grinned and grunted, and thrust very slightly so that his bulbous cock head slipped past the luscious ring of her lips, past her even white teeth and onto her surprised tongue. Jenny's eyes shot open -- her head was upside down, and she staring at the Deacon's heavy ball sack, at his thick cock as it disappeared past her nose. She knew exactly where it went after that though; her head was tilted at a perfect angle, and as she felt Steve fucking her with more force she realized he was helping the Deacon as he slowly began pistoning his fat cock in and out of her slack mouth. She breathed deeply through her nose, and then had to swallow the mouthful of spit; for some reason she was salivating heavily. "Fuck yeah, do that again, Mrs. Cater!" the Deacon barked, and slid another two inches into her unwilling but defenseless mouth. Jenny shivered -- she felt Steve now all the way inside her, his leans hips beginning to slap against hers, his loins making magical contact with her super inflamed clitoris. She opened her mouth wider, and swallowed again, realizing she was now swallowing more than just her saliva. The Deacon was beginning to rock his hips, and Jenny blushed deeper when she realized she was now sucking softly at his thick cock as he slid it in and out of her mouth. She felt Steve grinding against in a way she had never felt before, and then she was getting off again, twitching between the two men as they also roared, and thrust into her willing body harder, shooting their seed deep into her. She swallowed the Deacon's come without thought, and realized at some point that she had hooked her legs behind Steve Hillsborough's back. The men were gone five minutes later, but it took an hour for her to get up.