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Field Trip Follies Ch. 01

By: cbsummers



© C.B. Summers 2011

Notes---

My thanks and appreciation to Literotica author Laurie, for loaning me her character, Lindsey Foster. This story is as much inspired by Laurie, as it is by her characters. I am greatly in her debt. Lindsey's sister, husband, daughter and mother are also Laurie's creations.

I conceived this story as a way for Lindsey Foster to meet Laurie Bonner from my story, Delayed Action (by the way, Laurie Bonner was named Laurie before I met Laurie the author). Along the way I created a whole bunch of other students to populate Lindsey's High School, and it has gotten even more complicated than I originally thought. It's a long bus ride from Florida to California! It's been fun writing Lindsey into a great big hole of sinful complications. I still don't know how I'm going to get her out of it!

For more wonderful wickedness, please check out Literotica author: Laurie.

Lindsey Foster's stories are "The Sun Felt Good On My Back", and "While Lindsey's Away".

All the characters in this story, who participate in sexual activities, are over eighteen.

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Field Trip Follies Ch. 01



When he finally pulled out of her, his wrinkly old face streaked with sweat, she said, "Please, Mr. Molarez, lick my pussy clean." He kneeled between her legs and eagerly slurped and tongued her dripping wet pussy. She loved the feel of his stiff little moustache on her clit. His tongue teased her clit in the most amazing way, and she was soon stifling her orgasmic screams again. He tirelessly worked her pussy this way for another hour, as she squealed in pleasure, having orgasm after orgasm. She'd been eaten out by a number of guys and at least two girls by then, but none of them had ever given her so many orgasms before.

Then she felt his finger probing her asshole. Nobody had done that before. She thought about telling him to stop, but then she thought, he's the expert. I should let him teach me... His finger went inside. It was uncomfortable at first, but then he did something in there that had her gasping, barely able to breathe. And then two fingers of his other hand went inside her tight pussy and started walking on her g-spot. Soon she was so out of control with pleasure that she didn't even think about stifling her screams. She'd never in her life experienced an orgasm to compare to the one Mr. Molarez gave her with his finger up her ass. She actually squirted a jet of liquid into his face. She'd never done that before, and had only done it a handful of times since.

She had to clamp her legs shut to stop him from continuing. It was so good; it was simply more than she could bear. She must have laid quivering on Mr. Molarez' desk for ten minutes, unable to even think, as he stood next to her, touching her body delicately with his hands. He ran his fingers over every inch of her skin as if he was trying to memorize her. He bent over and suckled her little nipples and kissed her lips and soon they were making out. His kisses finally brought her out of her fugue. She looked up at him in utter amazement.

"Wow, Mr. Molarez... you should teach a class in how to do that. Some of the boys around here could really use it." She giggled, and he blushed.

She saw that his cock was hard again, so she slipped to her knees and started sucking him again. She looked up and said, "Teach me how to do this better." Mr. Molarez smiled down at her and gave her a few pointers. Brilliant little insights she hadn't thought of before. She could no longer remember exactly what he told her to do, but over the years she'd heard more than twenty men tell her, "That was the best blowjob of my life." She owed that skill to Mr. Molarez.

She did remember one particular move he taught her to do. She stroked him as she sucked him, swirling her hand over the head after each upstroke. About five minutes of that motion was all it took for Mr. Molarez to shoot a mouthful of cum against her tongue. She greedily swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, speechless with happiness. She stood and kissed him on his quivering lips and said, "You're my favorite teacher Mr. Molarez. I'll never forget you. Stay cool, Mr. M." Then she gave him one last hug goodbye, and walked away, feeling more satisfied than she'd ever felt in her life.

Remembering that wonderful, erotic memory suddenly made her think thoughts about Brant that she'd never thought before. If I'm his favorite teacher, maybe he'll do the same thing for me when he graduates? Would I want him to? Of course not. I'm a married woman. Still, the idea made her pussy weep with lust.

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The first day on the bus was wonderful torture for both of them.

Brant excitedly asked Mrs. Foster questions about writing and literature, trying to tap into the endless font of wisdom she seemed to bubble with. He'd never been this close to her before, and he was utterly enthralled. She smelled beautiful, and when she talked to him, her eyes pieced right into his own. By midday he'd already decided that he was going to remember this as one of the greatest days of his life.

For her part Lindsey tried her best to answer Brant's naïve questions about writing, and give him advice to help him with his insanely huge ambitions. He wanted to be a novelist, and the only really good advice she had for him was to experience life to the fullest, and write about what he knows. That's what Mr. Molarez had told her too. Of course, she never did become a professional writer, so maybe that was trite advice.

The whole time Lindsey tried to keep her mind on the fact that Brant was a student and she was his teacher. But he was so handsome... so cute and sexy... his neatly cropped sandy hair... his chiseled face and gleaming blue eyes... those adorable dimples in his cheeks... and the way he looked at her... with such devotion... she hadn't seen that look on her husband's face since... well, she'd never seen it on his face actually. Mark loved her, but he wasn't particularly impressed with her. Not like Brant. The attention was intoxicating.

The hours flew by. They talked about writing and literature at first, but by the time they returned from lunch that subject was exhausted, so she started asking him questions about the band.

"I started playing the bass drum in junior high school..."

"That's the big round one?"

"Yeah. I wear it on a harness. I guess they started me on it because I'm pretty strong. But it's not that heavy, really. Still, it takes a lot of upper body strength to bang on it for hours and hours."

Lindsey had noticed how strong his arms looked in his short-sleeved shirt. On impulse she reached over and squeezed his bare bicep. It was as hard as a rock, even though Brant wasn't flexing it. "You're not kidding! Those are some guns you've got there, kid."

The touch of her hand on his bare flesh made Brant blush. Lindsey saw the expression so she took her hand away, blushing. Did I just touch a student? That's against the rules, isn't it? She remembered going to several seminars on how to maintain proper distance from students. Muscle feeling was maybe okay for a gym teacher, but definitely not appropriate for an English teacher. She cleared her throat and said, "So... do you enjoy banging the drum?"

"I guess. I mostly like being in the band. You know, traveling to games and going to competitions and stuff."

"Yes, I noticed half your stories are about people traveling to exotic locales."

"Yeah. I have this thing about going places, I suppose. That's because I've never been anywhere... at least not until last year when we went to the nationals in D.C. Before that I'd never gone any farther than Orlando. And now, here we are going all the way to California. We might even get to travel out of the country if we do a good enough job in the parade. It's a dream come true."

"I'm awfully impressed... by the band, I mean. I can't believe you guys got invited to the Tournament of Roses Parade... isn't that one of the really big ones?"

"Yeah. It's like the top parade, I think. It's on national television, anyway. Most of the bands are from California, but they invite all the best bands from around the world. Last year we won the national competition, and this year we've been absolutely perfect. Someone somewhere must have seen us, because it's pretty rare for a first time national winner to get invited. It's huge."

"I don't think I've ever seen you guys perform. I don't usually work the sporting events. I can't wait to see you marching."

The conversation went on like that for hour after hour, mile after mile. Brant would ask a personal question from time to time, but Lindsey would just change the subject. She didn't want things to get any more personal than they already were. It was bad enough this beautiful, sexy boy who idolized her was sitting so close, she didn't need things to get any more intimate.

As the sun set, the students started getting sleepy, and the conversation on the bus faded out. Lindsey had brought several books to read, so she lent one to Brant. They sat next to each other reading quietly in little pools of light. Brant was as happy as a clam. As much as he loved talking to Mrs. Foster, he also loved sitting quietly next to her too. There was something intimate about it that he cherished. She'd given him a pretty difficult, brainy book to read. He was pleased that she thought he was capable of understanding it, although in truth, it really was going over his head a little. But he eagerly read it, knowing that the next day it would spark another wonderful conversation between them.

After a while he heard Mrs. Foster's breathing grow deeper. He looked over to see her asleep. He smiled. She was so cute. She looked even younger than usual. Almost like a little kid. Then he watched in growing anticipation as bit by bit, she slanted over to the side until her beautiful little head was resting against his arm. He'd completely lost interest in the book by this time. All he could do was sit there and savor each moment of contact with Mrs. Foster's warm body. He loved the feel of her dark hair tickling the little hairs on his forearm.

She scratched her neck in her sleep, and when she took her hand away he saw that her top button had come undone, and the collar was puffed open. He could see her entire right breast and the soft white bra that was cradling it, illuminated brilliantly by the bright reading light above. It was a sexy little bra, with lace along the edges. It was thin enough that he could faintly see the bump of her nipple. He couldn't take his eyes off her tit. His heart started racing, and his cock started pushing up against the book he was holding in his lap.

Mrs. Foster yawned and stretched her arms sleepily. Then she rotated toward him in her chair, pressing her face deeper into his upper left arm, and flopping her right hand down on his thigh. Brant froze, not knowing what to do. Then her fingers began to softly move around in circles as she made a gentle humming sound. He looked around nervously. Since they were in the back row of the bus, the only people who could have seen were in the adjacent seats across the aisle, but they were asleep.

Mrs. Foster's fingers started squeezing his thigh gently, sending tingles through his balls. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit... what do I do?

Brant was terrified that someone would see, so he reached up and switched off their reading lights. But since his right hand was trapped under her arm, he had to let go of the book to reach up. By the time he switched off the second light, Mrs. Foster had pushed the book completely off his lap, and now her right hand was loosely wrapped around the base of his growing erection.

Brant sat in shock, feeling his cock standing more and more erect in his loose pants. Moments later Mrs. Foster's little hand started massaging his balls gently through the fabric. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit... After a minute or two, her hand wrapped around his rock hard shaft and started gently stroking it up and down. This was beyond anything he'd ever imagined might happen. It was amazing, but he couldn't figure out what to do. If he woke her up, the embarrassment would be unbearable... but she could wake up anyway, and if she did...

He had to do something... but then he realized there was nothing he could do but enjoy it. This is the only time Mrs. Foster is ever gonna touch my cock, so why not enjoy it?

Lindsey was about three-quarter asleep. She thought she was in bed with her husband. She often reached over to stroke Mark's cock when she was horny and half asleep, and she was definitely horny after spending so many hours flirting with Brant. Mark, who hated being woken up, would sometimes push her hand away in his sleep, but half the time he'd go with it, and eventually she'd wake herself up enough to give him a blowjob. It was one of those bedtime routines she'd done countless times.

Mrs. Foster's hand was gripping Brant's cock a little tighter now. He was trying hard to stifle groans of pleasure. He didn't want to wake anybody up. Then, without warning, Mrs. Foster's fingers sleepily grabbed his waistband and drew it down, releasing his large penis. Brant was horrified. The bus was almost pitch dark, but if someone turned on a light he'd be totally exposed! But before he could do anything about it, Mrs. Foster leaned over and took his cock right into her mouth. Brant's entire body stiffened in shock and pleasure. Mrs. Foster's mouth began to go up and down his shaft, slurping softly as her hand massaged his balls.

Brant was in ecstasy. This was his first blowjob. He'd tried to get his girlfriend to blow him numerous times, but she was grossed out by the idea of it. She'd given him a few hand-jobs, but that was as far as she would go. He was starting to think he might graduate a virgin if she kept holding out on him.

Shit! Mrs. Foster is sucking my cock! The blowjob felt even better than he'd ever imagined. Even half- asleep, Mrs. Foster knew what she was doing! Her soft hair was tickling his upper thighs as her warm, wet mouth worked gently up and down his throbbing meat, sending waves of pleasure through his pelvis. He could feel her teeth rubbing the sides ever so slightly, but it didn't bother him at all. He loved Mrs. Foster's perfect white teeth... and now they were sliding up and down his cock! It was almost impossible to believe. My penis is in Mrs. Foster's mouth. My penis is in Mrs. Foster's mouth! This can't really be happening... I gotta be dreaming... oh fuck, she's stroking me with her hand too... Mrs. Foster's pretty little hand is stroking my cock... now she's fondling my balls... god... is that her tongue swirling around on my pee-hole? Fuck! It is! Mrs. Foster is tonguing my pee-hole! Fuck yeah! Suck my big, hard cock Mrs. Foster! Suck it! He started thrusting himself slightly up into her mouth, amazed at the feeling of his cock head pressing into the back of her throat, as her tongue swirled around the sides.

Lindsey was dimly aware that she was giving her husband a blowjob, but something seemed wrong. For one thing, he seemed bigger than usual... much bigger... at least two inches longer and so big around that she was having a hard time keeping her teeth off him. He hates teeth... his balls don't feel right. They're softer, somehow. Mark's pubes are kinky and rough... these are straight and fine... What the fuck? Then she brought her hand up higher and wrapped her fingers around the big, meaty shaft. It was so fat that her fingertips couldn't touch. That was odd. They were always able to touch. She heard him groan softly. That's not Mark's voice... not deep enough... She didn't stop, though, because she figured she must be dreaming.

But about two minutes later she woke up enough to realize what was going on. All at once she knew with absolute clarity that she was sucking Brant's cock. She froze, with the head of that monster cock pressing into the back of her throat. She was sucking Brant's enormous eighteen-year-old cock. Fuck... what should I do? Oh... shit. This is bad, Lindsey. This is fucking criminal. What the fuck? What do I do now? Nothing occurred to her. Oh shit... its so big... so soft and hard. Goddamn it... what a fucking great cock Brant has. And it's in my mouth. I've got my student's cock in my mouth. Shit... how long have I been doing this? Does it matter? What difference does it make if I stop now? So she swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the rubbery shape of the helmet as it slid along her taste buds. Fuck... this is one amazing cock.

She hadn't sucked a cock, other than Mark's, in the longest time. In college she'd become known as the cock queen of the sorority, because she was willing to suck almost any guy's cock, particularly if it was over seven inches long. She remembered one particular epic party... she'd snorted so much coke that night she just went totally crazy... she had every guy in the room line up and she measured each guy's cock with a wooden ruler, stroking him first to get him hard. If he grew to over seven inches, she'd suck him until he came, swallowing as much of his load as she could, then she took the next guy in line. About a third of the guys in the first twenty were over seven inches, but she got annoyed with the dejected looks on the rejected guys faces, so she threw the ruler aside and just sucked every cock that got put in front of her. Literally every unattached guy at the party stuck his cock in her mouth that night, even the ones she'd turned down earlier in the evening. Not all of them came, but she swallowed so much cum that night it made her sick later on. One of the sisters estimated that shed sucked over 45 cocks that night alone. That cemented her reputation as the cock queen. She used to brag that she sucked a thousand cocks in her four years at college, although it was impossible to really know for sure, since a lot of those cocks were the same fraternity guys over and over again. Still, she figured she sucked at least two hundred and fifty different guy's cocks over the course of those four amazing years. But that was almost ten years ago. Oh, she'd had a few dalliances over the years, but only when she was drunk, or hopped up on coke. But never when she was totally sober like this.

What am I doing? I have to stop! But she didn't stop. She kept sucking and stroking her student's savory cock, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum as it squirted gently against her tongue. I've come too far to back out now. But I better end this ASAP. She started sucking and stroking with more gusto, demonstrating the skill she'd honed over the years. She slobbered copious amounts of saliva, so that her hand was able to stroke him powerfully along with her mouth. Soon Brant was bucking and tensing in his chair. Then his cum splooged against her tongue, and she swallowed it eagerly, feeling a flush of pride and accomplishment at having conquered another cock.

Only after he was totally spent and starting to soften in her mouth did it occur to her that she was now officially screwed. If this gets out, my teaching career is over. Well, at least he's over eighteen, so there won't be jail time. But if Mark finds out, there might be hospital time. That fuckin' Neanderthal is definitely not the 'forgive and forget' type.

Brant was in shock. He couldn't believe that this amazing teacher he'd idolized for years had just sucked him off. Holy shit! Mrs. Foster swallowed my cum! It was wonderful beyond belief. But what do I do now?

Lindsey decided to pretend she was still sleeping, so she pulled back, yawned and flopped the other way against the window, making the most believable snoring sounds she could manage.

Brant pulled his pants back up in intense relief that she'd slept through the whole thing. Afterwards, he sat in wonder looking at Mrs. Foster's dark shape next to him. He'd just had his first blowjob. If the bus swerved into a ravine right now, he would die a happy boy.

The bus came over a rise and was suddenly surrounded with the lights of Houston, Texas, which streamed into the windows, slowly waking everybody up. Lindsey yawned dramatically, and licked her lips. She looked over at Brant who was staring back at her wide-eyed with wonder and worry.

She said, "Oh... sorry, did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah," was all he could say.

She licked her lips sleepily and said, "I have a funny taste in my mouth."

Brant felt a thrilling wave of terror. She could taste his cum in her mouth!

She licked her lips again, and said, "Actually, it tastes pretty good. Must have been the pie I had at lunch. Yummy."

Brant smiled, but the sight of Mrs. Foster's tongue swirling around on her beautiful lips was making his cock grow hard all over again.

Lindsey felt happy. It had been a long time since any man had looked at her the way Brant was looking at her right now. He thought she was beautiful, sexy and desirable. It was refreshing. Mark fucked her at least once a week, but he did it with military precision, almost as if it were a duty to be performed, not out of sincere desire.




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The taste of cum in Lindsey's mouth was amazing. She wanted more. She needed more. Not Brant's, of course. She wouldn't be stupid enough to mess around with a student again. But there were bars in Pasadena. Her sister was right. She needed to get good and fucked by strange cock, just like the old days. If she didn't, she'd end up fucking Brant, and that had to be much worse than just cheating, didn't it?

The busses pulled up to a large hotel on the far side of Houston, and the business of sorting out the kids to their rooms began. Lindsey shared a room with Miss Ostiago, who snored loudly. She couldn't sleep so she masturbated quietly, thinking about Brant's cock in her mouth. Fuck... I want to suck him again. No... I want to fuck him... I want to feel that nine-inch monster stretch my pussy open, and slam against my cervix. I want to feel him shoot his cum deep inside me. It would never happen, of course, but fantasizing about it helped her work herself into a nice, quiet orgasm, which finally put her to sleep.

Brant also jerked off that night. There were too many guys in his room, though, so he had to do it in the bathroom. He just couldn't get over the fact that Mrs. Foster had sucked his cock. It was the most important event that had ever occurred to him in his entire life. He jerked off for hours, making himself cum three more times before he was finally satisfied enough to go back to bed.

He lay in bed for another hour, Mrs. Foster's doll-like face in his mind.

Oh shit... I'm in love with her. Oh shit. I'm in love with my teacher.

To be continued...

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Field Trip Follies Ch. 02



Notes

Hi! Here's the second installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking! The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie's page and read her stories, "The Sun Felt Good On My Back" and "While Lindsey Is Away", for more stories about Lindsey and her family.

All characters in this story are over eighteen.

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DAY 2

HOUSTON, TEXAS and WESTBOUND

DECEMBER 29

Lindsey woke up wet with lust. She took a cold shower, trying to calm down. She realized that if she wanted to keep out of trouble, she needed to stay away from Brant. She just couldn't trust herself around him. She could just make Brant switch seats with someone else... but that wasn't good enough. She had to switch busses. When she turned off the shower, she heard Miss Ostiago packing her bag out in the room, so she wrapped a towel around her hair and stepped out of the bathroom.

The tall, shapely Band Director looked up in shock at Lindsey's naked body. She looked back down at her bag, not saying anything.

Lindsey was amused. Miss Ostiago is such a prude. Lindsey stared at her, waiting for the Band Director to look up again. Miss Ostiago was a tall, buxom woman of Italian descent, in her mid thirties, who bore a strong resemblance to a young Sophia Loren... other than the fact that she had bleached blonde hair, with dark black roots, which she always wore up in a bun. She had an expressive, fiery face, with dark eyebrows, steel blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and full lips, and the smoldering temper that went with her features. Her skin was olive in tone, and she had a dramatic hour-glass figure... large breasts, small waist, wide hips, and an ass to die for. But she always tried to hide her assets under layers of heavy clothes that almost always covered her cleavage and shapely legs.

After half a minute, Miss Ostiago glanced up at Lindsey's naked body again, before looking back down. Lindsey noticed a wonderful blush of color spreading out on the Italian woman's dramatic cheekbones. "Miss Ostiago, I'm wondering if it will be okay if I switch busses today?"

Miss Ostiago glanced up at her furtively. "Is there a problem?"

Lindsey giggled. "No, not really. It's just that I noticed the sophomore/freshman bus looked pretty rowdy. You probably noticed how quiet it was in the back of the senior bus yesterday."

Miss Ostiago nodded, glancing at Lindsey's pretty brown bush before looking down again. "Yes. I must say... I was impressed with your performance. But I don't think we need to change anything. Maybe you can give Mr. Balantine some tips. Not sure it will help however. The other bus is naturally rowdier because they're younger"

That's just what Lindsey wanted. To get away from all the eighteen-year-olds, particularly Brant and his beautiful cock.

Lindsey noticed the furtive glances Miss Ostiago was casting her way. She smiled. She knew Miss Ostiago was a lesbian, even though she did her best to keep that fact hidden. Maybe she could butter Miss Ostiago up with a little show. She turned a little to the side and took the towel out of her hair and started drying herself. She wanted to give Miss Ostiago a nice long look at the goods.

Miss Ostiago stared breathlessly at Mrs. Foster's perky little tits as they bounced about as she dried herself. Good lord... she's so pretty. Miss Ostiago's heart started beating faster. Her eyes roamed over the pretty little Mexicana's body. She hadn't seen a naked woman other than Yvonne for years. And Yvonne was stocky and shapeless... Mrs. Foster was absolutely stunning. It was an unexpected pleasure to be greeted with such a beautiful sight as this in the morning. Mrs. Foster turned slowly, drying off her back and perfect little ass, making those creamy pale brown cheeks bounce about. Mrs. Foster put one foot up on the bed and started drying her beautiful pussy. She was looking down, her eyes hidden under her long brown hair, so Miss Ostiago stared right between the young teacher's pretty legs, drooling at the sight of her brown bush, and squiggly little pussy lips. By the time Mrs. Foster's pussy was dry, Miss Ostago's was dripping wet.

Lindsey packed her bags, staying nude the whole time, not looking toward Miss Ostiago so she'd feel free to keep staring. "Are you sure, Miss Ostiago?"

"What?" She said, coming out of her reverie.

"About switching busses? I'd love to see if I can make a difference on the younger kid's bus. This is my first time helping the band... the Big Blue, I guess you call it. I really should try to get to know a few of the younger kids." As she spoke she was looking through her panties and underwear, holding them up against herself for Miss Ostiago's benefit.

"Well... talk to Mrs. Tanner. You can switch with her. The busses are going to three different hotels tonight, so you either need to switch back to the senior bus this afternoon, or switch rooms tonight."

Lindsey smiled at Miss Ostiago. "Thanks, sweetie."

She was pleased to see that Miss Ostiago hadn't moved a muscle since she began drying herself. That sexy lesbian had definitely been checking her out. Miss Ostiago went back to packing, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Lindsey admired Miss Ostiago's body. She hadn't really noticed how shapely the older woman was before, probably because she was such a hard-ass bitch. But looking at her now... Damn... she's fucking gorgeous.

Someone was walking down the hall knocking on all the doors one after the other, to let everyone know it was time to board the busses.

Lindsey put on a sexy little skirt, then put her panties on last, knowing full well that Miss Ostiago was staring at her. Lindsey smiled. She hadn't been with a woman since Mark knocked her up... not counting that time she went with Katie to Miami and they hooked up with some girls they met at a lesbian bar. Unfortunately that night was a blur. I really shouldn't have snorted so much cocaine. What's the good of being bad if you can't even remember it the next morning? When she was done dressing she saw a look of tense frustration on Miss Ostiago's face. It's too bad you're such a prude, or I might have you do more than just watch.

*

Brant was horrified to find Mrs. Tanner sitting in Mrs. Foster's seat, but what could he do about it? Teachers called the shots. He was worried all morning that Mrs. Foster had remembered giving him a blowjob in her sleep, and was avoiding him because of it. So when they stopped for lunch he searched for her. She wasn't in the restaurant. He found her in the alley, puffing on a cigarette.

"Hi, Mrs. Foster. I missed you this morning."

She blushed seeing him walk up to her. "Don't tell Miss Ostiago that you saw me smoking."

"Of course not. Did I do something to make you mad?"

"No, Brant. They had some trouble on the younger kid's bus so Miss Ostiago needed me there to straighten it out."

"Okay... I just hope it wasn't me. I enjoyed reading that book you lent me. I wanted to talk about it with you sometime. Maybe... maybe you can sit with me again tomorrow?"

The look of dejection on Brant's face was touching... and Lindsey was weak. "Sure, Brant. I'll ask Miss Ostiago..."

"I'll ask her for you."

"No that's okay. Actually... they don't need me on the other bus anymore. I can switch back after lunch."

Brant's smile was gleaming bright.

She thought, Shit, Lindsey, what are you doing? This is a fucking bad idea. Fuck!

That afternoon they chatted again in the back row of the bus. They both kept thinking about the unexpected blowjob the night before, but they diverted themselves talking about the book she'd lent him. Lindsey gave Brant her analysis of it, and he was amazed by her insights. He'd only read a few chapters, but it was like she'd read an entirely different book. Mrs. Foster was so damned smart; he just couldn't get over it.

Lindsey loved the way he hung on her every word. He made her feel like the smartest woman in the world. She was incredibly flattered, and more than a little turned on. Yeah... it was a mistake to switch back.

The sun set a little before six in the afternoon, and once again the bus grew quiet and the kids in the back started snoozing. Brant said he needed to reread the book now that she'd told him what it was really about. They read silently for a while. Actually, Brant was only pretending to read. He was secretly hoping the gentle rocking of the bus would put Mrs. Foster to sleep again. Not that he thought she'd give him another blowjob... but... well, a boy can dream. He was toying with the thought of feeling her up as she slept. After all, it was only fair. But he didn't think he'd have the balls. Besides, it would be totally wrong. But he sure did want to touch Mrs. Foster's tits. He'd always wanted to touch them... but now more than ever.

But Lindsey was on to him. There was no way she was going to fall asleep on the bus again, even though she was totally sleepy from staying up so long the previous night masturbating in bed. She needed to stay awake, so around eight o'clock she drew Brant into conversation.

"So, Brant. Do you have a girlfriend?"

He blushed. "Sort of. Yes. Tessa Brown."

"Oh, you and Tessa? I didn't realize. I had her in my eighth grade composition class. She's very pretty."

"Yeah... but... She's... well... I don't know... I'm thinking about breaking up with her."

"Why?"

"Well... it's kinda personal."

Lindsey knew she should keep things impersonal... but relationship stuff was one of her favorite things to talk about. So she talked to him in hushed tones so nobody could hear. "You can tell me Brant. I might be able to give you good advice. I'm a girl after all."

"No, you're a woman, Mrs. Foster. Tessa's a girl. I'm not sure she's really interested in growing up. She's almost nineteen, but she... well... she's got this thing about, you know, waiting until we get married. It's almost like she's holding it over my head so I'll marry her after graduation. Blackmail is what it is."

"Do you love her, Brant? That's really all that matters."

"I don't think so. But I sure do want to... you know."

She smiled, "You want to fuck Tessa? But she's holding out on you?"

 He blushed. It was thrilling to hear Mrs. Foster talking frankly with him like that. He leaned in close, and said, "Yeah. I want to fuck her. Is that wrong?"

"I'm not the one to ask. I don't really know what's wrong or right. When I was Tessa's age I was definitely not shy. I would definitely not have turned down a guy like you. Does she give you blowjobs at least?"

He blushed and shook his head.

"Do you do anything... sexual?"

"Well... she touches me, I guess, and I touch her."

"You masturbate each other? That's fun too. And safe. You can't get pregnant that way." She giggled.

"That's what she says. But I always carry condoms with me, just in case she changes her mind. But I don't think she will. I don't want to graduate a virgin."

"Oh, you're a virgin, are you?"

He nodded, his cheeks bright red.

"Well, that's okay. I was a virgin until I was eighteen too. But once I lost my cherry I tried like hell to make up for lost time."

Brant's heart was thumping hard. This was new information! He'd always assumed Mrs. Foster was a goody-goody. She had such a cute, innocent face. "Really? You... uh... did it in high school? With your husband?"

"Oh, no, I didn't meet him until I was in my senior year of college. In high school I fucked around with a bunch of different guys. And a few girls too." She giggled. Why am I telling him this? I'm so bad!

Brant's eyes widened. He leaned in even closer, until his face was only a few inches from hers. "Girls? Really?"

She nodded. "Yep. I'm totally bi. If my husband hadn't knocked me up, I'd probably be dating a woman right now. Or maybe not even dating, but just sleeping around with whoever caught my eye... guys, girls, I'm not picky. That's what I thought I'd be doing at my age. I thought I'd always be a party girl."

Fuck! I can't believe sweet little Mrs. Foster is telling me this! "You're a naughty woman, Mrs. Foster!"

She giggled, flashing her eyes at him, "Not any more, I'm not. I'm a good wife, and a good mother. My little girl means the world to me, but I certainly didn't plan to have a kid. She totally fucked up my senior year in college. I was really enjoying sorority life, and suddenly, boom; there I am walking around with a big old baby inside me. It didn't stop me from giving blowjobs though... Oops... too much information."

Brant's jaw was hanging open. "Blowjobs?"

Lindsey blushed. "I don't know why I'm telling you this stuff. I could get in so much trouble!"

"Oh, no, you can trust me. I won't tell anybody! You were in a sorority?"

"I was. When I joined I didn't know it had a reputation as the sluttiest Sorority of them all, but I found out pretty quickly."

"How?"

She paused... Should I really tell him this? I shouldn't ... but I want to. "Brant, I want you to understand that people aren't just one thing. They're complicated and multilayered. I'm a dedicated teacher, I love literature and art and music. I'm also a mother and a wife and a good Christian. I volunteer each weekend to help feed elderly indigents. And when I was in college I was a dedicated student. I studied hard... but I also played hard. Mr. Molarez said something to me that has always stuck with me. He said a writer needs to devour life in order to write about it. I thought that was good advice, so when I joined that sorority I absolutely devoured every bit of it. I'm not particularly proud of what I did there. But I totally loved every second of it, and I'd do it all again in a heartbeat... but I don't talk about it much. People can be so judgmental."

Brant was beyond excited by this point. "I won't judge you, Mrs. Foster. I think it's awesome that you... well, whatever you did is okay by me. I'd really love to hear about what goes on in sororities. Please tell me."

"Okay... but you have to swear not to tell anybody about this stuff."

"No, of course not. You can trust me. Really. I swear on my life."

She could see in his eyes that he really meant it. She turned off their reading lights and pushed his face forward so she could whisper in his ear. She didn't want anybody hearing this but him.

The feeling of Mrs. Foster's breath in his ear made tingles shoot down Brant's chest all the way to his cock, which was already stirring. It was a good thing he had the book in his hand, because he was going to need to hold it down. Moreover, because of her position, her left tit was pressing into his right arm. He couldn't believe it.

"On my first day at the Sorority, the pledges were told that we had to do anything the sisters told us to do. Anything. I didn't really know what that meant. I guess I thought we'd have to clean their rooms, or do their laundry, or do stupid stunts. But on my second night there, they had a mixer with the sorority's brother fraternity. The party got pretty rowdy pretty quickly, and all the pledges had to do shots, even though we weren't old enough legally to drink. I'd already been drinking for a few years, so I didn't get as drunk as the other girls. Half of them were staggering around, falling on their asses within the first twenty minutes. But I stayed pretty cogent throughout the party. Anyway, I had no idea how raw one of those parties could get until I saw one of the older sisters take off her shirt and bra so one of the frat guys could suck her nipples. They were carrying on right in front of everyone. I couldn't believe it. Her name was Starla. She was a senior.

"Anyway, Starla saw me watching and waved me over. She said, "Take off your shirt." I was stunned. The room was full of people. "Do it," said another sorority sister. So I took off my shirt. Then Starla said, "Take off your bra." So I took off my bra. Everyone whooped and hollered as I exposed my tits. Then the frat guy called over one of the pledges from his fraternity. The guy looked every bit as surprised by all of this as me. The older frat guy said to his pledge, "Suck her tits, pledge." So he did... and I let him. I couldn't believe a roomful of people was watching a guy suck my tits. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. But that was only the beginning."

Lindsey could hear that Brad's breathing had grown heavier. She knew he was totally getting off on this story. She should stop... but she couldn't. The smell of his ear was intoxicating. She could feel the hairs over his ear tickling the tip of her nose. She leaned in even closer, putting her left hand on top of his right arm, and her lips were now gently brushing his ear as she whispered.

"Then from that moment on we had to do everything the older pair were doing. I mean everything. She got totally naked, so I got totally naked. She sucked her guy's cock, so I sucked the pledge's cock. He was very excited, so he came in my mouth after only about ten seconds. I loved it. I swallowed every drop. Then the older frat guy called over another pledge and said, "Your turn." The guy dropped his drawers eagerly, and I sucked him too. Starla laid back on a couch and opened her legs wide so her guy could fuck her, so I did the same, lying next to her, our arms entwined. That pledge pounded me for all he was worth, while he kissed me and pinched my nipples with his fingers. People all around were clapping and chanting and drinking. It was fucking insane! I remember he had glasses and a bit of a dorky look about him. From the look in his eyes, I was pretty sure he'd been a virgin before fucking me. Anyway, he fucked me good and hard. Nobody used condoms, which kind of horrified me... I wasn't on the pill at the time, but I didn't think it was my place to object."

As Lindsey talked she could feel Brant's arm moving slightly. She realized he must be trying to stroke his erection softly so she couldn't feel it. But she did. His arm was moving around on her breast, making her nipple hard. Up to now she'd been telling the story without much passion, but she started putting extra breaths into the dirty words. Emphasizing the 'P' in pussy, and drawing out the word 'cock' and 'fuck' to get as big a rise out of Brant as possible.

"The nerdy pledge fucked me for maybe ten minutes before filling my pussy with cum. I remember feeling it spurting into me while his face screwed up in ecstasy. After he pulled out of me, the older frat guy waved over another pledge and said, "your turn, Tony." He looked at me and said, "Take good care of him. He's my baby brother." So now Tony took off his pants and started fucking me right next to his brother. Tony was a gentleman, and put on a condom first. I dated him for a while after that because he'd been so thoughtful. Anyway, he fucked me a long time, but he couldn't outlast his brother. By the time Tony came in me, I was in the midst of an amazing orgasm. Then Tony's brother flipped Starla on her knees and started fucking her from behind and called over another pledge to fuck me from behind as well. I don't know if that guy had a condom or not. I don't even think I saw his face. By this time I was in a bit of an orgasmic fugue. It was like I was almost having an out of body experience. I don't know how long he took, but eventually he came inside me.

"Then another pledge was called up. By this time they'd formed a line, and some of them already had their dicks out, stroking them to be good and hard. Starla flopped on her back again, but this time lengthwise on the couch, so I laid the opposite way, so my head and hers were on each other's shoulders. This was a long couch by the way, without any armrests on the side. This couch was totally made for fucking. Anyway, Starla turned her head and started kissing me as the next pledge shoved his cock into my well-lubricated pussy. I didn't even look at this guy because I was focused on kissing Starla's luscious lips. All I know is that he was pretty big, and definitely wasn't wearing a condom. He finished up after a while, filling me up again with hot spunk. But Starla's guy was still going strong. He was like a machine.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 02



"Two more pledges fucked me in that position. All the while Starla and I kissed each other like crazy. I'd kissed a few girls by then, but never so long or so passionately before. I mean, she had her tongue all the way back to my tonsils, and I loved it. We moaned and shrieked into each other's mouths as we had orgasms at the same time. After the second pledge shot his load in me, Starla flipped over and kissed me upside-down. Then she crawled down my body working her way slowly down my neck and to my tits. She sucked them while I sucked hers. She had pretty large knockers... I loved the way they swept up and down my face as her guy fucked her."

Brant was in a haze of lust. This story had gone on far longer and with far more detail than he'd ever thought possible. Shit, Mrs. Foster was a total slut! He had been lightly touching his cock with his fingertips, but it was getting too dirty. She was intentionally touching his ear with her lips now, obviously trying to turn him on. There was no doubt about it. So he put the book aside and wrapped his right hand around his cock and started stroking it through the fabric.

"Then Starla kissed her way down past my navel and finally she buried her face in my pussy, which had to have been utterly overflowing with all those guy's cum. But she slurped and sucked and I could hear her swallowing every bit of it she could. It was totally hot. I wanted to suck her pussy too, but the frat guy was still fucking her. So I stuck out my tongue so his balls could slide back and forth across it as he pounded her pussy. He must have liked that, because he started pounding her extra hard. He roared like the Hulk as he finally shot his load into Starla's sweet pussy. The place went crazy. I'm pretty sure I saw some flashes of light as someone took pictures. When he pulled out, his big slimy cock flopped down on my face, so I sucked it into my mouth and slurped it clean of his cum and Starla's juices. When I was done, Starla lowered herself onto my face, and I ate the cream-pie out of her hot pussy. I'd never done that before. It was amazing!"

Lindsey knew Brant was jerking himself off, and it turned her on. She put her right hand on his thigh and squeezed it. She flicked his ear with her tongue, making him gasp in desire. Then she whispered, "Starla was cleanly shaven. I'd only ever eaten girls who were hairy before. It was pretty amazing. And I'd never eaten a pussy filled with cum either. And that guy must have shot a pint of it into her, because it was oozing out of her onto my tongue and all over my face. It was fucking delicious. I love eating cum, Brant. I want to eat yours."

In one sudden movement, she pulled his waistband down, and swiftly engulfed his cock in her hot, filthy mouth, not even bothering to pretend she was asleep anymore. She savored the sensation of his huge rubbery head sliding past her lips and across her tongue. Oh, god, he's so huge... so hard!

Brant was stunned once again. He looked to the side and saw a pair of eyes glittering in the dark. He couldn't see their face, but it had to be Denny Shannon, the nerd who played the flute. He'd seen Denny sitting there earlier. It was too dark to really see anything but shapes, but it had to be pretty obvious that Mrs. Foster was sucking his cock. But what could he do about it? He couldn't stop her. Mrs. Foster wanted to eat his cum, and he was determined to feed it to her.

He slid his right hand between her legs to feel her thigh. She was wearing a skirt today, so her skin felt electric on his hand. He moved his hand higher and higher, and her legs opened enough to let his fingers press into the wet mound of her panties. He felt transcendent as she whimpered on his cock. He put his left hand on top of Mrs. Foster's beautiful head, so he could feel her going up and down on him. It was total bliss. Let Denny Shannon watch. He didn't care. All that mattered was this moment. He didn't care if everyone on the bus saw what was going on. His fingers pressed between Mrs. Foster's pussy lips and found the hard lump of her clitoris through the panties. He started rubbing it, just as Tessa liked him to do to hers.

Lindsey was feeling insane. What the fuck am I doing? I'm sucking a student's cock on a bus full of kids... for the second day in a row! I am soooo dead! But when his hand started fumbling on her clit, she knew she couldn't stop until she swallowed his cum. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties open and pressed his fingers against her naked clit.

Brant was amazed by the feel of Mrs. Foster's pussy. Her pubic hair was tickling his knuckles as he plunged his fingers in her deep, soaking wet hole.

She pulled up, his cock popping loudly out of her mouth. For a moment, Brant thought Mrs. Foster was about to stop him... maybe he'd gone too far feeling her pussy... but then she pushed the armrest up, and yanked him so his ass slid into the center of the seats. Then she was straddling him, one knee on her seat, and her other foot on his. Oh, my god... Mrs. Foster's gonna fuck me!

Lindsey was utterly transported with lust. She desperately pulled her panties open, and put her hand on his huge cock and guided it up to her pussy lips. Then she slowly lowered herself, feeling her pussy stretch wider than it had in the longest time. She buried her face in his hard shoulder and whimpered as she lowered herself onto his meaty shaft. Then she pulled up again and started riding him, slowly, almost painfully.

"Shit..." he whispered, "let me get my condom, Mrs. Foster."

She gasped in his ear as she fucked his huge, young cock, "I'm... on... the pill."

Brant's cock grew rock hard inside Mrs. Foster's tight pussy. He ran his hands under her silky ass, and helped her go up and down. She was as light as a feather. Ten thrusts later, he felt his nuts contract and gouts of cum shot up into Mrs. Foster, his beloved teacher. She'd taken his virginity. It was hard to wrap his mind around, so he wrapped his arms around her wonderful little body as she kept bucking and thrusting. He didn't get soft right away, so she kept fucking him, desperately biting his shoulder to stifle her orgasmic screams. It was the most amazing moment of his life so far. But he looked over and saw the gleam of Denny Shannon's eyes watching everything. It was dark... what could he possibly see? But he had to be hearing these wet slapping sounds, the heavy breathing, and the muffled moans and grunts. We are so fucked.

Once Lindsey completed her orgasm, and her hormones leveled out again, she felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She rolled off Brad's softening cock and flopped exhausted back on her seat. Why did I wear a skirt today? Did I know I was going to fuck him? Someone had to have heard... It's over.. I'm screwed... disgraced... ruined!

Brant was dizzy with release. He brought the fingers he'd touched her pussy with up to his nose and took a deep whiff. I'm smelling Mrs. Foster's pussy. Shit, it smells great. It was a little funky but something about that smell shot right into his groin. His cock started getting hard again. He put his fingers in his mouth. He didn't really taste anything, but just knowing that he was sucking Mrs. Foster's pussy juice excited him. He turned toward her and put his left hand on her chest, to give her perky little breasts a squeeze. He'd been wanting to touch her tits for years, and now he was doing it. He'd just fucked her, and now he was touching her tits. Usually you did it in the other order, but this was good too. In fact, it was unbelievably good. She gasped as he pinched her hard nipple through the thin T-shirt she was wearing.

"Oh shit, Mrs. Foster," he whispered desperately, "That was fucking awesome!"

After a minute or two, she grabbed his hand and put it back in his lap. "That's enough, Brant. Someone will see."

He suddenly shared her concern. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Sorry Mrs. Foster... But I think someone did see."

A chill went through her heart. Fuck it, Lindsey, you idiot!! "Who?"

"Denny Shannon, I think. I could be wrong, but he's sitting by the window across the aisle, isn't he?"

She nodded. Denny Shannon. She was totally fucked now... Denny was Miss Ostiago's errand boy. He had just as big a crush on Miss Ostiago as Brant had on Lindsey. If he'd seen what they did, he was certainly going to blab. I'm fucking fucked beyond fucked!

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster," whispered Brant.

She squeezed his hand. "It's my fault. I don't know what got into me."

He laughed lightly, "My cock got into you." She snorted, trying to stifle a laugh.

They sat in silence for a while, trying to catch their breath. Brant pulled his pants back up, although his cock was standing at full attention again. Then Brant said, "You didn't finish your story."

She cracked up, laughing so hard that she woke up a few kids. When her laughter subsided, she leaned closer to him, almost cuddling against his big, hard shoulder. She whispered. "Okay... well... I lost count, but I'm pretty sure that all the pledges had their turn in me that night. I think there were ten or eleven of them. And the guy I sucked off first also fucked me before the night was over. If I remember right, two of the guys couldn't get it up, and I'm pretty sure they got blackballed for that. Maybe the frat was using me to sniff out gays or something. I don't know. Personally I love gay guys. But that fraternity definitely had a hetero-only orientation. Happily the Sorority was more openminded about that sort of thing."

"Did Starla become your... uh... girlfriend?"

"Sort of. We definitely played a lot of times before she graduated. She mostly became my biggest supporter. Apparently she was the most famous slut in the whole slutty group, and after she graduated I inherited her mantle. Considering how reckless I was, I'm lucky I didn't get pregnant sooner than I did. I was a total dumb shit. I went on the pill after that first party, just like all the girls in the sorority. But I was totally lazy about taking them. That's how I got knocked up. But it's not only my fault. I thought I might be ovulating the night Mark fucked me. I asked him to wear a condom just in case. It was dark and I took his word for it. But I guess he dropped the condom in the dark and didn't want to turn on the light. Still, I guess it was good for me in the long run though. My grades were steadily going downhill from all the coke I was doing."

"You did cocaine?"

"We all did. But I gave all that shit up when I got pregnant. Ironically, I became a much better student after I got knocked up. It usually goes the other way."

"I can't tell if you're sorry you got pregnant or not."

"I don't know either. Sometimes I think that little girl saved me from fucking up my entire life. I was really on a bender right before I got pregnant. But other times I just wish I could be free again. My husband can be a total dick sometimes... not always, but sometimes. Fuck. It's complicated. That's life, I guess."

Brant squeezed her hand. He felt so incredibly touched that she'd shared this private stuff with him. Maybe even a little more touched than getting the blowjob. He wanted to kiss Mrs. Foster, but it was probably not a good time to make a move like that. Weird... she'd just taken his virginity, but he was too shy to kiss her. Or maybe too respectful. She was married, after all. So he just sat there, holding her hand in the dark as the bus approached their next hotel. He had to let her hand go when the city lights got too bright. That was a sad moment.

He turned to Mrs. Foster and said, "What should we do about Denny? I don't want to get you into trouble."

She shrugged. "Well, I don't want you to beat him up, if that's what you mean. I don't think you could do it anyway."  He smiled. "Probably not."

"Don't worry about it. It was dark. He didn't really see anything. If he reports us, just deny everything. Would that be okay with you?"

"Absolutely. I'll never tell a soul, Mrs. Foster. I love you." He gulped.

She looked at him sharply, "Don't say that. I'm your teacher."

"Sorry. But I do."

She was horrified and touched at the same time. This had definitely gone way too far. There was no way she was going to fuck around with him again. No fucking way! It was bad enough having sex with a student, but if that student fell in love with her... shit, what could be worse than that? She wanted to tell him that it could never happen again, but there were too many people awake now to keep whispering like this, so she waited in silence as the bus navigated through Deming, New Mexico to the motel they'd booked for the night.

They arrived a little earlier than they had the night before, so Miss Ostiago said the kids could go swimming in the hotel pool for an hour, if they wanted. Even though the pool was officially closed, she'd talked the manager into letting the kids swim, as long as a few chaperones were on hand to make sure nobody got hurt.

Lindsey sat in a chair, watching about twelve of the forty-three kids from the senior bus horsing about in the pool (the other busses were at different motels nearby). Although it was a pretty warm night for December in New Mexico, it was still a little too nippy for most of the kids. So only the die-hards who never got to go swimming were there. Brant had gone to bed already, thank god. But Denny Shannon was there, splashing about like a baby duck. He was a scrawny kid with thick glasses, frizzy black hair and a bad complexion. He kept casting furtive glances in Lindsey's direction, but she was always staring right at him. She was hoping she might be able to intimidate him into silence. She also wanted to make sure that if he approached Miss Ostiago she would be able to intervene.

After a while, her withering stares had so thoroughly unnerved Denny that he clambered out of the pool, wrapped a towel around his shivering body, and headed off for his room. Lindsey asked Mr. Balantine to cover for her. She said she needed to go take a shit. Lindsey ran through the parking lot and intercepted Denny at the second landing of the wide motel stairwell.

"Hi, Denny. Cold night isn't it?"

Denny gulped. "Yeah. I guess."

"You saw us, didn't you?"

He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing like crazy.

"How old are you Denny?"

"Uh... eighteen."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean, am I sure? I think I remember my own birthday, Mrs. Foster. Uh... why do you ask?"

She walked right up to him. Although she was short, she was still a few inches taller than him. He backed up into the cinderblock wall, but she kept coming until her body was almost touching his. "What did you see, Denny? Tell me."

"Uh... I saw you... uh... you know... you and Brant..."

"Doing what?"

"Uh... you were... on top of him... doing it."

She smiled. "How do you know? It was pretty dark in the bus."

He shrugged. "I saw you going up and down. I'm not an idiot."

She sighed. "Okay, Denny. Busted. What do you need to keep your mouth shut?"

"What?"

"You heard me. What do you need?"

Denny gulped. His eyes were bugging out of his head. He couldn't speak.

"I think I know what you need. All you need to do is say it. Ask and it's yours."

He gulped again, and looked around. They were alone, but there were other kids who could come running up this stairwell at any moment. "Uh... It's okay Mrs. Foster. I wont' tell anybody."

"No, Denny. I need to be sure you'll keep it a secret. So... you can have anything you want. Anything. This is the offer of a lifetime, Denny. Don't waste it."

Denny looked at Mrs. Foster and saw that she meant it. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he was almost too terrified to put it into words. She'd think he was a total creep. But maybe she was right... maybe this was the chance of a lifetime.

"Well... uh... maybe... you could get me naked pictures of Miss Ostiago?"

Lindsey was stunned. "Really?"

"Yeah. Naked photos. Good ones. Like... showing her tits and pussy and stuff. That's what I want."

She smiled. "Denny, did I ever tell you how much I like you?"

He grinned.

"Here I thought you'd want me to suck your cock or something..."

He shook his head, "No thanks. I'd rather have naked photos of Miss Ostiago... unless you think you can get her to suck my cock..."

She laughed, "No. I don't think so." Apparently Denny hadn't figured that that Miss Ostiago was a lesbian, but that wasn't surprising. She'd kept it pretty well hidden. "I tell you what, Denny, if you keep your mouth shut, and I mean don't tell a soul what you saw or even hint at it, I'll do my best to hook you up with some nice photos. I'm sharing a room with her, so I think I'll have some opportunities to catch her in the buff. Will you give me until the end of the trip?"

He grinned widely and nodded his head enthusiastically. Then he threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly, getting her totally wet. "You're the best, Mrs. Foster!" Denny walked away like he was on air. He turned and said, "Wait, do you have a camera?"

 "Uh... actually... no."

"Let me go get mine." He ran off at top speed.

Lindsey had a grin on her face from ear to ear. She really liked that kid. She almost wished he'd wanted a blowjob after all. He was a total perv, but he knew what he wanted. It was a pretty tall order, but she had a few days to figure it out.

When Denny returned with the camera he showed her the basic functions. "There's also a movie camera setting here. That might be easier. Just set it up somewhere and let it record. It will go for half an hour or more. Maybe while she's taking a shower... I don't know."

"Good idea."

He looked at her and a darkness came over his face. "Oh, Mrs. Foster... Uh, I think Stan Field knows too."

"Shit!" Lindsey put her face in her hands. "How?"

"He's in the seat in front of you. I think he heard you guys. I saw him put his ear to the crack between the seats. You were making some pretty loud... uh... sounds... loud enough for him to hear, anyway. And if you guys said anything, he might have heard that too."

Lindsey took a deep breath. She walked up to Denny and shook his hand. "Thanks Denny. You're a great kid."

He smiled. Mrs. Foster was totally the coolest.

*

Lindsey went back to the pool. Sure enough, Stan Field was there. He was staring right at her as she came through the gate. He'd probably been looking at her earlier, but she hadn't noticed. Stan was a fat black kid, with an amazingly cocky attitude. She'd given him F's in every class he'd ever taken of hers. He was the worst student ever. He never did his homework and was always disrupting class. She'd sent him to the principal's office countless times. It wasn't because he was stupid or illiterate either. He was plenty smart. He was just a good for nothing jerk.

Stan stared at her with a wicked look on his face. There was nothing she could do but make her "anything you want" offer again. She chucked her head for him to follow her. She walked through the parking lot and through the stairwell out to the dark side of the building. She could hear Stan's flip-flops following along at a respectable distance. When he came around the corner, she led him behind a pair of dumpsters that were sitting out on the edge of a big vacant lot.

"So... Stan."

He grinned wickedly in the moonlight. "So... Mrs. Foster."

"Okay. Name your price. How about an A in English comp?"

"No thanks. I'm never gonna graduate. I think I'd rather have a fuck."

She snorted. "Yeah. I had a feeling you were going to say that. But here's the problem. I don't trust you farther than I can throw you..."

"Hey. No fat jokes!"

"Sorry... I didn't mean it that way. I meant that I doubt you'd keep it to yourself."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 02



His reputation had preceded him. "Well, you'll just have to trust me. Now, why don't you just come over here and suck my cock?"

She sighed. She hated this little jerk, but unless she was prepared to murder him and bury him in the desert, she really had no other choice. She squatted in front of him and pulled down his swimming shorts. She didn't need to ask if he was eighteen. He'd been put back several times already, partly because of the failing grades she'd given him, and everyone knew he was pushing twenty even though he was still only a junior.

She took his cock in her hand. It was already standing at half-mast, and was pretty beefy. Once she started sucking, she decided this wouldn't be too bad after all. His big fat belly was resting on top of her head, but she loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. It was only six inches long, but as thick as Brant's. Best of all, it started oozing pre-cum almost immediately. She liked it when guys oozed like that. Fluids really turned her on.

Stan was in shock. He'd never actually thought Mrs. Foster would go for it. His original plan was to blackmail her for cash. Hell, he could still do that. No matter what he did to her tonight, that would definitely not be the end of it. Oh... fuck. She was doing a great job on his cock. This was only his second blowjob ever. The first was given to him by his Uncle Stan; the man he was named after. That was a weird night. Uncle Stan and him had gotten wasted on some homemade fruit liquor, and even though neither of them were gay, they ended up blowing each other until they passed out in on the floor of the garage. They weren't blood relatives, but they were both pretty embarrassed about it anyway. He didn't even remember what that blowjob felt like. But it definitely didn't feel like this! Mrs. Foster's mouth and hands were amazing! He felt cum starting to surge in his balls in no time at all.

"Stop, stop! I don't wanna cum yet! I wanna fuck you first."

She stepped out of her panties and bent over for him.

"Get on your knees."

"There's glass out here, numb-nuts. Fuck me standing up."

"Fuck it." He grabbed Mrs. Foster's narrow hips and shoved his cock clumsily between her legs. He missed her pussy entirely, so she reached between her legs to help guide him in. She gasped and groaned in pleasure as his cock slid into her tight tunnel.

Lindsey was amazed at how great it felt. Maybe Brant had warmed her pussy up earlier, but whatever it was, she was super sensitive. She felt every little detail of Stan's shaft as it slid in and out of her tight pussy. She knew it was probably sliding through some of Brant's cum, which hadn't all leaked out of her yet. She hadn't been fucked by two different guys in the same day in years, and now she remembered how fucking awesome that felt.

She began to groan out loud, "Fuck, Stan... Wow... That feels great. Yeah, fuck me Stan... oh shit. Your cock feels wonderful. Oh, yeah... harder, Stan, harder.... Yeah, that's it. Oh... fuck, Stan! You are the man, Stan!"

Then the strangest thing happened... Stan started crying.

"Stan? Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, he just blubbered away as he fucked her. He'd never cried like this in his life. It was utterly unexpected. It was partly because he was no longer a virgin. But mostly it was because he'd been turned down by almost twenty different girls this year alone, and his self-esteem was in the absolute crapper. Not only was Mrs. Foster letting him fuck her... but she was clearly enjoying it. He'd always thought he was a big fat blob that nobody could ever want, but suddenly he felt like something else. He felt like a lover... a good lover... a great lover. Like Al Green. After about two minutes of desperate thrusting, he squirted his cum inside Mrs. Foster's tight pussy, but he never stopped blubbering the whole time.

For her part, Lindsey really enjoyed the feeling of Stan's fat cock in her pussy. At first she'd been hoping that he wouldn't last long, just to get it over with, but by the time he finished she was sorry he didn't last longer. She turned and saw Stan completely crying his ass off. Tears were rolling down his chubby cheeks, and big fat blobs of snot were pouring out of his nose. She wrapped her arms around him and he pressed his face into her shoulder and sobbed. She patted his short curly hair and said, "There, there." She had no idea what he was so upset about... maybe he was disappointed that he hadn't lasted very long. "Don't worry about it. You're young. Let's get you hard again."

Mrs. Foster squatted and started sucking his cock again, but even though he got hard as a rock almost instantly, he kept blubbering. He didn't want her to stop though, so he put his hands on the top of her head to gently guide his cock in and out of her mouth. He looked down at her and couldn't believe his feelings. He thought he hated this little bitch who'd given him all those F's. But now he realized that he loved her. He fucking loved her. Maybe he'd always loved her. Maybe that's why he'd been such a dick in her classes. And now his fucking cock was in her fucking mouth! He sniffed deeply, and regained his composure. She looked up at him, her beautiful doll-like eyes flashing in the moonlight.

"Oh, shit, Mrs. Foster. You're so beautiful."

She pulled back and his cock popped out of her amazing lips. "So are you, Stan. I love your cock." She started sucking him again, and this time he lasted a long time. She saw a dirty old rug a little ways out in the vacant lot, so she led him to it. Together they shook the dust and weeds off it and carried it back to the secluded spot behind the dumpsters. Then she laid on her back and he mounted her like a man. He touched her breasts, and she touched his. She liked the fact that his tits were larger than her own. She pulled up her shirt and bra so they could rub their tits together as he fucked her. She loved feeling the weight of Stan's fat body sliding up and down her little body as he slid in and out of her pussy. She loved digging her fingers into his fat, hairless butt cheeks.

"Oh, Christ almighty," he groaned. "I'm cumming, Mrs. Foster."

"Yeah, cum for me Stan. Fill me up," she said sweetly, looking into his eyes. He locked eyes with her as he squirted his seed inside her.

He collapsed on top of her. "Shit... I shoulda' wore a condom."

She wheezed under his weight, "Don't worry. I'm on the pill." She rolled him over and straddled him for a while. She reached for her purse and dug out her cigarettes and lit one up. "Fuck... that's good. I've been jonesing for a smoke forever."

Stan looked up at her in wonder as she sucked in smoke and blew it out.

"Stan... I didn't know you had it in you. You're a fucking great lover. Did you know that?"

He grinned, and his eyes filled with tears again. "I love you, Mrs. Foster," he blubbered, almost incoherently.

She smiled and kissed him on the lips. "If you love me, then you won't tell anybody about what we did here tonight." He nodded. Weeping like a child. She was convinced he meant it now... but would he remember this tomorrow? Or would he be back to his old mean self? "Stan... I want to make a deal with you. If you keep all of this to yourself, what happened between me and you, and between me and Brant... then the day you graduate, I'll let you fuck me again."

His eyes lit up, then they darkened again. "But ain't no way I'm graduating."

"Did you hear me, Stan? The day you graduate, and you will graduate, I'm going to let you fuck me again. And it's going to be way better than this. We'll do it inside. In a warm, soft bed."

He had a huge smile on his face. "I kinda like it under the stars like this."

"Then we'll do it on a mattress on the roof of Weatherman Hall."

"That would be fuckin' wicked. But ain't no way I'm graduating. It's impossible."

His cock was getting hard again, so Lindsey slipped it inside her one more time. Stan groaned.

"You feel this, Stan? Do you feel your cock inside my pussy? I want you to remember what this feels like. I want you to remember that this is what you are going to get when you successfully complete your education at Silver Lake High School. You need to stop skipping school, and stop disrupting classes. You need to start doing your homework and taking your education seriously. And I tell you what... I'll sweeten the deal... If you get accepted into college... WHEN you get accepted into college, I'll fuck you again. Is that a good deal, or what?"

"Shit. Really? You'd do that for me? I didn't think you liked me Mrs. Foster."

She squatted over him and started thrusting herself up and down on his fat cock harder than before, making him whimper with pleasure. "I like you just fine Stan. I like all my students. But you've been a lazy little bitch for way too long. It's time for you to nut up and fucking take charge of your fucking life. So, what do you say? Is it a deal?" She stopped thrusting and held out her hand for him to shake.

"Don't stop..."

"Shake on it Stan, or I'll walk away right now, and you'll never fuck this sweet pussy again."

He took her hand in his, a crazy smile on his face. She started humping again, this time nice and hard, slamming her little body up and down on his shaft.

Between thrusts, Stan grunted, "It's... a... deal...Mrs... Foster...Fuck!"

She grabbed his other hand too and he helped hold her up as she grinded herself on top of him, giving herself a powerful orgasm. Then he started coming too. But instead of letting him cum inside her, she pulled out, flicked her cigarette away, and sucked him off, wanting to swallow more of his young sperm. She'd skipped dinner and was hungry.

Some of the students in the hotel heard Stan's hoarse cry, but they thought it was a wild creature out in the desert.

Lindsey was dripping with sweat by the time she was through licking Stan's cock clean of cum. She snuggled with him, holding his softening cock in hand for a good long while, until the cold night air finally started making them shiver.

"I guess we better go to bed before the scorpions get us." She laughed, but Stan was suddenly terrified.

"Scorpions! Oh, hell no!" They ran, laughing, back to the hotel.

Before they went back into the light, Lindsey took Stan's hands. "Remember, Stan." She put his hand between her legs and let his fingers slip into the warm, wet slit. "This is yours to do with as you please, the night you graduate."

He looked at her like she was the angel of the lord. "Thank you, miss. I won't let you down."

"Good, because I want to feel your hard cock inside me again."

She kissed him on the lips, and sent him off.

A moment later he popped back around the corner. What the fuck now?

"Sorry... Uh... Mrs. Foster. I thought you should know. Willie Jones knows too. I told him. I feel so stupid about it now."

"Stan... It's okay. Do you think he's told other people?"

"I don't know. I'll ask him. We're roommates."

"Tell him you were jerking his chain earlier. Please. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure. That's a good idea. Only... I'm a terrible liar. There's no way he'll believe me."

She sighed. Would this night never end? She could feel Stan's cum starting to leak out of her loosening pussy. "You go to bed. Try to keep him from telling anyone. Tell him that if he keeps his mouth shut... I'll do him a solid."

Stan smiled. "Oh, shit. I don't think he'd want to fuck you though. He's got this thing about age. He says nobody should ever fuck anyone older than themselves. He gets plenty of tail, so I guess he can be picky."

"What do you think he'd want?"

"Money?"

"I don't have any money. I'm a school teacher."

"Oh. Maybe you shouldn't worry about it. He didn't actually see anything, so what can he prove?"

"I'm trying to protect my reputation, Stan. That's worth a lot to me. Anyway, tell him to keep it to himself until I can talk to him."

"Will do. Thanks." He smiled. He had a nice smile actually. She'd never seen him do anything but smirk before.

"Goodnight, Stan."

"Night, miss."

"Oh, and Stan. I just want you to know... I fucked you the first time tonight to shut you up. But the second and third times were because you're a great lover. You just remember that."

Stan walked away beaming from ear to ear.

Lindsey walked to her room in a happy daze. She was always like that after a good long fuck. Her pussy was still vibrating from the last orgasm. She sneaked quietly into the room, so as not to wake Miss Ostiago. She wanted to go right to sleep, but she staggered into the shower to wash the cum out of herself, smiling and humming the whole while. Oh fuck... that boy fucked the shit out of me. She was half asleep by the time she staggered out of the shower. She just crawled under the sheets next to Miss Ostiago, totally naked and dripping wet. She fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

That thing they say about the sleep of the righteous is bullshit. Sinners sleep pretty darned good too.

To be continued...

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Field Trip Follies Ch. 03



Notes

Hi! Here's the third installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking!

The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie's page and read her stories, "The Sun Felt Good On My Back" and "While Lindsey Is Away", for more stories about Lindsey and her family.

All characters in this story are over eighteen.

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DAY 3 -- MORNING

DEMING, NEW MEXICO and WESTBOUND

DECEMBER 30

At around six thirty in the morning, a ray of sunlight crept through the crack in the center of the heavy drapes and fell across Miss Ostiago's eyes. She stirred and was dimly aware that she was laying in bed next to her girlfriend, cuddling up close to Yvonne's warm, naked body. She gently ran her hand up Yvonne's soft thigh, across her fuzzy bush and up her belly, to cup one of her big breasts... but... wait... what? It feels smaller than usual... and there's no nipple ring...

Miss Ostiago opened her eyes and saw Mrs. Foster's sleeping face only inches away from hers. Her hand was on Mrs. Fosters creamy little breast, the hard little nipple nestled comfortably between her fingers. Miss Ostiago's first instinct was to pull away, but that would only have woken Mrs. Foster up. So she froze... with her hand on that pretty little teacher's naked tit. By god... she's soft. Much softer than Yvonne. And her face is so adorable. Mrs. Foster's eyelids and their long, dark lashes, were twitching. She was dreaming. Happy dreams she hoped.

Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She'd been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she'd touched another woman in all those years. It felt good. Too good. She was glad Mrs. Foster was straight. She didn't need temptation in her life right now, when things were going so good for her. Well... professionally anyway. Her personal life was another matter. She went to the shower and quietly masturbated under the stream of warm water, thinking about Mrs. Foster's soft skin, and pretty face.

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Lindsey woke to the sound of the shower running. All at once the crazy events of the previous day came crashing in on her.

Oh... shit. I fucked two students. I fucked two students. What the fuck were you thinking, Lindsey? You have to fix this!

She saw the silver camera Denny had given her sitting on the side table, and suddenly remembered her mission. She needed to take naked pictures of Miss Ostiago, to keep Denny from tattling on her. She grabbed the camera and quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked inside. The shower curtain was fogged over, but she could see Mrs. Ostiago's naked form behind the foggy plastic. She took a few snaps, but she knew those wouldn't satisfy Denny. She looked around the bathroom and saw that there was a little shelf on the wall with a stack of towels on it. She switched the camera to video mode and pushed the record button. Then she quietly put the camera between a couple of towels with the lens peeking out. She tilted the camera forward a little, to make sure it would capture the center of the room when Miss Ostiago stepped out of the shower to dry off. She left the room just before Miss Ostiago turned off the shower, barely having time to swing the door shut.

She put on her panties and a T-shirt and listened to Miss Ostiago drying off, suddenly terrified that she'd spot the hidden camera. How the hell would she explain that? But then Miss Ostiago bustled out into the room in her bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel. Miss Ostiago looked stunning. Her large breasts were dancing about wonderfully inside the terrycloth robe as she dried her hair. The robe was slipping open, revealing a lot of cleavage. Lindsey hadn't ever seen that much of Miss Ostiago's flesh before, because she dressed so conservatively. She had a sexy black birthmark right in the crack between her wonderful, olive toned breasts. It wasn't surprising that Denny wanted naked photos of her. With her long, straight bleach-blonde hair down, instead of in the tight ponytail, she was breathtaking.

Miss Ostiago... Lindsey didn't even know her first name... was a feminine lesbian, with a totally mannish dyke girlfriend that Lindsey only knew about because she'd seen them making out in a gay bar a few years earlier. Miss Ostiago's love of pussy didn't stop her from being a strict moralist. She was serious about enforcing dress and behavior codes at school, and was dedicated to keeping her band out of mischief. She was horrified at the idea that premarital sex might be going on under her nose, so she did everything in her power to make sure the kids in her charge had no time or energy to fool around. That focus and dedication had led to two years of great success for the Big Blue marching band. But it didn't earn her many friends. The kids generally feared her. So did some of her fellow teachers. She had a blazing temper.

Miss Ostiago looked at Lindsey suspiciously with her fiery blue Italian eyes, "What are you gawking at, Mrs. Foster?"

"Nothing. I was... I was just admiring you, to tell you the truth."

"What?"

"You have a smoking hot body, did anyone ever tell you that?"

"Certainly not!"

"I'm not kidding, Miss Ostiago. If I wasn't a married woman..."

"Please stop right there, Mrs. Foster..."

"Please call me Lindsey. You're not one of my students. We really should be on a first name basis, don't you think?"

"Oh... well... very well, Lindsey, as I was saying..."

"I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed. I don't even know your first name, Miss Ostiago."

"Er... Farinella... but nobody really calls me..."

"Oh, what a magical name! Farinella! Farinella. I love how it feels on my tongue. Farinella. Mmm. Thank you for telling me. I promise not to call you that in front of the kids, but I hope you don't mind me calling you that when we're alone."

Farinella was a caught off guard. "Uh... I suppose so. If you insist."

"Farinella. Wow. That's just an amazing name. Your mother must have loved you to give you such a pretty name."  Farinella smiled. Mrs. Foster had definitely touched her soft-spot. "My mother is an angel."

Lindsey beamed. "So is mine! I love my mother. She's my best friend... after my sister, I guess. I see her almost every day. She lives just a few blocks from me."

"How nice for you both."

 "It is. And you? Do you see your mother often?"

"My mother lives in Italy. I grew up there, but I came here for college and... well, I fell in love with America."

"You're an immigrant? I thought you were born here! I don't hear any accent."

"My father is American. I grew up speaking English and Italian."

"Oh, that must be great being bilingual. My parents are second generation Mexican Americans. They speak Spanish but I never really learned any. Do you visit your mother often?"

Farinella teared up a bit, "I visit my mother from time to time. But it's hard to travel on a teacher's salary..."

"Hey, I heard that there's a big band performance thing in Rome every year. Are you guys maybe going to go to that?"

Farinella smiled, "It's possible. I certainly hope so. I'd love my mother to see my work."

Lindsey sat up excitedly. "Where does she live... your mother? Oh, hold that thought... I have to pee." She ran to the bathroom and closed the door, having just remembered the camera. She snatched it from the shelf and checked it. The lens was fogged up slightly. She wiped it off and walked back into the room, with the video still recording.

 Farinella had thought Lindsey would be in the bathroom long enough for her to dress, so she tossed her robe on a chair and reached to open her suitcase. But then Lindsey came out of the bathroom. Farinella turned, holding one arm over her bare breasts, and the other hand over her womanhood.

"Mrs. Foster!"

"Lindsey."

 "Sorry... Lindsey... I thought you were urinating."

"False alarm. Anyway, you were telling me where your mother lives."

"Can I have a few moments to dress, please?"

"Are you shy, Farinella? There's no need to be. You've seen me naked."

"Well... I can't stop you from prancing about in the buff, but I have my dignity."

"Oh, we're just girls here. I need to get ready too." Lindsey casually put the camera down on a nearby table, and stripped her thin t-shirt off, making sure Farinella would have a nice view.

Farinella didn't notice that Mrs. Foster had just aimed a camera in her direction, because her eyes were riveted on Mrs. Foster's beautiful, bare tits. She couldn't look away.

"Please, tell me where your mother lives. I love Italy."

Farinella relaxed, dropping her hands from her breasts and pussy. "Well... You won't have heard of it, I'm sure. She lives in a little seaside town called Positano..."

"Oh, sure! I know Positano. It's on the Amalfi coast. We spent a day there on our honeymoon. Shit... That's a beautiful little village. Just beautiful."

Farinella smiled. "Yes. You're so right. It's beautiful..." Her voice trailed away as Lindsey peeled off her panties, and now both of them were looking at each other naked. Farinella felt her cheeks flush pink. "May I say... Mrs. F... Lindsey. You have quite a beautiful body yourself."

Lindsey smiled, "Well that means a lot coming from you. My goodness. Look at you. You must be one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Like a goddess of the ancient Romans. Come closer, Venus. Give me a better look." She was trying to get Farinella closer to the camera. Farinella blushed and walked toward her slowly. Her large, round breasts bounced delightfully as she walked. She had dark, fat nipples. Lindsey wanted to suckle them like crazy. Farinella also had a narrow waist, and wide hips. Lindsey was suddenly dying to know what secrets lie hidden under the fuzzy brown triangle nestled between Farinella's long, shapely legs. "Turn around for me, Farinella."

Slowly, awkwardly, Farinella turned, wondering why she was doing what this silly little English teacher was telling her to do. But it wasn't really a mystery. She was attracted to her. She'd always been a fool for a pretty face.

"Let your hair down."

Farinella unwrapped her hair from the towel. The long bleach-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She never wore it down around the kids because she knew it enhanced her beauty, and she didn't think it was proper to be sexual around students. But she enjoyed the reaction of wonder in Mrs. Foster's big brown eyes.

Then, to Farinella's delight, Mrs. Foster started reciting a poem.

"Backward she pushed him, as she would be thrust,

And governed him in strength, though not in lust.

So soon was she along as he was down,

Each leaning on their elbows and their hips;

Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown

And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,

And, kissing, speaks with lustful language broken:

"If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open".

He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears

Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;

Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs

To fan and blow them dry again she seeks.

He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;

What follows more she murders with a kiss."

Farinella was blushing bright red. Nobody's ever quoted poetry to me before. "That's beautiful... what is it?"

"That was my favorite bit of Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis. You remind me of Venus. She's the most beautiful goddess of all, but she has the hots for this Adonis guy who is obsessed with hunting. He doesn't give a shit about girls. But Venus won't take no for an answer, and plucks him from his steed and... 'Backward she pushed him, as she would be thrust, and governed him in strength, though not in lust.' That's Shakespeare's way of saying she pushed him to the ground and fucked him senseless." She giggled.

Farinella looked at her funny, "And I reminded you of that?"

"You're Venus. Burning with desire. I can almost smell it on you. I get the impression that your girlfriend isn't exactly floating your boat..."

Farinella's steel blue eyes opened wide. "What do you mean, 'girlfriend'?"

"Give it up, Farinella. I can smell a lesbian a mile away. I've seen the way you look at me for one thing. Plus I saw you and your girlfriend together at a gay bar a couple of years ago. But, hey, people are entitled to their secrets."

Farinella was stunned. But she saw the friendly smile on Mrs. Foster's pretty face, and she felt a warmth radiating deep inside her. It felt good knowing that somebody knew her secret. "What does the rest of the poem mean? I couldn't quite follow it."

Lindsey laughed. "Same old story. Once Adonis cums, he's itching to get back to his hunting hobby. Venus wants to snuggle and smooch. Adonis is ashamed of having sullied his pure, manly cock in her nasty old vagina and tries to say mean things, but she kisses him to shut him up. But that doesn't work for long. In the end he takes off and is killed in a hunting accident. I guess the moral is that if he'd chosen love instead of violence, he'd have lived a longer, happier life. I didn't recite up to that part, though. It's a long poem, and I only memorized the good parts." She giggled again, this time Farinella laughed too. It was a beautiful little laugh.

Farinella sighed, "Its sad to think that even Venus couldn't find true love."

"Oh? Aren't you in love?"

"I don't know. I used to think so. But lately... she barely notices I exist. She's totally an Adonis. Obsessed with her hobbies."

Lindsey's mouth opened wide. "Oh my god, Farinella. I know exactly what you mean! My husband barely notices me either. I didn't think a woman would be like that."

"Oh, but there you would be wrong. She just sits on her ass every night watching football..."  Lindsey grabbed Farinella's hands, "Now you're shitting me! Mine too! Every night! He records games all year long so he always has one to watch! Every fucking night!"

Farinella laughed, grinning wider than she'd grinned in years, "I don't know why... but it makes me feel good to know I'm not alone."

"Oh, you're not alone at all, Farinella." Lindsey hugged her on pure impulse. She'd never felt anything for Miss Ostiago... she was too intimidating, but Farinella was different. She loved Farinella instantly and recklessly. She wanted to open her heart up completely and let this beautiful, buxom woman in.

Farinella was shocked to feel Lindsey's little, naked body pressed into her own. Her pussy instantly reacted with a tingling sensation that shot through her entire abdomen. Her nipples contracted against Lindsey's collarbone, and she felt Lindsey's nipples growing hard against her ribcage.

Lindsey heard Farinella's gasp of longing, and she felt a wave of desire as well. She took a long, piercing look up at Farinella's beautiful, amazed face.

"Farinella, do you know what I decided to do yesterday? I decided to cheat on my husband."

"Oh, no, you shouldn't."

"I know, it's wrong... but what can I do? I'm a woman. I have needs. If he can't meet them, am I supposed to live like a nun?"

"No. Of course not..."

"And you? Are you supposed to live like a nun?"

"No... I shouldn't..."

Lindsey pulled Farinella's head down with both hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth. That had been the last thing on her mind just a few minutes earlier. But now she did it without reservations... with all her heart.

 Farinella's mind just about cracked open when pretty little Mrs. Foster kissed her. She had no idea Mrs. Foster was interested in girls. If she'd have known she never would have bunked with her. She didn't need that kind of temptation... but it was too late to do anything about it now... Mrs. Fosters sharp little tongue was invading her mouth... and soon their tongues were dancing... fireworks were exploding all around. Farinella felt a surge of joyful lust. I need this. Mrs. Foster's pretty little hands were squeezing her ass and running up and down her back, making her nerve endings fire like crazy. She had a sensitive back and hadn't been touched there in such a long time. Years perhaps. Yvonne only wanted her to strap on a dildo and fuck her in the ass with it. That was hardly very exciting. Yvonne would sometimes go down on her, but not very often, and not very skillfully.

Suddenly Mrs. Foster pushed Farinella back to the bed, and she fell to her back. Before she knew it, Mrs. Foster's pretty, doll-like head was between Farinella's legs, buried in her wet mound, pushing oven her pussy lips with that silken little tongue, and sucking her swollen clit with those pretty little lips. Farinella was groaning almost immediately... transported to another plane of existence. Nobody had gone down on her like this since she was in college. Yvonne preferred to use her fingers, shoving them inside insistently and invasively... but Mrs. Foster's tongue was gently circling her clitoris, minute after minute, patiently teasing her right up to the crest, then tipping her over into a trembling orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on, as she writhed and groaned on the motel bed.

"Oh.... Lord!!! Mrs. Foster! Oh... ohhhhhh... yes... like that... oh, lord... so good! So good, Mrs. Foster!"

Lindsey smiled in Farinella's pussy. She didn't care what name Farinella called her by. She was too happy eating the first pussy she'd had in five years! Farinella was a bubbling well of delicious liquid, and Lindsey gobbled her up. She lapped up and down the wet, silken lips, and flicked the tip of her tongue rhythmically on Farinella's tiny little clitoris. Sweet... so sweet. What a delicate little pussy she has! After a while, Lindsey gently inserted the tip of her finger into Farinella's tunnel. She didn't go all the way in, but gently massaged the swell of pink flesh just inside the opening, teasing little spurts of fresh pussy juice onto her tongue, as Farinella let out little groans of joy. Farinella's body was soon tensing up, and her legs were writhing uncontrollably as Lindsey took her on an orgasmic roller coaster ride.

Farinella was still gasping from the most powerful orgasm she'd had in years, when Mrs. Foster climbed up on top of her, carefully pushing her long hair out of the way, and straddled her face. She opened her mouth willingly, and stuck her tongue as deep inside Mrs. Foster's delicious pussy as she could. She sniffed deeply, her nose buried in Mrs. Foster's fuzzy patch of pubic hair. Lord, but I love the smell of pussy!

Lindsey was impressed with Farinella's skills. Yeah, definitely a lesbian! She was soon groaning in pleasure. She reached behind her to touch Farinella's dripping wet cunt. Suddenly she remembered that the camera was probably still on. She looked back at it and smiled. As she was watching, the little red light went out. Out of power, I guess... well... that should be enough to make Denny happy! Oh! Shit! Farinella's lips feel good... so good... and fuck, she has such a long tongue.... Shit, I can't believe how deep she's going! Shit! Farinella's long fingers expertly pinched her hard little nipples, just the way she liked them to be pinched. She could feel Farinella's pussy spurting juice onto her fingertips as she swirled her fingers over that tiny little clit.

"Oh, god, Farinella! Your tongue feels so fucking good. Oh... oh... oh shit... you're making me cum. Oh... oh god, oh god, oh god..."

They both had an orgasm together, trading "Oh God's" like they were in church. Somewhere in the middle of it, there was a knock on the door. They could hear kids running up and down the walkway, and more doors being knocked on.

"Shit!" said Farinella, muffled by Lindsey's pussy. "It's time to go."




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Lindsey repositioned herself so their pussies were pressed together. Then she kissed Farinella's face, licking up her own pussy juices, which were smeared all over her smiling face. Farinella writhed and moaned as they rubbed their pussies together. Lindsey said, breathlessly, "Can we continue this tonight, Farinella? In Pasadena?"

Farinella looked at her in amazement. I can't! I mustn't. Oh... lord... I'm so weak. "We have practice tonight... but... afterward... yes... please. I'd love nothing better, Mrs. Foster."

"Good. Then we'd better pack, or they'll leave without us!"

They laughed like schoolgirls as they threw their clothes on. They helped hook each other's bras, both taking time to squeeze each other's tits playfully, like they were girls again. When they were ready, they gave each other one last, hot, steamy kiss.

"Oh, is this yours?" Said Farinella, noticing the camera on the table.

Lindsey picked it up. The power was off. The battery must have run out. She was positively excited for Denny to see the movie she'd made. "No, it belongs to one of the students. Maybe you could give it to him for me. Denny Shannon. He's your assistant isn't he?"

Farinella laughed, a warm smile on her face, "I'll be happy to give it to him. You know, I do believe that boy has a crush on me. It's sweet, really... but such a waste of his energies. That's why I assigned him a seat next to Bitty Winter. She has a crush on him. That silly boy really needs to get interested in girls his own age."

Farinella started to tie her bleach blonde hair up in a tight ponytail, while she looked at herself in the mirror near the door. "Damn, I didn't have time to put on makeup."  Lindsey pulled Farinella's hands from her hair, saying, "Wear it down. It looks better this way. And you're crazy if you think you need makeup. Your skin is perfect."

They kissed again before going out onto the walkway. Suddenly Farinella was mean old Miss Ostiago again, and Lindsey was sweet, innocent little Mrs. Foster.

Lindsey stood in the hallway trying to think which of her many problems to take care of first... The hallway was roaring with students all yakking loudly with each other as they hauled their suitcases and instruments toward the busses. She suddenly felt a little dizzy. It was too loud to hear herself think, so Lindsey went back in the room, closed the door and sat on the bed and tried to collect her wits.

Her mind was zinging crazily from thought to thought... the crazy things she'd done the previous day... things she still needed to do to save her reputation... things she still wanted to do that could only make things worse... the smell of Farinella's pussy on her face...

She smiled as she breathed in the intoxicating odor. Farinella hadn't washed her face either. She probably wanted to smell Lindsey's pussy all day too.

God... that was so fucking great... but I'm forgetting something... something important... What the hell is it?

"Shit... Diana."

She hadn't called her six-year-old Diana once since the trip began. Or Mark, or Katie, or her mother. She hadn't thought about any of them in days.

She heard the bus honking. The first warning for stragglers. "Fuck!"

She fished her phone out of her purse. She'd turned it off to save power and had forgotten all about it. As soon as it was powered up, she saw a shit-load of voice messages for her from Katie and Mom. None from Mark, though. She remembered with relief that he was still out at sea on Naval maneuvers. Well, at least one of them won't hate me.

She dialed Katie's number.

Katie picked up after the first ring, "What the fuck, bitch? You said you'd call!"

"I know, I know..."

"Diana was fuckin' hysterical last night! It's a good thing Mark's out at sea, or he'd have called up the National Guard by now, to look for your skinny ass."

"Fuck! Fuck! I know! I'm a bitch! Is Diana okay?" Tears suddenly burst out of Lindsey's eyes.

Katie laughed like a crazy woman. "I'm just shitting you, sis. You are soooo easy! Diana hasn't even noticed you're gone yet. As a matter of fact, she's started calling me 'mommy'."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"So don't bother coming back. I like her. I think I'll keep her."

"You bitch."

"I am a bitch. Deal with it. So how's the bus full of screaming teens?"

Lindsey was silent. She's my best friend in the world... but should I tell her what I did?

Katie said suspiciously, "Lindsey... what did you do?"

"Who said I did anything?"

"Oh, my god... you did! You fucked someone. I know you did."

"Diana isn't listening is she?"

"No, she's out in the pool with Mom. Tell me all the details!"

"I don't have much time... I fucked up."

"Oh... shit." There was a long pause. "You fucked a student. Didn't you?"

"Two."

Katie laughed louder than ever. "Oh fuck! That is absolutely priceless!"

"I'm not joking around."

Katie stifled her laughter, hearing her sister's serious tone. "Sorry, sis. Yeah that's fucked up."

"You have no idea. I don't know what I was thinking."

"How the fuck did this happen, Lindsey? Have you been snorting?"

"No, that's what's so weird about it. I haven't been drinking even. I just... I'm just slipping, you know? I can't think straight."

"Who was it? Nobody underage... I hope?"

"No, of course not! They were eighteen and twenty."

"Lindsey. When you fuck up, you sure do fuck up big time. Shit... It's been ages since I've had young dick. Eighteen... mmm. They stay hard all night at that age... Wait... don't tell me... did you fuck Mr. Eighteen-inch Dick?" There was a pause. "You did! Oh, holy fucking Christ on a sandwich, Lindsey! Oh shit! That boy is so fine! I am so fucking jealous! How was he?"

Lindsey wanted to spew self-loathing at herself, but thinking about Brant's cock inside her made her giddy with glee. "Oh, Katie...he was fucking awesome! So big... and so cute. Oh shit. Oh shit, what am I gonna do? There are five more days of this trip! I have to stop fucking around with him! But I sit next to him on the fucking bus!"

"Well, first of all, Sherlock, you could try changing seats... wait. Oh no... did you... oh, don't tell me you fucked him on the bus. Oh you did. You did, didn't you!?"

"Yes. It was dark... but yes."

"Oh, snap!" Katie couldn't help but laugh again. "Lindsey! You've gone totally, fucking, crazy. You could lose your job! Oh... shit! You know what this is, don't you? You're regressing to your youth, sister dear! Just like that trip to D.C.! You went crazy then, just like you're going crazy now!"

"I don't know... maybe. Does it matter why?"

"You fucked a student on a bus full of students... unbelievable, Lindsey. What were you thinking? You could have been seen... oh... shit. Don't tell me, someone saw you, didn't they?"

"Three students..."

"Oh, the fuck you say! If three students know, then they all know by now! You're totally hosed."

"I don't think so... maybe... but I got to two of them in time to shut them up."

"How did you... oh fuck. You fucked them, right? Of course. That's your solution to everything."

"Stop it, Katie! You're just as bad as me, if memory serves. Need I remind you of Angela?"

"Touche'."

"Besides, I only fucked one of them... the twenty year old. And... fuck me... it was great too. I can't believe it. I mean this is a kid I absolutely hate! He's a fatty, and a jerk and a bully and a class cutter... but I fucking loved him fucking me." She sighed. "Katie, your big sister is officially out of her mind."

"And the other kid? You bribed him some other way?"

"I took pictures of Miss Ostiago for him... naked pictures. No... actually, I took a video of me and her having sex."

"Lindsey!" Katie was speechless for a few seconds. "Fuck... You scored pussy too? You've only been gone two days!"

"This morning... not ten minutes ago. I can still smell her pussy on my face." She hummed happily as she breathed it in.

"Oh... fuck. What the hell, Lindsey? Okay, getting some nice teacher pussy in the morning, I'm down with that... but videotaping it? What were you thinking? Obviously, you're not. It's like you're nineteen all over again. You have to destroy that tape!"

"It's too late... he probably already has it by now."

"Lindsey, listen to me very carefully. The other stuff is deniable, but you can't have a sex tape. You just can't. Those things go viral every fucking time."

"It was just me and a teacher... she's in her thirties, by the way. Fucking hot. Beautiful tits... and such a sweet lady, really, underneath her prickly exterior."

"Focus, Lindsey! Focus! You need to get your shit in order! Think of Diana! Think of your fuckin' job, girl! And Mark will fucking murder you. You know that."

Lindsey collapsed on the bed and looked up at the sparkly ceiling. "Katie... you know, I always used to think you needed me to watch out for you. But it's the other way around, isn't it?"

"Don't get all mushy on me, sis. You said that someone else knows? What are you going to do about them?"

"I don't know. I'll do whatever I have to, I guess."

There was a long pause. "Shit, Lindsey. Promise me not to fuck that boy again. Promise me."

"I promise."

"I don't believe you, Lindsey... uh, oh... Here comes Diana. Diana, mommy's on the phone!"

Lindsey stood up, and wiped the tears from her eyes as Diana's piping voice came on the line, "Mommy! I swam all the way across!"

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful, pumpkin!"

The bus honked again, this time it was a long sustained honk. Lindsey grabbed her bags and ran down the empty hall as Diana blathered kid-stuff in her ear.

By the time she reached the parking lot two of the busses had already left and Miss Ostiago was waiting impatiently by the door. She shouted, "Hurry up Mrs. Foster! We haven't got all day!" She looked incredibly pissed, but when Lindsey scuttled past, Farinella gave her a little wink.

As Lindsey made her way to the back of the bus, Diana told her all about the dress her grandmother had bought her. Along the way she passed Willie Jones. He looked at her impassively from behind his dark sunglasses. How much does he know about me and Brant? Willie was a devilishly handsome, seven-foot tall black teen with a cleanly shaven head. He was the star player on the basketball team before an injury to his arm forced him to retire. Now he played the cymbals in the marching band, and he seemed perpetually angry about his sudden decline from greatness.

As Lindsey approached her seat she saw Stan Field, smiling at her with a wide, sheepish expression on his face. She smiled back and even blushed remembering their crazy hour together behind the dumpsters the night before. When she got to her seat at the back of the bus, she motioned for Brant to sit by the window, which he eagerly did. She sat on the aisle and waited for Diana to finish blathering. The kids were making so much noise she couldn't hear anything Diana was saying.

Finally she had to interrupt, "That's good, sweetie! Mommie has to go! How about I give you a call in a while and you can tell me all the rest!"

She couldn't quite hear Diana's response, but she felt a weird sense of disconnect from her own daughter. She waited until she heard silence, then she hung up. That was weird. She loved talking to Diana. But this time... she just wanted to get off the phone as fast as possible. I have a million things to take care of, goddamn it!

"Morning Mrs. Foster," said Brant. She turned to see his smiling, adorable face. She felt a flush of happiness flow through her. Fuck yeah. My boyfriend loves me.

Wait. Did I just think of him as my boyfriend? But... I guess he is my boyfriend... sort of. I want to fuck him again... but I can't. Not on the bus. Not on the bus. Maybe... maybe tonight in Pasadena? Fuck, he's cute. NO! I can't! Shit!

"Did you sleep well, Brant?"

He grinned with a twinkle in his eye, "Best night's sleep ever. I wonder why?"

She looked at him with a blank expression, not wanting to lead him on. "Have you read more of that book I lent you?"

"Uh... not since last night..."  "Why don't you read some more now. Okay?"

He took the hint. There were things she needed to take care of.

Now... where to begin? I need to get that camera back.

She looked over to her left, across the aisle. Denny looked back at her blankly. Had he seen the tape yet? She doubted it, based on that expression on his face. Maybe Miss. Ostiago hadn't given him the camera yet.

No such luck. The moment the bus pulled onto the freeway, Denny took the camera out of his pocket. She wanted to snatch it out of his hand... but then she thought, what's the harm in him seeing it one time before I delete it? He doesn't have a computer with him to download the pictures on. She felt a wicked thrill anticipating what he'd make of the tape.

He looked at her with a quizzical expression, perhaps wondering why Miss Ostiago had given him the camera instead of her. Lindsey arched her eyebrows at him and mouthed the word "video". His eyes grew wide. He replaced the battery, and fished a pair of earbuds out of his backpack and plugged them into the camera. Then he turned with his back to the window, so Bitty Winter, the geeky girl sitting next to him wouldn't see what he was looking at.

Lindsey observed in thrilling anticipation as Denny watched more and more of the video. His eyes got wider and wider, and his mouth opened. He also brought his skinny legs up onto the seat, probably to hide his growing erection. An almost pained expression came on his face, then he looked over at Lindsey with a crazy expression. He must have reached the part where Lindsey stepped into the frame naked, and hugged Mrs. Ostiago.

Suddenly, Denny turned off the camera, and looked desperately around. He jumped into the aisle over his seat-mate, almost bumping Bitty Winter on the forehead with the huge erection in his pants. He just about broke the bathroom door yanking it open and scrambling inside. Bitty had looked right at Denny's hard-on, and now had a bit of a shocked expression on her dorky face. Her freckly cheeks turned vivid red. Lindsey stifled her laughter.

Brant turned and said, "What's funny, Mrs. Foster?"

"Oh, nothing, Brad... I'll tell you later."

Denny was in a daze of crazed lust. The second he got in the bathroom he restarted the video from the beginning and whipped out his cock and started stroking it. It was a tiny little screen and the image was a little fuzzy, but it was more than he'd ever hoped for. He was actually looking at Miss Ostiago opening the shower curtain and drying off her naked body.

Naked! She's totally naked! Yeah!

It was amazing to actually see those nipples he'd dreamed of for so many years. They were darker and fatter than he'd imagined, and her breasts were rounder and larger than he'd imagined too. Maybe Miss Ostiago wore tight bras, or clothing with high necks to cover them. They were spectacular tits! And her dark brown bush... somehow he'd pictured her as being cleanly shaven, but there was something stunningly earthy and lovable about that hairy bush of hers. He stroked his cock like a madman as she dried her hair, her breasts bouncing right in front of the camera lens, which was fogging slightly as if it was turned on by her astonishing beauty. Then she put on a robe and walked out.

Denny forwarded the little movie to the point when Mrs. Foster took the camera out lf the bathroom and caught Miss Ostiago naked next to her bed. So beautiful. And when Mrs. Foster put the camera down on a table and told Miss Ostiago to walk over and turn 360 for her, that was priceless. He loved the beautiful, wistful look on Miss Ostiago's face as Mrs. Foster recited the poem to her.

He had to admit, he was still a little shocked learning that Miss Ostiago was a lesbian. But then... maybe it wasn't so strange after all. His mothers were lesbians. They'd adopted him when he was seven and lately he'd been lusting after both of them like crazy. He'd even hidden a camera in their bedroom a few times trying to catch them doing it. But so far, no luck. Maybe if they'd adopted him at a younger age he wouldn't have such inappropriate thoughts. Anyway, it was a lot better to be lusting after Miss Ostiago instead of Mom and Mother.

Then the movie reached the point where he'd stopped it earlier. Mrs. Foster, naked as a jaybird, had stepped in front of Miss Ostiago's beautiful naked body and hugged her. That had just about given him a heart attack, and now it was making his cock throb harder than ever before. They talked for a minute... then suddenly Mrs. Foster was kissing her!

They're kissing! My teachers are kissing each other!

He was whipping his cock double-time now, his heart pounding out of his scrawny little chest.

Then he saw something that was so awesome that he had to stop stroking himself entirely. It was beyond the wildest dream he'd ever had, and he had pretty wild dreams. Mrs. Foster pushed his beloved Miss Ostiago onto her back and started eating her pussy.

Oh... shit.

His mind went blank. It was absolute brain overload. Miss Ostiago's voice was screaming out of his ear buds. His head was filled with her orgasms. He gave his cock one stroke and a gout of cum erupted out of him all over the bathroom door. But he didn't stop stroking himself. The video went on and on for fifteen... twenty more minutes. He could see Miss Ostiago's tits rolling around as she was eaten out... he could see, just barely at the bottom of the frame, Mrs. Fosters pretty pink slit, aimed right at him.

Someone banged on the door. "Hey, finish up in there! I gotta take a shit!"

But Denny didn't hear a thing. Mrs. Foster crawled up on Miss Ostiago's body, and shoved her pussy in Miss Ostiago's face. Oh fuuuuuuuuck! He was stroking his cock hard and deep now, arching his back so far he could have snapped like a twig if he bent any farther. He was looking between Miss Ostiago's perfect legs. They were wide open, and Mrs. Foster was reaching back to finger her, pulling those amazing hairy lips open so Denny could see the pink, forbidden wetness inside. As Mrs. Foster thrust her fingers inside his beloved teacher, he thrust his cock into his hand and he came again, shooting more sperm on the door. Mrs. Foster looked back toward the camera and smiled.

He would have kept going but the tape ended there, having run out of memory. The image was frozen with Mrs. Foster smiling back at him, her fingers buried in Miss Ostiago's perfect pussy... Now the door was rattling like crazy. Someone was trying to yank the door off its hinges. He heard Mrs. Foster's voice saying, "Stop it Gary!"

"But I gotta take a shit! You want me to shit in my pants?" The bus was filled with the roar of fifty laughing teenagers.

Denny yanked his pants back up over his still-stiff cock and madly wiped his cum off the door, succeeding in only smearing it around a bit.  There was an authoritative knock on the door.

Miss Ostiago's voice came from the other side, "Are you okay in there, Denny?"

He croaked, "Yes, Miss Ostiago," and opened the door. There she was, his goddess, towering over him, her massive, life giving breasts staring him in the face... her stern, yet loving face looking down at him in compassion. And her bleach-blonde hair was down, beautifully cascading over her shoulders. She looked utterly beautiful. He had only a second to look at her before Gary Blunt, a bulldog of a boy, pushed his way past both of them and into the bathroom, yanking the door shut behind him.

 There was pandemonium on the bus. Everyone was laughing at Gary's hilarious emergency. But Denny was happy to see that Miss Ostiago wasn't mad at him. Actually, she'd been nicer all day than he'd seen her in a long time. He grinned. He knew why.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 03



Lindsey was looking at the small silver camera in Denny's hand, which was only a foot away. All she needed was a little distraction and she could snatch the camera out of his hand.

Miss Ostiago said, "Are you sure you're okay Denny?"

Right at that moment, the bus went over a bump in the road, then braked. Denny fell forward, just as Miss Ostiago grabbed a seat back. Denny's face smashed right into her breasts, knocking her loose, and they both tumbled to the floor. For a few seconds, Denny enjoyed the insane joy of Miss Ostiago's tits in his face.

Miss Ostiago was intensely aware not only of the face pressed into her breasts, but the hard erection that was poking into her thigh. She started laughing. She hadn't laughed this hard in years. She pushed Denny, stumbling to his feet, and accepted his hand as he helped her to hers.

The kids fell silent for a few moments. Nobody had actually heard Miss Ostiago laugh before. But now she was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. Soon everyone was laughing along. It was a great moment.

But then Lindsey looked in Denny's hand the same moment he did. It was empty. The camera... where's the camera?

When the pandemonium died down Denny said, "Miss Ostiago. I dropped my camera."

 Lindsey jumped up eagerly to help them look for it. Although they searched up and down the bus, along the floor and up in the luggage rack, the camera was nowhere to be found.

Lindsey felt sick. Oh holy fuck... Katie was right... that fucking video. It's out there now. It's out there. It's fucking out there...

Lindsey felt panic rising in her heart. The worst-case scenario was about to come true. That damned video was going to go viral. That's what always happened these days with videos like that. She was screwed... but worse than that, Farinella was screwed. She didn't deserve that. She had to get that camera back. But... maybe it was just lost. One or two windows were open a crack... maybe it had flown out a window?

Lindsey walked to the center of the bus and got everyone's attention.

"One of your fellow band-mates has lost a small silver camera. I saw it in his hand right before he fell over. I want everyone to stand up and make sure it didn't land somewhere crazy. Maybe its inside a book-bag, or tangled up in a jacket..."

As the students stood up, Lindsey looked at them, studying to see who was helping, and who wasn't.

Got you! She saw Dana Lee Pruitt share a smug little smile with her friend Alyson Ferrie. They didn't bother looking very hard for the camera, because it was obvious to Lindsey that one of those girls had it. That was good news and bad news. It was good to know who had the camera, but bad because Alyson's mother was a lawyer, and a very litigious lawyer at that. Alyson had been caught cheating on a test in Mr. Bellingham's class, but when he accused her, she pitched a fit and called her mother on her cell phone and pretty soon Mr. Bellingham was on the defensive. By the time things were sorted out, Alyson had destroyed the evidence, so Mr. Bellingham had to apologize to her in front of his whole class. Lindsey hadn't been there, but she believed Mr. Bellingham's story because one or two students had seen Alyson eating something during the scuffle... probably a cheat-sheet.

Anyway, there was no way she would be able to accuse Alyson of anything openly without making a federal case of it. Someone would end up confiscating the camera as evidence and then they'd see what was on it... and then the shit would most definitely hit the fan. But if she didn't get the camera back those two little minxes would show it to every kid in school. I'm screwed either way...

She pulled Farinella aside. "Miss Ostiago... I don't want to accuse anyone of anything, but I think I know who has the camera."  "Who?"

"I'd like to investigate a little first... split the two suspects up. I wouldn't want to raise a stink if I'm wrong. One of the girls is Alyson."  Farinella made a sour face. She hated cheaters and thieves. But Alyson was their best twirler. She did all the most complicated moves. She nodded, and whispered. "I hope you're wrong about Alyson. The Big Blue can't afford to lose her. She's our star. If she has the camera..."

"Don't worry. As long as she gives it back, nobody needs to know."  "So... how do you intend to handle this?"

She thought for a minute. "Send her back to my seat in a few minutes. Say she needs to switch seats with Brant... that you want to split the girls up because they're making too much noise or something. I'll tell Brant to keep an eye on Dana Lee, just in case she's the one who has it."

"Okay. Try to be discreet. If one of those girls starts to raise a fuss, or Alyson calls her mother, then I'll have to step in."

Lindsey whispered lighter than before, "Thanks, Farinella."

Farinella gave her a tiny little wink, "Good luck, Lindsey."

By the time Lindsey got to the back of the bus, Denny was beside himself with angst. Lindsey put up a hand and said, "Don't worry. I'll find your camera. Just sit tight."

He nodded tensely, his head looking like it might pop right off his skinny body. Lindsey noticed that Bitty was blushing, and looking sideways at Denny's lap. He was so nervous he wasn't bothering to cover the raging boner in his pants.

Lindsey sat down and immediately turned to Brant. "I need your help. I don't have time to explain, but I think Dana Lee or Alyson has Denny's camera. In a minute Alyson is going to come back here to switch with you. When you're up there, make sure you keep an eye on Dana Lee. But don't say anything or do anything. Just make sure she doesn't pass anything to anyone else, and see if she is trying to hide anything. Fuck... if you see the camera, just go ahead and grab it and bring it back here, but otherwise, just keep your mouth shut and... oh, here she comes."

Alyson slumped up, clutching a purse under one arm. She had an angry, sullen look on her pretty face. Alyson was a beautiful girl, with full, bright red hair, and a stunning figure. But her face was haughty and savage, with eyebrows that had been plucked into a narrow, severe little line, and pouty lips that were perpetually drawn back into a sneer, except when she was performing.

She said, petulantly, "Miss O said I'm to switch with Brant."

Lindsey stood to let Brant out.

"Hi, Alyson. Have a seat."  "What's this about? Miss O wouldn't say."

"Have a seat. Please."  Alyson sighed dramatically, then plopped down by the window.

Lindsey looked at her. She definitely looked like she was hiding something in her purse, considering the way she was clutching it. She looked around lazily, chewing a mouthful of gum.

"Miss Ostiago thinks highly of you, Alyson."

She shrugged.

"She says you're the star performer of the Big Blue."

"I guess."

"What instrument do you play?"  Alyson snorted. "I play my body."

Lindsey laughed, "Really? How so?"

"I twirl."

"Batons?"

"No, bowling balls... Of course, batons!"

"Well, some girls twirl flags."

"I do that too. But I do the batons better than anyone, so I march at the head of the band, in front of the banner and the drum major, twirling and tossing. Marching bands don't usually have twirlers in parades. Too easy to drop the baton, but I have a knack for it I guess. I never drop my batons."

"I love how you said you 'play your body'. That was a lovely way of putting it. I've told you more than once that you have a wonderful turn of phrase. I was disappointed you didn't take my honors writing class. You're quite talented."

"Yeah?" Alyson looked at Mrs. Foster, and smacked her gum. She hated reading and writing, but she had to admit, she loved Mrs. Foster's classes. She was a pretty fun teacher. And she looked so much like Teresa, it was eerie. Teresa was her favorite Barbie doll. It was the only one she kept after she decided to give all her toys to her little cousins. Teresa had pale brown skin, and beautiful brown eyes, and long brown hair, just like Mrs. Foster. They even had similar builds. As a result she'd always thought Mrs. Foster was cute... an absolute living doll.

But now she didn't know what to think... not after what she'd seen on that little camera screen.

"Alyson," Lindsey said, leaning in close and lowering her voice until it was just barely audible, "I know you have the camera."  "How dare you...?"

"Shh." Mrs. Foster silenced her with a sharp little move of her hand. "Alyson. If Miss Ostiago finds out you have it, she'll have to send you home. You don't want to miss the Rose Parade, do you?"

Alyson's severe expression evaporated instantly, and her eyes misted over. "No."

"Then give me the camera now, and nobody will ever know you took it."

Alyson sheepishly retrieved the camera from her purse. Lindsey was sitting sideways, so nobody, particularly Denny, could see the exchange.

Lindsey slipped it into her own purse, but not before noticing that there was an image on the little screen. She looked closer. Shit. She was straddling Farinella's face, smiling right back at the camera, her fingers buried in Farinella's cunt.

"Did you look at the image?"

Alyson nodded, her eyes wet with tears.

Shit. "Do you know who those two people are?"

"You and Miss O. But don't worry. It's cool with me. I won't tell anybody."

Lindsey didn't know what to say. She'd hoped that since Farinella's face wasn't in the shot, she wouldn't be recognizable.

"How do you know... I mean, it's pretty obvious it's me... but..."

"She has a birthmark on her knee. I've seen it in class. Plus I saw her naked once, getting dressed before a concert."

Lindsey was relieved she had the camera back... but how do you get someone to un-see what they've already seen? "Dana Lee saw the image too, I suppose." Alyson nodded.

Lindsey sighed. "Okay. Thank you for the camera. I won't tell Miss Ostiago, so don't worry. You're safe... as long as you don't tell anyone what you saw on that camera."

Alyson's face was a mask of relief. She nodded and sniffed. "No. Of course not. Nobody would believe me anyway. You're a married woman, and everyone totally thinks you guys are straight. I shouldn't have taken the camera... but after I saw the image on the screen, I wanted to see what else was on it. I was gonna give it back tomorrow. Honest. But I'm glad you have it back. I don't like being a thief."

"Well... I guess you can go back to your seat now. Please send Dana Lee back.... I need to talk to her too."

Alyson didn't move, but looked down at her lap. Then she looked up again, a searching expression on her face. "Can I ask you a question, Mrs. Foster?"

"Certainly."

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"You know... being with a woman?"

Lindsey was amazed. Suddenly she knew. Alyson's a closet lesbian. "It's wonderful, Alyson. Have you ever...?"

Alyson shook her head so hard that tears flew out of her eyes, "No, no... but... I want to... I just don't know... how."

"Don't know how?"

"I mean... nobody knows I'm... like this... nobody knows... uh..."

"That you like girls?"

"Yeah. Nobody knows. My Mom would disown me. She hates dykes. And Dana Lee... Shit." She looked at her lap again.

"You have a thing for Dana Lee?" Alyson nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "But she doesn't know, is that it?" Alyson nodded. "I see. That's a painful position to be in. I once had a crush on a girl when I was your age... you're eighteen?"

Alyson nodded, "Yeah. Dana's nineteen. She's been my friend since I was seven. She got herself put back a grade a few years ago so she could be put in the same class as me. She had to act like a total asshole for a whole year to get put back... she's the best friend I ever had... I..." She whispered, her face red, and tears streaking down her face, "I love her, Mrs. Foster! I don't know what to do about it! I can't... what if she doesn't feel the same way about me? Fuck. She'll hate me. I can't... I can't lose her... she's my best friend in the whole world. But... I love her." She sniffed loudly.

Lindsey fished some tissues out of her purse and handed them to the poor girl. She liked Alyson for the first time ever. She'd always thought she was a stuck up little bitch, but now she realized that Alyson was just pissed off that life was so damned complicated.

Alison said, "You said you had a crush on a girl? What did you do about it?"

"Oh... well, Tina Parker wasn't my best friend, so I had nothing much to lose. Still, it was hard as hell bringing myself to approach her. But I did. It was hard, but it worked out okay."  "Yeah?"

"Yeah, Tina was the first girl to eat my pussy."

 Alyson's face lit up. "Really?"

"Shit yeah. I just had this feeling Tina was a lezzie. I'm bi, not gay, by the way, but that girl... well, you remind me of her. She was pretending to be straight because everyone expected her to be. That's what I suspected anyway. And, fuck, I had the hots for her so bad. I used to look at Tina in the school shower. She always showered with her curtain open, so I'd pick the shower opposite hers and peek trough a little crack in my curtain, masturbating the whole time, wishing I had the guts to just go for it. Tina was so cute! She was this little chubby girl who was a few inches shorter than me, but with huge, soft pink breasts. I just wanted to wrap my lips around her nipples so bad..."

Alyson's eyes and mouth were wide open. Lindsey noticed Alyson's nipples making an appearance in her red T-shirt. Lindsey felt a powerful thrill turning this girl on. She never talked to students like this... but somehow all the rules she'd been following for five years no longer seemed all that important.

"One day after gym class Tina and I were assigned to drag the pads back into the equipment room together. The whole time we were dragging them, I was thinking, 'this is it, Lindsey. This is the moment. You have to go for it now!' I had no idea what to say to her. I thought it would be rude to just ask her if she liked girls, but I thought maybe she'd appreciate the honest approach. Anyway, I was revving myself up the whole time we were walking, certain that I'd chicken out. But once we got in the room, I closed the door and walked up to her and just kissed her on the lips."

"Oh shit! Really?"

"And not just a little peck. No... full French. I stuck my tongue down Tina's throat. And what do you know? She stuck her tongue down my throat too and pretty soon we were desperately pushing each other against the stacks of pads, and knocking balls off the ball rack, and falling all over the place. I mean... we both went absolutely crazy. Before I knew what was going on, we were peeling each other's shirts off, and she pulled down my sports bra and started sucking my nipples and I thought, 'yeah... definitely a lesbian.' She was the first girl I ever went that far with. Oh, I'd done plenty of kiss practice with my friends and my sister, but Tina was sucking my tits, and then I was sucking hers, and I loved every second of it.

"Before I knew it, Tina pushed me to the ground and yanked off my shorts and panties, and before I knew it she'd buried her face in my pussy. Oh, fuck, Alyson... I was in seventh heaven. It was a-ma-zing. A while later, I returned the favor."

Alyson was breathing heavy, her eyes half lidded with lust. "What did she taste like, Mrs. Foster?"

"So sweet, Alyson... so fucking sweet." Lindsey was looking at Alyson's pretty, pouty lips. She licked her own, and started to move in for a kiss... Oh, hell no. What the fuck is wrong with you, Lindsey Foster? But brought herself back from the brink. She took a deep breath, and whispered in a calmer voice, "One of these days you'll find out for yourself. Believe me, you'll like it."

Alyson looked out the window, lost in thought, her heart racing. Was Mrs. Foster just flirting with me? Fuck! I thought she was going to kiss me there for a second... God... I wonder what her lips feel like? Oh... shit... I wonder what her pussy tastes like?

After a while, Alyson turned back to Lindsey. "But... what do I do about Dana Lee? How do I...?"

"I tell you what, Alyson... since you're being so wonderful about this whole thing. I'm going to feel out Dana Lee for you. I'll figure out if she's got similar yearnings and let you know."

"And if she doesn't?"

"If she doesn't, then I'll fuckin' eat you out myself."

Alyson gasped, and Lindsey instantly realized she was doing it again. Being massively inappropriate. Lindsey, you big fat idiot.

"I'm kidding. Just kidding. Forget I said that." She saw a tiny little flash of disappointment in Alyson's eyes. Fuck... this girl is actually interested. Shit... that's the last thing I need. "Seriously. I'm a teacher. I could lose my job for just saying that to you."

"Oh, I won't tell a soul, Mrs. Foster. I didn't think... I mean... I've always thought you were really cute. But I didn't know you were..."

"Really, Alyson. Don't get all worked up. It's no big deal. Just go back to your seat and send Dana over, and I'll see what I can do for you."

They stood up and as Alyson passed her, she suddenly hugged Lindsey tightly, dripping tears and snot on her neck. Lindsey felt a surge of lust from the touch of Alyson's young body pressing against hers.

Oh shit... I am going to suck this girl's pussy before this trip is over, I just know it. I'm going to try not to, but I'm going to do it anyway... I'm out of control. I am out of fucking control.

She turned to see that Denny staring at her. She'd hidden the camera from him, so he didn't know she had it. She held out her hands empty. "Hang on Denny. Still working on it. Don't worry. I'll find your camera."

She waited until Dana Lee walked up. Dana was a few inches taller than Lindsey, and totally flat chested, with long, straight, blonde hair, and an almost anorexic build. She had a tight, pinched expression on her narrow, beautiful face.

"Have a seat, Dana Lee."

Dana sat by the window, her lips screwed tight. Lindsey decided to cut straight to the chase. She was impatient with all this pussyfooting around.

She whispered, "Alyson is a lesbian."

Dana's eyes widened, and her pinched expression immediately softened with surprise. That's the last thing she ever expected to hear anyone say.

"Maybe you didn't notice it, but it's true. She's terrified to tell you. She thinks you'll hate her."

Dana blinked several times rapid fire. "Are you...? Are you kidding me?"

Lindsey shook her head. "So. Will you hate her?"

"Of course not. Why didn't she tell me herself? This is crazy. I'm her best friend!"

"Why do you think?" Lindsey looked at her intensely.

That look said everything. Dana sat back, her mouth wide open. He heart started pounding hard in her chest. "She...?"

"Yup. She's got the hots for you."

Dana stared at the seat back, trying to wrap her head around this new information. Ten minutes ago she'd had the shock of her life seeing a photo of Mrs. Foster straddling Miss Ostiago's face... but that was nothing compared to this. It was like a lightning bolt had just blasted her in the brain.

"You love Alyson, don't you?"

Dana Lee nodded, "Of course... but not that way."

"What way?"

She looked at Mrs. Foster like she was crazy. "That way."

Lindsay smiled. "Like me and Miss Ostiago, you mean?" She giggled and said, "Alyson gave me back the camera. Don't worry. Nobody is going to get in trouble as long as everyone keeps their mouths shut. But that's not what you and I are talking about right now. We're talking about love. Alyson told me that you intentionally had yourself put back a grade just so you could be with her."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 04



Notes

This is the fourth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie.

To read more about Lindsey and her family, read Laurie's stories, "The Sun Felt Good On My Back," and particularly, "While Lindsey Is Away", which takes place back in Jacksonville the very same night as the end of this installment.

Enjoy! All characters in this story are over the age of 18!

And I do NOT endorse Lindsey's teaching methods, just in case anyone is wondering. 

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DAY 3 -- AFTERNOON

PHOENIX, ARIZONA and WESTBOUND

DECEMBER 30

Lindsey was staring at herself in the mirror at the gas station restroom. She said out loud, "You're losing it, Lindsey!" You just fucked another student on the bus... virtually raped him... though he certainly didn't object... but those kids were walking up... what if they'd decided to run the rest of the way? They'd have busted right in on the sight of their cute little English teacher mounting Willie Jones in the aisle of the bus... riding his big black cock up and down while slapping his face like a madwoman. You might as well have kissed your fucking career goodbye.

"You're so fucking lucky," she said, smiling with relief. Then she chided herself, what are you smiling about, Doofus? You're a cheater, Lindsey Foster! You cheated on your husband! Something you swore you'd never do again. I'd hoped you'd gotten it out of your system after you banged that guy at Katie's place. That beautiful black guy... what was his name? Reggie? Yeah... mmmm... fuck, he was hung... bigger than Willie Jones...now that was a cock! I wonder if Katie still has his number?

"Dammit, Lindsey! Stop it!"

She knew she should be disgusted with herself... but she couldn't ignore the crazy look of happiness in her eyes. This is exactly the sort of jam she'd gotten herself in and out of all through high school and college, before meeting Mark, getting pregnant and settling down. She'd loved living on the edge like that... acting on impulse... exploring the boundaries between good and bad, right and wrong. And having uninhibited sex with anyone who caught her fancy... male, female, young or old. All the while, hanging out with friends, going to church and doing her homework like a good girl... juggling both worlds of sin and sanity with ease. Having a child had changed everything... but now... it was like she'd suddenly regressed to those happy days of youthful invulnerability.

"You're a sick, sick woman. You know that don't you?" She smiled wickedly back at herself and nodded.

Her pussy was still contracting and zinging with echoes of her last, hurried orgasm. I need to snuff this damned fire. She sat on the toilet and fished Denny's camera out of her purse. Her hand went immediately to her pussy as she watched the candid movie she'd taken for Denny to buy his silence. She was amazed at the sight of Farinella Ostiago toweling off her amazing Italian body. Fuck... Farinella... you're so beautiful. On the tiny little screen, Farinella dried her bleach-blonde hair, making her generous D's dance delightfully.

As Lindsey masturbated, she felt Willie's cum slowly dripping out onto her fingers. She brought some of it to her lips to taste him again and groaned. Shit, why do I love the taste of cum so much?

She fast-forwarded the movie up to the part where she started kissing and hugging Farinella, before pushing her down on the hotel bed to go for an early morning pussy-dive. Wow... I look so little next to her... like a teenager. As she rubbed her sensitive clit, she felt a growing need to urinate, which only enhanced her sensitivity, causing waves of pleasure to radiate through her pelvis.

This is so wrong. I'm watching myself going down on a fellow teacher on a hidden camera, while an eighteen-year-old student's cum drips out of my pussy. I'm absolutely out of my mind... Wow! My ass looks good!

She couldn't remember the last time she'd watched a sex video of herself... not since she discovered that one of the guys at the Frat had secretly taped her during an orgy, and later on loaded it onto the Internet. She'd masturbated to that video too... a number of times in fact, before losing track of the link. She tried to search for it recenty but couldn't find it.

Wow... my ass hasn't changed a bit since I was in college. Still tight and toned. It oughta' be, I work out hard enough! She also admired the wiggly, wet slit of her pussy, and the way her straight brown hair danced across Farinella's long, shapely legs as she went down on the lovely Band Director. She fingered her clit urgently, working herself up to a powerful, desperate orgasm and the piss started shooting out of her, making it doubly intense.

But when she was finished, she felt no more satisfied than before. She knew what was missing... she fished a cigarette out of her purse and lit up her first of the day. She sucked in the warm smoke, feeling her tension melt away. It was almost like magic.

Okay, Lindsey... no more fucking around. You know what you need to do. She could almost hear Katie's voice in her mind, saying, "You have to destroy that tape, Lindsey!" So she took a deep drag, exhaled it... and erased the file. Then she flushed the flash card, just in case Denny had some clever nerd trick to recover deleted files. I'll get him another. She felt sad to destroy the evidence of that wonderful moment, but she knew it was the first smart thing she'd done in days.

Before leaving the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror again. Okay, Lindsey. Let this be the end of it. No more bad behavior. You're a teacher... a Christian... a mother, for fuck's sake! You need to stop this, now! No more fucking around. You have to tell Brant it was all a terrible mistake... and you're never going to make that mistake again. He'll be disappointed, but he'll just have to deal with it. And leave Farinella alone. I know you made a promise to fool around some more tonight, but don't do it. She's your boss, Lindsey. It can only end badly. You're through with all this craziness. Do you understand that?

She sucked in the last bit of smoke from the cigarette and exhaled it slowly. Then she nodded at herself and said, "Okay. I'm through."

As she walked out of the bathroom the busses were already halfway loaded. Kids were converging on them from every direction. She took a deep breath of the clear Arizona air, and sighed in contentment. It was a sunny day, and everything was finally working out for the best.

Lindsey ran into the nearest fast food joint to grab a quick bite. She was relieved to see that one student was still ordering food. Good. I won't be the only one late for the bus. After she ordered a burger, she waited next to Gary Blunt. She remembered that he was the kid who needed to take a desperate shit in the bus toilet earlier.

She didn't know Gary well, having only had him for one class the previous year. He'd always sat in the back and was as quiet as a mouse. But his work was above average. He had perfect grammar and a wide vocabulary, and when he spoke, which was seldom, his unusually high voice had an educated air, so she assumed he came from a well-to-do family. But actually, she didn't know anything about him except that he was one ugly motherfucker.

Gary was tall, heavily muscled and built like a bulldog, especially around the face. To make things worse, he had scruffy brown hair, pasty skin, and a fleshy face with heavy eyebrows and squinty eyes. He also had big lips and a pronounced under-bite that gave him a perpetual grin. He always looked like he was thinking evil thoughts.

Gary said, in his weirdly high voice, "So, Mrs. Foster... I guess we're the stragglers."

She laughed. "I guess."

 "Think they'll leave without us?"

"I hope not."

"That was one long shit I had to take earlier."

She looked at him and smiled oddly. That was a weird thing to say.

"Yeah. It was a looooong shit. I shouldn't have eaten three breakfast burritos. It took ages to shit those fuckers out. Ages. I just finished, in fact." He wiggled his hulking eyebrows knowingly.

Lindsey could almost hear the classic sound effect of a prison door slamming shut.

Holy, fucking Christ... Gary was in the bathroom while I was fucking Willie Jones. Oh, that's just fucking great. Shit. She looked at the passive expression on his hulking face, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Yes, indeed. I spent quite a lot of time in that little shithouse. I could barely fit in there. And it stank. But it's funny the things a guy can find out when he's in the crapper. For instance, I heard somebody say something about a dangerous, muscle-bound Navy man who beat the shit out of some guy for kissing his wife. Interesting coincidence... I've got big muscles too." He lifted his sleeve to reveal his massive bicep, which Lindsey could see was thicker and more defined than Mark's. "And here's another coincidence: my father happens to be the C.O. of that aforementioned fellow's ship."

Shit... Captain Blunt. That's right... He's the C.O. of the ship Mark's helicopter squadron deploys from! Crap.

Gary continued, "I also heard a horrible rumor about a nasty little teacher who's been fucking her students on the bus. Yeah. Funny the things you can learn while you're squirting hot sauce out of your sphincter."

Lindsey didn't say anything. I'm gonna have to have to fuck another student. Perfect. The very idea of Gary Blunt sticking his cock in her made her gorge rise. But she tried to stay calm. Maybe we can work out some kind of deal... 

Their orders came up and they carried them back to the bus. As they were walking she said, "So. What's your price?"

"I'm thinking it over. But I'll let you know. I just want to make one thing clear. I'm nobody's bitch."

"Got it."

"Don't worry. This is going to be fun, Mrs. Foster. For me, anyway." He smiled... but it was a weirdly impassive smile. Lindsey couldn't read Gary at all. His eyebrows were so thick and low; she could barely see his eyes at all. It must be weird looking out at the world through two narrow slits like that.

Before getting on the bus, she desperately fished her cell phone out of her purse and dialed her sister. She'll know what to do.

But there was no answer. Damn it, Katie! Where are you?

Miss Ostiago leaned out of the bus door, "Are you coming, Mrs. Foster? It's time to go."

When she sat down next to Brant, she took the window seat, feeling utterly drained and aggravated. Am I ever going to get out of these damned woods? But Brant was smiling and started chatting excitedly about the book she'd given him to read. Brant's eager infatuation was intoxicating and diverting. So she ate her lunch and lost herself in conversation with that beautiful young man, and tried to forget about Gary Blunt.

After a while, Brant whispered, "Oh, I forgot to ask... what about Denny?"

She smiled. "Don't worry about it. He won't say a thing."

"How did you...?"

"You don't want to know."

Brant didn't know what to think. Mrs. Foster couldn't possibly have... done something sexual with Denny. Denny certainly acted strange this morning, but he wasn't acting like he'd had sex. She must have bribed him some other way. I wonder if it had something to do with that camera he lost earlier?

Lindsey looked past Brant over at Denny, who was eating his lunch next to Bitty. She didn't have the heart to tell Denny about deleting the movie... not yet, anyway.

*

Denny had forgotten all about his camera for the moment. All he could think about was the cute girl sitting on the aisle next to him. After Mrs. Foster had told him Bitty Winter had the hots for him, he'd followed her around during lunch break, staring at her goofy, sexy body, wondering the whole time if Mrs. Foster had told him the truth... Does Bitty Winter have a crush on me? Unbelievable. I didn't think any girl alive was capable of having a crush on a scrawny nerd like me.

But it sort of made sense. Bitty Winter was also a scrawny nerd. They both had glasses and bad complexions, freckly faces and frizzy hair... although hers was pinkish blonde, whereas his was brownish black. They were almost exactly the same height and skinny, in a gawky sort of way... except Bitty had two very nice, round breasts sticking out the front of her torso, and a delightfully round little ass that wiggled slightly as she walked. The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to believe it was true.

They ate their meals in silence as the bus pulled out onto the freeway. After a while, Bitty said, "Wanna trade?"

"Trade what?"

"Give you some fries for a bite of your pie."

Ordinarily he hated sharing food. He had six siblings, and eating with them was always a battle. But he was weirdly excited about the idea of sharing his food with Bitty. He handed his fried apple pie to her, figuring she'd probably bite it on the opposite side of where he'd already bitten it. But she chomped a mouthful right off his end. It was a strangely thrilling and intimate sight. She's swallowing my spit! She must really like me!

Without thinking about it, Denny reached over into Bitty's lap and put his hands in the little French fry box she had between her open legs. It was mostly empty, so he had to reach down inside and shuffle around in there to scoop up a handful of fries.

Bitty blushed as Denny pushed the container into her crotch, and moved it around, stimulating her clitoris gently. She was intensely aware that Denny's fingers were only millimeters away from her virgin pussy. She held her breath.

Denny realized only after he had his hand in the container that his fingers were effectively between Bitty's legs... separated from her most private place by nothing more than a thin little bit of cardboard and a few layers of cloth. His cock stirred dramatically in his pants. It was a good thing he'd put a book on his lap to hold his hamburger, or she might have seen it move. His cheeks were hot, and he saw her cheeks flushing red too. He pulled a handful of fries out and ate them in silence, utterly stunned by the unintentional intimacy.

Bitty didn't eat any more fries. She was hoping he'd go in for seconds. And after a while... he did! This time he seemed intent on digging out every last little crumb, and she felt her pussy contracting at the incredible sensations caused by his hand pressing the cardboard clumsily against her clit. Oh, Denny... Her heart ached with longing for him. She'd had a crush on him since kindergarten, but had always been too shy to let him know... but now, finally, something miraculous was happening.

Denny was proud of himself for going in for seconds. He'd almost chickened out... but he just had to put his hand between her skinny little legs again. He intentionally pretended the fries were hard to hold, so his hand could stray there as long as possible. As a result, his cock grew so hard that it was pressing painfully up into the book on his lap. After the fries were gone, he didn't know what to do or say. Girls always made him tongue-tied, even the nerdy ones. So he took out a book and started pretending to read, all the while staring sideways at Bitty's adorable lap, where his hand had been just a few minutes earlier. She was wearing a pair of light blue shorts, and the pale skin of her legs was glowing brilliantly in the afternoon sun.

Bitty started pretending to read too, all the while peeking sideways under her frizzy pinkish-blonde bangs at the book in Denny's lap. She could see that he was holding it funny. She realized that he was trying to hide an erection. Did I give Denny Shannon a boner? Wow... I wish I could see it.

An hour later, the tension between them was still so thick that even Lindsey could feel it on the other side of the aisle. She stared past Brant at Denny until he felt her gaze, and looked her way. She made a kissing motion with her lips, then pointed at Bitty and mouthed, "kiss her." She did it subtly, so Brant wouldn't notice.

Denny was terrified. He'd never kissed a girl before. He had no idea how to initiate a thing like that. But Mrs. Foster was looking at him intensely. They'd be pulling into their hotel in about four hours, but after that they'd all be busy preparing for the parade. Who knows if I'll get the same seat on the ride back to Florida? This might be my last chance to be really, truly alone with Bitty. He looked at Mrs. Foster, and she smiled at him compassionately. Something in her beautiful doll-like eyes calmed him... gave him courage. She nodded, and silently told him that it was time to man up and make his move. He took a deep breath.

He looked at Bitty. She was staring down into her book, her glasses on the end of her nose, and one finger between her lips, idly fiddling with her braces. The sight of her finger rubbing around her lips was weirdly exciting. Fuck... Mrs. Foster is right. It's now or never. He reached over and put his hand under Bitty's chin. She almost jumped out of her skin with surprise. He nearly chickened out, but she turned to look at him, her eyes wide and gleaming with excitement, her smiling lips parted slightly in hopeful anticipation. Oh shit. She really wants me to kiss her! Okay... I'm going in. He hooked his left hand around her neck, and pulled her clumsily toward his puckering lips.

Lindsey wanted to shout hooray when she saw Denny pull Bitty in for an awkward kiss. That geeky girl absolutely melted in his hands. She wrapped her skinny arms around Denny's waist and they uncomfortably squeezed themselves together with the armrest poking up between them as their lips mashed together. The book fell out of Denny's lap, revealing a big erection in his pants. Lindsey was impressed. Wow, that kid is packing some heat. Apparently Denny was too excited to notice, because he didn't try to cover it.

Lindsey watched in fascination as Denny and Bitty kissed their little asses off, slurping and sucking each other's lips like crazy, and dueling with their tongues, probably a first for both of them. It wasn't pretty, but it was fucking adorable. Lindsey felt tears welling up in her eyes. I don't remember ever being as innocent as these two sweet kids. It made her feel a little envious, to tell the truth. I wish I was eighteen again.

Denny couldn't believe he was actually kissing a girl. My tongue is in her mouth! Holy shit! He'd always wondered why people enjoyed kissing... it looked so unsanitary. But now he knew what he'd been missing all these years. He loved everything about it... Bitty's hot little whimpers of happiness in his mouth... their tongues sliding wetly all over each other... his nose sliding around on hers... their glasses clunking together... he even enjoyed the feel of her sharp little braces on his tongue.

Lindsey was engaged in a quiet conversation with Brant about the book, and since he was on the aisle seat, she had plenty of opportunity to look past him at the young lovers. They kissed and kissed and kissed, as the sun lowered to the horizon and set the sky ablaze. Lindsey felt a flush of pride. Denny has a girlfriend! Good for you, Denny!

About three hours after Denny and Bitty started making out, Lindsey saw Bitty swing her left leg over Denny's right one, and now her kneecap was pressing purposefully into the underside of Denny's monster erection. And then she started moving her knee up and down, clumsily stroking it. You go girl!

Denny was amazed. O.M.G. She's touching my boner with her knee! Oh, shit that feels good! His left arm was wrapped around her neck and he decided to make a move he'd been considering for the last hour. He let his hand slide slowly down, until he was cupping her wonderful breast. He gave it a squeeze and she gasped in his mouth. Then she stuck her tongue deeper into his mouth than before and pushed her knee into his crotch so hard she squashed his balls painfully. But he ignored the pain, lost in the exploration of her virgin breasts. His hand moved back and forth between them, studying the feel of her nipples growing harder and harder under his pinching fingers. This is, without doubt, the greatest moment of my life!




Field Trip Follies Ch. 04



Lindsey looked up at Brant. He was gazing dreamily past her out the window at the passing city lights, his eyes glowing with youthful excitement over their impending arrival in Pasadena. Suddenly, he reached over and took her right hand in his and held it softly... sweetly.

He's so beautiful. I want to kiss him... but I can't. There's too much light... we'd be seen for sure. Hell... I shouldn't even let him hold my hand. Fuck! I have to think of my job now. I have to think of my husband!

But thinking about Mark only made her angry. She loved the big Neanderthal... though not as much as she used to. I'd never have married him if he hadn't knocked me up. I never wanted to be a married woman. Damn it Dad! I can't believe you talked me into going through with it! If I was going to marry someone, it should have been to someone like Brant. Strong but sensitive... educated and thoughtful...someone who admires me... someone with a huge cock and an adorable face...

She squeezed his hand and looked down at his lap. There was no hiding the huge slab of meat that was running thickly down one leg of his jeans. She itched to reach over and touch it.

No! I have to stop torturing myself! I have to tell him it's over... I have to break up with him. But maybe I'm over-thinking this. I haven't made any promises... neither has he. What can he possibly expect of me? I'm his teacher. He knows I'm married. Once we get to the hotel he'll be busy... unloading the bus... practicing and performing... there won't be any time for messing around. It'll be days before we get back on the bus. Maybe he'll just get over me on his own.

 That thought made her suddenly, deeply sad. She felt tears boiling up in her eyes and a knife of sadness stabbed her in the heart.

Shit...I can't possibly be in love with him... can I?

She cuddled against his chest, heedless of the possibility of being seen. He turned toward her, wrapping his large arm around her, to help block anyone from seeing how close they were. She put her open palm on his abdomen, feeling the rock-hard six-pack of muscles. Oh fuck... this isn't fair... not to anyone. I need to break up with him... shit... He doesn't know it yet, but I'm never going to kiss him again... oh god... I'm never going to make love to Brant in a bed with silken sheets...

Lindsey fought back the sobs, not wanting him to know she was crying over him like a silly schoolgirl. Peering over Brant's shoulder, she noticed that Denny and Bitty were still going at it. Though the sky was dark now, they were beautifully illuminated by flashing sweeps of light, cast by the passing lights next to the 134 freeway.

Bitty was running her fingers through Denny's hair. She kissed her way across his cheek to his large ears, and began to tease and tongue her way around the delicate shapes, making him giggle. She sucked his earlobe as he groped her breasts. After a while, she kissed her way, peck-by-peck, back to his lips, then ran her hand slowly down his neck, chest and belly, until it came to rest on his erection.

Wow... He's so hard! I had no idea penises could get this hard! Wow! And big too! Much bigger than my brother's! She started rubbing it up and down. Oh my god... I can't believe I'm touching it!

Denny couldn't believe it either. Not to be outdone, he ran his hand down to Bitty's belly, then up under her shirt. He touched her amazingly soft belly and put his fingers into her belly button, something he'd always wanted to do to a girl. She giggled delightfully. Then he ran his hand up higher, until his palm was cupping her bra-clad breast, feeling the baby-soft skin above the lacy seam on top. Meanwhile, he could feel her fingers exploring the details of his cock head through the tightly stretched denim of his jeans. His penis was stiffening at each touch, as if trying to rip its way free.

Feeling emboldened, Denny pushed up the front of Bitty's bra. It was tight, but she moaned as he pushed, so he kept going until her right breast fell free into his open palm. It feels so heavy! He ran his fingers over a woman's naked nipple for the first time in his life. Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!

The entire world blurred away for Bitty. As far as she knew, she and Denny were the only two people in the world. She suddenly broke the kiss and leaned sideways. Pulling her shirt up with one hand, and Denny's head down with the other.

Denny felt Bitty's naked breast rub softly up his face, until her naked nipple slipped into his open mouth. Oh shit!! Her nipple's in my mouth! Oh, holy shit! He sucked her clumsily, nipping it slightly with his teeth, making her jump in pain. "Sorry," he mumbled, trying to pull away, but she pulled his head in again. This time he took her nipple in his mouth carefully and circled his sensitive tongue around the silky-smooth bump of her areola and hard little nipple, which was the size and shape of a pencil eraser. After suckling her gently for several minutes, he pulled back so he could look at Bitty's bare breast in the sweeping flashes of light streaming through the windows.

"You're... you're beautiful, Bitty!"

She smiled a glittery, braces-filled smile and blushed bright red. Oh my god... he thinks I'm beautiful. Denny Shannon thinks I'm beautiful! She'd never shown her tits to anyone except her brother, but she wanted Denny to see everything. She pulled her bra all the way up, so now her left breast also fell free. He stared at her with amazement.

Lindsey was impressed. Bitty's breasts were quite stunning, particularly on a frizzy haired dorky looking girl like her. In fact, they were larger than her own, and she felt a little stab of jealousy. They still had the puffy areolas of youth and were lightly freckled and as pale as paper. Denny leaned over and suckled them both, one after the other, with tenderness and love. Lindsey envied him.

Bitty and Denny knew their time was running out when kids on the bus started loudly counting down the miles to Pasadena. They started kissing again. Bitty rubbed his cock like crazy, pinching it and squeezing it in her hands, amazed by its girth and hardness. At the same time, Denny fondled Bitty's breasts like mad, as if afraid he'd never get to touch them again.

Suddenly overcome with passion, Bitty pushed the armrest up and rotated onto Denny's lap. Straddling him now, she began to grind her crotch against his huge, hard erection, feeling it press insistently into her wonderfully stimulated clitoris, sending thrills of pure pleasure through her entire body. Oh, shit! Bitty's dry humping me! I've heard about this! Oh... shit... oh shit... Oh... that feels so good... so good... so good.. Uh, oh... not now! Not now!

Suddenly Denny was cumming, filling his underwear with shot after shot of hot, wet semen.

Bitty realized that Denny was having an orgasm and it totally thrilled her. Wow! I made him cum! I made Denny Shannon cum in his pants! Awesome! Knowing that he'd just unloaded in his drawers drove her crazy with lust and she started grinding her pussy against his erection twice as fast and twice as hard. His cock stayed nice and hard, so she kept it up for minute after minute, feeling a powerful heat building up in her pussy. He started pinching her nipples hard, and she discovered how a little bit of pain enhanced her pleasure. Soon, her little body was shaking like a leaf as an orgasm swept through her. "Denny... Denny... Denny," she whimpered in her breathy, high voice, right into his ear.

The kids on the bus were chatting wildly in excitement about their impending arrival in Pasadena, so nobody but Lindsey noticed Bitty's orgasmic groans of joy.

*

The hotel in Pasadena was the biggest one they'd stayed in so far. One other marching band was booked to stay there too. While they were unloading, Lindsey noticed that Denny was barely able to walk straight, he was so woozy with love, or lust... or both. He didn't let go of Bitty's hand for a second. They walked everywhere together, even hauling their suitcases and instruments together, while grinning wordlessly at each other. The other band members started noticing this new pairing and smiled at how perfect a couple they made.

Lindsey whispered in Farinella Ostiago's ear, "I don't know if you noticed or not, but your boy scored."

Farinella looked over at Denny and Bitty holding hands. "Oh, my lord."

"They've been kissing non-stop since Phoenix."

Farinella's eyes misted up. "That's so sweet. I suppose you helped bring them together?"

Lindsey nodded and caught a glimpse of Dana Lee Pruitt and Alyson Ferrie walking next to each other toward the hotel. Lindsey smiled and said, "I'm a regular matchmaker."

Farinella and Lindsey locked eyes for a second, and both of them flashed on memories of their wonderful, rushed morning together. They'd promised to continue their liaison tonight after practice. Now, though... they were both having second thoughts... but there simply wasn't enough time or privacy to talk about it, so they just winked at each other and went about their tasks, each separately wondering how to break the bad news to the other.

The next hour was crazy. Ten overworked chaperones needed to unload luggage and instruments, and check a hundred and forty screaming teens into the huge hotel. Lindsey smoked a quick cigarette, and ran to the hotel gift shop to buy a few things.

Afterwards, the Big Blue was assembled in one of the hotel's ballrooms. Boxes of pizza were awaiting them.

After everyone had something to eat, Miss Ostago held up her hands for silence. "Well, we finally made it!" Everyone cheered. "The day after tomorrow the Big Blue Band will be marching in the Tournament of Roses Parade!" Another big cheer rocked the ballroom.

Lindsey was amazed at the glow in Farinella's face. She'd never seen her so loose and happy with the band as she was today. And she's never looked so beautiful... except when I was going down on her this morning. Farinella had left her straight bleach-blonde hair down all day, at Lindsey's suggestion, and it was now cascading over her shoulders, forming a beautiful triangle over her smoky, Mediterranean eyes.

"Tonight I'll be meeting with parade officials, while you stay here and practice. I'm going to trust you to split up into your various sections, and work on whatever you think you need to work on for the next two hours. Make sure you wrap things up by 8:30. I may not be back by then, so please listen, this information will not be repeated: Tomorrow morning, at eight A.M. sharp, we'll meet out in the parking lot to rehearse as a unit... in uniform. I repeat, in uniform! We'll be passing out the official parade insignias, so please don't be late, and please don't show up without your uniforms, or you'll have to march in the nude!" Laughter rolled through the room. "Then tomorrow afternoon we'll be bussing over to the Pasadena City College for the two o'clock performance of Bandfest!" Another cheer rocked the room.

"So, tonight, work hard, but most importantly, have fun!" Everyone stood and applauded her.

Lindsey held up her can of root beer and shouted, "Here's to Miss Ostiago!"

 Everyone raised their drinks and loudly started chanting, "Miss Ostiago! Miss Ostiago! Miss Ostiago!..." The chandeliers tinkled in the roaring din.

 Farinella was utterly overwhelmed. She'd never felt so much love from the Big Blue Band before. Her eyes suddenly overflowed with tears, and she smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. She looked over at Lindsey Foster and realized that this was somehow her doing, as impossible as that seemed. The pretty little English teacher had only been with the band for three days, but now kids who used to look at their Band Director with nothing more than grudging respect, were looking at her with unrestrained love. And they were chanting her name, for the first time in her entire teaching career.

Before leaving, Miss Ostiago motioned Lindsey over, "Since you're new with us, your job will be pretty simple. Just keep your eyes on the kids and make sure nobody sneaks off. They're a disciplined bunch, but they're teenagers, so mischief is never far from their minds. If anyone needs to go to the bathroom, you or one of the other chaperones should escort them." Lindsey nodded. Farinella leaned in close and whispered, "And, thank you."

Lindsey wanted to hug her, but of course, they couldn't do that in front of the kids. She just smiled and said, "You deserve it, Farinella. They all know that you're the main reason the Big Blue made it this far. You should be proud of yourself."  

When Farinella left, her face was streaked with happy tears. On the way out, she pulled over Mrs. Tanner, her assistant. "Mrs. Tanner... would you please switch rooms with me tonight?"

"Really? Why?"

"I'm rooming with Mrs. Foster... well... she snores. I need to get my sleep tonight."

"Certainly. No problem, Miss Ostaigo."

Farinella couldn't tell her the real reason. She knew that if she slept in the same room with Lindsey Foster again, she was definitely, one hundred percent going to fuck her again, and she just couldn't betray her girlfriend Yvonne like that again.

*

The section leaders gathered their people and staked out areas of the ballroom. Soon they started warming up their instruments, and playing different parts of different songs, depending on whatever detail each section decided to work on. The adjacent ballroom was hosting another band, which was doing roughly the same thing. Lindsey found the sound of two bands playing different songs at different tempos utterly cacophonous, but enthralling.

She circled the room, watching the various instrument sections, marveling at how professional these normally unruly kids were behaving. She was impressed. They were serious about doing a perfect job in the parade, probably because it was going to be televised nationally. Even slackers like Willie and Stan seemed to have a real sense of dedication to the band.

She was particularly impressed with Alyson Ferrie's baton twirling skills. Now she knew why Farinella considered her the star of the band. Alyson could throw that thing high enough to scrape the ceiling, all the while doing cartwheels and back-flips before catching it again, never dropping it once. Her bright red hair swished about playfully in a ponytail, and her trim, athletic body capered lithely about the room, drawing gasps of awe from her friends. She'd apparently been working on new tricks over the winter break that none of them had seen before. Alyson's skinny blonde friend, Dana Lee Pruitt, appeared to be more than just impressed. She was watching Alyson with an intensity bordering on lust. Lindsey realized, with some satisfaction, that Dana Lee's interest in her friend was partly her own doing.

When Dana Lee noticed Mrs. Foster watching Alyson, she loped over to the little English teacher.

"Hi, Mrs. Foster."

"Hi Dana Lee. Alyson is amazing. I had no idea! Wow."

"I know! Isn't she great? Oh, hey... uh... could you... uh... I need to go to the toilet"

"Okay. I'll escort you. Follow me."

Dana Lee followed Mrs. Foster out into the hallway. To her dismay, there were people from the other school's band milling about the bathroom entrance. I wanted to talk to her alone in there... Dana Lee saw a side hallway, and suddenly grabbed Lindsey's hand and pulled her into it, then around another corner, into a secluded spot next to a janitor's closet.

Lindsey looked at the skin-and-bones, blonde girl with surprise. "What's up, Dana Lee?"

"I'm totally going bat-shit, Mrs. Foster... ever since you told me about... you know."

"I'm so sorry, Dana Lee. It wasn't my place to blab Alyson's secret to you. I feel so stupid..."

Dana Lee smiled broadly, "No, Mrs. Foster, that was wonderful! I can't believe she didn't tell me herself... I'm so glad you did! You have no idea! I don't know how to thank you. So glad... But... it was weird sitting with her... knowing... knowing that she likes me... loves me... that way."

"Did you say anything to her?"

"No... but I did what you said. I thought about it, while we talked about our program for the parade. And I looked at her the whole time. She's so... pretty... just... wonderful, really. I don't think I ever looked at her that closely before. I think... I should kiss her... just like you said."

Lindsey smiled and took Dana Lee's hands to give them a squeeze. "If that's what you want, Dana Lee... I'm happy for you two."

"But what if... what if I kiss her and it grosses me out? I mean... she won't ever be able to forget something like that... that kind of rejection can really stick with you, you know? I don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Yeah, I know... It's scary. I probably shouldn't have encouraged you to kiss her. My judgment isn't all that good right now... I've been in a weird state of mind for days..."

"Anyway..." Dana Lee took a deep breath, "Maybe... well... I thought... maybe you'd let me kiss you first. That way I can see if it's creepy or not... you know... kissing a girl."

Lindsey was touched by the need in Dana Lee's big blue eyes. She said, "Why not?" and grabbed Dana Lee's bony biceps and pulled her in for a kiss. Damn it Lindsey! What are you doing?

Dana Lee resisted for a moment. She didn't think Mrs. Foster would agree to such a crazy idea so readily. But then... boom. Mrs. Foster's tongue was in her mouth, and fireworks were shooting off all around. The hairs on the back of her neck stiffened erect and tingles ran up and down her entire body... and a fire blazed to life between her legs. She felt a flood of wetness begin to seep into her panties. She let out a happy, lusty moan, and pulled Mrs. Foster in tight and started really making out with her, slurping and sucking and tonguing her teacher's lush little lips, just as passionately as she'd kissed Tanner Wickes after the spring dance. Whattaya know? I like kissing girls!

Lindsey had only intended for the kiss to be brief, but Dana Lee's lips were electric. Once she started, she couldn't stop. A minute or two later she was pushing Dana Lee back against the Janitor's closet door and squeezing her narrow ass with both hands, clearly feeling her pelvic bone under a layer of hard muscle. You have to stop, Lindsey! She's a student! She's your student!

Lindsey broke the smoking hot kiss and stepped back, and said, trying to sound nonchalant, "So, what's the verdict?"

"I... wow..." Dana Lee's pale face was flushed red. Her whole body was quivering with excitement.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah."

"Tingles up and down your spine?"

"Yeah."

"Here's the most important question: is your pussy wet?"

Dana Lee gulped and nodded. Lindsey giggled. "Mine too. You're a great kisser, Dana Lee. Fucking great. I mean... fuck, girl! I'm sorry I had to stop... but that was... so fucking inappropriate. I can't believe I just kissed you... fuck. I'll get fired if anyone finds out..."

"I won't tell! It was my idea, Mrs. Foster! Thank you! Thank you! I'm so glad you kissed me!"

"So am I, Dana Lee. You're a great kisser." Dana Lee blushed. Lindsey wanted to pounce on Dana Lee, push her into the janitor's closet, lift the skinny girl's pink shirt and wrap her lips around Dana Lee's champagne-glass titties.

But she stifled the urge and ceremoniously touched Dana Lee's shoulders one after the other. "I hereby pronounce you bisexual. Welcome sister." She gave her a matronly hug.

Dana Lee smiled, "Yeah? I'm...?"

"Well, you're definitely bi enough to kiss Alyson anyway. You felt the electricity between us, didn't you? And we barely know each other. Imagine what it will be like to kiss your best friend."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 04



"But how should I... I mean... I don't know how to...?"

"Just go for it. Kiss her right out of the blue. It will knock her socks off. But... do me a favor. Don't do in front of everyone. I don't think Miss Ostiago would appreciate it." She giggled.

"Oh, no... of course not. I'm not sure when we'll be alone together. Eventually, I guess..." Dana Lee suddenly had tears in her eyes, "I love you, Mrs. Foster." She hugged Lindsey hard.

Lindsey was touched, and more than a little turned on. "I... love you too, Dana Lee. Now... you better get back to practice."

She waited in the narrow hallway after Dana Lee left, to compose herself. Just calm down, Lindsey. Dana Lee wanted you to kiss her. You did her a favor. You did them both a favor... what's wrong with that? You're a cool teacher, just like Mr. Molarez. That thought made her smile. He'd done so many wonderful things for her, even though some of them were unorthodox, or even could have gotten him in trouble. You're helping these kids, just like Mr. M helped you.

When she got back to the ballroom she felt better about herself. She watched Brant pounding his bass drum with the drum corps for a while. He'd rolled up his sleeves, and the sight of his powerful biceps pounding away with the big, heavy drumsticks made her start to salivate. She wanted those strong arms to pick her up and push her against a wall, while he slammed his nine-inch cock deep into her pussy. Stop, it Lindsey! Stop torturing yourself! She had to force herself to stop watching Brant beating his drum.

She noticed a group of guys in the brass section collected around one of the doorways to the adjacent ballroom. Are they checking out the competition?

She wandered over and looked around them to see what they were looking at. Surprise, surprise, they were looking at a bunch of chicks. A Colorguard of flag-spinning girls, all dressed in matching orange T-shirts and black shorts, were practicing right on the other side of the door. And they were amazing. They were in a totally different league from the Big Blue Colorguard. For one thing, every one of them were hotties... serious hotties. For another thing, these girls had mastered tricks that nobody in the Big Blue could even attempt to do, except possibly Alyson.

One girl in particular... a tall brunette with big round tits and the most glorious smile imaginable, was flinging her flag so high it could have killed someone if it came down wrong. But she caught it every time, always in the middle of some sort of crazy spinning move, like doing vertical splits with one foot pointing straight up and her head down on the floor next to her other foot... it was unbelievable that a mere human being could do things like that. She wasn't as precise as Alyson, but her tall body fairly vibrated with raw life force, so even though she was a bit inelegant, she made up for it in sheer exuberance. As she leapt about like a deer, her long, silky brown hair danced around her head as if it had a life of its own.

After the girls finished their routine without a single mistake, the tall girl jumped up and down and shouted in a husky, loud voice, "That's the way to kill it, bitches!" Her D sized breasts bounced around in the most glorious way imaginable. She was so excited that her nipples made a sudden appearance, poking dramatically through the orange fabric of her T-shirt, provoking a chorus of groans from the watching boys.

Lindsey shooed away the boys, "Don't you guys have some practicing to do?"

The boys slumped away, grumbling... all but one. Gary Blunt. Shit. Just what I need right now. He smacked his fat lips and said above the din of the bands. "That's what I want."

"What?"

He pointed at the tall brunette flag twirler. "That one. Get her for me. That's my price."

Shit. Lindsey had resigned herself to the possibility of having to fuck this hulking creep, but... scoring a strange girl for him? Was that even possible? That girl was a major hottie, and Gary was a gargoyle.

"That's a pretty tall order."

He laughed gruffly. "Yeah, but she's a tall girl. And you're going to get her for me." He leaned in close so nobody could possibly overhear, "I want to fuck that girl, just in case I didn't make myself clear. And I don't want to rape her or anything gross like that. I want her to come to me willingly... eagerly. You can do that, Mrs. Foster. You're very persuasive. I believe in you."

"Gary... why do you think that's even possible? I have a counter-proposal. Why not just have sex with me? I'm willing... hell, I'm even willing to be eager."

"Good idea. I want to fuck both of you."

"Fuck you, shit head."

"Tomorrow night. Or I tell Miss Ostiago that Willie's willie was in your pussy. Tomorrow we'll be performing at the band fest, after which we have a few hours of free time before lights out. Rent us a room somewhere, so we don't have to sneak around."

"You're asking for the impossible. You know that, don't you?"

"Hey, the longer you prolong the negotiations, the more terms I'll add. So, here you go. In addition to you and her, you need to bring another girl. I don't care whom. Your choice. I'm gonna fuck three girls tomorrow night, including you. Deal?"

"Gary..."

"Still negotiating? I could do this all day. Okay, you need to score us some coke too. Cocaine, not soft drinks... although a few of those would be nice too. Fucking makes me thirsty. Some beer too, while you're at it. Miller Lite."

Lindsey was silent for a minute. This is absurd.  "Okay... I'm not negotiating... I just need to know... how old are you, Gary? I'm not going to do anything that's gonna put me in prison."

"Fair enough." He pulled out his billfold and showed her his driver's license; both the real one and the fake one he used to buy alcohol. He was big enough to easily pass for twenty-four, but his real age was eighteen... and two days.

"Oh fuck. Your birthday was two days ago?"

"Yeah. Nobody got me a card or anything. Boo hoo. But tomorrow night: happy birthday to me." He smiled his weirdly impassive smile again. "Look, Mrs. Foster, I can see that you're lacking proper motivation. I guess you figure that ultimately it would come down to your word versus mine. And I'm ugly. Who'd believe me?"  "I didn't say that."

"No, it's okay. I'm ugly. I know that. Ugly as fuck." He chuckled deeply, "A face only a mother could love, isn't that what they say? Well, it's true. This face of mine scares girls away. I don't think you'll be surprised to discover that I'm a virgin. An unwilling one, but a virgin nonetheless. I have tried, and tried, and tried to score, without any luck at all. But tomorrow night that big titted girl right there is going to take my virginity, because you're going to use your magic charm on her, and by the time she sees me she's gonna be panting for it, and I'm gonna give it to her. Anyway, as I was about to say, motivation is a wonderful thing."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He showed Lindsey the pictures he'd taken of her pressing her pussy into Willie's face, then mounting him on the floor of the bus. They were grainy pictures, but her face was unmistakable. A chill went through her heart.

He put his phone back in his pocket, holding it there lest she try to make a grab for it. "Mrs. Foster, I know you don't have any reason to trust me to destroy these pictures when our little exchange of services is through. But I really don't think you have a choice. These photos will destroy your job and your family. Please don't make me show them to anybody. I would much rather fuck you than fuck you up."

 She sighed. Then she laughed. It's hilarious, really. Out of the pot, into the fire. And weirdly... she was starting to like Gary a bit. For some reason, she always responded well to people who knew what they wanted, and Gary certainly knew what he wanted, even if it was perverted as shit. And Lindsey also loved a challenge. And what was this but the challenge of a lifetime?

"Okay, Gary. I'll do what you command, under one condition. If that girl is younger than eighteen, you'll have to pick someone else. I have the feeling that no matter what I do, this thing is going to end up with me out of a job, but there's no way I'm going to prison."

He nodded. "That's fair. Why don't you go find out if she's legal or not?"

"Now?"

"She looks like she's taking a break. Do it before she starts twirling again."

Lindsey took a deep breath then put a smile on her face and walked right up to the tall brunette, who was chugging water from a plastic bottle. She was over six feet tall in the thick-soled sneakers she was wearing.

Lindsey clapped her hands as she approached. "Holy, fuck! You guys are awesome."

The brunette turned and smiled broadly and excitedly said in her husky voice, "Yeah, we are! We've been working on these routines for years and we made it into the fucking Tournament of Roses! Woo... hoo!" She suddenly did a back flip, for no reason in particular, and shouted huskily, "Go Wildcats!"

Lindsey was amazed at the girl's energy. "I'm Lindsey. Lindsey Foster."

The girl shook her hand powerfully, and said, "Laurie Bonner. How'ja do? You here with that band?"

"The Big Blue, from Silver Lake High School, Jacksonville, Florida."  "Wow... you guys came a long way. We're from just up the coast. We're the Wildcat Marching Band from Malvado Playa, California."

Lindsey looked around. It was a smaller band than the Big Blue. "Is this all of you?"

"Yeah. It's a small school and a small town. You must have a huge school. What is that, a hundred?"

"A hundred and forty something. I haven't counted. Not that big, really. Some of the bands in the parade are three or four hundred strong. Anyway... I'm not actually with the band. I'm just a helper."

"Yeah? Your Colorguard could use some help. All except that twirler. Fuck. She's a beast! I bet she's the reason you got in this parade. They love that kind of stuff. Looks good on T.V."

Lindsey shrugged. "I don't know... hey, are you a senior?"

Laurie nodded, "Yeah. You?"

Lindsey was momentarily taken aback. This sweet, silly girl, thinks I'm young enough to be in high school! It's been a while since someone has mistaken me for eighteen...but what the fuck... She nodded. "Yeah... I'm eighteen."

"Cool. Me too. Well, gotta' practice some more."

"Oh? When are you finished?"

"I don't know. Eight O'clock... Eight fifteen... Why?"

"Maybe... uh... we can get together afterward."  "Yeah?" Laurie looked at the little brown-skinned brunette and smiled. She had a cute face, and really seemed friendly. "We have a strict curfew. We've got the Bandfest tomorrow... I guess you guys do too... anyway, I don't think..."

"Maybe just a drink."

Laurie licked her lips. Did someone say drinks? She smiled. "Well... I guess I could slip out... for a drink or two. But... do you have a fake I.D.?"

Lindsey laughed, "Yeah. Good one too. Fools them every time."

"Yeah? Mine's okay, but I'm so tall, they usually think I'm older anyway. Sometimes they don't even card me. But I guess you get carded all the time."  "Yeah. So whattaya say, Laurie?"

Laurie looked around to make sure none of her teammates overheard her. Then she whispered, "Shit, yeah. I'm in, sister."

"Lindsey."

"I'm in, Lindsey. Oops, here come the girls. Gotta practice."

As Laurie's Colorguard walked up, Lindsey walked back to Gary, who was smiling impassively from the door.

"You know, you're going to creep her out leering like that."

"Did she say that?"

"No. I don't think she even noticed you."

"So, how old is she?"

"She's eighteen. And I'm meeting with her later. To feel her out... you know; see if she's game. But for now, we need to lay a little groundwork to fool her into thinking you're not the biggest creep in the world."

"Should I go away?"

"No... follow me." She walked back into the Wildcat's ballroom, and walked down the wall fifteen feet or so, with Gary following, so that nobody in the Big Blue could see them.

Then she put her arms around Gary's bulky shoulders, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. He went as stiff as a mannequin. She whispered, "Bend over, idiot. Kiss me. Laurie's probably watching."

Gary bent over and kissed Mrs. Foster's lips. It was the first kiss of his life and he was utterly gobsmacked. He didn't know what to do with his lips or his tongue, but she was giving him a crash course. The feel of her little wet tongue invading his mouth was ten times more amazing than he'd anticipated it would be.

This whole time, he'd been approaching this blackmail thing from an analytical point of view. He wanted to get laid... he needed to get laid, and based on Mrs. Foster's freaky encounter with Willie; he figured she'd do the trick. But he hadn't anticipated how inadequate he'd feel the moment he actually had to kiss her. But now... shit... this is real.

Gary's knees felt weak. But before he totally collapsed to the floor, Mrs. Foster broke the kiss and smiled up at him sweetly.

"Not bad, Gary, but next time, try to put a little heart into it." She tapped his chest playfully, saying, "I'm sure there's a little heart in there somewhere. I think we better practice a little more tomorrow. If, by some miracle, I get Laurie Bonner... that's her name by the way... in bed with you, you need to be able to keep her there on your own power. Is she watching us, by the way?"

Gary looked over Mrs. Foster's head, and indeed, Laurie was glancing their way, with a weird grin on her face. We probably look ridiculous together. Such a big, ugly guy, kissing such a pretty little woman. Gary suddenly felt foolish. This is never gonna work. I'm gonna chicken out the second I'm alone with that Laurie girl. And why the hell did I keep upping the ante? Why did I demand a third girl? What would I do with a third girl... or even a second girl? Hell... why do I think I can even handle one?

Lindsey pushed him playfully back toward the opening to the other ballroom, and said loudly so Laurie would overhear, "See you tomorrow, sweetie. Love you, pumpkin!"

He looked back at her stupidly, and grinned. He gave her a feeble wave then walked through the door.

Lindsey immediately took Gary's phone out of her pocket. She'd picked his pocket while kissing him. Doofus. The phone was unlocked, so she easily navigated to the photo album and deleted the pictures of her and Willie in flagrante delicto.

Once that bit of business was taken care of, she looked up and smiled, watching Laurie and her Color Guard go through another amazing routine. When they finished, she walked back to the doorway, and waved Gary over. He was practicing his coronet with a group of other brass members. He's a talented musician, but what an asshole.

Gary loped over and leered at her with his aggravatingly detached expression. But he lost that expression quickly when she put his phone in his hand. He looked down at it dumbly. "How did you...?"

"I picked your pocket, genius, and deleted the pictures. But don't worry. The deal's still on. Tomorrow night Laurie Bonner is going to take your virginity or I'm gonna die trying."

He looked at her with a stunned expression. "Really?"

"Look, ass-wipe. You may act all tough, but that kiss was pathetic. You fuckin' need to get laid, and if anyone can get you laid, it's me. But you can forget about the fucking cocaine and beer, and the third girl. You greedy fucking pig. But Laurie Bonner... I'm gonna do my level best to arrange that. But if it doesn't work out I'm gonna take your virginity myself, unless you chicken out, and you're going to be happy with that, because this pussy right here, it's a sweet, sweet pussy. It's the best pussy you are ever gonna have, and I'm offering it to you, free of charge, tomorrow night. Now thank me, Gary, and walk away."

He blinked twice and cocked his head sideways and said softly, "Thank you, Mrs. Foster."

*

One of the parade officials was chatting with Farinella over dinner, but she didn't hear a word he was saying. All she could think about was the little lingerie store she'd noticed down the block from the restaurant. It would be closing soon. So she interrupted him and excused herself, saying she needed to go to the bathroom, but instead she went down the block to Tres Jolie.

It was a charming little lingerie shop, with high quality, handmade undergarments constructed with a decidedly Victorian vibe. They were incredibly beautiful and made out of shiny silk and antique lace. They came in a variety of pastel colors, including a dusty pink, which had always been her favorite color for lingerie. She tried on a few negligees in the dressing room. The third one was so stunning that it took her breath away. She stared at herself in the mirror, having a hard time believing she was looking at herself. It had delicate lace over the breasts, which was open enough so that her dark areolas were clearly visible. Under the breasts, there was pink silk, which draped and accentuated the dramatic curves caused by her narrow waist and wide hips.

Good lord, I'm beautiful. Mrs. Foster would love seeing me in this. Oh, hell... what are you thinking Farinella? I thought you decided not to continue messing around with that pretty little English teacher. You've already traded rooms with Mrs. Tanner. So what are you trying on lingerie for? You know Yvonne doesn't care one tiny bit what you wear to bed, so long as you jam that strap-on up her ass good and hard. Lord... what a beautiful outfit... but look at the price... damn... buying it would be a total waste of money.

As she took the negligee off, her cell phone started ringing. She answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, Nella," said Yvonne in her deep, masculine voice.

"Oh... hi sweetheart." She hated being called Nella, but Yvonne lazily complained that 'Farinella' was too long to say.

"What'cha doin?" asked Yvonne, a lazy, disinterested tone in her voice.  Farinella sighed, knowing that the only reason Yvonne was calling at this particular time was pure habit. "I told you last night that I'd be at the Band Director's dinner tonight. I swear, you never listen to a word I say, do you?"

Yvonne snapped angrily, "Yeah, love you too." Click.

Farinella fumed. Yvonne had the horrible habit of hanging up whenever Farinella said anything remotely critical. Then she'd give her the silent treatment for a day or two. It was infuriating and left Farinella constantly walking on eggshells. Farinella dressed, eyes burning with growing fury. She could feel her Italian blood beginning to boil over. Yvonne knows this is the most important week of my life! She is so goddamned selfish! Bitch... Fucking bitch... well this is the last straw!

Farinella handed the negligee to the salesgirl. "Do you have a robe to go with this?"

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Lindsey walked over to where Denny was practicing his flute. She noticed Bitty sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby, watching Denny like a hawk, eyes glowing with infatuation. Apparently Bitty's only job on the band was holding the left side of the school banner, so she was free to stare at Denny to her heart's content.

Lindsey put the blank card she'd bought at the hotel store into Denny's camera, and motioned him over. He smiled with wicked excitement when she put the camera in his hands. "Here you go, Denny. But I have some bad news. The video got erased."

His face was horrified. "What? How?"

"Well... to tell you the truth, I erased them... for Miss Ostiago's benefit. If those pictures ever got out, she'd lose her job. You don't want that kind of responsibility, do you? You already lost the camera once today."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 05



Notes

This is the fifth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie.

This chapter concludes the final sex scene from chapter 4. You don't necessarily need to read chapter 4 first, because I always include enough info in chapters to catch readers up on what they missed. (but you might want to... chapter 4 is a doozy!)

I will be loading chapter 6 in a few days, so check back soon!

And enjoy!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!

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© C.B. Summers 2011

DAY 3 -- 10 P.M.

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA

DECEMBER 30

"Karma... fucking karma..." Lindsey was muttering out loud, as she madly scrubbed her face in the sink. She didn't really believe in Karma, but it seemed to be biting her in the ass anyway. She'd been fucking around with her students for days, successfully avoiding detection and punishment. Just when she thought she was in the clear, the universe had decided to punish her in way so devious, so horrifying, that she'd never get over it. She gagged at the thought of her tongue up her little sister Katie's tight asshole. She almost threw up.

She looked at her crazed expression in the mirror. Goddamn it Lindsey!! She smacked her lips and could still taste Katie's sweet pussy on the back of her tongue. She slurped the little bar of hotel soap right into her mouth, wincing at the horrible taste. "Gaaaahhh!" She croaked, as she gargled with the soapsuds, coughing and spitting at the stinging sensations in the back of her throat.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Fucking karma! This is what I get for being such a fucking whore!

Meanwhile, out in the hotel room, Katie was laughing so hard that Farinella could barely understand a word she was trying to say, between gasping guffaws and slobbery snorts. "Haa, haa, haaaa... Lindsey... hah, hah, hah, ate... hee, hee, hee... my... snort! Choke! Hee, hee, hee, hee... pussy!"

I must be imagining things... it sounded like... her sister... ate her pussy? What is she talking about?

Katie was laughing so hard she tumbled from the bed to the floor, holding her sides as she fell, curled up in helpless hilarity. Farinella was still weak in the knees from her transcendent orgasm, so she gingerly scooted to the edge of the bed and looked down at the laughing Latina. She was thrilled at the sight of Katie's naked body in the pale glow of candlelight. Katie had undressed while going down on her, so this was Farinella's first good look at Katie's adorable figure. She had a sexy little body, with perfectly smooth pale brown skin, and a glittery gold hoop in her belly button.

The poor girl was choking with laughter. She looked like she was under attack... curled up in a ball, holding her belly, her breasts bouncing and legs twitching, her face contorted into a crazy smile, and her cheeks streaked with tears. She looked almost insane. She's scaring me!

Farinella touched Katie's knee affectionately and said, with deep concern in her voice, "What on earth are you laughing at, dear?"

Katie tried to say something, but all she could choke out was, "Heee heee heee... Lindsey... heee heee heee!" as she gestured convulsively at the bathroom door.

Farinella saw light streaming under it, and water running on the other side.

She felt a sudden sinking sensation. Oh, Lord... Mrs. Foster's back! She saw us! She saw me fooling around with her baby sister! I didn't even hear her coming in! Oh, no! Then she considered what she thought Katie said... Lindsey ate her pussy? But she discounted it as being impossible. Why would Mrs. Foster eat her sister's pussy? That doesn't make any sense. I must have heard wrong.

Farinella was worried that Mrs. Foster was mad at her. She went to the bathroom door and tapped it lightly, but there was no answer. The water was running full blast. Maybe she can't hear. Farinella checked to see if the door was locked. It wasn't. She peeked inside and saw Mrs. Foster standing naked by the sink, gargling. Farinella's heart fluttered at the sight of the little English teacher's beautiful ass.

Farinella opened the door further and said, "Mrs. Foster?" Lindsey's head snapped around, glaring back with a wild expression on her face and soap foam dripping from her mouth.

Lindsey had thought Katie was coming in, and was about to yell at her in fury, but when she saw Farinella's horrified face, the craziness in her mind suddenly quieted. I must look utterly insane. Hell... I am utterly insane. I just gave my sister a rim job... oh fuck... get a hold of yourself, Lindsey. She spit the soapsuds out of mouth and rinsed it out several times to get rid of the acrid taste.

As she rinsed, Farinella was softly babbling, "Oh... Mrs. Foster... Lindsey... I didn't mean to... your sister... she was just so... I don't know how it happened... I hope you're not..."

Lindsey turned to Farinella and smiled brightly, pretending that nothing whatsoever was wrong. "I'm sorry, Farinella. I ate something disgusting for dinner, and I just had to rinse it out. I didn't..." Then she actually took a look at the lovely Italian woman. "Oh... shit... you look beautiful!"

And it was true. Farinella was dressed in a stunning dusty-pink negligee, with off-white Victorian lace lovingly cupping her beautiful, big breasts. Her ruddy pink areolas and dark, fat nipples were enticingly visible through the lace, as was the black beauty mark right in the center of her cleavage. Farinella's wavy bleach blonde hair was disheveled into the crazy look of 'sex hair', but other than that she was utter perfection. So mind bogglingly beautiful, in fact, that Lindsey almost stopped thinking about how she'd just had her fingers buried knuckle deep in her sister's tight, wet little snatch... almost.

"My god, Farinella! I can't believe it's you. You're stunning. I mean... seriously! Movie-star stunning!"

Farinella blushed like a schoolgirl and smiled so wide it hurt her cheeks. She was utterly relieved that Mrs. Foster wasn't mad at her. And thrilled that she appreciated the expensive lingerie she'd bought just for her. She did a slow turn for Lindsey to fully appreciate the way the silk enhanced the luscious shape of her big ass, and narrow waist.

Katie looked up, then let out a brand new series of guffaws. She was laughing so hard she was choking on her own spit. Lindsey hugged Farinella, taking the opportunity to flash an angry glare at her sister over Farinella's shoulder.

Katie caught the look and realized that Lindsey probably didn't find this all that funny. They'd been friends for so many years; she could read Lindsey's expressions easily. The current expression said, "Stop laughing, you stupid bitch! I don't want my new girlfriend to know that I just had my tongue buried in my own sister's asshole!" Katie tried to stifle her laughter. She's right... there's no reason to freak out Farinella. She took several deep breaths and her laughing fit faded away. She sat up, ribs aching.

Then the image of her big sister's tongue sliding in and out of her asshole popped into her mind again, and she fell flat on her back, guffawing uncontrollably.

Lindsey pulled Farinella into the bathroom and closed the door to shut out Katie's laughter. "Pay no attention to my sister. She's just having one of her laughing fits. Happens all the time. Something must have tickled her funny bone." A fresh gout of guffaws rattled through the door. "What the fuck is she doing here, anyway?"

"She said she came to help you with something. She wouldn't say."

"Really?" Lindsey felt a sudden rush of love for her sister. It almost totally eclipsed her fury and disgust. That's just like the little bitch. She was worried about me after the phone-call this morning, so she flew all the way from Florida to help me out. Goddamn bitch... I fucking love her.

Katie's laughter was dying down again on the other side of the door. But then it burst out again.

Farinella said, "I don't understand... why is she laughing so hard?"

Lindsey felt the sudden urge to tell Farinella the truth. She hated lying to people she cared about. "When I came into the room, I saw you with a girl... I thought you'd brought her here... you know... for a threesome." Farinella blushed. "I didn't recognize Katie at all. I didn't see her face... I was standing behind her. Well... the last time I saw Katie nude, she had pubic hair. That was only a couple of days ago. We were sunbathing by my pool. She must have shaved in the last day or two, because I didn't recognize her. I mean... why would I? I had no reason to think I'd find my sister between your lovely legs. I just thought, 'yummy! Farinella's scored us some pussy!' So... I..." She shrugged, unable to say the words.

Farinella was horrified. Oh my lord... she did it... she actually did it... she ate her sister's pussy!

Lindsey saw the look of shock and dismay on Farinella's face. Oh, shit... what am I thinking? I can't tell her the truth! So she laughed gaily and said, "It's embarrassing... but I touched her ass. I kissed it actually... just a peck. But then I recognized her voice and... well... she's laughing because I kissed her ass. Ha, ha, very funny."

Farinella was so relieved. But she had to admit. The idea that the sisters had been doing something incestuous, however accidentally, had shot a jolt of pure electricity straight into her pussy. She'd had a weakness for incest... an obsession, really, ever since she was young.

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Back when Farinella was just a little high school girl in Italy, her cousin Bette had come to live with her family for a year. Bette was a chubby, flirtatious nineteen-year-old, with short, curly hair, and deep, adorable dimples in her cheeks. Farinella had offered to let Bette share her room, but Mama wouldn't hear of it. She told Farinella, in strictest confidence, that Bette had been kicked out of her house for doing something very bad, and that Farinella was never to be alone with her, particularly at night. Therefore, Bette had to sleep with Grandmama.

At the time, Farinella had been going through an awkward period of self-discovery. She'd learned, much to her shame, that she was attracted to women and grossed out by boys. Having a vivacious nineteen-year-old girl in her house was sinfully thrilling. She couldn't take her eyes off Cousin Bette as she bustled around the house, doing chores... washing dishes, vacuuming the carpets, hanging up laundry... fascinated by the way Bette's large breasts shifted about in her loose dresses, and the way her fleshy ass wiggled as she walked. She was also charmed by the mischievous little expression on Bette's round face. She was always winking at Farinella and batting her eyes, almost as if she was flirting with her.

Farinella's parents made sure that she was never alone with Bette... until one day she accidentally walked in on Bette taking a bath. Bette invited her in so they could have their first real chat.

Farinella walked up to the edge of the tub, and looked down at the first naked woman she'd ever seen outside of the movies and was utterly amazed. Bette was pale and chubby, and her big, luxurious breasts were floating in the water... her pink nipples totally exposed over the soapsuds.

They chatted about this and that, but finally Farinella worked up the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind since Bette moved in. "Nobody will tell me... what did you do? Why did your mama and papa kick you out?"

Bette laughed, looked to make sure the door was closed, then whispered, "I touched my papa's thing! But that's not why they kicked me out."

Farinella was shocked, but fascinated. "Really?"

"I put it in my mouth. He wanted me to. So I did... and I sucked it and sucked it and then he squirted something."

"He peed in your mouth?"

"No... something else. It was thick and gross. Yecch! My friend Trina says she does it all the time with her boyfriend. It's called cum and she says she likes it. She likes swallowing it. So I thought maybe I should give it a try since Papa wanted me to. But yuck. I didn't do that again, even though Papa's always bugging me to. I'd rather do that kind of thing with my sisters."

"Your sisters?"

Bette's dimples deepened and her eyes twinkled. "I like to play with their pussies. Touch them and lick them. Pussy tastes much better than papa's thing, that's for sure."

Farinella stared at Bette, open-mouthed.

Bette giggled and said, "And they touch me too. They don't want to lick me, but they touch me. See this lump?" Bette arched her back and brought her hairy pussy up out of the water, opening her legs wide. Farinella watched in fascination as Bette pulled her wet pubes aside, and showed her the ruddy, glistening slit. Her fingers started circling a big hooded lump of flesh on top. Farinella had already discovered how to play with her own lump, but it was smaller than Bette's and she didn't know what it was called. "I love it when they touch my clitoris. It feels so good swirling it in a circle. It's just as good as having sex with a man, or at least that's what I believe. The best part is that as long as you're careful not to put your fingers in too deep, you can stay a virgin... forever. That's what I'm gonna do."

"Wow."

"Let me see your pussy, Farinella. It's only fair. I showed you mine."

Farinella thought it was a strange request, but she figured that fair was fair. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Bette looked at her pussy with intense interest. Then, without even asking, she reached out and touched her. Farinella stumbled against the toilet, so she wasn't able to back out of reach as fast as she intended. Bette had enough time to slide her fingers up Farinella's slit, and circle her clitoris a few times with her thumb. Farinella's pussy was wet from looking at Bette's beautiful body. After Farinella backed away, Bette brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them.

"Mmm... You taste so yummy, Farinella. Would you like to taste my pussy? I taste yummy too!" She arched her back even higher, and pulled her pussy lips open wide.

Farinella shook her head and pulled her panties up, too shocked to speak. The idea of licking her cousin's pussy was wonderful, but unthinkably evil. She was still a good little Catholic girl back then, and the fear of going to hell was a very real thing to her.

Bette saw Farinella's horrified expression, so she lowered her pussy back under the bubbles and said, "Well one night I was in Ana and Maria's bedroom, licking Ana's clitoris, while Maria was touching mine. I guess we were all moaning a little too loud, because Papa busted in on us. He went totally crazy. He kicked me out of the house in nothing but my nightgown." Bette's face darkened, "He's so unfair. It's okay for me to suck his thing... but my sisters' pussies are totally off limits!" Sad tears started flowing out of Bette's pretty eyes, "I should have been more careful. I miss Ana and Maria so much."  Farinella had been so shocked and disturbed by the brief conversation that she'd run off to hide, afraid that Bette would want to lick her clitoris. But after a couple of days... the idea didn't seem so bad anymore. She would lie in bed at night, masturbating as she wondered what Bette's pussy tasted like. And sometimes she pictured Bette playing with her pretty little sisters. It was so wrong... so forbidden... so exciting!

Mama, Papa and Grandmama were eternally vigilant, so it was months before she found herself alone with Bette again. She woke up at the sound of Bette creeping in her room.

Bette was shivering as she whispered, "Grandmama is snoring. Can I sleep with you?"

Farinella knew it was totally forbidden, but she nodded and pulled her covers open and Bette crawled in next to her. It was only a small bed, so Farinella was immediately pushed over against the wall. Bette turned over on her side, facing Farinella, and now Bette's big breasts were pressing into Farinella's smaller ones. Bette was shivering... Farinella could feel Bette's hard nipples through their nightgowns. Farinella bit her lip and tried to stay calm. She just wants to sleep... she just wants to sleep.

But Bette didn't go to sleep. She just lay there, looking at Farinella lovingly. Farinella looked back at her, and their eyes stayed locked for the longest time. Farinella's heart started to race. She loved the feel of Bette's warm body next to hers.

After a while Bette whispered, "Cousin, did anyone ever tell you, you look like Sophia Loren?"

Farinella giggled, "Of course. All the time."

"You're so pretty, Farinella."

"Thank you, Bette. So are you."

"You can touch my breasts, Farinella."

Farinella blushed. It was almost as if Bette had read her mind. She put her hand on Bette's large mammary and squeezed it, running her fingers lightly over Bette's hard nipple.

"You can unbutton me if you like."

The nightgown had a row of buttons halfway down the front, so Farinella breathlessly unbuttoned them, then opened it up to look at Bette's huge, pale breasts in the moonlight. She touched Bette's naked flesh for a few minutes. Bette suddenly rotated up and straddled her. Now those huge breasts were dangling above her, and Bette started rubbing them slowly back and forth over Farinella's face. Farinella was frozen with fear and lust. It was incredible, but utterly sinful. She was certain that Jesus was watching and judging her. But then Bette's nipple pushed her lips open and she didn't care anymore. She started suckling her cousin's breast.

"That's good, Farinella. That's good." Bette moaned quietly as Farinella licked her and sucked the big, pink nipple. Then Bette started touching Farinella's breasts. She didn't have buttons on her nightgown, so Bette just felt her through the fabric. She pinched Farinella's nipples and it felt wonderful. "Do you love me, Farinella?"

Farinella nodded, her mouth still wrapped around Bette's nipple, and sucking it more and more eagerly and desperately as each moment passed.

"Then, will you do me a favor? My sisters never wanted to lick my pussy. Would you?" Farinella nodded. So Bette crawled up, grabbed the headboard and put one foot next to Farinella's head, and pulled her nightgown up, exposing her pussy to Farinella. It was right there, just inches above her face. It was too dark to see anything but a patch of dark hair, but the odor was intense... weirdly beautiful, and lightly perfumed. Then Bette lowered her pussy toward Farinella's face. She didn't go all the way. She stopped when her pubic hairs were just tickling Farinella's nose.

Farinella wanted to lick Bette's clitoris in the worst way imaginable, so when it was apparent that Bette wasn't going to lower herself any further, Farinella craned her neck up, and sunk her face into Bette's hairy wet snatch, and licked her soft, wiggly pussy lips. Farinella and Bette moaned together at the pure naughty excitement of it. Liquid dripped out of Bette's pussy, right into Farinella's mouth. It was so delicious and fresh. She licked more, higher, harder, sinking her face into Bette's flesh, sticking her tongue in until it was pressed against Bette's maidenhead. Then she ran her tongue up and found Bette's large clitoris, and began to suck and play with it, responding to Bette's moans and vibrations. Bette grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it and started grinding her crotch against Farinella's face, letting her know the pace that her tongue should be taking.

As she did this, she moaned, "Oh... Cousin Farinella. Like that... like that... you're so good at this. So good..." She buried her face in the pillow again and began to moan louder and louder, but the sound was well muffled. Her whole body was shaking, and juices were welling out of her, dripping down Farinella's face, and flooding her mouth, so she had no choice but to drink her Cousin's offering.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 05



Farinella had always thought she'd feel evil if she ever actually went down on a woman. But she felt elated. She felt elevated. She felt right. And she didn't feel it was that bad, really. After all, Bette was only her cousin, not her sister. That wasn't really incest, was it? Cousins married all the time in the olden days. Kings and queens, for instance. And it was fun eating pussy. So much fun!

The whole bed shook as Bette had her orgasm. Farinella's face and hair were soaked with Bette's juices by the time she was through. Then Bette crawled down and started licking her juices off Farinella's face...her cheeks... her nose... her mouth... then Bette's tongue was going into Farinella's mouth and they were kissing. Farinella just about had an orgasm right on the spot, partly because Bette's knee was between her legs, pressing against her pussy as their tongues entwined.

"Can I taste your pussy, cousin?"

Farinella gasped, feeling the gates of heaven slamming shut as she whispered, "Yes."

"Be sure to hold the pillow over your face nice and tight. I'm going to give you an orgasm."

Farinella nodded and switched places with Bette. She breathlessly lowered her pussy into her cousin's mouth. She'd never felt anything like it before. She'd masturbated, at the peril of her soul, hundreds of times, but it never felt like this. Bette's tongue was in her and sliding all around, then gently teasing and tickling her clitoris... starting slow, but licking stronger and stronger. Farinella felt as if a spring was being wound up inside her, tighter... and tighter... and tighter... and tighter... Until it suddenly sprang loose and a flood of pure pleasure exploded out of her pussy and engulfed her entire body.

She screamed into the pillow as if she were being murdered. She didn't care who heard her... she didn't care who knew! She was still in the middle of her orgasm when the door opened and Grandmama came shuffling in. Instead of yelling, Grandmama scuttled up to her and put her hand over her mouth. She looked wide-eyed at Grandmama, who put her wizened old finger to her lips.

"Shhh."

Bette kept licking Farinella's pussy, and Grandmama just stood there with her wrinkly old hand over Farinella's mouth. Farinella couldn't help but start moaning and whimpering and screaming again, all into Grandmama's hand. Grandmama started stroking her hair lovingly, as she often did, a gentle smile on her old face. This was simply the last possible thing on earth she could ever have imagined happening.

When Farinella's orgasm peaked, Bette came up for air, and the three of them sat on the bed, Bette and Grandmama on either side, stroking Farinella's back gently, as she came down slowly from her ecstatic reverie.

After a while Grandmama said, "You mustn't do that again, Bette. Farinella is your cousin. If my son catches you, he'll have you arrested."

"But you and I do it all the time."

Farinella suddenly realized that Bette had been fooling around with Grandmama! It was simply beyond belief. The little old lady was so prim and proper, and went to church almost every day to say prayers and light a candle. But they were secret lovers!

Grandmama shushed Bette. "That's our secret, Bette. You must do what I say, and stay out of Farinella's room. Promise me."

Bette looked dejected. "Okay Grandmama." Then her eyes sparkled. "Do you want to lick Farinella's pussy?"

Grandmama swatted her. "You evil girl! We should never have taken you in. Now, go back to my room." Bette gave Farinella a gentle kiss on the lips and left. "Nighty-night, cousin."

"Nighty-night, Bette."

Grandmama held Farinella in silence for a while. Farinella's mind was going a mile a minute. Is Grandmama going to lick my pussy? Oh, lord... how horrible... how horrible... It was unfathomable. But Grandmama just petted her hair for a while. Then she started talking softly.

"Bette is a troubled soul, Farinella. As am I... as are you. I have loved women all my life, but my father caught we with my friend Antonia, and beat me every day for a year until I learned to hide my true self. So I married your grandpapa and pretended I was a good Catholic."

 "Will I have to marry a man too?"

Grandmama hugged her and cried, "I don't know, Farinella. I hope you never have to do anything you don't want to do."

"So... why can't Bette play with me?"

"Farinella... I haven't been with a woman since I was very young. I've been so lonely for almost sixty seven years now. Then Bette came along. It was like a miracle... a gift from god... an answer to my most secret, desperate prayers. Bette's mine. Please don't take her from me." Grandmama started crying, and Farinella comforted her. "I'm so pathetic. So pathetic..."

"No Grandmama. I understand. I won't let Bette touch me again. Thank you for letting her... you know... finish me. Now I know who I am. I'm never going to marry a man. Never."

Grandmama hugged her, and went to bed. Farinella never forgot that night. And she never fooled around with Bette again, though Bette did try to entice her more than once. But Bette loved Grandmama and remained her secret lover until Grandmama passed away. Then she packed her bags and moved on. Farinella had no idea where Bette was right now, but she thought about her all the time, and hoped that she'd found a woman to lick her clitoris regularly.

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Ever since her brief encounter with her cousin, the idea of incest had always turned Farinella on. Still, she was happy that Mrs. Foster wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment of doing something as freaky as accidentally eating her sister's pussy.

Lindsey couldn't get the image of Katie's asshole out of her mind. I need a distraction! So she started making out with her beautiful boss. If Farinella minded the soapy taste in her mouth, she didn't say anything. Soon the kiss was hot and heavy and their tongues were dancing as they gasped lustfully into each other's mouths. Their hands started roaming all over each other's bodies.

Then Farinella put her hands under Mrs. Foster's silky brown ass and lifted her up onto the sink counter, and kissed her way down to Mrs. Foster's beautiful nipples. She sucked them one by one until they were long and hard. After a minute or two of this, Mrs. Foster put her delicate hands on Farinella's head and pushed her gently downward, until her tongue entered the young teacher's exquisite vagina.

Farinella had been thinking of Mrs. Foster's furry little pussy all day long. Her girlfriend Yvonne was a black woman with pubes so scratchy you could strip paint with them. Going down on Yvonne was like sticking your tongue in a Brillo pad. But Mrs. Foster's silky bush was neatly trimmed, and her dark brown pubes were soft and fuzzy. Farinella sucked and teased Mrs. Foster's pussy lovingly.

Oh lord... I love this... I love eating her pussy... I love the taste of her... the smell of her... the feel of her... I love her. I really love her. Oh, lord... I can't be in love with her... can I? I must be out of my mind.

Katie's ribcage was killing her. She fought the hysterical laughs down, then weakly crawled to her purse and dug out her cigarettes. She lit one up and puffed it deeply. A soothing sensation flowed through her body and the hysteria that had been gripping her mind faded away. She took two more deep drags, slowly exhaling the smoke with satisfied sighs and felt her jangled nerves settling down.

Then she opened the bathroom door. She wasn't surprised at all by the sight of Farinella's bleach-blonde head between Lindsey's pretty, pale brown legs.

Lindsey was about to snap at Katie to go away... but then she saw the cigarette in Katie's hand. "Fuck, yeah. Let me have a puff."

Katie put her cigarette in Lindsey's lips. Lindsey sucked in the smoke and felt that magical nicotine hush, which calmed her crazy thoughts. Katie took out another cigarette and lit it up, leaning against the counter next to Lindsey. They looked at each other. Katie grinned wickedly. Lindsey's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. She put her index finger to her lips and shook her head slightly. Then Katie nodded, a sheepish expression on her face.

Then they both looked down at Farinella. She was lapping Lindsey's pussy with so much affection it was actually kind of adorable. Farinella looked up. When she saw that Katie was watching too, her blue eyes flashed with electric intensity. She looked back and forth between them, but she didn't stop licking. In fact, she started to put on a show for Katie.

Farinella was blown away that two sisters could be so at ease with each other... sitting naked side by side while one of them was getting eaten out. It reminded her of Bette and her sisters. It was insanely erotic. She was so turned on that she wasn't even offended by their smoking; a habit she considered incredibly nasty.

Lindsey opened her legs wide and leaned back against the mirror. Her right leg crossed over Katie's lap. Katie automatically slipped her arm under Lindsey's powder-soft calf and held it up. She had a bit of a déjà vu moment. It wasn't the first time she'd held Lindsey's leg while someone went down on her in a hotel bathroom. Only that time it had been a guy, not a girl.

In fact, they'd had a number of shared sexual experiences over the years, though nothing like what had just happened. They weren't sexually attracted to each other, after all. Gross. They were sisters... and best friends. But over the years they'd become comfortable having sex in the same room together. Even sharing the same partners. Katie had joined Lindsey's sorority during Lindsey's final year there, and they'd enjoyed numerous orgies and gang-bangs together. Lindsey had lovingly helped her through the whole experience like the wonderful sister she was. They shared cocks and pussies and coke and had just a ton of fun for months and months... until Mark knocked Lindsey up.

Once Lindsey was a mommy, she stopped fucking around, determined to be true to her husband. But three years later Katie had managed to seduce Lindsey into a couple of crazy foursomes, one with guys, one with girls. Lately Lindsey had been getting more and more lusty, to the point that she watched Katie going down on her girlfriend a couple of times, all the while masturbating... but not touching either of them.

We've always made sure not to cross any weird lines... sticking our tongues up each other's assholes, for example. Okay... so we don't have a normal sibling relationship, but we've never touched each other in an overtly sexual way. Not until today. Katie wondered what that meant for their friendship. Lindsey gave me an orgasm. My big sister totally reamed me out. Fuck. I can't believe it. She's got some skills!

Katie couldn't take her eyes off Farinella's pink tongue as it slid wetly all around her sister's swollen pussy. Farinella was staring back at her with those sky-blue eyes of hers, as she circled her sister's clit with her long, pink tongue. Lindsey was groaning. The beautiful sound of her voice sent little jolts through Katie's pussy, which was still zinging from the orgasm Lindsey had given her just a few minutes earlier. Farinella reached over and started running her hand up Katie's thigh and soon the pretty Italian lady's fingers were parting her bald pussy and sinking inside. Katie gasped with pleasure.

Lindsey was aware that Katie was on the counter next to her, holding her leg up, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see her sister... or even think about her. She was still deeply horrified and wanted to totally put it out of her mind.... to get lost in the insane pleasure of Farinella's tongue. She started to feel an orgasm coming on. Then she heard Katie starting to moan. Suddenly, the image of Katie's delicious pussy popped into her mind... her tongue was buried in it, licking it, loving it. She shook her head, trying to banish the memory, but Katie's moans triggered a vivid image of Katie's tight anus wrapped around her tongue as she thrusted her fingers in and out of Katie's velvety wet depths.

Fuck... she was so soft inside... so tight... and she tasted so fucking delicious... Waves of pure pleasure quivered through Lindsey's abdomen, and she started to whimper and moan. I ate Katie out! I gave my sister a rim-job! I did that! I actually did that!

Lindsey's vaginal muscles started rippling uncontrollably and her legs started shaking. She groaned, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuck!" Then she felt a powerful orgasm roaring through her body... it was beyond amazing... the best orgasm she'd had in months... maybe even years. She started screaming, "Omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod!!!!"

Katie was watching Lindsey writhe and buck on the countertop, as she held Lindsey's leg tightly against her belly. Farinella's fingers were walking on her g-spot now, making Katie start to vibrate and gasp too. She stared down at Lindsey's dripping wet pussy, feeling the sudden, crazy desire to touch it... but she knew she wouldn't... she couldn't. Her mouth was watering, drenching the filter of her cigarette.

Suddenly Lindsey squirted a jet of cum onto Farinella's face. Katie felt a jolt pleasure seeing such an amazing sight. She hadn't ever seen Lindsey squirt before... she knew that Lindsey had only done it a handful of times in her life, which meant that Lindsey was having an unusually awesome orgasm. Is it because of what she did to me earlier?

She wrapped her arm around Lindsey's and their hands clasped each other tight. Katie felt a pure wave of love for her sister, just as her own orgasm began to break. She didn't squirt, but liquid welled out of her, running down Farinella's hand.

Farinella slipped two fingers into Lindsey's pussy and leaned back, to take a good look at Lindsey and Katie. She was amazed that she was finger-fucking two sisters... she was even making them cum at the same time. They were so beautiful. "Sei cosi carino. Bella... bella." They looked so tantalizingly similar to each other. They had identical skin color and the same wonderful build, although Katie's breasts were a little larger, and Lindsey was a little skinnier and taller. But they were writhing and moaning in almost exactly the same way, as they held each other's hands tightly. And they both had cigarettes dangling out of their moaning lips. Farinella had always thought women looked ugly with cigarettes in their mouths, but this was the most incredibly erotic thing she'd ever seen in her life.

Farinella ducked out from under Lindsey's legs and pushed Katie's legs open, then planted her full lips on Katie's clit. Katie moaned hoarsely and leaned back against the mirror, opening her legs wide, as Farinella stuck her tongue deep into her second sibling slit of the day. Katie's juices welled out onto her tongue, and she drank them deeply.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Suck my pussy, Farinella!" Katie shouted.

At the same time, Lindsey moaned, "Fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!" Farinella was working her g-spot expertly, but Lindsey's eyes were closed and she was imagining Katie's fingers were doing the job instead. Fuck me, Katie! Yeah, fuck me, little sister! She moaned in ecstasy as another squirt of cum spritzed out of her, showering Farinella's hand and splattering the floor. It was an amazing feeling of pure release.

Farinella was in heaven as she lapped her tongue up and down and all around Katie's silky smooth pussy. Katie tasted different from her big sister... a little sweeter and more perfumed, compared to Mrs. Foster's musky flavor. But she couldn't pick one over the other. She sampled them like fine wines. Oh, lord... they're both so delicious! She gobbled and slurped, feeling every fold and flap of Katie's young pussy sliding over her tongue and face. She began to suck on Katie's hard little clit, quickly working the girl up to another squealing crescendo, until both sisters were quivering and shaking and screaming and cumming. Now Katie's pussy squirted, splashing Farinella's cheeks, and flooding her mouth. After a few more minutes of this, they both closed their legs to make her stop. It was simply too much for them. Farinella smiled. She herself never stopped anyone from giving her too many orgasms, but she knew she had a higher tolerance for pleasure than most women.

Farinella stood, and looked lovingly down at the sisters... they were so adorable... lying side by side, their eyes closed and hands clutching, quivering uncontrollably as their orgasms wound down. Their cigarettes had pendulous ashes hanging from the ends, so Farinella carefully took them out of their mouths and tossed them in the toilet. Then she leaned over and kissed Lindsey gently on the mouth, then Katie. After they had recovered a bit, she took their hands in hers, pulled them to their feet and led them into the bedroom without a word. There were two queen size beds, but she pulled them onto the same one, and they settled in on either side of her. She put her arms around the sisters and hugged them to her sides, cooing with happiness.

"E 'stato meraviglioso. I can't believe I'm in bed with both of you. Questo e' erotico!"

Lindsey and Katie peeked over Farinella's neck at each other. There were things to be said... but what? How? When? Did it really matter? What had happened, had happened. For now, all that mattered was that they were in bed with a fucking gorgeous, sexy woman. They both desired her... and they'd always been happy to share their toys. Lindsey laid her hand on Farinella's belly and Katie did the same. They entwined their fingers and smiled.

Then Lindsey started kissing Farinella on the cheek, and Katie mimicked her actions. They'd played the mirror game many times... but never in bed with a sex partner.

"Si! Si!" Farinella moaned happily as both sisters kissed and licked her cheeks. Then they started nibbling her ears and sticking their tongues inside... it was so wonderful, but it tickled a bit. She giggled, saying, "Mi fa il solletico." The feel of their quivering breaths on the fine hairs around her ears made her shudder with lust. She turned her head toward Lindsey and kissed, tongues entwined, then said, "Sono dipendente dei tuoi baci!" Then turned toward Katie and said, "Anche il vostro." Then kissed her too.

She started going back and forth between the sisters, amazed at how differently they kissed. Katie's lips were a little fuller than her sister's, and her kisses were slow and romantic. Her soft tongue would dart teasingly around Farinella's lips, and occasionally sink in to sensuously lick her tongue. Lindsey, on the other hand, was a more erotic kisser. Her tongue was stiffer and more invasive, but in the most wonderful way. Neither of them kissed like Yvonne at all. Yvonne never French kissed.

The sister's entwined hands started moving slowly up and down Farinella's soft belly, going higher and lower on each pass, until their hands were rubbing delightfully over her pussy mound, then going all the way onto her breasts and circling them together. Then their fine little fingers found the row of satin bows between her breasts and untied them. They let go of each other's hands and pulled the lacy top open, exposing Farinella's naked breasts completely.

Farinella moaned, "Oh, si... bene!"

Katie and Lindsey smiled at each other and looked down at Farinella's amazing tits... those dark fat nipples and large pink areolas... just stunning. Her big, round breasts sloshed around in a wonderfully oceanic way as she gasped in pleasure. Farinella moaned and arched her back as they pinched her nipples with their delicate fingers. Katie leaned in and started licking the outside edge of Farinella's left breast, and Lindsey mirrored her movement. They licked inward, looking at each other, until they were tonguing Farinella's nipples playfully. Then Lindsey leaned in and took Farinella's right nipple into her mouth, and Katie did the same with her left. The sisters were suckling her together, the tops of their heads softly touching, as Farinella moaned and writhed in pleasure, running her hands up their backs and into their hair, pulling their faces in tight, so they sucked as much of her large breasts into their mouths as possible.




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Farinella giggled, because their tongues tickled in the most delightful way, "Oooh, mi fai il solletico..." Although they didn't understand her words, they understood that it was tickling her, so they started to back off, but she pulled their mouths to her nipples again, "No, non ti fermare! Mi piace."

As Lindsey suckled her, she moved her hand slowly down Farinella's belly, sensing that Katie was doing the same thing. Together they pulled the silk fabric of Farinella's negligee up above her crotch. Then Lindsey slipped her hand under the waistband of Farinella's panties, feeling Katie's thumb wrapping over hers, as their fingers slid into the soft, moist bush. I can't believe we're touching her pussy at the same time...

Katie was thinking, how did we get through all those orgies in college without ever doing this before? This is fucking awesome! She followed Lindsey's hand down to Farinella's wet pussy, and together they pulled the warm, wet lips open. She felt Lindsey's fingertips sinking into Farinella's vagina, so Katie put hers on Farinella's sopping wet clit and started to gently circle it.

Farinella gasped and bucked, her breasts bouncing around in the sister's mouths. "Che se sente cosi bene! Oh, si... si... meravigliosa!"

She couldn't believe that they were doing this together... that both of them had their mouths on her breasts and their hands on her pussy. Farinella opened her legs wide and Lindsey started thrusting three fingers in and out, while Katie swirled her clit. It felt so amazing that she could no longer speak. She was too busy writhing and moaning in mind-blowing pleasure.

Then she felt them kissing their way down her belly, their long brown hair dragging deliciously across her skin. Oh lord... oh lord... what are they doing to me?

Lindsey thought Katie started the motion downward, but Katie though Lindsey did. They were trying so hard to mimic each other that perhaps they were reacting to their subconscious impulses. But for whatever reason, they slowly, peck by beck, lick by lick, worked their way down. They crawled over Farinella's legs and kissed her belly side-by-side, then continued kissing downward... slowly downward, until they could feel the top of Farinella's bush tickling their chins. They were so close that their shoulders were overlapping, and their cheeks were softly brushing together.

Then they started kissing outward, down the inside of Farinella's fleshy thighs, holding her legs wide open. They were looking at each other sideways the whole time as they kissed their way down to her knees and over her shins to her ankles. Then they sucked her toes gently, their eyes locked as Farinella giggled delightfully.

Lindsey thought, now what? She saw Katie kissing back toward Farinella's ankles, so she followed suit, and bit-by-bit they moved closer and closer together.

Farinella propped herself up on her elbows and stared down in amazement. The sisters were kissing closer and closer... converging peck by delicate peck on her aching pussy. Then, after an eternity of suspense, she felt their kisses on the super-sensitive skin on either side of her labia... she thought for sure they'd stop there... but they didn't... their lips kissed her pussy lips together. Farinella plopped back down on the pillow, mind exploding with pleasure as she felt the two sister's tongues begin to dodge and dance around her pussy.

What the fuck are you doing, Lindsey? Her tongue was touching Katie's tongue, as they licked Farinella's pussy together. It wasn't the first time they'd done something like this... she remembered a time back in college... a couple of times actually... plus that time with the sailors, when they'd team-sucked a guy's cock. Their tongues had touched, but they hadn't thought anything about it at the time. Maybe it was because they were wired on cocaine, or maybe it was simply that they were such cock whores, all they cared about was making the guy cum. They'd done it a lot of times, now that she thought about it.

But licking a woman's cunt together was new... and it just seemed different somehow... more erotic... intimate... forbidden. Their cheeks were together... Katie's arm was over her back, and she could feel Katie's firm breast pressing into her arm. Their mouths were side by side... their lips were touching... their tongues were working as one, going up and down Farinella's wet pussy, parting her delicate lips and flicking over the sides of her hard clit, all the while sliding around wetly together.

Katie couldn't help but notice how wet her own pussy was becoming, as she and her sister sampled their first shared pussy together. She put her right hand between her legs and started masturbating... it was simply too erotic to resist. She put her left hand up by Farinella's pussy, and she could feel Lindey's fingers were already there. Now they were touching Farinella's pussy together, running their fingers all over and entwining them, as they grew wet with Farinella's juices. Then Katie felt Lindsey stick her index finger inside Farinella's vagina, so she did the same. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... Now both of their fingers were inside Farinella's sopping wet depths, side by side... they started rubbing her g-spot together, their fingers slipping and sliding over each other in that warm, pink tunnel.

Lindsey's pussy was aching to be touched, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. That would be too weird. It's bad enough my tongue is touching hers, and our fingers are inside Farinella's snatch at the same time...  Farinella started screaming and bucking and cumming. Her mind was exploding from the sheer unbelievable awesomeness of it all. Their fingers were together inside her... doing things she'd never felt before, and the sensation of two tongues on either side of her clit was simply unbelievable, only made more awesome by the fact that they were siblings! An incredible orgasm gripped her entire body. It was even more powerful than the one Katie had given her earlier, and it went on and on, because the sisters kept sucking her and finger fucking her for what seemed an eternity. They took her expertly from orgasm to orgasm, until tears were flowing out of her eyes and she was sobbing with raw emotion.

Lindsey sat up and said, with concern, "Are you okay?"  Farinella moaned, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Lindsey and Katie clasped hands and formed two fingers each into a virtual cock. Then they plunged their four fingers into Farinella and started fucking her hard, their thumbs pushing against her clit on each stroke. Farinella screamed and writhed. Lindsey could feel her arm sliding up and down Katie's tit as they banged Farinella together. Katie's nipple grew hard, as it popped on and off her arm with each thrust.

Katie couldn't believe how fucking awesome it felt having Lindey's arm rubbing her nipple. She was swirling her own clit, while sucking Farinella's with Lindsey, and started to feel an orgasm coming on.

Lindsey heard Katie moaning. Oh fuck... the little bitch is masturbating! The sound of Katie cumming, with her face and tongue totally next to hers, was just utterly wrong. But she tried to ignore her own aching pussy and thumping heart, and concentrate on Farinella's pleasure. She flat out refused to touch herself, or even admit that everything about this was insanely erotic. Katie's groans ended eventually, and they just kept licking and sucking and finger fucking together until their jaws were sore and their arms were aching. Farinella showed absolutely no sign of peaking. Her orgasms just went on and on.

Finally exhausted, the sisters sat up and looked down at Farinella. Even with their mouths and hands off of her, the Italian woman was continuing to quiver and quake, her large breasts rolling about as she went through a long series of orgasmic aftershocks. Her eyes were closed... lost to the world.

Katie looked at Lindsey and said, "Wow... she's insatiable!"

Lindsey was amazed too. "We went down on her for an hour at least. I think she was having an orgasm the whole time."  Katie rubbed her hands together and smiled. "My knuckles are killing me."  Lindsey laughed and said. "My mouth is numb. I can barely feel my lips." She puckered them, trying to get the blood moving.

Katie leaned forward impulsively and kissed Lindsey's puckered lips, softly licking them with her tongue. It wasn't a sisterly kiss, but wet and sexy. An electric jolt shot right through Lindsey's cunt.

She pulled back with a shocked expression, and stared at her sister. They hadn't kissed each other like that since she gave Katie kissing lessons in high school. But it had never felt like that.

Katie was looking at her with a desperate expression. "I'm sorry... I was just wondering what..."

Lindsey put her hand around Katie's neck and leaned forward swiftly, sticking her tongue deep into Katie's mouth. They made out... really made out... for almost two minutes as they kneeled between Farinella's quivering legs.

Lindsey came to her senses when she felt Katie's hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipple.

She pulled back, a shocked expression on her face. What the fuck? What are we doing? Damn it!

Katie blushed, "Uh..."

"It's late. Farinella needs to sleep. She has a big day tomorrow."  Katie's face was confused and concerned. "Lindsey..."

Lindsey put her finger on Katie's lips and said, "Shh. Sleep."

Lindsey lay down next to Farinella's quivering body, and tried to gather her thoughts. Her mind was overloaded. She just couldn't deal with that fucking incredible kiss. A moment later Katie laid down too. They lay in silence, each wondering what the fuck they were going to do now.

The room flickered with candlelight. Romantic music played softly.

Farinella smiled and cooed, overwhelmed with a warmth that she hadn't felt since her first year with Yvonne. She was in love with a couple of sisters. I love them... I love them both so much... She whispered, "Vi amo, Katie e Lindsey... Vi amo." Then she fell asleep.

Lindsey lay there silently for a while, not feeling remotely sleepy at all. Then she reached up to cup Farinella's right breast. A few seconds later she saw Katie reach up to cup Farinella's left breast.

Katie giggled and whispered, "She's too hard to resist."

"Go to sleep." Lindsey didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to think about it. She only wanted to sleep.

Eventually... she did.

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Field Trip Follies Ch. 06



Notes

This is the sixth installment of Field Trip Follies. 
Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. 

For this chapter, we leave Lindsey sleeping in bed, and see what some of her students are up to, particularly the dorky nerds Denny and Bitty. You don't have to read any of the earlier chapters to enjoy this.

I will be loading chapter 7 in a few days, so check back soon! 

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!



DAY 3 – AFTER MIDNIGHT

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA – FALMONT HOTEL

DECEMBER 30 



Almost everybody on the Big Blue Band turned in early that night. They had a big day ahead of them: practice in the morning, followed by a performance at Bandfest in the afternoon, all in preparation for the following morning's big event: the Tournament of Roses Parade. 

But not everybody got a full night's sleep. 

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Brant West was smitten with the most wonderful woman in the world... his adorable English teacher, Mrs. Foster. Earlier in the evening, he'd tried to find her, but nobody knew where she'd gone. So he went to his room and lay in bed, his heart aching in the most wonderful, horrible way. Unable to sleep, he started writing a story. He worked in the bathroom to spare his three roommates the scratching sounds of pencil on paper... and the occasional lovelorn mutter, "I love you, Mrs. Foster... sigh."

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Gary Blunt tossed and turned all night, unable to stop thinking about the crazy events of the day. Was he going to lose his virginity the following night? The thought excited him and terrified him in equal measures. Things were moving fast... way too fast. He considered calling everything off, but events had already been set in motion. His fate was now in the hands of that naughty little English teacher, Mrs. Foster. 

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Stan Field stayed up all night reading the books Mrs. Foster had given him. He was a slow reader and the books were sooooo boring, but he was determined to succeed. She was expecting book reports on her desk in a few weeks, so there was no rush... but he was just too excited to wait. Her offer to have sex with him if he graduated from high school had given him the first true taste of motivation he'd ever had. He wanted nothing more than to get his grades out of the crapper so he could fuck sexy little Mrs. Foster again!

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Willie Jones couldn't sleep. He was reliving every moment of his intense sexual encounter with Mrs. Foster. She'd fucked him on the bus during the lunch break, slapping his face so hard that it still hurt... his pride, anyway. He was a seven-foot tall, physically fit former basketball star, but that tiny little woman had totally made him her bitch. And much to his amazement, he'd loved every second of it.  I want to be her bitch again! But he didn't see that happening. For one thing, she considered herself done with him, and for another thing, he didn't want to tangle with that scary husband of hers. But... what if he misbehaved just a little? Enough that she'd think he needed a little straightening out, but not enough to involve her crazy husband. He smiled a wide, wicked smile, and tried to think of something that might piss her off sufficiently to warrant further 'punishment'.

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Denny Shannon was too happy to sleep. He was laying in bed next to his snoring roommate, staring at the dark ceiling. He couldn't believe how suddenly his nerdy little life had changed. Yesterday he was loveless and alone, desperately lusting after his adoptive lesbian mothers, and nursing an unhealthy crush on the Band Director, Miss Ostiago. But now, miracle of miracles, he had a girlfriend. Now he had Bitty Winter. And it was all thanks to that angelic English teacher, Mrs. Foster. He impatiently waited for morning, when he could finally see Bitty's kooky little face again. What if she doesn't like me tomorrow?

Around 2 am, Denny decided that he couldn't wait until morning. He'd escorted Bitty to her room the night before, so he knew right where she was... way down past the elevators, where the girls were all housed. He quietly sneaked out of his room, barefoot and wearing only his Spidey jammies. But then he wondered if he should go back and get the condoms Mrs. Foster had given him. The thought made him blush. Don't get ahead of yourself, doofus. Nothing's gonna happen. You just met Bitty today. Heck, you'll be lucky if you have enough nerve to knock on her door, much less... He couldn't even think the word fuck.



As he was shuffling quietly down the hallway, he saw Bitty coming out her room. His heart leapt in his chest. Wow! Bitty had the same idea as me! How cool is that? A moment later she saw him and smiled her glittery, metal-mouth smile, positively glowing with happiness. She was so beautiful... and so wonderfully dorky. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, and her frizzy pinkish-blonde hair was wet, as if she'd just stepped out of the shower. She started playfully shuffling toward him in her big, fuzzy slippers, and his breath was taken away by the way her tits were bouncing around under her robe. Oh... would you look at that... no bra. He wanted to see Bitty's boobs again... touch them again... kiss them again.

Bitty couldn't believe that Denny had snuck out of his room at the almost exact same time as her. Oh, we think so much alike! Denny looked so cute, with his frizzy black hair, thick glasses, knobby knees, big ears and pimples... absolutely adorable.  



She'd been secretly in love with Denny since seventh grade, when they'd been assigned to cut up a frog together in Biology 101. He'd almost passed out from the utter grossness of the whole thing, so she ended up doing all the work herself. The other girls laughed at him for being a wimp, but that's what Bitty loved about Denny. He was sweet and gentle... couldn't even hurt a dead frog. Well, she wasn't afraid of a dead frog, but she was afraid of Denny Shannon. She could barely speak a word to him during that class or after. And so the years passed by. She watched him silently from afar, too timid to tell him how she felt. 

But last afternoon... a miracle occurred. Denny Shannon kissed her! Right there in the back of the bus! Then they made out for hours and hours, ending their session with a wonderfully naughty dry hump. She was still shaking from the joy of it all. She was in love. Totally in love. 

She stared running toward him, and he started running toward her. It was like a scene out of an old movie.

They both saw Mr. Dodder at the same time and screeched to a halt. Mr. Dodder had been posted in the elevator nook between the boy's and girl's rooms to make sure no funny business occurred. His bulbous nose was buried in his iPhone, probably playing Angry Birds, as he often did in his classroom while the kids were taking tests. 

Denny stared impotently at Bitty and shrugged. Bitty pointed toward the stairwells at the ends of the hall, then down, mouthing "Lobby." Denny nodded. 

They both turned around and ran to the stairwells and absolutely flew down the stairs. They were panting and out of breath by the time they found each other in the lobby. Instead of running into each other's arms, they braked to a halt, just a few feet apart, and stared at each other, gasping and sweating. They noticed that the night clerk was looking at them oddly, so Bitty gestured for Denny to follow her. 

He caught up with her and clasped her hand in his, thrilled by the feel of her delicate little fingers in his skinny little hand. He didn't know what to say... tongue-tied as always. They just walked hand-in-hand in silence, Bitty leading the way. She led him down a long hallway of guest rooms, then down the corridor that led to the convention center where they'd practiced the night before.

The convention center lobby was empty and dark. Jazz was playing low on the speakers. It echoed hollowly, making the sprawling room feel eerie and romantic. Bitty led Denny to the most remote corner of the room, where a handful of potted palms had been placed to form a semi-private conversation nook. A small lamp next to an overstuffed couch was illuminating the area in a warm pool of light. She pushed him to the couch and immediately straddled his lap. He was certain now that she'd been showering, because her robe was soggy, and her frizzy hair was dripping on him. After looking him in the eyes for a few seconds, she planted her lips on his. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Once again their glasses were clunking together, their tongues were entwining, and their hands were roaming over each other's backs. 

Denny's cock immediately began to grow. His Spidey jammies were loose, so there was nothing to stop his penis from standing up. He was nervous that Bitty would be freaked out if she felt it, but what could he do? She had him pinned and was madly kissing his face while running her fingers through his hair. His cock rose until it was pressing deep into the crack of her ass.

Bitty moaned in delight. She wasn't wearing anything under her bathrobe, so she could feel Denny's cock with amazing clarity through his silly jammies. She started to slide herself forward and back, rubbing her ass and pussy across the top of his pole. It was so hard, it felt like it was trying to lift her right off the couch. She giggled as she kissed.

Denny was thrilled with how quickly Bitty moved to dry humping. Back on the bus it had taken hours to reach this stage. It's like we're starting right where we left off! He cupped her butt cheeks in his hands, and realized with shock that she wasn't wearing panties under the thin robe. Wow... she's rubbing me with her naked pussy! He boldly reached up under Bitty's robe and squeezed her smooth, moist ass with both hands, thrilling at the baby softness of her flesh. 

Then Bitty untied the belt around her waist and leaned back. He stared in wonder as she opened her robe, letting him see her beautiful, pale little body, which was dramatically illuminated by the single lamp. Her breasts were so pretty... pale and freckly, with puffy areolas that were only slightly darker than the rest of her skin. He could also see her tight little belly button, and farther down, a little tuft of blonde pubic hair, which was half buried in the loose fabric of his waistband. 

Bitty moaned as Denny's hands cupped her breasts and fondled her puffy nipples. She stroked herself with greater urgency on his erection.  Oh... it's so long and hard. Much bigger than my brother's, that's for sure. Her clitoris was zinging like crazy after a few minutes of this. She moaned and gasped, then leaned back, so Denny could wrap his mouth around her nipples. He sucked and slurped loudly, making her giggle.

He loved the way her breasts bounced around in his mouth as she giggled. But she was definitely riding his cock too hard. It was bent down toward his feet, and pressing painfully against his balls. But he wasn't about to say anything to ruin this perfect moment. But she must have seen him wince in pain, because she slid back far enough to let his cock pop erect, sliding over her pussy as it did so. She started grinding him again, deliberately pressing her pussy against the underside of his penis. It felt much better! After only a few seconds, he could feel moisture seeping through his jammies. He didn't know if it was wetness from the shower... or wetness from her pussy! 

Bitty was starting to feel an orgasm coming on. But she couldn't quite get Denny's erection to hit her clit just right, so she put one foot on the couch and lifted up just enough so the tip of his boner was touching her clitoris. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, through his jammies, and started to flick the tip of it back and forth across the sensitive button.

Denny was astounded. He was staring at her pussy... the first pussy he'd ever seen in real life. He'd seen Miss Ostiago's and Mrs. Fosters, but only in that little movie Mrs. Foster made for him. But this was entirely different. He could see everything. Bitty's pussy had vivid pink lips, which were very fleshy, and very, very wet. Above that was a big puffy ball of blonde pubic hair. It reminded him of a tribble. He wondered if it would purr if he pet it. 

As she manipulated his cock, the tip of it began to emerge from the loose fly, clothed in nothing but his white underwear. Now there was only a single layer of fabric between their sex organs. The head of his cock was sliding and spreading her glistening, wet lips in the most amazing way. Each time she flicked the head across her hard little clit, her whole body jumped. He put his hands lightly against her breasts, so as she jumped, the nipples brushed wonderfully across the palms of his hands.

Bitty was thrilled with how thick and hard Denny's cock felt in her hand. She wondered what it looked like. Fuckadoodle... I have to see it for myself.

Denny was surprised when Bitty stepped backward off his lap. For a moment he thought she was about to call it quits. But then she grabbed the waistband of his jammies and undies, and pulled them completely off with one big yank, then tossed them aside and knelt between his knees. He couldn't believe she'd just stripped him half-naked like that. Oh, shit! She's looking at my cock! 

Bitty was thrilled at the sight of Denny's big, pale cock, and his fuzzy, dangly balls. She'd only ever seen her brother's cock, and had no idea that they could be so different. Denny's was almost two inches longer than her brother's, which she'd once measured at five inches. Herchel's was narrow at the base, with a big, rubbery, red knob on top, and long, fleshy balls. But Denny's cock was sleek and straight, with a bullet shaped head, and a shaft that tapered out to a thick base. His balls were round and covered with only a downy layer of brown pubes. "Wow. Your cock is so pretty, Denny. So pretty..." 

Denny's mind went blank. All he could do was stare in amazement as Bitty started to touch his naked cock with her fingertips, staring in fascination with her cerulean blue eyes. She pulled it down, then giggled in delight as she let it go and it popped erect. Each boink sent a thrill right into Denny's ball sack. She did that a few more times, giggling with each bounce. Then she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed it tight, making him gasp. He loved the sight of her delicate fingertips wrapped around him like that. Her fingernails had Turquoise nail polish, to match the turquoise frame of her big, goofy glasses.

Then Denny watched in stunned amazement as Bitty leaned forward, and opened her mouth. He saw the sparkle of her braces, as she licked the tip of his cock. Oh my god... she's licking it! She's licking it! She looked up at him and opened her mouth and wrapped her pretty pink lips around the head of his cock. Oh, craaaap! She's sucking it! She's sucking it! It felt like a dream... except, if it were a dream it would be Mrs. Ostiago, or one of his moms sucking his cock, not this adorable girl he'd never really noticed before yesterday. Bitty winter is giving me a blowjob. Whattaya know about that? He felt her soft little tongue swirling around the tip, then around the sides of his rubbery helmet, sending tingles up his spine. 

Bitty felt wonderful. I can't believe I'm actually sucking Denny Shannon's penis. It's so beautiful... so perfect. So yummy! Bitty wrapped her fingers around the thick base of Denny's cock and slid her hand up to meet her lips. Then she plunged all the way down, with hand and mouth, until the tip of his cock tickled the back of her throat, just like her brother taught her to do. Denny's entire body jerked as if he'd been shot, and he moaned a plaintive, wimpy moan. She loved it. She started stroking up and down with her mouth and hand, slobbering all over his shaft. She sucked hard, and continued going up and down... up and down... up and down, making loud slurping sounds, and humming with happiness.

Denny was utterly amazed at the sight of Bitty's mouth and hand sliding up and down his cock. She started fondling his balls with her other hand, and he just about passed out from joy. The next minute was pure bliss. Then suddenly he felt an orgasm coming and his thighs began to shake. He felt a rush of panic. Not now! Not yet! Too soon! Oh no! "Oh shit..." he mumbled. He tried to push her away. He didn't think she'd want him to cum in her mouth. 

Bitty felt his cock stiffen and swell even more than before, so she knew he was going to have an orgasm soon. She moaned in happiness. She felt his hand on her forehead trying to push her away but she wouldn't let go. She tightened her grip on his shaft and slurped and sucked harder than ever, until she felt Denny's warm, thick cum shooting into her mouth. That dense, spermy flavor she loved so much, assaulted her tongue. Denny's cum tasted saltier than Herchel's, and it was thicker and less voluminous. She liked that... it was easier to keep in her mouth... easier to swallow, and she swallowed each shot, one at a time. Her eyes filled with happy tears. They dripped down her face as she jerked the last few shots out of him. She'd dreamed of this moment for years. 

"I'm sorry..." Denny mumbled, seeing her tears. 

She pulled off his cock and said, "About what? That was so fun! Let's do that again." She immediately engulfed his cock again, eagerly, happily, her cerulean eyes looking up at him, glittering with happiness. 

Denny looked down in amazement. His cock didn't have a chance to get soft, because she sucked it immediately to life again. Where did she learn to do this? In less than a minute, he was as hard as an iron bar again. Then she scrunched down and started licking his downy ball-sack with her tongue while stroking his cock with her narrow hand. He'd never felt anything as wonderful before. 

She was so skillful and confident, Denny realized that she must have done this before; probably a lot of times. He never would have guessed Bitty was a seasoned cocksucker. She was so shy at school. So, whose cock is she sucking? She's gotta be doing it regularly. And if she's sucking cock regularly, maybe she's getting boinked regularly too. That thought was a little disappointing. He'd been hoping that he and Bitty could maybe lose their virginity together... someday... when the time was right. 

Bitty was in seventh heaven. She loved sucking Denny's cock... more than her brother's even! 

•

When Bitty and Herschel were growing up, they were normal Jewish siblings. He was bossy and she was bratty. They fought like cats and dogs over everything. In spite of that, Herschel was her best friend... mostly because she didn't have any friends, due to her shyness. Her mother urged her to join the band so she could socialize a bit, but she was so talentless and uncoordinated that she was relegated to playing the triangle during band concerts and carrying the left side of the banner when they were marching. That meant she was excused from most practices, and did very little socializing with her band-mates. So she remained a lonely, quiet girl, who lived in her own little fantasy world.

But at home, Bitty was comfortable enough to be her true self: playful, physical and feisty. She fought with Herschel over the tiniest little things, mostly because it was so much fun. Half the time their arguments ended in a wrestling match. She really wasn't a match for him in strength, but she was fast and slippery. She spent most of their battles slapping him, then running away, and wriggling out of his grasp. But in the end, she always ended up pinned to the floor, squirming as he tortured her with noogies and drops of drool. She loved every second of it. 




Field Trip Follies Ch. 06



Then, one day, right in the middle of an epic battle, Herschel suddenly blushed, let her go and ran off to his room, leaving her scratching her head. It wasn't like him to give up like that. In the subsequent weeks, these sudden departures happened more and more often until finally he stopped wresting entirely, saying "We're getting too grown up for that kind of thing". But she loved their battles, so she tired provoke fights unsuccessfully, for months and months... then years and years. And to make matters worse, he stopped hanging out with her entirely, spending most of his time closeted up in his room. Bitty missed him. Her only friend had forsaken her, and her life became lonelier than ever. 

So one Sunday, after their parents went out on an errand, she charged into Herschel's room and ripped his Anne Hathaway poster to shreds, right in front of his eyes. He loved that poster.

"You crazy little bitch!"

He chased her all over the house, roaring like a madman, while she giggled and dodged and weaved. She'd grown a foot since the last time they wrestled, so she found it easier to evade him, and even when he grabbed her, he had a much harder time with her than before. So he got more and more physical, wrapping his arms around her and trying to wrestle her to the ground. After a while, she noticed that there was something awfully hard in his pants. It was poking against her ass as she struggled free. During their next grapple, she realized that the hard thing in Herschel's pants was his penis!

She laughed and screamed, and broke free. And then she started chanting, "Herschel's got a boner, Herschel's got a boner..." 

"Shut up!"

"Herschel's got a boner, Herschel's got a boooooneeeeer!" 

"Shut the fuck up, Bitty!"

As she struggled to evade him, things got suddenly very intense and serious. Herschel was much more aggressive than usual, and there was a crazy look in his eye. As for Bitty, she was excited... so excited! Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her pussy was vibrating with pleasure as she squirmed about. She felt positively giddy with happiness, but a little bit frightened by Herschel's intensity. 

The next time he grabbed her, he seemed to be 'accidentally' rubbing his boner against her body a lot more than was strictly necessary. Now she knew why he'd stopped wrestling with her in the first place. He'd grown physically attracted to her and was ashamed of it. But now, all shame was out the window. He was crazed with lust. That realization made her giddy...the thought that she was turning her brother on was intensely exciting! But it was scary too.

After a while she realized that he wasn't trying very hard to subdue her. It was more like he was toying with her, using every opportunity to clumsily grope her in places that had always been off limits before... her chest... her ass... her crotch... he even tried to flip her by reaching between her legs and lifting her off her feet, his hand pressing powerfully into her over-stimulated pussy. 

"No fair, no fair!"

She managed to spin out of his grasp, but he was holding a fistful of her sweatshirt and she heard it ripping open as she pulled herself away. For a second she was afraid it was going to rip right off her body, which would have been terrible... she wasn't wearing a bra. But there was only a five-inch rip in the fabric near her navel.

They were both breathing hard now. They squared off on opposite sides of the couch, eyeing each other and prowling back and forth like jungle cats. She'd never seen such an animalistic look in Herschel's nerdy face before ... so manly... so dangerous. And she'd never felt such an animalistic feeling in herself before either. It was utterly exhilarating. 

Instead of chasing her around the couch Herschel jumped right over it and she slipped as she turned to run. Moments later he reached around her, dug his fingers deep into her tender young breasts and yanked her back, slamming her against his chest. 

"Ow! Let go! That hurts!"

He didn't let go. He just held her tight. His hands squeezing her tits painfully and his boner digging into the crack of her ass. 

He growled into her ear, "You can't get away, Bitty. I'm gonna eat you up!"

"No, really! Stop squeezing my tits!" She shrieked, "STOP SQUEEZING MY TITS!"

Suddenly Herschel came to his senses and he let her go. He just looked at her in shock, his face turning bright red with embarrassment. She started massaging her breasts tenderly, "Owie...ow ... ow..." He just stood there and stared right out them, his mouth wide open, as if he'd never really noticed how big they'd become since the last time they wrestled. 

"Wow, you big bully. My boobies are delicate things! You squeezed them too hard!"

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

She was charmed by her brother's concerned expression. She pouted, and said, "A little. You totally gave me a boo-boo on my boob-boobs." She giggled at her joke. Then she said, with a pouty little-sister voice, "You should kiss it and make it all better."

He stared at her with a shocked expression. She was only joking... wanting to see him squirm. She arched her chest toward him and said, "Come on, big brother. You gave me a boo-boo. You have to kiss it to make it better. Those are the house rules, you know that." 

Herschel's eyes were locked on her tits. She wondered what he was thinking, and when he was going to admit defeat. But then, suddenly, he leaned over and kissed the top swell of her breasts lightly, lovingly, one after the other.

He straightened up and his face turned even redder. He nervously croaked, "How's that? All better?"

She suddenly wanted to know how far he was willing to take this thing. She stuck out her bottom lip and said, "Nope. Still hurt."

He leaned over and kissed them again, this time cupping the sides softly in his hands for a few moments. 

"How about now?"

"Better... but you squeezed them awful hard. You probably broke them. Why aren't your magical kisses working?"

"Well... that... uh... sweatshirt is pretty thick. My magical healing kisses can't... uh... penetrate the fabric. It's a double rayon poly knit... very hard for healing kisses to... uh... penetrate."

Bitty giggled and grinned. She loved Herschel's sense of humor. "Yeah, it is." 

"Maybe you should... uh... take it off... so I can kiss your boo-boos better."

The expression on his face was so intense... so hopeful. But she knew he was just playing chicken with her... testing her to see who gave up first. Well, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, so she peeled off her sweatshirt with one swift move. 

He gasped, probably not realizing that she wasn't wearing a bra. He just stood there, eyes as wide as saucers, staring right at her naked tits for the first time since they were babies. She realized this was a first for her too. Daddy had seen her naked once, but that was only an accident, and he'd looked away so fast he almost broke his neck. But Herschel wasn't looking away. He was mesmerized.

She wanted to win the game, so she decided to call his bluff. "Well? Kiss them already, or I win." 

After another minute of open-mouthed staring, Herschel leaned forward and gently kissed her breasts, one by one, right on the tips of her nipples. She couldn't believe he did it. Her whole body jumped with each kiss. She could feel the moistness of his lips. A thrill shot straight to her pussy.

He stood up again. "How's that? All better now?"

"Nope. They still hurt, you meanie. If you loved me at all, you'd do a better job with your boo-boo kisses."

"Well... why don't you show me where it hurts."

She pointed to a spot on the underside of her right boob. He crouched and gave her a soft kiss on the spot. She felt a tiny little jolt of electricity emanating from the spot. Then she pointed to another spot, and he gave that spot a gentle kiss too. Then she led him around and around her breasts, trying to see how long he would keep it up. A long time, apparently. He even kissed the flesh in the crease on the underside of her breasts, as she held her breasts up for him. A hundred kisses later, it seemed as if he'd kissed every nanometer of her breasts... except her areolas and nipples. She was saving those for last.

He grinned when she finally pointed to her left nipple and Herschel leaned in, and his lips parted softly as he kissed it. She felt his tongue flick the tip. Then he moved to her right breast, and she grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pulled him tight. She felt his mouth open and now her nipple and areola were fully engulfed in her brother's warm, wet mouth. She moaned, and he started sucking and swirling his tongue around and around. It felt amazing. She began to rub her breasts back and forth across his open mouth. He stuck his tongue out and soon her tits were covered with her brother's drool. She moaned with pleasure, running her fingers through is kinky black hair. 

He was enjoying it a little too much and started making moaning noises of his own, while rubbing his erection with his hand. She giggled and suddenly pushed him, knocking him right over onto his back. She ran from the room, laughing, and he chased her up the stairs. They dodged and weaved all over the top floor... through the rumpus room, and through their parent's huge bedroom. Bitty was giggling like a little girl, but Herschel was staring at her naked, bobbing breasts, with predatory intensity. 

When he finally caught her, he pulled her down onto their parent's king-size bed. He was on top of her, groping and licking her breasts with reckless abandon.

"Too rough, Herschel... too rough..."

Then he started trying to kiss her face, and she had to twist away. There was no way she was going to kiss her brother! By this time he was straddling her, and he was humping her, rubbing his hard-on against her belly, scratching her skin with his zipper.

"Stop it, Herschel!"

All pretense of play was over. He had her pinned and started fumbling at her waistband, trying to unbutton her pants. Oh no... Herschel wants to fuck me! She was a virgin and intended to stay one until the man of her dreams came along. No way was she gonna let her brother fuck her!

"Stop it, Herschel. Stop it Hershel... stop! Stop!! STOP!!!" She was screaming now, but he didn't hear a word, he was holding her down... and now her button was open and he was yanking her pants down. She fought and twisted and screamed, but he was too strong. He spun around on top of her, holding her down with his ass as he yanked her pants and panties off her skinny legs. She was now totally naked, except for one sock that had somehow managed to stay on her foot.

"Herschel! Herschel! I'm your sister! Stop this! STOP THIS!!!" She screamed and screamed, but his face was bright red and twisted up with crazy lust. He spun around again and held her down painfully with his knee as he fumbled with his own belt and zipper. She saw him desperately folding out his angry red cock. Moments later he started pushing her legs open, trying to get both of his legs between hers. She knew that he was going to rape her if she didn't do something drastic. 

So she kneed him in the groin. He let out a high-pitched squeak, and she kneed him again as hard as she could. He rolled off the edge of the bed, flopped to the floor, and curled up into a ball of pain. As he lay there moaning, she pulled her pants and panties back on, then slapped his stupid head five or ten times.

"What were you thinking? You stupid boy! You stupid, stupid boy!"

"I'm sorry, Bitty... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he grunted as tears streaked down his face. She pretended she was going to stomp him in the nuts again, and he whimpered in fear, and began to bawl like a baby. He apologized some more, but she couldn't understand his words through the sobs. He shakily put his cock away, and zipped his fly. She looked down at him and wasn't afraid of him anymore. He was his old self again. Pitiful and dorky, just like she liked him.

"You're a very bad boy." "I know... I know... I'm sorry."

"I thought you were raised better than that."

"I'm sorry... your tits are just so pretty."

She blushed, and looked down at her tits. "Really? They're pretty?"

"Fucking gorgeous. Ow... ow... ow..."

He was still balled up, his face contorting in agony. She felt pity for him. "Are you in pain?" He groaned, "What do you think? You racked me! I deserved it... but fuck! It fucking hurts!!!"

She giggled and said, playfully, "Does big brudder have a boo-boo?"

He looked at her with sudden intensity. After a moment he said, "You should kiss it, and make it better." 

She giggled, enjoying the way the game was turning out. "Come up here, and behave yourself, and maybe I will."

He grunted in pain, but he forced himself to crawl up onto the bed. Bitty pushed him to lie flat. Then she kissed him on the tip of the bulge in his jeans.

"How's that?"

He grinned, "Still hurts."

She kissed again, this time nice and hard, and he grunted in real pain. "Sorry. Your jeans are getting in the way. Denim blocks magical kisses, don't you know."

He stared at her and she waited to see what he'd do. After a few moments, he unzipped his fly. The bulge of his underwear emerged. She kissed the tip of his cock again. "How about now?"

"No... still hurts."

"Too bad. I guess your undies are blocking the magical kisses too." 

He fumbled for a few seconds, making his penis come out through the fly of his undies. She looked in wonder at her first naked cock. The head was bulbous and red. She wondered if it looked like that because she'd kicked it so hard, or if that was its natural color. 

"Poor little thing."

She leaned over and kissed it on the tip. Herschel just about jumped out of his skin. Then she kissed it all over, marveling at the silky softness of its skin, and the utter iron hardness under the surface. She wrapped her fingers around it and felt it's throbbing heft. She started stroking it with both hands. Herschel moaned, and looked at her with incredible intensity. 

"Can I touch your tits, Bitty? 

She nodded, "You can touch them, but not too hard. If you get rough again, I'll crush your balls like an aluminum can." She gave his balls a painful squeeze.

He yelped and said, "Okay," then began to fondle her dangling breasts with his hand. She hummed happily, and stroked his cock harder. He said, "That would feel better if you... if you put some spit on it."

She giggled, and let a mouthful of drool fall out of her mouth onto his throbbing cock. Then she started stroking him again. It felt a lot better for both of them. After a while she saw liquid oozing out of his pee hole. "Don't pee on me, doofus!"

"That's not pee. That's pre-cum."

"Yeah?" She leaned closer, and stuck out her tongue, tasting it's salty flavor. Herschel moaned, and a little more oozed out, so she put her lips around the head and felt a little surge of it welling into her mouth. She slurped and swallowed, humming happily.

"Oh shit, that feels so good, Bitty. But we shouldn't do this. You're my sister."

"You have a boo-boo. What good is a sister if she can't kiss your boo-boos?"

Then she spread her lips over his knobby shaft and started softly slurping it, taking it farther and farther into her mouth. He moaned and writhed under her ministrations. She sucked it in, until it was sliding back across the top of her tongue to the very back, then she started going up and down. She did it extra soft and careful. She didn't want to scratch him with her braces. 

It was so much fun sucking her brother's cock! After only a dozen strokes, he started to moan extra loud and his legs started to shake. She knew about orgasms, but really had no idea what to expect. Herschel's cum blasted out of the tip, filling her mouth with wet, juicy squirts of thin, bitter fluid. There was too much to hold! It dribbled out of her lips and down his shaft, spilling all over his pants. And he kept squirting again and again, his legs and body shaking as if he were possessed. She was afraid that some of it would get on her parent's sheets, so she started swallowing each juicy blast, as best she could. 

When his shaking finally stopped, his hard cock fell limp in her mouth. She licked the shaft clean. Then she said, "How about now. Is big brother's boo-boo all better?"

He grinned his dorky grin and said, "Yeah. Sweet sucking, silly sis."

They giggled, and things were never the same between them.

They no longer fought like cats and dogs. Sometimes they wrestled, but only when their parents were out and it always ended the same: his cock buried in her throat. If he ever got too aggressive, all she had to do was wrap her hand around his balls, and he'd calm down quick. Lately he crept into her room every night after their parents were asleep, and she was happy to suck him off and swallow his cum. It was just so fuckadoodally fun. 



• 

Bitty was determined to make Denny cum again. She'd once made her brother cum twice in the same suck session, but the second one had taken an hour and a half, by which time her neck was sore and she'd lost all feeling in her lips. But she managed to make Denny cum again in less than twenty minutes. He moaned and arched his back and she felt his warm semen splooging into the back of her throat. He came a little more this time, and she greedily gobbled it up and licked his softening shaft clean, as if it were a lollypop. Oh he tastes so good. Afterward, she crawled into his lap and started kissing him again, pressing her naked pussy against his soft cock. 

Denny could taste his own cum in Bitty's mouth. It was so filthy... and so exciting! He felt like a real man for the first time in his life. His cock was totally limp now, but it was rubbing ever so slightly against something fuzzy and wet... he knew it must be her pussy. Bit by bit he worked his hands farther and farther around her ass, expecting her to stop him at any moment. But she didn't. Finally he felt his fingertips brushing lightly against her soft, fleshy pussy lips. She moaned as he slid his fingertips a little farther inside. I'm touching Bitty Winter's pussy. This is so cool!

Oh fuckadoodle! Denny Shannon is touching my pussy! He's actually touching my pussy! Bitty had never let her brother touch her there, no matter how hard he begged. But Denny was different. He could touch her anywhere he wanted, as long as he didn't go too deep. She prized her virginity. She moaned as his fingers slid clumsily up and down her slit, bumping delightfully against her clit. 

Denny was amazed at how wet she was. Juices were literally dripping out of her onto his soft cock. "Bitty... can I see it?"

She smiled and removed her robe. Then she stood up with one foot on either side of him, wearing nothing but her fuzzy slippers and a big, glittery smile. Denny looked up at her pussy in wonder. She was glistening with juice... in fact, drips of thick, clear liquid were running down her legs... and the odor was pungent... animalistic. It triggered something deep inside Denny's primordial brain. He never would have thought he'd like such a weird odor, but he loved it. It made him salivate. The aroma of Bitty's sex, made his cock begin to grow again. 

Then Bitty put one foot on the back of the couch and brought her pussy even closer to Denny's amazed face. She'd never done this before, but she wanted Denny to taste her. Herschel was always begging for a taste, but she didn't trust her brother. He'd probably poke her with his fingers like the goofy dork he was and break her precious hymen. She was saving her cherry for somebody special. Maybe even Denny. If he played his cards right, she was going to let him take her virginity after the prom... assuming he was smart enough to ask her. But definitely not before they got back home. She didn't want to rush it. Besides, she didn't have any condoms. 




Field Trip Follies Ch. 06



She was touched by the awestruck look on Denny's face as he stared at her pussy in wonder. She wanted to give him a closer look... a much closer look. She moved toward him until it was inches away... then one inch away... then a quarter of an inch away... then... zero inches away. She whimpered as she felt his mouth sinking into her pussy.

Denny couldn't believe that Bitty had pressed her beautiful pussy right into his face. His nose sank deep into her blonde bush. Her soaking-wet, fleshy pink lips opened against his mouth. He automatically licked her, tasting the wonderful fresh flavor of her cunt... like that of an exotic fruit. His cock grew hard again almost instantly. He licked her up and down, swallowing her juices. She grasped the back of his head and started grinding herself against him. 

He stuck his tongue deep inside, until the tip pressed against an obstruction. He was surprised. She's not very deep. Why is that? Then a little detail from sex education class came back to him. It's her hymen! She's a virgin, and my tongue is touching her hymen! Oh holy shit! I'm eating virgin pussy!



Bitty moaned and said, "You can lick me, but that's all. And don't put your fingers inside, okay?"

He nodded enthusiastically. His heart soared at the knowledge that she was innocent, just like him, and wasn't ready to lose her virginity just yet. That took a lot of pressure off, because he wasn't ready either. And besides, he'd stupidly left the condoms back in his room. 

He cupped her butt cheeks with his hands and started to lick her pussy with gusto, his tongue flicking the hard little button on the top. He'd seen enough Internet porn to know that women liked guys to play with their clits, and she obviously loved what he was doing because her whole body gave a sharp little jerk each time his tongue flicked it. After a while he wrapped his lips around the rubbery little thing and began to suck. She moaned and giggled. Juices welled out of her and began running down his chin. He slurped, while kneading her ass with his hands. Her shapely, soft legs began to shake and her pussy began to open and close on his chin, as if trying to say something... perhaps, "Wow, this feels good!" She started bucking as if she was going to fall over, but he held her tight as she rode his face through her orgasm.

Right about then, Bitty heard a door open. Denny must not have heard it, because he kept on licking her quivering pussy. She peeked through the potted palms and saw a man... pushing a rolling trash bin through a doorway at the far end of the large room. A janitor! He was singing something to himself in Spanish as he emptied a trashcan into the bin. Then he started pushing the bin straight toward Bitty's love-nest. She was suddenly filled with the terror of being caught naked. 

Bitty crouched down with one swift move, plopping full force into Denny's lap. She didn't know that Denny's cock had grown rock hard again, nor that it was standing straight up, nor that she was going to hit it at just the right angle. Denny's sleek cock stabbed right into her well-lubricated vagina and punched through her hymen with one painful snap. She gasped in shock at the sudden explosion of pain. What was that? She looked at Denny's face. His big brown eyes were as big as saucers. Then she leaned back and they both looked down. His cock had disappeared! Most of it, anyway. Only the bottom inch of the base was visible, with her pussy lips stretched around it. Blood was welling out and dripping down the exposed inch of his throbbing flesh. 

"Oh, fuckadoodle," she whispered.

Just like that, they weren't virgins anymore.

Denny was in shock. My cock is inside her... my cock is inside her. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... 

Bitty's pussy felt like a brick had been shoved inside it. She was afraid that if she moved, it would hurt like hell, so she just stayed there and tried to let the pain pass. She peered over the edge of the couch but she couldn't see the janitor anymore. The potted palms were obscuring most of the room. He could be anywhere. She couldn't hear him singing, so maybe he'd gone away.

But then she heard a gasp. She and Denny turned to see the Janitor standing in the opening to their love-nest, staring back at them with a crazy, shocked expression on his dark face. 

Pazel couldn't believe his eyes. A naked girl was straddling a half-naked boy on a couch right in front of him! She looked young and pretty, with big, turquoise glasses, braces on her teeth, and pale, freckly skin. He knew right away that he'd caught them doing something naughty. The boy looked just as young as the girl. His first thought was to yell at them in outrage and phone his supervisor so someone would find their parents. If this girl were his daughter, he would have tanned her hide. 

But the girl was so cute... so raw and naked and sexy... all he could do was stare at her pale, pretty body. He hadn't seen his wife in three years, having left her behind in Peru with the children. He'd been faithful all that time, but he was so damned horny, he could barely think straight half the time.

Denny stared at the Janitor... a South American from the looks of him, perhaps in his forties or fifties, probably an immigrant, legal or otherwise. He had dark brown skin, large lips, high cheekbones, a long nose, and a noble brow. He reminded Denny of images he'd seen while researching a history report about the Incan civilization. 

Denny was hyper aware that his cock was buried inside Bitty's very tight pussy, but with a strange man staring at him, it began to shrivel.

Bitty thought the Janitor's face was handsome... noble even. She felt ashamed to be naked in front of such a man. The man's narrow, soulful eyes were roaming over her body, judging her a whore, probably. She blushed. After a few moments, the man snapped out of his reverie and said something angrily in Spanish and reached into his tool belt and pulled out his cell phone. Bitty put out her hand and pleaded, "No! Please! Don't! Don't call anybody! Please! Don't!"

Denny suddenly realized that if the man turned them in... Miss Ostiago would find out! His moms would find out too! He chimed in with Bitty. "Please mister, don't tell on us."

Pazel didn't understand the gringos' words, but he understood their gestures. They were afraid of getting caught. As they should be! How shameful! But Pazel couldn't help but be thrilled by the sight of the girl's round, jiggling tits as she waved her hands for him to stop. Damn... she has some nice breasts. He blushed at his own lust. Madre de Dios... what am I thinking? She's got to be my daughter's age. 

Bitty saw the Janitor pause, which was a good sign. She also felt Denny's cock shrinking inside her, making the pain decrease. She stood, feeling the pain disappear. Then she stepped down off the couch and moved toward the man. "Please, sir... please don't turn us in." 

Pazel saw blood running down the beautiful little girl's thigh. On pure instinct, he grabbed a clean towel from his cart and kneeled in front of her, reaching out to inspect her wound, as he'd done a dozen times when his own children came to him with scrapes and cuts. The girl looked surprised, but she let him lift her hands and take a look. Blood was flowing out of her vagina. Oh god... Of course... I'm so stupid! She just lost her virginity! He blushed and almost stopped... but then he noticed that the blood, which was flowing quite heavily, was 3/4 of the way down her leg already. He certainly didn't want to clean that kind of mess off the carpet, so he stanched the leading edge of the blood with the towel, just before it reached her fuzzy slippers. Then, without thinking about it, he ran the towel up, collecting the blood. He looked up at her blue eyes. She was staring at him open-mouthed. Madre de Dios! What am I doing? But she didn't object, so he just kept wiping higher, until he was only an inch away from her sweet little pussy. Pazel... what are you doing? Have you gone loco? 

Bitty didn't know what to think. When she saw him reaching for her leg, she noticed how much she was bleeding, and it frightened her. She was strangely relieved that this friendly-faced man was taking care of the mess. He tossed the bloody towel away and pulled out another, sopping up the blood that was dripping out of her. Slowly, bit-by-bit, he raised his hand higher until he was pressing the towel right against her pussy. His knuckles were brushing the inside of her thighs. He had such a concerned, wise expression on his face. She liked him instantly... and trusted him, as she might trust a teacher or a doctor. 

What are you doing Pazel? You're touching a teenager's pussy! Serena will kill you! But how will she ever know? She's in Lima. The girl was bleeding so heavily, he started to worry for her health. And also... if he got caught with a girl's blood on his hands he would be lucky to only be deported. He grabbed a bottle of water and poured it onto a fresh towel and began to clean her legs. He noticed with relief that the blood-flow was lessening. He cleaned all the way up to her fleshy, pink lips, then lovingly, slowly washed her pussy clean with the corner of the towel. His fingertips were brushing lightly against her delicate flesh... her blonde bush was ticking his knuckles... it was so wonderful... so unexpected! His cock grew to full hardness in his coveralls.

Bitty liked the feel of the Janitor's big, brown fingers as he cleaned her pussy. He seemed to be taking an awful lot of time cleaning her there. She saw the bulge in his crotch and giggled, realizing that he wasn't just a nice old guy after all. 

Denny was watching in amazement... and a bit of alarm. He couldn't believe that Bitty was just standing there, letting this total stranger touch her pussy. It just seemed so wrong... but on the other hand, she was bleeding... and the man wasn't creepy or anything. He had a nice, fatherly face. And as he cleaned Bitty, he was cooing something comforting in Spanish. 

"Madre de Dios... your pussy is so sweet. So young and fresh. Oh, what I wouldn't give to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours, little girl. Shit... I'd even happily lick the blood off, just to have my tongue inside you." 

Pazel hated himself, but he couldn't stop. He had no idea how old... or young this girl might be. She was short and skinny... and her nipples were puffy... she could be as young as fifteen or sixteen for all he knew. She had to be with one of the high school marching bands that were staying at the hotel. But as long as she let him touch her precious little pussy, he simply couldn't stop. Besides... I'm doing her a service... like a doctor or a priest might do. 

After a while, it was obvious the bleeding was finished. He took his hand away and looked up at her. She smiled down at him, then glanced over at her boyfriend. Pazel followed her gaze. The boy was holding his hands shyly over his crotch... but there was definitely blood on his balls. "Damn it... don't bleed on the couch you silly boy." Pazel wetted another towel, and handed it to the boy to clean himself off.

Denny thought it was a nice gesture, even though the whole situation was mind-blowingly freaky. But when he looked under his hands, it looked like a horror show. He felt faint, "Oh... shit..."

Bitty saw Denny's woozy expression. She smiled, remembering that he did the same thing when they had to dissect that frog. She giggled and leaned over, taking the wet towels and lovingly wiped his lap and cock clean of the deep red blood. Then she gestured for the Janitor to give her another set of fresh towels. She had Denny open his legs wide so she could clean the blood off his balls. She giggled as Denny's cock grew at her touch.

Denny didn't want to get hard in front of the Janitor, but he couldn't help it. It almost felt as if Bitty was intentionally trying to turn him on. Once she had him good and clean she bent over and gave the tip of his cock a kiss. He gasped. Why did she do that in front of this guy?

Pazel was giddy with lust. Watching a naked girl wash her virgin blood off a half-naked boy's cock was something he'd never dreamed he'd see. But here it was, happening right in front of him. It was weird, erotic and beautiful, all at the same time. He knew he should leave them alone, but he couldn't stop staring. He took the bloody towel from the naked girl's hands and threw it in the trash. 

Bitty looked between her legs and pulled her pussy lips open to see if she was still bleeding. There was a drop of blood welling out of her tunnel. "One more towel please."

Pazel saw what she wanted. All he had left was a small washcloth. He got it wet and held it out for her, but she just opened her legs wider and smiled, waiting for him to clean her. A shiver ran down his spine. She wants me to finish. He kneeled again, and wiped her pussy clean of blood with the wet towel, this time pushing the tip of the towel up into her tunnel, feeling her fleshy pink pussy lips sliding wetly up either side of his fingers. She gasped and bit her lip, placing her hands on his head to steady herself. Stop, Pazel. Stop before you do something even more loco. He removed his hand and looked at her pussy... clean as the day she was born. 

On sudden impulse, he bent forward and gave her pussy a little kiss. He meant it to be a humorous little smack, like the kiss she'd given her boyfriend's penis earlier. But he lingered, breathing in her female smell, feeling her soft pussy lips on his stubbly mouth, and her downy bush on his nose. Then, before he could back away, her felt her hands wrap around his head, and her leg flop over his shoulder. She was suddenly pushing her pussy right into his mouth, gasping as she did it. Instantly, he stuck his tongue inside her, and let out a desperate, deep groan. Madre de Dios! I'm eating her pussy. It's like a miracle!



Denny's eyes bugged out. What is she doing? I thought she was my girlfriend! What is she doing pushing her pussy into that stranger's face? A flash of impotent anger surged through Denny's heart. But a surge of lust overpowered it. Watching Bitty pressing her crotch into another man's face was incredibly exciting. She looked over at him, a glowing, innocent smile on her dorky face. She looked happy... and she wanted to share her happiness with him. It was so weird, so crazy... but he couldn't stay angry at her. She was his girlfriend. 

Bitty looked down at Denny's cock and moaned, "Stroke it for me Denny." 

Denny wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself, jacking off to this living porn. The Janitor was desperately lapping and slurping Bitty's pussy, moaning in a rumbling deep voice. Then the Janitor reached up with his big, brown hands and started feeling Bitty's breasts. They looked so big in Denny's hands, but so small in the Janitor's. He pinched her puffy nipples with those broad fingers of his, and her eyes rolled back in her head... she started to have another orgasm. This time she was louder than before. Denny was stoking himself like crazy as he watched Bitty buck and shriek. Her body was so beautiful. Her big glasses slid down to the tip of her nose , her beautiful tits danced about, and her ass cheeks quivered.

"Oh, my... Oh, my... OH MY! OH MY!!! OHHHHHH!!!"

Pazel hadn't eaten pussy in more than twenty years. Serena thought it sinful. She didn't give blowjobs either. In fact, she didn't much care for sex at all, other than to procreate. So he sucked up the gringa's sweet juices eagerly. He could taste the faint iron taste of her blood. He knew that his tongue was going deep, past her hymen, licking places that had never been touched by a man's tongue before... the thought made him moan with pure lust. Her tiny body writhed in his hands, and her high voice sang an opera of sex as he conducted her through a long orgasm.

Bitty couldn't stand anymore. Her body fell limp. The Janitor caught her light little body and gently laid her down next to Denny. She instantly pulled Denny's mouth to hers and kissed him. Her hand went to Denny's cock and his hands when to her breasts.

Pazel watched the young lovers kissing each other sweetly. It was innocent but intensely erotic. He and Serena hadn't been like that since their first year together. He sighed sadly. The girl was stroking the boy's cock in such a beautiful, loving way. He felt privileged to be here with them, sharing this special moment in their lives. He felt bad for interrupting their first act of love so clumsily, but he thought it was for the best. After all, the boy wasn't wearing a condom. The last thing these two kids needed was to start off their life with a lot of hungry mouths to feed. Pazel and Serena had eight children. To Serena it was a blessing... to Pazel it was a burden. Then he remembered something. He'd been cleaning out one of the party rooms a few days ago... he'd found some discarded items that he'd put in his pocket for a rainy day. Well, it's raining now! 

Denny sat up and looked down at Bitty. She was almost totally on her back, reclining limply in the overstuffed couch, her legs wide open, as she idly stroked his cock with her hand. He looked impotently at her pussy. Dang it all! Why did I leave those condoms in the room! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Then he noticed the Janitor smiling and holding something out. It was a condom wrapper.

Denny took the condom wrapper and looked at it in awe. It was almost as if this mystical Janitor had read his mind! 

Bitty noticed the condom in Denny's hand and said, "Yeah! Put it on, Denny!"

"I don't know how."

She sat up and ripped open the wrapper and took the slippery rubber out. She put it over the tip of Denny's cock and tried to unroll it but it wouldn't budge. The Janitor said something in Spanish, then he moved his hands around, trying to mimic something. Bitty ignored him, and just tried yanking the condom harder.

Pazel was trying to tell the girl to flip the condom over. She was obviously trying to unroll it the wrong way. But she didn't understand him. Stupid girl! Pazel reached out in frustration, flipped the condom over, and unrolled it on the boy's hard cock. As he was sliding his hand down he suddenly realized... Madre de Dios! Now I'm touching a man's penis! The devil is really in me today! 

Denny couldn't believe that the old guy had just done that. He didn't know whether to be offended or honored. But he didn't worry about it for very long, because Bitty leaned back on the couch and opening her legs wide. He gulped and shakily got on his knees. He placed the tip of his cock between the gorgeous lips of her incomparable pussy. Oh, fuck... I'm gonna fuck Bitty Winter! I'm really gonna do it. I'm really gonna fuck her!!

"Do it already," said Bitty, with a big smile on her face.

Denny pushed himself forward and his cock slid into her, getting tighter as it went. Bitty hissed in a sharp breath. "Does that hurt?" asked Denny.

"A little. But don't stop."

Denny pushed himself in the rest of the way, stunned by the wonderful sight of her pussy lips parting around him. When he was almost completely buried, the head of his cock hit the back wall.

"Ouch! Take it easy!"

"Sorry... I don't know what I'm doing."

"I didn't mean to snap. Fuckadoodle... Denny, you feel so huge inside me. I feel like I'm gonna rip open... but it feels good too."

"Man you're tight, Bitty! Are you squeezing me?"

"I don't think so. I guess I'm just tight 'cause I'm a virgin."

Denny smiled. "Not anymore." She giggled, then gasped as he pulled halfway out, then pushed himself in again, but not far enough to hit the back wall. 




Field Trip Follies Ch. 07



Notes

This is the seventh installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her editing help and advice!

In this chapter we find out what's going with Dana Lee and Alyson, and their two adorable roommates on this long night before New Year's eve.

You do not need to read any of the other chapters to enjoy this. It's a nicely self-contained story.

I will be loading chapter 8 in a few days, so check back soon!

And enjoy!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18! 

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DAY 3 -- AFTER MIDNIGHT

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA -- FALMONT HOTEL

DECEMBER 30

Alyson Ferrie was spinning her baton as she marched back and forth across the hotel room she shared with three other girls. She was obsessively going through her routine again and again. She couldn't do all the moves in this small space, but she did what she could, visualizing the rest. She normally wouldn't have worked this hard the night before a practice but she was trying to exhaust herself so she could sleep. For the third night in a row she was going to share a bed with her best friend Dana Lee Pruitt. It was absolutely maddening to be so close to the object of her desire. So close, yet so fucking far away.

Last night she'd lain in bed for hours, intensely aware of Dana Lee's warm body sleeping just inches away... inhaling her lovely perfume... listening to her soft breathing... and aching with longing. She'd studied Dana Lee's sleeping face with the light of her iPhone. So beautiful... tanned skin, high cheekbones, narrow face... and those lips... so full... so juicy... so fucking kissable. Dana Lee's long blonde hair was pouring like a waterfall over her pillow... Alyson couldn't help herself... she just had to touch it... combing the golden strands through her fingers, all the while aching with love. As she stroked Dana Lee's hair, she stroked her own pussy with the other hand, thinking... what if?

What if I touch you? What if I put my hand on your thin, muscular belly? And then... what if I go higher? Sliding my hand slowly upward... under your tank top... inch by inch... until I feel your fat nipples bending against my fingertips? What if I tweak them gently until they're long and hard? And what if... what if you smile in your sleep? Oh fuck... Dana Lee... Dana Lee... you're so fucking pretty. I'd gently push your legs open... so I could straddle your leg... your long, skinny leg. Mmmmmm. I'd do it quietly... cautiously... so as not to disturb you. And then... then I'd rub my naked pussy against your smooth, firm thigh. Oh... fuck... I'd feel your skin rubbing my naked clit... it would be so fucking wonderful.

Then I'd put my hand on your crotch... softly palming it... feeling your warmth through those light cotton panties... and you'd moan with pleasure. Then, as gently as possible, I'd pull your panties open... revealing your beautiful blonde pussy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'd touch your naked clit with my fingertips... and I'd swirl it gently... and you'd moan happily. I'd feel the juices welling out of you... drenching my fingers. Then I'd slowly push my finger into your velvety depths... fuck... fuck... fuck...

After finger-fucking you gently for a while, I'd slowly slide my pussy up your thigh... until our pussies are kissing. Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck, Dana Lee. Your pussy is so fucking wet against mine. I'd grind you slowly at first... watching your sleeping face clench in pleasure... your beautiful lips opening to let out a long, low moan. Then I'd grind harder... faster... and we'd both start whimpering and groaning... and then we'd be gasping and screaming and cumming into each other's pussies!

And then? Then you'd wake up. You'd open your eyes and see me... really see me for the first time... for who I really am. You'd smile and say, "I've always known you loved me, Alyson. I've been waiting all this time for you to make your move. I'm so happy you finally did, because now I can tell you that I love you, I've always loved you, and I always will love you."

Fuck. That would never happen. If I did that, you'd wake up screaming, "Oh my god! Get the fuck off me, you crazy, fucking, dyke bitch!!!"

After that, she'd forced herself to turn away from Dana Lee, and cried herself to sleep.

Alyson glanced over at Dana Lee. She was reading Vogue in bed... the bed they would soon be sharing together. She felt a rush of longing so powerful that she almost dropped her baton.

Impossible. Utterly impossible. She'll never love me that way. Mrs. Foster promised to feel her out for me. If Dana had any lesbian tendencies, Mrs. Foster would have told me by now. But nope. Nothing. Not a word. No news means nothing has changed. I was right all along. Dana Lee is straight. But I already fucking knew that. I was stupid to hope for more. So fucking stupid.

Dana Lee glanced up at Alyson for the thousandth time that night, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Earlier in the day, Mrs. Foster had revealed Alyson's dark secret to her. She couldn't get over the shock of it. She's a lesbian. Wow. And she's been in love with me for years. Fuck... how come I never picked up on it myself? But now that I know, it's so obvious. I'm so goddamned clueless.

She admired the stunning fluidity of Alyson's movements. If I were a lesbian, I'd be so fucking happy right now. I mean... Alyson Pruitt has the hots for me! She's so cute. Any lesbian would be lucky to have her. Alyson's shimmery red hair was tied up in a ponytail. It bobbed and weaved as she marched about, as did her breasts... she was going braless, wearing nothing but a white cotton tank top and a pair of pink shorts that matched the ones Dana Lee was wearing. They both said 'Juicy' across the ass in big white letters.

Yeah... Alyson does have a juicy ass. So shapely and soft... not hard and narrow like mine. And her tits... damn... I wish I had tits like hers... hell, I wish I had tits at all. Fuck... I can't believe I'm ogling my best friend's tits! Maybe Mrs. Foster's right... maybe I am bisexual. Fuck. I don't know. I enjoyed kissing Mrs. Foster... but what does that prove? There's a big difference between kissing a girl and eating her out.

She grimaced at the thought. Damn. Would a bi girl be weirded out by the thought of eating pussy? I totally love Alyson... but Alyson's pussy? I don't know. I fucking love cock. When Jimmy Snyder was hammering me back in Amy's apartment, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Could Alyson ever make me feel like that? How could she possibly? Sure, she's soft, and cute... and I totally love her to death. But... having sex with her?

Shit... I'm psyching myself out. Mrs. Foster said I should kiss Alyson and see what happens. I owe her that much at least. Besides... I really do want to kiss her. Wow... hard to believe... but I totally want to make out with my best friend! I can't wait to stick my tongue in her pretty mouth. Mmmmm. Fuck it. Later on, when it's nice and dark... I'll wake her up with a kiss. Yeah. That's what I'll do. I'll plant one on her after Ayako and Brandi go to sleep. If they go to sleep, that is.

Dana Lee looked at her roommates and smiled. Ayako and Brandi were still wide-awake, flying high on the energy drinks they'd been slugging down all day. They were best friends, but what an odd couple they made.

Ayako Sakaya was a tiny little foreign exchange student from Japan. Although she was nineteen, she looked years younger thanks to her diminutive stature and childlike features. Ayako was bright and cheerful, and always seemed super excited about everything.

Brandi Osterhott, by contrast, was chubby, sarcastic and cynical. She'd been put back so many times for poor grades, that at twenty-one, she was easily the oldest girl on the Colorguard. Her pale, curvy body was decorated with elaborate Celtic tattoos of her own design. She also had piercings in her ears, nose and lip. She'd joined the Colorguard on a dare from her Goth buddies, but much to her surprise, she'd discovered that she loved marching in formation, while dancing and spinning a big blue flag. It was really the only reason she hadn't dropped out by now.

At the beginning of the school year, Brandi and Ayako became best friends within hours of meeting each other. Ayako was drawn to Brandi's dark spirituality, and Brandi was mesmerized by Ayako's optimism and unabashed love of pop culture. Just a few days before the field trip, they'd dyed their hair bright blue in honor of the band. Ayako's hair was long and straight, Brandi's was short and frizzy, but they had somehow managed to make their hair exactly the same color.

At the moment, Brandi was trying to teach Ayako to curse in English, which made Ayako giggle with gleeful embarrassment. She was holding her hands over her mouth in the most adorable way as she tried to sound out the strange words in her heavy accent.

"Shut up, you mother-fucking whore."

"Sha-tapu yu matarofukina horu!"

"Eat shit and die!"

"E-atu shit ana diya!"

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!"

"Fukayu, ana da horsu you roda inonu!"

Alyson had been ignoring them for almost an hour, but that last exchange caused her to crack up, and she lost control of the baton. It rebounded off the floor, thwacking her square in the tit. She cried out in pain, but couldn't stop laughing. She just stood there, one hand holding her injured boob, and the other on her knee, as she tried not to pass out from laughter.

Alyson's cell phone started ringing. The humor completely drained out of her when she saw the caller ID. She sighed dramatically. "Yes, Mother?"

"Alyson, baby girl. How are you, sweetie pie?"

"It's awful late, Mother. We have practice first thing in the morning."

"Sorry, baby girl... I just couldn't sleep. I'm just so darned worried about you... well, I just had to call."  "There's nothing to worry about, Mother. I'm fine."

"It's just... well... I can't stand the thought of you out there all alone in California. The place is just crawling with perverts, drug addicts and immoral people of all stripes. Not to mention the gays. You have to watch out for the gays in particular."

"Mother!"

"I know I'm being silly, but I worry about you. You're just so sweet and trusting. You only see the good in people, which is a wonderful trait. But you have to watch out for ...lesbians," she whispered with distaste. "They're always recruiting sweet young girls like you. They invite you to their pretty little apartments to watch a movie on the feminazi channel, and before you know it a bunch of their dyke friends show up and they start tearing your clothes off and doing things to you that will slam the gates of heaven shut."

Alyson was fuming inside. She'd heard this kind of shit her entire life. Gays and lesbians were evil incarnate... and if so, that made Alyson evil incarnate, because she could think of nothing more wonderful than being gang-banged by a bunch of dykes. She looked over at Dana Lee and blushed at the sudden thought of being gang banged by a bunch of Dana Lees.

"I've been praying for you every night, baby girl. You must be ever vigilant to protect your purity for your future husband, whoever the lucky guy may be. Just stay close to Miss Ostiago, and you'll be okay."

Alyson toyed with the idea of telling Mother that Miss Ostiago was actually a big fat lesbian, a secret she'd discovered only yesterday. But what would that accomplish? It would probably just lead to another of Mother's ridiculous lawsuits. Besides Miss Ostiago had been acting extra nice the last few days. Hooking up with Mrs. Foster must have brightened her outlook.

"Mother. It's late. I need to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."  "Just promise me that you'll be on your guard around strangers. Temptation lies around every corner in California, baby girl. Drugs, drink... sex. Be careful... and remember to say your prayers."

"I will, Mother. Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams, baby girl."

Dana Lee saw Alyson's emerald eyes turning dark and cold during the conversation. Probably another one of her Mother's fucking homophobic diatribes. With a mother like that, it's no wonder Alyson's in the closet.

Alyson's spirit was so dark that even Brandi and Ayako fell silent. They looked at each other and frowned.

Alyson suddenly said, "I need to smoke a J."

Brandi laughed. "Fuck yeah... too bad we don't have one."

"Who says we don't?" Alyson grabbed her purse and dug out big aspirin bottle, inside of which were hidden six fat joints and a lighter.

Ayako's tiny face went pale as Alyson lit up. "Dame! Arisonu. You are so naughty!"

After holding the smoke in her lungs as long as possible, Alison spewed it out, coughing as if she might choke to death. "Fuck... a little harsh, but... damn, I can feel it already. Wow... this is some good shit." She took another puff and handed the joint to Dana Lee and watched her suck in a lungful, hypnotized by the luscious shape of those delicious lips. She's so adorable... Oh fuck... I need to stop it with this pathetic ogling. She's not into me. She's not into me. She's not fucking into me! I should just go ahead and hook up with Amy instead. She's beautiful too. And unlike Dana Lee, she loves pussy. Mine in particular. Why the fuck am I holding out for a girl I know I can never have? Shit. Love's a goddamned bitch.

Dana Lee exhaled and handed the joint to Brandi. "Wow... you're right... what a fucking kick! Where'd you get them?"

"From Amy... a going away gift. She got them from that bartender... what's her name? Kathy? No... Katie."

Brandi exhaled her lungful of smoke and said, "Is that her coke supplier?"

Alyson made a face, "I guess so. Amy snorts way too much of that shit in my opinion. Half her income goes straight up her nose. I don't think she's saved a dime for college. I won't touch that shit with a ten-foot pole. " Besides, Mother would kill me.

Ayako told them in her heavily accented English that drugs were almost impossible to find in Japan. Just having a joint in your possession could send you to jail for five years! But when Brandi passed the joint to her, she said, "Daijoubu," and sucked in a lungful. Ayako thought it was a bad idea to get stoned the night before a big practice, but she didn't voice her objection. It was more important than anything to fit in with the group. If Brandi smoked weed, she smoked weed. It was as simple as that.

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Two hours and two joints later, the girls were all wide-awake and absolutely vibrating with energy. Moreover, their juices were flowing like crazy. None of them could remember feeling so sexy and horny after smoking pot before. It was totally weird, but wonderful.

Alyson was spinning her baton faster than she'd ever spun it in her life. She couldn't believe how much focus she had. She simply felt utterly awesome, as if she were fourteen again and bursting with pure pubescent energy.

Dana Lee was sitting cross-legged on her bed with Brandi's computer in her lap and ear-buds in her ears. She was fidgeting and restlessly surfing the net, clicking on Brandi's bookmarks, searching for a distraction from the maddening thoughts that were plaguing her mind. One moment she was freaking out about the very idea about kissing Alyson, the next moment she was salivating over the idea of sticking her tongue in Alyson's pussy, the next moment she was thinking she ought to go over to Brant West's room and suck his cock (she'd heard the rumors about how big he was), the next moment she was staring at Alyson's tits and wanting to rip her shirt off and suck her nipples, the next moment she was thinking, what the fuck? I'm not a lesbian! I am a lesbian! I'm not a lesbian! I am a lesbian!

Fuck, fuck, fuck...I'm so fucking horny!!! If I were home right now, I'd be masturbating. But I can't do that with these friggin girls around... goddamn it! When are these dumb bitches gonna go to sleep?

Then she came across a bookmark folder entitled, "boring shit". She almost passed it by, but she suddenly realized that if you were going to try hiding something, that's just the kind of name you'd pick to keep people away. She clicked on the folder and a bunch of bookmarks popped up with filthy names like Spermshack, YouPorn , Hentai Crack and, X-Hamster. Well, well, well... what have we here?

Dana Lee suddenly realized that Brandi's computer didn't have parental filters, like her computer at home... in fact, it was utterly open. Wow... Brandi's parents must really trust her. Imagine that... Cool parents. What a concept. Dana Lee smiled as she clicked on YouPorn. She discovered that it was a site full of free pornographic videos. She searched, 'big cocks' and started watching. Her pussy was soaking through her Juicy shorts in no time at all. She pulled a pillow into her lap, then slipped her hand quietly into her panties and started gently circling her clit. Oh.. fuck yeah. This is what I need... this is just what I fucking need...

Meanwhile, Brandi was kneeling on the other bed, holding her arms out, hands upturned, praying to the Goddess... who she didn't really believe in, but enjoyed pretending she did. Goddess, sweet Goddess... what the fuck did you put in those joints we smoked? I feel... transcendent... and so fucking horny I could fuck a goat! Gotta be coke... maybe something else... meth? Shit, I hope not. I like my teeth in my head where they're at. But damn... I can feel every square inch of my skin humming... singing... shit... Ayako's finger feels good on my arm.

Ayako was kneeling on the bed, staring with wide-eyed intensity at Brandi's left arm. Her fingertip was tracing the 1/8" wide pathway that circled Brandi's middle finger, then led into a complicated Celtic knot on the back of her hand, which in turn spiraled into another, much more complicated knot of pathways leading all the way up her arm. She'd always been fascinated with Brandi's tattoos, but this was the first time she'd taken a really good look... she was mesmerized.

Brandi looked down at Ayako with affection and said, "It's not a good idea to untie the Celtic knot when you're stoned out of your gourd, Ayako-san. There lies madness."

But Ayako didn't listen. She was on a mission. She was following the inked path with her finger, unblinking, as it meandered and crisscrossed her BFFL's silky smooth skin, making its way ever upward.

Alyson suddenly stopped spinning her baton. She stared at the shiny aluminum shaft which was tightly gripped in her outstretched hand. Holy shit... holy shit... this thing is a fucking phallic symbol! How come I never realized that before? Wow... how weird. Fuck... fuck.. fuck... what can this mean? I love my baton... I love holding it in my hand... maybe I'm not lesbian after all. That would be sooooooo fucking great. I don't want to be a carpet muncher. I don't want to be a fucking dyke. And I definitely I don't want to be this sad, pathetic mope, mooning after some skinny straight chick who loves to eat dick. Fuck... I want to be normal. I just want to be normal. I want to love cock. Hey! Maybe I do! I mean... I've never actually touched one before. Maybe I'm totally wrong about myself. Yeah... maybe I'm straight after all. Fuck... that would be so mother-fucking awesome. If I could only suck a cock or two, I'd be home free!

Alyson noticed Brandi's pose on the bed, and was struck by the chubby, blue-haired girl's radiant beauty. Her pose was utterly mythic. Then she noticed little Ayako following the pathways on Brandi's arm so intently and tenderly... almost worshipfully. Alyson found herself staring at Brandi's breasts, which were a bit larger than her own. Her cheeks blushed bright red. Fuck... who am I kidding? I am such a fucking dyke! She suddenly thought of the baton as a cock, and she flinched, dropping it like a hot potato. Fuck cock... I want pussy!




Field Trip Follies Ch. 07



She sat on the edge of the bed and watched Ayako and Brandi. She'd never thought of them as sexy before... but now... they were two of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen in her life. Ayako is so cute... her little body is so adorable and perfect... like a porcelain doll... and I love those dimples on her cheeks. My god, she's as cute as a bug in a rug. Brandi's cute too. I love her little pug-nose... and that gap between her front teeth... so fucking sexy. I can't believe I told her she ought to lose weight. She's perfect just like she is. I love how her body jiggles with every little movement. And her tits... fuck.... those tits of hers are mythic. Man... I'd love to put my face between those fuckers and...

"You like what you see?" asked Brandi.

Fuck. She saw me looking at her tits! "Uh... I was just looking at your tits... tats... tattoos! Ahem. Uh, did you say you designed them yourself?"

Brandi grinned. Yeah... definitely a dyke. I suspected as much. Well go ahead and feast your eyes, sister. I don't mind. "Sure did. They're Celtic knots... or, my version of them anyway." She began to speak in an almost mystical voice, "The unbroken path is the physical embodiment of eternity, as well as the manifestation of my personal spiritual code."

"You didn't actually... you know... put them on yourself did you?"

Brandi laughed, dropping the mystical attitude. "Nah. I don't have the guts. I designed the patterns and my Uncle X did the needlework."

Ayako's finger stopped at the underside of Brandi's sleeve. "Sumimasen... please to remove your shirt, Brandi-San."

Brandi peeled her shirt off without so much as a pause, revealing a bright white bra. Alyson's blood pressure took a jump upward, and her eyes went right back to Brandi's tits. She could see that Brandi's Celtic knots squirmed over her shoulders, then across her cleavage... and under her bra... before going up and over her right shoulder and down that arm in perfect symmetry with the left. Ayako kept following the pathway two and fro, running the tip of her finger up and around Brandi's shoulder.

Alyson licked her lips, trying to control her lust. "Did you say... your uncle did your tats?"  "That's what I said." Man, she sure loves my tits.

Her uncle put tats on her tits? "But... how far does it go?"

Brandi chuckled. "Well... hang on... I have a feeling you're about to find out for yourself."

Ayako's finger reached the edge of Brandi's bra. She paused there, frozen... waiting, eyes un-blinking. Brandi chuckled then unhooked the latch in the center front and her large breasts fell free, allowing Ayako to continue.

Alyson gasped, and her freckly cheeks flushed bright red. She wasn't usually this easily turned on by the sight of a pair of knockers, but Brandi's large, tatooed breasts sent a jolt of electricity straight through Alyson's pussy. The Celtic knots circled Brandi's breasts in a radiating weave of mystical pathways, covering everything except her bright pink areolas. Perhaps most stunning of all, Brandi's nipples were pierced with silver studs that were shaped like fishhooks. Alyson's heart thumped double-time at the sight of Ayako's narrow, pointy finger gently running all over and around Brandi's bare breasts.

Ayako didn't notice that she was touching Brandi's breasts. She was focused on the path, and just kept following it until it finally left Brandi's chest and started going down her right arm. Once the pattern reached the middle finger on that hand, Ayako circled it, then went back up again in the other direction, traversing Brandi's breasts again... following the mystical pathway down Brandi's arm until she reached her left middle finger, where her journey had begun ten minutes earlier.

Ayako dropped her hand, blinked and exhaled. "Owari ga nai, Brandi-san... a long voyage. No endo."

"That's right, Ayako-san. No end." Brandi began to move her arms and torso in a serpentine way. "Life is an eternal dance of birth and death. We circle around and around on a twisting, intertwining path... no beginning. No end."

Then Ayako started giggling. She covered her smiling mouth and said, "Rafu! You are naked, Brandi-san."

Brandi smiled. "Not quite." She stood up on the bed and peeled her panties off, then raised her hands up to the heavens. "Now I'm naked. Just as the Goddess made me." Feast your eyes on this Alyson.

Ayako and Alyson stared openmouthed at the unexpected sight of Brandi's totally naked, pale and pudgy body. She had a cleanly shaven pussy, with three large silver studs through her fat clitoris. She also had an elaborate tattoo of a Celtic dragon crawling across her lower belly, just over her pussy, from thigh to thigh. It's claws came low enough that they looked as if they were about to grab her clit.

Ayako cooed, "Sugoi, Brandi-san! Very beautiful dragon. Yoku deki mashita!"

Brandi smiled. "I thought you'd like it. I don't know why I never showed it to you. I guess I've never been this fucked up before." She laughed, making her D sized breasts bounce about. Then she smiled wickedly. "So, Ayako, let me see your tattoos."

Ayako hissed and said, very seriously, "Chigau, Brandi-san. Tattoos are very bad in Japan. Only for Yakuza. Not for me."

"Then show me your lack of tattoos."

Ayako nodded, "Okay des, Brandi-san."

Alyson bit her lip as Ayako stood up on the bed and stripped out of her baggy pajama top. Although Ayako was short and small boned, her breasts were proportionally similar to Alyson's. They looked quite large on her frame. They had dark brown areolas, and a loose smattering of tiny black dots on the pale flesh, as opposed to the millions of pale freckles that were sprinkled over Alyson's breasts. Alyson licked her lips hungrily, unable to hide her interest. Then Ayako pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties and both Brandi and Alyson cracked up. Ayako had dyed her fan-shaped bush electric blue, to match the hair on her head.

Brandi laughed, "Fuck! I didn't even think of that! Damn! I'm gonna let mine grow out so I can dye it blue too!"

Ayako giggled, "Hai. Then we both have very most school spirit."

Brandi hugged her tight. "I love you Ayako-san."

Ayako hummed, and smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. "I love you too, friend Brandi-san."

The sight of the two blue-haired beauties hugging each other's naked bodies just about short-circuited Alyson's brain. She moaned under her breath, "Oh... fucking... shit."

Brandi and Ayako gave each other a sisterly smack on the lips before breaking apart. Then Brandi clapped her hands loudly three times, "Okay, you girls too."

Dana Lee's ears were filled with the sound of a black woman screaming as a huge white cock was slamming in and out of her pussy. But she heard Brandi's clap, so she looked up , startled by the sight of Brandi and Ayako standing on other bed totally buck naked and staring right at her. She quietly took her hand from her pussy and the ear-buds out of her ears, and said, "What? What's going on? What did I miss?"

Brandi laughed. "We're revealing ourselves to the Goddess... mother of the universe. We must form a worship circle and lay ourselves naked before her eyes. Come on girls, join us."

The Christian in Alyson rebelled at the blasphemous idea... but she wanted to see Dana Lee naked more than anything in the world. She sometimes got fleeting glimpses of Dana Lee's long nipples as they changed in and out of their bikinis back home, but it was never enough time to really savor it. Fuck... it would be so awesome if she got naked right now! Alyson decided to pray for forgiveness later and peeled her shirt and Juicy shorts off. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, she was almost instantly naked. She stared at Dana Lee expectantly, breathless with anticipation. "Well?"

Dana Lee stared at Alyson's naked body, suddenly, intensely aware of how fucking, impossibly gorgeous her redheaded friend was. Her perfectly shaped c-cups were lightly freckled, and her areolas and nipples were a wonderful orangey color. And fuck... look at that. Her pubic hair is flaming red, just like Amy said. Nice. "Sorry? What are we doing? What Goddess? "

Brandi dramatically swept her hands around as she turned a slow circle on the bed. "The Goddess... creator of woman... mother of mankind. She wants us to bare ourselves before her. She wants us to worship the temples of our bodies."

Alyson said, excitedly, "Yeah. Hey, we should pray to the Goddess for the band to kick ass tomorrow... and at the parade on New Years day."

Ayako clapped happily, "Hai! Hai! Pray for Big Blue Band!"

Dana Lee was more than a little bit dazed. On the one hand... this wasn't her kind of thing... getting naked in front of chicks. That just wasn't the way she was raised. On the other hand... why the fuck not? Her whole body was vibrating with sexual energy. She suddenly realized that she wanted to get naked. No... she needed to get naked.

Alyson held her breath as she watched the love of her life stripping out of her tank top, revealing those champagne glass titties she so longed to suck. She bit her lip as Dana Lee peeled off her pink Juicy shorts and panties, revealing a wonderfully trim blonde bush that was positively glistening with juices. The last time she'd seen Dana Lee naked she'd had dramatic tan lines from sunbathing in her bikini. But Dana Lee had been hitting the tanning booth since autumn, so her tall body was evenly bronzed from head to toe.

Dana Lee put her hands on her bony hips and said, "Okay. Now what?"

Brandi replied, "Form a circle." She sat cross-legged on the bed. The other girls joined her, forming a rough circle.

Alyson was thrilled that she could see Dana Lee's pussy with perfect clarity in this cross-legged position. It was open and juice was literally dripping out of her delicate pink lips, darkening the bedspread. I had no idea she was so fucking juicy! Those shorts aren't lying! She looked at Brandi and Ayako's pussies too, and was surprised to see that they were almost as wet as Dana Lee's. Then she looked down at her own pussy. She was positively flooding the bed with wetness. Wow... I'm pretty fucking juicy too! She began to giggle. She could suddenly smell the musky fragrance of their combined pussies... an odor she found irresistibly erotic.

The girls clasped hands and Brandi intoned, "Let us begin." She looked up and said in a loud, steady voice, "Goddess, we beseech you... give the Big Blue Band the power and skill to kick ass at Bandfest tomorrow, and to perform with perfection at the Tournament of Roses Parade on new year's day."

"Amen!" shouted Alyson.

"No, you must repeat what I said." The three girls repeated the phrase, more or less, giggling as they did so. "Okay, now we must offer the Goddess a sacrifice to seal the deal."

Dana Lee's eyes went wide. "A what?"

"A sacrifice... don't worry, we won't be sacrificing any virgins, heh, heh. The sacrifice will be a secret. A sexual secret, to be precise. We must each tell one secret about our sex lives that we have never told each other before."

Alyson, was suddenly very worried. She had a pretty fucking huge secret, but this was no time to come out of the closet. "Is this ceremony real, Brandi? You're making this up, aren't you?"

Brandi laughed, "Of course I'm making it up, but that doesn't mean it isn't real. The Goddess resides in us all, not out there, but in here." She grabbed her breast and gave it a squeeze. "And down here." She clapped her hand on her pussy. Then she took Alyson's hand again.

Fuck... her hand is wet! I'm touching Brandi's pussy juice! How fucking wonderful is that?

Brandi continued, "The barriers between us are secrets. By giving them up, even if only one at a time, we become stronger... more unified. Unbeatable. So... I'll start. Okay... let's see... Goddess, oh, Goddess, listen to my secret: I sucked my uncle's cock."  Dana Lee and Alyson gasped. Ayako said, "Nane? I do not understand."

"I gave my Uncle X a blowjob, Ayako. You know, blowjob?" Ayako gasped with realization. Brandi smiled, "Yeah, that's right. My father's older brother. Dwayne's his real name, but everybody calls him X. Okay. Who's next?"

Dana Lee laughed, "Oh no, no, no, no, no... you can't just say 'I sucked my uncle's cock' and leave it at that!"

Alyson shifted uncomfortably . Fucking Dana Lee and her cock obsession. "No... you can leave it at that. We don't need the details."

Ayako beamed, "Hai, Hai! Detail, Brandi-san! Detail, detail!"

Brandi laughed, "Okay... details, details... let's see... well... when I was little, Uncle X used to baby-sit me. Instead of telling me bedtime stories, he'd tell me stories about his tats... where he was when he got each one... why he got them... plus the historical meaning of the various symbols and runes. And sometimes he made up stories about the tattoos as if they were all characters in this awesome post-apocalyptic epic he'd written on his flesh. I totally ate shit like that up.

"By the time I was a teenager I had a huge crush on Uncle X! Lots of folks said he was ugly, but I loved his grizzly face and lanky body. And he was totally inked from the neck down... I thought that was sooo fucking cool. I asked him if I could see all of them... you know, the ones on his ass and crotch. But he said, 'No fucking way. You're way too young. And besides, you're my niece... your parents would fucking kill me..." blah, blah, blah. I kept asking but he wouldn't budge.

"Anyway, he's the reason I wanted tattoos of my own. My parents said I had to wait until I was eighteen, after which I could do any damn thing with my body I had a mind to. At my eighteenth birthday party Uncle X told me he'd give me my first tat, if I ever decided I wanted one. I took him up on the offer the very next day, presenting him with the dragon design I'd been perfecting since I was fourteen. He said 'Okay, Brandi, where do you want it?' He was totally blown away when I stripped down to my bikini bottoms, sat in his chair, spread my legs, and pointed right over my crotch. He tried to squirm out of the deal but I reminded him that a promise is a promise.

"Anyway, as you can see, I talked him into going through with it, although he made me wait until the end of the day so his customers wouldn't see me sitting there in his chair like that. He also made me promise to tell my parents I had someone else do the work."

Ayako said, "Did it hurt, Brandi-san?"

"It hurt like fucking hell, Ayako-san, but not for the first half hour or so. No... it just sort of tickles at first... then it starts stinging... then it's like somebody's pounding nails into your flesh and pouring salt in the wound. But, I gotta say... I loved every second of it. I was surprised, but it turns out that I kinda like pain. It fucking turns me on. And I loved the feel of my uncle's rough hands on my soft belly and thighs. It was so hot, the way he looked at me from between my legs. I'd never done anything but kiss a few guys before that. It was such a turn-on... I got totally fucking wet. Well... Uncle X must have seen it... or smelled it... or both, because he got more and more nervous and sweaty. And you can see how low the tattoo goes... I had to actually pull the bikini bottoms down right up to the brink of my clit. And to make the head and tail go down my thighs, he kept having to reposition the strings. It must have been driving him crazy.

"Well, a great tattoo artist has steady hands, but I was making him so fucking nervous that he had to brace his arms against my body to keep his hands from shaking. At first, he just braced himself against my thighs, but after a while he got into the work, and... well, I guess he sort of zoned out, because he suddenly pressed his wrist right into my crotch. He didn't realize he was doing it, but I sure did! It felt so fucking good! His arm was moving around as he did his work... he was masturbating me without even knowing it. I felt myself starting to build up toward an orgasm, and when I do that, juices really start flowing... I mean, like a river. Fuck... look at me right now. Well this is how I was that day. He suddenly felt the wetness on his wrist and he pulled away like I was on fire. Then he blushed like crazy, but I just said, sweetly, 'what's wrong, Uncle X? Don't stop now!'"

Ayako giggled, "Honto? Brandi-san, you so bad!"

Brandi smiled a wicked smile, "I am bad. I totally had the hots for my Uncle... I still do, as a matter of fact. Anyway, after that, he said, 'We'll finish the rest of it another night.' It was just as well. I'm not sure I could have taken any more pain that night. While he was bandaging me, I saw the boner in his jeans. That was such a rush... knowing that I'd turned him on like that. Shit... I masturbated nonstop until our next appointment the following week.

"This time, when I laid down, I untied the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms, so there was only the loose triangle of cloth covering my pussy. I said, "it will be easier to work on the head and neck this way." He didn't object, that wonderful old perv... he just went to work. And this time, he didn't beat around the bush. He just went ahead and pressed his wrist into my crotch. It's a miracle his movements didn't make the triangle of cloth fall off." She giggled. "After about ten minutes, he suddenly excused himself from the room to 'pee'. I could see the massive boner in his pants. I had the distinct impression that he went into the bathroom to rub one out. So I took the bikini bottom of and started masturbating, enjoying the throbbing pain of my tattoo as I gave my pussy pleasure. Heh, heh...

"When he came back in, I still had my fingers in my pussy, and I was moaning and looking right at him. He just stared... his eyes glittering... like a leprechaun looking at a pot of gold. I batted my eyes and opened my legs wider so he could go back to work. Like this."  Brandi put her hands behind her and mimicked the position her uncle had seen her in that night. She opened her legs wide, one leg went right onto Alyson's lap, the other on Dana Lee's... Alyson gulped, staring down into Brandi's wet pussy. Her heavy labia lips were wide open, and her fleshy pussy lips too, revealing Brandi's hymen, which was still intact. Wow... she's a virgin like me.

"He sat and stared... right into his little niece's wide-open pussy from only inches away. I didn't know what he would do, but I was ready for anything. He could have eaten me out... hell, he could have fucked me. I wanted him to." Brandi moved back into her cross-legged position again, smiling gleefully. "But he just started working again. He didn't seem nervous anymore. Now that I'd taken off my panties, all the cards were on the table. We were both committed... to the path of incest!"

Ayako put her hand on her chest and exclaimed, "Bikurishita!"

"He leaned in close and pressed his tattooed wrist deep into my wide open, dripping wet pussy. His other hand went up to my breast and gripped it tight, holding me down so he could finish his work. I could feel the hair on his arms tickling my pussy lips as he moved up and down, filling in the vertical spikes along the dragon's back. Up and down, up and down, up and down... fuck... he was totally masturbating his niece's little pussy, and we both knew it. It fucking felt great. And his hand started to massage my tit... and his fingers pinched my nipple through my T-shirt. I started moaning and squirming, but he told me to hold still. I tried, but it was so hard... it felt so fucking great! My whole belly was screaming in pain, but my pussy was exploding with pleasure as his arm slid up and down my wet clit for the next hour."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 07



Dana Lee was rapt with attention. "Did you have an orgasm?"

"You fucking bet I did. More than one, in fact. But I held as still as I could the whole time, which wasn't easy. I was whimpering and quivering and moaning, 'Fuck, Uncle X... That feels so fucking good! Stroke my little pussy...' There were a lot of strokes to fill in the dragon spikes. A lot of strokes... mmmm. I squirted three different times, totally drenching his arm in the process. He blushed, but he didn't stop. But all good things must come to an end. Eventually he finished and sadly said, 'Okay, Brandi. I guess we're done. Let me just bandage that up...'

"But before he could do that, I jumped out of the chair and knelt in front of him, making a grab for his zipper. He stood up and tried half-heartedly to back away, but I held onto his belt until he stopped struggling. Then I unbuckled him and pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his tattooed cock to my eyes and hands. It was the single most fucking awesome thing I had ever seen in my life, and that includes the Spiderman ride at Universal. He moaned, 'No, Brandi, no! I'm your uncle!' He could have gotten away from me easily, but he just stood there and let me look at his beautiful, hard, hairless cock. There were flames everywhere."

Alyson said, "Flames?"

"Yeah, just like the flames they put on classic cars. Yellow, orange and red flames... all over his cock, balls and ass... it's an amazing tattoo. It must have hurt like hell when he put it on... he did it himself by the way. I looked in awe for a minute, then I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing meat and started stroking him. 'Don't Brandi,' he moaned. Then I licked his hairless balls, and I felt them constrict on my lips. I'd never licked a guy's nut-sack before... it was really weird... but I loved it. His cock got extra hard in my hand and he was moaning, 'we can't, Brandi. We can't... I'm your uncle.' And I said, 'I'm gonna suck your cock, Uncle X. So just stop whining and enjoy it.' I opened my mouth and gave my uncle a fucking blowjob."

Ayako clapped with happy excitement. "Hentai! You so bad! You so bad Brandi-san!"

"Was he big?" asked Dana Lee.

Brandi grinned like a cat. "Not too big, not too small. Juuuust right. And pretty soon he stopped telling me to stop and started thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, banging the back of my throat with his rubbery head, making me gag and choke. I fucking loved it! He fucked my mouth harder and harder... the whole time I was masturbating and moaning... and thinking, Wow. I'm doing this! I'm really doing this! I'm sucking my uncle's cock! I looked up at him. The expression on his face was priceless. He'd been my babysitter... he'd bounced me on his knee and tucked me into bed at night... I bet he never thought that one day he'd be ramming his flaming cock in and out his niece's pretty little mouth. He started moaning, 'Brandi.. Brandi... Brandi... you're so fucking cute...' Man, that was some hot shit!

"Then he was all, 'Brandi... Brandi... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming! Ahhhhh!" His cock stiffened like an iron rod... I mean, it was hard before but suddenly it was bigger and harder than ever. A few moments later gouts of cum started shooting out of it against my tongue. I had a mother-fucking orgasm! Fuck! I came swallowing my uncle's cum!"

Alyson grimaced at the image, but Dana Lee absolutely loved it. She was staring at Brandi, open-mouthed with amazement.

Ayako clapped and bounced up and down happily, grinning from ear to ear. She was thrilled, amazed, and astounded that her friend was just as naughty as her! For certainly, sucking an uncle's cock was almost as naughty as what she'd done right before coming to America.

Dana Lee asked, "And... what about after?"

"Well, he was super weird about it for months. I guess he thought he'd molested me or something. But I eventually talked him into doing my Celtic knots. That was fun. Feeling his hands on my tits. It's so elaborate that it took something like fifteen sessions to complete it. I gave him a blowjob after each one, when the fucking pain was at its peak. And when he pierced my nipples, I fucking gave him a titty job, so he could shoot his cum all over my new tattoo... you know, sort of like a christening."

Alyson asked, "So... are you... still messing around with Uncle X?"

"It's been about four months since the last time. But I'm designing a new tattoo that'll go down my back and across my ass... all the way down around my butthole. He's going to really love that one. Heh, heh, heh."

Alyson was glad the story was over. She didn't particularly care to hear stories about blowjobs. If Brandi had fucked her aunt, that would have been an interesting story!

But Dana Lee was thrilled. "Brandi... I always suspected you were hard core... but I had no idea."

Brandi laughed, "Yeah, but I'm still a virgin, if you can believe it. I gave Uncle X plenty of opportunities to take my cherry, but he draws the line at blowjobs. He won't even go down on me. Ah, well... you can't have everything. So, who's next? How about you, Alyson? A hottie like you has gotta have some nice, juicy sex stories!"

Alyson knew the story she wanted to tell... how she and Amy had gotten drunk at Jack Sparrow's bar and ended up fucking around in the back of Alyson's mother's car. She didn't remember much, but it would have been a shocking story anyway. But instead, she hook her head, "I'm a virgin too... in every way. I don't even have a boyfriend. I'm sorry to say this, but I don't have any sexual secrets. I wish I did, but I don't"

Brandi laughed uproariously, "That's okay. The Goddess gives virgins a free pass. What about you, Dana Lee?"

Dana Lee blushed, "Well, I ain't no virgin."

Alyson huffed, "Shit. Please don't tell that story again. I beg you. I've heard it to death."

"But it's my best..."

Brandi interrupted, "Alyson's right. It needs to be a secret. We've all heard about your big night with Tanner Wyckes. Is he really the only boy you've been with?"

"Well... I did touch my brother's cock once."

Brandi made a buzzing sound, "Nope, we've all heard that one too. Besides, nobody thinks you really did it."

Dana Lee giggled wickedly. "Maybe I did... and maybe I didn't."

Alyson laughed, "Forget about it, Brandi. She's just teasing. Tanner's the only guy she's been with."

Dana Lee was suspiciously silent. Brandi looked at her and said, "Really? I think the little lady has something else up her sleeve."

Dana blushed, and looked at Alyson, "Well... Amy told me not to tell you everything that happened that night... I guess she thought you would... I don't know... freak out about the whole virginity-pact thing."

"What? What else happened that night?"

Dana Lee blushed, "Well... the truth is... I fucked another guy too."

Alyson gasped. "What? No!"  Brandi laughed, "Who? Tell us more!"

Dana Lee smiled dreamily, clearly remembering that massive, throbbing cock stretching her pussy wide as it slipped inside... slamming against her cervix again and again until she passed out from an overload of sheer pleasure. "Jimmy Snyder."

Brandi was gobsmacked. "Jimmy Snyder? Really?"

Alyson was gaping open mouthed, unable to make a sound. She wanted to scream... she wanted to slap Dana Lee... she wanted to burst into tears. I'm fucking doing it again. She's not mine. She's not mine. She's not mine... Alyson forced a happy smile onto her face... as a majorette, she was an expert smile.

Dana Lee saw the flash of anger on Alyson's face and realized that she'd hurt her feelings. Damn... I keep forgetting... she's in love with me. It must drive her crazy to hear me talking about guys. Fuck... why did I have to open my big fat trap? "Anyway... it's no big deal... just trying to offer something up for the Goddess, or whatever."

Ayako started chanting, "Detail, detail, detail..."

Brandi said, "Yeah, details! How the hell did you end up fucking Jimmy Snyder of all people? I thought you pretty girls only mated with your own kind."

"No, no. No details. It's just too embarrassing."

Brandi tried to get more details but Dana Lee's lips were sealed. So Brandi turned to Ayako. "Okay, Ayako-san. Your turn to offer up a secret to the goddess." She totally expected to hear the same 'I'm a virgin' speech that Alyson had made.

Ayako smiled and said, "Okay Brandi-san... I tell you... but very hiketsu... secret. Very secret, okay des? I tell you, but you guys not to tell secret... to anybody!"

The girls all agreed, but that wasn't good enough. Ayako made them swear on the honor of their ancestors. Satisfied, she nodded, walked to the other bed and opened up Brandi's computer. She was surprised to see that the browser was already on a porn site. Oh that naughty Dana Lee... looking at porn! Naughty, naughty! She typed in a URL she'd memorized and waited for the movie to load up.

When she was finished she aimed the computer at her friends and spoke. "My boyfriendo, Takeshi... he's a very bad boy. Abunai. A member of Yakuza. But I did not know at the time. I love him very much. He asking for me to help him, I say yes. I love him. I show you... I show you what he ask me to do. This is why I am in America. My Father seeing this. He send me to here... to take me away from Takeshi. I am missing Takeshi, but it is for the best. Takeshi make me do bad things. I show you.. but secret, very secret. No tell, please, my good friends." The girls all nodded, so she started the video, clicking on the button to make it play full-screen.

The girls watched in wonder as a camera panned across a classroom full of Japanese boys... and one girl. The camera zoomed in on her... it was Ayako! She was wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform and looking quite adorable. Her hair was shorter than it was currently: shoulder length and black, rounded around the edges with feathery tips. But her face was identical... sweet and youthful. The picture of innocence.

What is this, thought Brandi, some sort of school project?

At the front of the class a fat, balding teacher was talking in Japanese. He was patting the back of a tall boy standing next to him. Ayako explained: "Sensei must go to office of headmaster, and leave head boy in charge of class for one hour." She pointed at the head boy, "Takeshi."

After the teacher left, Takeshi smiled wickedly and walked up to schoolgirl Ayako. He leaned over her desk and stared saying things, to which she nodded, her innocent face grinning with embarrassment. The other boys had shocked expressions on their faces. "Takeshi saying we must teaching sex now... and girl student must volunteer. But only girl in class is me... Ayako." She giggled at the same time her character in the movie was giggling.

"Holy fuck..." mumbled Brandi. Ayako made a porno flick! This was the last thing she'd ever expected a sweet girl like Ayako to have been mixed up in. She must have been talked into it by her boyfriend... and what a handsome devil he is too. Takeshi was the tallest, best looking boy in the room. The others, twenty-five in all, were a pretty sorry lot. A few of them were kind of cute, but most of them were ugly, short and stupid looking, with crooked teeth and scruffy haircuts. They were behaving so realistically shy that Brandi had the impression this was the first porn shoot for most of them.

Takeshi made Ayako stand at the front of the class. Then one by one he ordered boys to do different things to her. The first one kissed her, which seemed to be painfully embarrassing to both of them. The second one was told to feel her breasts. The third one was told to reach under her skirt and rub her crotch through her panties.

Then Takeshi made her sit on top of the desk with her feet up on the edge, and her legs open, so the fourth boy could put his face between her legs. The fifth boy was told to cut off her panties with the teacher's scissors, then lick her pussy. The boy stuck out his tongue and started licking her... Ayako's character seemed utterly embarrassed, bit hopelessly turned on by these shenanigans. She started biting her knuckles and whimpering in a high, squeaky voice. More boys came up and stuck their tongues in her vagina, eagerly lapping her as if she were the most delicious desert they'd ever eaten.

 Brandi said, "Hey... I just realized... this is uncensored. Wow."

Alyson, who had almost no access to porn, said, "Why would it be censored?"

"Well, in every Japanese porn I've seen, the private parts are all blurred. I think they're required to do that before distribution."

Ayako shook her head. "No, no... you can buy uncensored in Yakuza stores. This video bought there, then put on internet outside of Japan... maybe Korea or China. Would you prefer to see uncensored version?" She reached for the computer.

 All three girls said, "No!" at the same time. Then they laughed and looked at each other, each of them realizing that the others were just as hopelessly turned on as they were. They blushed and grinned... the excitement and lust in the air was palpable. They were all breathing hard, their mouths open... their lips quivering with desire. They were fucking horny as hell.

Brandi said, "I think we should skip straight to the final stage of the Goddess ceremony."

"Final stage? What's that?" asked Alyson.

"We each must offer up an orgasm to the Goddess." She grinned wickedly, then leaned back on the bed, opened her legs and started masturbating.

Alyson and Dana Lee looked at each other with explosive intensity. On more than one occasion their friend Amy had tried to talk them into a mutual masturbation session, but they'd never actually done it... it was too weird... but now?

Dana Lee said, "What do you think?"

Alyson, wanted to see Dana Lee masturbating more than anything in the world. She licked her lips and said, "Why the fuck not?" She leaned against the headboard, opened her legs and started rubbing her pussy, thinking, Look at me, Dana Lee... fucking look at me...

Dana Lee stared at Alyson's pussy... wavy red pubes were sticking out between her long fingers. Oh fuck... she's touching herself right in front of me. Alyson's bright blue fingernails looked amazing against the pale, freckly flesh of her hot, wet pussy. Dana Lee's cheeks burned hot. Shit... maybe... maybe I wouldn't mind licking her pussy so much after all... it looks... so... fucking... yummy... Shit! I'm staring. Dana Lee blushed and turned toward the computer.

On the screen, a boy was diving his tongue in Ayako's pussy, as another boy pulled up her bra to tweak her nipples from behind. Dana Lee was instantly entranced. She leaned back, opened her legs and started swirling her clit along with her friends.

Ayako was amazed. The last time she'd watched this movie with someone... her father... he'd yelled at her and called her a disgrace. But her friends seemed to like it... they were even pleasuring themselves as they watched... it was weirdly heart-warming. She had intended to only show a few minutes of the beginning... just enough for them to get the idea... but now she wanted them to see the whole thing... and she wanted to watch it with them... to see it how they saw it... as entertainment, instead of as the moment of her great disgrace. She moved to sit on the bed behind Brandi, and watched the movie quietly as her friends masturbated.

In the video, the boys were now being ordered to disrobe by the head boy. They nervously stripped down to their underwear and one-by-one walked past Ayako, sticking their fingers clumsily in and out of her pussy, making her squeal in pleasure and blush with embarrassment.

Alyson wasn't watching the movie. She only had eyes for Dana Lee, whose long, narrow body was reclined right in front of her, coppery legs splayed wide open. So close... so deliciously close. Dana Lee's long, willowy fingers were sliding in and out of her wet pussy... just a few feet away from Alyson's eager eyes. It was the most incredible, heartbreaking thing Alyson had ever seen in her life. Oh fuck... Dana Lee... Dana Lee... You're so fucking beautiful... I'll never get over you. I'm gonna fucking pine for you for the rest of my life... but right now... fuck that pussy for me, Dana Lee... fuck that sweet little pussy...

Dana Lee could feel Alyson's eyes. She didn't even have to look to know it. My best friend is looking at me masturbate... while she masturbates. Fuck... that's pretty weird... but, fuck... it's turning me on! Fuck... fuck... fuck. Feast your eyes, Alyson... I'm touching my pussy for you. She turned her body a bit to give Alyson an even better view. In the process, her left calf bumped into Alyson's right knee. She pulled back for a moment, then thought, what the hell... why not? She lowered her leg again, making full contact with Alyson's silky smooth calf.

Alyson felt a spark of electricity at the point of contact, which sent waves of pleasure straight to her pussy. Oh... fuck, Dana Lee... this may be as close as we ever get, but I'll take what I can get! She stared down hungrily, and saw that Dana Lee was pinching her nipples now, drawing them out with her fingers, making them hard and long. Alyson began swirling her clit double-time, feeling waves of pure pleasure radiating through her body. Soon she was moaning and groaning with Dana Lee.

Brandi's voice joined the chorus of moans. She was amazed at the sight of Ayako being stripped naked by the boys. They crowded around her, squeezing and licking her breasts desperately, acting like pubescent boys who'd never seen a naked tit before. Hell, for all I know, this is the first tit these guys have ever touched! Everyone in the video, except Takeshi, looked a bit freaked out by the sex lesson. He was smiling a wicked, handsome smile that Brandi found irresistibly erotic. He ordered Ayako to get on her knees. Then he ordered the schoolboys to line up in front of her.

Brandi flicked the studs on her clit, feeling sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. I can't believe I'm watching Ayako in a porno! She looks so sweet and innocent... Holy shit! She's sucking that kid's cock!

Ayako had pulled a boy's underwear down, on instructions from Takeshi, and wrapped her sweet little lips around the dark shaft. Dana Lee gasped at the sight of Ayako's adorable head bobbing forward and back, as the boy looked down in utter amazement. The rest of the schoolboys stripped out of their underwear and took turns inside Ayako's eager mouth. She started sucking them two or three at a time, while the other boys stood around her in a big circle jerking off . She looked like she was really enjoying herself. After a while, a boy stepped up to her and shot a load of cum all over her adorable little face.

"Fuck, Ayako!" grunted Brandi. "Is this bukkake porn?"

"Hai, Brandi-san. Bukkake."

"Oh, fuck... I love fucking bukkake!"

Alyson said, between groans, "What's... huh... huh... huh... bukkake?"

Brandi gasped, "Watch... ooh... ooh... ooh... and you'll see."

Alyson turned to look and saw a second schoolboy unloading a gout of jizz all over Ayako's face. Yecch! Alyson looked away in disgust, preferring the much more tasty vision of her friends masturbating... amazed by the different ways their tits were quaking as they were cumming. Ayako's were bouncing about playfully, Brandi's were rolling about in huge circles, and Dana Lee's tiny tits were jiggling like little gelatin deserts.

Dana Lee was utterly riveted to the crazy action in the movie, as she fucked her pussy with abandon. Takeshi was now on the floor, eating out Ayako's pussy, giving her a long whimpering orgasm as the boys stepped up in ones and twos to shoot blobs of cum all over her face, body and hair. Ten boys later, Ayako's entire torso was covered with a thick coat of white goo. The next boy grabbed her head so he could cum directly into her mouth. She tried to swallow it as best she could between orgasmic screams, but most of it just welled out of her plastered lips, rolled down her chin, and collected in the deep pool of cum on her clavicle.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 08



Notes

This is the eighth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her editing help and advice! She particularly helped me to understand working out and weight lifting, which is a good thing, because I'm sedentary and fat! 

In this chapter, we're back again with Lindsey. You do not need to read any of the other chapters to enjoy this. It's a nicely self-contained story.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!





Field Trip Follies Ch. 08



Gary's beady eyes suddenly filled with tears. He croaked, "Really?"

She looked him up and down, hungrily. "Laurie is gonna love your body."

"I don't think so, Mrs. Foster. One look at me and she'll run for the hills."

"Let me be the judge of that, Gary. I know Laurie better than you do. There's just one little thing we need to take care of. Follow me."

Lindsey collected her purse and led him down the little hallway leading to the locker rooms. He followed without even thinking. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Mrs. Foster thought he was a beautiful beast. Even when he'd been in his lustful daze the previous day, he'd never considered she'd do anything but consent grudgingly to his advances. 

Mrs. Foster pushed open the lady's locker-room door and beckoned him to follow.

"That's the girls room..."

"We're the only ones here, and it's only 5:15. Don't worry about it." 

Mrs. Foster sounded so sure of herself, so he followed. She put her huge purse on a long counter of sinks and started to dig through it. Gary couldn't understand why women, particularly little ones like Mrs. Foster, needed to carry around such gigantic bags. He soon found out. It was so they were prepared for anything. She brought her hand out holding a big bar of soap and a three-pack of disposable razors. As she ripped open the package, Gary suddenly realized what she had in mind.

"No... wait a second."

She turned toward him and grinned mischievously. "You're very hairy, Gary.... It's kinda scary." She giggled. "You don't want Laurie to run for the hills, do you Sasquatch? No? Then bring that little stool over here and sit down." 

Mrs. Foster filled the sink with hot water. Then she lathered up the bar of soap and started spreading the suds on Gary's shoulders and back. He loved the feel of her warm wet hands on his flesh. The water ran down into his sweatpants, but he was too dazed to object. He'd been considering shaving himself for years, but was afraid of what he might find underneath all that hair... terrified that his muscles would be smaller than he hoped, and he'd become even more obsessed than ever, chasing that ideal body he longed for with all his heart. He was glad that Mrs. Foster was forcing him to finally take the plunge. 

Lindsey quickly shaved his back. His hair, though thick, was soft and came off easily. Then she shaved his arms, underarms, chest and abs. It was particularly difficult shaving the nooks and crannies caused by his amazing muscles, but if the razor hurt him at all, he never complained. It took a lot longer than she would have thought, but it was so fun, she totally lost track of time. She was on a mission to remove every molecule of hair.

As she worked, she felt kind of like an art restorer, slowly cleaning away centuries of pollution to reveal the glorious masterpiece hidden beneath. Bit by bit, Gary's sculptured physique was uncovered in all its splendor. She got more turned on with every second... her pussy was aching with lust by the time she finished his torso. The first razor was hopelessly clogged. But she had two more.

She asked, "How does it feel?"

He rubbed his big hands over his chest. "Wow... it feels weird. My whole body is tingling... but it feels smoother than I expected. I thought it would be stubbly."

"Nope. Soft as a baby's behind."

"How do I look?"

"See for yourself." 

He'd been sitting with his back to the mirror, so he stood and turned. An ugly faced Adonis looked back at him through the mirror. "Wow." He couldn't believe he was looking at his own body, not one of the guys in those muscle mags. He was ripped. Totally ripped. It was the first time he'd ever seen his crazy abdominals and the complicated web of muscles in his pecs. He felt an almost religious rush of wonder. It was almost as if he'd just undergone a miraculous transformation... under the patient, loving hands of Saint Foster.

Suddenly, without preamble, Lindsey grabbed his waistband and yanked his sweatpants and underwear to the ground.

Gary threw his hands over his cock and shouted, "Hey!"

"We're not done yet."

Suddenly Gary realized that Mrs. Foster meant to shave ALL of him. Everything. He felt a little woozy. His heart started beating hard in his chest. But she was looking up at him with such determination in those beautiful doll-like eyes that he couldn't resist her. He squeaked, "Do we have to?"

"Look at yourself. What do you think?"

She had a point there. He was cleanly shaven down to the waist... it looked like he was wearing the bottom half of a gorilla suit. "Oh, fuck it." He kicked off his shoes and socks, keeping his hand over his cock the whole time, thrilled and horrified, in equal measures. 

Lindsey sat on the stool, buzzing with excitement. Her pussy was already wet from shaving his torso... she could hardly wait to get to the good parts. She started with his legs, shaving both of them almost all the way up. 

Gary started to get over his embarrassment... he even started enjoying himself. A beautiful, tiny little woman was crouched right in front of him, shaving his legs. He couldn't help himself... his cock started to push insistently against his cupped hands.  Let me out! Let me out! 

By the time Lindsey finished his legs, she could tell that Gary was trying mightily to hide his hard-on, but failing. His hands were big, but his cock was bigger. She licked her lips as she started spreading foam over Gary's rock hard butt cheeks.

"Spread your legs for me." 

Gary nervously spread his legs. Then he felt Mrs. Foster running her soapy hand deep into his ass crack... going farther and farther, across his asshole and everything... then her soapy hand emerged on the other side and she was cupping his hairy testicles and spreading soap all over them. Oh my god... Mrs. Foster's touching my nut sack! He'd never felt anything so wonderful in his life. 

She quickly shaved his ass and flanks, then whispered, "Bend over."

"What?"

"Come on, bend over."

He did as he was told and was thrilled by the sensation of a razor being run all around his asshole, and the back of his balls. He was a bit frightened that she'd cut something, but his hair was so soft by this time that it came off easily. Although she was having to rinse the razor out again and again, because he was so hairy.

While he was bent over, Lindsey got a good look at the underside of Gary's hard cock. It was 8 inches long, and thick. It was heavily veined, with a fat, knobby head, and a bit of a downward curve. It wasn't as sleek and perfect as Brant's cock, but its freaky, knobby shape suited Gary's beastly body.

"Okay. Turn around. Time for the big finish." She giggled.

He turned, his heart beating hard with anticipation. He still hand his hands cupped loosely over his cock, but she gently took his wrists and pulled his hands open. He saw the hunger on her face as she looked as his cock. He couldn't believe he was naked in front of her... his rock-hard penis just inches away from her face. It was throbbing. He gasped as she spread soap foam all over it. Oh, my god... she's holding my cock! Fuck... oh... fuck... she's stroking it! Oh shit... she's jacking me off! Oh... shit, that feels so good!

Lindsey took extra time spreading the soap over his cock and balls, giggling at the look of crazy lust on his face. She even jerked him a bit, holding his meaty shaft tightly in her soapy hand. Then she let go and shaved the hair between his belly button and his cock, working slowly downward, enjoying it. There was plenty of time. He gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his cock again. But instead of stroking it, she just held it in different positions with her delicate fingertips as she shaved the scraggly pubes that were growing almost halfway up the meaty shaft. 

"Sit on the counter." Once Gary was sitting, she had him open his legs wide, so she had full access to his balls. He clearly loved the feel of her fingers pushing and pulling his dangly flesh this way and that as she shaved every inch of his testicles, until they were totally raw.

Suddenly, Lindsey realized that she was finished! It had taken so long to shave his massive body, that it was hard to believe she'd finally completed the gargantuan task. She'd run through all three razors, and the floor was covered with a halo of curly black hair and soapsuds. She got a towel wet with warm water and ran it all over his body as he stood in front of her, clearing away as much soap and hair residue as she could.

When she was done, she said, "Pose for me, Gary."

Gary smiled his ugly smile, then flexed into the most powerful, full body pose he could manage.

"Oh... shit... you're a god, Gary." She moaned, stunned by the sight of his godly body. He was not only incredibly ripped, and amazingly defined, his muscles were beautifully balanced, which Mark had told her was the art of muscle building. She felt weak in the knees.

Gary was surprised when Mrs. Foster stepped up to him and started running her hands all over his smooth chest and ribs. He didn't know what to do, so he held his pose, flexing his muscles for all he was worth. Mrs. Foster's delicate little fingers felt electric on his freshly shaved flesh. Then she got even closer... she reached around him to feel his back and ass, casually pressing her belly into the tip of his hard cock. Then she gripped him tighter, hugging him, and he could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing into his ribcage. 

His heart was beating a mile a minute by this time, and sweat broke out on his forehead, partly from the strain of holding the flex, and partly from the simple fact that his English Teacher feeling him up. She began to kiss his chest... then her tongue came out and she licked his pecs in swirling circles. He gasped when she took his nipples one by one into her mouth and suckled them with lascivious hunger. Then she started kissing her way down his chest, planting a loving kiss on each separate muscle group, as she made her way down... down... down. His mind was exploding. Oh shit... she's gonna suck my cock!! As she inserted her tongue into his navel, he felt her fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing shaft. Gary gasped.  This is it... I'm gonna get my first blowjob!

"Hey, wait for me!" shouted a girl, right outside in the hallway. 

Gary froze with fear, but Lindsey jumped up, grabbed her purse, and pulled Gary away from the sinks. They found themselves in an adjacent room, with Lockers on one side, curtained shower stalls on the other, and a long bench in the middle. There were no exits, so she pulled him into one of the shower stalls, just as they heard the door bang open, followed by the giggling clamor of girls. 

Gary was apoplectic with terror. It sounded like a hundred girls were stampeding into the locker room. Mrs. Foster tried to calm him by stroking his shoulder softly, but all he could think about was the utter embarrassment of being discovered.  Oh god... please... no... How would he ever live down being caught naked in a shower stall in the girl's locker room... with a teacher? But then he thought about the shit-storm of trouble Mrs. Foster would get into over this. She'll get fired for sure! I don't want to be responsible for that! Then he thought, I need to get dressed! But he suddenly realized that he'd left his shirt and hoodie out in the gym, and his pants and shoes were piled up on the floor under the sinks. Shit... shit... shit... shit...

Lindsey pointed to the top of the curtain, and whispered, "Can you see who it is?"

Gary looked up to where she was pointing. The bar holding the curtain was mounted an inch below the header. Gary put his massive hands on the tile walls on either side and pushed himself up to his tiptoes to see if he could peek out the narrow opening. He could... in fact, it gave him a panoramic view of the locker room. 

He saw five adorable teenage girls come bustling in, dressed in jogging outfits. He immediately recognized them... they were with the Malvado Playa Colorguard... Laurie Bonner's friends... although he didn't see Laurie with them. He'd watched them practicing the night before. He'd even almost picked one of these girls over Laurie. She was named Steffie, and was a short-haired blonde with an adorably mischievous face. She also had a muscular body with a deep, coppery suntan, and eyes so bright blue that they almost looked like they were glowing. 

The girls chattered away about how cold it was outside and how pissed off they were that their Band Director, Mrs. Antonia had woken them up at 6am and made them go for a run. But he could barely hear what they were saying because as soon as they came in, the girls started undressing. 

Lindsey whispered, "What do you see?"

He couldn't answer. All he could do was stare... utterly transfixed by this feast of femininity. Shirts were lifted, pants were dropped... and soon, all five delicious girls were wearing nothing but their underwear. He had a perfect view of Steffie's muscular, tanned body. She was wearing lacy, white underwear, and as she laughed, her generous cleavage rippled gaily. He'd never seen a girl in her underwear before, much less five of them at the same time. His cock was so hard, he had to make sure to keep his ass back, to prevent it from poking out through the curtain.

A pretty black girl came running into the locker room shouting, "Ewwww! Disgusting!"

"What is it, Suzi?" asked Steffie.

"Somebody must have shaved their dog out there! There's a pile of curly, black hair all over the floor by the sink!"

The girls laughed like crazy. Then Steffie said, "Maybe Mrs. Antonia came here to shave her legs while we were jogging!" The girls went crazy for that joke. Even Lindsey snorted, stifling a laugh.

Gary was about to shush her, when he saw Steffie reach behind her back and unhook her bra. He just about passed out at the sight of Steffie's beautiful breasts as they fell unceremoniously into view. Though her body was heavily tanned, her breasts were as pale as paper. The contrast between tanned skin and untanned skin was stunning to behold. Her areolas and nipples were pale... almost invisible. He started drooling. Literally.

Things only got better when she peeled off her underwear, revealing a pale triangle of creamy, white flesh between her legs, the bottom point of which was home to a perfect, pink pussy, with a pronounced clitoral bump on top. Steffie had trimmed her blonde pubes, so that there was nothing left but a little vertical stripe on top. He'd heard one of the guys calling that kind of thing a 'landing strip.' Gary felt light headed. Fuck... I'd like to make a landing on that strip... with my tongue.

Lindsey could tell from Gary's breathing that the girls must be stripping. She smiled and felt happy for him. She'd done more than her fair share of peeping in shower rooms over the years. Of course, as a bisexual woman, she had an unfair advantage. For now, she was happy just to look at Gary's wonderfully ripped back. He was standing on tip toes, making his legs and ass look absolutely scrumptious.

Gary was amazed by how casually the girls were all stripping naked in front of each other. He had no experience in locker rooms... he'd never showered at school. They were just peeling off everything... and he was watching. He was thrilled to see that each girl's body was delightfully different. Some had dark nipples, some light, some had hairy pussies, some had them neatly trimmed... some had defined muscles, others looked soft and cuddly. It was an absolute banquet for the eyes. The last one to strip was the black girl, Suzi. Even though she was the skinniest girl, her tits were the biggest. They were round and chocolate brown, with large black areolas, and they jiggled like crazy as she laughed with her friends. She's so... fucking... delicious.

"Fuck." he moaned out loud, aching with lust. He saw Steffie look up at the sound, her face suddenly suspicious and angry. Gary almost screamed in fear. He retreated backward, stumbling around Mrs. Foster and plunking down on the built-in bench at the back of the shower. He cowered, as if he could hide behind her tiny body. Oh fuck!! I'm dead! We're dead! 

"Hey! Is someone in there?" said Steffie, suspiciously.

This is it!! We're screwed!

Lindsey stepped up to the curtain, opened it around her face and peered out, "It's just me."

Lindsey was amazed by the sight of Steffie's rack. Wow... what a hottie. And that bikini tan... how old-school is that?

Suzi said, "Oh, hey, aren't you Laurie's friend?"

Lindsey turned to see a thin black girl with enormous chocolate boobs.

"Oh Hi. You must be Suzi."

"She told you about me?"

"She pointed you out in the ballroom. You're the goody two shoes." The girls laughed as if it was something they called her all the time. "She said you were covering for her last night."

"Well, it didn't work. Mrs. Antonia caught her sneaking back in, drunk as a skunk, no thanks to you."

"Oh, no! Is she in trouble?"

One of the other girls, a sexy short-haired redhead said, "Nah. The band needs Laurie, so Mrs. A let it slide."

Steffie added, "She even let Laurie sleep in while the rest of us had to freeze our asses off!"

Gary waited in intense suspense as Lindsey was introduced to the various girls. He learned that Steffie's last name was Hatton. It was good to have a full name to go with those amazingly pale tits that were now burned on his retinas for life. After a while, the girls started going into the showers.

Steffie looked at Lindsey's little innocent face, but found it a bit weird that the short Mexicana had been lurking in the shower stall all that time. She's not even running the shower. Why? She's acting awfully suspicious. She said, "Hey... is your shower not working?"

Lindsey laughed, "Sorry... I'd just come in here when you gals showed up. I was eavesdropping. Well... guess I better get to it."

"Have a nice shower." 

When Lindsey closed the curtain again, she almost cracked up at the sight of big strong Gary cowering back there. His cock was totally flaccid now, dangling impotent with fear.

Gary whispered, "What are we gonna do?"

Lindsey whispered back, "Well... it may take a while until the coast is clear. So meanwhile, I'm gonna take a shower."

Gary held his breath as Mrs. Foster stripped out of her clothes. It was one thing to peep at girls, but another thing entirely to have a woman intentionally strip naked in front of him. She kicked her shoes and socks off, then peeled her sports bra off, and her little breasts bounced down. She winked at him and peeled off her shorts, slowly and sensuously, letting him savor the moment. She's so goddamned beautiful. He loved how small she was... how slight. And he loved her smooth, pale brown skin... her long, dark nipples... her fuzzy, adorable pussy... he ached to touch her.

Mrs. Foster smiled warmly at him and hung her clothes and purse on the hook. The she walked up to him and reached past him to turn on the shower, casually brushing her breasts against his massive shoulder. He blushed and started to get out of the way, but she put her hands on his chest to make him stay seated. Then she got a big handful of body foam from the soap dispenser and started washing him. He still had residue from the shaving, so he knew there was a practical purpose to all this... but the way she touched him... well, it wasn't practical at all. It was provocative... and erotic. She spent way more time than strictly necessary washing his cock... rubbing it with her foamy little hands it was long and hard, and he was giddy with lust. 

"You do me now," she whispered, squirting soap into his hands. 




Field Trip Follies Ch. 08



Mrs. Foster raised her arms over her head, and he began to wash her tight little body... his hands were touching a woman's body for the first time ever, and his mind was exploding with a tangle of love and lust. He touched every inch of her little body as she turned slowly for him... those firm little breasts, that tight little ass... that fuzzy, adorable pussy. All the while she was looking at him with her innocent doll-like eyes, a sweet, crooked smile on her pretty little lips. He was in a total haze of lust, and by the time he was washing her back, he had the crazy desire to grab her hips and lift her onto his cock... it would be so easy... and get the whole virginity thing over with once and for all. But he'd never do such a thing... not unless she told him to... and he wanted her to tell him to in the worst way imaginable. 

But she didn't. She just grinned and teased him with her beauty.

One by one he heard the other showers go off, and the girls chatting as they dressed and left. Only one shower, other than his, was still running. He vaguely wondered which girl it was. 

Eventually he'd washed every nanometer of Mrs. Foster's tight little body, so she turned slowly, letting him rinse her off. Then she took the showerhead and rinsed him off, from top to bottom. When she was done, she put the showerhead in the holder, but left it running. 

She whispered, "I think I should finish what I started out there by the sinks."

Gary nodded enthusiastically. Then Mrs. Foster started kissing her way down his body again, slowly... sensuously. Oh, shit... she's really gonna do it this time... she's gonna suck my cock! Then she kneeled between his wide open legs, and lifted his cock with one hand, as she leaned over and sucked one of his big, bald balls into her hot little mouth.

"Oh fuck..." he hissed. He heard the girl in the shower stall right next to him start to sing. Her beautiful voice resonated through the shower room. He recognized her voice as beautiful blonde Steffie, and the knowledge that she was only a few feet away as Mrs. Foster sucked his balls, made him writhe with lust. He held his breath, so as not to moan and give himself away. He could feel every detail of Mrs. Foster's lips, tongue and teeth as she licked, sucked and nibbled his nut sack. Her soft little hand began sliding up and down on his smooth shaft as her tongue wetly circled and swirled on the sensitive spot just under his scrotum. 

He looked down and saw her adorable little nose bending around the base of his cock, which looked utterly enormous next to her lovely little brown face. He felt powerful... huge... manly. 

Lindsey loved the feel of Gary's big, smooth balls in her mouth, and his heavy, veiny cock in her hand. So masculine... so powerful. She knew it was his first time for this kind of thing, so she took her time, and gave him a ball-licking he'd never forget. After a while she began to push one of his legs up, and he responded by lifting it. That allowed her to lick lower and lower on his balls, tonguing the super-sensitive skin of his perineum. He gasped and shivered, and she pushed his leg up even higher. Now his anus was completely exposed. Since she'd shaved it and cleaned it so thoroughly earlier, she felt an irresistible urge to taste it.

Gary felt Mrs. Foster's tongue circling his freshly shaven anus. "Oh, shit!" He groaned as her sharp little tongue licked his asshole. It was such a filthy thing for such a sweet little woman to be doing... it totally blew his mind. Then she started pressing her tongue inside, slowly but insistently working it in to his sensitive opening. He'd never experienced such a weird, wonderful sensation before. Meanwhile, she was stroking his cock lightly, her small hand sliding up and down his eight inches. He felt an orgasm brewing.

As Lindsey swirled the tip of her tongue around Gary's tight, clean asshole, a sudden image popped into her mind... her tongue buried in Katie's asshole.  Fuck! I don't want to think about that now! But it was too late. She was thinking about it now. I gave my sister a rim job. But instead of grossing her out, the thought turned her on. She moaned and stuck her tongue in, even deeper, as she jacked his cock with more and more power. Then she felt Gary's cock begin to swell and knew that he was going to cum soon.

Mrs. Foster straightened up and pushed her little breasts together, pressing them to either side of Gary's throbbing shaft, and started stroking him up and down. Oh shit... Mrs. Foster's titty-fucking me! Oh shit, it looks so great! He was close to cumming... so close... but now that her tongue wasn't in his asshole anymore, the wave receded, and he came back from the brink of release. He was so glad. He didn't want this to end just yet... it was just too awesome, and he was enjoying the sight of Mrs. Foster's brown tits sliding up and down the sides of his pale cock.

 Then Mrs. Foster threw her head back and moaned, as Gary pinched and twisted her rubbery, long nipples with is large fingers. Her tits were so soft, and his freshly shaven cock was so sensitive... he felt little shivers of pleasure running up from his balls, and a blob of precum welled out of the tip. She saw it and bent her willowy neck forward, and licked the oozing white blob off with the flat of her tongue. Oh, shit... she's licking my cock... she's tasting my cum... fuck! 

Lindsey sucked and slurped the tip of Gary's penis, drawing out a little more precum, then licked her lips and looked up at him and said, "Yummy, Gary."

That look in her eyes was the most erotic thing so far. Gary felt his whole body shiver with lust and emotion. He felt ashamed of being such an asshole to her the day before. She's an angel... an absolute angel. 

Then Mrs. Foster opened her pretty mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... she's gonna suck my cock... oh shit! He stared as her mouth slowly, wetly, engulfed the knobby head. His entire body stiffened as he felt his meaty shaft sliding deeper into her lovely head, over her tongue and between her teeth... all the way into the back of her throat... then beyond. She was literally swallowing him... engulfing his entire penis until her chin was buried in his scrotum. Then she started swallowing. He moaned, "Oh, fuuuuck..." He felt her epiglottis massaging the head of his cock... milking it. It was a mind-blowing sensation. 

Gary put his huge hands on either side of Mrs. Foster's pretty little head and quivered as she gulped and gulped and gulped. He felt himself oozing precum right into her throat. After a full minute, she pulled out, and gasped for air. 

She looked up at him and whispered, "Laurie's gonna love this cock of yours, Gary. I can't wait to watch her suck it. I can't wait to watch you stick this beautiful cock inside her tight little pussy and fuck her till she cums all over you." 

Then she started sucking him again, wrapping one hand around his shaft, and fondling his balls with the other. She was drooling all over his shaft, so her hand was well lubricated as she went all the way up and all the way down, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, her grip amazingly tight. All the while, Steffie's beautiful, sexy singing voice was making the entire room vibrate. It was a R&B song he didn't know. It was so beautiful... he could hardly have imagined a more wonderful soundtrack to listen to for his first blowjob.

Gary felt something powerful building up. He'd masturbated probably hundreds of thousands of times over the years, but he'd never felt an orgasm coming on so strong. His legs began to quiver uncontrollably and he had to hold his breath to keep from roaring. He heard Steffie turning off her shower and stepping out into the locker room, still humming lightly. He could picture her standing there, just a few feet away, totally naked, drying her beautiful, tanned body. If only she knew what was going on in here!

Lindsey had to hold on tight, as Gary's muscle-bound body began to buck and jerk. She could feel his cock hardening, and the veins on it swelling up. She was sucking faster and faster, harder and harder. 

Gary's entire body went into an almost total body clench, as he felt the cum galloping up his groin. He suddenly forgot entirely about trying to stay quiet. He grunted loudly, "Oh shit... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

Right at that moment, the shower curtain shot open. He was looking at Steffie and she was looking at him, her eyes and mouth wide open. She had a towel around her waist, but her pale tits were totally on display. Gary wanted to stop... to cover himself up... to run for the hills... but it was too late. He was cumming, and he was helpless to do anything but stare at Steffie's tits as he roared, "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

The first blast was so powerful it took Lindsey completely by surprise. She'd sucked hundreds of men's cocks over the years, but the sheer power and quantity of cum that shot out of Gary's cock was utterly unexpected. The first two shots almost completely filled her mouth, and forced their way into the very back of her throat, so that she almost choked on them, as she tried to swallow. She reflexively pulled back, cum pouring out of her mouth, and now, five more, powerful, heavy ropes of cum shot out of him. The first two shot entirely over her head, so she pulled his cock down and aimed it at her face as she jerked him powerfully. The next three ropes splooged heavy and hot against her cheeks, lips, nose and hair. She laughed out loud, amazed by the sheer wetness of each new shot. Gary's a mother-fucking cum machine!

Gary felt all the massive muscles in his abdomen clenching... squirting the cum out of him with amazing power. He couldn't believe that Steffie was watching him cum all over Mrs. Foster's face, and amazed that she didn't run away, particularly when the first two jets of cum almost reached the threshold. She was staring into the shower stall, utterly transfixed by the scene. Gary looked down, to see the fifth juicy shot hitting Mrs. Foster right in the face. Then she leaned forward, opening her mouth eagerly, her eyes wide with wonder and happiness. She kept jerking his cock, milking the cum out of it, so he shot again and again into her mouth, as his body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably. 

Over the years, Gary had developed a habit of counting how many spurts his cock would make when he masturbated. On average, he managed eight to ten big juicy squirts of about a teaspoon each. This time he counted thirteen, plus an additional ten spasms of lesser visual power, but just as much physical pleasure. It took almost fifteen seconds of full on orgasm to finish flooding Mrs. Foster's mouth with his seed. She was gulping mightily, but a lot of it was pouring out of her sweet lips, onto her perky tits, and splattering all over her thighs. It was the filthiest sight he'd ever seen, made doubly filthy by the fact that naked, blonde Steffie was watching the whole thing in awe.

Lindsey couldn't believe how powerful and juicy Gary's orgasm was. His whole body was clenching and spasming. She looked up as his massive body finished going through the dregs of orgasm, and cum kept welling and oozing into her mouth with each jerk of his body. She'd only seen a few men in her life cum this hard and none this long. 

Steffie was in shock. She'd never seen anything like that before. Laurie's friend was kneeling low enough that Steffie had seen the freaky muscleman with the huge cock, plastering the girl right in the face. It was incredible! Steffie's friend Rona Barrett had told her all sorts of crazy stories about her sexual conquests, but nothing as awesome as this! She absolutely had to call Rona and tell her what she'd just seen. Rona was going to be soooo jealous! Steffie quietly closed the curtain and quickly dressed, not even bothering to put her underwear on.  I've gotta get back to my room and masturbate! NOW! 

Lindsey looked up at Gary and waited until he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her. She whispered, "Gary.... I want to fuck you so bad right now... but... I want you to save yourself for Laurie."

"Okay." Gary looked up and saw that Steffie was gone. Then he looked at Mrs. Foster's face. She was plastered with cum, but she was smiling innocently... sweetly. His cock almost immediately started getting hard again. 

Lindsey considered letting Gary finger fuck her, or go down on her, but the locker room was quiet for the first time in an hour. This might be their only opportunity to escape. "Lets rinse this cum off and get out of here before someone else comes in!" 

Later, after they were finally dressed and back in the weight room, she said "I haven't figured out the details for our little party tonight, but I'll let you know, once I know. You aren't going to chicken out on me, are you Gary?"

He smiled his goofy, ugly smile and said, "No ma'am."

"Good. Now... some advice: Don't masturbate today. You're going to want to. Believe me, I know. But do yourself a favor and resist the urge. Save it for tonight. Save it for Laurie."

"Okay, Mrs. Foster."

"And call me Lindsey around her. She thinks I'm a student. She thinks I'm eighteen."

He giggled his high laugh, "Yeah... I can see that. You're awfully young looking, Mrs. F... I mean, Lindsey."

"Tell her we're both seniors... if it comes up. Oh, and... I said you needed a little kissing practice yesterday, so..." Lindsey pulled him down to her lips and started kissing him. Gary had a pronounced underbite. "Try opening your mouth farther." He did, and it made all the difference. Soon, she was totally fucking his face with her tongue and he was reaching around to fondle her ass with his hands and his cock was growing...pressing insistently against her belly. 

She heard sounds out in the hallway, so she broke the kiss. "That was hot, Gary. That's the way to do it. Open your mouth like that and you'll knock her dead!"

About halfway through the kiss, Gary had fallen in love with Mrs. Foster. It was as if the grey skies had parted and the sun was shining on him for the first time in his life. He had no illusions, however. He was a student and she was a teacher with a husband and a kid. But he knew, as of that moment, that he'd do anything for her. If anybody ever tried to hurt her... if Willie Jones, for instance, tried to rape her again, he'd rip the motherfucker in half. 

Before they went their separate ways, Gary said, "Uh... Mrs. Foster... you should know... that Steffie girl... she saw us."

"Shit. When?"

"Right when I was cumming."

She laughed crazily, "Fuck... she saw that?"

"Yeah. Then she took off. I hope you don't get in trouble."

"Well... she doesn't know I'm a teacher, so we should be okay. Don't worry about it."

He smiled and loped off, a dazed, satisfied expression on his ugly mug, not a care in the world. But Lindsey was worried. Worried about her sanity. This was the third day in a row that someone had caught her having sex with a student.  I must have some kind of sick subconscious desire to get caught! 

She saw her reflection in a mirror and said, "You're a bad girl, Lindsey."

She smiled back at herself. Yeah... I am.

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This story is now over 100,000 words, and is not the first truly novel-length story I've written, and there are lots more chapters to go! 

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 C.B. Summers



Field Trip Follies Ch. 09



Notes

This is the NINTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her encouragement and inspiration.

This chapter could be read without reading earlier chapters. All you need to know is that Lindsey is a chaperone on a band field trip to perform at the Pasadena Tournament of Roses Parade. She's a great teacher... but it turns out that Lindsey is the last teacher on earth you'd want to entrust with your children's virtue, particularly now that her naughty little sister has come for a visit.

For those who are turned off by incest, this particular chapter has NO INCEST, just some sexual tension between the sisters.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!

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DAY 4 -- 7:20 A.M.

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA DECEMBER 31 -- NEW YEAR'S EVE

Lindsey looked at her watch when she got off the elevator on the sixth floor. It was almost 7:20. Kids were streaming out into the hallway, dressed in their bright blue band uniforms and lugging their instrument cases. A couple of boys whistled, noticing her skimpy workout clothes of tight white shorts and a grey sports bra. She was flattered, but then she was suddenly terrified of running into Brant West. She didn't want him to see her dressed like this, so she ran the rest of the way to her room.

Farinella was fully dressed in a bright blue pantsuit and brushing out her long bleach-blonde hair in the mirror by the door, obviously planning to leave it down instead of rolling it up into her usual bun. That had been Lindsey's idea they day before last, and it seemed to be the physical manifestation of her sudden transformation from 'tight assed bitch' to 'fun Band Director', which the kids had noticed the day before. Farinella whispered, "I was wondering where you went, Mrs. Foster... Lindsey."  

Lindsey saw that Katie was still asleep, curled up naked in the bed... completely uncovered. Lindsey reflexively looked away from her sister's creamy ass. That in itself was pretty weird. They regularly sunbathed in the nude next to her pool and she'd never been bothered by Katie's naked body before. What does that mean? She also didn't want to think about it too hard, so Lindsey put her arms around Farinella and gave her a lingering kiss.

"Sorry. I went down to the gym. I hope I'm not late."

Farinella smiled, looking at her like a schoolgirl with a crush. "Oh, don't worry about it. Assembly is in a few minutes out in the west parking lot. It won't matter if you're a little late... you didn't have much of a chance to visit with your sister last night, so take your time. Well, I have to run." Farinella started to open the door, then turned, her eyes misting over a bit. She hugged Lindsey tight. "Thank you for last night, Lindsey. Thank you so much. And thank Katie for me when she wakes up."

They kissed again... a deep, passionate kiss. They both felt their blood pressure soaring. Lindsey broke the kiss, not wanting to keep Farinella from her duty. She said, "It was our pleasure."

Farinella had a hopeful look on her face. "Maybe tonight...?"

Lindsey shook her head, "Sorry. I have plans. I'll probably be out late. I have no idea what Katie is up to. As you said, we haven't talked yet. Anyway, you and I will have four more nights together. I intend to use every one of them... if that's okay with you?"

Farinella blushed and kissed her again. As she was leaving she said, "Oh, by the way. Someone left something for you. It was under the door when I woke up. Its over on the desk."

After she left, Lindsey looked down at her sleeping sister's hot body. A few of the pink rose petals that Farinella had scattered on the bed were now stuck to Katie's pale brown ass. That's so sexy. She watched as Katie flipped over onto her back, moaning happily with some dream or other. I love that belly button ring. I shouldn't have stopped wearing mine, but Mark hated it. 'You're a mother, Lindsey, not a silly little sorority girl." Damn. Why did I let him sway me like that? I should start wearing it again before the hole closes up. And I should shave my pussy too, just like Katie. I haven't done that since college either, but it looks fucking hot. Fuck... just look at that pussy. So yummy. What a little hottie...

Lindsey had the crazy urge to strip naked and cuddle up tight with Katie. Fuck me... that's the worst idea I've had on this whole crazy trip! That's Katie... my sister... my baby sister... I gotta remember that. I've seen her body a zillion times... so why am I ogling her like this? Okay... I made a little mistake last night... I gave her a rim job, but it was just an accident... a simple case of mistaken identity. Could happen to anyone! It doesn't change the fact that she's my little sister. I'm just horny because I gave Gary a blowjob without getting off myself. Fuck it.

Lindsey slipped her hand into her white shorts and gasped as her fingers slid into her wet pussy. She started masturbating with her eyes glued to Katie's pussy. It only took a few seconds of desperate rubbing to bring herself to the brink of orgasm. Then she stopped. Fuck me! What am I doing? Lindsey closed her eyes and pulled her hand out of her shorts, and turned away. Calm down Lindsey. Just calm the fuck down.

When she opened her eyes, they came to rest on the letter that Farinella had told her about. She walked over and picked it up. Large letters on it read, 'For Mrs. Foster.' Oh shit... what now? She opened the letter. It was handwritten on hotel stationary, and started:

Dear Mrs. Foster.

I couldn't find you last night. So I stayed up all night writing this story for you.

"Fuck!" She flipped to the end of the six sheets. It was signed, 'I love you, Brant West.'

She shouted, "Fuck me!" then crumpled up the paper and threw it as hard as she could against the wall. How the fuck did I let this get so out of hand?

Katie sat up, suddenly awaken by Lindsey's outburst.

"What the fuck, sis? Did I order a wakeup call?"

Lindsey sat on the edge of the bed. "Sorry. I was just pissed off. Brant wrote me a love letter."  Katie yawned and stretched her arms luxuriously over her head, then said, "Where is it? I wanna see."

Lindsey pointed to the crumpled up ball of paper. Katie picked it up, flashing her pussy at Lindsey for a second as she bent over. Lindsey was disturbed by the fact that she looked right at her sister's pussy, and even more disturbed by the fact that Katie seemed to have done it on purpose, lingering in that position far longer than necessary. Damn... she's fucking with me, the little bitch.

Katie flopped happily onto the bed and smoothed the paper out on her thigh. "It's bad luck to crumple up a love letter, sis. Or... at least it oughta be. Now, let's see... what have we got here?"

Katie began to read the story out loud, comically at first, but after a few lines the earnestly written prose got to her. She began to read it as intended. Lindsey walked over to the window and listened, looking down at the band assembling in the parking lot.

The story was called The Lion Tamer's Assistant. It was about boy named Devon in turn-of-the-century Wisconsin who runs away from home to join Cataract's Traveling Circus. Mr. Cataract, a big ogre of a man, hires the boy to assist the Lion Tamer, who happens to be his wife. It seems that her former assistant was torn apart by the lions only a few days earlier. Devon is terrified and is about to turn down the job, but then he meets the Lion Tamer. He's so struck by her beauty that he can't say no.

"Wow... listen to this, sis... 'She was a surprisingly delicate creature, with willowy arms, a short, athletic body, soft brown skin, and silky dark hair which cascaded down her shoulders. How a woman as small and fine as this could tame lions, he could not guess. But then he noticed her eyes. They glittered with intelligence and determination. They were dark brown and unblinking, like the eyes of a beautiful doll. The expression she wore as she talked to Devon was placid, wise, and amused. Her smile was so shimmering and lovable, Devon knew that no lion would dare harm her.' Wow, he's got you to a tee, sis. Doll-like eyes... never thought of it that way but... yeah... corny but true. This kid is fucking head over heels for you."

"Tell me something I don't already know."

Lindsey took out a pair of cigarettes and lit them, handing one to Katie with a glass to tap her ashes into, as she listened to Katie telling more of the story.

The Lion Tamer teaches Devon how to feed the lions, but warns him that he must keep his distance, lest he become a meal himself. Over the course of a few days, Devon and the Lion Tamer form a sudden and intense friendship. He finds her wise and beautiful... she finds him sweet and handsome. It's clear that in spite of the nine-year difference in their ages, they're made for each other. Devon respects her marriage so he doesn't act on his impulses to kiss her. But one day he discovers that Mr. Cataract regularly beats her. Devon is stunned and saddened. The Lion Tamer can handle dangerous jungle cats, but she's unable to tame her own brute of a husband.

Late one night, Devon and the Lion Tamer are having a wonderful conversation on the circus train. They're sitting next to each other in a car full of sleeping circus people, including Mr. Cataract, who is snoring just a few feet away. The Lion Tamer whispers into the boy's ears about how lions reproduce in the wild, describing the feline sex act so vividly and seductively that he gets an erection. When she notices it, she starts touching him... then she unbuttons his pants and much to his delight, leans down and takes his cock into her beautiful mouth. He can't believe this sudden, miraculous turn of events.

Lindsey was shocked... and more than a little turned on by the vivid language Brant used to describe the sex act. And the fact that her sister was reading those filthy, erotic words aloud was making her pussy positively weep with lust.

"'Devon couldn't believe that his cock was inside the Lion Tamer's mouth. That beautiful mouth that had told him so many wondrous secrets. That mouth that he had been yearning to kiss was now wrapped around his throbbing manhood, sucking his flesh with such power that he was reminded of her behavior around the beasts: she tamed them, as she tamed his cock, with fierce determination and consummate skill. She began to slide her mouth up and down, fondling his balls with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other. He felt an explosion of joy deep inside his body. His joy broke loose, shot through his balls, then up his rock-hard cock, and exploded into the Lion Tamer's mouth. She moaned as he came, swallowing his seed eagerly, as if she were a starving woman, feasting on the manna of life.'

"'Once the last spasm of his loins had passed, the Lion Tamer looked up at Devon, a drop of pearly white oozing from her lips. The moonlight played across her face, and he saw in her expression a volatile mixture of love and desperation. She held his cock tightly in her hand, stroking it insistently. He did not soften, but remained as long and straight as a tent peg. Her brown eyes flashed like topaz gems and she smiled her beautiful, wise smile. Then she suddenly straddled Devon's lap, putting one foot on the seat next to him and pulling her panties aside. He gasped as she lowered her wet, fiery pussy onto his shaft, sliding down in one incredible thrust, until he was buried balls deep in the woman of his dreams.'

"Shit... Lindsey. I didn't know this story was going to be so fucking pornographic. It's making me fucking wet! Would it be rude to masturbate in front of you?"

Damn... she's just fucking with me...but fuck... I'm so sick... I want her to! But I can't! "Please don't."

"Hee, hee, hee... I'm just jerking your chain, sis. Wait a second... is this what happened between you and Brant?"

Lindsey nodded. "More or less. We did it in the back of the bus... over the course of two nights, not one, but... yeah... basically the same." The story took her right back to that wonderful moment when she skewered herself on Brant's nine inch monster. Damn... the feel of his cock stretching my pussy wide.

"'Devon saw The Lion Tamer biting her lip to stifle her cries of pleasure as she rode slowly up and down on his colossal cock. She was so tight... but they fit together perfectly. Her juices were pouring down onto his lap like a river, soaking his hairy balls. His joy was so transcendent that if the train had, at that very moment, fallen off the tracks into a gorge, he would have died a happy boy. Devon put his hands on the Lion Tamer's velvety thighs, and helped to lift her up and down, slowly, quietly. He felt every inch of himself as he penetrated every inch of herself. The sounds of snoring could be heard all around, her husband's particularly loud, but the fear of discovery only enhanced the pure, forbidden erotic joy of their lovemaking. She was a married woman, his mentor, his teacher, but he was fucking her and she was fucking him. It was the answer to both their dreams. The Lion Tamer slowly increased the tempo on Devon's cock, and he began to thrust himself upward, meeting her on each down-stroke, stimulating her sensitive clitoris until she leaned forward and sunk her teeth deep into his muscular shoulders to stifle her screams with his flesh. He felt tears pouring out of her eyes onto his shoulder, and love pouring out of her heart into his. His own love built up like a raging river inside his loins until is burst through the dam, and he shot his hot, white love into the Lion Tamer's untamed vagina.' Shit, Lindsey... what kind of writing lessons have you been giving this boy anyway?"

Lindsey noticed Katie shifting uncomfortably, clearly itching to touch her pussy. "Keep reading, wise-ass."

Katie stifled her urge to masturbate, and continued her narrative. By the next morning, the Lion Tamer regrets her dalliance and refuses to sleep with Devon again, in spite of the obvious fact that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. She is determined to be a good wife, but a few months later her belly begins to grow. She's pregnant... with Devon's child!

"Oh shit... Lindsey... that isn't true is it?"

"I'm on the pill, stupid."

"Oh... right... he just scared me there for a minute. Interesting plot development, though, huh? Certainly says a lot about his..."

"Stop analyzing, Doctor Jimenez, and just keep reading. I want to get this over with."

Mr. Cataract discovers the Lion Tamer's pregnancy. Since he's impotent, he knows the child isn't his, so he attacks his wife in a jealous rage. Devon tries to protect her, but Mr. Cataract is a muscular brute and beats him to the ground. Broken and bleeding, and not knowing any other way to protect the woman he loves, Devon crawls to the lion cages and opens them up, knowing full well that the lions might kill him. But the lions run past him and rip Mr. Cataract to shreds.

"Okay, sis... last paragraph. 'As Devon lost consciousness, he saw the Lion Tamer leading her lions back to their cages, their fur dripping with Mr. Cataract's blood and gore. When Devon awoke, he was in the back of a small wagon. Above him, the great blue sky was slowly trundling by. He sat up, aching all over, looking down at the bandages that had been lovingly wrapped around his wounds. He turned to see the Lion Tamer in the driver's seat, gently urging a pair of horses. She was not using a whip. She had given up whips for good. They were rolling down an endless dirt road, which led off to infinity. She turned to him and smiled. She said not a word, for what words needed saying? They were running away from the circus, to tame the world together.' Aww... how sweet." Katie tried to sound sarcastic, but her voice choked up a bit.

Lindsey was teary-eyed and wet with lust. She even heard Katie, who was not as sentimental as her, sniffing as she folded the story up and put it back in its envelope. The story was corny as shit and somewhat clunky in spots, but considering that Brant had written it over the course of a single night, it was pretty damn good, not to mention sexy as hell. And Brant's love was pouring out of every word... love for her... for his beloved English teacher... his 'Lion Tamer'. And she wanted it. She needed it. She'd been in love with Brant since the day she fucked him on the bus. He's so handsome, funny and sweet... and that cock... that huge cock of his. Oh fuck, what a bazooka!

Katie saw the expression on Lindsey's face. "Ohhhh, shit. No, Lindsey. No. He's eighteen... he's your student."

Lindsey started crying. "I love him, Katie. I love him."

Katie walked over and put an arm around Lindsey's shoulder. "Of course you love him. You love everyone. But he's not yours to love. You're Mark's wife... and Diana's mommy."

"I know... I know! I'm not an idiot! No... I take that back. I am an idiot! What the fuck am I doing pining over some dewy-eyed kid?" She angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. "And what the fuck is up with you? Showing up here unannounced? I mean... fuck, Katie! Fuck!"

Katie laughed. Lindsey flashed an angry look at her. "Come on, sis. You gotta admit. It was pretty funny." She could still feel Lindsey's tongue expertly trimming her anus.

"No! Don't say a word! We're never going to talk about it! Never! It never happened!"

"Oh, it happened alright. But... if you don't want to talk about it, fine by me. I didn't fly all the way from Jacksonville to fuck you up. I came to help."

Lindsey laughed, her anger melting away. "You came to help yourself to my girlfriend!"

"Hey, what was I supposed to do? You saw that negligee she was wearing! Oh shit... those fucking tits of hers. Damn. You sure know how to pick-em, Lindsey. But watch out. I'm totally gonna steal her from you."

"The fuck you will!"

Lindsey pushed Katie over, tripping her so that she fell onto her back on the floor. She'd roughhoused with Katie like this ever since they were kids... but this time was different. Katie was nude, and as she fell, Lindsey's eyes went straight to her sister's cleanly shaven pussy. She had only a moment to stare, because Katie was back on her feet in a shot, and jumped right on top of Lindsey, laughing as she wrestled her around and around, until they both fell into the bed, sending the rose petals flying. Lindsey was instantly, intensely aware that Katie's bare breasts were flopping across her face during the struggle, and that wherever she tried to grab Katie, her hands felt nothing but silky smooth skin. Oh, shit she feels soft! Katie pinned her to the bed, and for a moment she was looking up at Katie's wonderful dangling breasts as they struggled... and feeling Katie's warm, wet pussy pressing into her bare midriff. She could suddenly smell Katie's sex! A thrill went down her spine, circled around her asshole, and shot into her pussy.

A surge of lust swept through Lindsey like a tornado. Using all her might, she flipped Katie over, and just like that, she had Katie pinned to the bed. She had a firm grip on Katie's hands and was straddling her belly, as Katie struggled to wriggle free. The sensation of Katie's belly twisting around under her crotch stimulated her pussy in the most incredible way.

Then Katie stopped struggling. They looked at each other, breathing hard... with excitement... with need burning in their eyes. Lindsey felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her baby sister... really kiss her just like they'd done for a few minutes the night before. And she saw that Katie wanted her to do it. Her lips were parted... wet... ready for it... yearning for it.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 09



Lindsey's phone started ringing. It was Farinella's ringtone.

Lindsey came to her senses. What the fucking fuck am I doing? She's my sister! This can't happen. She forced herself to say, "Truce."

"Truce," replied Katie with a disappointed tone.

Lindsey got off Katie and picked up the phone, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Hello, Farinella. How..."

"Oh, my lord, Mrs. Foster, it's a total disaster! A total disaster..." then she yelled at someone, "No, Stan! Wrong foot! Wrong foot! Don't you know your right foot from your left? Wake up! You look half asleep! Dannazione! Mr. Dodder, what are you doing over there? Get them in line! Porco mondo!!"

Lindsey could feel the undiluted power of the Band Director's Italian fury through the phone. "Farinella... Farinella, calm down. They're just kids."

Farinella sighed. "I know... I know... but they're completely falling apart... and seven kids are missing! Seven kids!! Where are they? You need to find them! All the chaperones have their hands full! I have copies of all the student's keycards on the dresser, in my notebook. Do you see them?"

"Just a sec... okay... got 'em. Who's missing?"

"Brant West... his roommates said he's probably still be asleep in his room. Go wake him up... he's in room 6055... and send him down on the double!"

Damn... Brant stayed up all night writing the story... no wonder he's still asleep. Lindsey went to the pile of room cards and found his. "Okay, got his key... who else?"

"Denny Shannon and Bitty Winter."

Lindsey smiled. Denny, you dog! Good for you! She giggled. "Ah, young love."

"Maledizione, Mrs. Foster! This is no time to be cavalier! Those children are under our care! They were both missing from their rooms this morning! Who knows what mischief they may be up to! But go check their rooms anyway. 6058 and 6011. They might be there. I have Mrs. Panatier searching the lobby."

"Okay... no problem. Who else is missing?"

"All the girls in room 6015. They must have overslept. Just go wake them up and send them down, rapidamente!"

"Okay, I'll do my..." but the phone hung up, just as Farinella started yelling at someone else.

Lindsey saw Katie pulling on a shirt. "I was hoping to talk, but I've got to check some rooms first."

"Yeah?"

"Missing kids. Fuck! Come help."

Katie pulled on her jeans. "Ready."

They went out into the hallway. Lindsey handed Katie Bitty Winter's keycard. "Go see if she's in her room. 6011. I'm gonna go check Denny's room."

Denny's room was empty. When she came out into the hall, Katie was jogging toward her. "Nope, nobody home."

"Fuck. Those kids. Damn." She grinned, and started laughing.

Katie looked at her quizzically. "What?"

"I think it's my fault. I sort of hooked those kids up... encouraged them to kiss. They made out on the bus yesterday afternoon for hours. I guess... I guess they slipped out of their rooms early for a little rendezvous. Boy, I'm glad I gave Denny those condoms."

Katie looked at her sister open-mouthed. "You... you gave a student condoms, so he could fuck another student?"

Lindsey blushed. "I guess when you put it that way it sounds pretty bad."

"Yeah. Pretty bad," Katie said with a smile. "Okay, who next?"

Lindsey walked to Brant West's room. She hesitated with the keycard near the scanner.

Katie said, "What is it?"

"This is Brant's room."

She opened the door just as Katie whispered, "No, sis... no, you can't go in there. Let me."

 Lindsey looked into the dark room. Brad was sleeping on his side, facing the door, dressed in his full band uniform, his bass drum sitting on the floor next to him. He must have gotten fully dressed with the boys before falling asleep from exhaustion. He's so cute... so fucking hot. His short tan hair... his chiseled face... his fucking kissable lips. She felt a confusing surge of lust and love. "Damn." Katie's right. If I go in there, I'll end up fucking him for sure, in front of Katie if necessary. I want him so fucking bad...

She reluctantly backed off, whispering, "Tell him that he's late. The band is waiting for him in the parking lot. I'll go check the other room... they all overslept. See you in a minute."

Katie held the door ajar and watched Lindsey trudge up the hallway. She waited until Lindsey stopped in front room 6015. Then Katie stepped into Brant's room. The curtains were closed and the lights were off, making the room as dark as night.

"Uh... excuse me." She knocked on the table next to the door, but Brant didn't stir. She cleared her throat loudly. "Uh... Brant West. You're late, dude. The band's waiting." But he didn't move a muscle. "Fuck." Katie flipped the switch, making every light in the room blaze to life. Brant stirred, but he didn't wake up. He just rolled onto his back and hooked his arm over his eyes to block out the light.

Katie saw that Brant hadn't buttoned the big silver buttons on the front of his tight blue pants. His boxers were protruding from the wide-open fly, revealing a gigantic morning boner. Katie walked up to him, mesmerized. The door closed behind her. Holy shit. It's gotta be nine inches at least! Damn...

Brant moaned and scratched his nut sack. This caused the head of his penis to work its way out of the boxers' fly. "Fuck," hissed Katie, as the fabric settled, revealing Brant's thick, sleek cock to her hungry eyes. She hadn't seen such a perfect cock since college. Holy shit... that's an epic cock right there. Wow. No wonder Lindsey wants to fuck him again. Too bad he's all in love with her and shit. And too bad he's her student. That's one dangerous cock...Fuck... this boy's gonna get Lindsey fired for sure. Love makes guys stupid. He'll end up in front of her house singing love songs, and then Mark will fucking murder him... shit... at the very least he'll divorce Lindsey. Then what will happen to Diana? That caveman will take her away is what. Fuck... this boy is one dangerous motherfucker. He's gonna ruin Lindsey's life... ruin Diana's life too. Fuck. What we need here is to make this guy fall in love with someone else.

A light went off in Katie's mind, and a broad, wicked grin spread out on her face. But before she could make a move, she needed permission. She took out her iPhone and sent a text to her girlfriend Amanda back in Jacksonville.

"Hey hun. U there?"

She only had to wait a few seconds before a reply popped up, "Morning, baby. How's your sister?"

"Fine. Tell you later. Hooked up last night with a hot Italian woman. ;)"

"Mmmm. Tasty?"

"Bennisimo!"

"Details!"

"No time for details. Opportunity is knocking." Before pushing send, she took a photo of Brant's naked cock and attached it to the message.

A minute later there was a reply, "Yummy. Wish I was there. Go for it."

She knew that would be the answer. They had a totally open relationship, but it didn't hurt to ask. She would have called Amanda the previous night if it hadn't been so late. "Luv u," she typed.

A minute later she received a reply. "Don't forget your real home." The message had a photograph of Amanda's glistening, open pussy attached to it.

Katie grinned, then typed. "Mmmm. Later. Gotta go, things to do, cocks to suck." She added a string of hearts to close out the message.

That having been taken care of, she considered her opening move. She could wake Brant up and talk to him about how Lindsey was too old for him. Then she could suggest that he cast his attentions elsewhere. Toward someone a bit younger and a bit less married. And a bit less his teacher. But she realized that would involve a lot of talking, but time was of the essence. If she took too long, Lindsey might come looking. That left only one other option.

She flipped off the main light switch again, plunging the room into near darkness. Then she turned on the lamp next to the bed, but dialed it down so it was only glowing slightly. He sighed in his sleep, and took his arm from his face, and she saw how handsome he was: neatly cropped, sandy hair, chiseled features, and a strong nose. Goddamn... his face is just as handsome as his cock.

Katie stripped naked, then stepped up onto the bed. She didn't waste time with preliminaries. She straddled Brant backward and squatted, lowering her pussy lips to the huge head of his throbbing torpedo. She was wet, but even so, as she lowered herself the first three inches, she felt her vagina stretching wide around his incredible girth. She gasped, willing her vaginal muscles to relax enough to take him in. Then she put her hands on her knees and slowly squatted, filling her pussy inch by glorious inch, until her entire abdomen felt as if it were utterly crammed full of cock. Finally she felt the head of Brant's monster pressing into her womb, making her utter a plaintive moan. "Holy fucking Christ..."

Brant had been having an anxious dream in which a pack of female lions were slowly circling him, looking at him and licking their lips with drooling hunger. Then suddenly, one of them pounced on him. He fell to his back, a fierce lioness above him, holding him down, her fiery orange eyes devouring him. Terror leapt in his heart... then he felt something strange... horrific... wonderful... His cock was sliding slowly into her warm, tight pussy. He looked up and she wasn't a lioness anymore. It was Mrs. Foster, wearing a pith helmet and a safari jacket, her long, dark hair swirling around, forming a halo around her wonderful, wise face, as she straddled his hard cock. She started to ride herself up and down on him, plunging powerfully on each down-stroke until he felt himself banging into her depths.

He was vaguely aware that he was dreaming... but it felt so real! He'd never had such a vivid, physically lucid sex dream before! He could feel her wetness dripping down his cock onto his balls. He could feel the bed bouncing under his back as she rode him with increasing power and speed.

Brant opened his eyes. In the dim illumination of his reading light, he saw that someone was straddling him backward. He mumbled groggily, "Who? Who is it?"

She moaned in a low voice, "The Lion Tamer."

Suddenly he knew. Oh fuck! It's Mrs. Foster! She's fucking me! Oh holy shit! It took several seconds to wake up enough to truly believe that it was really happening. It's not a dream! She's really here! And her body was more perfect, more beautiful than he'd ever imagined. She had a perfect ass... so round and wonderful, he just had to touch it. It was even softer than it looked. He felt a surge of love filling every fiber of his being. "I love you, Mrs. Foster! I love you! I lo..."

"Shhhhhh."

Mrs. Foster bent forward, resting her hands on his shins and started to ride his full length up and down. He stared in mesmerized wonder at the sight of his huge cock disappearing into her sparkling wet pussy. She's so tight! I don't remember her being this tight... damn, it feels like she's gonna crush me!

•

Meanwhile...

Just before opening the door, Lindsey heard the thumping sound of pop music coming through the girl's door. She also smelled the spicy scent of pot. Oh fuck... what are these silly girls up to? She opened the door and was shocked at the sight of a thin naked girl with long blue hair standing with her back to the door, one foot up on the bed, and her hands manipulating her pussy. What the fuck?

Lindsey stepped quickly into the room and shut the door behind her. It took a moment to recognize the girl as Ayako Sakaya, the foreign exchange student from Japan. Lindsey walked around her and saw that Ayako was looking down at another naked girl who was sleeping on her back in the bed. Oh fuck... that's Dana Lee! Lindsey's heart raced at the sight of Dana Lee's long, bony-thin body, which was tanned a deep coppery color from head to toe. Dana Lee's belly was wet, as was the bed around her. What the fuck is going on in here?

Lindsey watched in fascination as Ayako fingered her pussy, the pubes of which were dyed bright blue to match her hair. The girl moaned and quaked, then inserted her entire hand into her pussy for a few intense seconds, the pulled it out and spurted a wide, wet spray of cum all over Dana Lee's sleeping body. It was utterly surreal and incredibly filthy! Lindsey felt as if she'd just stumbled into somebody else's wet dream. Sure, Lindsey had seen and done a lot of crazy things in her life, but this was truly shocking. A girl squirting on a sleeping girl? That's the kind of thing drunk frat boys do! Not cute, friendly little schoolgirls from Japan. I have to stop this! "Ayako!"

Ayako turned, her face lighting up with happy recognition. "Sensei Foster!" She jumped gleefully toward Lindsey, high as a kite, and gave her a huge hug. Lindsey smelled the heady aroma of pussy and felt the wetness of Ayako's hands on the back of her neck. She tried not to get turned on, but it was simply impossible. Ayako was utterly adorable.

"Let me look at your eyes Ayako." Sure enough, the giggling girl's pupils were totally dilated. Ayako was babbling something to her in Japanese, apparently having forgotten to use her English. Ayako was one of Lindsey's favorite students. In addition to having her in English 1, she also tutored her twice a week after school. At the beginning of the school year, Ayako hadn't been able to say a word in English except the random phrases that occasionally popped up in her favorite J-pop songs. But now she could carry on conversations easily, though she didn't know how to use proper grammar yet. Ayako was joy to teach, dedicated and energetic... just a wonderful girl.

And now she was licking Lindsey's cheek and humping her leg as she stood there in stunned disbelief. She could feel Ayako's wet, fuzzy pussy rubbing up and down her bare kneecap. "Ayako, what are you doing?"

Ayako moaned in Japanese, "I'm so horny, sensei Foster-san. Teach me what it's like for a woman to lick my pussy. Make love to me, sensei! Lick my pussy! Lick my pussy, and I'll squirt all over your face!"

Lindsey pushed Ayako back, but the girl kept coming toward her. She felt Ayako's full breasts pressing into her hands for several seconds. Her pussy groaned with lust, but she said, "Ayako, Ayako! Calm down. Take a deep breath. This isn't what you want. You're just high. So try to calm down." She pushed Ayako until the girl sat down on the bed next to Dana Lee, looking up dreamily, her eyes as big and wet as a Manga girl's.

The smell of pot was thick in the room, but that didn't explain anything. Pot didn't turn sweet, innocent girls into nymphomaniacs. "What did you take, Ayako?"

Ayako giggled, then answered, but only in Japanese, so Lindsey was just as clueless as before. Then Ayako plopped sensuously onto her back next to Dana Lee, opened her legs wide, and began to masturbate. Lindsey watched with frustrated fascination as the pale girl's delicate fingers slipped into her sopping wet, brown-lipped pussy. I shouldn't be looking... she's my student... but fuck... what a pretty kitty. Ayako inserted her two middle fingers and jerked herself hard for several seconds, then pulled her hand out suddenly and slapped her clit as a broad spritz of cum shot out, spattering Lindsey's naked legs. Lindsey moaned with helpless desire and dropped to her knees, fully intending to bury her face in Ayako's hot, wet cunt.

Then Lindsey heard girls giggling in the bathroom and popped back to her senses. What are you doing Lindsey? Ayako's fucked up... stoned off her ass! If you do this, she'll freak out when she sobers up... fuck... do I really want to instigate an international incident? You're in deep enough shit as it is!

She went to the bathroom door and opened it, seeing another surreal sight. Alyson Ferrie, the gorgeous red-headed baton twirler, was lying on her back on the long counter while a chubby girl with short blue hair was drawing all over her naked body with a big, black, permanent marker! Alyson's face and breasts were already covered, and the girl was now working on her belly, drawing with incredible intensity all around Alyson's fire-haired pussy.

Lindsey shrieked, "What the fuck are you doing?"

The blue haired girl turned. Her face lit up as she said, "Mrs. Foster!" She snickered, then said, "Just have a seat and wait your turn!" Then she laughed and returned to her drawing.

Lindsey recognized the girl as Brandi Osterhott, one of her most amusing students from Creative Writing. Brandi had terrible grammar, but her imagination was totally off-the-hook. Reading her work was always a joy, because it was bursting with pure creativity, and she often embellished her stories with elaborate little drawings. She always gave Brandi B's for pure awesomeness, and would have given her A's if she could spell worth a shit. Lindsey was stunned by the elaborate tattoo on Brandi's arms and chest. A complicated Celtic knot enmeshed the girl's large, pale breasts. But as elaborate as Brandi's tattoo was, the drawing she was doing on Alyson's body was even more elaborate. She must have been working on it for hours.

"What the fuck are you doing, Brandi? She can't march in the parade like that!!"

Alyson had a dazed, dreamy expression on her face. Her pupils were so dilated, that her emerald irises were almost invisible. She said, "It's cool, Mrs. Foster. She's transforming me."

Brandi laughed like a mad-scientist and said, "Yessss, her transmogrification shall soon be complete, then the world shall see the monster she has truly become! Ha, ha, ha, haaa!"

Lindsey watched in horrified fascination as Brandi finished the last lines, drawing them right onto Alyson's swollen pussy lips. Then Lindsey's eyes roved over Alyson's naked body. The swooping black lines made her look freaky, but she had an incredible figure. Full, firm C-cups, and a soft, sexy belly. Brandi made one last swoop, and then rubbed the marker tip all over Alyson's clit turning it black. Then she stepped back. "Stand, my monster! Stand! LIVE, LIVE, LIIIIIIIIVEEE!!!"

Alyson stood and looked at herself in the mirror with smoldering intensity. Lindsey was horrified. How the fuck am I gonna explain this to Farinella? She's gonna freak the fuck out! Alyson can't march like this! Oh fuck... her mother... her goddamn law-suit-crazy mother is gonna sue the school for sure!

Alyson said, "Do you see, Mrs. Foster? Do you see? Me. Rising from the ashes. Becoming myself. My true self."

Suddenly Lindsey understood what she was looking at. Brandi had drawn the mythical phoenix on Alyson's belly. It was bursting to life from a gout of fire that was brightly colored by Alyson's red bush of pubic hair. The Phoenix rose from there, spreading its long, feathery wings across her breasts. Its lithe neck and head curved across Alyson's sensuous collarbone. Flames surrounded the creature, spreading out on Alyson's ribcage, arms and back. It also flickered hotly up her face, all the way to her forehead.

Brandi clapped. "Shit, yeah! That looks fuckin' great, Alyson! Uncle X is gonna have a great time inking that."

Alyson turned to Brandi, her eyes still smoldering, "But I want you to do it, Brandi. I want you to ink my tits." As she said this, Alyson pulled Brandi's hands up, pressing them against her breasts. Lindsey moaned at the incredible sight of Brandi's ink-stained fingers digging deep into Alyson's marked-up flesh. Brandi bit her lip with undisguised lust.

Lindsey said, "Girls..." but Brandi and Alyson threw their young bodies together, clumsily meshing their wide-open mouths with gasps and slobbering moans. It was an explosive moment which sent them spinning and careening around the room like two battling weasels. They bounced off the counter, sweeping their makeup and shampoo all over the floor, then banged loudly against the wall, bending the towel bar, and finally crashed into Lindsey. She put her hands out to stop their crazy trajectory. They pushed her back against the door with a bang, but she held on tight, to keep them from tripping over the toilet. She tried to calm them down, saying, "Girls, girls, girls..." but they ignored her and continued kissing each other with sloppy desperation, just inches from her face, sending Lindsey's already crazy libido into overdrive. She couldn't help but marvel at the creamy softness of their naked backs.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 09



Blinded by lust, Lindsey ran her hands up their necks and into their silken hair. She held their beautiful young heads in the palms of her hands and stopped them from wriggling so desperately. Then she pushed them together gently, controlling their kiss, so their tongues could fully meet... so they could really savor the moment, instead of just slobbering all over creation. They responded, with deep, satisfied moans, as their tongues entwined.

 Lindsey leaned forward and kissed Brandi's cheek gently. Then she pulled Alyson's long red hair aside and pressed her lips against Alyson's willowy neck, running her tongue slowly up and around Alyson's jaw-line then into her ear. Alyson almost swooned. If Lindsey and Brandi hadn't both been holding her tight, she would have crashed to the floor. Lindsey swirled Alyson's ear with her tongue, then started to fuck it, as if it were a tiny little cunt. Alyson leaned back with ecstasy, moaning loudly. "Oh, fuuuuuuck..."

Then Lindsey turned, making momentary eye contact with Brandi, just long enough to see the interest there. Then her lips meshed with Brandi's, and she felt her student's tongue stud swirling around the roof of her mouth. Moments later she felt Alyson's tongue penetrating her ear canal, making every hair on the back of her neck stand erect. Meanwhile, she ran her hands down both girl's backs, and across their soft young asses, and began to slip her fingers sensuously between their butt cheeks.

Lindsey heard her own inner voice screaming at her faintly, as if from a great distance. What the fuck are you doing Lindsey? You have to stop doing this! NOW! STOP!!! NOW!

Lindsey broke the kiss, and let go of their behinds. They started kissing again, and groping each other's breasts. She reached up and grabbed a fistful of each girl's hair and yanked back hard, making them yelp in pain.

"Ow! Ow!!!" Alyson stumbled back, and plopped onto her butt on the floor holding her head.

Brandi stepped back, her eyes wide with surprise, feeling as if she'd just been shaken awake. She saw the wild look on Mrs. Foster's face. Wow... she looks totally freaked. "Sorry, Mrs. Foster..." She couldn't think of what else to say. In fact, she wasn't sorry at all. She'd never kissed any girls before tonight, and now she'd kissed three... her best friend Ayako, the hottest girl in school Alyson Ferrie, and now her favorite teacher! This was one of the coolest nights of her life. She smiled and started giggling.

Lindsey grabbed the bathrobes hanging on the back of the door and handed one to Brandi. "I... I guess I should be the one apologizing. I don't know what came over me."

Alyson was crying softly now, like a scolded child. "You pulled my hair!"

Lindsey kneeled and draped the other bathrobe over Alyson's shoulders. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I just couldn't think of a better way to get your attention. Now you girls need to tell me, what kind of drugs have you been taking?"

Alyson looked up at Lindsey with her totally dilated pupils and said, "What do you mean? We haven't been..."

"Stop it, Alyson. The room reeks of pot... but that wouldn't dilate your pupils like this. Have you been snorting coke?"

Alyson looked horrified, "Coke? Fuck no! Fuck the fuck no! Fuck no! Fuck no! Fuck no... no coke! My Mother would kill me! Don't tell... please don't tell on me, Mrs. Foster, please, please, please..."

She continued to babble and weep, so Lindsey stood and looked at Brandi. The blue-haired chubby girl was still naked, having absent-mindedly dropped the robe to the floor. Lindsey looked into Brandi's bright blue eyes. Her pupils were dilated too, but not as badly as Alyson's and Ayako's. "Okay, Brandi. What did you guys take? Pills? What did they look like?"

 "We didn't take anything Mrs. Foster. I swear. We don't do drugs. We're innocent little girls." Brandi snorted and cracked up, unable to keep a straight face.

"Brandi, do you know what time it is?" Brandi looked surprised by the question, as if she'd forgotten entirely about the concept of time. Lindsey looked at her watch and read, "8:48". Then she looked at Brandi again, but the time seemed to mean nothing to the girl. "You're late for practice."

Brandi's eyes lit up. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" She dodged past Lindsey and tried to pull Alyson to her feet, but Alyson kept clumsily falling back on her ass. "We gotta get dressed Alyson! We're late! We're late!"

Alyson was still mumbling, "Please don't tell... please don't tell... please...," having gone into a bit of a trance.

Lindsey grabbed Brandi's shoulders to stop her from trying to yank Alyson to her feet. "You can't go down there like this! Just look at her! Do you think she can spin a baton? Do you think that YOU can spin a flag?"  Brandi thought about it for a minute then grinned, showing the big gap in her front teeth, and laughed. "You're right. We're fucked up! But we only smoked some weed. Honestly. But... I think there was something in it. Something magical! Fuck... I feel so... weird... and horny. Hey, teacher, gimme a kiss."

Suddenly Brandi grabbed Lindsey and pulled her in for a big-breasted hug, and tried to kiss her lips, but Lindsey turned her head, feeling Brandi's slobbery lips on her cheeks. She fought the urge to start making out again. "Focus, Brandi! Focus!"

Brandi stepped back, "Yeah, you're right. No time for fucking around. Gotta get dressed!" She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room. Ayako was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand gently stroking Dana Lee's leg, the other holding a joint to her lips. She was sucking in a deep hit. Brandi was suddenly excited. "Hey, I thought we smoked them all! Gimme a hit, Ayako-san!"  Lindsey yanked the joint from Brandi's hand before she could bring it to her lips. "No, Brandi. You've had enough!"

Brandi folded her arms under her large, tattooed breasts and pouted, as Lindsey sniffed the joint. It smelled normal. She took hit from it, and felt the acidic sting of smoke in her lungs. Almost instantly, she felt a powerful rush as her heart began to race. As she slowly exhaled, she said, "Shiiiit." The rush was similar to snorting coke, but way more intense. There's definitely coke in this... but maybe something else... maybe a lot of something elses. Whatever it is pretty much killed the girl's impulse control, and sent their libidos into overdrive. Man... I better not take another hit. This is some dangerous shit. Besides, I swore coke off after Katie's crazy graduation party.

"Where are the rest of the joints, girls?" Brandi shrugged, but Ayako pointed out Alyson's aspirin bottle. It was empty, but the bottle reeked of weed. "How many were in here?"

Brandi shrugged. "Six maybe. Oh, wait... I almost forgot! We're late for practice, Ayako-san!" Brandi ran to the closet and took out the first Colorguard uniform her hand grabbed. It took a few seconds for what Brandi said to sink into Ayako's head, but she suddenly popped to her feet and ran to the closet and took out another uniform, cursing in Japanese. The uniforms were glittery blue spandex body suits, with skirts, and zippers on the back. Brandi started trying to pull up an outfit that was way too small, jumping up and down to get it to go past her generous behind, making her big tattooed breasts bounce around like crazy. Meanwhile, Ayako pulled on one that was way too big for her tiny body... probably Brandi's. It was baggy and she couldn't get it to stay on her shoulders. And neither of them bothered putting on underwear. It was too comical for words.

Lindsey put the joint back in the aspirin bottle and stuffed it into the pocket of her running shorts, and watched the girls with concern. The girls clearly couldn't be allowed to go downstairs like this. It would ruin the entire practice and send Farinella into a tailspin.

As if on cue, her phone rang. It was Farinella. Lindsey slipped into the hall to answer. The blaring sounds of trumpets could be heard on the other side. "Hello?"

Farinella yelled, to be heard over the din... or perhaps just because she was mad as hell. "Where are those damned kids, Mrs. Foster!?"

Lindsey yelled back, "Just as you thought, Denny and Bitty weren't in their rooms!"

 "Dannazione! Well, I've sent Mr. Dodder looking for them too. I shouldn't have trusted him to guard the hall last night! Coglione! I should have stayed up myself."  "Well, you had your hands full last night." She laughed, hoping to soothe Farinella's fury.

"This is not the time, Mrs. Foster! What about the others?"

"Well, Brant should be down there by now... or on his way. He just overslept a bit, like you thought."  "And the girls?"

Lindsey heard them laughing through the door, so she stepped down the hall a bit so Farinella wouldn't hear them. "Now, don't freak out, but I think they got a bit of food poisoning last night."

"Oh no!"

"Yes, apparently they all ordered some fries from room service and were sick all night. They're feeling much better now but totally exhausted. Didn't sleep a wink."

"Should I call a doctor?"

"Oh, no they're totally fine, just under the weather, and feeling queasy. They're trying to dress now... but maybe... maybe you should let them sleep a while."  "They need to practice, Mrs. Foster!"

"I saw them last night. Believe me, they don't need any practice. They need sleep. Alyson in particular. You don't want her to drop her baton at Band Fest, do you?"

Farinella sighed, "Okay... okay. Put them to bed. I was planning to take the band out for a lunch surprise... but maybe... it's best for them to skip it."

"Yes, that might be for the best." Lindsey felt so relieved. It gave her a little more time to get things under control. "I'll make sure they go to sleep. Then I'll go help look for Denny and Bitty."  Farinella looked at the band, her mind overloaded with battling emotions. Relief, fear, lust, love, anger, disappointment, worry... The band played the last note of the song, and stopped marching. Then all 130-something pairs of eyes looked at her with fearful anticipation, wondering what she was going to yell at them about next. She hated herself when she lost her temper like this. She turned her back to them, and spoke softly into the phone. "You'll come down for lunch, won't you, Mrs. Foster? I mean... assuming we find Denny at Bitty. If we don't find them... oh Lord... it will be a disaster..." Farinella's voice trailed off. Lord... I hope they're okay. I should have called their parents already. I should do it now... what am I waiting for? Every hour I wait makes it worse!

Lindsey's soothing voice entered her ear... as if she were right there, with her arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, Farinella. Everything will be okay. You know young love. They obviously slipped off somewhere this morning to make out. It's not as if they're minors, you know. They're both eighteen, so technically, it's their right to do whatever they want, no matter how stupid it may be. But believe me, they'll turn up by lunch, tails around their legs, and the glow of love in their cheeks. No doubt about it. But just to be sure, as soon as I'm done here, I'll join the search. You just stick with the band. They need you right now."

Farinella felt better. She had the tendency to be pessimistic, a trait that her girlfriend Yvonne did everything possible to exacerbate. But Mrs. Foster was like sunshine on a rainy day. It just felt better to know she was out there, watching her back. "Thank you, Mrs. Foster. I'll see you around noon. Please ask Katie to come too... if she's free. I have something wonderful to show you."

Lindsey whispered, "There's nothing you could show us more wonderful than what you showed us last night."

Farinella felt her cheeks flushing red. A ripple of lust surged through her pussy. She could feel the band waiting for her so she said, "Thank you. See you later, Mrs. F... I mean, Lindsey."

"That's okay... you can call me Mrs. Foster. You can moan it too... 'Oh, Mrs. Foster, that feels so good. Lick my pussy, Mrs. Foster,' or as you said it last night, 'Liccame la figga.' Yeah, I figured out what that one meant. And then I'll sink my tongue deep inside your sweet figga... and make a feast of your nectar and nibble on your clit until you scream."

Farinella shivered with lust and whispered. "Stop it, you little tease! Do you want me to have an orgasm in front of the Big Blue?"

Lindsey laughed. "No. Get back to work. See you around noon."

Everyone in the band could see the sudden transformation of Miss Ostiago's personality after she hung up. She'd been acting like a crazy bitch all morning, as usual. But now she smiled at them and clapped, "You're all doing an amazing job at filling in the holes left by your missing comrades. Alyson and the other girls are just a little ill. But they'll be joining us after lunch, so you girls will just have to pretend they're here. Now, everyone line up for 'Edge of Glory'. I think we'll perform that one at Band Fest tonight." They cheered like crazy. They'd performed it only once, but had to stop after Alyson's mother complained vociferously about doing a Lady Gaga song. But Alyson's mom was back in Jacksonville. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. They eagerly lined up and started playing the rollicking tune.

Farinella scanned the band for Brant, but he was obviously still missing. But she wasn't concerned. After all, Mrs. Foster said he was on his way, so that was taken care of. But she was still a little worried about Alyson's health. Without Alyson, they were just another band. I should get her some medicine... but all the chaperones have their hands full.

She noticed Killian Kirk standing by the refreshment table in his Big Blue Bear mascot costume, sucking water through a straw stuck through the Bear's mouth. She laughed. He wouldn't take that head off for anything, at least not in public. It was a good thing too, because his gawky face was so acne ridden it made you ill just to look at him.

"Killian!" She waved him over. He jogged enthusiastically toward her with that silly Bear walk of his, and came to a stop, towering over her. Killian was a very tall boy, 7' 1" actually, but as skinny as a beanpole. With the Bear's big round head on, he was at least eight inches taller. He stood there, with his big silly hands on his narrow hips, tapping his left foot comically. Always in character.

"Killian, could you do me a favor?"

He looked behind himself, then shrugged broadly.

"I mean, Mr. Bear, would you do me a favor?"

He nodded broadly.

"Some of the girls are sick. Could you run to the hotel store and get them some... I don't know... something for upset stomach? And maybe some nighttime aspirin to help them sleep?"

Killian was happy to help. In fact, he started running off right away, but Miss Ostiago had to call him back to give him some money and tell him which room to take the medicine to. He blushed at his foolishness.

Farinella patted the tall boy on the shoulder and said, "Hurry back." She laughed when she saw him run straight into the hotel. She'd assumed he would take the costume off first, but Killian seemed totally at home in that silly outfit. No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend... or a boyfriend..

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Meanwhile...

While Mrs. Foster was gone, Brandi and Ayako pulled on their mismatched uniforms, but started laughing when they saw how crazy they looked. They started parading around comically for each other. Ayako's uniform was so tight on Brandi that her big, tattooed boobs were squeezing out of the top and Brandi's uniform was falling down so low on Ayako's chest that her left breast popped out as she marched.

In the bathroom, Alyson was still sitting on the cold floor. Her heart was racing. Her arms were shaking. Her mind was spinning crazy with thoughts and emotions... shame, lust, fear, disgust, hope, love, desperation, anger... She stumbled to her feet, and looked at herself in the mirror. All at once her mind went quiet. She was looking through the glass at someone she barely knew... a beautiful, redheaded girl... no, not a girl... a phoenix... on fire, flames turning her old life to ashes, and her true self spreading its wings, rising up... bursting from the ashes, skyward, into a new life, a true life. Mother tried to stop this from happening. But it's happening, Mother. It's happening. I'm on fire. I'm on fire. I'm exploding. I'm changing. I'm becoming me. I'm becoming. I'm becoming, Mother... I'm becoming.

She ran into the room, frantically searching for her purse. When she found it, she dug around in it like crazy, mumbling, "I have to show her! I have to show her!" She took out her iPhone and started taking photos of herself in the bathroom mirror.

Brandi saw what she was doing and said, "Here, let me." Alyson handed her the phone, then posed, her arms wide open, and her face a mask of ravenous lust. Brandi almost took the photo, but stepped forward to brush Alyson's long red hear back off her shoulders, so it wouldn't blocking the wings of the phoenix. "Okay, now... be fierce!"

•

Meanwhile....

Lindsey jogged to her room and grabbed her purse. She dug around in it, hoping she still had that little fabric bag with Valium in it. When she found it, she was relieved. Ever since college she'd tried to make sure she always had a few socked away. Valium was great at leveling out a coke high if it ever got out of control, and for cushioning the crash, though it had been almost a year since the last time she'd needed one. I wonder if I need one. I only took one hit off that tainted joint, but now I feel horny enough to fuck a dead goat. Nah... it feels good, but those girls definitely need some leveling out.

When she came into the hall again she saw Ayako skipping toward the elevator, looking like beautiful hell, dressed in a baggy Colorguard uniform that was dangling off one shoulder, leaving one naked breast on display. Lindsey had to run to catch up with her before she got away. As she led her back to the girl's room, she said, "It's okay, Ayako. Miss Ostiago says you can skip practice. You need to rest."

Ayako was so happy. I love Miss Ostiago! I love Mrs. Foster! I love everyone! She put her arms around Mrs. Foster and kissed her cheek, then started licking it.

Lindsey easily pushed the wobbly girl back and took out a Valium. "Here, Ayako. A little candy for you. Open your mouth." Ayako gleefully opened her mouth and stuck out her long, pink tongue. It took all of Lindsey's limited willpower to resist wrapping her lips around it. Instead she put the pill on the very back, and Ayako swallowed it.

"Arigatou, sensei Foster-san."

"That should calm you down. Now let's see what your roomies are up to."

As she entered the room, pulling Ayako in behind her, she saw Brandi taking a picture of Alyson in the open doorway of the bathroom. "Hey! Don't do that!" She made a grab for the phone, but Alyson snatched it from Brandi, jumped into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her. "Damn it, Alyson! Stop taking pictures! Believe me, you won't want to remember this crazy night!"

There was silence on the other side. She turned to see Brandi and Ayako making out like two crazy bunnies. "Damn it girls! What am I gonna do with you two?"

Brandi looked at her with sensuously hooded eyes as Ayako licked and slurped her ear. "Why don't you eat us out, Mrs. F?" Ayako nodded enthusiastically.

"Stop kidding around! You have Band Fest in five hours! You need to get some sleep. Here... take this." She handed another Valium to Brandi. Brandi swallowed it without question. Only then did Lindsey consider what a bad idea that was to give drugs to a student. For all she knew, these girls were allergic to Valium. Plus, she didn't actually know what chemicals she was dealing with here. Probably coke... but what else? Maybe something that wouldn't mix well with Valium? God... I'm such an idiot!




Field Trip Follies Ch. 09



Ayako pulled Brandi down into the empty bed and they started making out again. Lindsey thought of intervening, but decided it would keep them occupied for a while, until the Valium took effect... if it took effect. She gently rapped on the bathroom door and tried to coax Alyson into letting her in.

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Meanwhile...

Katie was riding the biggest cock she'd had in years. Reggie's is big, but not like this. She stood and turned, lowering herself onto his throbbing bazooka, facing him this time. Luckily her hair was hanging around her face, or he might have realized she wasn't Lindsey. He reached up and for a moment she thought he was going to fondle her tits, but instead, he entwined her fingers with his, helping to support her as she rode him. For some reason the sweetness of that choice touched her a bit. Boy... he really is in love with Lindsey, isn't he? In the near darkness, she could see the expression of awe on his handsome face. Tears were glittering in his eyes... it was so hot! She hadn't made a guy cry in ages. But then she thought, Fuck... I'm not making him cry. Lindsey is!

From this direction, his cock helmet was rubbing back and forth over her G-spot, so she began to feel an orgasm coming on. Her abdomen started quaking, and she began to pound herself on him harder and harder, gasping from the sheer crazy stretch he was subjecting her to. She could feel his monster cock swelling and hardening, and his fingers gripped hers tighter and tighter until her hands were aching. But she squeezed them right back and rode him like a bucking bronco, knowing that in only moments he was going to erupt inside her.

She moaned lightly, trying to imitate Lindsey's softer voice, "Yeah... yeah... yeah... cum for me. Cum for me, Brant. Fill the Lion Tamer's pussy. Fill me up... oh yeah... like that!" She felt a surge of semen rushing up his cock.

 Brant grunted, "Oh my god! Mrs. Foster! I love you! I love you!.." as he shot load after load into his beautiful teacher's tight little pussy. She let go of his hands and dropped to her knees, too weak to support herself anymore. Instantly his hands went to her tits and her rock-hard nipples fell into the gap between his fingers. Her pussy was rippling around his cock, as she went through a whimpering, moaning orgasm. He noticed, with surprise, that she had a little silver hoop in her bellybutton. He was certain he'd seen her bellybutton before in the classroom. She sometimes wore short shirts that rode up as she wrote on the blackboard. But he'd never seen a bellybutton ring before. I wonder when she got that?

Mrs. Foster leaned back and started rubbing her clit like crazy. He marveled at the sight of her delicate little fingers swirling around that amazing little lump of flesh. He vaguely noticed that her fingernails were painted red. Is that the color they were yesterday? I thought they were clear... damn, why am I worrying about her nail color? I'm fucking Mrs. Foster! This is awesome! Suddenly her belly began to quiver, and a sharp, wet spurt of liquid erupted out of her pussy, spreading out over his cock and darkening the tails of his bright blue jacket. Oh shit... she's cumming on me! That's so fucking hot!

Katie moaned and shook, as she felt his cock getting softer and softer inside her cunt. Suddenly she wanted to feel his tongue, so she surged upward in one swift move, and straddled his face, smothering him with her pussy.

Brant could hardly believe it. My mouth is on Mrs. Foster's pussy! Oh shit, she tastes good! She was absolutely dripping wet and started humping his face like crazy, rubbing her hard little clit up and down the tip of his nose. He'd only ever gone down on his girlfriend two or three times, but she wasn't nearly as wet and tasty as Mrs. Foster. In fact, she smelled sort of fishy. But not Mrs. Foster! She smelled like a savory dish from a gourmet restaurant. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue between her pussy lips, sliding it deep inside, as far as it would go. Her musky juices trickled into his mouth... then something thick and salty. Oh shit... my cum... I'm eating my own cum! He thought that would have grossed him out, but he was in heaven. He grabbed her beautiful little brown ass with his hands and started licking her pussy from bottom to top, lapping up his gooey seed and slurping it down. She was whimpering happily, and her legs were quaking like crazy, so he kept it up, smearing both of their juices all over his face, enjoying the sensation of her vagina expanding and contracting around his tongue.

Katie loved the feel of Brant's slight stubble against her tender pussy. He was giving her an amazing orgasm, even though she could tell he really didn't know what he was doing. That was okay, she was rubbing her clit against his strong nose just right, and waves of pure pleasure were radiating through her body, making her thighs quiver uncontrollably. "Oh shit! Brant! Yeah! So fucking good! So fucking good!"

It suddenly occurred to Brant that Mrs. Foster's pussy was cleanly shaven... but the last time he'd touched her there she'd had a fuzzy patch of brown fur. He grinned. She shaved herself for me! Oh shit. She loves me. She really loves me. He began to fuck her pussy with his tongue, trying to imitate a cock. She moaned happily. Then he brought his hand around and stuck a finger into her velvety canal, marveling at the incredible softness and warmth inside her cunt. He began to fuck her with his finger, as he felt her opening wide then added a second finger r. She gasped joyfully, and a spurt of juice shot out of her pussy right into his mouth. He swallowed it without a second's thought. Oh shit! I'm drinking her cum! I'm drinking Mrs. Foster's cum!

His cock was rock hard again, so he scooted out from under her, turned around, shot to his knees, grabbed her silky smooth hips and pulled her ass toward him. He positioned the head of his cock over the fleshy slot between her legs and thrust himself deep inside her, sinking balls deep. She let out a moan so deep he could feel it rumbling around his shaft. With her skewered like that, he desperately unbuttoned his coat, popping a button or two in the process, and tossed it to the floor. Then he ripped off his undershirt, and started screwing her doggy style.

He wanted to see her better, so he leaned over and turned up the light next to the bed. Yeah, that's better. Her ass was perfect. Not a blemish. And the same beautiful pale brown as her face. "Oh, Mrs. Foster. You're so beautiful."

Katie didn't hear him. She felt so good that for a few moments she completely lost her sense of self. She was nothing but a quivering, cumming receptacle for a massive rod of flesh that was skewering her with god-like power. She began to slip from orgasm to orgasm as she whimpered and moaned and shook. She could hardly believe this boy was a virgin only two days ago.

Brant loved the sight of his thick, pale cock, sliding into Mrs. Foster's perfect vagina, stretching the delicate skin between her pussy and ass until it was paper-thin. His own white cum was oozing out along the margin, forced out by the sheer size of his cock and the crazy tightness of her canal. He could feel every inch of himself sliding in and out of her velvety depths. It felt impossibly good. She started thrusting herself back against him, forcing him to pick up the pace. Soon he was pounding her so hard that his big, fuzzy balls started slapping against her labia. It hurt a little bit, but he didn't care. He was slapping his balls against Mrs. Foster's pussy, and all was right in the world.

He stared down at her, trying to soak up every detail of her adorable little body. The gentle curvature of her spine... the delicate arcs of her ribcage... the deliciously flexing beauty of her shoulder blades... the shimmery softness of her long dark-brown hair... Hmm... that's odd. Normally her hair was totally straight, but now it was slightly wavy. He grinned. She did her hair for me too. Shit. She's my girl now! I just know it.

The pace picked up until the whole bed was shaking like crazy, making the headboard bang against the wall. She shrieked and he felt a flood of warm pussy juice spray against his balls. That triggered something deep inside, and for the second time in ten minutes, he felt an orgasm of his own coming on. He wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist and lifted her up, so her knees left the bed, just as he'd seen guys do in porn. She was as light as a feather and tight as a drum. Now that he was in charge of setting the pace, he slowed it down to postpone his orgasm, sliding his cock powerfully all the way in and all the way out. He moaned, "Oh god, oh god, oh god... I'm gonna cum again, Mrs. Foster! Oh... oh... oh..."

"Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me Brant! Fuck your little schoolteacher! Fuck me harder and I'll give you extra credit!"

Brant couldn't believe she was saying that, it was so hot, although her voice did sound a little weird. "You want it, Mrs. Foster? You want it?"

"Yeah, give it to me harder, big boy! Fuck me! Fuck your teacher! Fuck your teacher! Harder! Harder!"

And so he did. He fucked his teacher hard, and fast, slamming into her so powerfully he was afraid he might give her bruises. His cock felt like it was on fire, but soon squirts of her pussy juice cooled it off.

Katie began to scream and quiver uncontrollably. His hands were so strong, she was utterly in his control... a frail little rag doll being utterly ravished. She felt his thrusts growing more purposeful, and his cock swelling in size, which told her that that he was on the verge of cumming again. Holy shit, that was fast!

"Fill me up, Brant. Fill your teacher up with cum!"

Something about her voice was bothering Brant down deep inside. It just didn't sound right. Like maybe she had a cold or something. It was a little deeper and a little sharper. But he was too busy fucking the daylights out of her to worry about it that much. He felt a pressure building up in his abdomen. He could actually feel his cum letting loose somewhere down deep inside, but felt as if it were slowly moving up his shaft, inch by wonderful inch, instead of blasting forth quickly like the first time. It was an almost miraculous feeling, as if he were having an orgasm in slow motion.

Finally, it burst out of the swollen head of his cock and he roared, feeling the primordial power blasting into this woman... into his woman. With each powerful thrust he spurted another shot into her velvety vagina. He pulled out at the very end, so he could watch the last surge of white cum shoot out of his cock against Mrs. Foster's perfect pussy lips. Then he shoved himself inside her flooded pussy again and fucked her some more, his cock not even softening for a moment this time. He kept at it, until she was screaming and whimpering and shrieking.

Katie's entire body started quaking. She could no longer hold herself up with her arms, but Brant was holding her up entirely by her hips with his big, strong hands. An explosion of pure pleasure rocked Katie to the core. "I'm cumming! Oh shit! So good! So! Fucking! Gooooood!!!"

By this time, Brant's entire body was slick with sweat, but he felt like he could keep thrusting forever. He'd never done any of this before, but it felt so right. So easy. So effortless. Because he was in love. Because she was in love. Because they were made for each other.

After several more minutes of thrusting Mrs. Foster put her hand back and huskily whimpered, "Stop! Please! Too much! Too much!" Brant stopped, and slowly lowered her to the bed. His cum-covered cock popped out of her pussy with a wet smack. Brant looked down at her, his heart overflowing with love. She was gasping and quivering on her belly, her beautiful ass shaking deliciously with orgasmic aftershocks. He leaned forward, and took her butt cheeks in his hands and kissed her right on the crack. That made him think of the time Tanner Wyckes called him an 'ass kisser' for giving Mrs. Foster a birthday present. He smiled. I am an ass kisser. I'm literally kissing my teacher's ass and I love it!

He slowly kissed his way up her sweaty back, running his hands all over her perfect little body, each kiss a testament of the pure love he felt in his heart. She moaned with happiness. What a beautiful sound. He glowed with the knowledge that he'd given her an incredible orgasm. His dad had told him that giving a woman an orgasm was the best thing in the world, and he was so right! Brant kissed up, up, up, to the nape of her neck, and breathed in her wonderful perfume. But... wait... something is wrong. She doesn't smell right... this isn't Mrs. Foster's perfume!

He sat up with a shot and said, "Who are you?"

"I told you," Katie answered, as she turned to him, lifting the hair from her face, "I'm the Lion Tamer."

"Fuck!" Brant shrieked. He jumped backward off the bed before clumsily plopping onto his ass on the other bed. "What the fuck!? What the fuck!? Who the fuck are YOU!!?"

TO BE CONTINUED....

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Field Trip Follies Ch. 10



Notes

This is the TENTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her encouragement and inspiration.

This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter NINE so please read that one first!

Once again, this chapter has no incest, but some freaky FURRY action!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!

By

C.B. SUMMERS

© C.B. Summers 2011

DAY 4 -- 9:20 A.M.

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA

DECEMBER 31 -- NEW YEAR'S EVE

Katie purred and stretched as she rolled onto her back. She put one hand on her pussy and felt it quivering. "Oh, shit, Brant. That was epic."

Brant felt like he was going crazy. Did the Lion Tamer ACTUALLY come out of that silly story I wrote? Oh fuck... am I dreaming? He pinched his arm and felt the pain. No... but she's not Mrs. Foster. I just fucked a total stranger! He stared at her in shock. She resembled Mrs. Foster, but her lips were fuller and juicier, and the expression on her face was wicked and comical, with none of the cheerful, innocence that made Mrs. Foster so incomparably perfect.

Katie laughed. "Okay, I'm not actually the Lion Tamer, nice story, by the way, and I'm not Mrs. Foster either. Well, I guess you pieced that one together. I'm her sister. Katie. Katie Jimenez. And let me tell you something else. I haven't been fucked like that in ages."

The strange girl sat up, swiveled her gorgeous legs around, hopped onto Brant's lap, and started kissing his face gently with her full, moist lips. He didn't kiss back, but neither did he push her away. He was still in shock. She's not Mrs. Foster. Dammit! Not Mrs. Foster at all! Fuck! Wait... did she say she was Mrs. Foster's SISTER!? He vaguely remembered seeing Mrs. Foster driving around Jacksonville with a pretty brunette in the passenger seat. Her sister? But... but why? Why did she... what is she...? His thoughts faded away as he felt her lush lips gently sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Her hot little tongue gently slid back and forth, teasing him, tempting him, working his mouth open millimeter by millimeter. He felt something wet dripping onto the top of his soft cock. My cum... my cum is dripping out of a stranger's pussy.

Katie had absolutely no idea what to say now that the cat was out of the bag. She wasn't as fast on her feet as her big sister. But words weren't her specialty anyway. This was. Seduction. She kissed Brant slowly, sensuously, trying to tease him into kissing her back.

Brant was bitterly disappointed that he hadn't been making love to Mrs. Foster after all. I want Mrs. Foster to kiss me! Not this cheap imitation! She doesn't kiss like her at all! He vividly remembered how Mrs. Foster had passionately invaded his mouth with her sharp, erotic tongue. But Katie's kisses were slower, softer, more sensual and seductive. I should push her away. She's not Mrs. Foster... but goddamn... her lips... so big and soft... so wet... mmm...

He opened his mouth and let her wide, wet tongue enter. He moaned, and soon they were performing a tongue-ballet that passed back and forth between their mouths, to the music of her gentle little whimpers and moans. Oh shit... her voice... such sweet music... He felt shivers running down his spine and blood surging into his cock.

Katie felt Brant's cock standing erect, and nestling into her butt crack. Yeah, baby... that's it. That's what I want! She arched her back and raised her ass slightly. His cock slid right into position, as if it knew exactly where it belonged. Then she lowered herself slowly, and moaned as his sleek, massive shaft stretched the walls of her vagina to the breaking point. Oh shiiit... he feels even fatter than before! How's that possible? As she skewered herself on Brant, he let out a deep, moaning sigh, until the head of his cock was pressing against her cervix.

"Oh...fuck! You're so fucking big. Hold still. Hold still. Let me feel it. Oh shit... oh shit... oh my fucking holy shit..."

Brant could feel Katie's tight pussy vibrating around his cock as she moaned and whimpered and shook. He looked down in fascination as her beautiful breasts jiggled with each gasp. Oh man... I'm giving her an orgasm just by being inside her. If she thinks that feels good, let's see what she thinks of this.

Katie felt Brant's big, strong hands grip her narrow waist. Then he lifted her up as if she were light as a feather. "Oh holy shiiiiiiiiit," she moaned, feeling his veiny shaft pulling out slowly. He stopped with the head of his cock nestled between her pussy lips. She felt so empty without him inside her, she had no choice but to moan in frustration.

Brant stared into Katie's eyes and held her there for a solid minute. She stared right back, biting her lip in growing anticipation. He felt the juices literally dripping out of her pussy. It knew what was coming next, and was making desperate preparations. Katie moaned, desperate with need. Brant whispered, "What do you want?"

She whimpered, "Do it. Please. Fuck me drummer boy."

He waited a moment, then pulled her down hard. She shrieked in pleasure, then he lifted her up and pulled her down again. She screamed as if she were being murdered, her eyes bugging out of her head. She dug her fingernails painfully into his shoulder blades but she didn't tell him to stop, so he kept on killing her this way for minute after minute after minute. His arms were strong and tireless. He had drummer's arms.

Although Brant found Mrs. Foster's sister amazing, he was even more amazed by himself. I was a virgin the day before last... but here I am fucking the second woman of my life! And look at her! Listen to her! I'm doing that! I'm making her scream! I guess I'm pretty good at this!

She began to shout, "Oh holy fucking Christ!!! What... are you... doing to me? Aaaiii!"

Brant suddenly stood up, easily holding Katie aloft with his hands under her smooth, round ass. She held onto his shoulders tightly, unsure what he was going to do next. Then he pistoned his pelvis forward, causing her to slide out to the tip of his cock before gravity pulled her back in, slamming balls deep against his crotch with a loud, wet slap. He instantly pistoned again, repeating the motion with slap after slap of flesh-on-flesh. Katie couldn't believe how deep he was going. Her legs began to quiver uncontrollably and an orgasm built up quickly inside her, finally gushing with a rush of pure pleasure.

Squirt after squirt of cum started blasting out Mrs. Foster's sister, spraying all over Brant's abs, but he didn't stop. He was going strong now, and kept on banging her like a drum, their wet slaps forming a cadence that he felt he could keep up all day, just as if her were marching in a parade. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

She started screaming so loud, it made his ears ring. "Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! YEAH! YEAH! BRANT! YEAH! FUCK ME DRUMMER BOY! YEAH! BRANT! DRUM ME! DRUM ME!! DRUM MEEE!!!!

Drum her he did.

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Meanwhile...

Killian Kirk was wandering the aisles of the store, just minding his own business, trying to read medicine labels through the big eyes-holes of his Big Blue Bear costume. He was on a mission of mercy to find nighttime aspirin and indigestion medicine for group of sick girls. Another, less dedicated mascot might have removed their head so they could read easier, but not Killian. He took his mascoting seriously. He worked summers in the Florida theme parks and knew from experience that kids believed characters like this were real. If they saw the Big Blue Bear pulling his head off... well he didn't want to traumatize anybody!

Dang... I should have changed out of the costume before shopping. Oh well... I'm here now. I'll just get what I came for, make my delivery, and get back to the practice. No problemo.

He heard a group of girls explode into the store chattering away about this or that, but when they went silent, he knew they'd spotted him. Well, it's hard to miss a 7'-8" tall Big Blue Bear in a little hotel gift shop.

One of the girls shouted in a husky voice, "Wow! Look at the bear! He's so cute!"

Another girl said, "Hey, why did they let him in here? I thought it was no shorts, no shoes, no service."

Another girl added. "Yeah, look! His feet are 'bear'. Get it? 'Bear', 'cause he's a bear?"

"Ha, ha, he's wearing 'bearly' any clothes at all!"

The husky-voiced girl said, "Oh, leave him alone. He's looking for medicine... must be 'beary' worried about someone."

"I don't know, Laurie, but he definitely looks 'blue'."

"No he's just looking for a cure for a bad case of 'blue' balls!"

Har, de, har har. The puns only got worse from there. Killian finally found what he was looking for and turned to head for the cash register, but the girls had him cornered. Damn, they were cute: seven adorable high schoolers, around his age, but from a different band. They were dressed in sexy orange-and-black colorguard uniforms with a glittery wildcat leaping across their breasts.

One girl in particular caught Killian's eye. She was named Laurie, and was the tallest one in the group, about a foot shorter than himself, with long brunette hair and an impressive set of knockers. She was obviously the alpha wolf of the pack. She smiled a broad, funny smile at him as she pinched the bear's furry cheeks, saying, in her adorably husky voice, "Aww, what an adorable blue bear! Hey, take my picture, Suzi!"

As Laurie snuggled next to him, he felt as ridiculous as he looked. Before he landed the role, Big Blue Bear had always been round and fat. But Killian was at least a foot and a half too tall for the costume, so they remade it by taking fur out of the belly to lengthen the arms and legs. The body ended up nearly form-fitting on his seven-foot frame. With the big round head on, he looked less like a Big Blue Bear, and more like a Big Blue Q-tip. To cover the loss of bulk, they made an oversized football jersey for the character, which only made him look dorkier because it wasn't really long enough. But worked out in the end because the costume was tight enough to allow him to do the acrobatic moves that had earned him the role. People stopped snickering when he did one of his long power tumbling passes down the field, particularly the one with the double full back flip in the end. That one always brought them to their feet.

All the girls started taking photos of Laurie as she playfully snuggled up next to him. Killian's mind went blank as he felt her big, firm breasts bracketing his arm. She started changing poses against him, rubbing those massive knockers back and forth, flopping them across his arms and back with careless intimacy, resting her hand on his hip, and rubbing her crotch against his fuzzy ass. Since his costume was so tight and threadbare, he could feel everything. Laurie was really starting to get a rise out of him.

One of the other girls, a blonde named Steffie, who had eyes so pale blue they were almost white, said, "Watch out, Laurie, he's not wearing pants. He's totally 'bear' assed!"

The girl named Suzi added, "Yeah, Don't let his blue balls thwack ya!"

Laurie laughed, "I guess this is what they mean when they say 'bear' naked." The girls fell about themselves with hilarity. He'd heard that joke ten thousand times before. Yawn. But then she stood on her tiptoes, leaned in close to his fuzzy blue ear and whispered in her husky voice, "I bet you'd love to see me 'bear' naked, wouldn't you, big fella?"

Damn, her voice was sexy. Even though he knew she was just joking around he felt his cock surging to life. Then Laurie made things worse by whispering "I bet you'd like to rip my clothes off with your claws until I have 'bearly' anything on. And then you could bend me over and ride me 'bear' back. Yeah... I'd like that. It would be so fucking sweet. You look like a teddy, but I bet you're hung like a grizzly!"

That did it. His cock bulged outward, pressing against the fur in his crotch, tenting it forward. He tried to cover it with his big blue paws but Steffie noticed and pointed at it. "Oh, gross! He's popping wood!" The girls started laughing like crazy and letting out ear-splitting shrieks, like only teenage girls can do.

Well, not all of them. The tall girl, Laurie, blushed and made a funny, apologetic face, "Oops. Sorry dude. I didn't mean to... uh... do that to ya. Hey, I owe ya one."

He pushed past the girls desperately, almost certainly rubbing his boner against one or two of them as he stumbled past. He paid for the medicine as quickly as possible, and left the store holding the bag over his boner. The girls wanted to chase him, but he heard Laurie holding them back.

"Let him go girls, we don't want to 'bruin' his day." The girls groaned at the worst pun so far, and Killian was free.

•

Meanwhile...

"Alyson, please let me in. I need to make sure you're okay."

Lindsey looked at her watch. Alyson had been locked in the bathroom for ten minutes, doing who knew what with the photos she'd taken on her cell phone. But at least Ayako and Brandi had finally settled down, thanks to the Valium she'd given them. They were dozing in bed, cuddled in each other's arms.

Lindsey whispered, "Alyson... believe it or not, I understand what you're going through. Okay, I don't know your exact situation at home, but I do know your mother, so I have a good idea what kind of crapola she's been feeding you about homosexuality."

She heard Alyson's voice softly say, "She's just quoting the Bible."

Lindsey sighed. "The Bible is long, Alyson, and chock-full of beautiful stories and parables... and a lot of boring crap too, including endless lists of persnickety ancient laws, some of which are so outmoded that nobody follows them anymore. People like your mother like to cherry-pick the bible to support their prejudices. Well... it's human nature. All I can say is that if it's evil to lick pussy, then I guess I'm evil. But I don't think so."

"It don't matter what you think, or what I think. She thinks lesbians are an abomination. If she found out about me... fuck. I don't want to be this way, Mrs. Foster."

"I know baby, but you are. Let me tell you a little story. When I was a kid, my family spent a week in Boston. One day we took a road trip out to Cape Cod, because my mommy spent a few summers there as a kid and wanted to show it to my sister and me. We drove all the way out to Provincetown, which is a beautiful little village way out at the very end of the peninsula. My daddy came to a stop near the center of town, and right away he noticed several same-sex couples walking around holding hands... in public! In front of god and everybody! He grimaced and made a nasty comment in Spanish. I don't know what he said, but my mother was totally offended and just about tore him a new asshole. A few minutes later he saw a couple of guys kissing on a park bench, and that was it for him. He turned the car around, ignoring my mother's protests, and drove straight back to Boston. Daddy didn't know that Provincetown is a gay Mecca... they comprise almost a fifth of the population, in fact. '

"Well, that night my parents had such a huge fight that Daddy never said anything disparaging about gays in front of me or my sister again, but it was too late. We already knew his opinion, so when we got older and started liking girls... well, we had no choice but to keep it a secret from him. And then we found out our mother is bisexual too, and also our aunt! Poor daddy... he still doesn't know that he's surrounded by pussy-eaters.

"The point I'm trying to make is that I love my Daddy, but I couldn't be who he wanted me to be. I didn't even try. That's just not the way the world works. You have to live your life or you'll whither away."

Lindsey fell silent, thinking about the many ways that she still needed to learn that lesson. She'd married the man who made her pregnant because Daddy told her it was the right thing to do. And she'd lived an artificially monogamous life for years, trying to fit into that mold.

But on the flip side... for the last few days she'd been suddenly reverting to that crazy little cock-whore she'd been in high school and college. It felt great, but at what cost? She'd had sex so far with four high school students, one total stranger, her boss and her sister! As a result she was in serious danger of losing her job, her family, her dignity.... her whole life! Hmmm... maybe this advice isn't so great after all.

She cleared her throat and said, "You're only eighteen, Alyson. There's plenty of time for you to work through this stuff. You don't have to solve all these problems right this second. Just give it time. Give it time."

Alyson finally opened the bathroom door, much to Lindsey's relief. Lindsey was once again stunned by the naked redhead's beauty, in spite of the magic-marker tattoo Brandi had drawn all over her torso.

Alyson was weeping bitterly. "I'm so confused, Mrs. Foster!"

Lindsey held Alyson's chin up and looked into her green eyes. Her pupils were still dilated, but not as bad as before. "You're just having a weird reaction to those joints you smoked. I think they were laced with something..."

"No, Mrs. Foster. Not possible. My friend Amy gave them to me!"

Amy Gleason? Shit, that girl's a major cokehead! But then again, so was I when I was her age. And I doubt she'd play a trick like this. She's a sweet girl. "Well whatever the cause, you're tweaking like crazy. But I have something that can level you out a bit. Are you allergic to any medicines, sweetie?" Alyson shook her head, so Lindsey gave her a Valium.

Then Alyson hugged her tight and wept into her shoulder. Meanwhile, Lindsey reached around Alyson and picked her phone off the counter and looked through the photos Brandi had taken of Alyson's crazy magic-marker tattoo. In the last one, Lindsey could be seen reflected in the mirror, leading Ayako into the room. Shit! One of Ayako's bare breasts was hanging out of the loose uniform. And Dana Lee's naked, sleeping body was visible in the background. Lindsey deleted that picture first. I'd rather not have to explain that one. Damage control, Lindsey, damage control. Then she deleted all but one picture, leaving it for Alyson to remember this crazy night, if she wanted to.

When that was done, Lindsey held Alyson at arm's length and examined the black marker drawing that covered her torso and face. "Now, what are we going to do about this? You can't march this way."

Alyson barely registered the comment. She was looking past Mrs. Foster at the love of her life sleeping naked on the bed. Dana Lee... Dana Lee... She looked into the eyes of her beloved English teacher and started to blubber. "She'll never love me, will she Mrs. Foster? She'll never, never ever, ever love me."

Lindsey hugged Alyson and stroked her long red hair. "Never say never, Alyson." She smiled with the secret knowledge that Dana Lee had been planning to kiss Alyson as soon as they were alone together, but obviously the moment hadn't presented itself yet. Maybe I should tell Alyson. That would cheer her up... but no... I better not spoil Dana Lee's surprise. Besides, this is no time to play matchmaker. I need to clean her up so she can perform this afternoon!

Lindsey didn't want to wake up the girls, so she put a robe on Alyson, then led her down the hall to her room. Just before she got there, she heard the elevator ding, so she hustled Alyson inside.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 10



She just missed seeing a Big Blue Bear stepping out of the elevator, carrying a plastic bag.

•

Meanwhile...

Killian felt like a total dweeb. His cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, and his cock was still throbbing with lust from his run-in with that group of sexy little vixens in the hotel gift-shop. Well, I guess it was pretty funny. You don't see a Big Blue Bear popping wood every day of the week. But why do I always have to be the brunt of these things?

Killian was also kicking himself for not saying anything to the hottest girl of the bunch, Laurie. She was super cute, and when she'd apologized for unintentionally turning him on, he genuinely believed she meant it. But hot girls scared the shit out of him, and besides, the Bear never talked. That was rule #2 in the Code of the Big Blue Bear, which he'd had to memorize when he got the part. Sure, it wasn't exactly a binding contract, but he took it seriously.

He loped up the hallway, looking for the sick girls' room, feeling like a dweeb. When he was younger he had no trouble flirting with girls, but the moment puberty hit, so did acne. After that, girls could barely stand the sight of him, and eventually he just gave up trying. What girl would wanna kiss a pizza-face like me? And it certainly doesn't help matters that everyone thinks I'm gay! But I'm not gay! Okay... I'm thoughtful and sensitive and artistic... and yeah, I sometimes check out the guys in the locker room... and sure, I've been giving Christian Peller blow jobs since summer break... and yeah, I love it when he cums in my mouth... but that doesn't make me gay! I've never done any butt fucking. And I won't let him mess with my wiener. I want my first time to be with a girl. Okay, I guess I'm probably Bi, but I'm definitely not gay! If I were gay, would a bodacious girl whispering in my ear have given me a boner? Man... I'd love to kiss that Laurie girl... and that's not all!

Killian sighed dramatically. Yeah, dream on big guy. You ain't losing your cherry till this dang acne clears up, which at this rate should be around graduate school.

When he arrived at the sick girls' door he didn't knock right away. He waited there with his bag of medicine in hand, visualizing puppy dogs playing in a field of flowers until his boner receded a bit. That always did the trick. Then he started knocking. There was no answer, so he knocked again.

Inside the room, Brandi said, dreamily. "Who's there? Go see, Ayako. It's probably just the maid."

Ayako yawned and got out of bed, swinging her feet to the floor. When she stood up, Brandi's big uniform slipped off her shoulders. She giggled and wiggled until it fell to the floor. She said, in Japanese, "I must be losing weight!"

 Brandi saw Ayako's bare ass and gave it a squeeze. "Damn, you're cute." She wrapped her hands around Ayako's hips and nibbled her soft butt cheek.

Ayako shrieked and giggled, then there was another knock, so she span herself playfully out of Brandi's grip and skipped to the door. She had to stand on her tiptoes to look out the peephole.

Her mind just about did a back flip when she saw who it was. Big Blue Bear-san! I love Big Blue Bear-san! She was his number one fan. She went to all the games just to watch him do his thing. He was amazing, funny, and totally kawaii! I didn't realize he was on this trip too! Oh, he's so friendly and funny... and tall! He towered more than two feet above her, but in spite of his size, he could do back flips and even the splits!

She didn't know who was inside the costume, because she didn't want to know. She liked to pretend that the Big Blue Bear was actually a Big Blue Bear. But in her current drug-addled state, she didn't need to pretend. She simply believed he was real. And he was outside her room! And he wanted in! She shrieked with joy and opened the door.

•

Meanwhile...

Lindsey ran a tub for Alyson, then helped her get in. Alyson was getting more docile by the moment, but from time to time her eyes would fill with tears and she'd start blubbering about how much she loved Dana Lee. Lindsey tried to scrub the marks off Alyson's face with a bar of hotel soap, but it wasn't coming off. Not even a little. She looked through her purse, took out all the cleaning products she had and tried each one. Finally out of desperation, she tried anti-bacterial gel, and lo and behold, the stains started coming out. Luckily she had a pretty big bottle of gel, because this was a pretty big drawing.

Using cotton balls, she worked her way down, starting with Alyson's face and neck. As she worked, she got more and more turned on. Bathing an eighteen-year-old hard-body will do that to you! She cleaned off Alyson's arms next, then took a deep, lustful breath, and started scrubbing Alyson's collarbone, working her way down to the top of Alyson's beautiful C-cups with growing excitement. Alyson's amazing tits bounced and danced with every little movement.

She noticed that Alyson was looking up at her with watery eyes. "Thank you, Mrs. Foster. Thank you. Thank you..."

"No problem, sweetie. Just hold still."

"You're so pretty, Mrs. Foster."  "Thank you, Alyson." Quite a compliment coming from a beauty-queen like her!

"I love your eyes... your lips... your hair... you're so pretty, so pretty, so pretty..."

"Awww, so are you sweetie. Now turn toward me a bit."

She cupped Alyson's left breast in her hand and started scrubbing it with the other. The fleshy heft of it made her heart pound in her chest. It rippled and squished between her fingers as she swirled the cotton ball around and around. So supple... so soft... mmmm... Lindsey could almost hear her pussy whimpering with longing. Oh, shit, she's delicious. I could eat her up... but not now... now's not the time. Oh fuck... when is the time? Never. Never's the time. She's your student, Lindsey! Get a grip, girl! Just finish cleaning her off... just finish cleaning her beautiful breasts... her firm, freckly breasts... mmmm. Damn it! Stop it Lindsey! Stop it! Damn, why am I acting like this? Oh, fuck... the joint. That's right. I'm totally buzzing. What the fuck was in that thing? I feel so good... so yummy.

Lindsey could her Alyson making happy little humming noises, clearly enjoying the attention. Then she arched her back to make it easier for Lindsey to clean the marks off her areolas. It was difficult to get to the marker stains out of the wriggly little wrinkles on Alyson's nipples, so Lindsey resorted to pinching them with her fingertips and scrubbing them delicately with her fingernails to work out the ink. Alyson's lush lips opened and she let out a long, satisfied moan. Lindsey struggled to suppress the urge to bend over and wrap her lips around Alyson's rosy pink nipples. Focus, Lindsey!

Alyson couldn't believe how lucky she was. Mrs. Foster's touching my tits... she's actually touching my tits! Pinching them and rubbing and tweaking and teasing... just like Amy did during summer break. Fuck... Amy. Why did I run out on her like that? Why am I such a pussy-tease? Not because of Dana Lee. Nobody would be happier to see us together than Amy. No. No... pushed her away because of Mother. Mother-fucking Mother! She makes me feel dirty. I'm just a filthy, dirty dyke... that's what she'll call me, when she sees what I sent her... when she sees who I am. Well, fuck her. Fuck her judgmental bullshit. She can take that college money and shove it up her ass! Let her go ahead and break my trust fund! Daddy left me that money, but I don't need it! I need my fucking freedom more than my goddamned soul! If God has a problem with me eating pussy, he shouldn't have made me want it so much! Oh, Jesus, this feels good! I wanna be like Mrs. Foster. She's not ashamed of her desires! She's not ashamed of licking Miss Ostiago's pussy. She's not ashamed of drooling over my tits. Why should I be ashamed of wanting what I want? Well, I'm not! Not anymore!

"Mrs. Foster. I want you to tell you something. I'm a lesbian. I'm a lesbian Mrs. Foster. I'm a carpet-muncher, a dyke, a fucking homo..."

"I know, Alyson, I know. Please hold still. There's a lot more to do."

"Well, here's something you may not know, Mrs. Foster. I want you to eat my pussy. Whatta you think of that?"

Lindsey felt light-headed. "It's just the drugs talking, Alyson."

"No! Not the drugs! I wanna open my legs for you nice and wide... I want you to stick your tongue inside me as far as it will go, and swallow my cum. I want you to make me scream, Mrs. Foster. Please, fuck me, Mrs. Foster. Please. Please. Please..."

Lindsey bit her lip and took a deep, shaky breath. "Maybe later Alyson. Lets just... let's just finish cleaning you first, okay?"

Alyson smiled. "Okay, Mrs. Foster. Later."

Lindsey was now officially in danger of ravishing another student. As a result, she spent more time than absolutely necessary cleaning Alyson's incredible breasts, partly to prolong the activity, but mostly because it was so fucking wonderful. But, eventually both of Alyson's firm young tits were sparkling clean. She could clearly see Alyson's delicate freckles now. Lindsey couldn't justify fondling Alyson's breasts any longer, so she let some of the water out and told Alyson to lay flat so she could clean her belly. As she worked, she could feel the powerful abdominal muscles under Alyson's baby fat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... so soft... damn... I'd like to stick my tongue in that adorable little belly button of hers!

She paused before starting the last phase... cleaning the marks off Alyson's pussy. She had the feeling that if she touched her there, she wouldn't stop until she took Alyson's innocence.

Alyson looked up and said with an adorable pout, "Are you done, Mrs. Foster? You gonna eat my pussy now?"

"No... No, Alyson. Not done yet. Just... just open your legs a bit... oh fuck. Fuck... your pussy is... perfect."  Alyson giggled and fluttered her eyelashes playfully at her beloved English teacher. Then she opened her legs wide, making Mrs. Foster moan desperately. Go ahead, Mrs. Foster. My pussy belongs to you. Take it.

Lindsey watched the lips of Alyson's beautiful pussy spread open, revealing day-glo pink flesh inside. Lindsey stared, and a long drop of drool poured out of her lips. It fell on Alyson's belly, so Lindsey bit her lip to stop from drooling again. It actually hurt to look at such a beautiful pussy. It was not only perfectly shaped, but Lindsey could see Alyson's intact hymen inside, tempting her with its forbidden transience. Lindsey was surprised. Most girls lost their hymen at a younger age, by using tampons, childhood accidents or clumsy masturbation. But Alyson was an authentic virgin. It made Lindsey quiver with lust. She didn't think she cared about the hymen... but now that she was actually looking at one in the flesh, all she wanted to do was bust it open. Oh fuck... I'd love to slide my fingers in there and pop that little cherry of hers. Oh, god, Lindsey! As bad as you are, you wouldn't do something as wicked as that... would you? Would you?

Lindsey gently started to clean the marks off Alyson's labia, combing her fingers lustfully through Alyson's fire-red bush. After that, she cleaned the marks that crisscrossed Alyson's wiggly pink pussy lips. Alyson moaned happily the whole time. Brandi had covered Alyson's entire clit with black ink, so Lindsey had to work extra hard on it, first with the cotton ball, then with her bare fingers. At some point she simply forgot she was cleaning and started rubbing the hard little nubbin in a swirling motion, making Alyson utter little gasps of joy.

"Mrs. Foster... that feels so good... your fingers... on my clit... oh god... oh god... oh god... Don't stop... don't stop... don't... stop... oh! Oh! Oh!" Alyson began to buck, making the water in the tub slosh about, just like her breasts.

 Then Alyson reached up and grabbed the back of Lindsey's neck and pulled her down. Lindsey didn't fight her. She leaned over the edge of the tub and wrapped her lips around Alyson's nearest nipple and tickled it with her tongue. Alyson moaned with utter delight and pulled Lindsey in tight. Lindsey sucked in a mouthful of boob and began to slurp. She circled the hardening nipple with her tongue, making Alyson quiver and shriek. Then she moved over to other breast, loving the jellyish feel of Alyson's flesh against her cheeks. All the while she swirled Alyson's hard little clit, until Alyson stiffened then shrieked with an incredible orgasm that echoed off the tile walls.

"Mrs. Fosteeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr!"

Lindsey moaned with painful lust at the sound of Alyson's beautiful young voice singing her name in the music of sex. It triggered something deep inside her primordial brain; an urge as old as mankind. She slipped her fingers downward, slowly parting Alyson's pussy lips, until her fingertips touched the margin of Alyson's hymen. She pushed the tip of one finger gently through the little hole, feeling the thin layer of flesh stretching around her digit.

Alyson gasped, grimacing with pain. Lindsey pulled back from her breast and their eyes locked. Then Alyson said breathlessly, "Do it Mrs. Foster. Do it. Take my cherry. Please! Oh, fuck.... I want you to!"

Lindsey could barely think. Alyson's gleaming emerald eyes were shimmering with desperate desire. She wants me to take her cherry. Well... If that's what she wants, who am I to refuse? Lindsey made a triangle of her three longest fingers and readied herself to ram the tips of her sharp fingernails through Alyson's hymen. One quick thrust... that's all it will take... and she won't be a virgin anymore.

"Are you ready, Alyson?"

Alyson's eyes opened wide with intense emotion. She bit her lip and whispered, "Yes."

Lindsey pulled her elbow back with a jerk, intending to thrust forward with all her strength. But.... she froze! She tried again, but again she balked. The third time she almost did it, but she pulled up short again, her fingernails quivering at the edge of Alyson's hymen.

Alyson's eyebrows turned up as if she were in desperate pain. "What's wrong?"

"No. I won't do it. This hymen belongs to someone else."

Tears pooled in Alyson's eyes and poured down her cheeks. Overcome with emotion, she squeaked, "Who?"

Lindsey palmed Alyson's pussy and patted it lovingly. "Not me, Alyson. Not me." She leaned forward and kissed Alyson's forehead and added, "Someone special."

Alyson nodded, trying to control her emotions. "Not Dana Lee, though. Not her. Not her. But somebody, right?"

"Oh, Alyson. Trust me. Somebody is going to take your cherry one of these days."

"But who?"

She kissed Alyson on the forehead, saying, "Just be patient. You'll know her when you see her."  Tears began to flow out of Alyson's eyes. She threw her arms around her beloved teacher, and hugged her so hard, she almost fell into the tub. "I love you Mrs. Foster."

"I love you too, Alyson." Lindsey was shaking inside. I almost did it. I almost did it. Fuck! That was a close call. Man, oh, man... I have got to be the worst teacher ever. Mr. Molarez would not be proud of me right now. Not one little bit.

•

Meanwhile...

Killian simply couldn't believe his eyes. The adorable little Japanese foreign exchange student with blue hair was standing in the open doorway. She's naked. Totally... buck... naked!! He'd never seen a naked girl with his own eyes before. He scanned her up and down through the bear's big eyeholes. Oh, my god, oh, my god... she's actually naked! Just look at her! Oh... what is her name? I forget... I think it starts with an 'A' or a 'K'!

The short blue-haired hottie was grinning up at him from ear to ear. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Bigu Brue Bearu-san!" She started giggling and jumping up and down like a kid, crazy with glee. That made her amazing pale tits, with their dark brown areolas, bounce up and down, and her long blue hair spray about her head like a water sprinkler. Looking down through the big opening in the bear's smiling mouth, Killian was surprised to see that her fuzzy little bush was bright blue, just like her hair. Now that's school spirit! Below the blue tuft, he could see the wriggly brown slit of her pussy. His heart did a back flip. Oh crap... that's the first for-real pussy I've ever seen! And it's beautiful!

The adorable girl kept jabbering away in Japanese. All he could do was stare at her glorious little body and wonder what good deed he'd done in a former life to be rewarded with this miraculous gift. Suddenly, she grabbed his paw and pulled him inside. He dropped the bag of medicine as he stumbled over the threshold, then reached for it and tripped over his own big blue feet. He caught himself with his hands on the edge of the nearest bed.

Once again, he couldn't believe his eyes. Framed perfectly in the center of his big eyeholes was an unknown girl's gorgeous vagina. It was only inches away, so he could see every detail of it in the brightly lit room. She had a beautiful fan of sun-bleached pubic hair, which stood out prominently against her deeply tanned, copper colored skin. The ruddy, fleshy hood over her clit was glistening with moisture, and her pussy lips were slightly open, giving him an incredible view into the vivid, pink depths of her vagina. He turned his head to look down her long, muscular legs. She was clearly an athlete. Then he turned his head to look up her torso, and found the view even more astounding. In fact, it was the second most incredible sight he'd ever seen, coming in a close second to the week he'd spent with his dad hiking, camping and rock-climbing all over Monument Valley.

From this position hovering just inches over her coppery body, she reminded him of a beautiful, desert landscape. Her hipbones were arching prominently out of her abdomen like windblown rock formations, and her tight belly had an amazing six-pack of muscles, which rippled like sand dunes. Her outie belly button, with the little gold ring through it, reminded him of one of those mysterious rocks that crawl around Death Valley as if they're alive. The harsh ceiling light was casting a deep hollow shadow under her ribcage, reminding him of one of those mesas where the Anasazi built their hidden cities. Just beyond, he saw two tall buttes... her nipples... rising out of the low hills of her shallow breasts. Her nipples were majestic... utterly epic. He wanted to hike to them and climb to the top of each one, just to plant his flag. Looming beyond her nipples was a mountain range, comprised of her clavicles, shoulders, neck and chin, forming a sight of such indescribable beauty that he knew he would never forget this moment. Her long, bright blonde hair was pouring over her beautiful coppery shoulders like a flash flood, on the brink of turning this vast red desert into a glittering oasis.

Then he recognized her from the sharp shape of her nose, and her broad, lush lips. Dana Lee Pruitt. Holy shit. It's Dana Lee. Naked... right under me. At 5' 10", she was one of the tallest girls in school, so his mom was always pestering him to ask her out, as if that made any difference. At 7' 1", he still towered over her. Besides, Dana Lee Pruitt hated his guts. She was always making wise-cracks about his acne. "Well, here comes Mount Vesuvius," or "Hey, I didn't order a pizza!" Just looking at her sleeping there made him wince with fear of what she might say if she caught him ogling her this way.

He felt Ayako's hand pulling on his arm, so he stumbled back to his feet. He turned toward her, looking down from a great height at her tiny little body. Then she hugged him so tight that he felt his resurrected boner bending against her ribcage. He hadn't noticed it's return, but now he flushed with embarrassment, hoping she didn't feel it. But she started jumping up and down, babbling happy, high-pitched things, punctuated with only a few words he recognized: "Bigu Brue Bearu-san" was obvious. She also used the word, "kawaii" a lot, which meant "cute", and "segoi", which meant "awesome". Other than that, he was clueless. But he knew she was a big fan of the Big Blue Bear. She always asked him to sign her program after games, and he sometimes saw her walking around school in a t-shirt she'd made herself which read "Big Blue Bear -- Happy Funtime Helper." It was terrible English, but it always made him smile.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 10



And now, with her bouncing all around him, he was thrilled by her infectious happiness. She reminded him of all those enthusiastic little kids who went crazy when he danced around in his costume. But this time... it wasn't a kid. It was a naked girl... a naked woman, actually. Sure, she was tiny and had an adorable baby-face, but he knew that she was at least a year older than him. The fact that a naked woman was rubbing against his boner made his heart race with delight. He wanted to say something to her, but of course, Big Blue Bear doesn't talk, so he began to hop around with her in a circle, moving the way he naturally moved when he was wearing the Bear. He was rewarded with gleeful giggles from his naked little fan.

Why is she acting this way? The room stinks of pot, so I guess she's high. I never hang out with stoners... I didn't know they were like this! But, if pot turns girls into raging lust-beasts, I might have to make some new friends!

Brandi thought she was having a drug-induced hallucination. What the fuck? This is so surreal. Ayako's dancing naked with the Big Blue Bear. What the fuck was in those joints? But... I didn't smoke nearly as much as Alyson and Ayako, so why would I be hallucinating? Wait a second... I'm not seeing things. This is real. This is fucking real! Oh holy shit!! Ayako's really dancing naked with the Big Blue Bear! Oh, this is just too perfect!

Brandi knew how crazy Ayako was for Big Blue, so she always played along whenever Ayako insisted that inside the Bear's bright blue fur there were bear muscles and bear bones and bear internal organs, instead of a seven-foot-tall, acne-ridden, queer acrobat named Killian Kirk. Then Brandi noticed the erection tenting Big Blue's furry blue crotch. Fuck!? Ayako's totally giving Killian a boner! I guess he's not so queer after all!

"Well, well, well... if it isn't the Big Blue Bear!"

Killian turned sharply at the sound of a girl's voice. For one terrifying moment he thought Dana Lee was awake, but no. Brandi Osterhott, the Goth chick with tattoos and blue hair, was looking at him from the other bed! She was wearing one of the glittery blue costumes of the Colorguard, and a big, gap-toothed smile spread out on her face. She started crawling toward him on the bed, making her massive tattooed tits slosh about in the super-tight glittery blue costume. Killian had always admired the size and bounciness of Brandi's breasts, but now they looked bigger than ever. In fact, they were literally oozing out of that outfit. He saw that the back zipper was almost totally open, and when she sat back on her haunches, he was sure he could see the top of her pink areolas, surrounded by a swirling pattern of tattoos. Oh dang... look at that! Her nipples are only nanometers away from falling out!

Ayako squealed in Japanese, "Look, Brandi-San, the Big Blue Bear has come for a visit!"

Brandi didn't understand Japanese, but she got the gist of it. "I see, Ayako-san. I see... Well, hello, Mr. Bear. Or do you prefer Blue? Or... maybe Big?" She snickered. The bear just stared back at her, with that silly, permanent smile turning up the corners of his adorable face. "Hey, Ayako-san... you guys should dance a little closer." Brandi grabbed Ayako's soft ass with her left hand and Big Blue's fuzzy ass with her right, and pushed them together. Killian squeaked inside the Bear's hollow head, making Brandi smile.

Wow! Killian's ass is as hard as a rock! I don't know why I'm surprised. He is a gymnast after all. But Ayako's is soft as a loaf of fresh bread. Yummy.

Killian had no idea what to do. A naked girl was rubbing herself against his cock, while a nearly naked girl was fondling his ass. This is so unreal! But he was glad Brandi had called the Japanese girl by name, because he was determined to remember her name forever. Ayako! What a beautiful name! Ayako, Ayako, Ayako...

Brandi said, "Look, Ayako-san. You've made Big Blue Bear-san extra happy." She put her hand on the back of Ayako's head and tilted it down, directing her attention to the bulge between the Bear's furry blue legs.

Ayako squealed in delight. I've made Big Blue Bear-san happy! She reached out to touch the hard furry bump. Big Blue Bear-san gasped, and gave a little jump. She looked up at him with concern, but he smiled down at her, so she kept rubbing, sliding her hand up and down the underside of his big bear penis.

Oh, shit, she's touching my junk! Killian looked down, and saw the happiness gleaming in Ayako's hazel eyes. Then she said something in Japanese that sounded like a question. Perhaps, "Is this good?" or... "Shall I keep doing this?" Acting on auto-pilot, he gave her the Big Blue Bear's patented double thumbs-up sign, making her squeal in delight. Then she wrapped both hands around his cock and started stroking him from base to tip. Oh my god! She's touching it! An actual girl is jerking me off! This is so awesome!

Brandi took her hand of Ayako's ass to fondle Killian's balls. She thought of making a wise-ass comment about him having 'blue balls', but then her fingers discovered a half-inch gap in the center seam of the costume. Well, well, well, Big Blue needs a little needlework. She put her finger inside the hole and felt Killian's pubic hair tickling her fingertip. She grinned, having a wonderful wicked idea.

"Ayako-san, hop up here and give him a kiss." As Ayako got up on the bed, Brandi slipped to floor, then kneeled behind the Bear.

Killian was disappointed when Ayako let go of his cock but he was happy to see her hopping up onto the bed. Now he could see her adorable face up close. Hazel eyes... pale skin... blue-dyed eyebrows... oh god, she's cute! She hugged him, pressing her firm tits into his chest. He hugged her back, and then she started kissing the Bear's big smiling mouth, peppering it with little pecks. He slowly ran his fuzzy paws down her back, until his hands were cupping her ass.

Right about then, he noticed that Brandi was behind him, and was reaching up between his legs. He hoped she was going to fondle his balls some more, so he opened his legs wider. Then he saw Ayako running her pretty little tongue around the Bear's open, smiling mouth. Holy crap, she's trying to French kiss the Bear! I wish I could kiss her back. Hey... maybe I can. He craned his long neck forward and stuck his tongue out. After feeling around with it for a bit, he felt her tongue touch it. An electrical jolt shot straight to his heart. Then he felt her little lips wrapping around the tip of his tongue and sucking it. He craned forward as far as possible, but his lips only barely brushed against hers once or twice. It was frustrating but utterly awesome. Oh, man... we're Frenching... sort of! This is so cool!

Brandi had her two index fingers in the little hole, pulling them in different directions. She felt the seam beginning to pop, thread by thread. She worked her way forward bit by bit, until she could clearly see Killian's ball-sack dangling out of the open seam, only partially covered by a loose pair of boxers. She felt a dirty thrill at the sight of his downy testicles. She resisted the urge to fondle them, not wanting to give the game away. Oh shit, this is gonna be good!

Brandi returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. "Ayako-san! Come down here! You have to see this!" Ayako plopped down next to her, right in front of the Bear's tented crotch. "You won't believe this, Ayako-san, but Big Blue Bear-san is even more excited than before! Look!" With one sudden move, she reached up into the open seam, then through the loose leg of Killian's boxers, wrapped her fingers around his cock and yanked it down causing it to pop out into the open, in all its pale pink splendor.

Ayako and Killian gasped at the same time.

Killian suddenly realized that Ayako was staring at his naked cock. He wanted to run away, but Brandi had a solid hold on his ass. And then Ayako reached toward him with her pale, delicate little hands and touched his naked cock! She did it gently at first, almost worshipfully, slowly sweeping her fingertips up and down the veiny shaft, exploring every shape of him.

Oh, my god... she's touching it! She's really touching it! A girl is actually touching my cock! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Zeus! Thank you Yoda! Thank you whoever is making this miracle happen!

Ayako felt that a perfect moment in her life was transpiring. She was sitting next to her best friend in the world, touching Big Blue Bear-san's beautiful pink cock! She'd seen a lot of cocks back in Japan, but never one as kawaii as this. It was narrow and long, with pronounced veins running up the sides to the big, angled helmet on the tip. He's longer than Takeshi... though not quite as big around. But so pink and pretty!! Oh... so beautiful! A little drop of cloudy liquid oozed out the little hole on the tip, then dripped down onto the back of Ayako's wrist. She giggled with delight then licked it off her hand. Oh... so yummy!

Then she felt Brandi's hand on the back of her neck, pushing her gently forward. She didn't fight, but simply opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Big Blue Bear-san's warm cock. She enjoyed the feel of its veiny surface sliding atop her tongue all the way into the back of her throat.

Killian felt weak in the knees. It took all his concentration not to fall over from the surprise of seeing his cock sliding between Ayako's perfect lips, and into her warm, wet mouth. Oh my god! My first blowjob! It's happening! It's really happening!! I'm so glad I didn't let Christian suck me! He's not even half as cute as Ayako!

Ayako was glad that Takeshi had introduced her to the art of iramachio. Now she used all she'd learned to bring pleasure to Big Blue Bear-san's long, pink cock. She slurped it slowly, holding the shaft tight, and slobbering copiously to lubricate her hand so she could stroke it with her mouth and hand at the same time. She looked up at his smiling face, never breaking contact with his huge, glassy eyes as she sucked and slurped faster and faster. She felt Brandi-san's hand massaging his balls, and Brandi-san's other hand circling around her back to fondle her left breast.

Killian couldn't help but notice that Brandi was squeezing Ayako's tit. Then she started to kiss Ayako's ear with loving intimacy. Good, grief! Is Brandi a lesbian? Is Ayako bisexual? Or are both of them? Oh, who cares? So am I! Ayako was looking up at him with a magical glow in her big hazel eyes. No girl had ever looked at him like this before. Not even close. It was incredible. His heart did sixteen backward somersaults in a row.

Oh my god... is it possible? Did I just fall in love with her? I think I did! I think I did!! Uh, oh... uh, oh... UH, OH! I'm gonna cum!

Ayako felt Big Blue Bear-san's cock swelling up and getting extra hard, so she knew it was time to decide. Should I finish him off, or prolong his pleasure? She chose the later. She stopped sucking at the last possible moment, something that Takeshi had taught her how to do. Big Blue Bear-san issued a long, satisfying moan, as he teetered on the very brink of orgasm. Then she pulled Brandi-san's hand from his balls, causing him to moan in sweet frustration. She gave the tip of his cock a sweet little kiss, then turned to her blue-haired friend and let Brandi-san ravish her mouth with that studded tongue of hers.

Killian was amazed how close he came to cumming. It seemed as if Ayako knew exactly when to stop to prevent it from happening. It was a stunning skill, but he was aching for release. He started to rub his cock with his furry right paw, but Ayako took his hand in hers and held it tight. He felt his need to cum recede, so he kneeled to catch his breath. Once there, he was captivated with the sight of the two girls slurping and sucking each other's tongues with their pretty lips. Damn... I wish I could kiss them, but there's no way to do that with this head on... and if they saw my acne... well, that would be the end of that. Their kissing and petting got hotter, heavier and more desperately horny with every passing second. The whole time, Ayako held Killian's paw tight, occasionally giving it an affectionate squeeze, to let him know that though her lips belonged to Brandi, her heart belonged to him. He grinned with each squeeze, and felt his love for her growing deeper and stronger.

Killian's eyes strayed from their lips to Brandi's E-cups. They were sloshing around in that glittery top, just begging to be touched. So he gingerly reached out and lightly palmed her breast with his left paw. Brandi noticed, then yanked down the top of her uniform, making her big breasts spill out.

Brandi smiled at him. "Go to town, Big Blue!" Then she went back to kissing Ayako.

Killian was crazed with happiness as he fondled her naked breasts, feeling their amazing heft and bounce. Oh man, I'm touching a girl's tits! He couldn't actually feel her skin through the thick padding on his palm, but he enjoyed their squishy malleability. Wow, they're big... bigger than my hands, and I have huge hands! And look at those crazy tattoos all over them! Wow, that's intricate. Celtic knots crawling all the way up her arms then across her breasts, covering everything except her areolas and... wow... she's got fishhooks through her nipples!! This is one hard-core Goth chick!

Brandi loved the feel of Big Blue's fuzzy paws on her breasts, almost as much as she was enjoyed Ayako's tongue in her mouth. I never kissed a girl before tonight, but I love it! Oh fuck, Ayako... I wish you'd touch my pussy... Then, almost as if Ayako were a mind reader, she let go of the Bear's right hand and pushed Brandi onto her back. Brandi automatically opened her legs wide, as Ayako ran her left hand up Brandi's inner thigh. Yes Ayako... yes, touch my pussy!

Killian's eyes were glued to Brandi's pussy. It was bald and pale, with a dragon tattoo crawling across her upper labia. Her ruddy pussy lips were fat and fleshy, and her large clitoris had two glittery studs through it. Ayako was staring at it too, with open-mouthed fascination. Then she crawled up onto her hands and knees next to Brandi and started touching her pussy with gentle, delicate movements. It was incredible, watching those adorable little fingers with blue nail-polish, sliding up and down, then between Brandi's fat, fleshy pussy lips.

Ayako was amazed by how wet Brandi was. Juices were literally flowing out of her, and dripping down onto the bed. Ayako rubbed her pussy, swirling her fingers around Brandi's studs, making her moan. Then once her fingers were nice and wet, she brought them to her lips to taste her friend's pussy. Mmmm... she's almost sweet. She touched Brandi some more, then lifted her hand to Big Blue Bear-san's open, smiling mouth.

Killian stared at Ayako's glistening fingers. The sticky juices on her fingers looked thick and smelled wonderfully musky. Ayako's fingers came farther into the Bear's mouth, and Killian stuck out his tongue and licked them clean, making Ayako giggle delightfully. I can't believe it... I'm tasting Brandi's pussy! It made his cock throb with lust. Ayako went back to fingering Brandi and Killian licked his lips, savoring Brandi's after-taste, fascinated by the exploratory way Ayako was fingering Brandi's clit. Wow... I don't think she's done this before. I guess this is a first time for all of us!

Killian had a sudden, naughty impulse. He put his right hand on the back of Ayako's head, and pushed her gently downward.

Ayako knew what Big Blue Bear-san wanted her to do. I've never gone down on a girl before... but if he wants me to, I will! She stuck out her tongue and let his furry paw push her face into her friend's sweet pussy.

Brandi moaned, "Oh holy goddess! Yeah! Lick my cunt! Lick my cunt, Ayako-san!"

Ayako parted Brandi's pussy lips, and licked up and down, slowly working her tongue in deeper, until she felt the half-inch hole in the center of Brandi's hymen. As she did that, she felt surges of Brandi's juices welling out. She slurped up the juice, drawing Brandi's fat lips into her mouth.

Killian still had his paw on Brandi's tits, but he noticed how delicious Ayako's breasts looked dangling from her chest in this kneeling position so he cupped his right paw under them. I'm touching two girl's tits now! Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man! He began to gently fondle them both, pinching their nipples with his furry fingers. He was in absolute heaven.

Well... almost. The only thing that wasn't perfect about this moment was the fact that he was as thirsty as hell. He needed a drink of water in the worst way, but he was terrified of taking a break and bursting this magical bubble. Just don't think about it... you can always get a drink later, but when are you gonna have a chance to see a girl licking another girl's junk?

Ayako remembered watching Brandi masturbate herself, so she decided to try to copy her. She reached under Brandi's thigh with her left hand, and inserted a single finger through Brandi's hymen hole. Then she felt around inside, searching for the little lump of flesh that Brandi had taught her about. Ah... there it is... kind of like mine, but even bigger! As she did this, she gestured for Big Blue Bear-san get closer. He leaned in so that his head was right between Brandi's legs. Ayako grinned, wanting to give him a wonderful surprise.

Brandi felt Ayako's finger rubbing her g-spot just right. "Yeahhhhh... that's it! Just... like... that!" Then Ayako began flicking her clit studs with her tongue at the same time, causing a rush of pressure to build up deep inside Brandi's crotch until it felt like she was about to explode. Her pussy started clenching and vibrating around Ayako's finger, and then she started gasping, "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Make me cum! Make me cum, Ayako! Yeah! Yeah! That's it! That's it! That's... oh, oh, oh... I'm cumming! I'm cummiiiiiing!"

Killian was startled by the powerful jet of liquid that shot out of Brandi's pussy. It came right through the Bear's open mouth and drenched his entire face. Holy shit! She's peeing on me! But it didn't smell like pee at all. Hey, I've seen this on the internet! She's a squirter! Just like Sabrina Deep! He licked the corners of his mouth. Brandi's cum tasted sweet and fresh. Ayako smiled at him, giggling with pride at her work. Then she fingered Brandi's pussy some more, making Brandi squeal.

"Oh shit! Here it cums again! Aaaaaa!"

Killian opened his mouth just as Brandi squirted, and chugged her hot cum.

He wasn't thirsty anymore.

•

Meanwhile...

When Alyson stopped sobbing, Lindsey pulled back from the hug and made Alyson lay there for another minute while she rinsed the soap residue off her perfect, pale and freckly body. Then she pulled Alyson to her feet and helped her step out of the tub. Alyson wobbled woozily and giggled as Lindsey dried her off. She was getting sleepy, so Lindsey led Alyson to the bed.

"Why don't you rest here for a while?"

Alyson got into bed and grinned up at Lindsey like a little girl. Lindsey was about to pull the covers over her when Alyson said, "Kiss me nighty-night Mrs. Foster."

Lindsey leaned forward to kiss Alyson on the forehead, but Alyson raised her chin to give Lindsey a quick, lusty French kiss. Lindsey pulled back... but only got an inch or two before leaning in for more. They kissed sweetly and tenderly for several minutes. Lindsey explored her student's mouth and Alyson explored her teacher's. Then Alyson started massaging Lindsey's breasts through her thin sports bra, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were jutting through the stretchy fabric.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 11



Notes

This is the ELEVENTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her unflagging encouragement and amazing inspiration. Read her work! It's wonderfully naughty stuff!

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This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter NINE and TEN so please read those chapters first!

This chapter has just a hint of incest, but the FURRY action continues!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18!

By

C.B. SUMMERS

© C.B. Summers 2011

DAY 4 -- 10:05 A.M.

PASADENA, CALIFORNIA

DECEMBER 31 -- NEW YEAR'S EVE

In a morning of incredible surprises, this was the most incredible one so far. One of the hottest chicks at Silver Lake High School was lying in front of Killian Kirk with her legs wide open, waiting for him to fuck her. He felt dizzy as he looked back and forth between Dana Lee Pruitt's glistening pussy and her mischievous eyes.

Oh. My. God. She... she... she wants me to... to... to... no, wait! This is a trap! I'll crawl up there... and just before I get a chance to stick it in, she'll say something mean and laugh in my face! She can't stand me! There's no way... no way this is real!

But then his brand new Japanese girlfriend, Ayako Sakaya put her hands on his fuzzy blue ass, and pushed him onto the bed. He walked slowly forward on his knees toward Dana Lee's long, coppery legs, his eyes glued to her gaping blonde vagina, moving in slow motion as if he were in a dream.

Brandi was watching open-mouthed from the other bed. Oh fuck... the Big Blue Bear's gonna fuck Dana Lee! No... she's just fucking with him! She hates Killian! Oh, crap... she's gonna do something mean to him, I just know it! And if she does, she better watch out! Ayako will scratch her eyes out! And me too!

Dana Lee grinned at the sight of the Big Blue Bear crawling toward her. It was weird and surreal, but the strangest thing of all was Killian's tepid reaction. Why's he moving so slowly? When I opened my legs for Tanner the first time, he just about ripped his clothes off trying to stick it in. Actually, he does it that way every time. But Killian's just taking his sweet time. Maybe he's a homo after all... though that's hard to believe after what he just did to Brandi and Ayako.

Killian's heart was pounding in his chest, and he worried that he might pass out any second. When his knees were about even with her ankles, Dana Lee reached forward and pulled his flaccid cock out of the rip in the costume's crotch. Oh, crud! It's limp! CRAP! She's never gonna let me live this down. 'Here comes ol' limp-dick Kirk!' she'll say. He felt like crawling away to hide, but instead, he gave her his best Big Blue Bear shrug.

Dana Lee giggled, "Hey, don't worry about it, Big Blue. I just saw you cum twice in the space of ten minutes. We just need to prime the pump."

Dana Lee widened her long legs until she was doing full splits. Then she leaned forward onto her elbows and slurped his flaccid cock into her mouth.

Killian just about passed out with surprise. He felt his penis start to swell almost immediately. As it grew, so did his confidence. All the anxiety and fear dissolved, replaced by an almost magical feeling of detachment. He looked down at Dana Lee's lush lips sliding up and down his veiny pink shaft, and thought, who would ever have imagined this possible? Dana Lee Pruitt is literally the last girl on earth I'd ever dreamed might suck my cock, but there she is.

Sucking my cock.

Who says miracles don't happen?

•

Meanwhile...

Lindsey pulled the covers over Alyson's naked body and gave the sweet girl a kiss on the forehead. Then she quietly changed out of her workout clothes. While she was putting on a fresh pair of panties, she caught sight of her belly button in the mirror, and the empty piercing just above it. Why the fuck did I let Mark talk me out of wearing my gold loop? That Navy uniform doesn't give him the right to order me around! Hey... I wonder if Katie brought her jewelry?

She looked through her sister's overnight bag, and sure enough there was a small cloth bag with various earrings and necklaces in it. Lindsey smiled when she found what she was looking for: a belly button stud with three glittery strings of diamonds dangling from it. It was a Christmas gift from Katie's new girlfriend Amanda. Katie only wore it when she was dressing up. Lindsey held it up to her belly button and looked in the mirror. Shit... that's fierce! Hmmm... How many times have I told Katie what's mine is hers... including my daughter and my husband? Well that shit goes both ways.

Lindsey tried to poke the stud through her piercing, but only got halfway before feeling a sharp pain. "Ow!" Shit... the hole is closed.  She pushed harder, wiggling the stud and wincing in pain. She was just about to give up when the post broke through the obstruction and emerged on the other side. Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief, and then screwed on the top stud. She admired herself in the mirror for a few moments.  Fuck you, Mark. You may be a Naval man, but my navel belongs to me.

Lindsey giggled and put on her best short dress. It was deep blue, in honor of the band. Then she looked at the clock. 10:15 am. That'll give Alyson almost three hours of sleep... I hope that's enough. She has a big performance at Band Fest tonight.  Then Lindsey put on makeup and pulled her hair back into a glittery hair clip. I have a big performance tonight too... Gary Blunt's cherry-popping extravaganza! Oh shit... I forgot... I need to find a room for the festivities!

She quietly crept out onto the narrow balcony and dialed the reservations desk. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster, but it's New Year's Eve. The entire hotel is full, as are all our overflow properties." After doing an Internet search, he found an available room in a motel twenty miles away. "If you can give me a credit card number, I can make a reservation for you."

She sighed and said, "Oh... well, I'll have to think about it. Thanks," then hung up.

Shit. If Mark saw a receipt for a motel room twenty miles from Pasadena, he'd totally jump to the wrong conclusion... actually it would be the right conclusion. And besides, how would we get there? I don't have a car. A Taxi? On New Year's Eve? Damn, damn, damn. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe it's not meant to be. I should call it off. What am I trying to accomplish with all this fucking around? At this rate I'll end up banging every boy in the senior class by Easter... and probably half the girls! I have got to stop this crazy cycle before I lose my job and my family. So... I'll just tell Gary that it's off. Yeah. I need to nip this thing in the bud.

As she was thinking, Lindsey reached into her purse, intending to smoke a cigarette, but operating entirely on auto-pilot, she opened Alyson's aspirin bottle and put the tainted joint she'd confiscated to her lips and lit up, sucking in a deep hit. She exhaled and took another hit before realizing what she was doing. What the fuck? Oh... oh shit... She felt a powerful rush of narcotics going straight to her brain. Oh holy crap... this is some powerful shit. No wonder the girls went totally nuts. Damn... my heart is already racing... like I've been doing lines of coke for hours. Wow!

She sucked in another deep hit and held it in, thinking, Lindsey! You should NOT be doing this! You saw what it did to those girls! Yeah, but they smoked a lot more than just one, and hey, I'm a lot more experienced. I know how to handle my shit. Damn it, don't be stupid Lindsey. The last time you snorted coke you ended up flat on your back in a hotel room, swapping a pair of sailors with your sister. Fuck... that was a crazy night, what I can remember of it, anyway.

She held the joint at arm's length and considered dropping it from the balcony. But then her daddy's voice came into her head. "No más de lo necesario," which was his version of 'Waste not, want not'. She took another hit, then another. A warm vibration suffused her body, filling every molecule of her being with pure happiness. The balcony seemed to be expanding around her... getting more beautiful... more sensuous and sexy. The blue, cloudless sky bloomed with a vivid rainbow of colors, and the chilly morning air filled her lungs with magic. The music from the band below became more and more powerful with each passing second. It was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes. She looked over the balcony, and the ground seemed so much farther away than before. She had to squint because the band's blue uniforms were blindingly bright and throbbing with pure blue energy!

Her heart began to race, matching the rat-tat-tat of the drums. She felt powerful, immortal, untouchable. Then the drums suddenly stopped and Gary Blunt's coronet rose up in the vibrant morning air. He was playing a perfect, solitary note of indescribable perfection. It lifted her feet from the ground and made the entire world scintillate with joy. "Oh my god! He's fucking incredible!"

She could see Gary down below. He was easy to spot because he was so big, and his glittering golden coronet looked so tiny in his huge hands. She also tried to pick out Brant, but she couldn't tell which of the three guys with bass drums was him. They were all wearing tall blue hats. She sighed. Oh, Brant... I wish I could fuck you one last time. But no. Katie's right. You're dangerous. Gotta steer clear of you for a while...

She finished off the rest of the joint, holding the tip with her fingernails to get as much magic out of it as possible before throwing the stub in a potted plant, which was glowing an obscenely sexy shade of green.

Lindsey crept through the room, past adorable Alyson and into the hall, even though every fiber of her being was screaming for her to go back inside and fuck that sexy young redhead. No, no, no. She belongs to Dana Lee. The cleaning women were now going through the rooms one by one, so Lindsey put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, then headed off to the girls room intending to do the same thing for them. She staggered a bit, and the hallway seemed to be vibrating slightly, lengthening, widening, and deepening. Oh shit. I shouldn't have smoked the whole thing. Bad idea, Lindsey, bad idea. It's Daddy's fault for making me always clean my plate, clean my plate, clean my plate, plate, plate... No más de lo necesario.

She ran her fingertips across the wall to keep an even keel. Wow... this wallpaper feels so sexy! Then she cupped her other hand over her nose and inhaled. Oh shit. My face still smells of virgin pussy. I should go back! No... she needs her sleep! Fuck! I'm so horny!!

She started digging around in her cavernous purse for the keycard to open the girls' door, but before she found it, she heard the elevator ding and saw Mr. Dodder walking out into the elevator foyer, with his hands on the shoulders of two very dejected looking teens. Lindsey beamed happily and ran up the hallway toward the trio. "Denny! Bitty! There you are!"

They smiled broadly at her, but Mr. Dodder glowered from under those big, furry eyebrows of his. "Ah, Mrs. Foster, just the woman I'm looking for. Miss Ostiago said you have all the keycards."

As Lindsey tried to process Mr. Dodder's words, she looked at the kids. Denny was wearing pajamas and Bitty was clutching a thin bathrobe around her neck. Hmmm... is she naked under that robe? Their hair was messed up and their glasses were smudged and sitting off-kilter on their faces. Lindsey laughed, "Well, well, well... somebody's been gettin it on! Woo-hooo!!"

Mr. Dodder's flabby face turned red. "Mrs. Foster! Don't encourage them!"

She pinched Denny's cheek, "I'm proud of you little man." Denny blushed. Then Lindsey ruffled Bitty's curly pinkish-blonde mop of hair. "And you! You done good girl! Scored yourself a real gem!" Bitty beamed shyly, then cast a lustful sideways glance at Denny.

Mr. Dodder began to boil over. "Mrs. Foster! I demand that you give me their keycards!!!"

"Oh, right, right, right, right... the keycards. I have them here... somewhere..." She fished around inside her massive purse for several minutes.

As soon as she found the keycards, Mr. Dodder snatched them from her hands and gave them to Bitty and Denny, then shoved them roughly in opposite directions, "Go to your rooms quickly, children, and suit up! Then come back here! No dawdling! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Miss Ostiago is waiting!"

As Denny and Bitty scrambled toward their rooms, Mr. Dodder crossed his fat arms and glared at Lindsey. She smiled at him and said, "Thank you soooo much Mr. Dodder! Where on earth did you find those little devils?"

"If you must know, I found them in the big room next to the ballrooms. They were lying in a couch behind some potted palms... naked."

Lindsey laughed at the blush on Mr. Dodder's face. "Naked? Really? That must have been a treat! Were they sleeping?"

Mr. Dodder blushed bright red. "They were not."

Lindsey laughed, "I knew it! They were fucking!"

"Mrs. Foster!"

She looked at him with smoldering intensity, "Weren't they?"

He looked left and right, then whispered. "When I found them, Miss Winter was performing... a certain act on Mr. Shannon."

Lindsey laughed, "She was sucking his cock? That's all? I was sure they were fucking."

"No, that is NOT all! I also found THREE used condoms on the carpet. They must have been down there all night... fornicating."

"Fornicating? Old folks fornicate, Mr. Dodder. Teenagers fuck." Lindsey saw him stiffen up at the word, so she repeated it with emphasis. "F-u-c-k. Fuck." Then Lindsey pinched his cheek, "I bet you wished you'd caught them ffffffffffornicating, huh?"

"Mrs. Foster!" Seeing her beautiful little mouth say the F-word sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, don't deny it! You're a man, aren't you? You have a cock."

"This is not an appropriate conversation!"

"That's a fine thing to say while you're staring at my tits. Hee, hee... Oh, don't be embarrassed! It's natural! I have nice tits. Go ahead and look." She fluffed her breasts a bit to make her cleavage more pronounced. Mr. Dodder's rheumy old eyes looked like they might roll right out of his blotchy face. She found it unexpectedly exciting to see the sweat popping out on his wrinkly forehead.

Mr. Dodder was stunned by the wicked expression on Mrs. Foster's face. Then he noticed how dilated her pupils were. Oh, good grief, she's high! Miss Ostiago is definitely going to hear about this!

Lindsey stepped a little closer, idly fondling the little cross between her breasts as she looked right into his eyes. "So, Mr. Dodder. How long did you watch her sucking his cock before you interrupted them?"

He blushed and sputtered, but Mrs. Foster totally had him pegged. He had, in fact, peered through the potted plants at those naughty teenagers for fifteen solid minutes, utterly mesmerized by the sight of Denny's hard, sleek penis, sliding in and out of Bitty's pretty little mouth. It was the most exciting, filthy thing he'd ever seen in his life, and it gave him one of the first boners he'd had in months. If there hadn't been a group of teenage girls practicing their flag twirling at the far end of the room, he might have masturbated on the spot, but all he could do was lurk there, watching impotently, bemoaning the fact that things like this had never happened to him when he was a teenager. Bitty's beautiful breasts were dangling so wonderfully from her chest that he had no choice but to take out his iPhone and make a movie.

Denny eventually groaned and filled Bitty's pretty mouth with cum. Then she crawled up on top of him and opened her little lips, letting the cum drip obscenely into the boy's eager mouth. That just about gave Mr. Dodder a heart attack. His wife Brenna would never have dreamed of doing such a filthy thing. She hadn't even given him a blowjob since 1982. After that, the young lovers started kissing, swapping Denny's cum back and forth as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. By that point, Mr. Dodder was on the verge of cumming in his pants and he couldn't have that. So he busted in on them, causing them to scramble for their clothes. He turned his back while they dressed, feigning indignity, but actually hiding his boner from their young eyes.

Of course, he wasn't about to tell the truth to Mrs. Foster. "I... I... I watched them long enough to know what they were doing! Fellatio! In a public space! They're lucky I found them instead of the hotel staff!"

Lindsey rolled her eyes dramatically. "You said they were using condoms, so what's the big deal? When I was their age I fucked and fucked and fucked... as if my eggs were somehow immune to sperm. If you ask me, those are a couple of amazingly responsible kids."

"I did not ask you! And I doubt their parents will agree!"

"Their parents? Why tell anybody? They're both eighteen. They're adults..."

"But these children are under our care! The parents must be informed!"

"Have you told Miss Ostiago?"

"Not yet. But as soon as I get down there, she is going to hear the whole sordid story."

Lindsey wasn't thinking very clearly, but she definitely knew that the last thing Farinella needed right now was a scandal. So she put her hands behind her back and began to pace back and forth like a lawyer in a courtroom. "Mr. Dodder... how did those children, as you call them, get past you last night? You were on watch, were you not?"

"I... I... well... I don't know."

"You don't know? Really. I see. Tell me, Mr. Dodder. Have you, or have you not been written up on three separate occasions for falling asleep in your classroom?"

"I... I... I... who told you...?"

"And are you, or are you not old and easily exhausted? I bet you could use a nap right now, couldn't you?"

"No! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Aha! SO you are asking this court to believe that you stayed up all night guarding the rooms, BUT you are still wide awake and ready to fuck?"

"Uh... what?"

Lindsey giggled, and grinned at him affectionately. "Honestly, Mr. D, when all is said and done, who do you think is going to take the blame for this?"

Mr. Dodder just stared back at her, realization dawning on his face. She may be high, but she's right! I'll take the fall for this! Twenty-three years of dutiful service down the drain!

Lindsey touched his face lightly and said, "Unfair. Yes. But true." She looked at him with compassion, suddenly saddened by the thought of this daffy old teacher losing his job over something so silly. As she looked at him, his fleshy old face suddenly struck her as quite handsome. His flabby folds of skin seemed to vibrate with wisdom. She realized that his furry caterpillar eyebrows were actually expressive windows to his very soul. And weirdly, his flabby, droopy lips looked incredibly kissable. Damn... I never noticed how cute Mr. Dodder was before. I can't believe I've always thought he was gross! But... damn! Look at his eyes! So wise... so... erotic.

Mr. Dodder didn't notice the hungry look in Mrs. Foster's eyes. He was too busy worrying about his own hide. "Ahem... if what you say is true... then maybe... uh... but what should I tell Miss Ostiago?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll call her and tell her that those sweet, innocent, virginal little kids got up early to have breakfast together. And they lost track of time staring into each other's eyes over their pancakes. That kind of thing happens all the time."




Field Trip Follies Ch. 11



"Yes... that sounds plausible... if the kids back the story up."

"What a good idea, Mr. Dodder! You tell them what to say. That way Miss. Ostiago will have independent verification!" Lindsey suddenly realized that Mr. Dodder was one of the wisest, most caring teachers she'd ever met. He even reminded her of Mr. Molarez, the teacher she'd loved so much that she's seduced him on her graduation day. She put her arms over Mr. Dodder's shoulders, then stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a kiss on his big, flabby lips. Soon her tongue was in his mouth, slurping and sucking.

Mr. Dodder was utterly taken aback. He'd been ogling Mrs. Foster ever since she was a trainee, but had never dreamed that she'd ever actually kiss him. But this wasn't just a kiss, she was invading his mouth with her sharp, flickering tongue! It was utterly terrifying but incredibly exciting too! His cock instantly swelled in his pants. He stumbled backward, then plopped onto his ass on one of the big chairs next to the elevator.

Lindsey was in a haze of lust. She whispered desperately into his ear, "You're so fucking sexy, Mr. Dodder. Let's go to my room. I want you to fuck me."

Good god! She wants me to have sexual intercourse with her! But I can't! I can't! Brenna would never forgive me! "No, Mrs. Foster! What are you doing?" Then Mrs. Foster hiked up her tight dress, giving him a sudden glimpse of her panties, before straddling his lap and desperately grinding her pussy against his erection. His mind went blank, and suddenly he was kissing her hard, and squeezing her little ass in his trembling hands. Moments later he felt a powerful rush in his balls, and started gushing into his underwear.

Lindsey laughed gaily with the realization that he was cumming for her, but a few seconds later his wonderful erection softened. She whimpered, "No... no, don't go away... no, please."

"Mr. Dodder?"

Mr. Dodder opened his eyes to see Denny and Bitty, dressed in their uniforms, staring open-mouthed at them. Mr. Dodder instantly pushed Mrs. Foster off of his lap gasping with embarrassment. "S...s...sorry, Mrs. Foster... No more... no more time for... uh... the special massage! We... we... we have to go!" He started pushing the elevator button again and again, willing it to come faster.

Lindsey blushed from head to toe as she looked at her grinning students. Oh shit... did I just... did I just dry hump Mr. Dodder in front of a couple of students? Oh shit... what the fuck is wrong with me? She stood there in stunned silence until the three of them got on the elevator. Mr. Dodder looked like he was going to pass out, but Bitty smiled shyly at her, and moments before the elevator door closed, Denny gave her a playful wink.

•

Meanwhile...

Brandi was masturbating like crazy to the sight of the Big Blue Bear's long pink cock sliding in and out of Dana Lee's mouth. It was absolute living porn. And the hottest part of it was that Dana Lee was doing it in full splits position, her long legs sticking out at 180 degrees to each other on the bed. Now, that's impressive! I guess I should start taking dance lessons too. Not that I'd ever learn to bend my legs that way. I'd rip my pussy in half if I tried to do that! Man... just look at her going to town on Big Blue... I mean, Killian! Shit. I keep doing that. Forgetting there's a guy in that mascot costume! This is so trippy.

Killian was in a strangely detached place. He was looking down at one of the most amazing sights imaginable, but he had enough presence of mind to compare Dana Lee's cock-sucking skills to the other girls'. Although she didn't have Ayako's talent, she had the edge in the visuals department. Her body was long and narrow, with flawlessly smooth copper-toned skin. Her spine was wonderfully curvaceous and her ass was to die for. And her long, slender legs were beyond compare. She also beat Brandi in the enthusiasm category. Dana Lee clearly loved sucking cock because she was putting everything she had into it. She was craning her willowy neck forward and back, as she joyfully gobbled his cock, making her long sun-bleached blonde hair swing delightfully with each movement. Also, unlike Brandi, he didn't feel a hint of teeth, and though he was certain she was taking his long cock all the way back into her throat, she wasn't gagging or choking as Brandi had done. He just felt his shaft sliding between her tight wet lips, then back across her tongue, then popping past her epiglottis, until his furry balls pressed flat into the adorable cleft in her chin. All the while she looked up at him with lust burning in her sky-blue eyes. From time to time she'd turn her head sideways, making his cock distort her cheek. It was stunning to see his own cock stretching Dana Lee Pruitt's hollow cheeks.

As he growled and groaned with pleasure, Ayako stood next to him with her hands on his shoulders. He reached up and gave her hand a squeeze and growled his thanks. She growled playfully in response. It was almost as if they now spoke the same language. He felt blessed. In love for the first time in his life, and getting his cocked sucked at the same time... and this was only the beginning.

A wonderfully simple thought entered Killian's mind. I'm going to fuck Dana Lee Pruitt. Then he looked over at Brandi. She was grinning at him with that adorable gap-toothed smile, stroking her fleshy pussy, making the dragon tattoo on her belly move as if it were alive. I'm going to fuck Brandi Osterhott too. These thoughts didn't frighten him. Rather, he felt wonderfully calm, perhaps calmer than he'd felt about anything in years. He simply knew it was going to happen, so why rush? He just looked down at Dana Lee and enjoyed what she was doing to him.

Dana Lee was in hog's heaven. I can't believe I'm sucking Killian Kirk's cock and loving it! Well, after all the shit I put him through over the years, this is the least I could do for him. Fuck, who am I kidding? I'm not doing this for him! I'm doing this cause I love cock! I love Killian Kirk's cock! How weird... but fuck! I could suck his cock all day long!

But then her legs started to go to sleep from being in the split position too long, so she pulled off of his cock and flipped onto her back again. "Okay Bear. You're plenty hard. Let's get this started."

Killian's sense of detachment disappeared, replaced by a lustful surge of confidence. Yeah! Let's do this thing! Killian gave Ayako's hand another squeeze, then he dropped forward, putting his paws on either side of Dana Lee's beautiful, slender ribcage. He looked right into her eyes, and thrusted forward, intending to slide his cock right into her waiting pussy, but it banged against her belly instead.

"Yowch! Try again, big guy."

He tried to look down in order to aim properly, but his oversized football jersey was hanging in the way. He thrust again, poking her hard in the labia, then tried again, missing again.

Dana Lee started to giggle. "Ow! Hee, hee, hee! No, a little lower. Ouch! Ha, ha, hee! No... hee, hee, to the right... Ow! Hee, hee, ha! My right! Oof! Hee, hee, heee...!"

Ayako saw the situation, so she kneeled and reached between them, grabbed Big Blue Bear-san's hot cock, and guided it into place. The next time he thrusted, his cock slid right into Dana Lee's well-lubricated pussy, squashing Ayako's hand between them.

Killian uttered a happy, "Growwwwwl!" and Dana Lee gasped, as Killian's pubes meshed with hers.

Ayako's palm was pressed flat against Dana Lee's furry pussy, but she didn't want to pull away. Oh, she's so wet. She looked at Dana Lee to make sure she didn't mind being felt up by a girl, but Dana Lee's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. Then Big Blue Bear-san pulled out and pushed in again. Ayako was amazed by the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her friend's stretchy pussy lips. In this position she found it easy to flick her thumb up and down Dana Lee's hard little clit, causing the skinny blonde to writhe and gasp.

Killian was amazed at how tight Dana Lee was. Though Ayako was a smaller girl, Dana Lee's pussy was apparently smaller, or her vaginal muscles more developed, because it felt like she was gripping him hard with her fist. He could feel the skin on his cock stretching back with each thrust, then on each pullback it felt like it was being turned inside out. But the more he fucked her, the juicier she got, and soon he was sliding in and out with just the right ammount of friction.

Dana Lee writhed and moaned as Killian picked up the pace. What the fuck is he doing to my clit? Nobody's ever done that to me with their cock before! She looked down and saw, with surprise, that Ayako's hand was on her pussy, flicking her clit with her thumb. Ayako smiled at her, glowing with happiness. Her first impulse was to swat Ayako's hand away, but then she thought, ah, why the fuck not? After all, I might want Alyson to do this to me someday, so I might as well get used to it. It feels good. It feels fucking good actually... oh, holy fuck... fuck... FUCK! "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She clenched and squealed in orgasm.

Killian was thrilled to see the crazed expression on Dana Lee's face. She looked up at him and wailed.

"Yeah... fuck me, Big Blue! Fuck me harder! HARDER!"

Killian began to thrust with all his power. He'd never been on top of a girl before, but as a gymnast, he found it incredibly easy to do, and was certain he could do it for hours, if he didn't cum first. He began to chant in his head, I'm fucking Dana Lee Pruitt. I'm fucking Dana Lee Pruitt. I'm fucking Dana Lee Pruitt...

She had another writhing orgasm, then another, then another. At some point her legs went up high, so he grabbed her ankles, spread her legs wide, and fucked her this way for another fifteen solid minutes, probably more. He was waiting for her to stop him, or to be stopped by his own orgasm, but neither one of these things occurred, so he kept fucking Dana Lee as she shrieked with orgasm after orgasm, her eyes growing wider and wider with disbelief.

Oh, holy shit! Nobody has fucked me this hard, this long! Tanner's lucky if he can keep up this kind of pace five minutes! Oh shit... here comes another orgasm! "Fuuuuuuck!!! Yes! Yes! Yeeeesssssssss!"

Killian heard Ayako moaning, so he looked to his left. She was on her back now, next to Dana Lee, her legs wide open, swirling her clit like crazy with her right hand, while fingering Dana Lee's clit with her left. He instinctively reached for her womanhood. Then he realized that his paws weren't exactly clean. He'd been doing backward handsprings in the parking lot all morning. So, even though it was a violation of rule #1, he ripped open the Velcro straps around the wrists and yanked both of the fuzzy blue gloves off, then instantly put his left hand between Ayako's legs, slipping two fingers straight into her pussy. She shrieked with joy and arched her back off the bed. He instantly felt her cum shooting out against his fingers.

 Now he was holding Dana Lee's thigh with his right hand, feeling the soft, creamy perfection of her. Moments later, he heard Brandi moaning so he turned to his right just in time to see her cumming. A jet of liquid shot out of Brandi's pussy, crossed the gap between the beds, and splashed against his hand and Dana Lee's thigh. He spread Brandi's juices all over Dana Lee's thigh and ass, then reached down to palm her breasts and tweak her fat nipples. He pinched them and pulled them as she shrieked with another orgasm.

Dana Lee carelessly flopped her right hand onto Ayako's belly. Almost instantly, Ayako grabbed her hand and led it to her pussy. Dana Lee had never in her entire life touched any pussy but her own, but she instantly started swirling Ayako's clit as she did her own, only barely aware of what she was doing through the fog of orgasm.

Killian saw Dana Lee swirling Ayako's clit, as he fucked her with his fingers. Soon Ayako was squealing again, and this time when she came, it drenched Dana Lee's fingers.

Dana Lee moaned at the feeling of hot cum splashing her hand. She had her biggest, most earth shattering orgasm so far, and brought her wet hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle, only vaguely realizing that she was tasting Ayako's pussy. Her whole body was quivering uncontrollably now. The pleasure was too much. Much too much. She gasped, "Stop! Please! Too much! Can't... bear... any... more!"

Killian smiled. Not another bad 'bear' pun, I hope. He felt proud of himself as he pulled out of Dana Lee's overworked pussy. I can't believe I outlasted her! With a newfound feeling of confidence, Killian squirmed to the left and jammed his cock right into Ayako's little blue pussy. She squealed in joy, and wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs. She was tiny, compared to him, so he put his hands under her back, lifted her up in the air and fucked her like a rag-doll. He found he was able to hold her up with only his left hand, so he squeezed her silky smooth breasts with his right hand, feeling them with his bare skin for the first time. Then he touched her beautiful face, lovingly tracing the shape of her ravishing lips. She opened her mouth and began to suck his fingers like a cock until she started squealing with another powerful orgasm. She fell limp in his hands, utterly spent, and quivering with joy.

He laid her back down on the bed, and growled happily. She gasped, "Go to friend Brandi-san, Bigu Brue Bearu-san. You fuck her now. Arigatou."

Killian pulled his raging cock out of Ayako's quivering pussy with a wet pop, and hopped over Dana Lee's post-orgasmic body. As he jumped to the floor, Brandi's eyes lit up and she swiftly rotated onto her hands and knees, instantly bending over to present her pussy to him. She had an epic ass, but he didn't examine it for long. He wrapped his large hands around her narrow waist, positioned his throbbing cock between her fleshy pussy lips, and then shoved himself inside with one powerful thrust. For a fraction of an instant, he felt his cock bending against an obstruction before pushing through it with a snapping sensation.

Brandi let out a blood-curdling shriek as Big Blue's cock broke her hymen. He paused, halfway buried inside her, clearly unnerved by her scream. She moaned with the sweet, wonderful rush of pain. "Ohhhhhhhh, goddess. Thank you. Thank you."

Killian slowly pulled his cock back out of Brandi's vice-like snatch, afraid that he'd hurt her somehow. He saw blood smeared all over his pink flesh. Forgetting rule #2 for the first time all year, Killian shouted, "Brandi! You're bleeding!"

She chuckled and said, "Yeah, what do you expect? You popped my cherry, Big Blue! You took my virginity, so you might as well go ahead and fuck me! Go on. It doesn't hurt... well, it hurts, but I like it. Hurt me, Big Blue. Hurt me some more."

Killian was stunned with the realization that he wasn't the only one in the room who'd woken up this morning a virgin. Ayako joined him on Brandi's bed. Her eyes were full of happy tears, and she had a crazy huge grin on her face. "Hai, hai. Fuck my friend, Bigu Brue Bearu-san."

Dana Lee laughed. "Yeah, fuck her Big Blue. Fuck her senseless. She's your bitch now."

Killian looked down at Brandi's ass and sank his fingers deep into her ample flesh, knowing that she'd love the pain. She rewarded him with a painful moan of pleasure. Then he pushed himself inside her tight, virgin canal.

Brandi screeched, "OH FUCK! That fucking HURTS! What are you stopping for? Fuck me you big pussy!"

He pulled out and shoved himself in again, making her scream a happy scream. She was tighter than Dana Lee, but a hell of a lot wetter, so he had no trouble penetrating her to the hilt. She's as tight as a virgin... but... I guess she's not a virgin anymore!

Killian growled, and enjoyed the sensation of slamming his cock in and out of such a willing, wet hole. Each time he bottomed out, shock waves spread out across her flabby butt cheeks. Meanwhile, Ayako was gently petting Brandi's blue hair, looking up at the Big Blue Bear with love and thanks in her eyes. Wow. What a wonderful girl.

Brandi felt Ayako petting her head, so she pulled her friend down. Soon Ayako's face was under hers, looking up from inches away. They looked into each other's tear-filled eyes. Brandi grunted with pain at each thrust of Big Blue's cock, but she smiled at Ayako and said, "Don't worry. This feels soooo good." Then she started kissing her friend. She felt Big Blue's hands sliding around her sides to cup her big breasts in his bare hands. Then he started pulling and pinching her nipples nice and hard, the way she liked it, and soon the burning fire in her pussy was replaced with a radiating glow of pure pleasure. Wow... a guy's fucking me. Why did I wait so long for this? It's fucking awesome!

Killian felt incredible. Damn, I could fuck these girls all day long! Then he felt Dana Lee sidling up behind him. She started running her hands all over his furry back, then down his furry butt and between his legs, until she was fondling his hairy nut sack with her long fingers. He could feel his cock swelling harder inside Brandi's pussy at Dana Lee's touch. Then Dana Lee did something that totally surprised Killian. She slid her hand, which was now wet with Brandi's cum, between his butt cheeks and began to finger his anus.

He clenched his muscular butt cheeks instinctively, forcing her fingers away, but she whispered into his ear, "Come on, Big Blue. Trust me. You're gonna like this."

Christian Peller had tried to talk him into doing something like this, but the idea of it was just too weird at the time. But this was different. This was Dana Lee Pruitt! He had to use all his willpower to stop from clenching, and soon he felt her pushing her long, pointy finger right into his anus. He grunted at the alien sensation. She pulled it out, then pushed it in again, this time a little farther. She kept this up until he was weak in the knees. Little shocks of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before, began to radiate through his entire pelvis, fighting with the sharp pain caused by her fingernails. As a result he began to fuck Brandi slower and slower.

After ten minutes of this, Dana Lee whispered into Killian's ear. "Pull out of her. I want to try something."

He didn't want to stop fucking Brandi, but Dana Lee wasn't the kind of girl you ignored. He let her pull his hips back until his cock slipped out of Brandi with a juicy pop.

Brandi moaned, "No. Don't stop!"

Dana Lee giggled, "Just hold still, Brandi. You're gonna like this." She reached between Brandi's legs, and palmed her pussy, slipping her fingers between the fleshy, wet lips in order to collect a handful of Brandi's juices. Wow... I can't believe I'm touching another girl's pussy. It doesn't feel as weird as I thought it would. That's good to know. Then Dana Lee spread those juices all over Killian's cock, then all over Brandi's little brown asshole.

Brandi gasped. "Oh shit... what are you guys up to back there?"

"Just hold still. This won't hurt a bit. Well... actually it will hurt a bit." Dana Lee giggled then pressed her thumb into Brandi's puckered asshole.

"Whoa!"

"Trust me, Brandi. Hold still."

Brandi complied, and felt the weird sensation of a finger going up her ass, she thought Killian was doing it at first, but then she realized whoever it was had long, pointy fingernails. Oh, shit! Dana Lee's sticking a finger up my ass! She moaned at the thought, and arched her back to spread her butt cheeks open. "Shit! That feels so fucking weird. Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh... shiiiiiit."

Killian watched Dana Lee working her left thumb deeper into Brandi's anus, all the while sliding her right index finger in and out of his. His cock began to throb like crazy and powerful blooms of pleasure began to radiate thorough his entire pelvis. Her finger no longer hurt at all. If she keeps this up for much longer I'm gonna paint Brandi's ass with cum.




Field Trip Follies Ch. 11



After a few minutes, Dana Lee could tell that Brandi's asshole was loosening ever so slightly, so she pulled her thumb out and positioned Killian's cock right over Brandi's little brown eye. "Okay, Big Blue. Go for it."

"Grrrf?" He looked down, shocked with the realization of what Dana Lee wanted him to do next. Fuck her... up the ass? Uh... shouldn't we ask permission? But Dana Lee pushed her hand deeper into his ass, forcing his pelvis forward, until the tip of his cock pressed against Brandi's asshole. It bent a bit, but didn't go in. Dana Lee scooped some more juice from Brandi's pussy and spread it on the tip of Killian's cock. She pushed him forward again, and this time the helmet popped through Brandi's anal ring.

Brandi gasped. "Oh fuck! What the fuck is that?"

Dana Lee giggled, "The Big Blue Bear if fucking you up the ass, Brandi. Stop bitching and take it."

Brandi groaned as his cock slid a little farther inside, stretching her skin to the breaking point. "Oh shit, that fucking hurts! No, don't stop! Keep going! Backdoor me, Big Blue!"

Killian smiled and began to slowly work his cock in and out of the tight hole. Every once in a while, Dana Lee would slip her fingers into Brandi's cunt, then spread the juices around his cock. This lubrication helped his cock slip in a little deeper each time. Once when he couldn't go any deeper, Dana Lee had Killian step back for a moment, then she leaned over and hawked a mouthful of spit right into Brandi's gaping asshole.

"Quick, Killi... I mean, Big Blue. Fuck her before it closes up again."

He pushed in, and this time his cock slid all the way into her incredibly tight canal, until his belly squashed Brandi's ass.

Brandi gasped, "Oh fuuuuuuuck!!! Yeah!!! My ass if full of Bear cock! Oh shit!! Oh goddess! This is so fucking evil!" Then Brandi kissed Ayako again, and gasped, "Touch my clit, Ayako-san." Soon she felt Ayako's fingers swirling her soaking wet pussy, and she started to cum. "Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Keep fucking me, Big Blue!"

Killian pulled all the way out, the crammed his cock in again. It went easier this time, but she was still as tight as shit. It was a good thing his cock was as hard as a bar of iron, thanks to the incredible sensations of Dana Lee's finger up his ass. After a few more thrusts, Brandi started loosening up, and it got easier and easier, and he picked up the pace. Then Killian felt Dana Lee working a second finger into his ass, stretching it to the limit. He growled, trying to tell her to go easy, but she didn't understand Bear talk, so she just kept going deeper and deeper, thrusting into his anus each time he pulled out of Brandi's.

Ayako couldn't see what the others were doing. Her mouth full of Brandi's left tit, and she was nibbling the nipple nice and hard, just the way Brandi liked it. Every once in a while she felt Big Blue Bear-san's balls slapping against her wrist, as she worked her hand deeper and deeper into Brandi's pussy. Ayako had small hands, so even though her friend was tight, she was eventually able to slip her entire hand all the way into Brandi's no-longer-virgin vagina, a sensation that Brandi rewarded with transcendant moans. She could feel Brandi quivering and quaking as she fisted her. Juices tinted with blood gushed out of Brandi each time Ayako pulled her hand out. They were making a mess of the carpet and bed sheets, but Ayako was simply too sleepy to care.

Killian's entire ass and cock began to glow with a hot, burning fire. And then quite suddenly he felt a sizzling explosion deep inside somewhere. The tip of his cock began to burn. It felt like he was cumming, but nothing was shooting out. This burning sensation just went on and on, and he was growling and groaning uncontrollably. He'd never felt anything like this before. Never.

He started pounding his cock into Brandi's asshole double-time, and Dana Lee's fingers matched him stroke for stroke. Holy crap! If this is what it feels like to take a cock up your ass, I'm totally gonna let Christian butt fuck me! This is awesome!! Then Dana Lee bent her fingers and started massaging something inside Killian's asshole that he didn't even know existed, and a floodgate of pleasure burst wide open.

Liquid fire shrieked through Killian's balls. It was, without doubt, the most intense orgasm of his entire life, and it took longer than any he'd ever had before. His entire body quaked like crazy, and as he filled Brandi's rectum with steaming gouts of cum, he threw his head back and roared like the Big Blue Bear he was.

"RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

•

Meanwhile...

"What was what?" Lindsey asked. She looked around, but there was nobody near. She shook her head. I'm hallucinating. Sounded like a... a bear.

Then a woman's voice said, "Hello?"

Lindsey looked around. What was that? I heard a woman's voice!

"Hello, Mrs. Foster? Can you hear me?"

Lindsey looked down at her hand. She was holding her phone. Oh... yeah... I dialed someone. "Hello? Who is this?"

"This is Miss Ostiago..."

Lindsey smiled, gushing with a sudden outpouring of love, "Farinella! Farinella! I love Farinella!"

There was laughter on the other side, "You know better than to get me so excited in front of the kids, Mrs. Foster."

"Oh, wait! I just remembered! Yeah! I forgot why I called you, but now I remember!"  Farinella waited for several seconds, then said, "Yes?"

"Oh! Yeah! I forgot to talk there, didn't I?" She giggled like crazy.

"Are you all right Mrs. Foster?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh yeah, I just wanted you to know that Denny and Bitty have been found!"

Farinella gave out a deep sigh of relief. "Grazie a vio, Dio! Where are they?"

"Mr. Dodder's bringing them down. He should be there any minute."

"Where were they?"

Lindsey began to chuckle, "Oh, just having breakfast. Eating pancakes. Looking into each other's eyes. Losing track of time. Happens all the time."

"Those silly twits!"

"Please don't tell their parents. No harm, no foul."

"Of course not!" Farinella let out another long, quivering sigh. "Oh, what a relief. What a relief. Grazie, Mrs. Foster. But what about Brant?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh... Brant?"

"You said he was on his way down two hours ago. There's still no sign of him."

Lindsey scratched her head. "But... I was sure... uh... I saw him in his room. Fuck. I guess he went to sleep again."  "Well, go wake him up, Mrs. Foster! He's probably well rested by now. And if you see Killian Kirk, the Mascot, send him down too. Honestly, I don't know what's going on today! Normally these kids are so responsible. Thank God you're here. I honestly think that without you, things would fall totally apart. Oops! Sorry, but I have to go. But I'll see you around noon. Don't forget."  Lindsey saluted the phone, "Yes sir!" Then she hung up, thinking, What the fuck Katie? Can't I trust you to do anything? You said you'd send Brant right down! But I bet you just let him go back to sleep! Damn it! You've got a soft heart, but damn it!

Lindsey charged down the hallway toward Brant's room. When she got there she searched like crazy through her massive purse for his keycard, but then she remembered, oh shit. I gave it to Katie. And now I don't know where the fuck she is! She started to look for her phone, intent on calling Katie.

"Are you locked out?"

Lindsey turned to see a very polite looking Hispanic maid. She was cleaning the room across the hall.  "Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact, I am."

"I was going to clean your room earlier, but I thought I heard someone inside."  "Nope. Nobody home. I just got back from breakfast. I guess I dropped my keycard somewhere. If you let me in, I'll just grab what I came for and get out of your hair."

The maid smiled. Lindsey smiled back. Things like this always happened to her. She had an honest face. Little does she know it's only an illusion! The maid took out her master key and slipped it in the slot. The light turned green and the lock buzzed, then Lindsey pushed the door open.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! Yeah, just like that! Oh yeah, drummer boy! Cum for me! Fill me up!"

Lindsey and the maid stared wide-eyed at Brant's muscular ass. He was standing at the foot of the bed, slamming his huge cock in and out of her sister's tight little vagina. The maid gasped and scuttled back to her work across the hall, but Lindsey stood in the door and watched.

A crazy, insane jumble of thoughts and feelings tumbled through her head. Anger, jealousy, envy, and lust. But at who? Of who? For who? Then she realized that she felt those feelings for both of them at the same time. Anger for betraying her with each other, and jealousy they were having so much fun without her. She envied them both for getting to experience each other's bodies, and of course, her lust for Brant and Katie was rocketing right off the chart at the sight of their naked, sweaty bodies.

But it was impossible. Utterly impossible. She knew that she couldn't have either one of them. Brant was madly in love with her, so that made him dangerous. And Katie... well, Katie was her little sister. It was wrong. Evil. Forbidden. Incest.

But as Lindsey stood there, absorbing Katie's orgasmic cries and Brant's manly grunts, she burned to join them.

I'll just saunter right in there and lie on my back under my baby sister. Then I'll open my legs and pull my panties aside. If she doesn't go down on me right away, I'll grab fistfuls of her wavy hair, and pull her into my pussy. But I won't need to. She wants my pussy just as bad as I want hers. I just know it. Brant will look down at us in horror. But I'll beckon him, and he'd come to me, the love-struck puppy that he is. Then I'll take his glorious cock into my mouth, and the two people who love me the most in the world will take me to heaven... they'll take me to hell. It'll be beautifully twisted. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Lindsey was gripping the doorframe so hard that her fingers were turning white. Her inner teacher was screaming "RUN AWAY!!!", but that crazy little sorority girl who lived way down deep inside her, was gently, seductively urging her to step inside. Go ahead. Take the plunge. Give in to your every carnal desire. You know you want it. So throw everything aside... family... duty... motherhood... career... all in pursuit of this one, crazy moment of flesh rubbing against flesh.

She stood immobile in the doorway, quaking with lust and horror, her eyes glued to Brant's nine-inch cock as it slammed in and out of her baby sister's freshly shaved cunt. Brant started grunting and bucking. Then he started cumming. He pulled out for the last few shots, stroking his cock with his muscular drummer's hands, to blast copious loads of gleaming white semen all over Katie's pussy and ass. Lindsey could see his earlier shots flooding out of her sister's gaping vagina, dripping long strands of white goo all over the rumpled sheets.

Lindsey quietly reached around the doorknob and grabbed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, then she quietly closed the door and hung the sign on the knob. It was the hardest thing she'd had to do since childbirth.

She staggered down the hall, her legs quivering with the urge to run, and the urge to collapse all at the same time. Then down at the far end of the hall she saw a fat black maid approaching the girls' room. She was relieved to have a distraction. She called out, "Oh, shit. Don't wake them up!" She ran top speed down the hall, stopping the maid just in time.

"Just a second, just a second, just a second. They're sleeping. They need sleep."

The maid looked at her suspiciously. Lindsey was sweating now and crazy eyed. This maid didn't find her nearly as innocent and honest looking as the other maid had.

"Excuse me miss, are you a guest here?"

"Wait, wait, wait. This is my room. Wait. I have the key in here somewhere. I'll prove it to you! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Lindsey dug around in her purse, which seemed even more cavernous than ever. She felt as if she might fall into it, and if that happened, she might never be heard from again. Finally she found the girls' key card and shouted triumphantly. "See! I have the key! I have the keeeeey! In your face!"

Lindsey inserted the key card in the slot and when the light turned green, the maid shrugged and turned away. Lindsey took a deep breath trying to calm her jangled nerves and racing libido. I'll just go in there and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door... that's all. And then I'll leave. Yeah. That's all. I am not going to go in there and fuck around with those adorable girls. No. I. Am. Not. No, no, no, I am not. I am strong. I have willpower. I am in control. I am in con-fucking-trol!

Lindsey opened the door, looked inside, and gasped. Dana Lee Pruitt was sixty-nining the school mascot.

Oh. Holy. Shiznit. Now I'm hallucinating. What the fuck was in that fucking joint!? LSD? Mushrooms? Both?

Lindsey blinked a few times, but the hallucination didn't go away. Dana Lee was totally naked and straddling the Big Blue Bear with her pussy pressed against his big smiling mouth, while she slurped his long, pink cock in and out of her wide, wonderful mouth. It was a disturbingly vivid hallucination. Lindsey covered her eyes, stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Then she took a deep breath and looked again. Nope. Still there. Dana Lee's giving the school mascot a blowjob. This can't be real. I'm tripping the fuck out. Valium... I definitely need a Valium... or two.

Lindsey rummaged around in her cavernous purse, desperately searching for her little baggie of pills to knock the edge off this insanity, but her purse was the size of the Grand Canyon now. The slurping sounds Dana Lee was making were so wonderfully distracting, that she forgot what she was looking for after a while and started watching, drooling with lustful fascination.

Then she noticed that Ayako and Brandi were snuggled sound asleep on the far bed, tucked comfortably under the covers. Brandi was snoring loudly, and Ayako was drooling onto her pillow. They looked so real that Lindsey considered for a moment that maybe the Bear was real too. No. Fuck no. Impossible! I have to be hallucinating! Oh... wait. I get it! They're dreaming. And I'm seeing their dream. Fuck. This is trippy! I'm actually seeing somebody else's wet-dream! And fuckity fuck, just look at Dana Lee suck that dream-cock!

Lindsey's pussy ached as she watched Dana Lee's head bobbing up and down, the tendons of her slender neck flexing with cat-like beauty. She'd tied her sun-bleached blonde hair into a scruffy ponytail, so Lindsey could clearly see her lush lips sliding up and down the Big Blue Bear's rosy pink penis. He wasn't completely hard, but Dana Lee didn't seem to mind. And neither did he, judging by the contented growls he was making from between her long, coppery legs.

Killian was in heaven. Not only was Dana Lee Pruitt sucking his cock, but he was staring right into her beautiful blonde vagina. She'd pressed it against the Bear's open mouth a few minutes earlier, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite reach it with his tongue. But he could smell it, and juices were dripping out of it onto his face. He was drooling like crazy, and growling with happy frustration. Then he saw a big white blob oozing out of the hole. Oh shit... that's my cum. He opened his mouth so when it dripped it fell onto his tongue. Then he thought of something he hadn't tried before. He ran his hands up to her silky soft butt cheeks and pulled them in tight, and to his delight, the Bear's head moved backward and her pussy sank deeper into the Bear's mouth. Now when Killian stuck out his tongue, it slipped into the gap between her velvety petals, and then his lips touched hers. He sank in deep enough to feel her blonde bush tickling his chin. Yeah! I'm eating my first pussy! This is so wicked!

He began to lick her from bottom to top as he'd watched Ayako do to Brandi earlier, lapping up her juices and his cum like a thirsty dog. She moaned and stroked his cock harder, clearly happy that he'd figured out a way to lick her. Apparently she'd forgotten about his acne, because she moaned happily as he pulled her in tighter and sank his greasy, pimply nose between her butt cheeks, and thrusted his tongue into her vagina as deep as he could go.

Lindsey casually put her purse on the floor, all thoughts of Valium forgotten. She was looking at one of the most bizarrely erotic sights she'd ever seen. I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my time, but this takes the fucking cake. It's a goddamn wet-dream... and I wanna be in it.

Dana Lee was moaning with her mouth full of cock, when she suddenly felt a presence in the room. For a split second she thought Alyson had returned. But she glanced up to see her English teacher, Mrs. Foster, standing near the door, staring at her with those big brown, doll-like eyes of her. Dana Lee gasped and pushed herself up on her hands, opened her mouth and froze, unable to think of anything to say. Oh shit. Busted! If Alyson's mother finds out about this, she'll never let me hang out with Alyson again! Fuck! I am soooo dead!

But then Mrs. Foster smiled, and a wicked little gleam twinkled in her eyes. She crawled onto the bed between Killian's legs and kissed Dana Lee right on the lips. Dana Lee felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand erect at that electric kiss. They'd made out for a few minutes the day before, and though it had been incredibly hot, this time it was hotter. Perhaps it was the wickedly unexpected situation, or maybe it was because Killian was sucking and slurping her pussy at the same time. But whatever it was, fireworks went off in Dana Lee's head as Mrs. Fosters hot little tongue invaded her mouth.

Oh god, thought Lindsey, this imaginary Dana Lee kisses just like the real Dana Lee. Mmmm... but I'm glad I didn't go farther with the real Dana Lee. I've got to stop fucking around with my students! But since this girl's just a hallucination, I can do whatever I want with her. To prove the point, she reached up and fondled her nineteen-year-old student's champagne glass titties, pulling and twisting Dana Lee's fat nipples until they were almost an inch long. Damn... her nipples are even longer than mine... they're fucking epic! Then she wrapped her hand around the Blue Bear's cock and started stroking it. It was still nicely lubed with Dana Lee's drool. He immediately started growling happily. Yeah... he feels good and meaty. And best thing of all, since he's not human, this probably doesn't even qualify as infidelity... particularly since he's only a figment of a dreaming girl's imagination.

Killian could feel Dana Lee's breathing grow faster and deeper, and her pussy began to literally weep juices all over his face. He lapped them up, drinking her, but thirsty for more.

After a couple more minutes of kissing and stroking, Lindsey pulled back and said, "Mind if I share this hallucination with you?"

Dana Lee was dizzy from Mrs. Foster's kiss. "Huh?"

Killian froze at the sound of the unknown girl's voice. What was that? Is someone else in the room? He couldn't see because Dana Lee's pussy and thighs were blocking his mouth and eye-holes, so he listened carefully. He could hear Brandi snoring in the other bed, so it wasn't her. Is that Ayako?

Lindsey giggled. "I don't know why I'm asking you, Dana Lee. You're a hallucination too."

Killian stiffened with fear at the sound of her voice. No! That's not Ayako! Who is that?!!

Dana Lee looked at Mrs. Foster quizzically, then, much to her surprise, Mrs. Foster bent over and started sucking Killian's cock. Oh shit! She's sucking his cock! Fuck! A teacher is sucking a student's cock! It was absolutely the last thing on Earth Dana Lee had ever expected to see.