****** First Orgy by thisold1 ******
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First Orgy


A reader wrote and asked me to write a story with an interesting twist. This
short story is based purely on "what if". Hope some of you enjoy it.


My first orgy and nothing had ever prepared me for this. Females, all much
younger than me, ran around, their faces hidden behind funny masks, their tits
in various states of bareness. I took a deep swallow of my third drink,
wondering if any of the hot females were students in my history class.

"Told you there's nothing like hot, college pussy to get your mind off
correcting papers, didn't I?" My host, a student who had gained my friendship
when he had first entered my classroom some months before. "Now, remember, no
one can say a word. Just have fun, find one and fuck her, but you can't say a
word. Right?"

I nodded as I watched a tall blonde pull her blouse open for a masked boy to
decide what he wanted to do. He nodded enthusiastically, and they were off to
fuck and unmask each other. Finding a table, I sat down and watched the fun
going on around me in the old barn that hid this college "end of semester" orgy
from everyone in this uptight community. It had been many years since I had
"let my hair down" and did something as wild and stupid as this. Never once did
I think I would end up putting my job-mine and my family's future-on the line.

A fourth drink and I knew I deserved this. She caught my eye from the far side
of the barn. Tall, auburn hair, her tits straining at the silky material of her
bra, her blue jeans seemingly several sizes too small. She was looking right at
me. Drink number five. She made her way through the crowd, her hips swaying, my
mind moaning as I mind-fucked her at least a half dozen times before she pulled
out the chair and sat down. I looked into her eyes. I knew these eyes, but I
just couldn't place which of my students they belonged to. My eyes left hers
and drifted down to her chest. God damn! I wanted those tits. Wanted to lick on
them, fondle them, fuck them if I could. Her lips curled up. She reached up and
slowly pushed the bra up off her tits, a sign that she was interested, a sign I
was more than interested. God! Young tits always amazed me. Why did they wear a
bra to hold up what stood out so proudly without any help? These were prime
examples of perfection. Silky smooth skin flowing down to erect nipples, both
being offered to me, her teacher, that she could not have known, only that I
was an older man. She reached out, took my drink and downed it, sitting the
glass back down as she smiled at me, holding out her hand in an invitation to
really do what my eyes and mind had been doing since I had laid eyes on her.

The bed was a blanket thrown over a few bails of hay in a room with more
blankets for walls. The music played in the background as voices came to my
ears. Some were laughing, others were screaming out in passion, obviously not
caring if anyone heard their sounds. My little prize sat down on the makeshift
bed, reached behind her, undid the clasps of the bra and slid it off her sweet
body, taking her all fired time doing it. She dropped it to the hay-covered
floor, and turned to me, a slight blush coming to her face, contrasting with
the green mask she had on. I was on my knees in front of her. My lips kissed at
her left nipple; my left hand cupping over the young right tit. She put her
arms out behind her, reclining as she magically moved me along with her body's
movement.

Young tits. Young body. Young night. My lips held onto the nipple as my tongue
flicked over the nipple's hardness. An old man in a young heaven. This was
bliss. Her nipples even tasted young as my fingers played over the other tit,
seeking out every sensory touch she had to offer from her hard nipple to the
flatness of her chest. Stopping for a moment, I pushed her to the bed, undid
her pants with trembling fingers, and started to fight with the too tightly
fitting jeans as my fingers quickly grew into two hands, sharing what seemed to
be ten thumbs.

She giggled at my battle. I had heard that giggle. God damn it. Which one was
she? Amber? I had her in my first class. She was a close bet. Tina? No, Tina
had shorter hair. I wanted to know which of my students I was about to lay pipe
into, but the not knowing was maybe the wildest part. With her pants off, I
figured to take my time and show her just what an old man could do. My lips
kissed at the toes of her right foot, and she giggled that giggle again. I
slipped the toes into my mouth and slowly slid my tongue between her toes,
praying to God above that she wasn't ticklish. By the sound of her moan, she
wasn't too ticklish as I continued giving her the one thing I used to love to
do, that is, until my wife had put an abrupt halt to it far too many years ago.
I started kissing my way upward. Over her feet, then on up her slender legs. I
spent a few moments sucking on her knees, a preview of what I was heading for.
As I kissed up from the inside of one thigh to the other, I felt her body
tremble deeply, her legs opening wider as I continued upwards.

Yes, my host was right. What could be better than a young college pussy? When I
came to the juncture of her thighs and her body, my tongue dug into the silky
flesh, bringing her hips off the bed of hay bails. She yelped out playfully as
I kissed my way up around her pubic hair and down the other side, making sure I
took enough time to keep her attention. Attention? Nothing grabs a young female
better than lips planted on her wet pussy. And this one was irrigation system
wet. I had to chuckle as I kissed the wet slit up and down.

My family thought I was locked behind those doors, fighting to stay awake as I
graded the seemingly endless supply of poorly written essays. But no. Here I
was, my face planted against one of my student's pussies, my lips kissing and
taunting as she opened her legs even more. My tongue slid into the wet depths
of youthful delight. She made an animal-like groan, putting her hands above her
head as if a sign of her total surrendering. A sign for even more. Her clit was
wildly erect. It stuck out like a sign begging for the attention of a passing
motorist. It seemed to have a mind of its own, a taste so sweet, and a feel so
demonically right. She shivered as my tongue played over its swollen top, my
hands working up her sides to seek out those fantastic tits. This girl had no
problems with letting go and cumming. She pumped her hips at my face as her
wetness increased. She gurgled out a deep moan, putting her legs over my
shoulders, making it hard to keep working at those fine tits. Oh, well, there
are other places for hands and fingers on a body like this, a body made to pass
any test this old teacher could put it to. I lifted her hips up with my hands,
opening her even wider as my lips sucked her clit deep into my mouth, holding
it there as I tried to beat out a tune to an old rock song on it. She may well
have never heard the tune "Wipe Out," but one thing for sure; she knew how to
dance with those hips to my version of it. Nothing better than sucking on a
clit, well, outside of doing it to a woman who enjoyed it.

She was screaming out her climax now. Her body thrashed about as she whimpered,
moaned, groaned and came. Outside the blanket wall, I could here people
cheering us on. Wow, this teacher had himself a cheering section. I pulled away
from her juicy pussy as she gasped for air. The juices ran down towards her
shapely ass. Ah, now a new test came to my mind as I smiled to the feeling of
power that I had all but forgotten. I was fucking this little student with a
gusto I had only remembered from my own college days, but those days had been
without the knowledge I had picked up between then and now, a knowledge my wife
had considered gross, reminding me that I had more to think of than my
perverted thoughts as I had found myself with a cold wife and a young daughter
to take care of. Life really sucked back then.

My tongue lashed out at her clit again, quickly getting her on the rise to
another climax. As her moans deepened and her breathing came in quick, deep
gasps, my fingertip played in her wetness and instant before it slide slowly
into her anal opening. A shriek of painful pleasure echoed in the barn as I
heard a victory cheer and hands clapping. My tongue continued its torture as my
finger slowly slid in and out of her ass as she found herself unable to regain
any control. She was mine now, and I had every intention of finding many ways
to see her, even after I got fired when old Dean Smith found out I had banged
one of her "little girls". Never in my life had I ever been with a female who
got into this oral thing like this one did. She went crazy. Flopping from
climax to climax, but not once did she make any indication that she wanted it
to stop. Hell, I didn't want to stop, not now that my host had come in to watch
the old Yoda of sex put on a demonstration of what real history was made of.

I pulled her arms to her side and held her down as I managed to get my cock
lined up with her opening. Her eyes got big as I slowly slide it into her...
She was no virgin, but she sure the fuck was tight, her muscles tightening
around my shaft as I slid deep into her wet, hot and sweetly young pussy. She
was mine, and I was going to hold her down as I fucked my cum into her to prove
it. Never had I fucked with someone watching, let alone a bunch of kids
listening to me. Fuck, I had bit my lips so hard the few times my dear, loving
wife had allowed sex. Had bit down so my daughter would not know what I was
doing. Now I could care less if both wife and daughter were standing beside the
host. Let them see what I was capable of doing besides teaching the boring
parts about Manifest Destiny.

My cock slammed into her as her body moved under my thrusts. She tried to pull
her hands free but I held her firmly down, my eyes now seeing anything but what
my building lust allowed. Now I was more than the old, boring teacher. Now I
was the conqueror, taking his prize, doing to her what men of old did to the
conquested lands. She was mine. She wasn't getting away this night, and, no
matter what it took, she would not get away many other nights in the future,
not if I had to see my soul to hell to have this.

I heard my shouts of passion. Felt my body slamming against her. Could see the
surprise in her eyes as I fucked her as if there would be no tomorrow... She
was now returning to me blow for blow. Her hips thrust up each time I thrust
into her. Our grunts and groans blending into a purely sexual song as we openly
fucked each other, not caring if the whole world was watching. I felt my cock
swell as cum surged through it. I was unable to move as I watched helplessly as
the host reached down and pulled the mask off my young slave. I gasped out in
shock, unable to stop my cumming as the mask gave way to a face I had known too
well. "Daddy!" She gasped as my mask was pulled off. "You fucking wildman!"
Then she started laughing as the last of my seed entered her body and I
couldn't help but collapse onto her body.

"I am so sorry, honey," I whimpered against her firm tits as I tried to catch
both my breath and my thoughts.

"For what?" she replied in a whispering, her fingers brushing through my hair.
"You think I wasn't in on this all along?"

"But why baby. Why?"

"We felt you deserved it. I am sure you needed something more than jerking off
and going to your classes with no hope in your eyes. God, Jeff could see it; I
could see it. We both love you."

"But I just fucked my daughter," I moaned, trying to force back the tears.

"I'll get rid of the few left," Jeff whispered, his hand patting me on the
back. "You two have a lot to talk about."

And talk we did. We sat and cried to each other that night. We cried and
laughed but the one thing we did was talk. She told me how fed up she was with
my putting up with her mother, a mother who was fucking around while I was
teaching class. A mother who openly snickered at the idea that I was jerking
off while she was in the next town fucking any man she could get long enough to
enjoy.

"Divorce her, daddy," she said as we watched the sunrise from the sliding doors
of the barn. "You got me now, you don't need to go on hurting like you have."

I nodded my head and laughed softly as I put my arms around her, pulling her
close to me. "You know, you sure unleashed a monster tonight. Think you can
handle it?"

"I'm sure that, between Jeff and I we can keep that monster happy with a young
treat from time to time." Jeff became my assistant. Not only was he good at
supplying a nice freshman or two for parties, he was damn good at his job. As
for my daughter? After my wife was out of the picture, I bought that farm way
out on the back road and made sure the students had a place to party, the
police being more than happy to get them out of town when they needed to let
off steam.

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