Kerry

Miss Kegelsworth had left, but Kerry picked up the slack. “Abstinence just leads to greater frustration and then, rather than planning and picking a good time, people jump at the opportunity and pay for it with STDs, disappointment, and maybe a baby or two.

“OK. To simulate this, I want you to do something for me. I want you to imagine something. There is, like, this really hot guy—the hottest guy you’ve ever met—and his lips are on yours. His fingers stroke through your hair. Every now and then, his tongue teases yours, sliding, thrusting into your mouth to remind you of what you want more than anything. Quickly and steadily, he is making you horny. Hornier and hornier.

“After all, there is nothing you want more than sex. Nothing better, more enjoyable than a stiff cock entering your body again and again. You know this. Your pussy is wetter than it’s ever been. Your nipples never stiffer. Your needs never stronger. Fingers and toys, pleasurable as they are, will not be enough this time. You need cock!”

“Unh!” gasped somebody, probably Marissa.

“Good girls. Hornier and hornier and hornier! He’s nibbling on your ear now, and his hands… Omigod! His hands!”

Vicky felt those hands under her blouse playing with her bra strap, undoing it without bothering to remove her shirt. Lips traced down her neck and her head tilted back to give better access. She needed to get naked. To show herself to him, but it was all her imagination, right? Her lover carefully unbuttoned her shirt, adoration shining in his eyes.

Her hands clenched into fists at her side, and she wished he’d go faster.

The music of tearing cloth and popping buttons accompanied by choruses of, “Uhm,” and, “Yeah,” filled Vicky’s ears.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Kerry squealed. “He’s licking your nipples, and they’re already so hard! So horny! Ohhh! Ooooh! Your pussy is just melting! He’d better start pounding it fast, or you’ll catch on fire!”

Vicky felt herself leaning back, her head rolling and spilling her brown hair on Jen’s desk, to push her breasts up into the feasting, curly blonde head. A moan slipped out her wide-open mouth as a tongue circled her areola. The heat between her legs burned her panties away and the craving for relief by pushing her groin against something—anything—overwhelmed her.

“Pussy so wet… nipples so hard… you need to fuck. You have to. He just snapped the waist band of your skirt. His fingers are walking down to the empty, yearning hole….”

She couldn’t stop herself from driving her hips up to meet the hand and grind herself on it. Vicky’s blood boiled. Her mind fried. Those fingers had to be inside her, or better yet, his dick.

“Fuck me, Julian!” she moaned. “Oh fuck, I need cock!”

Then Vicky froze and blinked. She ripped her hand out of her skirt and did up a button on her blouse in a blind panic before realizing it would be a good idea to get her bra back into place first.

She looked down. Somehow she’d pulled her bra beneath her breasts and that pushed them up into an enticing, fuller figure. And her nipples were enormous again, this time fully exposed to the world. It was a shame to have to cover them back up.

Fortunately, the whole class was lost in the throes of ecstasy, their skirts around their waists, their legs spread, and their panties piles of ash on the seats and floor.

Vicky looked further down. She blinked again, and quickly flipped her skirt up for a look. No panties. Her skirt had scattered their remnants, but some grey powder stuck to the wet stain marking just how turned on she felt. Smooth, wet skin seethed, her hips unconsciously rolling her pussy around, wondering what had happened. Where were the fingers? The cock?

Where’s the hair? I’m balder than Tammy! She stared for a few moments longer, her fingers itching to play and stroke and feel, but the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She dropped the skirt and looked back up and around. She wasn’t the only one lost to masturbatory excess. Kerry’s eyes drifted over Vicky’s breasts and slowly slid into eye contact, the teacher smirking the whole time. Vicky hadn’t been the only one checking herself out.

But now she had something else to look at. Kerry sat on Miss Kegelsworth’s desk, slowly stroking herself through her black thong. She’s spread her legs and pointed her dripping groin  right at Vicky, her own bra pulled down the same as Vicky’s, and the hand not servicing her hungry hole pinched a pointy cap to Kerry’s perfect right breast.

Her other nipple called out, “Come to me! Suck us both! You want it, you know you need it!”

Vicky felt something part her vaginal lips. It was just her hand, so she… she…. So she freaked out. Because both of her hands cupped and played with her breasts, teasing her own peaked nipples. Something else, a pair of fingers, found something and her body jolted, snapping her out of the horny fog.

Clothes on! I need to get dressed again! Need safe. Hide! Clothes! Stuffing her breasts back into her bra hurt. They were just too sensitive, but she couldn’t leave it half on and half off, she’d look stupid.

“Let me help you with that, Victoria,” said Kerry, suddenly standing over her. The teacher reached out and pulled the bra forward and up. Like an elastic, it snapped back and when it settled around her swollen and sweaty breasts, it was different. It wasn’t the same bra at all.

“That’s… impossible,” Vicky whispered.

“Then how did I just do it then?” Kerry asked, her blue eyes glittering.

“Magic?”

“More a miracle, like your breasts. You lucked out girl! You were born with a fine set of tits. I’ve been watching all class, and I kept getting pissed off at the way you had those bound up. Not comfortable, not properly supported, and not even pretty. Yuck! Completely wasted, so I’ve made sure you won’t be hiding them any more.”

Light blue and gauzy, the new bra was pretty, even if it was thin and showed off everything. Her nipples poked right through it, the red-pink of her areola and the colour seemed slightly washed out by the amount of skin visible. Beneath, blue ruffles made the roundness stand out, and sitting in the cleavage was a pointless ribbon tied into a bow. It didn’t do anything just sitting there. Maybe it was just supposed to attract attention.

She ran her fingers over the bow and then over the breast-encompassing material. What felt like seems between the bands of lace were actually cunningly hidden and padded support wires and the frills along the top were stronger than they looked. Together they guided the breasts into teardrops and connected up to the shoulder straps. On the outside the material was clearly lace, but on this inside some sort of lining made it all soft. Her straining nipples attested to that. She’d never had a bra anywhere near this comfy.

And it made her little breasts look positively huge. Not Kerry huge or Tammy huge or even Marissa huge, but dressed like this, maybe she could compete.

 Kerry had a mirror out and Vicky looked at herself more closely, trying to see herself the way a guy would. “I look like a slut,” mumbled Vicky, not nearly as disgusted as she sounded. Instead, she juiced up. Why hide this? she wondered. Why? I could love those breasts—those tits. I do love those tits, and they’re mine!

Kerry snorted. “You look hot. Hot does not equal slut; you could be a teasing bitch, you know, but frankly, slut is a lot more fun.

“Why do you hide that if not to frustrate the hell out of guys? Now button up and look at yourself,” said Kerry, moving the mirror around so Vicky could get a look from the side as she did up her shirt. Instead of a slow incline into a flattened peak and then a swifter decline, her torso was interrupted by a curve out into a large, round bump high on her chest as though the blouse was designed to show off rather than crush into asexual submission.

Tammy looked similar, but much, much bigger. And the smile on her face was gigantic. She hadn’t buttoned her blouse all the way back up, probably because she couldn’t, and actually showed off a hint of pink lace. Directly beneath, she looked to be having the same nipple problem as Vicky.

Vicky shuddered as Tammy’s Asian eyes swept over her.

Giggling, Tammy said, “You look so hot, Vicky. I totally want to eat you!”

I totally want to be eaten, thought Vicky, struggling to keep her hands away from her pussy. The inside of her thighs had to be completely soaked.

A body pressed into her from behind, complete with another pair of pointy nipples, and fingers cupped her boobs. Jen blew some hair away from Vicky’s ear and whispered, “I’d do her.”

Her thumbs strummed Vicky’s intensely aroused nipples and Vicky began to squirm. She really wanted Jen to let go and stop, but she really didn’t. Vicky melted, sinking into her friend, and then Jen did stop caressing and began undoing buttons.

“I’ve wanted this forever, Vicky,” cooed Jen. “I’m going to suck those tits until you cum and then eat you until—”

“Save it, Jennifer,” said Kerry, taking her place up at the front of the classroom. “Do you want to blow it now, or save it for the guys?”

Vicky’s ears perked up and her eyes popped back open.

“Guys?” asked Marissa, licking her lips. “I am so fucking horny. I’ll take three!”

Tammy already had a hand down the front of her skirt. “Ooooo! Why am I so horny? I totally need to get laid!”

“Then back to your seats, everyone! Last one doesn’t get any cock!”

“Fine by me,” said Jen, creeping a hand down Vicky’s stomach. “I’ll keep what I got.”

Vicky wrenched herself free and dropped into her seat leaving Jen the last girl standing.

“Vicky…” groaned Jen. “Tease.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to the… guys?” Trying to button her blouse back up, Vicky found that she couldn’t. Checking herself over, her bra even looked stretched and her nipples larger, if that was possible. Finally, she crushed her breasts together with her upper arms and fought her shirt closed just in time for Jen to finally sit and Kerry to continue with the lecture.

“OK! So you are out on a date, your partner’s hornier than hell—and let me tell you, that’s really, really horny—and you’re itching to get laid, too. Your parents would be exceptionally upset if you got pregnant, but there are alternatives, so welcome to Anal 101! Helping us out will be the fine young men of the Allbright Academy.”

“Huh?” said one of the boys suddenly lined up in front of the blackboard, confusion readily apparent both on face and in voice. Where they came from, Vicky had no clue, but she didn’t care anymore, either. Kerry tended to get what she wanted, and it just so happened that this was what Vicky wanted as well.

Not to be upstaged, another said, “What?”

Vicky barely noticed him because one of the other guys had her attention. Gap-mouthed, he stared back at her until Marissa cut off the view by leaping out of her seat with a growl.

“Cock! Please! I need it! Oh, fuck I need it!” In her haste, she tripped over one of Megan’s spread legs as the other girl masturbated, lost her footing, and wound up crawling to the line of boys.

“Oh Kay. That’s totally not the way to do it,” said Kerry. “Remember what I said about uncertainty heightening the pleasure? I don’t think any of the young gentlemen here have any doubts about what would happen if they were alone with you. I don’t think they have any doubts about what would happen in public. You clearly weren’t listening, so go stand in the corner.”

“What?”

“Go stand in the corner. That means no cock.”

“No!” Marissa shrieked. “Please no! I’ll get it right! I promise!”

“Hello? It’s too late! You blew it. If you’re good, maybe I’ll offer a make out… er, make up exam later.”

Marissa shook, whether it was with excitement, anticipation, or frustrated desire, Vicky couldn’t tell. “I’ll be good! I promise! I promise!”

“Then shut up and get in the fucking corner!” Kerry shouted.

Kerry’s face went sour as Marissa stumbled over Megan’s outstretched leg again. “She’s not a cheerleader, is she?”

“We don’t have cheerleaders here,” said Jen, leaning back in her chair. “They are an over-sexualized cliché that is at odds with the philosophy of this institution. Just like sex ed or whatever it is you’re doing here.”

“Jennifer,” sighed Kerry. “Come here.”

Obligingly, Jen stood and walked to the front of the class. She shot Vicky a glance and a wink on the way past and wagged her hips, deliberately or accidentally showing off the damp patch on the back of her skirt.

“Where are we?” asked one of the Allbright students, recovering from some sort of disorientation. Confusion seemed understandable to Vicky, seeing as they had been whisked half way across the city in the link of an eye. “Why can’t I move? What’s going on?”

“You,” said Jen, stopping in front of the speaker and walking her fingers down to his crotch, “are about to be raped. Hope you enjoy it! I know I would.” She half turned and cast a longing-filled gaze at Vicky.

Kerry put a hand on Jen’s shoulder and said, “Excuse me for a moment, Jennifer. I’ll handle this.” She turned the girl, who looked as though she were having a religious experience merely from the touch, and leaned her against the board. Jen slid to the floor moaning the moment Kerry let go.

“I don’t do rape. I find the enjoyment far too limited.” Mimicking Jen’s actions a few moment’s earlier, Kerry walked her fingers down to the boy’s groin, and then one-upped her student by cupping his balls. His eyes rolled and the slightest of tremors ran through his immobilized body. She kissed his cheek and said, “I simply want you to help me out with my girls. They need to learn some things, and there is no better teaching aid than live props. You help me and I’ll help you.” She whispered something in his ear and the boy nodded, his face going red.

Then the front of his pants exploded, revealing a ball sack bigger than anything Vicky had tried and failed to ignore in the evil e-mails. His dangling penis was also longer than her hand—and swelling as it became erect.

In front of Vicky, Megan moaned and shifted rhythmically in her seat.

“You’ll never be called stubby again,” said Kerry, stepping back to enjoy the expanding sight. “Can’t wait to use it, can you?”

“No Ma’am,” gasped the big-dicked boy, a dot of pre-cum at the tip of his penis stretching into a long, glistening fibre as it slowly fell to the floor from his outstretched, pulsing, rising shaft.

“Good boy. Megan—front row, third from left—likes you. Treat her well and be careful with that thing. You can break stuff with it if you turn too fast.

“OK. Jennifer,” said Kerry, turning to the quivering blonde and helping her up from the floor. “Since you don’t seem to be the slightest bit interested in participating, how about you take this and go to the corner with Marissa.”

“With pleasure!” Still shaking, Jen snatched the offered strap-on out of Kerry’s hand and staggered for a few moments before gathering her wits and walking swiftly to Marissa’s corner.

“Alright, Allbright!” shouted Kerry with a pump of her fist. “You want to know why you are here: The girls need practice in dealing with boys in a sexual situation. We don’t want any unpleasantness with pregnancies, so we’re going to stick to purely oral and anal sex. Any problems with that?”

Like robots, the entire line of guys shook their heads in unison.

“Good. Now I’m sure the girls can get you good and—”

“Ooooh gawd!” screamed Marissa.

Vicky’s head spun around along with the rest of the class to see what Jen and Marissa were up to. Marissa had good reason to scream because that had to hurt. Jen’s strap-on slammed deep into Marissa, pressing her tight against the wall and almost lifting her off her feet.

“Goddess,” hissed Kerry.

Pushing her hands against the wall and forcing herself backward, Marissa shouted, “Again! H-harder!”

Jen sped up her sawing and Marissa responded with an ecstatic, if broken by the rapid hammering, “Oh fuh! Huh! Huh! Huck! Goddess. Yes! Sorr-rr-rr-ry.”

But was Jen in her anus or doing it the right way? Either way should be safe, thought Vicky. It’s not like she can get pregnant from a chunk of rubber and plastic. A big, thick chunk of rubber and plastic filling her completely, making her want more, making her scream for it.

“Mmmmm.”

“Vicky? You have something to add?” asked Kerry, turning around from drawing a pair of highly detailed, anatomically correct figures on the blackboard behind the Allbright boys.

The noticeably erect Allbright boys, each with a stiff hunk of flesh ready for Vicky. A big, thick hunk of horny flesh that’ll fill me completely, make me want more, make me scream for it.

She wondered which one she’d get. The curly haired one looked nice, but the way the one beside him bulged in his pants seemed just as appealing.

“Victoria?” Kerry tapped the blackboard and drew Vicky away from the daydream where she had curly pubic hair in her face and a wide bulge pushing at her behind. The blackboard contained intricate diagrams a pair engaged in carnal relations. The guy was non-descript, but the female…

My tits aren’t that big, are they? wondered Vicky. The face and hair were a perfect match, but the huge orbs jutting from the picture’s chest just couldn’t be hers. She looked down at the staining blouse and decided, OK, maybe they are.

“You are so hot,” Tammy whispered, leaning in close. “I love your tits and so does that guy.” She gestured at one of the Allbright boys in the line-up whose eyes looked about to pop out of their sockets. They weren’t the only thing sticking out lewdly, but the other thing wasn’t such a lovely shade of green.

Kerry tisked. “No whispering, girls. This is serious stuff, sex. Pay attention.”

Vicky couldn’t. She’d made up her mind. The green eyed guy was going to be hers. Him and the throbbing, growing mass in his pants. It’s tip peeked out over the top of his belt and she couldn’t wait for the practical part of the lesson. She began listening to Kerry as the teacher went over the mechanics of anal sex.

“Regardless of what you may or may not have seen in the movies, you will need lube. As good as it feels, cocks are not really designed to go into asses, especially monsters like this one.” Standing behind Green-eyes, Kerry ran a nail up the tent in the boy’s pants, then used some of his copious pre-cum to slick her fingers and glide it over and around the head of his cock.

Green eyes twitched, more of his thing becoming visible as it got longer and thicker. Soon Vicky’d have it inside her. Soon!

But a dick up my butt? That seemed pretty creepy. Sure, there was no way it would get her pregnant, and she figured she’d still be a virgin afterward, but…. Ick.

“The first thing to know about anal is that it’s not for everybody,” said Kerry, pointing at a pair of animated figures spooned and visibly fucking on the blackboard. “Odds are some of you just won’t like it, but I think I’ve got a pretty good crowd here.”

The more she thought about it, the more Vicky became very curious about what it would feel like to have a cock in her ass. Not a dick in her butt or a penis in her anus, but an honest-to-god cock in her ass.

She could almost feel it. Greenie’s cock is going to feel so fucking good! I wonder what his name is. I hope it can fit. I want to be able to take all of him!

The chalk porno on the board had her pouring some slow-moving substance, probably some of Kerry’s lubricant, onto her cartoon lover’s cock—

“Mmmm. Cock.” She was really starting to love that word.

—and rubbing it in, around, over, under. Her drawn tongue licked around the head of the shaft, and then pulled back, making a face.

“God, that tastes horrible!” blurted Vicky, overwhelmed by the acrid flavour.

“Goddess,” said Kerry. “I know you have a lot of education in that respect to unlearn, so I’m going to cut you some slack. Don’t push your luck though.

“And yes, it does taste horrible. Although you can get it flavoured, I do not recommend eating it. Generally, something tasting bad is nature’s way of telling you not to eat it.”

Something poked Vicky in the butt. She looked around and squirmed, but then it came back and pressed against the opening. “Uhm…” she started to say, confused, but then it pushed harder and slipped right in, warm and spongy for all it’s hardness. “Oh my goh—goddess!”

“Yes!” shouted Kerry, pumping her fist in victory. “Someone finally fucking got it! I really had my hopes up for you, girl, and you you’ve lived up to my expectations!”

She pointed at the blackboard where Vicky’s face—a mix of shock, wonder, and more than a little pain—dominated the fucking figures. The thoroughly detailed cartoons stayed still, cartoon Vicky on her hands and knees and Julian Bois-du-Lac leaning over her, gripping her hips. Vicky squirmed in her seat, her ass half-full and stretched past her comfort zone.

Then the most favourite teacher Vicky ever had snapped her fingers and Cartoon Julian thrust slowly. Cartoon Vicky’s mouth opened, half smiling and half gasping, in response. Real Vicky’s expression again matched the other Vicky. All of the pain had vanished and more cock brought nothing but more pleasure.

She sat in her seat cooing and wriggling. Her legs spread and she lifted out of her chair experimentally, feeling the cock slide out.

“Ohhh fuck.” She lowered, pushing slightly to overcome the resistance, and sank her invisible lover in deeper. She hit something good deep inside and twisted to maintain the pressure before rising, only to drop and repeat over and over again.

On the blackboard, she sat on the sexiest man on earth, his cock filling her ass perfectly as her hips rolled and turned and rose and fell. Her breasts bounced and jiggled uncontrollably so her hands cupped them to hold them steady. Cupping wasn’t satisfying enough. She squeezed and pinched.

Practically lying on Jen’s desk, Vicky hastily opened her oh-so-very tight blouse while working her lower body around in circles. The buttons wouldn’t co-operate, so she—

“Boy, you have the worst luck with women,” said Bernard. “Dumped by Fionna Lodge, cheated on by Bethany Sword, Jean Devon danced away, Alyson Miller was just a mistake—”

“No it wasn’t.”

“She was too old for you.”

Julian shook his head. “Do you mind? I’m here to forget, not get stomped into the ground. You haven’t exactly done so well on the ladies front, either.”

Bernard shrugged and flashed the heart-melting smile that first turned a one-time TV appearance into a forty-three year career. “That’s because even at my age they can’t keep up with me. Listen to me, kid, what you need is a normal girl. You need to get real. You need someone you can take home to mother, not to the MTV awards. You need somebody sane for a change, not some drugged up celebrity trash.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So here’s what you do: Ask that waitress out.”

“Why? She’s probably just another wanna-be actress.”

“This is Saint Paul, Minnesota, Julian. Not LA.” Bernard scanned the rest of the inside of the nightclub. “Professional waitresses really do exist he—Yow!”

“What?” Julian tracked Bernard’s stare to a quartet in blue and white uniforms. “Those are high school kids. You go to Jail for that stuff.”

“Wrong for two reasons, boyo. One they need ID to get in here. We could fall back on that, but those are not the boobies of a teenager.”

“Holy shit,” said Julian, recoiling slightly. “Those are bigger than her head.”

“Shall we introduce ourselves?” asked Bernard, standing.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably strip….” He trailed off as he sighted the cutely bespeckled brunette with the pony tail. “Er. Sure.”

Bernard smiled and lead the way. “My friend here,” he started, not bothering with any introductions, “could use the company of a few down-to-earth college girls.”

“Well actually,” said the Chinese girl who’d caught Bernard’s attention. Up close Julian could see that her breasts really were bigger than her head. “We’re strippers.”

Julian choked.

“Speak for yourself, Tammy,” said the brunette, smiling up a Julian.

“Oh miss high-and-mighty Business Admin major.”

“Come on, Marissa. One of us needed to stay in school.”

“Hey,” said the blonde with the bob, “I graduated.”

“And then became a stripper, Marissa,” said the brunette.

“Yeah? So? Megan’s a hooker.” the waist-length blonde shot back. “And so’s Miss Kegelsworth. At least we’re clean; the rest of the class was teen pregnancy city.”

“Yeah,” the brunette conceded. “So much for sex-ed, huh? A class of twenty-seven CSGs and only four unwed mothers.”

Julian and Bernard looked at each other, confused. “CSGs?” asked Julian.

“Catholic School Girls,” answered the long-haired blonde. “I’m Jen. My girlfriend there is Marissa, boom-boom’s Tammy, and the one undressing you with her eyes is Victoria—AKA Posh.”

“Jen….” The girl named Victoria looked away quickly.

“She’s had a crush on you for years,” Jen continued.

“Jen!”

“Fantasizes about doing you—”

“Jen! Shut the fuck up!”

“—in the back of a limo,” Tammy, Marissa and Jen all said together.

“Glad to hear it,” said Bernard. “Allow me to call my driver around and we can get right to business. Normally I prefer some pretence of foreplay—I’m not a slut after all—but for you, my dear, I can make an exception.”

Victoria sunk into the bench seating, her eyes flashing, “Help me! Please help me!” to Julian.

He smiled back and shrugged. “Dance?”

She looked at him incredulously.

 “Take your passion,” roared the speakers, “And make it happen!”

She nodded. She reached out and took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. She arched slightly on her way up, as though trying to pull his attention away from her eyes and to her breasts. He didn’t go for it.

“I think I’d like that,” she replied, flashing a grin that made him glad that he hadn’t given in to the temptation.

He did give in later, but by then it had become obvious that she really did want him to look. Her Asian friend was stacked well past the point of ridiculousness and the two blondes most definitely qualified for busty, but Victoria had proportion going for her. A few dances later, after she took off the school blazer, he got a better look. They were a bit big for her frame, easily noticeable, but not huge or anything. As for the frame and the rest of the deal, she easily had the look the entertainment industry was after, a nice voice, and she hung out with a group of strippers so she likely didn’t have any problems with being on display.

He tried to push the calculating side away, but it wouldn’t go. It was in full agreement with the horny side. Both were saying, “Take the girl home and introduce her to the romantic side. There could be something here.”

“She’d make a good date at award shows, and if she has half the savvy her education boasts, she’ll make a great partner,” said the calculator.

“Screw that!” interrupted the horndog. “Lookit those tits. Man, her nipples are fuckin’ amazing, and check out those legs and that ass next time she twirls.”

He did next time she twirled, and the pervert had a point. Still, he had to be careful. One bullshit sex assault claim and poof went the career. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Tape the stuff for your own defence and sooner or later it will wind up on the internet.

The debate went back and forth in the background, further and further into the back, for another few songs, before he fell back on the old school approach and asked, “Do you think I could have your number?”

While Julian and Vicky danced, Bernard watched and made small talk with the stripper trio, thinking many of the same things as his younger associate. Ultimately, he came to a different conclusion.

“Well,” he said, sliding off the bench and standing. “It looks like the lad is doing just fine and it has been a pleasure chatting with you ladies, but I should be going.”

“Wait a second,” said Tammy as Bernard turned away. “Where the hell d’you think you’re going?”

“I’m not as young as I used to be. At my peak, I would have seen to it that the three of you had a night to remember. But alas….”

“Like hell. You’re my mom’s favourite Actor. When she finds out I slept with Bernard Webb she’ll freak! Besides, I always did want to know who’s better: Captain Avisher or Captain Pickel.”

She looked around at her two blonde friends, nodded, and then pulled Bernard back onto the bench.

“Cover me girls,” she sang and mounted him, the globes of her breasts pulling gaps between the buttons of her white blouse. She thrust her shoulders back and her top burst, bouncing a red bra patterned with gold dragons into his face. One of the blondes dropped beside him to block onlookers and to begin nibbling on his ear. The long-haired blonde’s fingers toyed at his crotch until Tammy batted them away and opened up his pants.

Bernard had the feeling that he was being raped, and worse, that it would be in all of the rags in the morning, but then he stopped and thought about it. At his age, it could be exactly the recharge his career needed. Plus, the girl already had her hand inside his pants skilfully fondling him past erection, and that was a hell of a good decision maker. Her lips sealed to his, parted, and then the kissing began in earnest, as she rolled a condom down over his throbbing shaft.

With the blondes murmuring dirty words of unnecessary encouragement, Tammy rose, smothering Bernard between masses of boob as she lined him up.

“You’re good at this,” he groaned, an electric sensation running down his cock ahead of the descending girl.

“I better be,” she moaned back. “I got a real education in sex.”

“He’s 64,” read the headline at the checkout stand. “These girls still need him!”

The naughty bits were all obscured and the picture grainy, but Kerry sorted that out quickly as she scanned the remainder of the front-page stories

“And who is this with Julian?” Kerry broke down into a giggling fit as she put the magazine back on the rack. “Who indeed?”

“My word!” said the old lady behind her in the queue, grabbing the image-refined magazine. “Is that really Bernie Webb?”

“Who would have imagined it, huh?” asked Kerry. “At his age! At least he’s single. I hate it when they cheat.”

“And that singing lad. Now I see what my grand daughter always saw… in his band. All of that high-pitched screaming they did…. Honestly!” the lady responded, a twinkle in her eye as her hair darkened and her spine unbent. “I can’t say I liked their music, or the drugs, but I wouldn’t mind some of that myself.”

“You know it, girl.” said Kerry, turning back to the till.

The scanner beeped as the checkout girl slid over it, her bared breasts dragging. It beeped again as the bagger plunged into her from behind, pushing her forward again.

Kerry looked at the two appraisingly. “I think you could deal with a bit more, little miss priss. You’ll be nicer to him next time, won’t you?”

The counter girl moaned, and the scanner beeped.

“You’ll have to be or he won’t give you any on your break. That would be a real shame, wouldn’t it? Faster service would be nice, too, but I can see you’re busty right now.

“Oooh!  Talk about Freudian slips! I meant to say ‘busy!’” She pursed her lips. “But come to think of it—”

The bagger’s grunt drowned out that thought as part of him stiffened and the rest thrust like mad into the squirming pussy of his nearly orgasmic co-worker.

“Zak!” shrieked the counter girl. “Zak! Za— Oh my god. I can feel…! You-you’re cumming in me! I think the condom broke!”

“You are so stupid!” gasped Zak. “Huh-hello! That’s why we double bag the large items. Duh!”