Michael's Erotic Trifecta- Acts 1 & 2 free porn video

Michael Johnson has finally gotten home from school. He was hot and sweaty. He had had gym the last period and they had a three mile run and then he played dodge ball. Because it had been the last period of the day and Mike was in such a huge hurry to get home, he skipped a shower, figuring he could take one there. Michael was fourteen.

Mike had been in a hurry to get home on this day because something very exciting had happened to him near the end of his lunch period. Haley, a very pretty girl who sits next to him in his history class, had not only flirted with him, but had actually backed him into a utility closet just off the cafeteria. Once inside with the door closed she had taken one of his hands and placed it on her breasts.



She had a bra on, but still he could feel their firmness and her hard little nipples had sent electrical shocks straight to his cock. Then she had eagerly reached down and felt his hard-on through his pants. And wouldn't you know it, the bell chose that moment to ring. They broke things off quickly, she asking him to let her go out first, and then he could follow in a couple of minutes.

As she was leaving she whispered, "I hope I see you tomorrow," and was gone. He slipped out a bit later, but of course by then Haley was nowhere in sight. He had sported one helluva boner throughout the rest of his afternoon classes, but at least in gym he had gotten a chance to run it off. But the entire afternoon had left him straining at the leash, he could not wait to get home.

And now at long last Mike was home. He went into the house and loudly called out "Hey Sis!" several times to no answer, twin sister Susie evidently wasn't home. Usually she gets home ahead of him, and he puzzled for a moment before deciding that perhaps she had gone to a friend's house. 'Anyway, all the better for me,' Mike thought to himself, and he went straight upstairs to his room.



Usually Mike is super careful when he is doing one of his after school jack-offs. In his mind it would never do for him to corrupt his innocent twin sister by letting her see him pleasure his long cock. That meant not only closing his door but also locking it. Of course, there was no way to lock the door to the bathroom he shares with his sister except from the inside, but at least he always made sure it was tightly closed. However, on this day Mike was careless and would pay the price.

Susie wasn't here, and if she wasn't here now he figured she probably wouldn't get home until the time their parents get home from work. So Mike had carelessly left the door to his room ajar, and he had left the door to their shared bathroom wide open. Exhausted, but still crackling with sexual tensions from his lunch encounter, he sauntered over to his bed, unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt tossing it on the floor, then undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Sitting on the side of the bed he took off his shoes, then stood back up to slide down his jeans and finally his briefs. With a big sigh he flung himself stark naked onto his bed, lying on his back, his arms flung to the side. Slowly but surely Mike let his mind drift back to the lunch break incident with Haley. She, like he, was fourteen. She is what his buddies would call "drop dead gorgeous."

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a complexion best described by the words peaches and cream. She has a cute little pug nose overlooking a pair of full, sensuous lips. And to top matters off, Haley has what many of those same buddies would describe as a nice rack (bosom) and a figure very near the finish line on the scale of female development. But how did it take place?



First off . . . Haley brought her lunch over to the table where he was sitting and sat herself down next to him. They didn't talk much during lunch. Mike is a no nonsense . . . one thing at a time kind of guy, and eating is one thing that cries for his full attention. But after lunch Haley had started in on him. Out of the blue she had said, "I'll bet you a dollar you're ticklish," and she started tickling him in the ribs and under his arms.

He tried his damnedest to deny being ticklish, but he was laughing so hard she was proving him wrong. Finally, he was laughing to the point where he was afraid of losing bladder control, so he stood, picked up his tray, and made a beeline to the place where you deposit used trays. She was up pursuing him, and the minute he made it out into the hall . . . she was up against him . . . tickling away.

The door to a utility room was open, and Mike backed his way inside and tried closing it, but he wasn't quick enough and she was in there right after him. That's when she closed and locked the door, after which she grabbed his hand and placed it immediately on her tits.

While Mike was probing her breasts . . . his right hand was idly fondling his naked cock underneath his pants. It was extremely hard, had been ever since the incident in the utility closet took place, and he was finally going to be able to give it the kind of attention it had been crying for all afternoon. But he had decided to take it slow. There was no rush, he had all the time in the world.

He hadn't yet started the rhythmic jacking motion which would finally bring him his relief, he was just fondling his cock lovingly as he relived the memory of his hand feeling Haley 's young breasts. His mind recreated the slight shock touching Haley 's stiff nipples, and he curled his fingers around his meat and slowly began the drill.

Mike was so absorbed in his memories, he didn't notice the sound of the front door opening and closing, nor the twin sets of footsteps which had come into the house and begun climbing the stairs. It was Haley 's fourteen-year-old, twin sister Susie, and as luck would have it . . . with her friend Abby. They were planning to study together. When the girls reached the top of the stairs, Susie heard an all too familiar rhythmic squishing noise coming from the open door to her brother Mike's room.

She motioned her friend to silence, and the two of them crept down the hall until they reached Mike's open door. Susie put her finger to her mouth, again signaling quiet, and she peeped in Mike's room. Abby peeped in alongside her. It took a couple of seconds for their eyes to adjust and their brains to comprehend, but when the scene came into focus, they saw Susie's brother Mike stretched out on his bed . . . stark naked.

His fist was pumping away on that erect pecker which grew out of his groin. Susie and Abby both turned to look at one another, and then looked back into the room. Smiles appeared on their faces . . . and then almost in unison . . . Abby leading the way . . . they quickly skimmed off their tops, unhooked their small bras . . . dropped them on the floor . . . and put back on their tee-shirts. Two sets of hard nipples now poked out the front of their shirts as they entered the room.

On the bed Mike was busy recalling the memory of his hand feeling Haley 's breasts, and as his mind relived the myriad feelings he had been having . . . his fist was gradually increasing its tempo. He could feel the telltale stirrings beginning deep in his groin. Suddenly from out of nowhere the two girls sailed into the room. "What'cha doing, Mikie?" his sister cheerfully asked as she strode briskly towards the bed. "Uh-oh . . . Is that what guys call . . . jacking off?" asked her friend Abby, who was matching Susie step for step.

Mike froze in mid stroke. He panicked. His hand fell away from his lance, and his once proud soldier flopped onto his belly with a loud plop, wilting like a day old flower. And his blush was as red as a beet. His first thought was to quickly cover his nakedness but his clothes were on the floor and he was lying on top of his bed sheets with nothing on.

"Oh, what happened to your poor thingy?" squealed Abby, bending down and taking Mike's now limp cock in her hand, in the fond hope of reviving it. Mike started to object to this fresh young hand . . . who he hardly knew . . . blatantly handling his most private part. But then waves of incredibly good feelings began sweeping through his body and he found himself powerless to speak. Abby was his sister’s age. To Mike's mind, her touch shouldn't have meant a blessed thing to him, but he couldn't believe how good her enthusiastic touch was making him feel.

Still holding onto his meat, Abby turned to Susie. "How come it got all soft?" she asked, a distinct whine in her voice. Susie shrugged, "I guess we caught him by surprise." "Hmmm . . . Is there anything we can do to make it get big again?" Abby suggested. "I'm not sure," said Susie, "but Becca says boys get excited looking at girls' boobs. Tell you what . . . why don't you take your tee-shirt off and let him see your breasts? Maybe that'll bring it back to life." Mike stared back and forth at the girls, not believing this suggestion.

Abby dropped Mike's cock just long enough to use both her hands to pull her tee-shirt over her head. Her titties were fully aroused underneath it. After flinging it to the floor she turned her attention back to Mike's growing cock. At fourteen, Abby did not yet have what Mike's crowd would call a rack, but she did have two handsome growths decorating her upper chest. About the size of apples, they consisted of two very pale young hillocks jutting from her skinny frame, each topped with a pencil eraser-sized nipple.



Mike was amazed, he had never considered his sister’s friend as having anything of interest chest-wise. Abby certainly had nothing to rival Haley, but what she did have . . . was immediate candy to his eyes. Mike instinctively reached out to touch one of them, then pulled up short. Abby looked up and saw him. "Go ahead . . . touch 'em if you want," she offered. "After all, I'm yanking on your yummy cock." Mike's hand immediately closed the distance and he began twiddling and tweaking her breasts . . . but especially her nipples.

Susie just stood there, wordlessly watching her best friend handling her twin brother's rapidly stiffening cock while he was fooling around with her boobs. The erotic sight . . . made wave after wave of tingles flood her crotch. She immediately wanted to play with herself, but was too afraid. Afraid that doing so in front of her brother and her best friend would embarrass her. Or them. Finally, she could keep silent no longer. "What does it feel like, Abby?" Mike was amazed the girls were talking . . . as if he wasn’t even in the room.

Abby looked up, with an expression of sudden recognition on her face. She was so excited she had plumb forgotten Susie was in the room. "I can't find words to describe it," she said, "It . . . well, it feels just great. Here . . . you try it." She twisted Mike's cock . . . right at his sister.

"No, I can't," she squealed, "he's my brother."

"Brother, smother," said Abby. "He's a boy, and all boys have cocks, and all cocks are fair game for us girls. Come on," she said pulling Susie closer so as to bring her hand to Mike's shaft, "give it a try." Susie was tentative as she first took it in her hand, but after a minute she began to relax and soon warmed into feeling her brother's stiff shaft. Abby said, "Here, let me pull off your tee-shirt too. It feels really great when he feels your boobies as you're feeling his cock."

And so sister Susie's chest was bared for Mike's enlightenment. He had not seen her naked in several years, long before she had begun getting titties. Mike found himself admiring his sister's tits, for whereas Abby's boobs were apple size with large, eraser like nipples, Susie's were more like tangerine halves, skin milk white orbs with nipples a bright pink color almost like edible wild strawberries. Abby reached over and took Mike's hand, and brought it right up to his sister's breasts. On impact . . . both felt an electric like jolt . . . when first contact was made.

"This feels s-o-o-o-o-o good," said Susie after a couple of minutes of her brother feeling her boobs as she felt his staff, "but what exactly is s'pposed to happen when you do all this stuff?"

"I'm not sure exactly . . . cuz I have never been with a boy like this before," said Abby, "but Mica Carver says she jacks off her sixteen-year-old brother Harry most every day . . . and she says she just loves doing it. He gives her money, and she likes that 'cause she's a little young to be make money babysitting. But she says she loves doing him so much . . . she would gladly keep doing it even if he didn't pay her. She's just not gonna mention it to him though."

"How do you jack-off a boy?" Susie asked.

"Here, let me have a try. I watched my cousin do himself last summer. I think I can figure it out what to do." And so Abby went back to Mike's cock, and carefully curled her fingers around the stem. Then she began the familiar up and down motion she'd seen her cousin doing when she had spied on him. Mike went back to playing with Abby's titties, truly amazed at what was being done to him . . . by two girls at the same time.

Her nipples were hard and his touching and tweaking them was sending shock wave feelings to his cock, exactly like those he had felt when he had been feeling up Haley’s nipples through her bra. Except feeling Abby's nipples was much nicer since her breasts were entirely bare, and the electric-like ripples were so much stronger. Suddenly Mike surprised both girls by speaking for the first time.

"Ah . . ." Mike started to say.

"Abby," she said, seeming to want very much for him to know her name, "I'm Abby."

"Yeah Abby, how would you like to do me a great big favor?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure, I guess so," she said, "what would you like me to do?"

"Would you get naked for me? I've never really seen a girl naked before . . . at least not since I was a little kid . . . playing doctor."

"Sure, I'm seeing you, I guess it'd be only fair for you to see me." Reluctantly she turned loose his cock long enough to skin her shorts and panties off. Then she stood with her legs wide apart and went back to stroking his meat. And there it was before his very eyes as he admired the intersection between her teen legs. Two crinkly slightly pinkish lips with a little bump peeking out near the top. At the sight of it, Mike found himself letting out a huge sigh.

"You can touch me if you want," said Abby cheerfully, "after all, I'm touching this awesome cock of yours."

Mike's hand seemed drawn to it . . . as if by magnetism. The minute his finger made contact, however, a jolt the likes of which he had never known shot from her pussy directly into his finger. Then went crackling throughout his entire body and as he jerked his hips. Immediately . . . his hot cum erupted from his throbbing cock. Abby froze in shock.

"Don't stop!" pleaded Mike, "Keep doing it . . . pleeaaase!" She resumed, though with not quite the passion as before . . . as she was suffering from the effects of a sympathetic orgasm of her own. Mike's stiff cock spewed several more times and ended up dribbling on Abby's hand. All three were speechless. Abby was so weak she almost couldn't stand. As a result, she crawled up beside Mike on his bed not taking her hand off of his now limp shaft.

Susie, who at first had been ashamed of playing with herself in front of them, reacted to the highly erotic scene in a more passionate way. She ended up shoving her shorts and panties down to her ankles and fingering herself unashamedly. Unbeknownst to them, she had cum right along with her brother and her friend. She was so weak she could hardly stand, and looked around for some place to sit.

"Crawl up here on the bed with us?" said Abby, and Susie kicked her shorts and panties off on to the floor and crawled up onto the bed. It was a tight fit, with three naked teens on what amounted to a twin bed, but it was cozy. And everyone was very happy.

It was at least ten minutes before there were any signs of life. Mike fought his way through the cobwebs clouding his mind, and finally began to come to. As he came out of his daze he was curious. "Abby, why did you come in and take hold of my cock like that? Have you ever done anything like that with a guy before?"

Abby shook her head. "Nope, never. But last summer my seventeen-year-old cousin Sam came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. I had a lot of fun teasing him, parading around in just my underwear all the time, and lots of times I didn't even wear a top . . . showing off my titties. I could see him getting really huge down there. Finally, one day, I spied on him while he was doing it”.

“I didn't let on I was watching. It was way too interesting and I was afraid if he knew I was there . . . he would quit. But the next day I told him I had seen him, and hinted that I would consider doing it for him if he'd like. I want you to know he just freaked out! He was shaking like a leaf . . . he was so upset with me. I didn't dare bring it up with him again, but seeing him doing it planted a seed in my mind with you, I guess.”

“I was really spellbound with the way he was pounding his cock, and I made up my mind that as soon as possible, I was gonna find some boy who would let me help him do it. I just never dreamed that “some boy” would turn out to be my best friends twin brother Mike, and that's the truth." She turned to face Mike. "Did . . . did I do it okay?"

"Oh god, did you? You did positively great!" answered Mike. "I never dreamed someone could make me feel so good, but you sure as hell did."

"My question is . . . Is it ever gonna get big again?" she asked wistfully, waving it back and forth with her hand.

"Most likely," he said, "but it may take a while. Listen Susie, I'm really sorry you caught me like this. You weren't here when I got home and I guess I was a little careless. I thought you probably wouldn't get back until the folks got home. But I sure didn't mean for you to catch me doing this. A brother is supposed to protect his little sister from stuff like this, not corrupt her."

Susie raised up her head to look at Mike over Abby. "Don't be sorry, Mikie. I'm glad you left your door open. I've heard those squishy noises before. For the longest time I've been dying to see what it was you were doing in here, but you always had your door closed . . . so I never could see anything. I'm thrilled I finally got to see you shoot your stuff. It was really cool. And . . . if . . . if you would ever like to have me . . . help you do it, like Abby did today, I would dearly love to do that for you. Okay?"

"Uh, okay. Sure, Susie. I'd love to have you do me. I think that would be the absolute greatest. We'll have to be very careful though . . . not to let the folks find out. Daddy would serve up my balls up for dinner if he knew I had let his darling little angel, jerk me off." Susie blushed and Abby giggled.

"So how come you wanted to jack off when you got home from school today?" Abby asked. "Do you always come home horny, or was there something special that set you off?"

Mike turned on his side and gave Abby a look. She looked so curious and sincere he had to smile. Susie piped up, "Mom says teenaged boys are walking hormone overloads, whatever that means, and they have . . . big boners . . . morning, noon and night. Right Mikie?" Mike smiled and nodded, "That's what she says."

"But what was so special about today?" prodded Abby. "Was there something that happened to make you get, what's the word . . . all horny? And where does the word ‘horny’ come from anyway?"

"Horny's the right word alright," said Mike, "I think it’s because a boy's cock . . . when it's hard . . . it’s like a ram's horn. Although the word is used to describe both boys and girls when they get turned on. And as to why I was especially horny today . . . that's nobody's business but my own, of course. Let me just say there was something that happened at lunch which made me super horny."

"What was it?" prodded Susie further, "What happened? Please tell us," said Abby.

"Well, it truly is nobody's business but my own, and if I tell you . . . each of you will have to swear not to say a word about it to another living soul. And I do mean anyone. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Sure."

"Well, something happened in school today. At lunch."

"What? Tell us what?

"Well, since you guys have been so nice to me . . . I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. There's a girl in my history class . . ."

"Who? . . . What's her name?"

"Well, I really shouldn't name names, but I guess it won't hurt. You guys probably wouldn't know her anyways. Her name is Haley. Haley Thompson. . ."

"Oh, I know her," said Abby. "Her brother George is in my class." "Yeah," said Susie, "mine too."

"Oh great. If I'da known that . . . I would never have said her name. It's kinda personal . . . and embarrassing."

"Oh, please tell us all about it, Mike. We promise we won't tell a soul," said Abby. "I'll swear to it on a giant stack of Bibles." Abby was still holding Mike’s cock throughout their conversation, and she was fascinated as she could feel his shaft begin to once again become erect. . . right in her hand. Mike’s mind returned to the incident at school.

"Well, anyway, Haley sits next to me in history class, which comes right before lunch. I was always nice to her and everything, but I didn't think she knew me for beans. But today she sat down beside me at lunch, and after lunch she bet me a dollar . . . I was ticklish, and when I said I wasn't she started tickling the shi ... heck out of me. I kept on telling her I wasn't ticklish, but I was laughing so hard . . . I don't think a brain-dead idiot would've believed me.”

“Anyway, I was laughing so hard I was afraid I would piss my pants, so I put my tray away and ran out in the hall. She was right behind me, and started tickling me again. There was a utility room with the door open and I ducked in there and tried closing the door, but she was too quick for me and she got in, and she locked the door," Mike stopped.

"And?" said Susie eagerly. "What happened? What did you guys do?" asked Abby.

"Well, you would never believe this, but, after she locked the door . . . She took my hand . . . and put it on her tits . . ."

“And?" asked Abby immediately.

"And then she reached down and slowly rubbed her hand . . . all over the cock you are holding." Abby’s pussy began to leak as she held his fully erect cock in her hands once again.

"My god, that's rad," said Susie.

"Wild," said Abby, "no wonder you were so horny."

"Yeah, I still don't know how I managed to make it through the rest of the day without shooting off inside my pants. I was in such a hurry to get home that I didn't even bother taking a shower after gym period."

"Gee Mikie, that's amazing," Susie said. "You think she'll do something to you again tomorrow?"

"How would I know?" Mike said. "Today came right out of the blue. I couldn't believe she'd even give me the time of day, much less put my hand on her tits."

"And she almost tickled the piss out of you," said Abby giggling.

"Abby," said Susie, "watch your language."

"Mike said it first," Abby said defensively.

"Yeah," said Susie, "but he's a boy.” Abby made a face and stuck out her tongue.

“Hey guys . . . I gotta take a shower,” he said and maneuvering his way over the girls, he traveled down the hallway.

Act II

The next morning Mike wolfed down his breakfast and went out the door on the run, so eager was he to get to school and perhaps find out the answer to the question casting a dark shadow over his psyche: Would Haley want to do randy things with him again, or was yesterday simply a fluke? As he tore out the door, their mother turned to her daughter and said, "What's up with him?"

Susie looked up from her bowl of cereal and said, "I don't know for sure, but I think maybe it's a girl."

When he got to school Mike looked high and low for Haley, but she was nowhere to be found. Scared she might be sick and absent today, he fretted all the way to his home room, and then all the time he waited for the first class bell. 'Oh, well,' he finally told himself, 'quit worrying about it. She's either here or she's not. And I'm sure I'll find out one way or another in history class.' And so that was how Mike was able to make it through a slow and highly uneventful morning.

History class finally rolled around and it found Haley sitting next to Mike as per usual. She gave not one hint acknowledging their intimacy of the previous day, however, and it puzzled Mike nearly out of his skull. As the bell rang at the end of the class however, Haley turned to Mike and asked if he would care to eat lunch with her. And boy was he ever quick to agree, of course providing there was a moratorium on tickling.

She grinned and agreed and they went to their lockers and put their books away before walking to the cafeteria hand in hand. When they got their trays and were seated Haley suggested they eat quickly and skip the pep rally that was scheduled to follow the lunch period. As they finished, they put their trays away and Haley beckoned Mike to follow her. She took him down a flight of stairs leading to a basement where there were no classrooms, only storage rooms. She led him to a room halfway down the hall, where she opened the door and threw on a light switch, illuminating the room. "Come on in," Haley said, and after he was in, she closed and locked the door.

"What's this room?" Mike asked.

"It's the history department's storage room," said Haley pointing to the three walls full of shelves, holding stacks of books and papers. "Last year I used to help Mr. Jasper filing stuff and taking inventory down here. He's not here this year. He left town, he got a job teaching in Cleveland."

"I had no idea there was anything like this down here," he said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have known either if I hadn't helped Mr. J. last year. It sure helped my grade average in history, and I learned lots of other neat and naughty stuff too," she said with an odd, slightly crooked half grin lighting up her face.

"About history?" Mike asked with a puzzled look. Haley just smiled. Then she skillfully changed the subject:

"So, how did you like what you got to feel in the utility room yesterday?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You kidding?" he said. "I damned near busted the front of my pants the whole rest of the day. I finally got home . . . where I took care of my stiff . . . uh problem."

"Well," said Haley, "there's at least fifteen minutes left of our lunch period, and the pep rally will take care of another thirty minutes, so that should give us plenty of time to take care of any big problems that might come UP. That is if you're interested."

"If I'm interested? You kidding? I've thought of nothing else since yesterday's lunch."

"So, what did you think of my titties?" she asked, slowly moving her hands over her breasts.

"My god, they're sensational. Exceptional. Except they would have felt a lot better if you hadn't . . . had a bra on."

"You mean like this?" Haley said, unbuttoning several buttons on her blouse and opening it just enough to indicate the absence of a bra, but enough to have him see most of her bare breasts underneath.

"What happened to your bra?" he asked.

"I took it off in the girl's bathroom and stowed it in my backpack. I didn't think I'd need it down here in the history storage room. Also I thought you might like to see my titties the way god made them.”

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Two perfectly shaped mounds adorned her upper chest, each sporting an old fashioned nickel-sized areola with a nipple centered on it. In the cool air of the basement storage room, her nipples had begun to stiffen. Mike was so aroused . . . he could hardly speak. But a pronounced new bulge in his jeans instantly spoke what he was feeling.

"Well now," Haley said, "tell me Michael Johnson, wouldn't you like to play with these titties without that nasty ole bra in the way?" Mike couldn't make a sound but he was able to nod his head profusely as he moved to join her on the bench, and both of his hands automatically found their way to their respective twin targets.

With his head reeling in wonder, his fingers took on minds of their own as they pet, traced, squeezed, fondled, kneaded, tweaked, pinched and twiddled her golden globes and their resident nipples. Meanwhile Haley was showing a keen interest in a certain familiar bulge . . . in the crotch of Mike's jeans.

"How is my big buddy here . . . doing this fine day?" she said addressing his crotch, her fingers fondling Mike's man-sized lump through his jeans.

"Say," she said looking up in Mike's face, "doesn't it hurt this big boy . . . keeping him all tucked away in these tight jeans? He needs to breathe just like the rest of us." And so saying . . . Haley found Mike's zipper and slid it down. Then she poked her hand inside his fly and sought out his rigid cock. Since it was taking up a great deal of room in those cramped quarters . . . it wasn't hard to find.

When Mike felt Haley 's fingers grasping his swollen meat, he became suddenly fearful he would cum too soon and today's party would be over. So he decided to try and take his mind off his impending eruption by questioning her about her work down here in the history storage room. "So," he said, "you said you learned stuff down here filing and doing inventory stuff for Mr. Rogers."

"Yes I did," said Jenny, bringing his stiff cock out in the fresh air. "Say, this is quite a handsome fellow . . . you keep hidden away in your jeans. Did you ever consider going around school with your fly open and just let your cock hang out for us girls to look at? Many of my friends would give their left tit for a sight like this one."



"Yeah, I've thought about it once in a while. I'd probably last about two whole minutes before getting permanently kicked out of school," he said with a grin, "but then again, what a way to go, huh? But there you go changing the subject again. Tell me more about those history storeroom sessions. You said you learned stuff down here. What sort of . . . naughty stuff did you learn?"

"Well . . . "

"Stuff about history?"

"Not exactly . . . biology would be more like it."

"Biology?"

"Like I said, Mr. Jenkins was a very talented teacher. He knew lots of interesting subjects."

"Like?"

"Well, I swore to him I'd never tell anybody, so if I tell you . . . you've got to swear to keep it deep, dark secret."

"Sure, who's there to tell? Besides, as you said . . . Mr. Jenkins isn't here anymore."

"Yeah, well. Anyway, I used to be self-conscious about my body something awful. I hated these things that were growing on my chest. I wasn't used to them, and they were kinda throwing me off balance when I walked. I felt like a freak and I was miserable all the time."

"My god, when was that?" Mike asked.

"A year or two ago. You didn't know me back then. Hardly anybody did. I wasn't into making friends, I was only into hating my body and stuff."

Haley 's words seem to float in a surreal pattern as Mike listened to her while his fingers continued exploring her large breasts. Mike was trying very hard to comprehend what she was saying in hopes of staving off his inevitable orgasm that would put an end to his play for the day. Her words and their meanings seemed to ebb and flow in and out of his thought processes.

Haley was saying, "Then one day Mr. Jenkins asked me if I would be interested in helping him inventory the history supplies after school that day. I always liked Mr. Jenkins . . . he seemed to take a real interest in me, and he was always pleasant and helpful if I had a question. And both my parents work, so there was no real reason for me to hurry home after school. So I told him, 'sure, I'd be glad to help him.' So after school Mr. Jenkins took me down here and he and I took the inventory."

"Is that all that happened?" Mike asked, as he was both trying to absorb the feelings her fingers wrapped around his swollen cock and his fingers fondling her breasts were bringing him, while at the same time trying to ignore them as he desperately attempted putting off cumming as long as possible in order to prolong these incredible feelings.

Haley nodded. "That's all that happened the first time. Except for a couple of times his fingers 'accidentally' brushed against my titties, and one time when I spotted that hard huge lump in his pants. But he asked me again the next week, and this time he ended up telling me how beautiful I was, and how turned on he was every time he looked at my titties . . . and my body and that really cheered me up.”

“For the first time in my life somebody that was not my parents had told me I was beautiful, and they were turned on by me. And that someone was Mr. Jenkins, a grown man and my teacher. He actually told me he thought my titties were a turn on. So from that day forward . . . I no longer hated my young tits. I finally began to see some definite possibilities for those . . . growing bumps on my chest."

"Growing bumps? Are you crazy? These are heavenly globes,” he said squeezing her tits to make his point. He leaned forward and began to circle her nipples with his tongue.

"Well, I guess maybe I know that now, but back then . . . they used to embarrass the devil out of me. I hated them. At least until Mr. Jenkins made me see them for what they really are. Not to change the subject . . . but am I the first girl to get a chance to play with this super cock in the flesh, so the speak?" Mike lifted his head momentarily”

"Well, I cannot tell a lie," Mike blushed, "you're not quite . . . but close. You're kinda the second."

Haley suddenly squeezed his meat quite possessively. "Yes, and who pray tell was the first? Anybody I know?"

"No, I don't think so," said Mike. She's a friend of my sisters." And then blushing roundly, Mike recited to Haley the entire story of the two girls coming in his room . . . as he was beating his meat while thinking back on his encounter with her in the utility room. Even how when they first came in . . . his cock shrunk, but extra stimulation from his sister's friend had gotten him hard again. And how he was finally able to shoot his load still recalling the sensations his hands had known while feeling Haley 's tits.

Haley looked strangely at him during his story. At the end he apologized profusely, explaining it really was an accident. Nothing had been planned. And when he came . . . it was her he was thinking about, he was remembering the feelings he got when his hand was on her breasts.

"Did she have nice ones?"

"Are you kidding? Compared to yours . . . what she's got are the bare beginnings of boobs. But you know something, to us guys all boobs are nice, even the beginnings of tits? As long as they are bare, of course. And I guess history teachers like young girls' boobs too, just as much as the rest of us."

She blushed. Then she nodded, "So listen, if you're so hot for me . . . how come you haven't shot your load yet? With you feeling my titties and me yanking away at your cock?"

Mike looked into her eyes. "Well, I was deathly near to cumming . . . during those first few minutes we got down here. But then I got to thinking that when I go off . . . that's the end of this playtime. At least for me. And so in order to make this last as long as possible, I started asking you about what you and Mr. Jenkins used to do down here. So I could take my mind off how good you were making me feel, and maybe stretch things out a little bit. I know . . . a bit selfish of me."

"Damn, you just might be dangerous. You sure seem to know just the right things to say."

Mike looked properly sheepish and grinned. "So what happened, you know, the first time Mr. Jenkins like saw your breasts?"

Haley had a vacant look about her eyes as she reminisced about her first time. Then she said, "You're sure you're not going to get mad, or jealous?"

"Hell no," said Mike. "If you hadn't come down here with Mr. Jenkins, you'd probably still be hating your boobs and none of this stuff with me would have ever happened. I never had Mr. Jenkins for a teacher, but I feel I owe him . . . big time."

"Well, I started helping Mr. Jenkins regularly on Thursday afternoons, and I got so I was more and more comfortable with him each time we came down here. By the third time, I was sitting in that chair over there, and he was standing behind me with his arms around me, feeling my naked boobs and pressing so close I could feel his stiff cock up against my back while he was telling me how much I turned him on.”

“Suddenly he stood me up and sat down on the chair himself and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me . . . it was the first time I had ever really kissed anybody, you know, like that. And I never had nothing feel like that before either. But . . . while he was kissing me, his hand was unbuttoning my blouse. When we broke the kiss he slipped my blouse off, then reached in back and undid my bra. Then he hugged me to him so his face was pressing against my bare titties."

She paused and her hand stopped moving on his cock. "Then he pulled me into him and put his mouth on one of my titties just like you just did . . . and started sucking. It was truly the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. I swore I had truly died and gone to heaven."

"Would it be okay if I sucked your nipples?" Kenny asked anxiously. "I've been sitting here itching to do it ever since we first came down here, but I was afraid if I asked, you'd get mad thinking . . . I was like being a sex fiend or something."

"Of course you may . . . you horny boy," said Haley. "That's what they're there for," and as Mike moved his mouth back into position, Haley hugged him in as close as she could. Mike first stuck his tongue out and bathed the closest nipple. Then his lips closed around it and he began lightly blowing out and sucking in. He could feel her stiff nipple was alive and getting stiffer by the minute.

He tried sucking on it for real, half wondering if his efforts would bring milk. He wasn't too surprised when it didn't. Finally, he lightly nibbled on it, causing tremors to shake her body. Suddenly realizing that he wasn't being fair . . . he quickly switched to her other breast and repeated the process. When Haley couldn't stand the pleasure any longer, she took his head in both her hands and pulled it away from her breasts bringing it to her mouth. And as they kissed . . . tongues entwined. Then she broke away from him and her hand again sought his blooming cock.

"Want to hear about the first time I ever handled one of these?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

"Well it was during that third time, after I was sitting on his lap, and he was sucking on my titties. I kept feeling this gigantic hard lump under my bottom. I was dying of curiosity and when it finally got the best of me, I got to my feet and looked down at it. It was lying along his left leg, and I couldn't help reaching down with my fingers and feeling it through his pants." As Haley was talking, she resumed working on Mike's cock with her fist.

"Mr. Jenkins said, 'go ahead, help yourself, don't be shy. Take it out. I know you want to.' And I did want to, but I was so nervous it took me three tries before I was able to get the damn zipper down. My hand instantly went inside his fly. Then I brought his cock out in the open, and stared at it."

Jenny got up from the bench and knelt down between Mike's legs, duplicating her position with her teacher. She stared at Mike's proud red-headed rooster.

"His was a little bigger than yours, but yours is much prettier. His was fat and kind of bent crooked. Yours stands as proud and straight as an arrow." She leaned down and pressed Mike's cock head to her cheek. She rubbed it around a bit, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

"So," said Mike, "what did you do with his cock that first time around?"



"This," she answered, and she began wildly jacking him. As she was speeding up, she suddenly bent and took the mushroom head in her mouth. Her lips were soft and her tongue fiery hot and Mike closed his eyes and let out a roar and exploded immediately into her mouth. She missed not swallowing . . . one drop, and even after his cock dried up and begun shrinking . . . she kept it in her mouth, resting her head against his leg. They were both quiet for a few minutes.

Haley opened her eyes and looked at her watch. "We better get up and get dressed," she said. "The bells gonna ring in about five minutes." Still in a fog Mike pulled himself together. He looked down at his rod, but there was nothing to clean. She must have cleaned off every single drop of his cum. Reluctantly he put it away and zipped himself up.



Meanwhile, Haley put her bra back on, and was re-buttoning her blouse. When she finished she stood and pulled Mike up, and they walked over to the door. She unlocked it and as they walked out, she turned off the light and closed the door.

“Next time I want my wet pussy sucked the same way,” she whispered.

“I can’t wait,” he said. They went to the gym for the closing minutes of the pep rally. At the bell, Kenny turned and looked expectantly at Haley. She smiled. "Maybe," she whispered, "we'll just have to see." And with that she was on her way. Mike looked after her until she disappeared up the stairs, then he went to get his books out of his locker and hurried to his next class. Guess what happened when he went home? Acts III and IV to follow shortly.

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