Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2007 08:48:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com
Subject: Mr. Edwards - Chapter Two

This story is a personal fantasy.  This is pure fiction and is not
intended to condone any sexual activity in real life

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personal reading enjoyment.

This erotic story contains Incest, Adult/Youth (M/M/f)

The author {xxxseaauthor} hopes you enjoy this story, and emails, other
than flames, are welcome: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com

Thanks to everyone who wrote.  I am nervous that I won't meet people's
expectations with this second chapter.  And, story line took a twist...the
way that stories do...that I didn't expect at the end of the first chapter.
A bit of detour and I hope you enjoy.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

Copyright 2007 by xxxseaauthor

*****

Wednesday, after "Meet the Teacher Night," I woke up early.  I reached over and
stroked my wife's well fucked pussy but she just grunted and rolled away from
me.  I got up, showered, ate a small breakfast.  Just as my wife was starting to
get out of bed, I headed out to work with the excuse that I had stuff to get
done before school.  The truth was I was a nervous wreck.  What was I going to
say to Caroline?  What if she said or did something that gave away what her
father and I had done the night before?  How could I explain that it was all a
bad mistake and mustn't happen again?  But, then, too, I so wanted more, but it
was too dangerous.

I didn't remember anything about the commute when I pulled into the parking lot.
I sat there, trying to get myself under control.

Hank was just opening our building when I got there.

"You're early, man," he commented.

I gave him the same lie I had given my wife and hurried to my room.  Once there,
I couldn't concentrate on anything.  My hands felt like they were shaking, but
when I held them up, I couldn't see any trembling.  Fuck!  After what seemed
like an eternity, kids started filtering in.  The rows gradually filled up and
the kids' voices created a Babel of sound.  But Caroline's desk sat empty.  The
clock ticked forward with a click as each minute passed.  The warning bell rang.
The tardy bell rang.  Caroline was absent.

My nerves got worse.  What could this mean?  Did her father understand that we'd
broken a very serious taboo so he was going to take her out of school?  Did this
mean that Friday night was off?  My thoughts were a jumble of irrationality and
I knew it.  I stumbled through the day and left as quickly as I could after
school.

At home, I told my wife I wasn't feeling well.  She fretted that, maybe, I had
caught her cold.  I went to bed soon after dinner.  But, then, I awoke shortly
after midnight and couldn't get back to sleep.  All I could think about was
Caroline; what her father and I done; all the possible meanings of her absence
from class; and, most of all, how much I wanted to touch her body again.
Finally as the night sky started to lighten, I feel asleep.  And, then, I
overslept.

My wife shook me awake.  I jumped out of bed, dressed as fast as I could and
rushed out of the house.  I sped to school and ran to my building.  Hank was
standing just inside in the door as I burst in.

"Slow down, buddy.  Remember, no running in the halls."  I attempted a feeble
smile at his lame joke and hurried toward my room.  He caught up with me and
threw an arm over my shoulder.

"You OK, Mr. Edwards?" he asked with a long sideward glance.  His craggy
features revealed true concern.

I nodded and turned into my classroom just as the tardy bell rang.  The kids
were all in their seats, chattering amongst themselves.  But all I saw was
Caroline sitting in her desk, her hands primly folded on her desk. She was here!
I was elated and terrified at the same time.  I praised the kids for their fine
behavior but found myself repeatedly glancing directly at Caroline who always
met my glance, a trace of smile at the corner of her mouth.  I was aware of my
cock, getting warm, twitching, slowly growing like some beast slowly rousing
itself from sleep.

The wall phone rang, jarring me.  Fuck! Now what?  The office doesn't usually
call during the school day except during free periods.  I asked the kids to keep
quiet while I answered the phone.  The receptionist apologized for bothering me
during class but a parent was insisting on speaking with me.

I knew even before I heard his voice that it was Caroline's father.

"Hello, Mr. Edwards."

"Hello," I croaked.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I wanted you to know that the excuse I sent into
the attendance office was a fucking lie.  Caroline wasn't sick yesterday.  Her
cunt was too sore to go to school."  What the hell! Doesn't he know the
receptionist could be listening in on this phone call, curious as to why he was
so fucking insistent in interrupting my class?

"This isn't a secure line." I whispered.

"I know, " he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.  "That's what makes
it so exciting.  Like the other night...it was so exciting watching you finger
fuck Caroline right there in your classroom."  He paused.  I tried to control my
heavy breathing.  He continued, "But you know that.  I think my cumming all over
Caroline's cunt as you finger fucked her sort of gave that away."  A soft,
seductive chuckle followed by another slight pause.  "I was so goddamn horny
thinking about that on the ride home, I had to fuck her when we got there.  Then
when I woke up to piss in the night, she was so fucking beautiful laying there
naked, all splayed out, I just had to stick my cock into her cunt again.  And
then in the morning when we showered together, she sucked me hard again and I
took her back to bed, for a 'good morning, darling,' fuck.  By then she was so
sore she could hardly walk."  He finally paused...and the pause grew.  "Are you
nice and hard, Mr. Edwards?"

"Yeah," I said.  You dirty fucker you.  You don't care if I get fired or my life
ruined. But at the same time, I knew how excited I had become.  I knew I could
have hung up, but I hadn't.  I was hooked.

"So, check out Caroline, Mr. Edwards.  What's she doing?"

I looked back at the class and couldn't see Caroline because a boy in the first
row blocked my view.  But just then the kid dropped his pencil and got down to
retrieve it, allowing me a clear view of Caroline.  She was holding up the hem
of her dress slightly with her left hand and her right hand was between her
legs.  Fuck!  She's playing with herself!

"Mr. Edwards?  Is her hand on her cunt?  I told her to play with herself when
the phone rang.  She's not wearing any panties so she's got her little fingers
into her sweet little cunt."

Caroline looked over at me and smiled demurely, breaking off eye contact almost
instantly.  The boy climbed back into his seat.  Suddenly I wondered if the kid
had arranged to drop that pencil so he could get a better look at what Caroline
was doing.  Shit!  All this was careening out of control.

"Mr. Edwards, here's my cell number."  I don't know how I had the sense to jot
down the number he recited on the wall pad by the phone.  "Call me later.  I
want to hear about what you and Caroline do today.  And we can set up Friday
night."  He hung up.

My heart was pounding.  I could feel my erect cock.  I walked back to the front
of the class.  I told the kids to take out their reading books and to read
silently.  I sat at my desk, partly to hide my hard-on which I knew was bulging
in my pants and partly because, frankly, my knees felt weak.

After getting myself under control, I got through the arithmetic lesson.  Then
at 10:00 it was time for the class to go to the music room.  I jotted a quick
note to the music teacher, folded it, and walked down the aisle between rows one
and two.  I handed it to the boy in the first row who had dropped his pencil and
told him to give it to the music teacher.

I turned and said softly to Caroline, "Please wait.  I need to speak with you."
She looked up at me and smiled broadly.

"I'm glad," she said and my cock twitched.

I closed the door after the last of Caroline's classmates had left and went to
sit in my swivel chair with my back to door, sitting parallel to the desk.  I
figured my positioning myself this way would cover what I was going to do from
anyone who happened to look in the small window in the door.

"Caroline, would you come up here?"  I asked.

Without a word, she came up, around the edge of the desk and stood behind the
desk, facing me.

"Your daddy said you aren't wearing any panties."  She nodded affirmatively.
"Can I see?"

Without hesitation, again smiling, she lifted the hem of her dress with both
hands, exposing her naked cunt, and at the same time, jutting her pelvis forward
to fully expose her genital area to my lustful stare.

"Oh, Caroline, what a pretty cunt you have."

"I know," she said with a giggle.

I extended my right arm, palm upward, my middle finger extended upward in the
classic 'fuck you' sign.

"Can you put my finger in your cunt, sweetie?"

She strutted forward, keeping her pelvis forward.  I lowered my arm, braced it
against my leg and also with my left arm.  She gamely stood on her tip toes so
my finger was at the right height.  I licked my dry lips and felt my heart
racing. And then she slowly lowered herself onto my finger.  Her cunt was so
warm as it flowed around my finger. I gently started bouncing my leg which
caused my finger to fuck her cunt.  Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I chanted in my head
to myself.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Umhmm" she said pressing down on my finger with her body as my hand moved
upward. "Oh, yesss..."

"Your daddy said he fucked you the other night."

She kept fucking herself on my finger.  "Yeah," she said.

"Lots?"

"Lots."

"Do you like it when he fucks you?"

"Yes, I think it's my favorite thing.  But I really like sucking his cock, too.
And finger fucking too.  I like it all."

I was filled with raging lust.  I'll bet you do, you little fucking bitch, I
thought.  He's made you his whore.  Your own daddy.  My cock ached for
attention.

"Baby," I said and the minute it was out of mouth, I realized, with a jolt, that
I was using his own nickname for her, "would you suck my cock?"

She nodded.  I reluctantly removed my finger from her cunt to unzip my pants.
Caroline just stood there, holding her dress up, her pelvis still pushed
forward.

"Can you get my cock out of my pants?" I asked.

She moved to me.

"Why are you wearing underwear?" she asked as she inserted her small hand into
the open fly of my pants.  Her touch set my cock aflame even though my prick was
separated by cloth from the warmth of her hand.

"So you'd have to work to get it out, Baby." We exchanged smiles.  "It feels so
good when you touch my cock."

She giggled again and dove in with both hands to find the opening in my briefs.
The minute her hands actually touched the flesh of my prick directly, I thought
I'd shoot my load.  To ward that off, I helped Caroline uncover and pull out my
cock.  It throbbed obscenely, sticking up from the opening in my pants as I sat
in my swivel chair behind my teacher's desk.

"Suck it, honey.  Just like you did for your Daddy the other night.  Please?
Pretty please?"  I deliberately mimicked the vocal inflection she had used two
nights ago.

Without hesitation, Caroline lowered her head and opened her little mouth wide,
engulfing the head of my cock.  What I wasn't expecting was the frenetic
movement of her tongue.  This little girl really knew how to suck cock!  Her
daddy had taught her well.

I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, enjoying the full sensation of her
mouth slurping on my cock's mushroom head.  My lust, although it was more
powerful than I had ever felt it before, kept building.  I opened my eyes to
feast on the sight of this little girl sucking my cock.  With both hands I
started to jack my cock as she continued to suck away at its head, making little
cooing sounds of pleasure.  I started to trace with my index finger of my right
hand around her lips as it encircled the knob of my cock.  Misunderstanding the
gesture, thinking perhaps that I was trying to cue her to do something else,
Caroline pulled off my cock and looked up at me questioningly.  Her lips were
wet with drool and a droplet ran down to her chin line from the corner of her
mouth.  What a fucking hot sight!  I wanted her.  I grabbed her and pulled her
up to me, jerking her dress up above her waist so her naked cunt rested on my
engorged, insistent cock.  I bent forward and covered her mouth with mine,
invading her little mouth as roughly, as demanding as I could.  I wanted her!
She started rubbing her cunt up and down on my cock and my pelvis started
rocking in fucking motions.  We dry humped and slather-kissed, the swivel chair
rocking.  This was the most intense, the sexiest, the most depraved thing I had
ever done.  God, I wanted her.

"Here, Baby, let's fuck."  Caroline brought up her knees onto my legs and I was
holding my cock up.  She knew what to do.  She was getting ready to impale her
cunt onto my cock.  Both of our breaths were jagged and audible.  We were like
two animals despite our age and size differences.  My cock was poised at her
opening.  I was going to child fuck!  My blood pounded in ears.

The fucking bell rang!  It seemed louder than I'd ever heard it.  We both pulled
back, startled out of our passion.  Oh my god, I'd lost track of time.  The
other kids would be back.  I stood and quickly stuffed my cock back into my
pants. Caroline arranged her dress and scurried back to her seat.  I leaned on
my hands on the desk, trying to get my breathing to slow down, but I held a
steady eye contact with Caroline.  We both still wanted one another.

When the kids were all back, I started the science lesson.  This required the
kids to work together as teams at several tables at the side of the room.  I
moved from group to group.  The fear of being caught faded and my horniness
rebounded. I got more daring.  I rubbed Caroline's back each time I stood by
her.  On my last trip to her group, I dropped to my knees by the table and
reached under the table to feel her legs.  She instantly pulled her dress up and
I massaged her cunt mound softly, slowly a few times.  She pretended to be
engrossed in the work of her group.  That's when I decided I had to create some
time alone with her at lunch.

When the lunch bell rang, I dismissed the class, but I indicated to Caroline
that I wanted her to come up to my desk.  No one, except maybe that kid from the
first row, even noticed our interaction.  When we were alone, I told her I
wanted her to go eat lunch and then come back to the building and wait from me
by the hall door.  By rule, the kids weren't allowed in the building during
lunch so I told her I'd come get her and bring her inside.

Alone, I sat at my desk, wondering where I was going to take her so I could get
her naked.  That's all I wanted, to get her totally butt-naked nude and feel
every inch of her soft skin, kiss her mouth, let her suck my cock, and, yes, if
I could, put my hard, hot cock into her cunt and fuck her seven-year-old cunt.
I was possessed.  I had to have her.  I didn't fucking care about anything else.

But I wasn't sure where to take her.  If I was going to strip her, maybe get
naked myself, I couldn't expect to hide that from the window in the door.  And
even if I could somehow block that window, it would look strange for me to pull
all the window blinds on the outside windows during the lunch hour.  The
bathroom?  Even though only staff should be in the building, that was pretty
chancy.  Lost in my perverted thoughts, I didn't realize Hank was at the door
until he spoke.

"Hey, buddy, I've got something for you," he said and strode to the desk.

"What?" I asked absently.  He tossed a key onto my desk and it made a vibrating
sound for a moment almost like a tiny bell.  I was puzzled.  "What's this?"

"A key, what do you think?" he said, with a smile.

"Yeah, I can see that?  What's it to?"  I picked it up.

"The janitor's closet, man."  I look at him quizzically.  "There's no window in
the door, and, buddy, you need some privacy."  My chest froze and I couldn't
breathe.  He knew!  How?  He must have watched at least part of my encounter
with Caroline through the door window.  He must have figured out what I was
doing even though he could only see me from the back.  My mind raced.  What
could I say?  What should I say?  He was just standing there with a hint of a
grin on his face, looking like an amused and tolerant grandfather.  I looked
away.  Fuck.  But then the thought came to me: however much he saw or suspected,
he wasn't turning me in.  And that closet was a large walk-in room.  It was
where we'd found the swivel chair I was sitting in.  I twirled the key in my
fingers.  He was offering me a place to molest Caroline freely.  I swallowed.  I
licked my lips.  I couldn't meet his eyes.

"Thanks, Hank," I said simply, softly.

"What are friends for?"  He turned and walked to the door.  He turned and gave
me one last bit of advice.  "Be careful.  Don't get caught going in there too
often with her.  Or with too many of the boys and girls."

"Right," I said, but he was already gone.  Fuck, I wasn't planning on sodomizing
the entire class.  It was only Caroline I wanted.  I glanced at the clock.
Lunch hour was already half over.  Shit.  Again, time had slipped away from me.
I hurried to the hall door.  Outside, Caroline was sitting on the first step and
quickly stood as I opened the door.  I glanced around and, seeing no one, I told
her to come inside.  She took my hand and we walked down the hall.

"I have a place for us to..." Hell, be real, I thought, "...have sex."

Caroline looked up at me, and smiled widely.  She did a small skip, as if
excited by the news I had just shared.  My cock flushed warm and hard.  I made
sure no one was around to see us as we walked past my classroom and went to the
second door past my room, to the janitor's closet.  I unlocked it, switched on
the light, and we stepped inside. The air smelled like cleaners and chemicals,
but it was plenty big with several large canisters of cleaning supplies that
could serve as seats.

I sat on one and pulled Caroline in front of me.  "Let's get rid of that dress."
I pulled it up over her head as she extended her arms upward.  I rubbed my cock
through my pants as I looked intently at every detail of her naked beauty.

"Turn around slowly, sweetheart."

She complied without hesitation, clearly enjoying parading her naked body.

I continued to rub my pants covered cock.  "Take out your cock," she said
simply.  "Pretty please..." but without any sing-song inflection.

"I have a better idea," I said. "What if I get totally naked like you?"  She
signaled her approval with a broad smile.   I stood, unfastened my belt,
unzipped my pants and stepped out of them as they fell to my feet.  I pulled my
briefs down and hook the top underneath my balls.  The pressure of the elastic
band felt good.  My hard cock bobbed nearly upright, my erection was so tight.
I pulled Caroline to me and rubbed her face on my cock, against my crotch.  She
was kissing at my cock.  I rubbed my hands down her smooth back and cupped the
cheeks of her tiny ass in my hands.  "Oh, Baby, Baby, oh Baby," I groaned.  I
stood up to shed my tie and shirt as she ministered to my cock.

I broke free, stepped out my underpants, and laid out our clothes on the cement
floor.  I lay down on my back on top of our clothes and pulled Caroline on top
of me.  I spun her so her face was in my crotch and her cunt was near my face.
Before I could pull her up to my mouth, she started scooting herself backward
bringing the treasure of her cunt to my mouth.  She licked and sucked on my cock
and my tongue lapped at her slit.  I then used the tip of my tongue to open her
slit, to find her fuck hole, to insert my tongue as far as I could.  Caroline
moaned her pleasure and I removed my mouth just long enough to caution her that
we needed to be as quiet as we could be.  Then I went back to tasting the
sweetness of her cunt.

My load was building but I didn't want to come yet.  So I pulled her up away
from by cock.  I sat her cunt on my mouth and licked and lapped and slurped like
a hungry dog.  Then I went for her ass.  She giggled.  I could tell my rimming
her was tickling her but she gamely kept pressing down, allowing me to pleasure
myself on her asshole.

The sound of the key being turned in the lock must have been muffled by her legs
that were covering my ears or, maybe, the squishing sounds my mouth was making
on her ass.  But I did hear the door opening and closing so quickly that I
barely got Caroline off my face so I could see.

Hank stood by the door, a wicked smile on his face.  I wasn't surprised.  I
didn't fucking care.  There was something about being watched and watched with
approval that heightened the sex for me.

"Mr. Edwards...Mr. Edwards...What a fucking gorgeous sight."

He took the few steps to reach us.

"Caroline?" he asked.  She nodded.  He cupped her face.  "You are one beautiful
little girl."  He caressed her face with both hands and slowly, in gentle
circles, moved down her neck, shoulders and reached her nipples.  He rubbed just
his thumbs against them.  "Beautiful.  Beautiful."  To me he said, "Finish your
lunch, buddy." Both he and Caroline laughed.

So I went back to eating Caroline's ass and started returning as well to her
cunt.  I could hear Hank unbutton his work pants.  I stopped long enough to
check out his cock.  It's short but very thick.  Stubby, I thought, and uncut.
Strands of gray pubic hair poked through his pants' opening.  He's old enough to
be her grandfather.  It seemed both obscene and sexually electrifying.

"Ohh," I heard him utter.  "Oh, little girl, you lick cock very nicely.  How
about sucking old Hank's cock for him?  Can you get that sweet little mouth of
yours around my big old cock. Ohh. Ohh. Yeah, kid, that's it.  Or yes.  Go
deeper.  Deeper.  Fuck, fuck."  I wondered if I needed to warn Hank about
keeping it down, but instead melted into sucking on Caroline's cunt.  She was
mewing and sighing.

We were all lost in our sensations when the first bell rang, jarring us.  "Fuck,
oh, fuck," Hank muttered.

I pushed Caroline off of me and quickly stood.  Caroline and I dressed while
Hank, with obvious reluctance button up his pants.  My balls were as full as
peaches and, god, they were aching.  I so wanted to just frantically jerk off,
to release the pressure, but I knew I had to get to my classroom.

"You leave alone," Hank said.  "Get to your class.  When the tardy bell rings,
I'll make sure the coast is clear and get Caroline to your room."

"And that'll give you some time alone with Caroline.  How will that work out for
you, Hank?"  I asked with a laugh.

He chuckled as he picked up Caroline.  "That's for me to know and you to find
out."  He kissed her, open lipped, and shot his hand up under her dress.
Caroline arched her back from the pressure of his hand but leaned into him,
accepting his mouth, his use of her.  Fuck.  I wanted to watch.

My hand was on the door knob.  "Buddy," he said.  "After school.  Here.  Let's
finish this."  I nodded, opened the door and hurriedly exited the closet and
moved to my room.

As promised shortly after the tardy bell, Caroline came in with her dress
looking somewhat creased and untidy and went straight to her desk.  Hank,
shortly thereafter, walked by the open door, a broom in one hand.

Then I stared worrying.  What would Caroline's father think about Hank?  Would
he be pissed?  Would he feel that I had really screwed things up by letting Hank
see me and Caroline?  Would he get scared and maybe cut me off from access to
her?

So during my free period in afternoon, I called the cell number he had given me.

"Mr. Edwards!  I'm so glad you called.  Tell me all about it."

He had said he wanted a detailed explanation of what the two of us had done so I
started off telling him the chronology of events.  When I told him about Hank's
gift of the key because, apparently, he had seen some of the activity between
Caroline and me, there was a sharp intake of breath.

I paused, my heart racing.  What was going to be his reaction?

"Oh, fuck, Mr. Edwards.  That is so hot!"  A sense of relief washed over me.
"Caroline was going to go home in a car pool, but I'll cancel that.  School's
out at 3:10, right?  I'll be there.  If I'm a bit late, just tell me where this
closet is and I'll meet you and...what's his name?..."

"Hank," I said.

"Yeah, Hank.  I'm sure we met him the other night. Oh fuck, this is so great." I
was getting aroused again.  I told him where the janitor's closet was. "You guys
get started and I'll meet you there."

The rest of the day slowly passed in a haze of lust for me.  When the dismissal
bell rang, Caroline stayed in her seat while the others quickly exited the room.
The kid from the first row was the last one to leave.  I had a feeling this kid
knew something was going on.  I was going to have to keep my eye on him.  I
straightened things and kept checking until the hall was clear.  Due to people
coming and going, up and down the hall, it was nearly 3:30 before I felt safe to
take Caroline by the hand and go to the closet.

I used the key.  We entered and found Hank, totally naked sitting on one of the
canisters, slowly jerking his thick horse-like cock.

"Buddy, I thought you were bugging out on me," he said.

Caroline and I both started shedding our clothes as fast as we could.

"Just playing it safe, Hank."

Caroline moved to him and started licking his cock as he spread his legs giving
her full access to his balls and cock.  He was moaning and instructing her on
how to lick him and where to do it while I moved another canister next to him
and sat down.  I stated jacking my cock as I watched this perversity of a seven-
year-old girl engaged in sexual play with a fifty-something-year-old man.  I
suddenly realized that all my nervousness, all my confusion was gone.  I was
fucking loving this.  This was all I cared about.

Three quiet taps were sounded on the door.  I went and unlatched it and
Caroline's father quickly stepped inside.  I returned to my canister.
Caroline's father just stood there, that confident smile of his on his face.
Then he started taking his clothes off.

"My turn, Hank." I said and pulled Caroline to me.  My hands explore her body,
her ass, her cunt, her chest.  She squirmed and giggled her approval.  My tongue
was in her mouth, then licking every part of her I wanted.  I was aware
Caroline's father had walked up to Hank.  He put out his hand.

"Nice to see you again...Hank?, isn't it?"  As they shook hands, he pulled Hank up
and kissed Hank directly on the mouth.

Hank pulled back.  "Steady, mister.  I'm no faggot."

Caroline's father never released his hand.  "Oh, not a faggot...just a pedophile.
That's definitely better."  He gave an easy laugh as he reached for Hank's cock
with his left hand and jacked him hard and deliberately.  Hank frozen and then
sighed.  Caroline's father leaned in and slowly pressed his mouth on Hank's.
This time Hank didn't protest, but surrendered.  His eyes closed and, like me,
he was lost.

Caroline's father eventually ended the kiss.  "So tell me, Hank, is Caroline
your first little cunt?"  He was still jacking Hank's cock.

"Fuck no, man."

"So, is she the only little cunt you have access to at the present time?"

"Except for my granddaughter."  Whatever Caroline's father did at that moment to
his cock, Hank reacted with a low groan of pleasure.

"Ohhh, nice," said Caroline's father.  "And how old is she?"

"Ten."  Even though I was engaged in savoring Caroline's body, I could tell Hank
was responding to Caroline's father's work on his cock.  "Keep that up, and I'm
going to blow," Hank whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, we mustn't have that, not with a fantastic little cunt right here."  He
pushed Hank gently back down on his canister.

"Let's start with you, Mr. Edwards.  Your cock will be a good one to warm her up
with."  He grabbed my hard-on and a shudder ripped through me.  He dropped to
his knees and slipped his mouth over my cock. Oh, my god.  I swear I saw stars.
He bobbed his head up and down my cock a few times, came up for air, turned, and
buried his face in Caroline's crotch.  I could hear him making spitting sounds
as he prepared her cunt for my cock.  Then he lifted her up, facing me.

"Guide his cock, Hank," he said.  Hank took my cock in his hand and my cock
throbbed from the sensation of his calloused hand on it.  He held it straight
up, aiming it toward Caroline's descending cunt.  Her cunt lips touched my
cock's head.  I shuddered.  She slowly sank onto my cock.  Her father was
kissing her on the top of her head.  Hank was rubbing her cunt and my cock.

Caroline locked eyes with me.  I reached out and gently caressed her chest and
little tummy.  I could see an effort on her part to stay relaxed.

"OK, Baby?" asked her father.

"Ummmm," she moaned, and she rubbed her cunt and felt the juncture of her cunt
and my cock, competing with Hank's hand.  Eventually, Hank withdrew his hand and
I could hear him jacking his own cock.

Caroline continued to sink onto my red, swollen, aching manhood. The softness,
the warmth, the tightness overwhelmed my cock.  Her father stood and supporting
her at her armpits moving her up and down on my cock, smiling at me.  I had
never been this aroused, this hot in my life.  I started pressing upward in
fucking motions as her father lowered her.

Hank started encouraging me, "Yeah, buddy, fuck the little cunt.  Fuck her.
Fuck her hard.  Like her Daddy.  Fuck the little whore."

Her father joined him, "Oh, Baby, did you hear that?  You are a little whore.
Are you Daddy's little whore?"  Caroline nodded her head, but held eye contact
with me. "You are my little fucking bitch, my precious cunt. Fuck Mr. Edwards.
Make him and his pretty cock feel good like only you can."  Caroline still
didn't say anything but I could tell by how she moved her body, massaging my
cock with new and wonderful sensations, that this language was exciting to her.

I felt my balls retracted and the load gush forth.  Caroline's father released
her to let gravity sink her onto my cock.  He leaned forward.  "Kiss me, Baby,
kiss me!"  Caroline turned her head and accepted his mouth on her mouth.  I
couldn't form a single word, just moan and shoot, releasing all that sperm that
had been building all day and emptying it into Caroline's smooth, tight cunt.
The sight of her splayed on my cock, her father Frenching her as I pushed up
with my load into her body is something I'll never forget, a snapshot in my
memory that I know I will use for jacking off for the rest of my life.

"Oh, Baby, can you feel that, can you feel Mr. Edwards shoot his cum inside you?
You are such a good little cunt, such a good fuck."  She smiled and turned her
face back to me.

"Thank Mr. Edwards," her father said.

Caroline looked at me, almost shyly. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Edwards.  Thank you for
fucking me."

"Oh, honey.  My pleasure," I sighed weakly.

"OK, Hank, your turn," said her father.  You ready?"

"Fuck, yes!"  Hank sat, jerking his cock, as Caroline's father pulled her up off
of my softening cock and swung her over the stub of Hank's cock, but facing
outward, away from Hank.

"He's going to stretch you, Baby."  Hank steadied her by the hips, and her
father again lowered her onto an adult man's cock.  Once Hank's cock had started
its journey into her pussy, he asked Hank, "Can you support her?"

Hank growled in the affirmative, and took the support of Caroline's body and
started moving her up and down on his cock.  Caroline's father stepped back,
lust in his eyes, watching Hank's thick cock slowly spread Caroline's young
cunt.

"She so, so fucking tight," Hank moaned.

"You're so fucking thick, man," chuckled Caroline's father.

He started jacking his engorged, purplish cock just as he had that night in the
classroom.  I leaned forward.  I wanted to be closer, to smell him, to see every
detail of vein and muscle in that magnificent cock of his.  We made eye contact.
He smiled and suddenly he shot his cum all over Caroline's cunt and Hanks' cock
as it continued its journey up and down inside her pussy.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck," he gasped as he shot.

Hank was at nearing his climax as well.  That was obvious from the sounds he was
making and the look on his face.  He was bouncing Caroline up and down on his
cock as hard as he could but she was only able to take about half of his length.

"I need to be cleaned," Caroline's father said softly to me.  He stepped up and
slapped his softening, cum covered cock against my face.  "Caroline's busy.
Would..."

I swallowed his cock before he could finish.  I felt like worshipping this man's
prick.  I wanted to give him pleasure for all the sexual gratification, all the
lust he had freed inside me.

"Oh, Baby," I smiled at his using the nickname on me. "Too much...oh, nice, but I
can't..."

He stepped back, just as Hank gasped out a strangled groan announcing his
climax.  He arched, and I could see his prick expanded and stretch Caroline's
cum-coated cunt with each shot he loaded into her.

Suddenly, there was no more movement, just the sound of all of us breathing
heavily.

Caroline's father reached down and traced the opening of her cunt still stuffed
with Hank's cock.  Hank reacted with a sharp intake of his breath.  "Look at all
the sperm you got three grown men to give you, Baby.  Oh, you are so hot, such a
hot little fuck."  He coated the length of his finger and brought it to his lips
and slowly, sensually sucked it clean.  Only then did he slowly ease Caroline
up, off of Hank's tool.

"Clean Hank's prick, Baby, for giving you such a nice fuck."  Caroline quickly
complied, lapping at Hank's cock like it was a giant ice cream cone.  Hank
groaned and twitched as she serviced his sensitive post-cum cock.

"Let's get dress and I'll eat your pussy when we get home," her father said to
Caroline.

"No fucking fair," protested Hank.

Caroline's father just laughed.

"And Mr. Edwards, don't expect Caroline for class tomorrow.  She's been fucked
by two men and I'm thinking she'll get another fucking at home so she's going to
be sore.  She'll need to rest up for tomorrow night, don't you think, Mr.
Edwards? Speaking of that, how about six o'clock?"

As I dressed I told him I wasn't sure how I could get my wife to come. I didn't
know how I could set it up, that I was afraid she would feel that there was
something strange about it.

"Oh, that's easy.  Just tell her that the principal has asked you to make nice
with some 'influential' families before the school auction, that he specifically
wants you to handle this one because something has come up so he can't do it
personally and that he apologizes for such short notice."

It was so simple.  I knew it would work.  He gave me a card on which he had
written their address.

After we were all dressed, Hank made sure the coast was clear.  We all left the
closet quickly.  I went to pick up my things from my room.  Caroline waved
goodbye to me.  If she were sore, she wasn't showing it in the way she walked.
Hank and her father were talking as the three of them walked off down the hall.

I now knew that getting my wife to attend dinner tomorrow night at Caroline's
house wouldn't be an issue.  But why did Caroline's father want her there?  I
knew he had some plan.  I couldn't guess what it might be, but, fuck, I didn't
care.  All I knew was I would have access once again to Caroline and her body,
and, if things worked out well, maybe to her father as well.  I licked my lips,
still savoring the taste of his cum.  I left, as calm in the afternoon sun as I
had been in panic in the morning.  Amazing what a good cum does for a man, I
thought.  And I laughed out loud as I walked to my car.

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