This story is strictly FICTION. DO NOT ABUSE children- no they don't want it! This is a story, you don't go out believing in unicorns just cuz it's in a story do you?


The week had gone by too fast and too slow all at once and now this Saturday morning was the same. He’d invited 7 guys from his class included Dookie to the sleep over/ Fernando concert tonight. Everyone was happy; he was the most popular ever. All he had to do was please Dookie today and then all would be well. He couldn’t listen to a word Mrs. Caravel was saying.

“Chris, do you have somewhere you need to be? You don’t want to do anything,” he brushed her hand away yet again as she stroked his inner thigh. She sighed, sounding a tad frustrated “and you aren’t paying attention to the lesson. Why did you bother coming?”

It was 9:38am. A little earlier than planned but Chris was too anxious to wait, too nervous to placate Mrs. Caravel. “Sorry,” he said, looking at her face but not seeing it. He stroked her hair and caressed her breast. She purred with pleasure. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her eyes, her chin, her neck. He stood up from the dining table and led her to the sofa.

She lay down, legs open, welcoming, “Oh Chris, it’s so late. My next lesson will be coming soon. I don’t know if we have enough time.” She kissed him nonetheless, pulling his shirt off. They continued their foreplay, Chris keeping check on the time on the clock behind her head. At 9:45 precisely he went down on her, sucking, licking and fingering her pussy and ass. His heart wasn’t really in it though. He was nervous and much to his irritation, a little excited about what was about to happen. At 9:55 came the expected knock on the door. “No!” Mrs. Caravel looked more than a little frustrated.

Chris jumped up and dressed. He grabbed his books off the table. His teacher misunderstood his flustered look. “No need to panic like that Chris. It’s just Dookie, you know Dookie right?”

Chris nodded and went to the door, opening it as Dookie knocked again. “Uh, hi. I was just leaving.” He couldn’t even look at Dookie.
Dookie walked in and nodded. He went straight to the teacher who sat at the table and stood blocking her view from the door. The door slammed shut and Chris crawled behind the sofa. As instructed by a text from Dookie earlier that week, he took his clothes off and began to stroke himself. He had to be hard and ready by the time Dookie said the words “more and more”.

As soon as the door slammed Dookie grabbed Mrs. Caravel by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet, kissing her roughly. “I’m so horny,” he said, his voice coarse with lust as he shoved his hand under her skirt and fingered her pussy. “Mmm, I see you’re already wet,” he whispered as he nibbled her ear. He led her over to the empty centre table. As they stood beside it, he continued kissing her with urgent passion and tried to undress them both at once. She’d never seen him that eager. It was fairly obvious to her that sex was just something he did to ease an ache and that he would just as quickly or easily have taken a pill most days, if there was a pill that satisfied his body’s desire. She didn’t ask any questions though. She didn’t care. She joined him in the undressing. He grabbed a cushion from the sofa, using it as a pillow as he lay on the low centre table on his back, his feet on the floor. “Sit on me!” he commanded.

She quickly obeyed. Chris had left her wet, horny and unsatisfied. She was only too eager to obey. As she mounted his thick member, she gasped in pleasured pain. Dookie was so huge. He was not the longest she’d ever seen but he certainly was the thickest. She pushed down, gasping as she mounted him fully. She wanted him all inside her. They moaned as she began to ride him, stroking up and down. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. Then he pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply.

“You know, I don’t know why but it seems to me that the more I fuck, the more I need to fuck. This ecstasy and desire is insatiable. It’s like no matter how much I get, I want more and more!”

Chris had been listening behind the sofa. In spite of himself, and in spite of what he knew and feared was about to happen, he had grown long and hard. Pre-cum dripped from his dick. He wasn’t thick but he was a long thin 6 inches hard. On cue, he came from behind the sofa and prepared to mount Mrs. Caravel’s ass which Dookie had been holding open and fingering. “Deep steady long thrusts!” Dookie instructed him. The teacher moaned, unaware of Chris behind her she obeyed the instructions and lifted herself off of Dookie and sat back on him with a long deep thrust. At that point, Chris pushed his dick into her ass in one steady firm motion.

“Oh!!! Fuuuuccccckkk!” Mrs. Caravel screamed in astonished pleasure. That was the most exquisite feeling she’d ever known. She turned around to see Chris thrusting deep inside her. She gasped. She looked back at Dookie who was looking at Chris. She didn’t know what was going on and quite frankly, she didn’t care. She’d never been double penetrated before. Not even when Dookie joined her and her husband- usually it was Dookie in her husband and her husband in her. But this, this was much better. It hurt like a bastard, she couldn’t deny it, but the pleasure outweighed any pain. She groaned as Dookie began to move inside her again. She gasped. It was all too much! She felt certain she would pass out with pleasure. She’d begun to cum already and she was cumming like she’d never cum before.

As she tried to catch her breath, Dookie withdrew, standing up. The unexpected movement unbalanced Chris and he fell out and back. He was winded and dazed. He’d been in that ass so often but it had never felt so good. And when Dookie had begun to stroke too, well, words could not describe the pleasure. He was still trying to catch his breath when he realized Dookie was calling him. They had switched places and Mrs. Caravel was now on her back on the table, her ankles were in her hands and her butt on the cushion leaving her pussy and ass begging for dick.

“Fuck her pussy,” Dookie was saying. Chris was a little disappointed. At the best of times Mrs. Caravel was merely snug around him, right now after having mounted Dookie, surely she would be too loose. Still, he obeyed, careful not to look at Dookie’s dick. As he entered the unsurprisingly over stretched pussy, Dookie stood behind him and shoved him onto the teacher. “Kiss her! And keep fucking! In, out, in, out! That’s a good rhythm, keep that up!” Dookie instructed. Chris was doing as he was told when he suddenly had an out of body experience. In his mind’s eye, he floated above the room, looking down at the scene. He realized that his ass was now primed for entry by Dookie who was behind him stroking his huge dick. His heart fluttered and his panic increased as he felt Dookie position himself behind them. His eyes flew open as he looked at Mrs. Caravel pleadingly. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. She was useless to his cause. Once again his mouth was betraying him. He opened his mouth and begged it to scream ‘No!’, ‘Stop!’, anything. Instead it dried up and emitted nothing but a hoarse whisper. His dick too was betraying him, twitching and jerking inside the pussy, it actually felt like it was growing larger. He didn’t want this. He wanted to, no needed to leave. He gasped and opened his eyes wider still as he felt the head of Dookie’s dick rub against his ass. Dookie placed a little pressure and the pleasure he felt dismayed Chris. Then Dookie’s dick rubbed against his balls and the base of his own dick. What was Dookie doing?

“Ahhh! Oh yes, yes!” Mrs. Caravel cried out. Dookie hadn’t entered Chris. He’d joined Chris in the pussy instead. Chris lost his voice and, he was fairly certain, for at least a little while anyway, he may have lost consciousness. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He froze, uncertain of what to do. Do people do this? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure what was going on. He gradually became aware of Dookie’s huge dick under his, rubbing against him and filling the pussy so tight it was probably tighter than her ass. The pleasure was intense. The sound of Mrs. Caravel pleading and moaning was amazing. Her moist warm pussy felt amazing. Dookie’s dick stroking against his felt amazing. Heck, the feel of Dookie’s stomach on his back was amazing. Dookie wrapped his arm around Chris’ slim chest, pulling Chris’ back against his chest. Chris shuddered as Dookie nibbled on his ears and squeezed his nipples. He cried from the sheer pleasure.

“Are you OK?” Dookie asked gently. Chris was embarrassed to discover that Dookie had been watching him. He nodded and turned away from Dookie. Dookie pulled him back and kissed him gently. “Listen, don’t be afraid to tell me if I’m hurting you, ok?”

“You’re not. I’m OK.” Chris replied, relieved when Mrs. Caravel’s loud, screaming orgasm distracted Dookie and saved him further embarrassment.

Dookie lifted Chris out of the pussy and pushed him towards the teacher’s mouth. “Suck him dry!” She obeyed until Chris came in her mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at Dookie whose own eyes were glazed over in ecstasy. He watched entranced as Dookie came.

“Isn’t he beautiful when he cums?” Mrs. Caravel half gasped, half whispered, her own eyes still gazed. She came again as Dookie came and Chris shuddered mentally scolding himself for getting hard again. He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.