The two studs soon found themselves on the big king bed with their hot former teacher. They were having the time of their lives. Richard was eating out Missy like crazy, his talented tongue slurping and licking Missys snatch even better than the night before. He isolated her clit and treated it to a tongue lashing, which Missy happily endured.
She, in turn, was sucking Randys substantial jock cock with gusto. Unlike Richards monster, Randys cock was of a uniform thickness, with a cockhead just slightly bigger than the rest of his eight-inch love muscle. Missy appreciated the fact that Randy kept it trimmed, which made it easier for her to slip more of it in her mouth and down her throat. From what she could tell, the big jock was really enjoying the way she swirled her tongue around his cock. His big cock was practically buzzing with power and excitement.
Or maybe Randys moans of lust were caused by the oversized Asian tubesteak that he was trying desperate to stuff down his throat. Randy didnt know what it was, or why he was so attracted to that big cock. Was it envy? Lust? Amazement? All he knew was that it was SO FUCKING HOT to have it in his mouth. He felt an overwhelming need to please it and see how much of it he could take past his big jock lips. Richard certainly seemed to enjoy the sensation.
After some time passed, and the moans and groans from the three grew in intensity until Missy knew they each were close to cumming, she pushed her partners away from her and said, breathing heavily, Ok, OK, boys, nicely done. Lets all catch our breath for a minute. The two boys panted as well, their cocks looking even harder than they were before. Missy stood up and walked over to her mirror to see just how disheveled she looked. Not too bad! She turned back to the bed and faced the boys, who were lounging on the mattress. Time for a switch! she said.
Switch? Richard asked. What do you mean?
You know, switch partners. You did an excellent job sucking my clit, now I want to return the favor.
Yeah, but if you suck me, what do I do?
Well, you do Randy.
What?!! Richard yelled, jumping off the bed and walking towards her. No way! Im not sucking his dick!
Why not?
Im no fag! Im a real man! I dont suck dicks, I get my dick sucked!
Missy saw Randy slowly rise from the bed behind Richard. The jock did not look happy.
Richard, I think you are over-reacting. Randy was nice enough to pleasure you, now you should do something for him in return . . . .
No way! Just because hes a cocksucker doesnt mean that I am! Im the one with the big dick here, not him and his puny little weiner!
Randy was looking angry now, angry enough to break Richard in two. Richards big dick would not protect him from the muscular athletes rage.
All that talk about the women hes fucked, ha! I doubt he even had sex with any of them, he was down on his knees sucking me fast enough, the fag!
Missy knew she needed to step in, now. Randy looked angry enough to tear off Richards colossal cock and beat him to death with it. So, she grabbed Richards dick and squeezed, HARD. (It had worked before.)
Oowwwchh! Not again! Shit, dont do that!
Mr. Long, be silent.
But I . . .
I SAID be silent! Another hard squeeze made Richard obey. Missy thought quickly.
Mr. Long, you need to learn how to play well with others. Now, first of all, if you ever use the f word again to describe Randy or ANYONE else in a pejorative way, you will regret it. Understand?
OK, I was just . . . AAHHHH! Yes, yes, I understand!
Good. Now, you seem to be under the impression that a man is measured by how many women hes fucked. I dont agree with that proposition, but lets assume for the moment that it is true. Randy, will you come over here and stand by me? The jock complied, still looking angry at Richard.
Now Randy, Missy began, placing her hand on his chest. God his pecs are big and hard! Randy, just how many women have you had sex with?
Randy thought for a minute. Twenty-eight.
My, the boys been busy. You mean youve had sex twenty-eight times?
No, Ive had sex with twenty-eight different women. If I counted every time I had sex, well, that would be, well, a lot.
Oh, the dear sweet boy. The dear, sweet, fuckable, studly boy.
Very good. Now Richard, how many women have you fucked?
Well, you know, its hard, I mean, my parents wouldnt let me, you know . . .
So, in round numbers, zero? Is that right?
Yes, Ms. Jones, Richard said quietly.
So it seems that Randy is a lot more of a man than you are. You would like to change that, wouldnt you? Wouldnt you like to sink that big cock of yours into a womans tight, hot hole?
Missys hot talk perked up Richards attention (among other things). It also helped that Missy had begun stroking Richards log, bringing it back to life. More than anything, he responded.
Would mine do?
Oh, absolutely!
Ok, Richard. Heres the deal. Ill let you fuck me. Ill let you see just how far that big cock of yours can go inside me. But on one condition.
What?
You have to let Randy put his dick in your mouth. To be specific: for every inch of his cock you suck, Ill let an inch of your cock inside me. A fuck for a suck. Thats fair, isnt it? What do you say?
A long minute passed. Richards urge to lose his V card struggled with his reluctance to let another mans dick in his mouth. Im not gay! I dont want to suck dick! But Ms. Smith is so hot! And Im sooo horny! Can I? Should I?
Another long moment passed. With a determined look in his eyes, Richard responded. Lets do this.