by Hazel Parker
Chad reached down and held Karen’s head still as Derrick began to force his dick further down her throat. She stuck her tongue out as he did this and felt herself beginning to gag, her eyes watering. With a sputter of a breath, Derrick pulled back and Karen let out a cough. She looked up at Derrick and winked through the water. He shooed Chad’s hands away and took her face in both hands and began to fuck her open mouth. Spit and saliva spilled from her mouth as he did this; Karen gagged every few thrusts. He did this for a few moments and then Chad reached forward and took control.
Karen gasped as she reached over and continued to stroke Derrick’s dick with her free hand. Chad took hold of the back of her head and began to thrust vigorously into the back of her throat. Karen gagged and reached forward with one hand to stop him, but he slowly lowered her further until she nearly had the whole dick in her mouth. She held her breath as long as she could but pulled back, gasping for air. Both Derrick and Chad moaned in pleasure as she did this. Her eyes were watering and her make-up was running, but she had never felt more beautiful.
Both Chad and Derrick reached down as she was catching her breath and began to play with one of her tits. Her labored breaths only became more labored when she was now quivering with every touch of their hands tugging and pinching her tits. She raised up from her knees and led both young men by their dicks to her desk. Chad took the lead and pushed everything off her desk onto the floor and lifted Karen into the air. She couldn’t help but notice he didn’t even seem to break a sweat doing this. He laid her down on the desk and spread her legs.
Chad knelt at that point and began to eat her out. His tongue lapped at her clit and he sucked on it as he went, kissing her inner thighs and digging his face into her pussy. His tongue delved into her pussy and he came out to breathe and to suck her clit, her body tingling and quickly becoming covered in goosebumps. Her legs shook as he did this and after a few moments of purely eating her out, he took two fingers and gingerly slid them inside her, rubbing around and feeling for her G-Spot.
As Chad did this, Derrick pulled her slightly so that her head would be resting off the edge of the desk and, while stroking his own dick, he placed his balls in her mouth. He dipped them in and out, teasing Karen as her tongue reached out for them, her moans from Chad’s tonguing echoing and humming along Derrick’s own balls. Derrick let his balls rest in her mouth, her own tongue now rubbing them and sucking on them. He reached down to her tits and began to fondle them, his moans mixing in with those of Karen.
After a few minutes, Karen couldn’t take the foreplay any longer and sat up, grabbing Chad by the cock. She pulled him forward gently and slid his throbbing dick inside her. Chad and Karen both moaned loudly in unison and Chad took hold of her waist and began to pull her towards him, the desk shaking under her.
Chad’s dick throbbed inside her as her hands reached out and grabbed onto the edges of the desk, her fingernails digging into the wood. Derrick shifted around so that he was on the side of the desk and began to rub her clit, slapping it gently every couple of thrusts from Chad. Karen let out a scream when he did that and asked him for more through labored breaths.
Derrick then leaned down and, while still rubbing her clit, began to kiss her. Their tongues lapped at one another and her moans were muffled by his mouth. Chad began to speed up then, the thrusts came harder and faster until he was nearly ready to cum. As he felt himself getting close, he pulled out and shifted around the desk. Derrick stopped what he was doing and moved to her pussy where he slapped it a few times with his massive dick. He spit on her pussy and then went to work. Her pussy felt tight when he entered inside her and she let out another moan.
Chad moved to her face where he allowed Karen to suck his balls as he let his dick cool down from that pounding. She reached up with one hand and stoked it as Chad played with her clit, just as Derrick had done. Karen knew that she couldn’t be as loud as she was being, but she couldn’t help herself as Derrick’s cock thrusted further and further inside her. She didn’t know what to do to quiet the noise so she continued to yell out their names.
Karen had no idea how much time had passed, but Chad shifted away from her and grabbed their clothes from around the room and laid them out on the floor in an almost makeshift bed. Karen couldn’t focus as Derrick continued to pound into her, but with just a glance between the two young men, Derrick stopped and pulled out. He leaned down and kissed her clit once and then moved to lay down on the floor on the makeshift bed.
Chad then helped Karen down off the desk, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and laid her down on top of the awaiting dick of Derrick. She slid down gracefully onto his dick, biting her lower lip as she did so to not be too loud. She was almost tasting blood when she reached the base of his dick. Derrick reached forward and pulled her down on top of him, her tits firmly pressed up against his chiseled chest. That was when they took it to the next level.
As Derrick began to slowly start with a new rhythm of thrusting, Chad kneeled behind them and spit onto her asshole. He teased it with his thumb for a few seconds before shifting forward with his dick and, with his thumb, he pressed his dick into her ass. Karen let out a long moan as he did this, her tight asshole sliding apart to make way for his hard cock. She felt Derrick’s hand pulling her head into his neck so that he could watch and this made her moan even louder. Chad had both hands full with trying to slide his dick in, so Derrick reached down and spread her ass cheeks apart.
In an instant, Chad’s dick slid fully inside her and Karen let out the loudest moan. With a shout, she yelled for them to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Both Derrick and Chad obliged and began to thrust in unison; their dicks throbbed as they thrusted together inside her.
Karen’s voice was nearly gone by the time they were in a rhythm. Her body quivered and she lost all semblance of control of her limbs. Karen’s body went limp after a few moments of this and her concept of time went out the window. The two men’s hands swept across her body like winds sweeping across the plains.
Both Chad and Derrick were also both about to cum when they pulled out. Karen mustered the strength to roll over onto her back as they both stood up and began to stroke their dicks. Karen raised herself onto her knees and knelt with a waiting mouth. Chad came first and his dick shot cum across her face, landing some in her mouth. Karen laughed at this just as Derrick’s dick erupted into her mouth; his load of hot cum nearly filled her. Both men helped her to her feet as she swallowed both loads.
Karen walked around the edge of the desk, using it as support the whole way, and slumped into her chair that had been pushed across the room slightly. Both Chad and Derrick began to separate their clothes back out, but Karen dismissed them with the wave of her hand. Both men smiled and sat back down in the two seats that were there for people meeting with her. Karen cleared her throat, and a little raspy, asked,
“So, do you have any questions about the class?”
THE END
What He Didn’t Know
Brandon sat at his kitchen table staring at his young daughter, who sat across the table from him. He picked up his coffee cup, stirred it for a second, and took a sip. He placed it back down on the table and grabbed his spoon, taking in another mouthful of plain cereal. Ever since his wife had passed, he felt like it was his responsibility to set a good example. Even if that meant that he could no longer eat his sugar-infused cereals.
It was also a strange change for him because, as he was running for mayor, every choice that he made was scrutinized. Even in his small town, he would find out on the evening news what he had purchased hours earlier from the grocery store. His daughter didn’t seem to mind the attention, but he struggled with the concept of living in a fishbowl.
His daughter, Suzy, sat reading the Sunday comics from the local newspaper: the same ones he had read as a child. And as he occasionally glanced over her shoulder at their TV, he couldn’t help but keep looking at the paper. There was something that jumped out at him on th
is particular morning, and it wasn’t the Garfield. It was a bright, full color ad with a logo that seemed so familiar to him. He could vaguely read “Quick’s Circus Company” along the top.
“Hey, honey. Let me see that page really quick.” He reached across the table as his daughter looked up from the paper. He quickly slid it out of her hands before she could grab a firm hold of it. She objected loudly, but picked up her spoon to continue eating her cereal, which had gotten a bit soggy from sitting.
“Fine, but I get it back as soon you’re done,” she said through a mouthful of milk and cereal. She turned and watched the television as he agreed absently. He read the ad to himself under his breath:
“This weekend only, on its last tour across the continental United States, Quick’s Circus Company! Come out for a fun-filled weekend that will transport you back to your childhood and to yesteryear, when all you needed for fun was wonder!”
He folded up the paper and handed it back to his daughter, who quickly opened it back up to the comic she had been reading. Brandon sat back in his seat and thought carefully, staring at the TV set. He hadn’t been to the circus in years, and even though he had despised them as a child, he couldn’t wait to go back.
“Suzy, what do you say about going to check out that circus next week?” His daughter flipped over the paper and quickly read through the advertisement herself. She looked back up at him confused and took a sip of her orange juice.
“I thought you hated clowns.” Brandon laughed and stood up, collecting the dirty dishes that were on the table. It was true though, he had grown up fearing clowns and people on stilts. His older brother had let him watch Stephen King’s IT when he was babysitting him and it scarred him for life. He assumed that the only thing circuses had to offer were clowns that could transform into giant insects. That is, until he was home from college and went to this particular circus with some friends.
“This isn’t that kind of circus,” he said, placing the dishes in the sink across the room. “This is a traditional circus, more of a carnival. It’s got high wire acts, strongmen, bearded ladies, and magicians.” He leaned up against the counter and looked at his daughter, who sat silently staring at him. “So?” She looked away and focused back on the newspaper.
“Sure, if seeing ladies with beards and people walk on ropes is that important to you.”
*****
It had been the summer between his junior and senior years of college when Quick’s Circus Company had come through town. He and a few of his childhood friends from the neighborhood had decided that they would buy some weed off their local drug dealer and head into the circus to see the magic shows. They thought that maybe if they were high, the show would be more interesting.
It was up to Brandon to buy the weed, so he planned on meeting the dealer at the circus. Kill two birds with one stone, he thought. Until, after buying his weed, he got lost and realized he and his friends hadn’t figured out a meeting place. So, after wandering around for about an hour, he decided that he would check out a few booths for himself. That was when he met Ashley.
He had found his way into a side tent where girls were dancing in Arabic skirts, coins clinking together, their stomachs moving in ways he had never seen. His eyes were drawn, as if by some other-worldly force, to Ashley. She was in the back of the group, not belly dancing, but twirling a hula hoop around her body, contorting and sliding. It was as if the hula hoop was staying in one place and her body had become a fluid that moved around it.
He found a seat and watched in admiration for the entirety of the show, transfixed on her. They had made eye contact a number of times and he noticed how she would blush and look away, but he couldn’t look away even if he tried.
The show came to an end and all of the ladies bowed to the crowd, which stood and applauded their performance. Brandon stood up as well, but instead of clapping, he made his way towards the exit. He wanted to make sure that he could catch this mystery dancer before she slipped away. So, he ran towards the back of the tent and nearly collided with the dancers as they filed out from beneath the tent curtain. He slipped between them and caught up to the young girl carrying the hula hoop.
“Excuse me,” he stuttered out. Ashley turned around to face him and Brandon froze. She was strikingly beautiful. Her hair was two-toned; the crown of her head was blonde and underneath, her longer hairs were a mix of brown and black. It was something that he had never seen done in his small town. She wore a small shirt, cut off to expose her toned midriff. Tattoos could be seen poking out from her waistline and he noticed another tattoo that traveled from her back up to her shoulder.
“Can I help you?” she asked with a smile. Her smile warmed him like no alcoholic beverage ever had. Whiskey burned his chest, but the smile from this woman made him feel happy. Her blue eyes were soft and gentle, but they twisted into confusion after a moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that never happens,” he stammered. He realized that he was literally awe struck and had stood, mouth agape, staring at her. She laughed as he tried to formulate words. “My name is Brandon; can I take you out for a drink or something?” She looked around the circus grounds and back at him.
“I have another show in an hour; can you settle on a few beers in my dressing room?”
*****
Brandon followed Ashley as she walked back towards her dressing room. He was transfixed by the way she moved her hips when she walked because of the way it made her ass shake. She had a large butt, one of the largest he had seen, but it was firm and perky in a way that he just wanted to reach out and grab it. However, for all of his gusto to follow her out of the tent and introduce himself, it abandoned him when he was actually face to face with her now.
So he walked the entire way back, following her in a trance, and as they neared the trailer, she turned and caught him staring down, obviously watching her ass as she walked. His eyes darted back up in horror, realizing she had turned around, but his gaze wasn’t met with anger or disgust; he was met by a smile.
She had clearly liked the attention, which he would be happy to give her all night. She turned back around and opened the door to the dressing room and she peeked inside quickly, without letting him see.
“Sorry, just want to make sure I didn’t leave anything out that I don’t want you to see.” Her voice trailed off, but he heard her whisper under her breath: “Yet.” She quickly did a once over of the room and seemed satisfied, so she held the door open for Brandon, who made his way inside after her. Considering how small the trailer looked from the outside, he was shocked at the size.
Upon stepping inside, he was greeted by a small kitten. Ashley apologized quickly, but Brandon just bent down and scooped the kitten up into his arms. The cat immediately began to purr as Brandon used his free hand to scratch the kitten under the chin. He looked up at Ashley who took a step back in surprise and folded her arms, almost in irritation.
“He’s never that nice to anyone,” she said incredulously. “You’re something special, that’s for sure.” She walked across the room to a small fridge that sat in the corner and cracked the door open. She paused and looked back at him, “Or are you part cat?” She peered back inside the fridge for a few moments and finally leaned in and pulled out two dark beers. “Wanna see a trick?” Brandon looked up and saw Ashley twist the two caps off using only her forearm. Brandon set the cat down and clapped.
“That’s very impressive. And you, out there, doing the thing with the hoop, was incredible.” She handed him a beer and sat down on the couch that was on the other side of the trailer. She patted the seat next to her and he walked over and sat beside her. The couch was surprisingly comfy considering it looked so worn out and beaten up.
“Do you have any tricks, Brandon?” She looked at him intently, not in a frightening way, but rather as if she was genuinely interested in what he had to say. Brandon appreciated that for a moment and answered.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m a fantastic public sp
eaker.” She laughed and took a sip of her beer. Brandon noted that he had made her laugh, so he was making progress. “People always tell me I’m destined for politics, but we’ll see. I’d love to get out of this town, honestly.” Ashley nodded and Brandon took a long sip of beer, checking his watch stealthily. He wanted to know how much time he had before she would kick him out.
“I’m honestly the opposite way,” Ashley said, looking off into the distance. “I’ve never really had a place to call home. I’ve always been on the road for one reason or another.” They each took a moment of silence and drank their beer. “I guess that’s why the circus life comes easy for me.” Brandon nodded and thought about what to say. He wanted to ask about her parents or siblings, but felt like that may be too personal a topic for a first “date.”
“So, how did you get into the circus, anyway?” Ashley shifted in her seat so that she was fully facing Brandon and placed the beer between her legs as she sat. Brandon couldn’t help but focus on how the condensation from the bottle of beer began to bead up slightly on her thighs. He could tell that she had strong thighs, and he wanted to reach out and grab them. Or at least to see what those thighs would look like wet.