ED Note: Michael, the cheating 40-something lothario and Allison, the incredibly oral heroine of our story, had just reunited after a lengthy separation. The first order of business was another great cock-sucking episode (see: The Return Of The Oral Bank Teller), and now the devilish diva was about to take their relationship to yet another lascivious level. You might want to catch up on the history of these two after you meet them in this, the current installment of the ongoing series: The Oral Bank Teller.)

Exhausted after the 45-minute blowjob, Michael's freshly showered skin began to bead with perspiration. He leaned against the bathroom doorway, staring in disbelief at his ever-playful girlfriend and instinctively reached for his limp cock. The little cum-queen had been a very busy young lady, he thought to himself, as he surveyed the hotel room. Not only had she straightened out, packed her bags, and neatly laid his clothes on the bed; but she had managed to tidy herself up and had actually done a complete makeover. She looked very different from the girl he left a few minutes ago. This was well planned, he noted, wondering what the hell she was up to. Intrigued, amused and aroused by her adventurous nature, he absent-mindedly played with his dick as his eyes took her in.

Allison's cascading, elegantly curly red hair was now pulled back into a cute, bouncy ponytail. She had removed all traces of makeup from her pretty face--- including the scarlet lip gloss smeared with the cum he had recently deposited on her lips. Michael worshipped those lips--- those cock-sucking flesh-pillows he loved to plow his dick into. They were now matte-soft and blushing deep coral pink. They seemed to whisper, "fuck my mouth" to him from across the room. Her delicate earlobes, he noticed, were devoid of their usual gold or diamond enhancements---allowing her emerald green eyes to dominate her face and sparkle noticeably, absent the glittery competition. Her flawless skin, sans makeup and jewelry, made her appear younger, unspoiled, almost china doll cute. The girl was always gorgeous no matter what she wore or how she was made up, he reminded himself: slim, athletic body well toned and evenly tanned; wide shoulders and tiny waist perfectly proportioned to her tight sassy ass and firm, gravity-defying 34C tits. She had a model's body, except that she was barely five foot tall. The effect of cosmetic subtraction on Allison face wasn't plain-Jane---not at all--- but a stunning enhancement of her underlying natural beauty. When she looked like this, the 25 year-old beauty could pass for 17.

But Michael had seen her makeup-less before. The big surprise---and what really made him sweat---were the clothes. Allison always dressed expensively, stylishly, but in a consciously conservative way so as not to attract unnecessary attention. She liked to choose her men discreetly. What she was wearing when he stepped into the room was nothing short of outrageous! It appeared to be a school uniform: a sexy-short red jumper over a lacy-collared white blouse. Below the tight waist, a pleated skirt clung to her slim girlish hips before swishing out and ending a good six inches above her knees, exposing a generous amount of deliciously firm thigh. There was a school insignia embroidered on one of the shoulder straps---a little gold shield identifying Saint Something-or-Other Catholic High School. It drew the eyes to the uplifted curves of her perfect orange-sized breasts. It was an adorable and authentic looking outfit, he decided--- polished off with a string tie, shiny black patent leather shoes and white lacy-topped ankle socks. The socks actually had little pink hearts on them, a minor detail he noted with a smile. To top it off with devilish style, she wore a red beret---with an identical school emblem---rakishly tilted to the side. The fresh-faced look and the outrageous outfit succeeded in transforming the sex-crazed bank teller into a sexy, budding little nymph. She looked like a virgin on a mission, and precocious as hell.

He stood there, speechless. Allison posed seductively from the other side of the bed--- smiling, hands on hips, head cocked to the side. Her cat-like grin drew his attention to her sexy mouth---a source of indescribable pleasure Michael knew intimately. Allison's mouth was odd but invitingly shaped-slightly more round than elliptical, with exquisite arches in her upper lip that formed a near perfect heart when she puckered up to kiss the head of a dick. Without gloss or artificial color, her sexy mouth appeared soft and supple, manufactured in heaven just for oral sex. She stared into his eyes with her lips parted suggestively like a 17 year-old begging for a kiss. He couldn't believe this was the same girl he had mercilessly throat-fucked just fifteen minutes ago---the metamorphosis from woman to woman-child was that complete. He felt his cock push against the towel around his waist as his eyes beheld the perfect angel-whore.

She broke into a mischievous laugh, enjoying his confusion, as she threw him his clothes and began to gather her things. She had just spent almost an hour on her knees sucking Michael off, yet she was animated and full of energy, and impatient for him to get dressed and go out. She giggled as she spoke in a sweet, little girl voice.

"C'mon, professor, I want to show you a really fun game I learned from Robert. I think you'll like it. C'mon, hurry up and get dressed."

"What's with the professor shit?" Michael asked.

"You're the teacher and I'm the student", she replied matter-of-factly with a sly grin.

"OK", he said. "I get that, the outfit and all. But where the hell are we going?"

"I don't know, yet"

"What do you mean, you don't know?" He replied, totally confused now.

She paused for a second, holding her elbow and tapping a tiny finger against her chin like a patient pedagogue deep in thought, and explained.

"Ok...you like watching me suck you off, right?" It was a rhetorical question because the two of them were voyeuristic sluts and they both knew it. Watching was almost as much fun as the sex itself.

"How would you like to watch me suck someone elses dick...a perfect stranger... in this outfit?" she continued. The question took the naked, sweating Michael by surprise and he didn't reply right away.

"Well, uh...I'm not ...hmm...I don't know, Allison. A perfect stranger? I'm...ah...not possessive...you know that...but...well...I'm not sure how I'd react to you doing another guy in front of me," he answered honestly.

"Ok. Try this," she said. "Take a good, long look at me."

She pirouetted slowly, pursed her pouty lips, and allowed him to inspect her, top to bottom. She was a sexy sight, he had to agree. Looking into his eyes, she lowered hers demurely and blew him a flirtatious kiss. Then she slowly sank to her knees, placed her hands obediently in her lap, and looked up at him.

"Now close your eyes and picture me giving a nice, long, hands-free blowjob."

Michael did as asked. Visualizing a gorgeous, tight-bodied teenager on her knees earnestly feeding on a blood engorged cock like only Allison could, he imagined smooth young lips hungrily gliding up and down a thick wet shaft, baby-soft ponytail swaying happily in rhythm with a sweetly bobbing head. The taboo of adolescent sex held a dark, but thrilling attraction. It was every older guys fantasy. He realized Allison was offering him the opportunity to indulge this most forbidden, unmentionable desire through an act of a simple, innocent, decidedly adult role-playing game. His dick immediately sprang to full attention. That was all he needed to know.

"Fuck it," he said. "I'm game. Lets go!"

"Great. It'll be fun, I promise," she assured him as she threw him the keys to her Lexus. "Just remember. Once we leave this room, you're the professor and I'm your teenage student. You have to stay totally in character to get the most out of this. Be a strict teacher, now, cause I'm a very-she emphasized the word very obedient girl. Ok?"

"Students should speak only when spoken to!" He took a shot at playing the disciplinarian. It fit. This was going to be fun.

"Exactly. I love you, Michael!" she replied cheerfully. "Err...sorry, sir. I'll be a good little girl from here on out. I promise."

She walked a step or two behind him as they headed out the door to the elevator. During the crowded ride down she didn't say a word; but Michael could see every male eye straining to check her out. He laughed to himself. She was the teenage nymph every guy dreamed of meeting on the Internet. And she was all his.

Once they were on the road she reached over and began fondling his cock, as she always did when they were alone in a car. Allison had a non-stop erotic focus. Every moment was potentially sexual for her. She laid out the game plan. "From here on out you have to absolutely stay in character. Just look at me...it wont be hard," she added with a giggle. She was right. He still couldn't believe how young she looked.

"Ok, I'm with you so far. But where are we going?" Michael wanted to know.

"Pick a place," she replied. "Ooh, here's a good one...right up ahead there," she chirped before he had a chance to think about it. She pointed to a Comfort Inn coming up on the right. Michael swung into the parking lot and found a spot. As they exited the car and walked toward the entrance she told him to relax, be himself, and follow her lead.

"Ooh, professor, are we gonna get a room here?" Allison began the charade, literally skipping with glee and holding Michael's hand.

"Uuh, yes, honey. I think so." Michael replied, feeling a little silly, but getting the hang of it.

"Gee, I hope we can find a cute guy to help me with my lessons," she wondered out loud.

"Your lessons?" He wasn't sure what she meant.

"You know, silly. My lessons," she repeated. He was still confused; but when she started licking her lips at him he began to get the picture.

"Oh, just lets go in," she said impatiently. "Trust me, professor. You'll figure it out."

The well-dressed professor and the pretty little student walked into the lobby and right up to the young man behind the main desk. He was good-looking: blonde hair, nice build, maybe six-two. He couldn't have been more than twenty, twenty-one. Allison held Michael's hand and crossed her ankles demurely as he struck up a conversation with the handsome desk clerk.

"Well, good afternoon, young man, how are you?" Michael began.

"Just fine, sir," the boy replied politely. "Can I help you?"

"Is the manager in?"

"Uh, yes, sir. Uh, I'm the manager...at the moment." He was talking to Michael but his attention was focused on the pretty young thing by his side. She flirted right back at him and crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times as she shifted her weight nervously from side to side.

"My parents own this place. Their on vacation, so I'm in charge," he announced proudly, all the while eyeing Allison's sexy body. She looked right back at him and sprung the trap.

"Ooh, I bet you're a really smart guy, running this whole place and all. That's really cool," she said to him. As she spoke she squeezed Michaels hand tightly. He took that to be a signal that the young manager would do just nicely for their little game. He took it from there.

"Very admirable, son. Your parents must be very proud of you," He complimented. "What's your name?"

"Richard, sir," he replied. "I think their proud of me, yes, sir."

"Well, that's nice to see in this day and age, you know, Richard. Good children are a parents' greatest asset, I always say. Take my student Allison here. She's a perfect young lady. Pretty, too, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, most definitely, sir. Very pretty." He was staring at her, trying to be polite, but his mouth was watering.

"She's very smart, too, Richard. Aren't you, dear?" Michael turned to the hot looking teen.

"Yes, sir, I try to study very hard all the time and learn all my lessons like a good girl," she offered back.

"Yes, you do, sweetie. That's why you do so well in school."

"Why thank you, sir." There was more than a hint of sensuality in her reply, but she was looking at Richard. "And I love doing my lessons."

"Which reminds me. You know, Richard, we could use your help with something."

"Yes, sir. Anything I can do. I'd be happy to help you. Do you need a room?" he asked.

"Well, yes we do, son; but there's something else."

"Anything, sir", the kid replied, his eyes still on the girl.

"Well, you see", Michael continued, "Allison and I have been on the road for a few days now. She' competing in the state spelling bee championship and, well, to be truthful I haven't had time to keep up with her education, what with travel arrangements and papers to grade. She's behind in a couple of really important lessons, actually. She's been studying so hard lately, I'd hate for her to fall behind. Maybe you can help us."

"What's the subject, sir?" he asked innocently. "I'm pretty good at Math and English."

"Nothing like that, Richard, thank you. Thats my job. You see, the subject is...Sex," Michael spoke matter-of-factly, looking him straight in the eye.

"Excuse me." He wasn't sure he heard right.

"Sex, Richard. In addition to her academics, Allison here is studying the wonderful art of sex, specifically oral sex," he told him point blank. "Would you be able to help with her next lesson?"

The kid was dumbfounded. He heard Michael loud and clear but still didn't quite believe it. Staring at the young girl, though, he quickly figured out that she wasn't licking her lips because they were chapped.

"What do you say, Richard, wouldn't you like this beautiful young girl here to perform oral sex on you?" Michael asked rhetorically. "Why don't you get someone to cover the desk and we can go back there in the office and talk some more about it."

The kid was speechless, but he quickly picked up the phone and got his post covered. He ushered them politely into the back, his eyes glued to the curves of the foxy teenager.

Once he closed the door the lecher in Michael took over and he improvised a speech on the spot.

"You see, Richard, a lovely young girl like Allison here has a very bright and lucrative future. She's not from a rich family, son, but she has the opportunity to someday be a very rich woman... if she marries well. To accomplish that she has to have some very important feminine qualities: beauty and intelligence for one, which she obviously has, and skills, Richard...womanly skills... if you know what I mean. A woman needs to be able to keep her man happy. That's easier said than done and competition for the right man is fierce. So, you see, I've been training young Allison here in the fine art of oral sex. She's an attentive and willing pupil, I assure you. Someday this young lady is going to be the greatest fellatrix the world has ever known."

Richard was still in shock. "Yes, sir...if you say so, sir. I guess."

"Trust me, son. I know what I'm talking about. Why don't you just take off your pants, and in a few minutes you'll know exactly what I mean."

This time the young hotel manager didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and underwear in about three seconds. His cock was already hard from looking at Allison and it sprung right to attention. It was huge, a good ten inches long and very thick. Michael heard the girl take in a quick breath.

"Verrry nice!" Michael complimented, as he turned to the young girl, who was intently staring at the boys cock. He removed her hat. "Honey, you can assume the position,"

Allison stepped up very close to Richard, looked him in the eyes, and sank to her knees.

"Good girl," Michael praised as he wheeled a nearby desk chair over and sat close to the two of them: Richard with his back to the office wall and the sexy teenager kneeling submissively between his legs, her hands resting in her lap. Waiting patiently for instructions, the young girl looked up innocently at the raging cock just above her face. Michael noticed her palms pressing tightly into her inner thighs and he knew her little pussy was beginning to juice up. She was such a slut for cock. He thought he would tease her a little.

"Stroke your cock Richard. Make it nice and hard for her. She likes to suck it when its real hard, don't you, darling?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"He has a nice cock, doesn't he? A perfect specimen."

"Mmm, yes, its so big"

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's just what you need."

"Ooh, professor, look...look at the tip...there's white stuff leaking out of it!" she interrupted, excited that the boy cock was already making pre-cum.

"That's good, Allison...that's a very good sign. Your making him hot. I'd say he wants you to suck it very badly. Isn't that right, Richard?

"Damn, you bet I do. Is she gonna let me come in her mouth, sir? Jesus, she's so pretty."

"We'll see, son. We'll see. Don't be so anxious. She's young and we have to be patient with her. Why don't you let her taste some of that and see if she likes it?"

"Fuck, yea," the young man blurted, as he tilted his cock toward the mouth of the kneeling girl.

Allison obediently met the tip of the now throbbing dick with parted lips. Richard milked it for her and a couple of globs of thick white fuck-juice dropped into her lovely open mouth. As the stream of seminal fluid slid down her tongue and into her throat, she swallowed contentedly and smiled.

"Mmmm, I like it. It tastes a little salty but it's nice and warm in my tummy."

"There now, that's a good girl. It's a good feeling, isn't it darling...that warm feeling in your tummy? Remember now, if you suck a mans cock well he'll always give you that. That's your reward, honey...for being a good little girl."

"I wont forget, sir."

"Do you want some more?" Michael asked.

"Mmm, hmm!" she nodded enthusiastically. Richard stood there, mouth open, cock in hand, but not quite believing what was happening.

Michael looked at the kid. "What do you think, Richard? You want to cum in this pretty little girl's mouth?"

"Jesus Christ, Yes...sir!" He snapped out of his disbelief.

Allison was ready. You could tell by the way she was fidgeting and rubbing her knees together. Her ponytail was swaying in anticipation.

"Start licking it, sweetie." Michael instructed, to begin the lesson.

He told the kid to let go of his cock. "Let her do the work," he said sternly. "She has to learn."

With her head tilted back, Richard's cock dangled well above the teenagers face. She was so petite she had to arch her back, pull her heels in and sit up straight to reach it. She obediently extended her little pink tongue to the base of the shaft and began carefully licking the huge penis in long open-mouthed strokes. It felt like steel wrapped in silk against her tongue and smelled like musk. She licked it carefully, making sure to get it all, like a kid eating a melting ice cream cone, and pretty soon Richard's cock began to glisten with a smooth coating of saliva. He closed his eyes and sunk back into the wall as he experienced the excruciating pleasure of Allison's talented mouth for the first time.

You could hear faint sounds of satisfaction coming from deep within the girl's diaphragm as she orally bathed the boy's prick. Michael caught her watching him out of the corner of her eye, obviously enjoying the taste of the cock, but also looking for signs of approval from him. He reached down and rubbed his own dick, which was beginning to get hard, to let her know he was enjoying the show. Her eyes twinkled and her lips arced into a knowing smile. She relaxed, and obediently resumed her tongue-work.

Continuing to lap contentedly along the underside of the huge penis, she reached the cleft beneath the huge mushroom head, and then paused. "Is this the spot, professor?" she asked studiously.
"Very good, honey." Michael replied "Your such a smart girl. You remember your lessons so well." She smiled proudly as she looked up at Richard. He was in another world, and beginning to breathe heavily.

"Now try to find the center of it with your tongue," Michael told her. "You'll know when you've hit the right spot."

Encouraged by her teacher's directions, Allison narrowed the tip of her tongue and began to lick the underside of the bulbous head in tight, wet little circles. When she reached the area where the foreskin meets the crown, Richards's body twitched involuntarily and he let out a low moan.

"Ooooh, God, that feels sooo fucking good!"

"There, now, honey. See, it's just a little different for every man," Michael pointed out. "You found his spot very quickly. You're getting very good at this. Now, lick it gently for a while. Take your time. Let him enjoy your tongue. I think he likes what your doing. Don't you, Richard? Do you like her tongue on your dick?"

"Damn, yes, sir. You bet I do. God it feels great."

"Is her mouth hot?" Michael asked.

"Yes...sir...its hot.... and...wet...and..."

"Tell her, son. Tell her what her hot little mouth feels like on your penis. She needs to hear it."

"God, Allison, your tongue feels so hot on my cock. Oh yeah, like that, mmm, just like that...don't stop!"

"Don't worry, son, she's just getting started," Michael laughed. "Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes, sir, I like licking his penis... it's so hard. It tastes good...and...I can feel the big vein throbbing on my tongue. I want to suck it. Can I? Can I suck it now?"

"Well, Allison, that's up to Richard here. Is that what you want her to do, son?"

"Yes, sir...but...like, this is so weird...I mean...you're here...and...well...I've never really had a girl do it to me like this...on her knees and all...and somebody watching..."

Michael cut him off. "Well, maybe you need a little encouragement."

He directed his attention to the kneeling student. "Honey, its time to practice your sex-talk now. This is very important. Remember what I told you about talking to men while you blow them? Men love it. This is the right time, sweetie. Tell him what kind of girl you are. Tell him what you're going to do for him."

She took the cue and stopped licking for a moment. She looked up into the boy's eyes from her submissive position. There was vulnerability and innocence oozing from her pretty young lips as she spoke.

"It's Ok, Richard. Professor is teaching me to be a plaything, a fuck-toy for men. He calls me his little cocksucker. I like that. I've been sucking cocks since I was 13... even his. I'm a nasty little cock-slut. I'm getting real good at giving blowjobs 'cause I love doing it. If you let me suck yours, I promise I'll do it good."

Richard stood there, dumfounded, as the cute teenager continued to fuck-talk.

"Don't feel weird. Professor Michael loves me very much. He's teaching me how to please men. It's for my own good. I like kneeling in front of men and putting their penises in my mouth. It makes me feel feminine, like a real woman. Someday I'm going to be kneeling in front of a man who's going to give me anything I want because I suck his cock every single day to keep him happy. It's Ok for me to give you a blowjob, Richard, 'cause I need to practice being a good cocksucker. When I grow up men will always want to give me stuff. Anything I want, right professor?" she turned to Michael.

"That's right, honey, any fucking thing you want!" Michael's cock was getting hard listening to her, too.

She continued plying the boy. "When I'm finished sucking you off I bet your going to be so happy you'll give us the best room in the hotel. Free. Right, sir?"

Michael chuckled to himself. What a cunning bitch she was, always scheming. "That's right, dear."

"Yea... sure, whatever," the panting boy interjected. "Just don't stop. God, I can't believe this!"

Allison kept it up. " All the girls in school give head, Richard, but I'm the best dick sucker you'll ever meet. Use my mouth for your pleasure. Use it any way you want. I'm on my knees to service you."

"Can I come in your mouth? I've never come in a girls mouth," the kid asked, fully aroused by her filthy language.

"Of course, if that's what you want."

"Will you swallow it?" he asked innocently.

Allison paused and looked over at Michael. This was a question she needed him to answer and she knew it instinctively. Watching her suck another mans cock was one thing. Swallowing another mans cum in front of him brought back memories of their first meeting, when he sent her home to her abusive husband with a mouthful of semen. She secretly swallowed it in front of the scumbag, as a sign of disrespect. It was a bond between them, a line she wasn't sure Michael wanted to cross.

"We'll see, honey," was all he could offer. He wasn't thinking very straight already.

Richard looked at him. "Please, sir, I can't wait much longer, I'm going to shoot my load just listening to her. Please tell her to do it now."

"No, son, it's not up to me. She's your little cocksucker. You tell her. Tell her what you want her to do."

Richard looked down at the kneeling teenager. She was so pretty and seemed so vulnerable on her knees. He was unnecessarily polite. "Please, Allison. Please do it," he asked lamely.

"Do what, Richard. What do you want me to do?" she goaded him. She got off on dirty talk as much as Michael did. She wanted to hear it.

"Please suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth."

"You don't have to say please, Richard. I'm on my knees between your legs. I'm a slut, a cock-whore. Talk to me like one."

He got the message. "Yea...yea, right. You're a fucking slut! Suck my dick you little cunt. Suck it good. Make me cum in your filthy cock sucking mouth. Now!"

That was all Allison needed to hear; she wasn't about to waste any more time playing around. Moistening her lips in preparation, she sat upright on her heels and faced the throbbing cock. With a satisfied sigh, she puckered up and reverently placed her heart shaped lips on the very tip of Richards' dick. Giving blowjobs was her religion and she acted appropriately while doing them. She became very serious.

The wash of hot breath on the boy's cockhead must have been electrifying because it made his body shudder from head to toe. Opening her mouth, Allison's little pink tongue slipped out and deftly scooped up the head. Closing her soft lips over the shiny purple crown she dutifully began her homework.

Michael could see her cheeks hollow as she began to suck gently, like a sleepy baby suckling a warm bottle. He could see her throat undulate as her tongue lapped while she sucked. He knew she liked to apply upward pressure on the bottom of the shaft as the heavy, thick man-meat filled her mouth. He also knew how exquisite it felt...the warmth of Allison's undulating tongue, the pressure, the gentle coaxing of the slippery, snake-like flesh. The little cock-whore was the picture of contentment as she quietly fed on the boys' penis. She worked her oral magic on the lucky young man standing over her. She lived for this. And like many a man before him, Richard closed his eyes and fell into Allison's spell.

Michael began rubbing his own cock through his pants as he watched the little girl suck cock. She was already a seasoned pro. She was good, real good. Hands obediently in her lap, head tilted back, she accepted cock like a baby bird taking a worm-meal from its mother. Her wet mouth glided rhythmically up and down the glistening, rock hard shaft, enveloping a little more of it every five or six passes. She took her time. She relaxed her mouth as she went down and sucked smoothly as she slowly backed off, making sure that Richard could feel, alternately, the heat of her tight oral cavity and hot breath, and the cool, exquisite pressure behind her retreating, soft, magical lips.

It wasn't long before three quarters of the boys huge member was disappearing into Allison's mouth on every stroke. Her lips stretched obscenely around the large penis as she knelt there like the cocksucker she was and obediently gave head. Richard looked down at the beautiful teenager between his legs and thought he died and went to heaven. Michael, watching barely two feet away, knew the feeling.

Soon, a foamy white line of spittle began to coat the teenager's pretty lips and roil along the shaft as the young nymph sucked Richard off. Michael knew she was getting turned on blowing the kid because Allison's involuntary mouth watering was a sure sign that she was getting hungry for the finale. Suddenly she stopped and, for the first time, grasped the kids' cock and began jerking him off. She turned plaintively towards Michael in the chair. "Professor, can I take it down my throat. I think I can do it. I want it all. Please, sir, can I?"

"Ask the man, honey. He's the one you need to please, not me." He reminded her.

Pumping the dick in her little hand---which barely fit around it---Allison looked up at Richard and pleaded like a good little Catholic girl. "May I, Richard? May I deep throat you? You want me to, don't you? I can do it, I know I can."

At this point the boy would've shit on the floor if she asked him to. Michael chuckled to himself.

"Yea...do it," he said. "Take it all you little bitch. Let me see you swallow the whole fucking thing. Show us what a good little girl you are," the boy responded between pants.

She was thrilled, and so was Michael. Richard's cock was huge. Michael wanted to see her throat it all and he knew Allison loved a challenge. She liked to have cock force-fed to her and he'd make damn sure the kid did it right.

Moving lower and arching her graceful neck, the youngster aligned it with the shaft and pulled it down towards her mouth. Opening wide, she swallowed the cock until it touched the back of her throat. Pausing for a second, she took a deep breath and then began to slowly take it in, inch by throbbing inch. Michael could actually watch its progress because the thick shaft expanded her slender neck as it sunk deeper and deeper into her gullet. Allison was an amazing cock-whore, the best he'd ever known; she relished the art of fellatio like no other woman he'd ever met. She'd done this kind of deep-throating to him, but he could never concentrate on watching the feat. This was a show he would never forget.

Neither would Richard.

He seemed to grimace in pleasure as she worked his throbbing prick into her tight hot throat. Half of the glistening pole disappeared through her lips...then, three-quarters. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he muttered to no one in particular, as the girl's hungry mouth finally reached the base of his cock and closed tightly around the shaft. Her cheeks were obscenely hollow. She had swallowed all ten inches of Richard's cock and was lapping at his ball sack and sucking for all she was worth.

"Now fuck her mouth!" Michael suddenly told him. "Fuck her mouth like it was a cunt, Richard. She can take it. She's just a little cock slut. Look at her. She can barely breathe. She loves it. Use her. Teach her what her mouth is for. Fuck it, son. Fuck it good!"

The kid happily went with the program and began to pump her face, slowly at first, then faster and a little rougher. He wasn't sure where the boundary was. Allison held on to his thighs to steady herself for a vicious oral assault, willingly giving up her mouth to him as he plunged his massive cock in and out of it. Sliding her hands around to grasp his ass, she coaxed him on. Protective man that he was, Michael watched intently, consciously, focused on making sure Richard didn't hurt her.

This was the part Michael knew she loved the most. Allison once confessed to him that she was happiest sucking his cock when he took control: when he entwined his fingers in her hair and guided her head, or when she was gratefully impaled at the mouth and at his mercy, and trusting him not to hurt her. Trusting him as he controlled her made her feel, not used...but so sexually connected to him that it became for her an act of pure love and no longer just lust. She told him that when he was fucking her mouth, this was the time she felt most in love.

But right now, she was nobody's woman but her own. This was not her lover she was blowing, but a complete stranger. She was totally self-possessed, lost in her fantasy, their fantasy. She was just a kid. A hot little high school whore on her knees sucking the cock of a guy she just met a half hour ago. She was right. She told Michael the game worked if they maintained the illusion. They had both done a good job of it; because neither of them knew who the fuck they were at the moment, and neither fucking cared.

One moment she might be Allison, the 25 year-old cocksucking queen of the universe, taking herself and her boyfriend on yet another incredibly weird sexual trip; the next she was an oversexed 17 year-old, obediently learning to be the world's greatest fellatrix.

Michael knew he loved her, knew he wanted to be with her forever; yet he became her lecherous guardian, ostensibly training her for her own benefit, watching her suck the cock of another man; but in the reality they had created, he was simply a voyeur and willing participant in a degrading act. Was it lust? Or was it love?

Either way, the suspension of disbelief was complete, and, goddammit, they were enjoying every minute of it.

Richards voice woke them from their musings. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum soon!" he shouted without losing a stroke as he held onto Allison's head, fucking her mouth faster and faster. Michael looked at her kneeling there, taking the brutal face fucking and loving every minute of it. She was holding on with one hand now, because her other hand was buried between her legs. The bitch was frantically finger fucking herself, waiting for the boy to cum in her mouth.

Michael wasn't going to let him cum in her throat. Oh, no. He wanted to see this!

He slipped off the chair and got down on the floor behind the kneeling teenager. "Pull it out and jerk off in her mouth," He told Richard, as he held her head in his hands.

"Whaat?" Richard seemed confused at first.

"Jerk off in her mouth," He repeated. You want to watch her take it, don't you?" He knew HE did.

The boy backed off as he was told. When he pulled the slime-covered cock completely out of her mouth Allison immediately gulped a lungful of air. A torrent of saliva and pre-cum cascaded over her lips, dribbled down her chin and ran down her blouse; she was a mess; but this was no time for neatness. He was about to cum in her mouth and nobody wanted to miss the show.

Michael reached around and cupped her chin. "Open your mouth, honey...that's a good girl... open wide and stick out your tongue for the man. Let him watch you receive his semen, darling. Talk to him. Tell him how much you want to taste it."

Michael was giving her permission to swallow Richards load, an act of pure love, and that really must have turned Allison on because she reached back with one hand and found the professor's cock. She began rubbing it through his pants. Her other hand was still busy between her legs. She looked up at the young man standing over her, trembling.

"Cum in my mouth, Richard. Shoot it on my tongue. Make me eat it," she pleaded.

That was all the boy could stand to hear. Frantically jerking his cock, inches away from her waiting tongue, he screamed in ecstasy as his orgasm exploded.

He began emptying his balls into the teenager's mouth. Oh...my... fucking... GOD!!"

Michael watched, transfixed, as the first thick white rope of semen shot out of his dick and flew between her coral lips, splashing against the back of her throat. It covered the length of her tongue like a river of white-hot lava and she cradled the hot, viscous offering carefully so as not to lose a precious drop. Two more spurts quickly erupted and joined the growing milky puddle in the teens' mouth. "Drink it. Put your lips on him. Drink his jism right from his cock."

She did as was told and locked her mouth around the tip of the spurting penis.

"Don't swallow!" Michael instructed, as he watched her tonguing the head. Richard continued coming in her mouth. He twitched with each spurt. One, two, three more bullets of love splattered against the back of her throat and settled onto her grateful taste buds. The boy let go of his shaft; allowing Allison to coax still more semen out of him with gentle, tongue lapping, sucking action. She was intensely aroused. The smell of her pussy juices began to waft up from between her thighs and fill the room. It was intoxicating to the men.

This was her mission in life. Sucking cock was what Allison lived for and Michael knew it. This was the bond between them and he was happy to let go of his possessiveness, his ego, and allow them both to revel in her wicked pleasure.

Besides, she was still rubbing his dick and he was getting ready to cum himself.

Michael stood up and quickly undid his pants. Whipping out his cock he grabbed Allison by the hair and pulled her off of Richard, who slumped back into the wall, exhausted, speechless and thoroughly spent. The young girl's cheeks were bulging with a huge load of semen.

"Come here, you little whore." Michael hissed. "You made your professor very hot. You've been a very nasty girl. You're such a good little cocksucker. "I want to cum in your mouth, too."

Kneeling in front of her lover now, she opened her mouth and showed him the boys cum. Michael jerked off frantically. They tell little boys masturbation makes you blind; but the grown man almost blacked out from the magnificently erotic sight of her cum filled mouth and he promised himself right then and there: if he ever had a son, he'd never tell him that lie!

It didn't take but a few strokes before he felt the hot jism push past his prostate, rise slowly up through his urethra and explode out of his cockhead in a lightning bolt of white-hot electric pleasure. He, too, proceeded to empty his bursting testicles into the girl's waiting mouth.

As his orgasm joined Richards, the teenager's oral cavity filled to the teeth with the two massive loads. It threatened to overflow her lips and spill out, so she plunged down and sealed her mouth on Michael's still spurting cock to keep from losing it. The heat of all that cum enveloping his dick, and the pressure of her hot little tongue made for one of the best and longest orgasms he had ever had. "Fuuuck!!!" he yelled at the ceiling. "God damn it, Allison!!!" Spurt after spurt of thick cum erupted inside her warm, loving orifice. He had to hold onto her head to steady himself.

"Don't swallow, baby!" Michael begged as she sucked the last thin dregs of cum from his cock, knowing she would be tempted to consume her milky treasure. "I want you to show us!"

If she could speak at that moment, the world's greatest fellatrix, this mischievous and devilish diva of all things sexual, the happy-go-lucky heroine of our story, probably would've said something like, "Sure, love to!"

But with all that cum in her mouth she couldn't. She simply smiled, nodded her head and mumbled, "mm, hmm."

Eventually she withdrew Michael's cock from her semen filled mouth. He steadied himself on the chair and looked down at the kneeling teenager. She had just sucked off two men in less than fifteen minutes. And the girl was still frigging herself under her skirt, with both hands! God, he loved her! She was shameless. Her cheeks bulging obscenely, her taste buds awash in man-juice, Allison was getting off on this as much as he was. He knew exactly what would it would take to finish her off.

"Open your mouth, honey," he said. "Show teacher what you have in there."
She did as she was told---carefully, reverently, like a good Catholic girl receiving Holy Communion. She opened her mouth, tongue trembling just beneath the shimmering lake of thick white cum juice covering her palate from teeth to tonsils, and proudly displayed her prize. It was an erotic sight in and of itself: this gorgeous teenage slut kneeling on the floor in her prim red school uniform; lips glistening with the pearly patina of fresh semen; lacy blouse covered in spit and cum stains; hair a mess; frantically finger-fucking herself with both hands. One strap of the jumper had slipped off her shoulders. The gold Catholic School insignia on it was streaked with cum.

Michael knew Allison was approaching orgasm. He loved her. He wanted her to have a good one. She'd earned it.

"Show him," he commanded, pointing to Richard "Show the man what a nasty girl you are."

She turned and presented her sinful display to the incredulous boy. "God Damn!" was about all he was capable of saying.

"There you are Richard. Look. Look at her kneeling there with her mouth full of cum. She wants to swallow it so badly; but she won't make a move until she's told what to do. See what a fucking obedient little slut she is, what a wonderful plaything for men. What would you give to have a woman like this in your bedroom every day of your life?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. There was no answer that could satisfy the question.

"She's done a good job pleasing both of us, son; but she's not finished. She's waiting for one thing."

"W..Whats that, sir?" he stammered, barely able to speak.

"Her lesson isn't complete until she swallows."

He looked the boy in the eye. "Make her to do it."

Allison was masturbating faster now, two fingers in her cunt, the other hand furiously frigging her clit. She was waiting for permission to consume her reward, as her orgasm began to steadily build up. For her this was the culmination of a job well done.

"Yeah, swallow it. Swallow it you little bitch. Fucking swallow it all," he said with newfound conviction.

The girl's eyes widened and her eyelashes fluttered gratefully as she slowly tilted her head back, mouth open, and showed her precious liquid treasure to the men one more time. The two of them watched in amazement as the sea of pearly liquid slowly receded from her teeth, slid into the darkness of her throat, and dropped into her belly in one incredibly loud gulp. She closed her eyes.

It was at this precise moment that Allison shoved four fingers deep into her cunt, and doubled up like a hot knife of pure pleasure had been thrust into her center. Bent over, eyes closed, she pushed and pulled on her erect clitoris with her other hand, frantically, like she was jerking off a tiny penis. Both hands shoved between her legs, whimpering helplessly like a puppy, she finally shot up into an upright position, threw her head back, and looked up at the heavens. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a rumbling, long, muffled scream as her orgasm began---a deep, prolonged shudder of pure ecstacy that went on unabated for close to three minutes. Both men stared open-mouthed at her, unable to move, as she writhed on her knees before them, fucking and frigging her cunt the whole time.

She finally got what she came for.

The room grew silent for a minute. It seemed like eternity. Was this how it was in heaven? All three of them lay there wondering, silent, frozen in ecstasy. She was the first to speak.

"Ooh, professor... that was sooo good!" she announced breathlessly, licking stray droplets of cum from her lips, shamelessly sucking her teeth and swallowing whatever was left in her mouth.

" I know, dear, I know," Michael whispered, breathlessly, as he slumped back into the chair.

Then she gratefully looked up at Richard and thanked him, "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Richard. I really enjoyed it."

Imagine that. Thank you!

He didn't even have the strength to answer.

It took another minute or two for the return to reality. Allison was still on her knees and Richard was leaning back against the wall trying to recover his senses. Michael gave him a minute and then ordered him out of the room.

"Son, Allison and I need to be alone for a moment. Why don't you go back upfront and see what you can do about getting us a nice room so we can freshen up a little, Ok?"

"Ye..ye..Yes sir," he stammered, pulling on his pants and gathering what was left of his brains.

"Oh, and Richard, make sure it's a real nice room, Michael reminded him. If you make us happy, maybe we'll invite you up later for another...mmm...friendly little chat."

"What do you think, honey?" Michael asked the still kneeling girl.. She was smiling.

"I think I'd like that, sir. Mmm, hmm...I think I'd like that a lot. Maybe he can even...like...invite some friends, too. Could he? Huh? Please, professor. Could he?"

Michael laughed. Fuck. Why not? She was insatiable, the little slut! And so was he.

But was the Oral Bank Teller really ready for a gang-suck?

(Ed. note: What do you think, dear readers? Professor, err, Michael would surely like to know. Send me some feedback and email, and goddammit give me some votes! Allison and I could sure use the prize money. LOL!)