"No, got to goooo, oh, shit, don't you start doing thaaat!" he begged.
He tried to rise but his body betrayed him. The girl's agile tongue was working all around his cock. She had unerringly found his balls and was tormenting them with the very tip of her tongue. Plying them back and forth, she soon had him erect again.
"Got to go, gotta!" he kept saying over and over.
When he finally left, the game was well into the second half Fawn learned later that Eight Mile High had lost by a mere three points. Big Jim had been sorely missed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fawn quickly left the school. The deserted hallways gave her the creeps. She was sure that the teachers were lurking behind the doors, just waiting to pounce on her. And she had this gut-level feeling that all of them had been watching her seduce Big Jim.
She smiled to herself at the thought. It didn't really matter, she decided. So what if they had been watching? She'd enjoyed the bout with the basketball player. Never in her fifteen years had she seen a prick so huge, so powerful. It had been quite an experience having it jammed all the way up her twat.
Fawn knew she'd willingly let Big Jim fuck her any time he wanted. She also that, after tonight, he might not even be on the team. That didn't matter. They could take away his honor but no one could take away that huge cock.
That was what she was most interested in.
Ever since Jack had deflowered her, her body's demands for sex had been growing. No longer was she content to simply masturbate. She had to have sex with men having huge cocks.
Jack had turned her into a nymphomaniac.
The very thought of Jack waiting for her speeded her steps. She reached his apartment and boldly knocked. The gnawing hunger deep in her crotch was threatening to devour her. She had to have his cock plugged up her again. Only in this way could she drive out the demon of lust for a while.
He came to the door, a smile on his face.
"Fawn! Come in, come in!" He kissed her full on the lips. She wanted to pursue this farther but he pushed her away. She saw why.
Ears Logan was seated on the sofa leering at them.
Again, she felt the odd attraction-repulsion toward the bookie. There was something that appealed to her about him. He exuded an aura of raw power. He could do things, important things. Yet, he was a weasel of a man who was threatening Jack.
She couldn't forgive him for that.
"Good job, doll. A damn good job. Big played for less than two minutes. Damn, but I never saw a coach so pissed off before! Good work!"
"I did it because Jack said you were going to do bad things to him if I didn't. Don't get the idea I'll do this for you again," Fawn said.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. This scam wouldn't work more'n once. Not with you, at any rate. I was just leaving. So you two can be alone." He grinned and said to Jack, "Don't forget what I told you. There can be good money in it for all of us."
"I won't do it. But…" his voice trailed off as he looked at Fawn.
"Yeah, man, you just think on it." And Ears left, laughing.
"What was that about, Jack? Me?"
"Sort of, Fawn. It's nothing, really. Let's celebrate. I made a killing tonight! I not only got back all my markers from Ears, I collected a cool grand more!"
"That's nice. Now that you're out of debt, are you going to stop? The betting, I mean?"
"Hell, baby, when I'm this hot, that's when I have to bet! My luck's improved since I met you! You're my good luck charm. Let me rub you a bit for some more luck!"
She liked the way he came to her, bent over her, firmly kissed her full on the lips. The teenager let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the teacher needed. His tongue came into her mouth.
For long minutes, their tongues entwined. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. His saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.
Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. Finally, Jack broke off the deep kiss and panted. "Even your mouth's hot! Come on. Let's get a drink and cool off a bit before we get hot again."
Fawn said nothing. She'd never been much of a drinker. On her first date, the boy had tried to get her drunk all that happened was she'd gotten deathly sick. The boy had never asked her out again. All he could talk about was her puking on the side of his car.
"Vodka okay for you? And bourbon for me." Jack quickly knocked back his drink and fixed another before handing the vodka to Fawn.
"I'm not much of a drinker, Jack." But she sampled the liquor and found it almost tasteless. It wouldn't be hard to get drunk fast on this.