Page 2 of Calla's Boys

Clyde

I suck the taste of her off my thumb as I walk back toward our row, then sit down next to Doc Harmon.

He looks at me and shakes his head with a laugh—he knows the gesture because he’s done it more than once himself.

“Leave some for the rest of us,” he teases me, and I smirk. There’s more than enough of Calla Hunt to go around, and that’s why it takes more than one man to handle her.

At least, I like to think we’re men.

I’m twenty years old, Doc is twenty-one, Jesse Mills and Billy Russell are nineteen, while our delicious, shared toy, Calla Hunt, is forty-two.

She’s the head of the Gifted and Talented program at Southview U that we’re part of.

The four of us shone at different things, and Calla decided to take up the challenge of having us in her program.

At first, none of us were interested in anything she had to say or teach us. We were bored, and sometimes, I still am, but I hang in there for the best pussy I’ve ever had.

Besides, I think that if we continue to make appearances then no one at the place will get sus, and we can keep fucking her whenever we want.

Calla finally appears and sits at the end of the aisle next to Jesse, who places a hand on her thigh. I watch long enough to see her flash him a quick smile, then sit back in my chair, securing the lap belt.

Of course, I didn’t know exactly how gifted and talentedshewas until the first time she had me stay after to go over some school bullshit and then swallowed my cock.

I told Doc, he told Jesse, and he told Billy. Next thing we knew, the four of us decided to continue the program with her in our own special way.

And the best thing about Calla is that she let us. She put up a fight at first, but I could smell how wet her pussy was when Billy laid out a drop cloth and told her to lie down. I could see the fucking need burning in her eyes when Jesse tore her clothes off, and I saw the way her legs trembled, practically begging for us to fuck her when Doc grabbed a half-full bucket of yellow pastel paint and emptied it on her big, luscious tits.

Calla Hunt went from program leader to art project in the span of thirty minutes and has been hooked on our cocks ever since.

“Have you ever heard of this place?” Billy asks as he leans over Doc and hands me one of the airplane magazines.

I give my thumb another quick suck before I rub my hands against the side of my jeans and shake my head as I take it from him.

“I can’t even pronounce it,” I tell him with a laugh as I read the name of the ski resort town.Gstaad.I shrug as I begin flipping through the pages, taking in what I’m assuming is the most recent scenery, before I hand it back to him. “Looks cool, though.”

Billy nods in agreement as he takes the magazine back, closing it, then replacing it in the holster he took it from.

Switzerland is going to be a first for the four of us, though I don’t know if Calla has ever been here before. It could be why she chose it, or maybe it was just a way to escape and give us a place where she can let us have our way with her without the fear of being caught.

I lean my head back against the rest and close my eyes.

I don’t know what’s coming next or how long this will last, but whether she likes it or not, Calla Hunt belongs to us.

Untilwe’redone with her.

***

An hour and forty-five minutes later, we’ve landed in Switzerland. There are the stereotypical yuppies that clap as soon as we land on the tarmac, and I smirk when Jesse snickers at them.

He’s the crazy one in our bunch, for lack of a better term. He’s so goddamn smart that there was nowhere else for him to go, so he slid down the slippery slope of the intellectual mountain, down into the pit of insanity.

He hides it well, though, and we don’t judge him for his quirks or random outbursts. If anything, I think he fits in just fine with the rest of us.

Where Jesse is the borderline genius/madman, Billy is the quiet storm that brews on the horizon. The kid can’t weigh more than a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, but he’s strong as fuck and can easily knock out someone twice his size.

I witnessed it myself during this last semester when one of the jocks decided to pick on him by taking one of his beloved art books from him and ripping it in half.

He stood up very calmly, picked up the half of the book that was still intact, then just leaped on the fucker, beating him wildly with it until he saw blood and beyond.

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