An increasing number of high school students in this society have reached sexual maturity by the time they enter high school.
Naturally, having attained some form of sexual experience and maturity, they must move forward. The forces of society, which are liberalizing at this point in history, and the forces of their own biological drives, lead these students to new frontiers of sexual experimentation.
Since neither our society nor its schools are geared to this kind of development, the students have to go it alone, and teach others.
This kind of contradiction, where the schools do not offer students the type of experience they are ready for, has lead to the formation of high school sex cliques.
The phenomenon of these cliques is rapidly rising, much to the distress of educational authorities and sociologists. Yet the power of its inevitable drive is stronger than any authority. Once a type of information is available to individuals, especially to the youth, that information will be explored, and taken to its farthest logical limits.
This leads to sex cliques in high school, and it also leads to an increasing lack of communication between generations.
The following account explores this phenomenon, and examines its causes and consequences.
CHAPTER ONE
Lincoln High School was typical of many big city high schools. The building itself was huge, ugly, and old. The teachers, mostly young and recent college graduates, were bored with their work, and disappointed. Enlightening the young was not quite as marvelous as they thought it would be. First of all, the young didn't want to be enlightened. They had other things on their minds, namely sex.
At that adolescent age, sex preoccupied every single one of the bored, rebellious students at Lincoln High. Except, it preoccupied some more than others.
And those others weren't waiting to be taught about sex in the biology classes, or in the insipid sex education sessions held twice a week in the high school auditorium.
They were finding out for themselves, in their own way. They had all the help they needed from Harry Grant, and Tom Stern, both biology teachers at Lincoln High.
Not that the interested students needed help. Coming from poor, slum backgrounds like they did, they learned all they needed to know at home. Most of them could hear their mothers and fathers fucking in the next room, or sometimes, in the same room. Most of them had sexual relations as children, too. Most frequently, these sexual encounters were with the numerous brothers and sisters they were forced to share beds with as a result of their poverty.
The kids at Lincoln High had nothing left to learn about sex. They knew it all before they got to high school. All they could do was indulge in it as often and as wildly as possible.
The school, with its inadequate facilities, its indifferent teachers, and its boring curriculum could offer them little distraction. The streets were hotbeds of dope-pushing and sex-soliciting and all the other unsavory activities common to a big city slum.
Since gang warfare had gone out of style in the late fifties, the kids had no other form of amusement except sex. And they amused themselves to the hilt with sex.
A group was organized in the high school, a group that came together as spontaneously as the earlier street gangs of the fifties had. All the hottest studs and the hottest and best-looking cunts in the school got together and started a clique called "KAK" which stood for Kocks and Kunts.
The Kocks and Kunts were the hot shit clique in the high school. Everybody knew about them. Everybody knew what they did and how they did it. But nobody wanted to break them up. On the contrary, everyone wanted to join. But not everybody could.
Tom and Harry, the two handsome young biology teachers, the only teachers included in the high school sex clique, made sure that all applicants were carefully screened. Neither Tom nor Harry wanted any trouble. They were careful that only cooperative, interested, and manageable students joined the sex clique.
Infiltration by a hostile student would mean instant dismissal for them, and the breakup of the sex clique, which was the only interesting part of their jobs. In fact, the sexual contact they had with the students in the clique was just about the only kind of contact of interrelationship between students and teachers going on in the whole school.
Tom and Harry knew they had a good thing going, and they didn't want anything to interfere. They had first go at all the hottest, tightest cunts in the group, and all the cunts in the group were absolutely top quality, the best kind of ass a poor, slum school like Lincoln had to offer. Of course, all the students were anxious to be admitted to it, but the screening was brutal. Still, there were many aspiring applicants.
The girls and guys knew that if they became a Kock or a Kunt, they would have the best kind of sex available in the neighborhood, and in the high school. Not only that, but they would be practically guaranteed passing grades in all their courses through the influence of Tom and Harry.
At one session, the two teachers decided to start a recruiting campaign. As they sat around in the basement lounge of the high school, surrounded by all the gathered Kocks and Kunts, Tom was the first to speak.
"We need some new talent here, kids," he said.
"That's right," Harry added. "All of us have fucked each other in every possible way, dozens upon dozens of times already."
"Right," Tom interjected. "And we're really getting bored with each other."
"It's true," a ripe young Kunt by the name of Lucy said. "I've sucked every Kock in this room more times than I care to remember."
"It's getting to be a drag," Mary, another Kunt said.
"Tom is right," Sal, a Kock, added. "I've eaten out all the Kunts in this room, and I can hardly get my rocks off any more."
Murmurs of agreement went up all around the room. It was time for a change. New blood, new sex routines, something, anything.
"That's what I said," Tom interjected, "we've got to get some new talent."
"Okay," Harry said. "Starting tomorrow, each one of you Kocks and Kunts has to come up with at least one name for a new recruit. Then we can screen them all, and then we'll see what we come up with."
"This ends the business part of the meeting," Tom said. "Now, let's get some action going."
A bored moan went up around the room. The twenty or so Kocks and Kunts gathered there had already done just about everything there was to do in the area of heterosexual sex. The idea of just going through the same old paces didn't appeal to them in the least.
"Listen," said Sal, "Let's do a show today. This time, two of us can fuck in the middle of the room, and the rest can jack off or masturbate."
"Naw," Lucy groaned, "we did that one two weeks ago!"
"Yeah, I'm bored with that," Mary added.
"Well," Sal snapped, do you have any better ideas?" He glared at Mary and Lucy. Both of the girls looked at each other and then shrugged.
"I guess not," Lucy said, speaking for both of them."
"Well then, shut the fuck up," Sal snapped. "And cooperate."
"Right," said Tom the biology teacher. "I don't like this any more than you do, but what else can we do?"
"Nothing," said Harry. "So we may as well make the best of what we've got."
"For now," Sal interrupted. "But by this time tomorrow, everybody should have at least one name to submit as a new member."
"Wow," Lucy said, "we should concentrate on the freshmen. Maybe there are some virgins among them!"
Her enthusiastic remark was met with scornful groans.
"Are you kidding?" Mary sneered. "In this school, a virgin?"
"What are you crazy?" Sal sneered.
"Well, you never know," Lucy said defensively. "There are all kinds of weirdoes in this world."
"Weirdoes, yes," said Sal, "but virgins no, at least, not in this part of town."
Again, murmurs of assent and dissent went up in the room. There was no doubt about it, then, the Kocks and Kunts were getting restless. And when they get restless, they get nasty.
Tom and Harry, the teachers, realized that they had to hold the group together. They had to for two reasons. The first was that this group, the Kocks and the Kunts were the only thing that made their idiotic teaching jobs bearable. After all, where else in the city could they have easy access to a whole crew of eager, hungry and experienced sixteen and seventeen-year-old cunts.
Where else could they get so much head, and such good head for free? If they dated career girls, or any of the female teachers, they would certainly have to put out a few bucks for some cheap dinner and a movie. The thing was these days, you had to pay for a girl. You had to pay for a dinner and a movie, but what it really boiled down to was paying for the right to shove your prick into her cunt, or ass-hole, whichever you preferred.
It didn't cost that much, but still, with the tiny salaries teachers were getting, every dollar counted.
As long as they were in Kocks and Kunts, and the only teachers included in the group, they had an unspoken, but very real position of power. All the Kocks and Kunts knew that it helped to have teachers with them. It smoothed things out, if any questions were raised by the high school administration, and it protected them against possible suspension. Best of all, it practically guaranteed them passing grades.
A good deal for all, no doubt about it. Tom and Harry were anxious to keep it that way. They got what they wanted and the students got what they wanted.
"Okay, kids," Tom said. "We've going to have a fuck show today."
"Now the only question remaining is who will be the cock and the cunt to do it?"
An uproar ensued. Every single one of the Kocks and Kunts wanted to give the show, but that would be a drag. That would be just an orgy and they had had their fill of orgies."
"How about you, Mary?" Tom asked. "Want to be the cunt for today's show?"
"I sure as shit do," she replied. "But I got the curse today."
"Really heavy?"
"Yeah," she replied. "I'm bleeding like a stuck pig."
"Never mind then," Tom said. "That might be too messy."
"What do you say, Lucy?"
Immediately, the voluptuous young blonde wriggled up off the floor and moved to the center of the floor.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said.
"Now, all we need is a cock."
"I want to do it," Sal said.
Murmurs of dissent wet up from the crowd. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Sal?" growled Gary, another well-hung Kock. "You've been center stage once too often for my taste."
"Yeah," Lucy snarled. "Who the fuck do you think you are, King Kock."
"Kiss my ass," Sal snarled at her. "Now, now," Tom interrupted in a placating voice.
"Sal's been dominating a lot of activities," Harry said smoothly. "Don't you think it's time somebody else had a chance?"
"Yeah," Gary interrupted. "Somebody like me, maybe."
Lucy squealed with delight. She liked Gary because he reminded her of her older brother, her brother who had first introduced her to sex when he raped her at the age of nine. Even though the act was technically rape, Lucy had loved every minute of it. She and her older brother had sucked and fucked regularly since then. In fact, she was heartbroken when her brother had to leave home after a knife fight with her father.
Now, the idea of fucking and putting on a fuck and suck show for all the Kocks and Kunts with Gary, who was practically the spitting image of her older brother, aroused Lucy. She felt her cunt churn with anticipation, and her nipples stiffen.
"Yeah," she said. "I want to fuck Gary."
"Wait a minute," Sal snarled. "That's not the way it works. We all get to decide who fucks who. It's not just up to you to decide."
"He's right," Tom, the teacher interrupted.
"Exactly," Harry, the other teacher said. "Let's remember the virtues of the democratic process and parliamentary procedure."
"Let's take a vote," Tom suggested.
Judging from the inaudible buzz of sounds that went up from the gathered Kocks and
Kunts, they all agreed with him.
"Okay," Harry said. "Everybody who thinks Lucy should fuck Gary, raise their hands."
Instantly, almost twenty hands shot up.
"Well," Harry said. "It looks like it's unanimous. There's no need to even take a count."
"Great!" Lucy squealed. "Let me strip first."
Gary walked up to her and then sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her as she started a slow, sexy striptease.
Lucy, a petite voluptuous blonde, was a natural exhibitionist. Her body too, was really something to exhibit.
She had a pair of huge, melon-like tits, so huge that it was a wonder of nature that they stood up so high and firm on her chest, without even the slightest hint of a sag.
Her rib cage was narrow, swooping down to a tiny, pinched-in waist. The waist then swelled out into two perfectly symmetrical, voluptuous hips. Her legs were just right, too; they were long, but not too long and they gave her a willowy look, like a high fashion model, a look that would interfere with the fleshy lushness of the rest of her body.
Lucy slowly ran her hands over her body, covering every quivering inch of her flesh with the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes seductively. Low animal moans rumbled in her throat, as her hands rubbed hard over her gigantic tits. Suddenly, she pinched up the tits between the fingers of her two hands, and began to roll the nipples.
Her mouth stretched into a slight grimace of pain as her fingers, tightening over her nipples, brought her to new heights of self-arousal.
"Well," she moaned, her eyes still closed. "I'm waiting for somebody to do it to me."
"Do what?" a dozen eager voices asked.
"Do anything, as long as it feels good," she moaned in reply.
"A cunt-lapping?" one voice suggested.
"No," she sneered. "That's old time. I want something new, something different."
She continued to pinch her nipples and roll them between the thumb and index fingers of her hands. Gradually, her hips began a luscious, obscene bump and grind.
"Oh, get it on," Gary groaned.
"Help me," Lucy murmured.
"What do you need?" he asked.
She continued to writhe provocatively, jutting her hips out now and thrusting her cunt out towards Gary's face.
"I need to get my prescription filled," Lucy moaned.
"What will fill that prescription?" Gary asked.
"A doctor," Lucy moaned.
"I'm a doctor," Gary said.
"Of what?" Lucy asked.
"Of Kuntology," Gary snickered. His remark was met with roars of laughter from all sides of the room.
"Well, Doctor, I still need to get it filled," Lucy said.
"I don't know," Gary replied. "You haven't convinced me yet. I'm not sure just how bad you need it."
"Oh, believe me," Lucy moaned, cupping her tits in her hands. "I need it really bad."
"Prove it," Gary challenged.
"But that calls for a detailed examination," Lucy said, suggestively. "You got to check me out."
"Tell me your symptoms first," Gary teased.
Lucy fell into a feverish bumping and grinding. Her hands flew from her tits to her ass-hole and then to her cunt.
"Oh, it hurts all over," she said.
"Real bad," Lucy said. "In fact, I can't take it very much longer."
"You must be brave," Gary said. "Because when I begin the treatment I might hurt you a little."
"Oh, I don't mind," Lucy moaned, "as long as you cool that fever."
"Fever?" Gary asked. "You didn't say anything about a fever."
"But I got one," she insisted. "Right here,"
Suddenly, without warning, Lucy lifted her skirt up and tucked its hem into the waistband of the skirt. Her crotch and thighs were exposed. Despite their over-indulgence in sex, all the men in the room whistled sharply in appreciation.
Lucy's crotch was a sight. The smooth, rounded white belly that bulged out provocatively, was quivering with a purely sexual lust. The flesh of her thighs, too, shook and shivered as her whole body spasmed with the throes of mock pain.
"I'm in misery," Lucy moaned.
Her hand suddenly covered her crotch. She rubbed hard against the black silk nylon panties she wore.
"Right here is where it hurts, Doctor," she said, "right here, deep inside."
"Let me see," Gary said.
"Believe me, you don't have to see nothing," Lucy whined. "You just got to take care of it right away."
"No I'm the Doctor. I get to decide," Gary insisted.
"Well, decide already," Lucy said, once again shoving her crotch out sharply in the direction of Gary's face.
"I can't decide until I've examined you."
"Well, come on over here then," Lucy purred. "Check me out."
"Take your panties off," Gary ordered.
"Oh, sure, Doctor," Lucy answered in a simpering voice. "Maybe you should do it for me.
A dozen voices roared approval and encouragement.
Tom was already deeply involved in the little act that Lucy was putting on for them. She was a fucking good actress, that cunt, he thought. It was a good thing because they were all getting restless, very restless.
"No," Gary snapped, "you take them off yourself, nice and slow."
Lucy's hips began to gyrate. Her hands left her erect, hard nipples and slid slowly down to her elastic panty waistband. Slowly, her hands slid over the rounded belly, and began to prick at the muff of golden pubic hair covering her steaming cunt. She paused there provocatively, opening her blue eyes, and staring directly at Gary.
"What should I do now?" she asked in mock innocence.
"Take them off all the way," Gary said impatiently.
"Okay, Doctor," Lucy purred. With her fingers, she pinched up the elastic waistband and pulled it as far away from her quivering soft belly as they would go. She peered down inside the panties, her eyes fixed on the golden cunt muff at the base of her belly.
"Oooooh," she whined. "I need help bad, really bad."
"Well, take the fucking panties off so that I can see," Gary snapped. He loved her play-acting. That was the most exciting thing left for the Kocks and Kunts to do. But Lucy was so good, and her acting was so real that he was getting very, very excited. He felt his massive nine-incher begin to throb with lust. His sudden, powerful erection actually became painful for him because of the tight black pants he wore. He was as eager for action as she was, but he was playing it cool. He knew his status with the group and knew that it depended on just how cook he was. If he appeared to be a dripping, hot young cock, his status would zoom down like the thermometer in the middle of a cold spell.
"All right, Doctor," Lucy simpered. "Anything you say."
"You bet," Gary replied.
"I just hope you can help me," Lucy said plaintively, "after all this shit you're putting me through."
"Oh," Gary breathed eagerly, his hand beginning to stroke his cock. "I can help you all right."
"I'll give you a try," Lucy said. "And if you can't, well, I'll just have to go to somebody else. After all, a girl has to take care of herself, you know."
"Take the fucking panties off," Gary snapped.
He was getting too hot to stay cool. He didn't even care what the rest of the Kocks and Kunts thought of him. Suddenly his sexuality took over. All he knew was that his rammer was hot and ready, and this cunt was putting him off and playing games.
"Sure, Doctor, sure," Lucy said. "Give me a chance, will you?"
She gave her black silk panties a quick tug that brought them down just to the upper edge of her golden cunt muff, but no further. She gave a loud groan of pain, throwing her head back in mock agony. "Oh, I need help bad," she moaned.
"I'll give it to you," Gary promised.
"I can't wait," Lucy groaned. "I'm in misery."
She slipped her hands under her panties, under the part that still covered her golden cunt muff. Slowly, she inserted her hands over the pubic bush, being careful that the panties still covered both the pubic bush and her hand. She knew how to tantalize spectators.
Her hand began to move under her panties in an interesting and provocative way. She was obviously scratching her muff and beginning to dig her finger into the tip of her slit.
"Oh, that hurts," she moaned, throwing her head back in agony.
The fascinated spectators could see only one thing-Lucy's lush, delectable body, and her tiny, white hand, playing interesting games down there between her legs.
She shuddered, pretending great pain. The index finger of her right hand had just rubbed over her clit.
"Oooooh," she whimpered. "I just felt a bump!"
"Goodness," Gary exclaimed. "Let the doctor see."
"Ooooh, I can't move," Lucy groaned, while her hand rubbed frantically up and down her aroused, erect clit.
Meanwhile, the spectators were going crazy from her skillful play-acting and striptease. She knew how to imply so much, to hint at so much and yet still keep the real thing, her hot, come-covered cunt, covered up from all their eyes.
"Is that what hurts?" Gary asked.
"Yes, yes," Lucy moaned. "This thing I have here, right at the tip of my slit. It's killing me. It needs to be massaged."
"Let me see it," Gary said.
"Yes, Doctor," Lucy moaned. Slowly, with gestures imitating painful movements, Lucy finally slipped her black silk panties off her hips.
Now her golden cunt muff was exposed at last. The V of her crotch was the image of voluptuousness. Her two, full, soft thighs pressed against each other as if in pain. Squeezed tightly between them was the index finger of her right hand. She kept her finger there and from the continuing frantic motion of her hand, it was obvious that she was still rubbing it.
Now, she had to slip her panties off completely, off past her knees and her ankles, and finally she had to kick them off. Lucy didn't seem to want to spread her legs, though, nor did it seem that she wanted to take her finger away from her clit.
"Listen, cunt, you've got to spread those legs if you're going to be able to take those pants off," Gary snapped. His impatience was increasing with every moment.
"I can't," she moaned, "it hurts too much."
"Come on," Gary urged. "You've got to be brave."
"I'll try," Lucy moaned. "But you're responsible for whatever happens to me."
Still, she didn't separate her legs or take her finger off her clit. Instead, her hips did a frantic bump and grind intended to make the panties slide off her thighs by themselves.
It seemed impossible because the panties were made of that tight, stretchable silk that clung tightly to her body. Yet, this was the way she was going to do it.
Her bare buttocks, a perfect pair of fleshy, round white mounds, wriggled left and right provocatively. Her thighs, too, began to quiver as she moved them left and right.
Slowly but surely, the tight silk panties began to slide down her thighs. When they reached the knee level, the gathered Kocks and Kunts gasped with anticipation. Lucy actually succeeded in taking her panties off without using her hands at all, and had succeeded in titillating them all beyond words with her little acrobatic act.
Now Lucy's body fell into a frenzied sort of dance. She bent her knees quickly and rhythmically, and then straightened out her legs again. As she made this motion, she let her hips follow it. She was doing a kind of frontwards-backwards bump and grind that duplicated the sex act exactly.
The spectators were going wild. Lucy actually looked like she was getting fucked, and getting fucked furiously and frenziedly.
Inevitably, her panties slid down from her knees, and came to rest around her feet and ankles. Now it was just a question of stepping out of them.
"Come on," Gary groaned. His impatience was getting out of hand. He felt the tip of his prick release its hot sticky flow of pre-come lubricant. If Lucy didn't let him ram it in pretty soon, he would just ejaculate spontaneously in his pants, and be the laughing stock of all the gathered Kocks and Kunts.
"I'm trying, Doctor," Lucy whined. "It's just that it hurts so much, don't you see."
"Enough with the play-acting," Gary snarled. "We both know this is just a game. It's served its purpose now. We're all hot so let's get on with it."
"Why, Doctor, I don't know what you're talking about," Lucy gasped.
"You do too. You want all of my nine inches ramming into that cunt so badly that it's driving you crazy. Now come on."
"I still don't know what you are talking about," Lucy insisted. "I'm in pain, Doctor."
Suddenly Gary couldn't stand her any more. He was really ready to ejaculate and he knew he mustn't because if he did, he would be the laughing stock of Lincoln High's sex clique.
Suddenly, and without warning, he leapt off the floor and tackled Lucy.
She screamed delicately. "My goodness, Doctor," she shrieked. "If this is part of the treatment, I'm not sure I should go to you."
"You don't have to," Gary said. "I'm going to come to you?"
"Why, what do you mean?" Lucy demanded, struggling and writhing on the floor.
"I mean I'm going to cure your cunt," Gary said. "I'm going to ram my prick into you and you'll forget all about that strange pain that you've been complaining about."
"Well, that's different," Lucy said. "If this is part of the treatment, go right ahead. I trust your judgment."
Gary had her flat on the floor, lying on her back. Quickly, he tugged her panties off her ankles and held them up. He showed them to the crowd of Kocks and Kunts.
"I see serious symptoms on these panties," he announced.
"My goodness!" Lucy gasped. "What, where?"
Gary held the panties apart, exposing the narrow section of silk that covered her cunt when she was wearing them. There, he displayed a thick whitish-yellow smear of love juice.
"Aha" he exclaimed. "Vital juices have poured out of your system!" he said.
"What does that mean, Doctor?" Lucy asked.
"It means you got to get fucked, that's what."
"Really?" she asked. But before she had a chance to continue with her acting, Gary threw the come-smeared panties to the floor.
He slammed her luscious young body down against the cold linoleum. As she writhed on the floor frantically, she moaned in mock agony.
"Hurry Doctor," she pleaded. "The pain is getting worse."
Gary quickly unzipped his fly. His massive nine-inch rammer popped out to freedom. "This," he said to her, "is the instrument I'll cure you with."
"Oh," Lucy simpered.
Gary grabbed her soft inner thighs and spread her legs out as far as they would go. He raised his body on top of her. He positioned his prick at the mouth of her cunt so that his drooling throbbing glans was exactly at the mouth of her twat. With one mighty shove of his hips, he drove his huge love rod deep into her spasming cunt, reaching the very end of it in that one thrust.
Lucy moaned loudly, her hips slamming up into his groin. As he pumped into her furiously, she gasped, "You were right all along, Doctor, this is exactly what I needed. I feel better already."
CHAPTER TWO
The next day after classes, Sal came to Tom, his biology teacher. With him was a new student, Sally Sloane.
Sal gave Tom a meaningful glance, indicating to him that he had already sounded Sally out and that she seemed to be a likely prospect. Tom, however, was very cautious with all new initiates. He had more to lose than the students did. If their little high school sex clique was exposed, he would lose everything.
Tom knew only too well that a student would only be suspended, at worst, expelled. But that was not irrevocable. An expelled student, according to the rules, could return to the school after a few months. But a teacher had much more to lose.
Not only would he be fired from his job, but he would be in disgrace forever. No other school would ever hire him, since he had been caught "corrupting minors."
That, thought Tom, would really be ironic because the students at Lincoln High were so corrupt that all the whores of Babylon put together couldn't corrupt them any more. There wasn't a trick in the book, or a perversion that they hadn't tried and even lost interest in. That's how corrupt they were.
In fact, he had learned several new sex tricks and new positions himself, since he had become a member of the Kunts and Kocks. He had learned things nobody in his affluent, suburban high school ever heard of, much less tried.
Nonetheless, Tom was familiar with the educational bureaucracy. He would be out in the cold for life if he was exposed.
He eyes Sally cautiously.
"This is Sally Sloane," Sal said.
"Nice to meet you," Tom said cautiously.
"Sally's only been at Lincoln High for two weeks, and I thought I should introduce you to her since you are one of the favorite teachers in the school," Sal said.
Tom eyed Sally. She was a good-looking cunt all right, in fact, she was probably prettier and sexier than any of the other girls who were already members. He wouldn't mind shoving his own stalk into her.
She was brunette, which he liked. Her dark hair and dark eyes contrasted nicely with Lucy and Mary's blondeness. It would be a change. Her body was flawless and, like Lucy's and Mary's, was on the voluptuous side rather than on the slender side. Tom liked that too. He always hated thin women.
"Nice to meet you, Sally," he said coolly. "How do you like Lincoln High?"
"Oh, I like it fine," she replied. "There doesn't seem to be much excitement, much extra-curricular activites, though."
She looked boldly into Tom's eyes. He returned her look. She knew something was going on and she wanted to get in on it. That was obvious from her blatantly sexual stare. How much had Sal told her, Tom wondered. He hoped Sal hadn't said too much. He didn't really trust anybody's judgment except his own.
"Well," Tom said. "I can't really agree with you there. There are a lot of sports teams you could join."
"I'm not interested in sports," Sally replied. She continued to look straight into his eyes. Her own glance had not lost its sexual content.
Tom was impressed. Either his instincts were way off, or else he was just coming face to face with the hottest cunt ever to hit Lincoln High.
"There is a home economics club, you know," he said.
"That's not exactly up my alley, either," she replied haughtily.
"Well, then, what precisely are your interests?" Tom asked. "If you spell them out for me, perhaps I can suggest a school club or organization you can join, something that would allow you to spend your spare time profitably."
"Oh, Mr. Stern," Sally began.
"Call me Tom," he said.
"Why, thank you," she simpered. "Anyway, that's what I really need, something to do in my spare time."
"Do you have a lot of spare time?" Tom asked.
"Oh, yes," she replied eagerly. "And I have a lot of spare energy too, if you know what I mean."
"Not exactly," Tom said. By now, he realized that this girl was a hot cunt and she was looking for regular, varied types of sex. But he decided to play with her and give her a real hard time. Also, he wanted to be absolutely sure she was a safe bet, and not a stool pigeon from the Board of Education.
"What do you mean?" Sally asked. "I've been as explicit as I possibly can be."
"Not really," Tom said again. "After all, with all that spare energy, you really should join some sports clubs. That's a good way to work it off."
"That," Sally said, "was not the kind of energy I was talking about."
"Well, what kind of energy were you talking about?"
"Oh, it's a simpler, more basic kind of energy," she said meaningfully.
"What kind of energy is that?" Tom asked.
Sally looked him straight in the eye. There was no mistaking the obvious sexual glint in them. But still, Tom wanted to hear the words, the exact explicit words coming out of her mouth.
"It's sexual energy," she said very slowly. "Pure simple, unadulterated sexual energy."
Tom was taken aback for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "And you have too much of it, is that right?"
"That's right," she said.
"And you're looking for a place and people with whom you can work off this sexual energy that you have in such tremendous amounts?"
"Exactly," Sally replied.
"So what you want is a sex club?" Tom asked.
"That's right," Sally replied.
"And what makes you think there is such a club here at Lincoln High?" Tom asked. His eyes bore into her deeply. This was the crucial question. Her answer to it, and her reaction to it would determine whether or not she could be accepted into the Kocks and Kunts.
"Nothing makes me think that," Sally said cunningly. "But if there isn't one, I certainly would like to start one. And I think all three of us should be in it. I think we would enjoy it and really understand the benefits that such a club would have."
"I see," said Tom.
"Of course, as a bio teacher, you should realize the importance of free sexual expression," Sally added.
"Oh, but I do, believe me," Tom replied smoothly. She shot Sal a meaningful glance. Their eyes met and interlocked. The message had been conveyed. And the message was that Sal was to bring Sally around to the meeting of the Kocks and Kunts that would take place tonight at Tom's house.
"Well," Sal interrupted, "Let's go, Sally. We can have something to eat in the cafeteria if you like."
Sally hesitated for a moment. She had expected an explicit yes or no from Tom, right there on the spot. But, realizing that was not what was going to happen, she decided to make the best of the situation and follow Sal to the cafeteria.
She couldn't believe that she wouldn't be accepted. She was a looker and she knew it. Plus, she was a fucker and she knew that too. She had already checked out all the chicks at Lincoln High and she knew she could compete with any of them easily, even as far as looks went, not to mention the fucking part.
She sat down at one of the scarred tables in the cafeteria. Sal sat next to her and immediately, his knee pressed into hers. She returned the pressure without hesitation. If Sal wanted head from her in return for helping her get into the Kocks and Kunts, she was more than willing to give it. Besides, she knew she would fuck Sal many times over anyway, as soon as she got into the club.
Sally already realized however, that the real power behind the club was Tom, the teacher she had talked to. She knew that she had succeeded in capturing his attention. She knew that her eyes could talk sex better than any other girl's eyes could.
Except, the sex that Sally's eyes promised always came through, came through even better than the promise.
Now she turned to Sal and gave him her heaviest bedroom eyes. She could feel him responding immediately, his legs pressing against hers. Boldly, Sally moved her hand between his legs.
The prick she felt was the biggest she had ever felt and she had spent many years feeling pricks, sucking pricks and letting them butt-fuck her. She just put her finger on one of the hottest, biggest pricks around and she knew it.
As she let her finger slide slowly over its huge thickening length, she realized that it was like some huge powerful snake, coiled up and still waiting in retreat. The massive penis stood coiled and ready to strike, between her legs, like between two rocks.
"Well, Sal," she asked, her hand now covering as much of the massive instrument as possible. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" he demanded incredulously.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"I think you're dynamite, baby," Sal said.
"I know that," Sally replied impatiently.
"Well, what more do you want me to say?"
"Do you think Tom liked me?"
"Do I think Tom liked you? Listen baby," Sal said, "he was hot for you on the spot. He would have fucked you right then and there on the lab tables if he thought he could have gotten away with it."
"Are you sure?"
"Am I sure? Listen, I copped a look at his cock, and it was bulging like a mother-fucker under his pants."
"I didn't even notice that," Sally said.
"How the shit could you miss it?" Sal asked.
"I don't know. I just don't even notice these things anymore," she said. "How come?"
"Because I'm used to it. Every time that I walk into a room, every single fucking prick goes big and hard, know what I mean?" she said.
"Yeah," Sal replied. "So I guess it's just nickels and dimes to you that every guy's prick starts to drip at the sight of you."
"Oh, not exactly nickels and dimes," Sally said. "It's always nice to know you're wanted. like right now, for instance."
"What do you mean?" Sal asked.
"Well, you see that big thing down there?"
"Where?" Sal demanded.
"Right there between your legs," Sally said. For some reason Sal felt a little embarrassed. He blushed.
"Oh, my prick," he replied.
"Right," Sally said sarcastically.
"The thing you've got your hands on."
"Exactly. Well, that thing wants me, doesn't it?" she said coyly.
"You bet it does," Sal admitted.
"There, see what I mean? It feels good to be wanted."
"You are, baby," Sal breathed. His own axle-greased stained hand slipped up Sally's thigh.
"Not so fast buster," she snapped.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sal demanded. "I have a right to do this, because if you're a Kunt and I'm a Kock, we are always able to fuck each other, just like that. That's the whole reason for the club."
"Yeah," Sally said challengingly, "But am I a Kunt, that's what I want to know."
"Sure you are, baby," Sal said, tapping her reassuringly on the knee. "You're a Kunt if ever I saw one. And believe me, I've seen plenty. I also have been up plenty.
"Oh, I believe you, Sal, but what I mean is, will I be accepted into the Kocks and Kunts?"
"Sure you will," Sal said. "I could tell just from the way Tom looked at you."
"And from his hard-on, too?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied.
"But isn't there some kind of vote or something, that everybody takes about a new member?"
"Sure, but you're in, baby. That's a guarantee."
"But how can I be sure?" Sally insisted.
"Listen, if Tom-likes you and if I like you, the decision has already been made." Sal was getting impatient. He wanted at least to be able to stick his hand up her cunt right here in the gym. He wanted to give her the Kunt Juice Test.
That was a test, tried and proven, and given to all potential new Kunts. If, after being in the presence of a Kock for a few minutes, especially close up, the way Sal and Sally had been, the Kock stuck his hand into the Kunt's twat, and there wasn't a lot of love juice and scum oozing down it, that meant an automatic rejection right on the spot.
It was really important that when the Kock felt up between the pussy lips of a prospective Kunt, they were already moist, and wet, and eager for penetration. That was a sign that the girl had a high level of sexuality, and was easily and quickly aroused. The sign of her cunt, that tell-tale wetness, was the crucial test. The girl couldn't make her cunt wet, any more than a man could make his prick stand up hard, if he wasn't really aroused. That way, the body would tell the whole story, and the body would tell the truth. If the girl's cunt was wet, she was okay. If it was super-wet, literally dripping with cunt scum, she was a natural, and definitely wanted in the Kocks and Kunts club. If, that is, she was good-looking enough. That and looks, were the first test.
Now, Sal eased his hand up Sally's thigh. She sipped her soda, staring straight ahead of her in the gym, pretending nothing was happening. She was about to protest, but some inner voice, some kind of female intuition, told her to shut up, and let Sal do it.
She was right. That was part of the test too. If Sally didn't let Sal feel up her pussy now, that would mean that she wasn't free and easy enough, sexually, to really make it with the Kocks and Kunts.
But Sally sensed what was happening, and let Sal's greasy, calloused hands slip up over her nylon stockings. She wasn't feeling in the least bit aroused. Not until, that is, she felt his hand slip over the top of her nylons.
When the rough, scratchy fingers of his huge masculine hands finally slipped over the top of the nylon fabric, Sally literally gasped with pleasure. The feel of those cold hands rubbing hard and firm up the warm, soft and giving flesh of her thighs made her shiver with lust.
The point of her sexual arousal was amazing. From an absolute cold and calculating zero, Sally had suddenly become red hot. That was the part of her personality, or rather, her sexuality, that interested Sal.
As his hand crept further up her nude, smooth thigh, he looked at her closely.
"Like that, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, you bet," she replied.
"That's what I like to see, a girl who gets real hot real fast."
"That's for sure. One thing I can say for myself is that I'm ready for a fuck at the drop of a pants," Sally laughed.
"That's good, because all the Kocks and Kunts have to be that way."
"Why?"
"Because we don't like to mess around, you know. When we get together, we want to start in on the action right away, know what I mean?"
"Sure," she replied.
"It's not going to take a half hour work over to get one of the Kocks or Kunts hot. That's too long, you know? We don't want to be bothered with people like that."
"I know what you mean," Sally said coolly.
"But you're not like that," Sal said.
"Oh, no," Sally replied. "My cunt is churning already."
"Feel anything wet down there yet?" Sal asked.
"Just try me, Baby."
"Oh, I will, but I like to take it nice and slow, once I know that the action is there, and the action got there fast."
"Well, take your time, Sal," she said. "I'm enjoying every minute of it."
"I can feel your body starting to shake already," Sal said.
"Yeah, too bad your hands can't come up and feel my tits. If they could, you'd really get an idea of how hot you make me."
"Why?"
"Because my nipples are like two fucking cannons, stiffer and bigger than they ever were before."
"Oh, I believe it," Sal said.
"You better believe it," Sally replied. "And," she added, "you better believe that I'm going to give you special treatment, honey, when I get into the Kocks and Kunts."
"Thanks, doll," he replied, his cock throbbing in response.
"That is," Sally drawled, "if I do get into the Kocks and Kunts. And I'm really counting on it. I'm counting on your support when they all take a vote."
"Baby, you've got it made. Now stop worrying, will you?"
"Okay, Sal," she said, "you're right. I'm just a worrier from 'way back. Except that it would really piss me off not to get accepted, after all, every school I've ever been to, and I've been to plenty, since they keep kicking me out, I've always been the tops."
"I know what you mean."
"I had all the guys, teachers, too, panting after my pussy. And when they got a lick of that pussy they wanted more, believe me."
"Listen, baby, you don't have to convince me," Sal said.
Slowly his hand eased higher and higher up her cunt until it reached the little spare tire of fatty flesh that most girls have right below the vagina.
He gasped involuntarily as he felt the increased warmth from the hot, wet oven of her cunt. Sally, covered up by the table, spread her legs slightly. She wanted Sal to have all the room he needed, and more.
"Now I really want you," she gasped
"I really want you too."
"I want you to suck my cunt, suck it so hard that all the juice comes pouring out of me, and into your mouth."
"Give me a chance."
Sally was really getting hot. "Your prick, too, I want it thick and throbbing inside me, so that it hurts."
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That too," Sally said. "I like to get it in the ass-hole, you know."
"Yeah?" Sal said.
Immediately Sally was on her guard. "What's the matter, you don't like butt-fucking?"
"Sure I do," he said, indignantly. "I really love to butt-fuck girls."
"Well, then why did you sort of hesitate there?"
"Because once I got gang-banged by a bunch of fags when I was in reform school."
"No kidding?" Sally said, amazed.
"Yeah," Sal said. "They put me in reform school and all these fags ganged up on me. And they all shot their loads into my ass-hole, one after the other. And there was about fifteen of them, too."
"Shit," gasped Sally.
"Yeah, I was bleeding like a stuck pig for days, right out of my ass-hole," Sal said.
Sally was dumbfounded. No wonder he got nervous at any mention of butt-fucking. "Gee, Sal," she said sympathetically. "I can understand how you feel. I'm sorry I even brought it up."
"Naw, it's okay," he said, "you didn't know."
"But that still doesn't mean you don't like to butt-fuck girls, does it?"
"Of course not," Sal said. "Sticking a hot thick rod into a tight female ass-hole is what really gets me off."
"Why?" Sally asked. Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an anal freak who didn't like to fuck girls in the cunt. That would be too bad, Sally thought, because although she liked to get it in the ass-hole every once in a while, she really liked getting it in the cunt more. And if Sal didn't want to give it to her in the cunt, they just couldn't make it sexually. She knew that right away.
"Well, you know," Sal said. "Some girls have really big boxes, know what I mean?"
"Sure I do," Sally replied.
"I mean their motherfucking boxes are so big, and so loose, you feel like you're shooting your load into a big old rubber bag. It's just not fun."
"Yeah, I understand what you mean," Sally said. "Once I had a girl friend like that. The poor chick really had troubles. Her boyfriend even left her because of that. You know, her cunt was too big for him to get his rocks off in, and she didn't let him butt-fuck her because it was against her principles."
"Yeah," Sal said. "But you chicks have great cunt muscles, you know. If you try, you can make them go tighter and looser any time you want, and as fast as you want."
"Yeah, I'm good at that," Sally bragged.
"I could have guessed that, baby. I'll bet you're good at everything, especially sucking cocks. Oh, wow. I can't wait for a real honest to goodness blow-job from you."
"I hope you won't have to wait too long," said Sally suggestively. "The minute I'm officially accepted into the Kocks and Kunts, I'd like you to be the first man I give a blow-job to."
"It's a deal," said Sal.
His hand had by now slipped under her nylon panties, approaching them from the back, from the crotch piece. His fingers moved the little strip of silk fabric aside, and gave it a tug.
His cock quivered with arousal when he realized that the silk on the nylon panties, at least that part of it that was covering her cunt, was now sopping wet with the sticky scum that had drooled out of her cunt. Sal ran his fingers over it eagerly. He couldn't believe how wet her panties were!
"Wow," he said to her in a low voice, "you must really be some kind of hot cunt to have so much juice and gism drool out of your twat, after just having my hand move up you like that."
"You bet your sweet ass," Sally said. "Wait until you see me in action tonight at that club meeting at Tom's house."
Sal continued to explore her cunt.
"I am going to Tom's aren't I?" Sally asked anxiously.
"Of course," Sal snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're in, and you don't have to worry any more."
"Good," said Sally, her legs opening a few inches more to the pressure of Sal's hand. It felt good, she had to admit it. It felt delicious. Maybe it was Sal, but she thought probably not. The touch of a man on almost any part of her body made her feel good. And two touches made her cunt cream for sure. But, she hoped that she could get to be Sal's special favorite, and Tom's special favorite.
She was a power-hungry bitch, and she knew how a cunt could get to the source of power. As a woman, she knew that she herself would have trouble establishing herself as the actual leader of the group, but she could be the power behind the throne by getting all the male leaders of her group really addicted to her cunt. Sally had been around long enough to know that the way to power and prestige for a woman was through her physical good looks, or through her cunt. And she was willing to do that.
She was willing to do anything necessary to become the top Kunt of the Kocks and Kunts at Lincoln High.
Slowly but surely, Sal's hand slid up to where he could feel the bristly hairs of her cunt muff tickling his fingers and tingling his tips until his cock stiffened even more.
That was what she wanted to feel. Now she had her hand on Sal's cock, and he had his hand slipping up deeper and deeper into her cunt. And all right here, in the middle of the high school cafeteria!
Sally knew she would like Lincoln High!
Suddenly Sal's hard, scratchy fingers reached over her cunt lip, getting caught in the tangled jungle of her golden cunt hairs.
"Keep going," Sally murmured. She could feel her cunt lips beginning to swell with lust.
"Oh, I will baby," Sal moaned.
His fingers, all four of them, slid over the fat, sausage-like roll of her outer cunt lips.
"That feels good, so good," she moaned.
Sal's fingers had by now curled over the thick fat roll of flesh. He felt the rich cunt-ooze drool over the flesh, then he felt still another bubbling flow of love-scum come out of her cunt canal and cover his fingers.
"Oh, wow, baby," he moaned. "You're really shooting for me, aren't you?"
"And you're worth ever drop," Sally gasped.
"You bet your ass that I am," Sal said.
"Now I can't wait to do the same thing for you. I want to suck your cock, or massage your cock until you shoot out a gallon of gism."
"You'll get your chance," Sal said. "Don't worry about that."
Suddenly, Sally shivered with a spasm of lust.
"Oh, you're going to make me come, right here in the high school cafeteria."
"Wouldn't that be something?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sally said sarcastically. "It would be too much, just too much and enough to get us both kicked out of the school. And that would be no fun, just after I've gotten accepted into the Kocks and Kunts."
"Let me touch it just a little more," he said.
"No, cut it out, Sal. You want to get us all in trouble," Sally hissed.
"Oh, please," Sal moaned. "The feel of that hot juice cunny in my hands is just too much to give up."
"Cut it out," Sally hissed. She began to squirm under the table, but it didn't work. The more she squirmed, the more Sal tightened his grip on her sex sausage.
He had one of her cunt lips tightly pinched between his four fingers and his thumb. As she tried to get away from his, he simply tightened his grip on her cunt flesh by pressing his-thumb and his four fingers closer together. The pussy meat that was brutally pinched in between the two now was feeling the full sting of his fingernails as they tightened over the meat.
"Ouch, Sal," she whined, "you're hurting me, you mother-fucker."
His only response was a tightening grip on her cunt meat.
"Listen, doll," Sal said. "If I were you, I would treat me good, better than you're treating me now. Remember I can still make you or break you as far as the Kocks and Kunts go."
Sally was plenty pissed off at the balls of this guy. What he was doing amounted to rape and blackmail. She didn't know what to do. But her female wiles came to the rescue.
"Why Sal," she said in mock surprise. "I'm surprised at you. A man like you, a real man, doesn't have to use force to get a chick to play ball with him."
"Then why were you giving me such a fucking hard time when I was trying to finger-fuck you?" Sal demanded.
"I wasn't giving you a hard time, Sally said placatingly. "I was just scared that one of the teachers would notice and we'd get into a lot of trouble."
"Look doll, I know this school inside out, and I know all the creeps who play teacher, too. And when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about, you can take my word for it, see?"
"Yeah, Sal, I guess you're right. I'm sorry."
"You ought to be sorry."
"I am, baby, you can finger-fuck me all you want, as long as you say it's okay."
Suddenly, without warning, his stiff finger slid over the fat outer folds of her cunt. Its scratching surface rubbed painfully over the sensitive surface of her sex flesh. Sally shivered with pleasure. She felt good and it felt good. Still, she was a little nervous about the way all this was happening so openly, right in the cafeteria.
But when Sal's stiff, come-coated finger began to slip over the sensitive inner ruffled flesh of her inside cunt lips, she forgot her fears. The thrills of pleasure that shot through her body practically immobilized her in a spasm of pleasure.
Finally, his fingers pierced through the ruffles of her cunt flesh and pressed through the tight hole. The twat was closed, sucking, greedily. As Sal's fingers pierced through it, he could feel that even his fingers were making the twat stretch a great deal.
"Oh, wow," he moaned. "You've really got a tight hole, baby."
"Just wait till you ram your rod into it. Then you'll really know what I can do."
"I can't wait," Sal gasped. "In fact, let's get out of here and go to Tom's place right now. It's about time for the club meeting to start anyway. I mean, the orgy."
"Oh, good," Sally gasped. At last she was going to go to a meeting of the Kocks and Kunts. Suddenly she was filled with confidence. She knew she would be accepted. After the way she had gotten Sal excited, she knew it was in the bag.
Together they got into Sal's car and the two-block drive to Tom's house passed in a dream.
The next thing she knew they were standing in the middle of a plushly furnished room. A dozen naked couples were copulating on the floor in every position: the sixty-nine, the missionary, everything. She recognized Tom. She caught his eyes, and then, she knew she was in.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally looked around the room. She recognized several kids she had seen in some of her classes, and she also recognized another teacher, besides Tom.
She nudged Sal, and said, "Hey, who's that other man, that one who looks older?"
"Oh, you mean, the one who looks like a teacher?" Sal asked.
"Yeah, him," said Sally, "The one who's getting his ass-hole eaten out by that brunette chick."
"That's Harry Grant. He's the other biology teacher," Sal explained. "He and Tom run the whole thing, I mean, from the teacher's side, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," said Sally. Her eyes darted around the room. She wanted to see everything, and try and remember all the faces. This was the first time she had seen all the members of the Kocks and Kunts gathered together. She wanted to remember "the faces for future reference.
But she couldn't really see any faces. All she saw was naked bodies, twisted and contorted into wild sex positions. She saw lots of asses and pricks. And she saw at least a dozen gaping cunts, all juicy and creaming with lust.
Most of all, she heard the gasps and animalistic groans of about twenty or twenty-five people, all caught up in the animalistic savagery of a sex orgy.
"Hey, that looks like fun," Sally squealed.
"You bet," said Sal.
"I can't wait to get in on all that fucking and sucking."
"Well then, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Sal demanded.
"I'm going to take my clothes off in a minute," she said.
"Go on," Sal urged anxiously. His gigantic ten-inch prick was already drooling its supply of hot sticky pre-come lubricant. He couldn't wait to ram it up Sally's cunt. He just couldn't wait.
"Wait a fucking minute, will you. I want to check out the scene first."
"Big deal," Sal sneered.
"Fucking right, it's a big deal. It's a big deal for me," Sally snapped. "Maybe you see this sort of thing every day of the week, but I was never involved in a big group fuck and suck like this."
"Oh, yeah, I can understand where you want to sightsee a little first," Sal said.
"Let's sit down and just watch," Sally said.
"Sure baby," he replied. "But first you have to take your clothes off."
"Okay, Sal," Sally said, "anything you say."
Quickly, she stripped. She saw Sal eyeing her hungrily. "Do you want to fuck right now?"
"You bet I do."
"Well, sorry, really I am," Sally said. "I'll bet," Sal sneered.
"It's true," she said. "I've just never seen a scene like this before. I want to watch first."
"Oh fuck you," Sal said. Sally wanted to placate him. "Let's undress," she said seductively. "Great idea," Sal said.
"You can undress me, and I'll undress you."
"Terrific," he replied. Already his own hand was on his zipper. His huge prick, coiled like a hungry snake under the fabric of his pants, was beginning to throb with pain. It was almost more than he could stand.
"Uh-uh," Sally said. "Let me undress you. I'll play the slave, and I'll do all the work. You just stand there."
"Great," said Sal.
Slowly, Sally removed his hand from the fly of his pants. She unzipped it. Then, she dug her hand under the fabric of his pants, inserting it between the slit left for the prick.
When she released the prick from the fabric that held it, it popped out like a jack-in-the-box.
Even Sally, who had seen lots of pricks in her life, including all her brothers' pricks and her father's prick, and had them all rammed up her ass-hole or her cunt, was considerably impressed at the sight of Sal's monstrous sex sausage.
"Hey, she breathed in real admiration, "that's quite a killer you got there, honey. I can see already that you and I are going to play favorites with each other."
"That can't happen," Sal whispered. "If it does, it would be bad news."
"Why?" Sally murmured, her soft, moist mouth nuzzling the immense head of his glans.
"Because it's against the rules," Sal explained.
"Rules," Sally shrieked loudly, so loudly that several of the naked, writhing fuckers and suckers in the room actually looked up from the cunts, cocks or ass-holes they were eating and stared in amazement at Sally.
For one horrifying instant, Sally was afraid that she had really done the wrong thing. But almost immediately all the participants in the orgy turned back to their previous activities.
"See," said Sal, "if you weren't with me, and you made an outburst like that, they would have kicked you out on your ass already."
"Well, thank goodness I'm with you then."
"Yeah, yeah," said Sal. "Just watch your manners a little. No more outbursts like that."
"No baby," Sally said humbly. She realized that Sal had more power in the Kocks and Kunts than she had expected. Instantly, her behavior towards him changed.
She eased his pants and his underpants over his hips and let him step out of them. Now, he stood naked in his shirt and shoes and socks.
"Sit down baby," Sally said. "And I'll take your shoes and socks off, and your shirt too. Then I'll give you the Sally Special."
"Oh wow," Sal gasped. "I can't fucking wait."
"I'll be good," Sally promised.
"Besides, I haven't fucked any cunts besides the ones you see in this room for I don't know how long."
Sally was insulted. "Is that the only reason you want to fuck me, because I'm a different cunt, a new cunt?"
"No baby," Sal said, stroking her hair with his hands.
"Well then, why else are you so hot and hungry for my pussy?" she demanded.
"Because I like you, you dumb cunt. I don't know why, but there's just something about you."
"Yeah," I can understand what you're saying," Sally said.
"Good," said Sal. He sank down on the sofa, and gently pushed Sally's head down towards his huge, purplish throbbing cock. Already there was the glistening drool of pre-come lubricant oozing out of it.
Of course, Sally was lying when she said she liked Sal especially, because there was a certain something about him. She didn't give a shit about him, but she thought it would be a good idea to get this dumb cock strung out on her. That way, she would have somebody to stick up for her, in case anything went wrong.
Actually, she despised Sal, because she could tell that he was really stuck on her, and wanted her so badly that he had lost his dignity in the process of trying to win her attention.
Also, Sally loved tall, blonde, blue-eyed studs. They really made her cunt water, just the sight of them. Her brothers, whom she had fucked frequently and with great satisfaction, were all tall, blonde, blue-eyed giants, just like her father, whom she had fucked at age eleven.
Sally herself was a blue-eyed blonde, but of course, much more delicate and frail than her brothers. Still, since her first lovers, her brothers, had been that way in appearance, that was the kind of men she most enjoyed.
Sal, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Although he was very good-looking too, and certainly well-hung, he was just barely taller than Sally, and, really swarthy. His shining black eyes and smooth black hair would have made him the perfect lover-image for many girls.
In fact, Sal was so handsome, he came dangerously close to being pretty. All the Kunts in the club loved him, especially the cunt-lapping jobs he did.
But Sally didn't even feel the same way. Even though she never yet had a chance to get into a sex scene with Sal, she decided ahead of time that he was not for her. That was one of the reasons why she was so eager to look around the room, and observe all the participants of the orgy so carefully.
She wanted to see just exactly whom she could single out for her special favors, somebody she could really care about.
Sally went down on Sal's massive prick. He was so hot and hungry, he tried to ram the whanger right down her throat instantly. But she struggled to raise her head up off his dong, which was gagging her.
When she succeeded, she hissed at him angrily, "What the fuck is your problem, anyway? You want to strangle me, you some kind of mad sex murderer, huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Sal said. "It's just that I want you so bad, I got carried away."
"Well, just don't let it happen again,"
Sally said. She was getting ballsy, because she had caught a few of the meaningful appreciative glances from the Kocks and Kunts as she entered the room. Sally could tell that she had captured their interest, and as soon as this present fucking and sucking session was over, it would be time to change partners. And she knew that there would be at least five hot Kocks right there in front of her, wanting to try out the new Kunt.
Once that happened, she could safely ditch Sal, and get into somebody new, and more to her taste. But, in the meantime, she contented herself with going down on Sal's cock.
Slowly, sensuously, she opened her mouth over his immense throbbing glans. Gently, she pressed her lips over it just a tiny bit. She felt an immediate shudder of response from his cock. He arched his back, trying to get more of the cock between her lips.
"No," Sally whispered. "Let me do it my way."
"Okay baby," Sal replied. "You're in charge."
"You won't be sorry," she said. "I know how to do this, and how to do it really well."
"I'll bet you do," he gasped.
"Listen, I've got it down to a fine art, you better believe it."
"Shoot," said Sal.
"No, no," Sally laughed, "that's what you're supposed to do."
Again, she closed her lips loosely over his cock. As her lips were applying a gentle, unceasing pressure on the gigantic, wedge-like glans, her mouth was simultaneously working up a huge wad of saliva.
Now, her tongue darted out eagerly, working over the cock with all the skill she could muster, which was plenty.
She made her long tongue into a point, and made sure that a generous glob of spit was situated right at the tip of that point.
Then, she darted the spit-laden tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of the prick. Sal moaned with satisfaction as her wet, pointy tongue stabbed again and again into his throbbing little hole at the tip of the glans.
As Sally continued to do this, she took the length of his prick in her hands. She held the stalk firmly, but gently, and then began a slow caressing massage motion up and down. Sal was almost senseless with pleasure already. He closed his eyes tightly and moaned. As she let her mouth suck in more and more of his prick, she felt that he was about to come, in her mouth. She decided to stop that right away.
Sally wanted to make an entrance, a grand entrance into the Kocks and Kunts. She decided to work over Sal's cock so much, that he was moaning and groaning so loudly, he would drown out all the other sounds in the room, and everybody, all the other fuckers and suckers, would turn around eagerly, to see what was happening.
What they would see was Sally's nude, voluptuous body, squatting on the floor in front of the prostrate, orgasming Sal. It would look good, Sally thought. It would make the right impression immediately.
She realized that Sal, even though she thought he was a piece of shit, was quite a hot shot in the Kocks and Kunts. And, for all the Kocks and Kunts to see the great Sal, a helpless bundle of twitching spasming nerves, come to a screaming, creaming orgasm while Sally was sucking his cock, would really establish her status right away.
Sally knew it was important to hit the right note as soon as possible.
She proceeded to give Sal the best blow job she ever gave in her life.
Her hot, skilled tongue raced along the clefts separating his wedge-like glans from the stalk of his prick. A huge, oozing wad of saliva lubricated the quick arousing movements of her tongue. Then, she jabbed the tongue into the prickhole again.
All the while, her hands were gently rubbing the length of his pulsing stalk, and beginning to move faster and faster.
She knew that Sal, like all men, had a supersensitive spot, a sex spot that aroused him more than any other place on his body if it was stimulated, and stimulated just right.
Sally wanted to find that spot, and stimulate it sexually with her hands, while she was sucking his dick. She knew that the combination of the two would drive Sal crazy.
He seemed to be a moaner and groaner, so that his arousal would certainly result in some loud, lustful noises busting out of his mouth. And that, thought Sally, was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Quickly, her left hand explored the places between his legs, the slit leading to his ass-hole, the ass-hole itself, the inner thighs. She got no special reaction.
Then, on intuition, she gently cupped his two huge, hairy balls in his hands, and continued to suck his dick. The instant her hands cupped gently over those balls, Sal's entire body stiffened convulsively, and his back arched. A loud moan of pleasure ripped out of his body.
She had found the magic spot! Sally thought. Now, she just had to work it over, and suck his dick at the same time. He would start bellowing like an elephant having an orgasm, and all the other action in the room would stop.
All eyes would turn to her. That was what she wanted.
Her prediction came true. As her mouth sucked and licked and nuzzled first the glans, then the stalk of his prick, her hands continued to squeeze gently on the two thickening hardening balls hanging in their sac.
She played with them delicately, moving them back and forth inside her hands and manipulating them inside the loose scrotum sac itself.
Her eyes glanced up at Sal. His face was twisted into a mask of lust. His mouth was wide open as if to scream in passion, but no sound came out.
"What the fuck?" Sally asked herself angrily, "Why doesn't the mother-fucker shout or something, what the fuck is the matter?"
The only thing she could do was keep on doing what she was doing, only harder.
This time, she massaged his balls with her fingertips, but with the soft, skillful pads. And, she sucked his huge whanger deep into her mouth, as deep as it would go.
When she felt the pulsing dripping glans slam against the back of her throat, she began to play with his balls, only this time faster, and with more frenzy.
Suddenly, the inevitable happened. A loud, ear-splitting roar of pure, savage pleasure ripped out of Sal's throat.
"This is what I've been waiting for," Sally thought.
She let the rammer deeper into her throat, and with much difficulty, she managed to expand and contract her throat muscles so as to give the huge cock the maximum of stimulation.
Suddenly, another loud roar of lust broke out of Sal's throat and filled the room. Even though Sally was working very hard to give him that kind of stimulation, in fact, she was in a sweat of exhaustion, she was sufficiently alert to be able to tell that every other person in the room had stopped fucking or sucking or eating out ass-holes or armpits, or whatever else they were doing.
She felt the dead silence fill the room. Even though she couldn't turn around to see, since Sal's gigantic cock was filling her mouth and practically strangling her, she could sense that all the eyes in the room were on her! All the Kocks and Kunts were watching.
Finally, Sal's body stiffened so much, so convulsively, that it looked like he was going to have an epileptic fit.
Suddenly, he screamed again. It was the sort of helpless, rasping howl of an animal who was either dying, or who was so savagely, senselessly engrossed in the sexual act of physical release, that all of his self control had left him.
The howl of lust echoed and re-echoed in the room. Sally knew without a doubt that Sal was going to have the most memorable orgasm of his life, a screaming, creaming howling release that would establish her reputation as the queen of the Kocks and Kunts forever.
Suddenly, she tightened her throat muscles over his cock again, and she tightened her grip on his balls.
"I'm coming," he screamed. His statement was followed by a long, long, rasping groan of release.
Huge wells of hot salty come gushed out of his prick, filling Sally's mouth instantly. She gagged, but forced herself to swallow it, every bit of it.
That was an important part of the impression. If she could make this Kock spurt out such gallons of come, if she could make his ten-inch rammer explode with such a powerful orgasm, she should be able to swallow all of his come too. That was important, and she knew it.
Choking like a dying swimmer, and gagging frantically, Sally swallowed every drop of Sal's come as it gushed out of his stalk and into her mouth.
She cursed him in her mind, swearing that once she had used him to get herself where she wanted to be in the hierarchy of the Kocks and Kunts, she would never ever let him come near her again.
She hated him for the discomfort she was going through. And, she had no romantic or sexual interest in him, since he was the exact reverse of her type.
But her ploy had succeeded. She had the attention of all the Kocks and Kunts in the room. That was what she wanted. That was what she was using Sal for. And she had used him well.
He lay back on the sofa, limp with sexual exhaustion. His whole body lay like a rag. Even though his prick was going limp, Sally kept sucking on it. She wanted to show the Kocks and Kunts that she was not only good, but that she was good for a long, long time.
She pretended eagerness. As she continued to suck on his withering cock, she began to massage his balls again, in an effort to bring the dick back to life again.
But Sal was spent, totally spent. All the huge amount of sperm he had shot into her body had really drained him. He felt more released, and more satisfied than he had ever felt before.
Suddenly, his hand reached down. He stroked her head a few times, a strange thing to do in the Kocks and Kunts, where a show of personal affection or feeling was rare. The emphasis was on sex, and entirely on sex.
"Will you look at that?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, turning away from the chick he had been butt-fucking furiously.
"He really liked that," Tom said.
"I'll bet he did. That girl is a mean cocksucker."
"She seems to know what she's doing, all right," Harry agreed.
"Is she in?" Harry asked.
"You bet your cock she's in," Tom replied.
"All right," Harry said. "I agree with you."
"I think I'll test her out next," Tom said.
"Oh no you don't," Harry interrupted. "You always get to break in the new chicks first. We're in on this together remember? Half and half."
"Okay," Tom laughed. "You can have her top part, and I'll take the bottom part."
"Motherfucker," Harry laughed. "You won't get the best of me this time."
"Just watch," Tom said. "I can get it up again easy, and the second I do, you know where it's going to go?"
"In her mouth?"
"No," Tom replied scornfully. "She's already got it in the mouth. She probably has an ounce of come in her lungs, the poor chick, the way Sal was shooting it into her. I'll give her a break, and give it to her in the cunt."
"She looks like a better butt-fuck, frankly."
"How can you say that?"
"Because," Harry, insisted, "I can just tell, it becomes instinctive after a while."
"No," Tom replied. "You're all wrong. I get the feeling this chick has a real tight box, just naturally."
"Yeah," Harry said. "I have to agree with you. Besides, the way she's been working over Sal, it looks like she had a lot of experience. I mean, she probably knows how to use her cunt muscles to the best possible effect, know what I mean?"
"Of course I do," Tom replied. "And I want to feel them out, just as a test you understand."
"Sure, sure," Harry said. "I can see your dick getting bigger already."
"Well, I'm not a biology teacher for nothing," Tom replied. "It's in my blood to test and to experiment."
He began to stand up, extricating himself from the tangle of bodies around him.
"Do it, Tom," Gary, another young student
Kock said.
"I will," Tom laughed. "Just watch me slam the shit out of that girl."
"A butt-fucking," a girl screamed out. "We want a butt-fucking show."
"Yeah," another voice added. "Come on Tom, you can do it."
Tom turned to the Kock who had spoken. He looked down at his massive rammer.
"Look, it's higher than my belly button already. You want to bet I can do it?"
"No need," the Kock replied. "It's guaranteed already.
"You bet it is," Tom boasted. "There's never been a time when I couldn't get it up, higher than Harry here, and more often."
"Wait a minute," Harry protested. He knew that Tom was just kidding around, but he didn't want his status challenged in front of the students. He was the partner, so to speak, in the leadership of the Kocks and Kunts. He had noticed that Tom frequently challenged him, always in a kidding way, but the challenge was there anyhow.
Harry was pissed off. He didn't like to be challenged by anyone especially in the area of his potency and virility. It upset him, because, like many men, he was insecure about his sexuality, at least, insecure enough to be really thrown off by a challenge. He knew he could get it up, but if that fact was questioned and questioned often enough, he got very upset.
For one thing, he knew that Tom's prick was bigger than his. But okay, Harry figured, so what. His own prick was a very decent eight inches in length, which was considerably above the average, and he was mostly satisfied with that. He knew all too well that it was not just the size of the prick that satisfied women, it was how a man used the prick, and what else he did in the course of the fucking that mattered.
So even if Tom's prick was an unnatural ten inches in length, Harry figured he still had more than a fighting chance in any sex competition with Tom.
And fuck it, Harry figured. If Tom wanted to compete, than that was the way it would have to be. He knew that he was a much more expert cunt-lapper than Tom. Tom, for some reason, gave all the Kunts in the club regular cunt-lappings, and seemed to satisfy them. But there was a certain something missing. His lack of enthusiasm betrayed the fact that he really didn't enjoy eating out cunts. Once, when Tom was drunk, he admitted to Harry, although somewhat hesitantly, that he didn't really like any sexual acrobatics.
He personally preferred to have his cock sucked, and as far as an active role in the sex act was concerned, the only way he liked it was in the missionary position, that is, lying on top of the chick, body aligned to body, and sticking his prick hot and hard into her. That was his favorite brand of fucking.
He liked butt-fucking too, but butt-fucking is basically the same type of copulation as missionary style fucking, a penetration of the female by the male, and that was acceptable to Tom.
Harry realized that unless you really enjoyed a certain type of fucking or sex activity, you really never did it well. You would go through all the technical motions all right, and even arouse your partner, and bring him or her to a climax. But the minute that partner engages in the same sexual activity done by someone who really enjoys it, they can tell the difference, even though they never knew there was a difference before.
And Harry knew for a fact that the chicks preferred him, at least they preferred to get their cunts eaten out by him, and that was a big plus right there. They liked to get fucked by Tom, because of the length and thickness of his prick.
So, even though Tom walked over to Sally, and was about to approach her, Harry wasn't too worried. He knew his turn would come, and she would have an orgasm from it right away, just from that. Then, he would let his tongue slide inside all of her clefts, slowly, wetly, until she was trembling, quivering and creaming, screaming and begging for more.
Harry knew that a tongue lapping workout on her cunt would make her forget Tom, or at least, it would make Harry as important to her sexual satisfaction as Tom was.
What really pissed Harry off was the fact that this stupid kind of sexual competition between him and Harry was having a bad effect on the kids. If they wanted to be absolute rulers of the group, they had to stick together, and not play stupid little games like who is the best fuck.
Harry knew that they both had an ideal situation, all the cunt they wanted, for free, pretty much at their beck and call. Why spoil it, he though, by creating a division in the leadership, namely between him and Tom.
But, if Tom was going to be an ass-hole, and keep competing with Harry for cunt, when there was no need to compete, there was nothing Harry could do about it, except maybe talk to Tom, and try to reason with him.
But now was neither the time nor the place. Harry would wait for the right moment, and this certainly was not it.
Tom had walked up to Sally, who still had Sal's withering dick in her mouth. She was still sucking at it, not wanting to give up.
Tom tapped her on the shoulder. "I think you've made enough of an impression," he said.
"Yeah?" Sally asked. As she let Sal's withering dick slip out of her mouth, a stream of hot oozing come dribbled out of both sides of her lips. Quickly, her tongue flickered out to recapture it.
Actually, she didn't like the taste of semen so much, but she wanted Tom to think she did. She wanted Tom and all the other Kocks and Kunts to think that she could give a whole lot of pleasure, that she was a valuable cunt to have in the group, and a valuable mouth, too.
"Don't try so hard honey," Tom said to her, "you're in. Don't worry."
"Oh, I know I'm in," Sally said. She didn't like the fact that he knew she was still worried, still wondering if she would be accepted into the hottest sex club in the high school, The Kocks and Kunts.
"So be cool," Tom said.
"I am cool," Sally insisted.
"You're not acting like it," Tom said, indicating Sal's withering prick with a gesture of his hand. "You're knocking yourself out for nothing."
"I'm not so sure," Sally said. "I can make any prick stand up, any number of times I want too."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," Tom said.
"You better believe it," Sally snapped. She was getting irritated. What the fuck does this prick want, she asked herself. If he wants to fuck me, why not come right out and say so?
"So you don't have to prove anything by sucking that limp dick any more," Tom said.
"Got any better ideas?" Sally asked coyly.
"Yeah, I got a dick too," Tom said.
"So what do you want, baby, a blow-job?" Sally asked.
"No, I get more blow-jobs than I can use, believe me. I want to show you a good time," Tom said.
"Oh yeah, aren't you nice."
"You better believe it," Tom replied. "My cock is even nicer, especially when it's inside your cunt."
"Want to give it a try?" Sally said.
"Sure," Tom replied. "That's what I meant when I said I wanted to give you a good time."
"You're pretty smart," Sally said.
"Sure I am," Tom replied. "I know a girl-likes to just lay back and get fucked every once in a while. It's hard work, sucking cock like that."
"You bet it is, especially the cock I just sucked."
"Well, let me fuck you first, baby," Tom said. "Then, if you feel like it, you can suck my cock." Tom prided himself on being democratic with his students, letting them have a say in what was happening. Actually, he didn't really mean it, he just realized that an illusion of freedom would keep them happier longer, and thus, they would be available to service him longer. Tom was something of a voyeur, and when he was not actually fucking, sucking, or getting blown, he liked to watch other people doing it.
And he had his own ready made show with the Kocks and Kunts of Lincoln High. It was a good thing, and he knew it. That was why he wanted to keep it. He wanted to have the students think he was treating them right, so that they would give him no trouble.
Every once in a while, he liked to make a big show of pleasing them, and doing something for them, like some specific sex act he knew they enjoyed.
"Get in the middle of the floor, honey," he said to Sally, "and I'll give you the best fuck you ever got."
Sally's eyes roved over his powerful, muscular, and yet lean body. Her eyes riveted on his gigantic dick, which, with its full ten-inch height, rose high over his bellybutton, and twitched hotly, hitting against his stomach.
"With that tool, you might tear me apart. It's almost too big for its own good," Sally replied.
"What are you talking about?" Tom demanded irritably. He didn't like any kind of cock criticism.
"I mean, too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing, you know."
"No I don't know," Tom insisted.
"I mean, a dong like that can really hurt a girl."
"Not really, I'm gentle," Tom said.
"That's not the point," Sally insisted. "If it's that long, it's going to stab so deep up my twat, that it will probably injure the mouth of my uterus, and make me bleed."
"Well," Tom snarled, "if you don't want it, I certainly won't force it on you."
He was really getting pissed off at this chick.
She should be creaming in her pants at the honor of being picked out like that, and picked out by him, the real leader of the group.
"It's not that," Sally said, "it's just that I'm afraid you'll hurt me. I don't dig pain. I'm not an S & M freak, you know."
"Forget it," Tom said. He turned to the other Kunts in the room. "Okay, who wants to fuck?" he asked.
"I do," said a low, sexy husky voice. All eyes turned to a dim corner of the room. There sat a tall, luscious blonde girl, one of the hottest Kunts in the club. "Little old Mary can handle anything," the blonde girl said. "There's no cock that's too big for me," she bragged.
"Okay, Mary," Tom said with a smile. "Come here, and we'll show this new member here how we operate. She's a little slow, it seems. Not too much brains. It's a good thing she's got a body, otherwise, she wouldn't be so lucky to be here with us tonight."
All the Kocks and Kunts turned to Sally. Sally was horrified. She had done the very thing she least wanted to do: Get the Kocks and Kunts, and Tom, their teacher-leader, pissed off at her.
She was so mad at herself she could cry. But it all happened so fast, before she knew it. She just said all the wrong things. And even if what she said was true, namely, that she was afraid that Tom's monstrous cock would hurt her, and make her bleed, she should have just kept her mouth shut, come what may.
Now, they were all going to turn against her, because Tom was against her. She knew she had to move, and move fast, in order to get them on her side again.
Just then, Mary stood up. Sally's eyes ran over the girl's body, and Sally wondered how she hadn't noticed Mary before.
The girl was a killer, a real killer. As her long, big-titted voluptuous body sauntered towards the center of the room where Tom was standing, his prick still expectantly erect, Sally knew she would have to fight, and start fighting right now. She would have to fuck, and out-fuck Mary, if she was going to achieve any kind of status with the locks and Kunts.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Mary sauntered up to Tom, a slow cat-like smile stretched her lips.
"Hi, sailor," she said slowly. Mary's tall luscious body was the whitest of white, smooth flesh. Her huge, melon-like tits were so big, that it seemed incredible that they stood up as high on her chest as they did, because, given weight and the law of gravity, they should have been hanging around her waist, they were so huge.
Tom stared at her titties. He could never get enough of them. As a biology teacher, he could appreciate the marvelousness of her mammaries. As an older man, he could also appreciate the youth and freshness they represented. He, being over thirty, had seen more than his share of titties, and most of them had belonged to women who were over twenty-five. By that age, no matter how stacked or sexy a chick was, her tits always began to sag. It was a law of nature. But Mary was only seventeen years old, and those tits of hers were still standing tall and high.
"Well, sailor," Mary continued, "want to have some fun?"
Tom's eyes goitered with lust as he looked straight into Mary's dark ones. He loved the games she played with him with such skill.
Mary, he knew, had a little slut fetish. She liked to pretend she was a harbor whore, and he was a sailor she was soliciting.
Tom himself wasn't too interested in any kind of fantasy. With his sex drive, he could get his rocks off just by having a naked woman, and an open cunt available to him. He could really get satisfied, and more, just by shoving his mighty ten-incher into a hot, wet pulsing female cunt, and pounding away until he had shot his load.
That satisfied him. But he understood psychology. He knew that his students, especially the females, each had a certain type of fantasy they preferred. Some of them liked to play the earth mother image. Others wanted to be daddy's little girl, and so on. Every one of them had a peculiar fantasy that she liked to work out as she was being fucked.
He didn't mind. If the girl enjoyed it, it just made her a better lay, and that's all Tom was interested in. If Mary wanted to pretend she was a whore and he was a sailor, that was fine with him.
He looked at her again. His hand reached up to her tits. Even though Tom was a big man, and had large hands, he couldn't grab all of Mary's tits, they were that big. There was always swelling of soft, voluptuous flesh running over on top of her tits, and on the sides and on the top.
The crazy chick couldn't even fit into a size D cup, that's how big she was.
Tom squeezed as much of her tit as he could grab into his hand. "You bet I want to have some fun," he said.
"Well, how about it," Mary slurred, her hip jutting out suggestively.
"Where?"
"Right here," she said. "Right here on the middle of the floor."
"In front of all these people?" Tom asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Honey," Mary replied, "I don't care. As long as I get my money, and you get your piece of ass, or blow-job, or whatever else it is you want."
"Will you do anything I ask you to?" Tom demanded
"Sure, I will sailor," Mary replied. "If I get what I want from it."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well," she said coyly, "I'll leave it up to you."
"Okay," Tom said, "what do you want this time, honey, money or grades?" This was another game they played, the money or grades game. Mary's particular kind of sexuality demanded that a deal be made, a deal in which she got something in return for her sexual favors. That was part of the way she wanted to play the game. And, of course Tom was happy to oblige. He didn't care how he got his cunt, as long as he got it.
"I want an A on my next biology test," Mary said. Her hand crept up to Tom's cock. "How about it, sailor?" Her tongue flicked out beckoningly.
"Okay, doll," Tom replied. "It's a deal. Consider it cash in the hands."
"Oh I will, honey," Mary drawled. "What do you think I am, one of those fools who does it for free?"
"No, I don't think that," Tom said.
"I hope not," she said indignantly.
"I can tell a real professional when I see one," Tom said.
"Okay, then sailor," Mary drawled. "What do you want and how do you want it?"
"I want to stab my rod into your hot, tight cunt," Tom said.
"Sure," Mary said.
"But then, I don't know, maybe I'd rather butt-fuck you. Have you taken a shit lately? I don't want to get any shit on my cock."
"Don't worry about it sailor, you won't," Mary said. "Listen, when you come to me, it's satisfaction guaranteed."
"I know."
"I'll bet you do. I never leave my customers unsatisfied. It's against the principles of my trade," Mary said slowly, her hand beginning to massage Tom's cock.
Watching the incredible scene unfold before her eyes, Sally knew she would have to step in very soon, or else Mary would take over completely.
That cunt sure knows how to operate. For some reason, this beautiful young high school girl, with the face and body of a movie star, needed to play a prostitute-like role in order to get off sexually. It was curious, Sally thought, but so what. If it worked, that was all that mattered.
Sally knew that every sexually experienced individual had some little peculiarity. If Mary's peculiarity was playing a whore, so what? Sally herself had one, too. It was a slight tinge of masochism, so slight as to be almost unnoticeable.
That was why she was so preoccupied with pain. That was why she objected when Tom came to fuck her with his rampant rod. She knew that a fast and furious fucking from that ten-inch giant of a cock would hurt her, hurt her and make her bleed. But, she was really afraid that she would like the pain, and not be frightened or horrified by it.
Sally secretly recognized this peculiarity in herself. Well, we all have our little perversions, that are so little, they're not actual perversions, they're more like peculiarities. But that's cool, she thought.
If Mary openly displayed and exposed her whore peculiarity, maybe they all did that. Maybe they all really let themselves go, and went a few steps beyond just fucking, and actually revealed their sexual peculiarities to each other.
That's even better, Sally thought, because that way, not only will I get a huge amount of sex, and a lot of variety in the men, but I will be able to indulge in my tiny need for pain without being afraid that I'll be laughed at, or singled out as a freak.
After all, Sally reasoned, if Mary can strut her whore game out there in the middle of the room, and everybody just sits back and watches it, obviously accepting it completely, then I certainly could do the same thing.
Sally became really excited at the prospect. She was waiting for the right moment to jump into the action. But it didn't come yet, because Mary and Tom were still playing a customer-prostitute game.
"Okay, I'll give you a blow-job now," Mary said.
"No," Tom insisted. "That's not what I want."
"What the fuck do you mean, that's not what you want? That's what you said you wanted."
"No, I didn't say that. I'm paying, and I give the orders," Tom said.
"Okay John," Mary said. "You're right. So tell me what the fuck you want, and I'll do it to you and we'll get it over with. I don't have all day, you know. I have to turn a few more tricks before the night is over.
"Okay, okay," Tom said.
"A girl has to pay her rent somehow, you know," Mary said.
"Sure, sure, I understand. Now get down on your knees and suck me off, and make it good, too. I want my money's worth," Tom said.
"Sure," Mary said. Happily she went down on her knees and took her teacher's gigantic throbbing dick in her hands. Just as she was about to put its immense glans between her lips, Sally jumped to her feet.
"Wait a minute," Sally said. "Let's put some variety into this little game."
"Who the fuck are you?" Mary snarled. "Fuck off."
"Wait a minute," Sally said. "I'm a new member. And I just had a suggestion, that's all."
"Give the kid a chance to have her say Mary," Tom said.
"Fuck you all," Mary screamed, her hysteria and rage mounting. She was suddenly furious. She had it all set up, the whole whore game she enjoyed playing with Tom so much. And now, it was going to be spoiled by this new stupid cunt. She didn't like what was happening. How could she really get hot and satisfied, if the illusion of the prostitute and the customer was shattered?
Sally sensed the reason for Mary's anger.
"Wait a minute, Mary," Sally said. "We can do it your way!"
"How the fuck can we do it my way when you're interrupting," Mary demanded. Tears of rage were welling up in her eyes.
"We can be partners, you and me," Sally said, shooting her a meaningful glance. "Get it?"
Suddenly, Mary understood. Why not, she thought to herself. They can be two prostitutes working as a pair and both hired by Tom to service him.
"Great idea," Tom said, understanding Sally's idea right away.
He turned to Mary. "Now I guess the deal is changed. This is going to cost me more."
"Damned right," Mary said, happily falling into the game again. "My partner here has her price too, you know. What kind of a dumb John are you anyway, thinking you can get two for the price of one?"
"No I don't think that. I'm willing to make a deal," Tom said.
"So what's the deal?" Mary demanded.
"How about an A for her to get in her next biology test?"
"What do you say to that?" Mary asked, turning to Sally.
"Yeah, okay," Sally said.
"Good, cash in the hand again," Tom said. "Now, I'll tell you girls what I want. After all, I'm a paying customer."
"Fair enough," Mary said. "What do you want?"
"I want to fuck Sally in the cunt, while you eat out my ass-hole," he said. "Okay," Mary agreed. "Sure," Sally said.
The two girls suddenly fell into the fantasy perfectly, and began working together like they had been doing it for months.
Sally lay down on the floor, flat on her back. She spread her legs as far as they would go, and jutted her hips slightly into the air. Her luscious, dripping blonde cunt gaped open and exposed. The outer lips trembled visibly from excitement. Sally breathed fast. She couldn't wait for the tight hard delicious pressure she would feel from being penetrated by a cock as huge in length and thickness as his was.
She felt her nipples harden and stiffen with excitement. She was sorry that Mary was involved, that is, that Mary would be participating sexually in her fuck with Tom. But, thought Sally to herself, that's better than nothing.
Besides, she had managed to save herself from the awkward position her big mouth put her in. She felt at ease and accepted again. That's what she wanted. Acceptance, total acceptance into the Kocks and Kunts, and eventually, leadership of the group.
But for now, she would have to play along, and do Mary's game. Then, slowly but surely, she would out-fuck Mary, and she would fuck her way to the very top of the Kocks and Kunts.
She looked up at Tom's tall towering body. He was standing between her legs, his eyes devouring every inch of her body. She knew he liked what he saw.
Suddenly, she brought her hands down to her cunt. Delicately, with her fingers, she picked apart the outer cunt lip, and pinched in the flesh. As she separated her outer pussy lips as far as it would go, the delicate ruffle of her inner labia glowed pink and wet.
"Look at that tight little pussy," she said to Tom.
"It's going to be a tight fit," he smiled. "It's going to be a good tight fit," she smiled.
"I know what you mean," Tom said. "Sometimes, the tighter the fit, the better it feels."
"Go ahead, try it," Sally said coyly.
"I am," Tom said. "I just enjoy looking at pussy, especially fresh young juicy pussy like that."
"I can't blame you," Sally said. "I've got quite a cunt between my legs."
"I can see that," Tom said.
"Wait until you feel it," Sally said. "Wait until you feel how wet I am, how wet my whole cunt is, creaming and bubbling over with love juice. I want your prick so bad," she moaned. Her fingers pulled her cunt lips even wider apart.
"I don't have to feel it," Tom laughed. "I can see it. There's more white scum on those sweet young cunt lips of yours than I've ever seen before."
"Wait till I suck your cock dry with my cunt muscles," Sally said. "Just wait."
"I'm waiting," Tom laughed. "And I'm enjoying the waiting almost as much as I know I'm going to enjoy the actual fucking."
"Okay, if you want to be a cunt tease," Sally sighed, "go right ahead."
Tom's only response was a laugh.
Sally, her legs still open wide, and her cunt gaping open so that all of it, even the dark, scum-oozing little twat, was exposed to view, began to move the finger of her right hand to the secret little spot at the tip of her cunt.
"You watch," she said to Tom. "You watch as much as you want. But I'm not just going to lie here," she said. "I'm going to masturbate, and get myself off, right in front of everybody."
"Go ahead," said Tom. "I'd love to see that."
A murmur of agreement went up among the other Kocks and Kunts. Excitedly, the group of high schoolers edged up closer to the center of the room where Sally was lying on her back, masturbating furiously, while Tom and Mary watched.
Sally's finger, now covered with a coating of thick white scum, slid slowly up and down the length of her slit, resting periodically on her erect, throbbing clitoris.
She began to moan with pleasure as her self-stimulation brought about the desired results. Her whole body heaved with lust. Her finger began to race faster and faster along the length of the slit. It began to dip into the twat itself each time it passed over it. The finger made a loud sucking noise each time it slid out of the tight, muscular twat, so that the whole room, and the gathered Kocks and Kunts could hear the sounds of her autoeroticism.
Gradually, Sally was at a fever pitch of excitement. Her finger now concentrated on her clit, instead of on her twat. She began to massage it with slow, circular motions. Loud moans of lust ripped out of her lips.
"Shit," said Gary, one of the top Kocks in the club. "That cunt sure knows how to give it to herself."
"You bet your ass," said Suzy, a nearby Kunt.
"If I could get myself as hot as she can, I wouldn't even bother to come here," said another Kunt.
"I know what you mean," Suzy answered.
"She's a goodie, no doubt about it," said Laura, another Kunt. "I wonder if she-likes Kunt?"
"I can't tell yet," Suzy answered. "I'll observe a little more."
"It would be terrific if she does," Laura said. "Our separate little girl's group hasn't been progressing much lately. There's not enough girls interested."
"I know what you mean," Suzy said. "But if this new chick, Sally, is at all interested in cunt-lapping, she would be a natural. Just look at the way she moves!" Suzy gasped with admiration.
Sally was undulating on the floor. Although she moved furiously, convulsively, caught in the throes of her crazy, self-induced orgasm, she managed to do it all with the kind of grace of movement that attracted all the Kocks and Kunts to her.
Sally actually looked beautiful, and aesthetically pleasing, lying there on the floor, spread-eagled, and fucking herself. Her long, full thighs shivered. The flesh on them trembled from the strength of the convulsions her entire body was undergoing, convulsions of a directly sexual nature.
Her hips, like two powerful pistons, shot up into the air again and again.
Even though her buttocks landed on the floor with a cruel slain, she didn't seem to notice. She was totally engrossed in the strength of her passion. Each time her ass slammed into the floor, a look of ecstasy passed over her face.
Then suddenly, without warning, her face twisted into a mask of lust. Her whole body twisted convulsively, and the groans coming out of her lips got louder and louder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she shrieked.
"Look at that chick go," Tom said admiringly.
"She's obviously some kind of sex maniac," Mary said admiringly.
"Yeah, that cunt is a powerhouse, a real powerhouse," said Laura, the Kunt with bi inclinations. "I sure would like to get my tongue Into that boiling pink pussy."
"Be patient," Suzy said. "You will."
"I have to," Laura said. "I'm going crazy just watching her.
Sally didn't know it, but she was unconsciously succeeding in her ambition. She was surrounded by the Kocks and Kunts, and making the right kind of impression on them, the kind of impression she wanted to make. They were all watching her, admiring her incredible sexuality and the savage, animal magnetism that she managed to emanate as she was masturbating maniacally.
Suddenly, her body stiffened. They all realized that she was on the very brink of orgasm. She arched her back stiffly, and highly, so that only her head and her heels were resting on the floor. Her hand gave a final brutal rub on her clit. Then, she grabbed her cunt with her hand, covering it all with the hand, and frantically clutching the pubic hairs with the fingers.
As her body spasmed with approaching orgasm, she gave a few strange, brutal tugs on her pubic hairs, so that she actually pulled out a few. As she did, her body spasmed even more powerfully.
"Hey, catch that action," said Laura to Suzy, "she-likes to hurt a little, too!"
"Very interesting," Suzy whispered. "This opens up a whole new world of possibilities."
"Yeah, that girl is terrific," Laura replied. "I can't wait to see what she'll do when she comes."
"And comes to," Suzy added sarcastically. "The way that cunt is moving, she's using up so much energy, that she should need a half hour's rest, at least, before she's good for anything, know what I mean?"
"Yeah," Laura replied.
Suddenly, without warning, a single blood-curdling shriek broke out of Sally's lips.
"I'm coming," she wailed again.
"Obviously," Tom laughed as he watched her lust-crazed body writhing on the floor.
"Stick it into me," Sally begged. "This is the right moment."
"No, I don't want to," Tom replied.
"Please, please," she begged. "Stick that cock into me, all ten inches of it."
"No," Tom persisted. "It's more fun watching, and besides, we can always fuck later."
"Somebody," Sally wailed, "somebody fuck me!"
"Aw, have a heart," Mary interrupted, looking at Tom. "Stick it into the poor chick. While you're doing that, I'll eat out your ass."
Suddenly, the idea appealed to Tom.
Quickly, he got on his knees between Sally's spread out legs. She felt his action, even though her eyes were tightly closed. Instinctively, she moved her hands away from her cunt to accommodate his lean, narrow hips, and the gigantic cock he was thrusting at her.
She began to buck wildly, so wildly that Tom couldn't position his prick accurately. Her cunt kept moving quickly, savagely. First, it bounced up and down brutally, then it began to surge in a wave-like sideways motion.
"Hold her legs still, somebody," Tom said. "I can't stick it in if she keeps moving like that."
Instantly, ten voices rose up from the gathered Kocks and Kunts, all of whom were eager to do it.
"Let me," said Laura, licking her lips in anticipation of participating, even thus indirectly, in the terrific furious fucking Sally was about to get from Tom. She had her fantasy too, and in that fantasy, she was the one with the prick. She was the one who was going to stab a hard, stiff prick ten inches into
Sally's warm, sucking, wet cunt, and somebody else, anybody, would be the one holding her down.
That was the way she imagined it.
But instead of holding down her legs, Laura moved up over Sally's head, and pinned her arms down to the floor. That was necessary too because Sally, crazed and thrashing as she was from the strength of her passion, was pounding her fists wildly into the floor and flailing her arms over her head.
Laura gripped them and held them firmly down to the floor. She let her own cunt gape over Sally's face, and felt the rush of sexual pleasure overwhelm her as she realized that by only squatting a few inches lower down, her cunt would be right on top of Sally's face, and Sally's mouth. But Laura managed to restrain herself, putting on a big show of only trying to be helpful.
Suzy, Laura's friend, rushed to hold down Sally's ankles, and she grasped them powerfully and straightened out the legs. Now the sex-crazed girl's knees were straight, and she was spread-eagled in an easy and accessible position.
Now that Sally was racked helplessly on the floor, and she had not yet been satisfied by the feeling of Tom's huge prick ramming into her, there was no way she could express the hysterically-powerful sexual spasms that were shaking her body.
Her voice was the only instrument left to her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she screamed. "Quickly, or else I'll come."
"Okay, okay, hold on," Tom said. His own prick was quivering with anxiety and lust. He felt that his balls would bust if he didn't get the chance to ram them into her tight, eager cunt soon.
He had been held up because the girl's sexual spasms had been so powerful that they seemed like an epileptic fit. Nobody, nobody on earth no matter how strong or virile, could have been able to fuck that girl if some other people hadn't been around to hold her down.
The only way would have been to knock her into unconsciousness, which would have been defeating his own purpose. He wanted to fuck this strange, savage, sex-crazed creature. He wanted to ram his dick into the pulsing, sucking, and milking cunt that controlled her savage movements. He didn't want a limp unconscious body, just lying there. He wanted a live, sucking and milking cunt. But he couldn't get that, because he couldn't get his prick into her.
As he paused for a moment, he saw her gaping pink cunt all ruffled and covered with the rich foamy bubbles of love scum that the force of her lust had made inside her body, and that had now oozed out of her.
He positioned his cock, holding it between the pussy lips, but still not actually touching them. That moment was ecstatic for him, almost as ecstatic as the actual moment of penetration and orgasm would be.
Suddenly, with a loud groan of lust, he fell onto her, holding his massive tool angled and ready to strike, deep and hard.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Tom struck into the gaping, hot wet cunt, he felt his prick expand, and thicken from stimulation.
Sally's cunt was perfect. As his immense wedge-like glans forced its way through her tightly muscled cunt, he felt that delightful pressure tingling through him. The cunt ring was tiny, the tiniest cunt ring he had ever penetrated. He felt its strength, though, as if it were made of smooth, slick rawhide.
It pulsed convulsively over the glans, pressing it first hard, then more gently, then stopping its pressure altogether. With each pulsation of her cunt ring, Tom had the quivering of an orgasm, which only served to excite him more.
He couldn't believe the strength of the girl's cunt muscles. He couldn't believe that such an incredibly pleasurable milking motion could be applied with such force, and in such perfect rhythm with his own quivering cock.
The cunt ring seemed to suck his glans in, and yet, it seemed to want to keep it there, where it was exposed to the power of her pussy, where it could feel with each milking motion, the tremendous strength of her sex.
"Shit," said Mary, "Look at that cunt go."
"I'll say," said Laura, "I'd like to ram a dildo into her; and I know I'd be able to feel it like it was my own prick."
"What prick?" Suzy asked scornfully.
"Fuck you, cunt," Laura retorted. She turned her attention back to the fast and furious fucking that was going on right before her very eyes.
Tom was still in the throes of his initial ecstasy. He was torn by two conflicting urges. He wanted to stick his rammer into her, as deep and hard as it would go.
Yet, he knew that the glans massage his prick head was getting was something you didn't run across every day. He wanted to take advantage of it, and use to his pleasure every single little sucking motion of the cunt ring. He wanted to feel that pressure on his glans forever.
So, Tom held back, using the will power he could call forth in a sexually exciting situation like that. His prick eased in between the ring of her quivering cunt, but only as far as the end of his glans.
Then, he withdrew the glans again, until only the tip was left, still feeling the delightful milking motion of her twat.
As the cunt muscles increased the pace of their rhythmic contractions and expansions, he felt a shiver of overwhelming lust race through his body. His glans was pressed upon, hard, yet the hardness was paradoxically soft at the same time. The wet muscle structure hidden deep under the inner and outer folds of her cunt lips pressed against the prick head.
Suddenly, Tom felt the ooze of pre-come lubricant drool out of the little prick hole at the tip of his glans. He recognized the sign, and knew that it meant his sexual stimulation was reaching a height, a height so great that he wouldn't be able to control it much longer.
When Sally gave a final, mighty contraction of her cunt ring, a loud, ear-splitting shriek of satisfaction ripped out of Tom's throat.
Even though he hated to leave the delicious squeezing action of her cunt ring, even though his glans was nestled in it, and loving every second of it, he had to plunge his rammer into her.
He had to feel the tip of the glans slam into the back of her cunt canal, hitting again and again the tough, yet tender little membrane that separated her cunt from the uterus.
As he did so, his immense stalk sank into her. The entire length of his prick convulsed and quivered as it scraped against the walls of her pussy. But that scraping was not an unpleasant sensation.
The canal walls leading to the core of her cunt were wet, and warm and welcoming. Instead of just having his glans stimulated madly by the force of her powerful cunt muscles, his whole prick was now getting the treatment.
And it felt good. Tom moaned with pleasure as every inch of his immense stalk got the same treatment his glans had been getting. He felt the same sucking, the same milking motion squeeze at his sex flesh as her entire cunt convulsively quivered in the expanding and contracting motions of lust. Her cunt was milking him dry of every ounce of come he had. The come churned in his balls, but still he held back, wanting to feel every instant as intensely as possible.
"Mary, will you look at that cunt go," said Nora, another Kunt.
"Yeah, wow," Mary replied in amazement. "That cunt is a natural born Kunt."
"Right, that's what we always say," said Nora, "a Kunt is born and not made."
"Exactly," Mary said. "If you don't have that kind of powerful sexuality when you're born, you never get it. It doesn't come with practice either."
"I know what you mean," said Suzy. "This cunt is the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Yeah," Mary said in agreement. She paused for an instant, and realized what she had just said. If this new chick, Sally, was really the hottest cunt, that could only mean one thing, she was hotter than Mary herself.
Mary began to quiver with rage. She had been among the first of the Kunts, when Tom and Harry had first formed the club. Even though all the students in the group were considered equals, Mary was always the hottest Kunt, the best lay.
Her body turned on all the men more than the bodies of any of the other Kunts. Her twat had been the tightest, the most muscular. She could make it milk a cock the way no other Kunt in the club could, and obviously the way no other cunt in the whole of Lincoln High could.
Now, her position was being challenged. Mary didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. Soon, she felt a fury like she never felt before. She determined to destroy Sally, fuck her over somehow, and just out fuck her, if necessary. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but she knew she would have to, or else accept a second place. And once you accepted a second place, Mary knew, it was very easy to go to third and fourth and so on down the line. It was almost like a natural force of gravity. Once you started going down, you just kept going, of your own inertia, almost.
She swore that wouldn't happen to her. She was on top until this cunt Sally showed up, and she was going to stay on top. Mary was determined of that.
Suddenly, without warning, the door of Tom's apartment swung open. Larry, another Kock, walked in. With him was a new man, a tall, slender man who looked like a panther.
His black hair and black eyes glittered. His body, at least six feet in height, was perfectly formed. Although it was obviously incredibly strong and powerful, its strength was of a special sort.
He didn't have the kind of bulging muscles of the boys on magazine covers, or the vulgar, over-developed shoulders of professional gigolos. In fact, his muscles were so smooth, they didn't show at all. The whole length of his body was smooth, but it was the sort of smoothness that showed an incredible amount of the hardness and strength of long, rippling muscles underneath it.
He moved with great grace, like a dangerous, but serene jungle cat. His face too, was like a placid mask of a cat. He didn't seem to look around. His eyes didn't dart from place to place, yet, obviously, he had taken in the whole scene and was still taking it in.
All eyes turned to him. Even though Sally and Tom were still fucking away furiously on the floor, the presence of this incredibly beautiful, powerful stranger drew all the Kocks' and Kunts' attention away from the furious fucksters, and to him.
Larry, the Kock who brought him in, said to the crowd, "This is Stan. He's a new member."
"Terrific," purred Penny, a cute little brunette Kunt.
"Hi," Stan said simply, and smiled a little smile. His eyes moved slowly across the room.
"It's just a little party we're having," Penny said. "Come in and join the fun."
Larry and Stan walked into the room.
Harry, the teacher who was not fucking Sally, immediately perked up. He felt an automatic flash of hostility towards this new student. There was something about the arrogance with which he moved, and the obvious strength in his body that was like a living active challenge.
Harry didn't want to be displaced by anyone, just like Mary didn't want to be displaced by Sally, so he became extremely nervous at the sight of this competition.
"Who the fuck brought this prick here?" he said to Mary.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen him," she replied.
"I'll bet Tom doesn't know about him either," Harry snarled.
"So, why are you so pissed off?" Mary demanded.
"Because this is getting out of hand," Harry snapped.
"What do you mean?" Mary demanded.
"I mean you can't just bring in new students, just like that, without asking me first."
"What do you mean, asking you first?" Mary sneered.
"I mean asking me and Tom first."
"Why the fuck should any of us students ask you two, just because you're teachers?" Mary said.
"Because, well, because...." Harry stuttered. He had been discovered in his power play. And he knew what a big mouth Mary was. The minute the evening came to a close, she would rush home, and call up all the other Kocks and Kunts, and tell them what he had said.
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression, Mary," Harry said hastily.
"I already got it baby," Mary retorted.
"What are you talking about?"
"You think you're hot shit in this group, you and Tom, just because you're teachers, that's what," Mary said.
"That's not true. We are all equal here, we all fuck and suck together."
"Damn right," Mary replied. "Without the students, without us, there would be no Kocks and Kunts. What do you think, you can start a terrific group like this with all those stupid, ugly female teachers in the high school?"
"Of course I don't think that," Harry protested. "We need you chicks, and we need your cunts as much as you need us. Besides, half of the female teachers are crazy uptight old maids."
"And virgins, too," Mary said scornfully. "It would probably take two years of hard work to teach them how to be just passable fuckers."
"I know all that, Mary," Harry snapped impatiently. "You're not telling me anything new."
"I am telling you something new," she retorted. "It shouldn't be new to you, but it looks like it is."
"Okay," Harry snarled, "so spit it out."
"Like this, ass-hole," Mary said. "You're not running this show, and don't you forget that. You're outnumbered by the students, really outnumbered."
"Yes," Harry said, "but Tom and I have the power to really fuck you up because we are teachers. We could manage to have you suspended, or fail you, something like that. We have power to do things to you that would stay on your records forever."
"Hot shit," Mary sneered. "That's all an illusion of yours!"
"Illusion my ass," yelled Harry. He was really getting pissed off. Not only was he getting competition from Tom, that idiotic prick, but now, the whole set-up of the Kocks and Kunts was being threatened by the students, and he was having to take all the lip from Mary, while Tom was busy fucking Sally, t wasn't fair! Harry fell into a fury of rage.
He leapt up off the floor and walked over to Sally and Tom, who were in the last gasping furious moments preceding orgasm.
"Hey you," Harry yelled to Tom. But Tom, of course, was oblivious to him. His ass moved frantically as he pumped faster and faster into Sally's hot wet cunt.
Suddenly, Sally let a low sexual moan rip out of her throat, and she shouted, "I'm coming, oh I can't stand it."
"Hold tight," Tom gasped as his hands slipped under her buttocks. With a powerful draw of his arms, he brought her body even closer to his, so that her hips and crotch were glued to his groin.
"Fuck me faster, harder," Sally moaned.
"I am," Tom gasped.
"I want somebody to fuck me in the ass," Sally wailed. "Right now."
In an instant, Harry was lying on the floor, naked, and shoving against Sally's body.
"Hey, this is going to be great," Laura said. She let go of Sally's wrists, while Suzy let go of the writhing girl's ankles. Now, Harry and Tom repositioned Sally's body so that she was lying on her side instead of on her back.
They did it quickly and efficiently, so that Tom's cock never left her cunt, even for an instant. Obviously, they had a lot of experience manipulating bodies engaged in sex.
Now, Sally was lying on her right side, and
Tom was lying also sideways, pressing against her body, his cock still pumping into her cunt.
Harry was kneeling at Sally's ass-hole, watching it as it pumped frantically, thrusting to suck in Tom's cock, and retreating to withdraw itself from the hard, punching brutality of his thrusts.
"Somebody get me the jar of vaseline," Harry said.
"Get it yourself," he heard Mary sneer.
Harry looked up and gave her a cold stare.
"What the fuck are you trying to do, sister, break up the Kocks and Kunts?"
"You know who's trying to break it up," Mary retorted nastily. "And you know it's not me.
"What the fuck is going on?" Laura asked. "Have we missed something?" Suzy asked curiously.
"Nothing much," Mary said. "This stupid prick of a teacher is starting to give us orders. He's pissed off because of Stan, the new student Larry just brought in. He says there can't be any new members unless they are interviewed by the teachers first."
"What?" Laura shrieked. "Did all you Kocks and Kunts hear that?"
"They're trying to take over," Suzy, her friend, yelled. "The motherfuckers."
Suddenly, a full-fledged rebellion was brewing in the room. All the Kocks and Kunts began whispering angrily among themselves. They always knew that this day would come, when the two teachers, Tom and Harry, tried to turn into dictators. But, they had hoped against hope, that it wouldn't happen. They had wanted all of them to enjoy total equality as individuals and as sexual beings.
After all, Tom and Harry were, in the sexual sense, no different from any of the other male students. Just because they were teachers was no reason for them to rule or dominate.
Suddenly a low, calm male voice spoke out.
"I know I'm a new member," said Stan, "and maybe I shouldn't interfere."
"Go ahead," Mary said. "Tell us what you have to say."
"Yeah, right on," Suzy said.
Her butch friend Laura raised her fist in the sign of some type of group defiance. All the other Kocks and Kunts murmured agreement.
"Tell us what you think," said Penny, sliding up to the tall, graceful form of Stan.
"Right, we want to hear about this shit," said a few other student voices.
"Well," said Stan, "I think you should let them finish fucking. I mean the two teachers and that chick."
"You mean Sally," Laura said.
"Yes, Sally," Stan replied. "After all, they are right in the middle of fucking, and that is a sacred act. It shouldn't be interfered with."
"He's right," Mary said, sidling up to him too. She and Penny exchanged poisonous glances.
"Then," Stan continued, "after they have finished fucking, you can call a special meeting, tonight or some other night, and talk over the arrangements of the Kocks and Kunts."
"Right on," Laura bellowed.
"I agree," said Suzy.
"Look at them," Penny added, "Tom and Sally are still hot as bombs, and neither one of them has come yet."
"It's a shame," one of the Kocks said. "No matter what they're trying to do to us, we should still let them finish fucking."
"Why doesn't somebody go get the vaseline, so that Harry can butt-fuck her too?" laughed.
Mary ran over to the bathroom. In an instant, she was back with a jar of vaseline.
Harry grabbed it anxiously. He had hardly heard the murmurs of mutiny that had been going up around him. While the students were listening to Stan, and muttering among themselves, Harry was engrossed in a study of Sally's ass-hole.
He put his hands on both of the delicious, rounded buttocks. His hands pressed hard into them, and his fingers curled into the soft, pliable flesh so that the fingernails dug into the skin, leaving little half-moon bruises in it.
He stretched apart her ass cheeks, even while she was pumping furiously to receive the thrusts of Tom's magnificent cock.
"I'm going to fuck your ass-hole," he said to Sally, whispering in her ear.
Even though she was half-unconscious from the force of her lust, Sally picked up on his words.
"Go on, go on," she urged. "Fuck me in the ass.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"Good," Sally gasped. "I love to be butt-fucked. I love to have my ass-hole stretched."
"I promise you, I'm going to stretch your ass-hole like nobody ever stretched it before."
"I hope so," Sally gasped. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
"They're bringing me the vaseline," Harry said.
"Well then," Sally whispered, her body still moving with the rhythmic fuck thrusts of Tom's cock, "put your mouth on it."
"Want me to eat out your ass-hole?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe his luck. If there was one thing he liked to do almost as much as he liked sucking and eating and chewing cunts, it was rimming ass-holes, especially fresh young ass-holes like Sally's.
Quickly, he brought his mouth down to her ass-hole. His tongue flicked out for an instant, covering the pulsing pink young ass-hole in one long wet lick.
"Oh," Sally moaned. "That felt delicious. Do it again."
"I can stick my tongue into it if you want."
"Yes," said Sally. "I want you to stick your tongue as deep into my ass-hole as you can, then move it around in there a lot, a whole lot."
"I will," Harry promised. "I'll make you come from rimming your ass-hole before Tom, that dumb prick, can make you come by fucking you in the cunt."
"Go ahead," Sally laughed. "Try and see. It should be fun."
"Wait until I get that vaseline."
"I can't," Sally whined, "that's the whole point. I want you to rim me right away."
"Okay," Harry said. "I'm going to work up a big wad of spit in my mouth for now."
"Hurry, hurry," Sally gasped.
"Yeah," Tom mumbled. Even though he had been pumping into Sally's cunt for at least five minutes now, maybe even ten, and had been on the very brink of orgasm many times, he still had not come. His self-control was remarkable.
"Okay, here goes," said Harry.
"Go on," Tom urged. "It would be great if all three came together."
"Oh yeaah," Sally moaned. "I want to have a screaming, creaming orgasm, with both of you pumping your gism into me."
"Oh wow," Harry moaned, aroused at the very thought. He felt his prick lengthening and thickening even more at the prospect.
"Don't worry, baby," Tom mumbled. "I'll shoot you so full, it'll be pouring out of you for hours."
"All show and no dough," Sally complained. "Give them a chance to bring me the vaseline," Harry said.
"He's right," said Tom, "don't be so greedy."
At last, Mary returned with the jar of vaseline.
"Where the fuck have you been, you stupid cunt?" Harry snarled.
"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, teach," Mary yelled.
As Harry reached up to take the vaseline from her hand, she pulled it back, tantalizing him.
"Yeah," Laura bellowed, "you ugly prick. Don't talk to a sister like that."
"We won't be pushed around by no teachers," Suzy shouted.
"Right on," Penny said.
There was an instant tension in the air. The sudden hostility that sprang up between Tom, Harry, and the students, made the air electric with violence, or the threat of it.
Suddenly, Stan spoke up. "Let's let them all finish what they're doing, okay, then, like I suggested, all the Kocks and Kunts can get together, and have a special meeting to discuss this."
"He's right," Laura said.
"Yeah," Suzy added, "we can take a vote and kick Tom and Harry out of the club."
"Right on," Mary said. "Who the fuck needs them anyway?"
"The lousy pricks," Suzy said. "They're not even that good anyway."
"Yeah," Penny added. "I'll bet our new member, Stan, can out fuck and outsuck them both."
"Let's have a contest!" Mary screamed. "I'll be the object. Whoever can out fuck each other, I mean whoever can fuck me the longest, and satisfy me the most, wins."
"Oh no you don't," said Laura, "now you're trying to take over."
"Forget it, Mary," Suzy snapped. "It's got to be done democratically or not at all."
"Why not let them finish?" Stan suggested quietly.
Everybody suddenly realized that they had been bickering senselessly and without results for the past half hour. If they kept it up for another few minutes, Tom and Harry and Sally would all get cold, and lose interest in fucking. That way, everybody would lose out, because the little bit of the voyeur in all of them would have to remain unsatisfied.
Mary handed Harry the jar of vaseline. Instantly, he opened it, and began to smear the gooey stuff all over his immense, rampant prick. After the prick was gooey and slimy with vaseline, and glittering in the light, he turned his attention to Sally's tight, pinkish young ass-hole.
"Wow," he raved, "that ass-hole looks so tight, it could be virginal. Is it?" he asked Sally.
"What do you think?" she laughed. "How should I know?" Harry asked.
"Look," Tom bellowed. "You two better stop fucking around. I'm about ready to come, and if you two don't start cooperating, I'm going to come without you!"
"Get serious, Harry," Sally said.
Quickly, Harry began to smear the gooey vaseline all around the puckered brown halo surrounding Sally's ass-hole. As his fingers spread the vaseline, she quivered with lust. The anal stimulation obviously appealed to her. It added a bit of spice to the activities.
Tom had been pumping his cock in and out of her for the past half hour, and she was already used to the sensation.
Even though he did have a gigantic prick, and even though her cunt hole was incredibly tight, Sally had by now gotten used to it. After all, the female cunt was big enough to accommodate the passage of a baby. Once it was stretched, the pain was only initial, but after a while the expanded cunt got used to its state of expansion, and the pain stopped entirely.
In the case of a sexual situation, the eroticism also stopped entirely because there was no feeling there, no pressure, and no sense of being filled. That was why the male, having once penetrated the female vagina, had to use the utmost sensitivity to figure out just exactly how long he should keep pumping, and how long he should let his blood-engorged prick stay inside the cunt without pumping his way to orgasm.
By now, Tom's prick had, so to speak, overstayed its welcome in Sally's cunt. She couldn't even feel him there any more. All she could feel was the sticky, unpleasant wetness of her come that had oozed out in the initial stages of their fucking, and his pre-come lubricant, now all dry and stiff, and matting her pubic hairs.
She thrilled with a savage passion when she felt her other erotic zone, her ass-hole, being caressed, handled and fingered by Harry's soft, smooth vaseline-coated finger. It felt delicious, and it felt too good to be true.
Sally felt her insides begin to churn with lust again. She wanted it, and she wanted it badly.
"Come on," she moaned. "For goodness sake, Harry, ram it in, will you?"
"Listen, when I do things, I like to do things right," he said.
"Right, wrong, I don't give a shit any more," Sally whined. "I'm sick of this."
"What are you sick of?" Tom demanded. Somehow, he had taken her remark as a personal slight.
"I'm sick of being fucked to death on this hard cold floor for the past hour, and not having one single fucking orgasm, that's what I'm sick of," Sally whined.
"Don't blame me," Tom snarled, his withering prick still hot inside her cunt. "If it weren't for these ass-hole students, we could have had five orgasms already. They've been running around and screaming this whole time. What normal man could get sexually aroused enough to have an orgasm if he is surrounded by two dozen screaming, hostile teenagers?"
"Don't you worry, honey," said Harry. "Uncle Harry will help you get your rocks off with one good, stiff solid butt-fucking. You'll see.
"I'm waiting," Sally said sarcastically. Suddenly, a gasp of arousal ripped from her lips.
Harry's stiff hard finger, coated as it was with vaseline, had just ripped into her ass-hole.
Sally's ass-hole, like her cunt, was unusually tight. And the pressure of that finger, ramming into her like that, was enough to set off a flurry of sexual arousal inside her body. It felt better and bigger than Tom's cock, because it was new, it was a new sensation.
"Oh, do that some more," Sally begged.
"Sure honey," Harry said in an oily voice. "Harry isn't just your biology teacher you know, he's your friend too. Don't you forget it."
"Shut up and make me feel good," Sally snapped. "Finger-fuck my ass-hole first, then stick your dong into it."
"I will, I will," said Harry. "Don't you worry. I'll make you come before that limp prick Tom does."
"Now that you mention it, Tom's dick is getting a little limp," Sally said sarcastically.
"If you two would shut up, and start fucking, this problem wouldn't even exist," Tom snarled.
Suddenly, Harry withdrew his finger from Sally's ass-hole. He felt the ass-hole was pulsating, expanding and contracting with the familiar pre-orgasmic rhythms of lust. He felt that it was ready to be pierced and penetrated boldly, brutally, so that it would leave an impression on her forever.
And that's what he wanted to do, leave a strong sexual impression on Sally, so she would never want to fuck anybody else. He wanted to eliminate Tom from the competition, and he wanted to put a stop to all the stupid shit about student power and student leadership in the Kocks and Kunts Club.
He knew that Sally was fast on her way to becoming the hot Kunt in the club, and if he could become her favorite fucking and sucking partner, he was sure to keep some degree of power in the group. Power, that's what he wanted.
like all other high school teachers, Harry was frustrated financially, and as a result, he was frustrated sexually. He didn't have the kind of money that drew women to him, that was for sure. The Kocks and Kunts were his only form of sex life for the past year. He had gotten used to it, and he wasn't about to give it up. He meant to stay in the Kocks and Kunts at any expense, even if he had to cut Tom's throat to do it.
Any normal man would feel the same way, Harry reasoned. Who in his right mind would give up two dozen hot throbbing fresh young cunts without a fight?
So, as he positioned his massive rammer at the tight tiny mouth of Sally's ass-hole, he promised to give it all he had, which was plenty, even compared with Tom, and his gigantic prick.
Tom might have been hung like a dragon, but Harry was thicker, and, he thought, a whole lot smarter.
"Come on, fuck me," Sally begged. Her voice betrayed real irritation.
"Baby, you're a lucky girl," Harry bellowed, "because here I come!"
"It's about time," Sally whined. "I have to pee and I have to shit, and I'm hungry, and I'm getting bored. If this is the best the Kocks and Kunts can do, maybe I should go elsewhere."
"Aw sweetheart," Harry said in an oily voice, "don't talk to your good old biology teacher that way. I'll do my best, and I promise it will be good."
"Give the Kocks and Kunts another chance, Sally," Laura said.
"Right," Stan said calmly. "After all, you've only fucked the teachers, right? You haven't tried any of the students.
"True," said Sally, "maybe that was my mistake, that's why I've been lying here spread-eagled like a fool for the past hour, and neither one of these dumb pricks has been able to make me come yet."
"Try a student next time," Larry suggested.
"Yes," said Stan, "try me."
"What," Harry bellowed, "now wait a minute."
"I challenge you to a fucking and sucking contest," Stan said calmly.
"Who me?" Harry demanded.
"Yes, you, and the other teacher, Tom."
"Well, I'll be. Go ahead," Harry yelled angrily. "And I challenge you right back, you limp young inexperienced prick."
"Good enough," Stan smiled. "Now you go ahead with your efforts to satisfy Sally, both of you, and then when you're done, I'll be her partner. That is," he added, "if nobody minds."
Nobody minded. It was a deal. The excitement was at a fever pitch. An out-and-out fucking and sucking contest between one student and two teachers. The outcome of the contest was crucial. The little power struggle going on between the Kocks and the Kunts and the teachers hinged upon Stan's stamina, and his prick power!
CHAPTER SIX
As Tom renewed his fast and furious pumping into Sally's cunt, Stan watched quietly, but a sarcastic look came over his face.
Harry, now that his prick was well greased with vaseline and he had shoved lots of the sticky stuff into Sally's ass-hole, was ready to penetrate the young girl's ass-hole with his massive rammer.
She was still lying on her side, and Tom, lying in front of her body was pressed tightly against her. His dong began to ram into her with renewed gusto.
Harry, pressing the whole length of his body against Sally's back, also was busy. He was positioning his prick at the mouth of her tight, but well-greased ass-hole.
"Okay, baby," he bragged. "Get ready for the best butt-fuck you ever had, or ever will have."
"I've been getting ready for the past half hour," Sally said sarcastically.
The gathered and eagerly watching Kocks and Kunts broke out into laughter.
Harry blushed a furious lobster red. "All right you stupid students," he sneered, "we'll see who gets the last laugh."
"We'll see a whole lot of things before this week is out," Mary said threateningly.
"Yeah, for one thing," Suzy said, "we'll see who gets to stay in the Kocks and Kunts."
Harry chose to ignore that last threatening remark and instead, concentrated on the task ahead. It should have been something he enjoyed, but instead, it had all the ugly anxiety-producing qualities of a contest. Harry felt nervous, and there was no two ways about it.
His prick was huge and hard, that was certain, but the catcalls from the students and the obvious hostility they manifested showed him that one really bad hurting or insulting crack from them might make him lose his sexual confidence. His prick might wither, right before everybody's eyes. And after all of his bragging, that would put him in a pretty poor light.
He gritted his teeth and concentrated on the task ahead of him, holding his huge stiff prick firmly in his hands.
He positioned it at the mouth of Sally's ass-hole.
"Here goes," he said confidently. "Here goes what?" Mary jeered. "Here goes nothing," said Sally. "I can't feel a thing."
"That's because I haven't even stuck it in yet!" Harry bellowed, enraged.
"Oh," Sally jibed. "I wasn't sure. What with its size and all, I thought maybe it just wasn't big enough to be feelable."
"Fuck you," Harry snarled.
"I wish you would," Sally retorted smartly.
Suddenly, her face twisted into a grimace of agony.
At last, Harry had succeeded in positioning her ass-hole so that its throbbing puckered surface was directly at the tip of his wet and vaselined glans.
He had held onto her ass cheeks firmly, so that she couldn't slip away from him by moving forward. But that wasn't necessary, because Tom's fast and furious fucking action had thrown her directly into him, that is, it pushed her body into Harry's.
He didn't have to struggle very hard to keep her ass-hole in a position where it was easily accessible to his penetration, because Tom's pumping action was pushing her right towards him.
Suddenly, without warning, Sally let out a shriek of pain.
"How does that feel?" Harry asked. "Good?"
"Oh yes," Sally moaned. "I've waited so long for this."
Slowly but surely, Harry plunged his rammer deeper and deeper into her ass-hole, feeling her resistance to his hard forceful fucking, and at the same time, feeling her acquiescence to it.
The muscles of her anal canal began to pump, expanding and contracting in a manner similar to the action of cunt muscles.
"Oh good, baby," Harry groaned. "Keep doing that."
"Doing what?" Sally muttered. "I don't even know what I'm doing."
"Good, that means it comes naturally. Just keep it up then," Harry said. His cock sank deeper and deeper into her anal canal. As he felt the delightful pressure of it squeezing and massaging his cock in its entire length, he felt the hot, bubbling come squirming in his balls, churning furiously, needing to be shot free.
He writhed with lust, grabbing her shoulders with both of his hands, trying to pull her body even closer to him, so that his cock could penetrate her ass-hole even deeper.
He felt Tom's hot sweaty hands brushing against his. Tom too, was trying to pull Sally closer to him, so that his entry into her cunt would be deeper and more satisfying.
Suddenly, Harry realized what would happen, what must happen. As his own cock reached to the very depths of her ass-hole, and as Tom's cock rammed into the very base of her cunt canal, the glands of their two cocks would almost meet, and would slam and ram against each other, with only a thin membrane separating them from actually meeting! That membrane would be the flap of flesh that separated her cunt canal from her ass-hole canal.
Harry was intrigued by that idea, very intrigued. He would, in some strange way, be fucking his fellow teacher, Tom, through the medium of Sally, the student's body.
His whimsical thought was instantly erased from his mind as he felt Sally's ass canal tighten around his cock. The pressure brought an electrifying surge of lust rushing through his body. He quivered wildly, barely controlling himself from shooting his load into her shit hole, right then and there.
He knew the students, all the Kocks and Kunts, were eagerly watching, and waiting to see the outcome of the super fuck fest between himself and Tom. He felt like the warm-up group at a vaudeville show. But, the force of his sexual arousal was great enough to make him forget the mental hassles the students were putting him through, and worse yet, the challenge that Stan represented.
The milking, expanding and contracting motion of her ass-hole was driving him crazy with lust. He felt not only the lubricating effect of the vaseline, but also, the wetness from his own cock. His throbbing prick head oozed with the wet slimy moisture of pre-come lubricant, thus making his penetration into Sally's ass-hole smoother, slicker, and infinitely more pleasurable.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt Sally's body stiffen. At the same instant, he felt the pounding force of another rammer hitting his from the other side of Sally's ass-hole canal.
What he had thought about was actually happening! He was feeling Tom's cock, or the glans of Tom's cock, slamming deep into Sally's cunt, so deep that the reverberations hit his own penetrating tool, and sent additional shivers of sexual stimulation through it.
Harry knew he couldn't hold out much longer. What with the milking, pulsing pressure of Sally's ass-hole, and now, the strange, sexy feeling of another man's cock actually sending the vibrations of its thrusts into his cock, Harry couldn't be controlled.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
The only response he got from Sally was a long, low, moan, a moan that indicated that her mind was so dazed and lost in lust, that it couldn't articulate any particular feeling. But she was close to orgasm, too, Harry realized.
The quickening spasms of her body indicated that to him, and all too clearly. Still, he wanted to be the one to coordinate this triple fuck, and to coordinate it in such a way that all three of them, Sally, himself and Tom, came together, and attained a screaming, creaming convulsing orgasm at the very same instant.
He applied the power of his concentrated sexuality to achieve this goal.
He wanted it to happen, not so much because it would give him any great sexual satisfaction. As a member of the Kocks and Kunts, he got all the sexual satisfaction he needed and more. He wanted a triple, simultaneous orgasm because he knew there was a power play going on.
He knew that both the students, and Tom, were waiting for him to make an ass of himself. Tom was against him, like a fool, not realizing that they should stick together if they wanted to keep their position, and have as much free, fresh pussy as they wanted.
And the students were now all against him, because they realized that he and Tom, as the teachers of the group, were getting more and more bossy and more and more dominating.
Harry's hands reached around Sally's hips. He clutched over her body, until he felt Tom's buttocks under his fingers. He grasped the buttocks hard and firm towards him.
Now, he was holding all two of them in his grip. Sally was squeezed between them, and Tom was being pressed closer and closer towards her. Harry himself was not moving an inch backwards. So, with the strength of his hands and arms, he kept all three of then-bodies locked together.
Even though they were all three bucking and fucking furiously, they were slowly but surely beginning to match their tempos.
Incredibly, three separate bodies, two male and one female, and three separate sexualities, were beginning to pound together in the identical sexual rhythm.
Harry was lost in the perfection of it, and in the sheer sexuality of it, but he noticed that the Kocks and Kunts gathered around him were duly impressed. Now, if only they could all three achieve orgasm together, it would be a success, a sexual triumph and a political triumph.
It would establish him and Tom as the leaders of the Kocks and Kunts, which, Harry figured, was their rightful place anyway, since they were the teachers, and the most influential individuals in the group. It would also serve to put Tom in his place, because Tom would know, even though he probably wouldn't admit it, that Harry had saved the day for them, and had quelled the student mutiny that was beginning to brew in the high school sex clique.
Nothing could go wrong! Sally was screaming and moaning. Soon, the savage sexual sounds erupting from her throat became high, shrill, and rhythmical, in perfect timing with Tom's cock thrusts into her wet, oozing cunt, and in perfect time with his cock thrusts into her ass-hole.
They began bucking together, faster and faster on the way to climax.
Suddenly, without warning, Tom's body stiffened. Harry could feel it, even through the intervening medium of Sally's body. Tom moaned loudly. His stiffening turned into a convulsive spasm.
Oh no, thought Harry, the idiot is going to climax before me and before Sally. He's going to ruin the whole thing.
No sooner had that thought raced through his mind than Tom let out a loud, orgasmic groan.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
"No, don't," Harry yelled. "Keep cool Tom, wait for us or you'll fuck up the whole thing."
His only response was another groan from Tom.
"I can't stand it any more," Tom moaned. "My balls are bursting."
"You shithead," Harry groaned.
"Oh no, oh no," Tom repeated, his voice garbled and rasping from the force of the orgasmic power that was shaking him.
Predictably, his stiffened body began to quiver and spasm. After three powerful spasms, his massive cock exploded. A hot rush of long-restrained sperm rushed down the length of his stalk, and boiled over into Sally's cunt like a hot flow of lava.
Of course, Sally wasn't ready for him right then. She had been turned on and turned off so many times during the course of the evening, that her body and her sexuality would have to be very carefully handled if she was going to respond, and respond with an orgasm.
Tom fucked the whole thing up, because, at the point when he came, and climaxed, Sally needed several more minutes of warming up.
As his hips slammed into her, suddenly stiffening and spasming like that, Sally's body stopping moving altogether, and she lay limp, completely limp, her body compressed between the bodies of the two teachers.
She stopped moving completely, and her own sexual rhythm, which might have led to a climax, was broken. She lay there, totally indifferent, and her whole body expressed that indifference.
Naturally, Harry, who had been pounding his prick into her, felt every little twitch of sexuality in her body, or every little sign of lack of sexuality. When he felt her body go limp, and her ass-hole stop the erotic, arousing milking motions, the impetus of his own thrusts, which would have led him to a climax, stopped.
His rhythm was completely thrown off by her lack of rhythm.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck," he screamed in rage. He felt his dick going limp. He wasn't even going to climax now, and he could feel it.
"I'll say," Sally muttered sarcastically. "You guys are all show and no go." She felt Harry's prick going limp inside her ass-hole, while Tom's exploded into her cunt with a hot, searing load of come. But she wasn't in tune with Tom's orgasm, and now, Harry's dick was shriveling up inside her.
"Fuck," Harry repeated angrily.
"You just say that," Sally said. "Don't say it unless you mean it."
"Yeah," Mary railed, "don't say it unless you can do it."
"Get away from me, both of you, ass-holes," Sally said angrily, her body beginning to twitch and struggle. She writhed angrily, trying to extricate herself from the tight but unsatisfying embrace of her two teachers.
Tom, still in the throes of his orgasm, clung tightly to her body. As she struggled to free herself, he clutched the long hair streaming over her shoulders, and forced her body to stay glued to his.
"Fucking dirty pool!" Mary screamed.
"Right," said Suzy. "If you can't fuck the chick right, and satisfy her, then let her go."
Harry knew they were right. He himself let his now totally limp dick slip out of Sally's ass-hole. He lost this round, and he knew it. He just hoped he would have another go, another round. He rolled away from her angrily.
"Come on, you ass-hole," he said angrily to Tom, who was still shoving his now totally spent dick into Sally's cunt. "Don't you know when the party is over?"
But the lust-crazed teacher clung to the young student's voluptuous body, his groins glued to her crotch, and his hips still beating a feeble staccato of lust into her.
"This is ridiculous," said Mary.
"Fucking right," Laura snapped. "Watch the old ass-hole make a fool of himself."
"Yeah, these teachers are all alike, no matter how young they are," Penny said.
Harry listened, his heart sinking. With each minute more that Tom foolishly insisted on fucking Sally, their position with the Kocks and Kunts was getting worse. He and Tom, once the unspoken, but undisputed leaders of the group, were not only turning into a laughing stock but they were being openly mocked. There was even a hideous possibility that the kids might gang up on them, and throw them out of the Kocks and Kunts altogether. Then what would he do for pussy, go out and date the ugly old-maid schoolteachers from Lincoln High? He certainly couldn't afford to take out any imagine-assed chicks, who expected a fifty-dollar evening in exchange for a fuck.
Suddenly, he saw two black boots standing on the floor next to Tom's still-twitching body. By now, Sally had given up struggling against Tom's powerful grip, and lay limp, turning herself into a rag doll.
"Okay," he heard a low, masculine voice say, "now leave this chick alone."
Startled, Harry looked up. Towering over him was the tall, graceful figure of Stan, the newcomer, the one the students had let into the Kocks and Kunts without consulting either him or Tom.
Oh no, Harry thought to himself. Tom, fool that he is, is perfectly capable of getting into a fist fight with this Stan prick, who looked like a mean mother-fucker if he ever saw one.
Harry had horrifying visions of the melee, and him and Tom coming into work the next day with black eyes. Old Dimwiddy, the principal, would certainly get on their backs for that. Dimwiddy had been out to get them since they started working as biology teachers at Lincoln High. Harry wasn't quite sure why Dimwiddy hated them. Probably, he figured, it was because they were about the only teachers in the school who were under thirty, so Dimwiddy must have figured they were natural enemies, being closer to the average age of the students than to the average age of the teachers.
"Come on Tom," he said wearily. "Get your cock out of that girl, come on."
Tom's only response was a hostile moan. His hips were, incredibly enough, still pounding into Sally's come-stained cunt, even though by now, his prick had completely slipped out of her pussy.
"All right," Stan repeated, "I'm giving you till the count of ten to get off of the chick."
"Now wait just a minute," Tom slurred. He was totally exhausted from his sexual efforts, so exhausted that his speech was slow and drawling, as if he were drunk.
"Come on, Tom," Harry said, "get the fuck up will you? It's over, can't you tell?"
"You shut up, Harry," Tom screamed at him. "Nobody tells me when I'm through fucking a chick. Nobody."
"Except maybe me," Stan said coolly.
Tom seemed to notice the tall dark student for the first time. He turned to him, and squinted up at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded belligerently.
"I'm Stan."
"Well go. fuck yourself," Tom bellowed.
Harry's stomach did a few flips. He felt an attack of acid indigestion coming on. If Tom started a fight, and made a fool of himself, he would be making a fool of both of them, and that is something Harry didn't need. He had already resigned himself to the possibility of being ingloriously kicked out of the Kocks and Kunts, by the students, no less, but, at least he wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity in his retreat. And Tom was going to fuck that up too.
Suddenly, Harry saw the only possible way out, to save his own skin, and maybe, to save the supply of fresh cunt still available.
Quickly, he leapt up off the floor. He stood facing Stan. Both of them were now towering over the prostrate bodies of Sally and Tom. The circle of the two dozen or so Kocks and Kunts around them tightened. A dead silence fell over the room, as all the kids watched anxiously.
They wanted a fight, simply because high school students always want a fight, but they also didn't want a fight, because they knew it might spoil the good thing they had going. The tension in the air was electrifying.
"I'll help you," Harry said to Stan.
"Help me what?" Stan asked coolly.
"Help you get Tom off the floor and onto the couch. He's obviously had a lot "to drink and doesn't know what's happening."
"No," Stan replied coldly. "I don't think he's had too much to drink. In fact, I don't think he's had anything to drink at all. I just think he's an ass-hole."
A roar of appreciative laughter met Stan's remark. The gathered Kocks and Kunts were enjoying every minute of this spectacle.
"Now wait a minute," Harry began, his teacher's instincts coming to the fore. He just couldn't stand the idea of a student calling a teacher an ass-hole out loud, even if he himself happened to agree with that opinion.
"Know something else?" Stan asked.
Before he realized the trap he was getting himself into, Harry innocently asked, "What?"
"I think you're an ass-hole too," Stan said.
Again, the gathered Kocks and Kunts roared with laughter.
Harry realized there was nothing he could do to save the situation for either himself or for Tom. Using the last ounce of self-control he could muster, he turned on his heel and walked away.
"Okay," Stan said, "maybe one of you guys can help me get this ass-hole off of this chick, and out the door."
Instantly, a dozen guys volunteered. Tom found himself literally being picked up by the wrists and ankles, and set out on the large double bed in the bedroom. As the students plopped him down on the mattress, he came to his senses, and realized what was happening. He looked about him in an increasing rage. There was Harry, sitting glumly in the armchair, staring at him.
"You just blew the whole thing."
"What whole thing?" Tom demanded in a surly tone.
"The only good thing we had going for us in this whole shitty high school, and in this whole shitty job, the Kocks and Kunts."
"You're full of shit," Tom said.
"Boy, do I ever wish I was full of shit," Harry said. "It could have been a lifelong freebee, Kunt City for us, but you had to go and blow it. You ass-hole."
Suddenly, Tom leapt up off the bed and threw a hard punch at Harry. Harry fell off the chair, a loud moan of pain ripping out of his throat. He suddenly knew that his worst suspicions were going to come true: They would both walk into school tomorrow with black eyes. But that realization didn't stop his burst of temper. It couldn't. Nothing could.
Clambering to his feet, Harry threw himself on top of Tom and began slamming the shit out of him, punching him in the face and stomach.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. A dozen eager curious faces peered inside. It was all the Kocks and Kunts, watching the final humiliation of their high school teachers.
"I can't believe this," Mary said.
"Stan was right. They're both a bunch of ass-holes. It took us long enough to realize that," Penny said.
"It took Stan about five minutes to realize it," Mary said admiringly.
Then in that strange way that sometimes happens, a new leader emerged from the group, in a matter of seconds. Stan had suddenly taken over. All the Kocks knew it, and all the Kunts knew it, but paradoxically, none of them were jealous.
"Let's go back to the living room," said Stan, "and have a good time. We can leave these two teachers to themselves."
The ironic emphasis he put on the word "teachers" sealed Tom's and Harry's doom.
"This does it, kids," Mary said. "I say we kick them out."
Everybody turned to Stan, the new leader. He looked around slowly, realizing they were all waiting for him to make a pronouncement one way or another. "We'll wait until tomorrow. Then we can talk about it more reasonably, and take a vote. But now, we should all go back in the living room and get fucked!"
All the Kocks and Kunts laughed appreciatively, and returned to the living room, anxious for the fuck-fest that was sure to follow.
The first thing that met their eyes was Sally's nude inviting body. She had opened her eyes and was stretching out slowly, sensuously. Her every movement seemed to be an unconscious, instinctive invitation to fuck. Her huge melon-like tits rolled rupely over her chest, and the marvelous pink nipples stood up erect.
She twisted her body at the waist so that the fullness, the lushness of her hips was blatantly displayed. She looked like a marvelous jungle cat, ripe and overripe in body and sexuality, lolling about on the grass, waiting to get fucked.
And that's exactly what she felt like too, when she saw Stan re-enter the room, his tall six-foot figure towering over her.
Her eyes roved over his body with the speed of an expert, and an expert basket watcher at that. She picked out all the good points instantly, but that wasn't hard to do, since Stan was so blatantly beautiful, so blatantly sexual, that he practically had "Superstud" written on his forehead.
Sally's eyes ranged over his long, lean legs, taking in the infinite possibilities their graceful length suggested. They would fit well, she thought, very well, between her own full, voluptuous thighs. She saw his shoulders, and caught the subtle hint of strength that lay under their graceful rippling muscles. Her cunt began to quiver with desire. Her eyes riveted greedily on his crotch. When she saw the long, snake-like bulge there, she knew that she had to fuck the guy, right then and there, no matter what happened, even if it was against the rules, or whatever.
That thick, snake-like cock drew her, and drew her so hard, that she rolled over on her stomach to get a better look. The fucking prick is so, so, long, she thought to herself. That's how come it looks like a snake to me. It sort of winds in around from his crotch and twists up around his belly.
She had never in her life seen a hard-on like that, and she had seen some hard-ons! Stan caught her glance.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
Suddenly, Sally felt shy. She blushed prettily, not even realizing the ludicrousness of her situation. Here she was, blushing like a professional teenage virgin when she got caught basket-watching, when only minutes ago, the very same man whose bulging cock she was eyeing so greedily, had seen her go through incredible sexual acrobatics.
Stan had watched while she was being simultaneously cunt and butt-fucked by both Tom and Harry, while she was lolling on the floor lewdly, in full sight of the gathered Kocks and Kunts.
He began to laugh. He thought it was ridiculous, but he also found a certain appeal in it.
"Well," he repeated, "do you like what you see?"
"Yes," Sally whispered.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Mary shrilled. "Shit," she continued, turning to Stan, "you should have seen this cunt in action a few minutes before you walked in the door. This cunt has a dirty mouth on her, you can bet on that, and now, she's putting on a big sweet and shy act."
Obviously, Mary was still competing for position of top Kunt in the Kocks and Kunts. She realized that Stan was the leader now, and she was trying to win his favor by discrediting all the competition, especially Sally.
But it wasn't going to work. When Stan caught a sight of that voluptuous blonde body, writhing as it was under the obscene embraces of Tom and Harry, the teachers, his cock sent him an instant message. And that message was that this little blonde, this Sally, was the cunt for him, and could possibly turn out to be the queen of the Kocks and Kunts, if she played her cards right, and if she had a tight box and a skillful mouth.
Sally saw the desire in his eyes. "Come here," she said boldly, "Let me help you take your clothes off."
It was true, Stan noticed. He was the only person in the room who was not completely naked. Sally quickly stood up and began stripping off every inch of his clothes. As she pulled off his shirt and his pants, her hands lingered over every inch of his skin.
He felt good to her. He felt just right.
When she had taken all his clothes off, she lay back on the floor, and looked up at him. Stan towered over her for a second, then his cock gave a powerful jerk. It was a sign, he knew, and a sign he couldn't deny. He had to take his long, stiff and snake-like rammer and shove it into this girl, and he had to do it right now.
She hadn't even come, he remembered. Now, he would give her the full Stan treatment, right in front of all the other Kocks and Kunts, so that they could see what he could really do.
He lowered his body slowly over Sally's already pulsating flesh.
"How about a little cunt-lapping just for starters?" he asked.
"Oh sure," Sally giggled. "Anything you want."
"No, my dear," Stan replied. "Anything you want."
Sally made a cute little face, as if she were thinking it over.
"Yeah, I could go for a little cunt-lapping," she said.
Instantly, Stan's dark head was between her legs. Slowly, he gripped the soft, incredibly white flesh of her inner thighs with his powerful hands. He clutched it so that his fingers curled in slightly, pressing into the flesh just enough to give that delicious intimation, that ever so slight hint of pain.
Sally responded instantly. Even before his tongue hit her cunt, a loud moan of pleasure ripped out of her mouth. It was more than she could bear. The man had hardly touched her, and already, her cunt was drooling with desire for him, with desire for his piercing, penetrating thrust to the very core of her cunt.
Sally was so hot, and she had gotten so hot so fast, that she only scarcely realized how much, and how hard, she had fallen for Stan. If she suspected, she would have gotten worried, because she was interested in power. She was interested in sex too, naturally, but power was her game. The last thing in the world she wanted to be was a drooling little cunt, one of many, sitting at the feet of the big super cock.
But Stan was too much for her. She knew it the minute her cunt lips felt the touch of his mouth.
Slowly, surely, and with the skill that comes from long experience, Stan sucked in the outer lips of her cunt. When she felt her soft, blonde-haired outer flesh being pulled in between his lips, Sally's body was racked with spasms of lust. She writhed so fast, and so hard, that Stan had to hold down her thighs forcibly in order to get a good lick at her cunt.
When he finally managed to still her, he began to work over her cunt. First, his lips, which had already sucked in one of her outer cunt lips, began to apply a subtle, rhythmic pressure to the burning flap of sex flesh. Then, he increased his pace, until his mouth was squeezing open and shut over her cunt lips quickly, and in the familiar pace of pre-coital lust. Sally lay motionless, her body stiff with passion.
When Stan began to open his lips over her cunt meat, and sink his teeth into it, Sally broke out with a shrill high-pitched scream of lust.
"That hurts," she wailed.
Stan lifted his face up off of her cunt just long enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Ah, no," Sally said anxiously, obviously horrified by the very idea. The audience of Kocks and Kunts laughed uproariously at the contradictions of her passion.
Stan continued to nibble slowly on her cunt lips.
Suddenly, without warning, his mouth darted to a soft spot on her inner thigh. He planted a quick, sharp love bite there. Again, Sally shrieked and moaned with lust. The movement of her hips was so crazy, so possessed with pleasure, that her body was becoming unmanageable again.
Quickly, Stan sank his mouth into her cunt again, this time directly. Now, his entire mouth covered the whole area of her burning, dripping gash. It was easy for his lips to encompass the entire length and width of her cunt because she had the sort of remarkably small slit that usually went along with tight cunts and tiny, tantalizing boxes.
Of course, Stan had spotted that right away, and he knew there was nothing he enjoyed more than a fast and furious fucking into a tight, tiny box with a tightly muscled cunt ring. That hint of resistance served to arouse him beyond words, and the more aroused he got, the greater was the pleasure of his release.
Seeing the tiny blonde slit before him, Stan spared no pains to arouse the girl it belonged to, too. He wanted the explosion of mutual ecstasy that comes with perfectly timed, and perfectly staged orgasms.
He turned his attention on her erect, throbbing clit. Unlike the rest of her cunt, her clit was gigantic, red and erect. It was covered with a thick coat of love slime, so thick that Stan had to attack it with his teeth immediately, because his lips kept slipping and sliding over it, so he couldn't get the kind of grip necessary for a really good job of clit-nibbling.
When his teeth finally clutched Sally's huge, erect clit, he began to nibble on it furiously but gently. In the area of clit-nibbling, Stan knew only too well that gentleness was all, or rather, speed was all. It was important to nibble the clitoris with quick, almost frantic gestures, but to keep the touch, or rather, the pressure of the teeth, very light.
The female clitoris, he knew, was almost as sensitive as the male glans. Too hard a stimulation took away from the pleasure, and actually made pleasure impossible, because the sensation of pain was too great.
His clit-nibbling was driving Sally wild.
"Please stop," she begged.
He lifted his come-smeared lips off her cunt. "Why?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?"
"No," she gasped. "But I'm going to come in two seconds if you keep it up."
"So, what's wrong with that?" he asked, his finger beginning to sneak slowly towards her raging red wet clit.
"Nothing," she replied. "I just want to come with that big fat snake of yours shivering inside me. That's the way I want it to happen."
"It will," Stan said. "I'll make you want to come again and again. Don't worry. You can let yourself go this time, and you won't miss out on anything."
"Are you sure?" Sally gasped, her hips still twitching from the stimulation of his recent clit-nibbling.
"Sure I'm sure," Stan said. "Now lie back and relax and let a man do his job right."
The watching Kocks and Kunts giggled at what he said.
The Kunts appreciated a man who took Kunt-lapping seriously, as they all felt it should be taken. They all exchanged glances expressing their eagerness to get the same sort of treatment from Stan.
But Stan, even though he acted cool and suave, was actually very much taken by Sally, the young, golden-blonde cunt spread out, gaping and exposed at his face. For a moment, a surge of desire overwhelmed him, and he was tempted to simply pull himself on top of her, and press his hard, heavy body into her sensuous softness, and ram his gigantic snake-like rammer into her twat.
But he restrained himself, suppressing the churning passion of his semen in his balls. He wanted to get her hot, so that she was too hot to handle. Then, when she was completely out of control, he wanted to take her, fast and hard, and push her mercilessly over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
He turned his attention back to her slit. Now, instead of nibbling on her clit, as he was doing before, he made his tongue into a long hard projectile. He worked up a wad of saliva in his mouth and coated his tongue with it. Then, he ran his tongue over the entire length of her slit in long, slow, tantalizing pulls. He felt her cunt quiver in response. He tasted the sticky salt fluid of her love juice as it burst out between her cunt lips, and gurgled out over his tongue.
When her body spasmed, he knew she was ready, as ready as she would ever be. In an instant, Stan made up his mind.
With one powerful lunge of his large, graceful body, he drew himself on top of her. He pressed her down hard into the floor, so hard, that Sally squealed with pain. Yet her body began to quiver under him, and rearrange itself so that their limbs and trunks matched perfectly.
They lay together like that, his hard, heavy body on top of hers, for a few moments. Sally felt the weight of his chest pressing down on her huge, melon-like tits, squeezing them hard. She felt the delightful sensation of that pressure as a form of sexual arousal.
Her hard, erect nipples were cruelly bent to the side, and the soft flesh of her titties ached with glorious stimulation. She waited for him to ram his thick, snake-like stalk into her body, but he held back.
"Shove it in me," she begged. She wriggled her hips quickly, trying to encourage his penetration. But still, he held back.
"Take it slow," he mumbled. "That's the best way to do it, slow."
"Oh, but I'm going crazy," she wailed. "You're torturing me."
"It'll all be worth it, when I finally do push my glans past your tight little cunt ring. You'll see.
Sally erupted with a series of low, sexual moans. She tried to squeeze her hand between their bodies, and grab hold of his prick.
"I'll do it myself then," she gasped. "When I want to get fucked, I want to get fucked, and fast."
Try as she might, Sally couldn't do it. Their bodies were glued together with the force of their mutual lust, and his weight was too great for her to be able to penetrate the non-existent crevice between them.
"Ah-ah-ah," Stan said. "Let me handle this."
"You're not handling it," Sally whined. "That's the problem."
"Give me a chance," he muttered, "and stop being a ball-breaking cunt," Stan snarled.
Sally was intimidated by his response. She let her hands fall limp to her sides, but her hips, as though with a will of their own, began to move in the familiar, thrusting beat of sex.
She was hungry for him, hungry as a sex-starved cat in heat. And here he was, holding off, tantalizing her until she could literally hear her pussy yowling with desire.
Suddenly, without warning, Stan's body heaved up. His massive prick rose still more, and in an instant, it was pressing hard against the tangled mat of golden pubic hairs that covered her cunt.
Sally writhed with anticipation. She could feel the rock-hard head of the prick pressing against her delicate pussy lips. The trouble was, that the tangle of hairs, and the tangle of flesh flaps that covered her cunt, were blocking his thrust. His hard prick head continued its relentless, hungry onslaught, and it pressed the flesh of her cunt lips hard against the bones surrounding her cunt.
Sally writhed with pleasure at that hard, and unexpected pleasure. The way he was taking her was delicious. The hint of force, of violence, in his brand of sexuality excited her beyond words.
Quickly, she wriggled her hips, trying to situate them so that her cunt was more precisely angled towards his cock.
Still, his prick couldn't thrust into her. Suddenly Sally raised her legs. She wound her ankles over his back tightly, thus tilting her body, and giving his huge rammer easier access to her cunt opening. That was what she wanted.
It worked. With a sudden thrust of his hips, that held all the power of his body behind it, Stan rammed his whanger between her outer cunt lips. His prick head still couldn't feel the moisture of her pussy.
The throbbing glans hadn't reached the well of sex water that stood dammed up behind her ier cunt lips, waiting to explode.
When finally he pressed harder and penetrated the inner lips, his whole body spasmed with pleasure. Every inch of his glans was drowned, inundated, with the soft, hot wetness of her cunt juices. The glans exploded with the force of his restrained lust.
Now, his way was easy. The walls of her cunt canal were coated with love slime. His monstrous rammer plunged through her swiftly, relentlessly driving ahead until felt the soft, yet insistent resistance of the mouth of her womb.
He had penetrated her as far as he could. Sally's tight, shallow pussy could take in no more of his twelve-inch spear. Now, all the roots of his cock were still exposed, out in the cold, and with a good four inches of length still protruding out from her cunt.
Stan shoved harder and harder, but it was no use. The milking action of her tight, tiny pussy drove him wild. His huge throbbing sex wanted to penetrate her, and penetrate her completely. But it was impossible.
With each new thrust of his powerful rammer, Sally's squeals increased, until they had changed from squeals of pleasure to noises of pain.
Stan realized he would have to be satisfied with what he had. and couldn't try to pierce the girl's tight shallow pussy any farther. If he did, he would hurt her too much, and too badly. If there was anything he couldn't stand, it was the sight of his prick covered with blood.
That had happened to him many times, because it was almost inevitable. Stan had accepted the fact that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could really take in all of his manhood, in either. He knew it the minute he laid eyes on her, but still he wanted her, and he wanted her desperately.
He pumped into her, but more gently this time.
Now that sue felt the pain stopping, and the threat of pain going away, Sally let herself flow with the pulsing, unstoppable rhythm of his sexuality. As she let herself go more and more, her cunt responded in kind.
Automatically, it began to quiver and tremble in the familiar milking motion of coitus. Stan felt his cock being flooded with the hot wet juices of her love. He felt its entire pulsing length, now thickened and blood-engorged, being squeezed and milked delightfully. His whole body responded to that pressure, and he gasped loudly with lust.
"Oh, give it to me," Sally moaned.
"You can't handle any more," Stan muttered, again dreading the idea of really hurting her and making her bleed.
"Give me as much as you can, please," Sally begged. "This is better than anything I ever felt before."
She began to thrash wildly in the throes of lust, as Stan skillfully increased the speed of his pumping action, yet, did it without ramming more of his cock into her than she could safely handle.
"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Just like that, fast, but not too deep."
Stan understood. But he didn't even have to understand mentally any more. Their bodies had met, and coupled. And in that coupling, they had understood each other in the best of all possible languages, cock and cunt language.
He pounded into her, and her hips thrust up to meet his prick. They quivered together, shaking crazily, until suddenly, Sally's cunt tensed. A shiver ran through her body, a shiver so powerful, and so sexual, that it took Stan over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
They stiffened simultaneously, then, suddenly shuddered. Their bodies pounded away to the incredible explosion of mutual climax.
The Kocks and Kunts watched, spellbound. The sheer animal magnetism of Sally's sexuality, and Stan's sexuality thrashing and climaxing together, hypnotized them with the force of its primitive lust. No one of them was even playing with him or herself. Not one of them was conscious of anything but the explosion of pure sex that was happening right before their eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the party was over, and all the students had left, Harry and Tom were left alone. They looked at each other wearily, regretfully.
"Well," Harry said. "That's it. No more free pussy for us."
"You ready to give up, just like that?" Tom demanded angrily.
"Sure I am," Harry said. "I don't like to fight losing battles. I'm not as stupid as you
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tom demanded angrily.
"I'm talking about what you did this evening, when all the Kocks and Kunts were still here."
"What did I do?" Tom asked.
"You insisted on fucking that new Kunt, Sally, even after she didn't want you to any more, and I was against you, and all the Kocks and Kunts were against you."
"Nobody tells me what to do," Tom said, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"That's not the point, ass-hole," Harry snapped angrily. "You've got to be smart, and when you see that you are outnumbered, just retreat gracefully and plan a battle campaign."
"Well, that's what we're doing right now," Tom said.
"My ass," Harry snapped. "We're licking our wounds because there is nothing else we could do. You've already fucked things up. There is no battle to plan."
"Horseshit," Tom yelled. "You're just a quitter."
"Listen, none of this would have been necessary if you knew enough to quit while you were ahead. You know what's going to happen now?"
"What?" Tom demanded.
"We are both going to get kicked out of the Kocks and Kunts, that's what."
"Oh no, we won't," Tom said in a threatening tone. "Nobody's going to kick me out of the Kocks and Kunts. I fucking practically started that group. And I kept them going too."
"Don't forget me," Harry said sarcastically.
"I'm not forgetting you," Tom insisted. "That's the whole point. Without us two, that thing never would have gotten started, and it never would have been able to continue without our protection. Those dumb ass kids needed teachers in their club, tov keep the authorities and the administration off their backs."
"True," Harry said. "If it wasn't for us, Dimwiddy, the principal, would have thrown those kids out school long ago."
"Right!" Tom said. "And that's going to be our weapon."
"What?" Harry demanded.
"Dimwiddy," Tom replied triumphantly. "If we get something on Dimwiddy, we can control the whole school, don't you see?"
"Ah, you're full of shit," Harry said.
"No, listen, if we get Dimwiddy in our power, it's going to be Open City again, and you know what that means."
"Yeah, it means free pussy in the Kocks and Kunts again," Harry said. "But how are we going to get Dimwiddy in our power?"
"Easy," Tom said. "We're going to get that new Kunt, Sally, to seduce him, give him a blow-job, or a rim-job, whatever the old ass-hole prefers."
"Oh no," Harry groaned. "It will never work. We have no power over Sally, we can't get her to do anything for us."
"Oh no?" Tom demanded, a cunning tone coming into his voice.
"Okay, okay," Harry said wearily. He knew better than to contradict Tom when Tom had a plan in his head. Tom would go ahead with it one way or another, so Harry figured he might as well cooperate since there might be something in it for him if it worked out. "Tell me one thing," he said, "just one thing. How are we going to get Sally to seduce Dimwiddy?"
"Easy," Tom said slickly. "We're going to trick her into it." A slow evil grin stretched across his face.
"Yeah, that's easier said than done," Harry replied, still dubious.
"All you have to do is move fast and talk faster," Tom said.
"And that's one thing you can do," Harry admitted. "I'll go along with you, because doing something is better than doing nothing, and as things stand now we are already out of the Kocks and Kunts."
"You're right," Tom agreed. "But, we are going to get little Sally Kunt to do our work for us."
The next morning, before the first class, Tom and Harry cornered Sally in the corridor. "We'd like to talk to you, Sally," Tom said. "About what?" she asked suspiciously. She didn't know what was going on, because last night, right after the orgy, she went straight home alone by taxi. So she hadn't had a chance to talk to Mary, or Stan, or any of the other Kocks and Kunts.
"About our club," Tom said in a friendly voice. "The Kocks and Kunts are in trouble."
"Oh yeah?" Sally said, her interest obvious. For all she knew, Tom and Harry could have had a conference with Stan or Mary or Larry late last night or this morning. If there was something up, they might know it. She was interested, and she wanted to help. She was by no means sure that the other Kocks and Kunts were serious about kicking Tom and Harry out of the club. As far as she knew, they were still in, and if that was the case she wanted to cooperate with them and help out the Kocks and Kunts in any way she could.
"We talked to Mary and Stan early this morning," Tom lied. "Mary knew for certain that the principal, Dimwiddy, has a suspicion that something was going on."
"What?" Sally shrieked in horror. This was too awful to be true, she thought. Just when she got herself accepted into the hottest clique in Lincoln High, and the only sex orgy club at that, it was going to be exposed and broken up. She almost burst into tears with disappointment. "We can't let them do that," she gasped.
"Fucking right," said Harry.
"Yeah," Tom agreed. "We have a plan that could save the club."
"Have you talked to Mary and Stan about it yet?" Sally asked innocently.
"Sure we have," Tom lied again. "In fact, this whole plan was Stan's idea."
"And it's a fucking good plan too," Harry said, with false enthusiasm. He stared deep into Sally's eyes. He could tell from then-expression of interest and anxiety that Sally fell for their story hook, line and sinker. He gave a little conspiratorial wink to Tom, which remained unacknowledged.
"What's the plan?" Sally asked.
"That's what we're about to tell you," Tom said.
"And," Harry added, "we are going to need your help."
"Oh," Sally breathed, "I'll do everything I can. I love being in the Kocks and Kunts, and the last thing I want is to have the club fall apart."
"I knew we could count on your help," Tom said ingratiatingly. "Now, this is the plan."
"Oh, tell me," said Sally eagerly, her eyes widening.
"We have to get something on Dimwiddy, the principal. He's the one who's trying to screw the club."
"Oh yeah?" Sally asked. "How are you going to get something on Dimwiddy?"
"Very simple," Tom said smoothly. "We are going to get him to make an indecent pass at you, and we are going to have a witness to that act."
"I see," Sally said, her face breaking into a smile.
"Sure," Tom said encouragingly. "That way, we'll be able to blackmail him. He won't be able to touch the Kocks and Kunts, no matter how much he wants to, simply because we will have that power over him, the power of knowing he tried to seduce one of the students, and the witness to prove it!"
"Wow," Sally said admiringly. "That sure is a smart plan."
"Yep," Tom agreed. "And it was all Stan's idea."
Sally's eyes lit up at the mention of Stan, and then Tom knew for sure that she was hooked, that she would try her damndest to seduce Dimwiddy.
He and Harry would arrange to have Stan walk into Dimwiddy's office at the exact moment when Dimwiddy had his finger up Sally's cunt. Then, they really would have caught Dimwiddy in an immoral act with a student, and they really would have a witness.
That way, they would make a terrific impression on the Kocks and Kunts and regain their former position of power. Tom would simply say that he was questioned by Dimwiddy about the club, or the existence of a club, and he had to think fast to stop Dimwiddy from blowing their scene. He had to engage Sally's help in order to do this. He had to lie to her, because he had to move fast. There was no time for explanations. Dimwiddy had caught the Kock and Kunt scent, and he was not on the trail.
That way, he and Harry would look like the heroes of the day, the two Kocks who saved the Kocks and Kunts from sure destruction in Dimwiddy's hands.
They could come back in triumph, and really rule the place. Tom's head spun with the delight of his triumph.
"Now," he said to Sally, "all you have to do is go to Dimwiddy's office."
"Right now," she gasped.
"Yes, right now," Tom said firmly. "We have to move fast."
"Okay," Sally said, a sudden dim look of doubt coming over her face. "But shouldn't I ask Stan or Mary or some of the other Kocks and Kunts before I actually go and do it?"
"No!" Tom snapped. "I told you. We already talked to them and we all made this plan together. Now we need you, and we need you fast."
"Okay," said Sally, somewhat reassured. Her instincts told her there was something very fishy going on, but Tom talked so fast and so forcefully that she couldn't even hear herself think, much less organize her thoughts and listen to her instincts.
"Now to Dimwiddy's office, introduce yourself. Tell him you're a new student and you have a personal problem to talk over with him. He'll fall for it right away."
"Yeah," Harry nodded in agreement. "He's a real dirty old lecher, he just doesn't have the balls to act out his sex fantasies."
"Sure," Tom said. "He'd love to get you alone in his office. Just make sure you close the door behind you so that Miss Goodworth, his secretary, can't see or hear a thing."
"The important thing is, make sure you get old Dimwiddy in a compromising position, you know, so that when the witness, Stan, barges in, there will be something for him to see," Harry said.
"I get it," Sally replied, slowly nodding her head.
"Now go on," Tom hissed.
As Sally turned on her heel and wriggled her way down the corridor to the principal's office, Tom and Harry gave each other a wink. It was perfect, simply perfect.
"What did I tell you?" Tom demanded.
"You're a genius, no doubt about it," Harry said. "But still, let's not count our Kunts before they're hatched."
They walked off to the teachers' lounge together, both anticipating the triumph of the next Kock and Kunt meeting. They couldn't wait to get what they thought was their just due, after the humiliating treatment they both got last night.
Meanwhile, Sally had gotten past Dimwiddy's secretary, Miss Goodworth. It was hard, but she managed it.
As she entered Dimwiddy's office, she caught her first glimpse of the balding, potbellied principal. Instantly, she knew he was a natural. A pushover, in fact, she said to herself.
"Hello," she smiled shyly. "I'm Sally Little, a new student here."
Dimwiddy's tiny, beady eyes lit up behind his spectacles. He pushed his chair away from his desk and got up eagerly.
"Why, how do you do?" he said. "Glad to meet you Sally!" He thrust a hot, sweaty hand into hers, and shook it forcefully, but his eyes were not watching hers. They were riveted on the two huge bulging boobs bouncing under Sally's tight pink angora sweater.
Sally could tell that Dimwiddy was undressing her with his eyes. Give the old ass-hole something to see, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath so that her chest heaved. Then, as she released the air from her lungs, she did it in little spurts, so that her boobies quivered as a result.
She saw Dimwiddy's eyes widen with lust. This is going to be almost too easy, Sally thought to herself. He's practically coming already, the old ass-hole. If he sees a strip of my flesh in the raw, he might have a heart attack and die on the spot.
"I-I just came to meet you and introduce myself, if you don't mind," Sally said, smiling shyly. She had forgotten to make up a good story, or an excuse as to why she had come to talk to him. But she turned that disadvantage into an advantage by quickly thinking up a clever line of bullshit. "You know," she said, "I think it's a shame, Mr. Dimwiddy, that there is so little contact between the students and the faculty, and the administration. I had no specific reason for coming here, but I just thought I'd do my part to bring us all closer together, and to have some sort of exchange going, you know what I mean?"
"I certainly do, my dear," Dimwiddy said in an oily voice. "I'm very happy that you thought to come and meet me personally. Most of my students can't be bothered."
Sally detected a note of regret in his voice. Suddenly, she realized he must be in a shitty position, everyone hating him the way they did. She felt a spurt of pity for him. It must be a drag, being the principal and knowing that all the students hate you, and all the teachers hate you too.
Impulsively, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
Of course, Dimwiddy took advantage of the situation and squeezed her hand back. Sally saw her chance and edged closer to him.
Now they were standing dangerously close together, with only a space of four of five inches separating them. Again, Sally pulled her trick of taking in a deep breath and letting it out in spurts, so that her titties quivered. Except, this time the quivering titties were not on the other side of the desk from Dimwiddy.
They were a dizzying four inches away from his finger tips.
Sally saw him break out into a sweat. "Why, Mr. Dimwiddy, are you ill?" she asked sweetly.
"No, no," he said. "It's you I'm worried about, my dear. The peculiar way you are breathing. Perhaps you are coming down with bronchitis and you don't even know it."
"Now that you mention it," Sally said, "I do feel a peculiar pain in my chest."
"Where?" Dimwiddy asked eagerly.
"Right here," Sally replied, her hand covering the tip of her huge tit, the right one.
"My goodness," Dimwiddy said excitedly, his eyes bulging. Now that he had a good excuse to look at her tit, he took advantage of it with a vengeance. His pale eyes gleamed beneath the glass of his thick spectacles.
"It is quite a pain, and I've been neglecting it," Sally confessed.
"You mustn't do that," Dimwiddy said. He pretended great concern. "Chest, or rather breast pains in females can be symptoms of many things."
"Really?" Sally asked innocently, her hand beginning a slow voluptuous massage of her gigantic boob. She rubbed the flesh under the pink angora wool hard, so hard that her nipple popped up huge and erect, responding sexually to her own touch.
When Dimwiddy saw the nipple on the huge, high mammary stand up erect like that, all his sexual juices began to flow wildly. He felt a horrendous but pleasurable pumping in his prick, a sensation he hadn't felt for years. He was a widower for twenty years now, and the only way he had gotten his rocks off in those past twenty years was by jacking himself off in the bathroom while looking at spread-eagled snatches.
Basically a shy, insecure person, Dimwiddy didn't have the balls to go out looking for nookie, certainly not for professional, hooker nookie. He was afraid of what exposure might do for his job, and his standing in the community.
Lately, however, he hadn't been able to achieve orgasm any way, even though he had tried everything. He had given up on himself, deciding that he was just getting so old, he was becoming asexual.
Now, suddenly, he was alone with a nubile young girl, and a very attractive one at that. He felt himself actually getting sexually aroused at a time when he thought he was no longer capable of even getting aroused, much less achieving orgasm.
Now, when he felt the pumping pulsing action of his cock, he felt like he was being reborn, and being given a second chance at life.
He went crazy with happiness. So, he thought, I'm not an impotent old man after all. He felt a surge of desire and lust for this girl who had given him back his sexuality simply by walking into the room. He felt so warm towards her, and so grateful, that he would have done anything for her.
But Sally was too busy following Tom and Harry's instructions. She wasn't aware of the effect she had on Dimwiddy, that is, she wasn't aware of the emotional effect she had on him, only the sexual effect. And that was what she was looking for.
"Do you think I should go to a doctor, Mr. Dimwiddy?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied. "I can't be sure. Let me check you up a bit if you don't mind."
"No, no," Sally breathed, "not at all. In fact, I'd be grateful for any advice you could give me."
"Let me see now," Dimwiddy muttered, pretending to concentrate on the medical aspect of the task ahead. Actually, his forehead was breaking out into a sweat of pure sexual excitement. His cock was pulsing madly.
"Let me sit up on the desk, and make it easier for you," Sally offered. Before he could reply, she had plopped her cute little rear on his desk.
"I'm qualified to do this, you know," Dimwiddy said. "I can give medical checkups because I was trained as a medic in the Army."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Sally breathed. "I really think this is going to be a great help to me." Inside, she was screaming with triumph. She had not made one wrong move since she walked in the door. It was perfect so far, just perfect, the only problem was, the positions weren't compromising enough. And Stan might barge in the door any second now. If there was nothing for him to see, nothing dirty, there was nothing that he could hold over Dimwiddy's head as a threat.
She got a little worried and decided she better move the whole seduction along at a faster pace. That way, she could be sure Dimwiddy was really fucked over when Stan walked in.
It was a risk, because she might move too fast and put Dimwiddy uptight. He might even throw her out of the office. That would really ruin the whole thing and seriously endanger the Kocks and Kunts.
And, Sally thought, they were all counting on her to save them. She would come through, she swore to herself.
As she sat on the edge of the principal's desk, the voluptuous young blonde student saw her chance. Dimwiddy's prick had turned into a huge blob under his pants. She could easily move just a bit, and touch that blob-like bulge with her knee. That should be the right place and the right move to make him really go crazy with lust.
As Dimwiddy was beginning to feel her breasts, pretending to examine them for lumps, or other signs of malfunction, Sally bounced her ass a bit, and let her knee bump lightly against his prick.
The reaction was instantaneous. Dimwiddy turned a bright lobster red. His face shone with beads of sweat and his eyes bulged frantically.
His breathing got thicker. He didn't move, or attempt to get his prick away from Sally's knee. He was waiting for her next move.
But Sally didn't want to chance another bold aggressive sexual gesture until she had gotten an agreeing signal from him.
Suddenly, Dimwiddy lifted his hands off her tits. For one horrifying moment, Sally thought she had gone too far, and he was about to stop his advances and throw her out of his office in disgrace.
But she couldn't have been more mistaken.
"My dear," Dimwiddy said, his voice trembling with lust, "I'm afraid you're going to have to take this lovely little pink sweater off, if I'm going to be able to examine you properly. As a medic, I know that direct flesh-to-hand contact is the only way to really tell the symptoms, if there are any."
"Oh, of course," Sally breathed. "I know you know what you're talking about. After all, you were a medic in the Army."
"That's right dear," Dimwiddy mumbled. Already, his hands were caressing her belly, sliding back and forth over her smooth flesh. As she lifted her arms up to pull her sweater over her head, her immense titties rose even higher. As the mounds of flesh became exposed, Dimwiddy's sight literally blurred with lust and with the sweat that was now pouring freely from his forehead.
Suddenly, without warning, his huge, loose wet mouth fell over one of her nipples. The wet slimy lips startled Sally. She was about to give a little shriek of surprise, but restrained herself at the last minute, remembering Miss Goodworth sitting in the outside office.
Dimwiddy started to suck on her nipple greedily. His large loose lips were more skillful than she had expected, and Sally actually found her cunt beginning to tingle with arousal as his slow sucking motions brought more and more of her nipple, and her tit into his mouth.
Sally was really amazed. She had never been handled by a man much older than her. She always thought that even the very idea was supremely disgusting, but now, here she was actually getting sexually aroused by the prototype "dirty old man."
Well, she thought to herself, if they touch the right things in the right ways, it's only natural to get aroused. It doesn't matter how dirty or how old they are, or, for that matter, how ugly they are.
As Dimwiddy's lips began to apply more and more pressure to her nipple, Sally felt a renewed tingling in her cunt, only this time it was stronger. It was so strong, in fact, that all her thoughts were wiped away and she fell into the bizarre love-making mood completely.
Once her sexual hormones began to flow, that was that. Sexually oriented as she was, Sally forgot everything else.
Soon, Dimwiddy's nipple and tit-sucking made her forget everything, including what she was sent here to do, namely seduce Dimwiddy.
She was doing that now, but she was doing it for the pure pleasure of the sexual stimulation she was getting, and not for an ulterior motive.
Instinctively, her hand crept down to Dimwiddy's crotch. As his greedy lips began to open wider, and his teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of her nipple and tit, her hand automatically began to unzip his fly.
Dimwiddy groaned with lust, a deep low groan in his throat. He felt her hand on his prick, and his mind exploded with lust.
Quickly, Sally unzipped his fly. Her hand dug frantically into the flap. She felt the cotton of his underpants, and she felt it wet with slimy come.
Shit, she thought, he must have climaxed already, and here she was, looking forward to having a stiff hard dick to suck on. But, as her hands pushed their way past the sopping, come-soaked cotton, she found the huge, pulsing sex sausage of the high school's principal. She was amazed and relieved that it was, incredibly enough, still hard and erect. Not only that, but it was pretty big.
Sally's cunt quivered with excitement. She was dying to get that hard stiff rammer in her mouth. Her freely flowing love juices had already made her own cunt sopping wet, and her mouth eager for the salty, sticky taste of semen.
Now that she realized Dimwiddy's cock was a stiff, massive erect rammer, and not a withered spent dick, she got even more excited. She wouldn't have to waste any time giving him a hand-job, trying to get the dick erect again.
"Oh, wow," she moaned. "This is delicious."
Dimwiddy didn't reply. He couldn't if he wanted to because his mouth was full of Sally's pink ripe tit. As his teeth continued to work it over, Sally's hand finally grabbed a hold of his whanger.
She began to stroke it slowly, sensuously, using the come-smeared foreskin to her advantage. That way, the lubricant was already there, and her hand could pump his cock to a new height of excitement more effortlessly.
Suddenly, Dimwiddy pulled his mouth off her nipple, and the tit plopped out with a loud, wet sucking sound. His eyes were tightly shut as his hands grasped under Sally's skirt.
He reached up her thighs, stroking them with his sweat-wet palms. Suddenly, he pushed her over on the desk, so that she lay flat on her back, sprawled over all his official papers.
"I want to see your cunt. I want to see a real live, wet, gaping cunt," Dimwiddy rasped madly.
"Feel free," Sally whispered. "You can touch it too."
"Really?" Dimwiddy croaked. "Will you let me?"
"Sure," Sally said. "You can put your finger in my cunt. You can put your tongue in my cunt too."
"Can I put my prick in it?" Dimwiddy gasped.
"Sure," Sally said.
"That means you'll let me fuck you?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course I would, any time. Just let me know. I really mean it," Sally said.
She thought Dimwiddy would collapse with excitement. But the old codger had more fight left in him than she expected.
As she lay flat on her back on his desk, he separated her legs. Grasping her thighs with his hands, he pushed them open as far as they would go.
Now, the soft flesh of Sally's inner thighs was tantalizingly exposed to him. He saw that soft white and pink skin, and his cock shuddered with arousal. It was more than he could bear for one day.
Suddenly, he noticed that the crotch piece of Sally's pink silk bikini panties was streaked with a dark moisture stain.
His touch had actually made her cunt ooze out love juice. The realization that he was actually capable of arousing a sexy, attractive young girl like that was more than he could stand. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her right away.
He dropped his pants. His cock was now really erect, really thick and long. Sally, lying motionless on the desk top, looked up for an instant. When she saw the size and stiffness of Dimwiddy's monstrous rammer, her cunt gurgled with excitement. She felt the hot liquid flow of love juice ooze down her cunt once again and stain her panties.
She was excited beyond words. She got fucked by men with big pricks before, but never in her life had she been fucked by a sixty-year-old high school principal on top of his desk, and one who had a big prick too.
The bizarreness of the situation excited her. Her hips began to quiver with anticipation. Whatever else this would turn out to be, at least she could be sure of one thing: It would be interesting.
Quickly, Dimwiddy's hands grabbed the tops of her panties. He tried to tug them down, but couldn't because she was lying on the desk, her bottom pressing the fabric against it.
"Lift your hips up, my dear," he said quickly.
"Sure," Sally replied. She lifted her hips and thus raised her buttocks off the desk surface. Frantically, Dimwiddy slipped the panties off past her hips, over her knees and ankles, and dropped them to the floor.
There, before his very eyes, was the best cunt in Lincoln High.
Sally's blonde outer cunt lips were matted and foamy with milk-white love scum. They palpitated visibly from excitement. The inner lips were the palest imaginable pink, ruffled and curling around the edges like the petals of a fleshy rose. Dimwiddy's hands grasped for the cunt greedily. He wanted to touch it, feel it, lick it.
But first, he had to touch it to believe it was real, to believe that this could actually be happening to him, Elmer Dimwiddy, the balding, pot-bellied sixty-year-old principal of a big city high school.
As his hands reached out to touch the fresh young student's cunt gaping wide open before him, he quivered with such desire that he was nearing the point of madness.
When the tips of his fingers actually made contact with the soft sopping pussy flesh, surrounded by golden cunt hairs, an electrical thrill of sexual excitement shot through him and he ejaculated spontaneously.
The touch had been enough, and the sight had been enough.
Dimwiddy's old, but gigantic cock gave several convulsive jerks. The stalk quivered as the immense glans shook with lust. Suddenly, a spurt of hot yellow come came shooting out of his prick hole.
The burning fountain of gism shot out, spraying crazily all over his desk and all over Sally's outspread thighs and belly.
"Ugh!" Sally shrieked. She was shocked and disappointed. She was expecting a good fuck, and all she got was a liberal spraying from an over-excited old dick.
As Dimwiddy's cock made a few last convulsive jerks, spraying another feeble spurt of come into the air, the door of his office suddenly swung open.
Dimwiddy looked up from his withering prick. His eyes widened with fear and horror.
Suddenly, without warning, he crumpled to the floor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stan's tall figure stalked into the room. He closed the door directly behind him, despite Miss Goodworth's protests.
When he saw Sally spread-eagled on the desk like that, her fresh young body and cunt gaping open and exposed, and sprayed with the slimy, yellow goo of the old principal's come, his face turned red with rage.
"Who put you up to this?" he demanded.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, raising her body up off the desk.
"Who told you to do this?"
"You did," she whined in protest. "What the fuck are you yelling at me for now?"
"I never told you any such thing," Stan yelled.
"But-but-" Sally began.
"I never told you to come here and try to seduce Dimwiddy, and lay there with your cunt gaping open on his desk. This is disgusting."
"But Tom and Harry told me to do it," Sally protested.
"Since when have you been taking orders from Tom and Harry?" Stan demanded angrily. His tall, graceful figure approached the desk. His stance was so threatening that Sally recoiled from him in fear.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't hit you. I just want an explanation from you. I don't know what the fuck is happening."
"Tom and Harry told me that all this was your idea," Sally quavered.
"What?" Stan bellowed incredulously.
"That's right," Sally whined. She realized she had been tricked. Hot tears of rage and humiliation filled her eyes. "They told me that this was your idea. They said that Dimwiddy was suspecting us all and was going to expose the Kocks and the Kunts, and break up the whole group, and get us all into trouble."
"So how does that fit in with your lying spread-eagled on this desk, your whole body sprayed with Dimwiddy's come?" Stan demanded.
"I was supposed to try and seduce Dimwiddy. And when he was in a compromising position, you or some other Kock or Kunt were going to barge in, and that way, we would have a plaintiff and a witness to the fact that Dimwiddy is a pervert who tries to corrupt the morals of minors and of his students. Don't you see, Stan?" she said pleadingly.
"I see, all right, and I don't know exactly what's going on, or why, but I do know this much. Somebody tricked you into doing this. Somebody told you a pack of lies. I never said anything about seducing Dimwiddy."
"Tom and Harry did it," Sally shouted angrily. "It was all a plot of some sort. They told me that pack of lies this morning and I believed them."
"I can see that," Stan said angrily, his eyes running over her naked body, which was obscenely smeared with Dimwiddy's pus-yellow come.
"The only reason I did it was because they told me you said to, believe me," Sally begged.
"I believe you," Stan said, his dark eyes glowing with rage.
"Thank goodness," Sally sighed.
"Now get up off that desk, and get the fuck out of this office, pronto. Use the side door, and get cleaned up and go to your class. Act normal. Pretend like nothing happened."
"What if somebody sees me?" she asked.
"Nobody will see you because it's right in the middle of a class period and the halls are deserted," Stan said.
"Oh yes, that's right," Sally said slowly. She was definitely dazed by the swiftness of this morning's events. She stumbled out of the room in a daze, thanking her lucky stars that Stan had walked in and taken over the situation. When she had seen Dimwiddy collapse to the floor like that, she had absolutely frozen with fear, thinking he must be dead of a heart attack, and that she was responsible, because she was in the room with him last before it happened.
She knew that doctors had all sorts of ways to conduct autopsies, and they could find out what a person had been doing before he died, or just before he died. They would certainly be able to tell that Dimwiddy had been in a state of great sexual arousal, and that he had ejaculated moments before he collapsed on the floor.
Miss Goodworth had seen her walk into his office, and she was a dead duck. Thinking of the trouble she could have gotten herself into, Sally shivered with fear.
For all she knew, Dimwiddy might, in fact, have dropped dead. But somehow, she wasn't worried anymore because she knew that Stan would take over, and would somehow take care of everything. She knew that Stan wanted her, that he really cared about her. She knew she was more to him than a good lay, and so, she was sure that he would protect her, or at least help her.
Stan had been right about the halls. They were deserted, and she managed to sneak into one of the girls' rooms without being seen. She cleaned up and rearranged her clothes. She went though her morning classes in a daze of worry. Several teachers asked her questions regarding the material they were discussing in class, and she could only come up with a confused "Huh?" in the way of an answer.
She melted with relief when she spotted Stan coming towards her during lunch hour. He wound his way through the tables of the cafeteria.
"What happened?" Sally gasped.
"Nothing," he said. "You don't have to worry. I've taken care of everything."
"Oh thank goodness," Sally sighed.
"No, don't thank goodness," he said. "Thank me."
"Oh I do," she breathed. "I was so scared. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"I don't either," Stan said sarcastically. "You would have had to do some fast thinking and fast talking to get yourself out of that mess. It's a good thing I showed up to do it for you."
"I know," Sally said. "But tell me, what happened? Is Dimwiddy okay?"
"Yeah," Stan replied. Dimwiddy was fine. It was just a little faint. I got him conscious and cleaned up and back on his feet in a few minutes. Not even that old snoopy cunt Goodworth knew what was happening."
"Oh good," Sally said. "She would have broadcast it all over the whole school in five minutes."
"I know," Stan said. "Anyway, I told Dimwiddy everything."
Sally's face froze with shock. "I don't believe it," she gasped. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I decided it was the best thing to do."
"You mean," she said incredulously, "that you told him about the Kocks and the Kunts?"
"Yes," Stan replied calmly.
"Oh no," Sally wailed loudly, so loudly that all the kids at the surrounding tables turned to stare at her. "You ruined everything," she moaned. "Why, why, why?" She pounded her fist into the table with rage.
"Look, the Kocks and Kunts are a bunch of childish sick bullshit," Stan said wearily.
"That's not true," Sally yelled. "They were the best thing this high school ever had, and now you went and ruined it."
Stan looked at her coldly. "You mean to tell me you really enjoy being fucked and sucked and butt-fucked by ten different men every night? You mean to tell me you like to suck dicks, I mean, just anybody's dick?"
Sally sat in stunned silence. She had always loved orgy scenes, and she assumed that Stan did too. Otherwise, why would he have joined the Kocks and Kunts? She didn't understand anything anymore.
"I like sex," she said defensively. "So what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing wrong with that," Stan said. "I just think that group sex is sick, and that the longer people indulge in it, the more sex loses its meaning. If you really liked sex and if you really cared about it, you never would get involved in that kind of sick stupid scene in the first place."
Sally was speechless. This was the first time she had heard anyone saying anything like that. All her life she had been surrounded by people, starting with her parents and brothers and sisters, who fucked and sucked anything that moved. Now, all of a sudden, she was getting preached at by this prick. She felt a surge of anger explode in her.
"So," she said slowly, "you told Dimwiddy about the Kocks and Kunts. And what's going to happen to the kids who are involved with them?" she demanded accusingly.
"Nothing," Stan replied. "Dimwiddy had no authority over what they do after school hours, and that is a legal fact. There is nothing he can do, and there is nothing he wants to do. I had a long talk with him and we agreed about that."
"What happens to Tom and Harry, those two pricks?" Sally asked angrily.
"They're the only ones who are in hot water, and they deserve it. They were just exploiting all you dumb kids to get free pussy, and you all fell for it."
Sally bowed her head thoughtfully. "You know, you're right about that, at least."
"I'm right about everything," Stan said. "I'm right about this whole group sex scene being sick and stupid and degrading."
Sally didn't reply. She had to think about that one for a while.
Gradually, the realization that Stan had a point dawned on her. It was, she admitted to herself, a kind of hysteria, a kind of emptiness that made her spread her legs for every man who came along. It was some sort of stupid and sick need that wasn't being fulfilled on a more meaningful level that made her put every dick she ran across into her mouth, and suck it dry.
And the same kind of need made her lick men's cocks and their dicks and let them do anything they wanted with her body, and her cunt. Suddenly, Sally was ashamed. She couldn't look up at Stan, and look him in the eye.
She realized that she was wrong and he was right. After all, how long can a girl go on fucking and sucking everything that walkes? There had to be more to life than that.
She thought she didn't know what it was. She thought that she would never find out, until suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt Stan's hand cover hers.
He stroked it gently, and said, "It's all right, Sally, we all make mistakes, and we all have to learn the hard way sometimes."
She began to cry softly. "You're right. I guess that's what just happened to me. I learned, all right, and in the hardest way possible."
On an impulse, she lifted her tear-stained face to Stan. "Do you think I'm shit?" she asked. "Do you think I'm a slut just because I've fucked more men than I can remember? Do you despise me because of all the orgy scenes I've been in?"
Stan looked at her. "Why are you asking me these things?" he asked.
Sally swallowed hard. "Because I care about you, really I do. Very much. And I want you to care about me too. But I know you can't, not now."
"Why not?" Stan asked.
"Because of the way I've been, and because of the things I've done," she sobbed.
Suddenly, she felt both of his hands clasp hers.
"Forget all that," he said. "Forget everything except me, except us."
A smile of gratitude warmed Sally's face. She felt her cunt quiver with desire for this man. Bowing her head down over his hands, she kissed them softly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
For the rest of the day, Sally walked through her classes on a pink cloud. She couldn't wait till her date with Stan that night.
At last, he had heard everything, everything about her ugly past. He had even seen her in action, fucking and sucking and being fucked and sucked on by any Kock who wanted to do it.
Yet, somehow, she knew instinctively that his words were true, and he was sincere. He had understood why she was the way she was, and he had accepted her, really accepted her, anyway. That was very important to Sally, because, all her life, since she was as young as five years of age, she had been accepted only for her attractiveness, or for the sexual favors she could offer.
Naturally, the idea became embedded in her young mind, the cruel and insidious idea that nobody could or would ever love her unless she "put out," so to speak.
So she put out, liberally, altogether too liberally. There was one thing Stan didn't understand about her. She had been a teacher-fucker long before she joined the Kocks and Kunts at Lincoln High.
But Sally knew it was not necessary to tell him that, because he wouldn't care anyway. It wouldn't make any difference to him. If he could want her for herself, after knowing what he already did know, Sally knew that any additional information wouldn't make any difference, wouldn't change his feelings for her in the least.
Yet, that night, she told him anyway.
They were alone together in the small room Stan rented from a distant cousin of his. He lived there because his parents, separated for many years, didn't want him. They had in fact never wanted him, but he had adjusted to that reality. It had been painful at first, but now, he knew how to handle it, and live with it.
The minute they closed the door behind them, Sally and Stan fell into each others' arms.
"I want you," Stan breathed. "I want you so badly. I want every inch of you."
"Let's go to bed," she said. "Right away."
Walking over to the bed, Sally began to take her clothes off. She watched Stan in front of her, pulling his shirt off his back, and lifting it up over his head.
The broad expanse of his back rippled with the strength of the muscles under it. She devoured every inch of his flesh greedily. Then unable to resist, she took those two steps that separated her from Stan. She began to stroke his back slowly, sensuously.
As her palms softly ran over the smooth flesh, she felt him tingle with arousal, so much so that goose bumps rose up on his skin.
With her tongue, Sally stroked the length of his skin up and down his spine. She worked up a huge wad of saliva and eagerly ran the spit-coated tongue again, up and down the indentation of his spine.
She felt him shiver with pleasure again. Suddenly without warning, his whole body stiffened with arousal. Sally reached around his waist, until her fingers found the fly of his pants.
She fumbled with it for a few seconds, then finally managed to undo it. As her hands flew over the zipper, opening it as she went, she felt the huge, firm, snake-like prick begin to throb hungrily under her touch.
She stroked its length caressingly, then greedily.
Still, the fabric of his jock strap separated her fingers from his cock.
Eager to make that flesh to flesh contact, Sally, tearing hungrily at the fabric, managed to push it aside enough so that the huge, snaky member jutted out defiantly. Its length was so immense, that the dripping glans touched the flesh above Stan's navel. It bobbed against the stomach skin, dabbing it with the white juice that had oozed out of his glans.
Sally took the prick in her hand. She rubbed it gently, working it over. Her hand pulled at its immense length so that all of his foreskin gathered up at the welt right beneath the glans, then she pulled it down so that the foreskin gathered at the roots of his stalk.
Stan was moaning with arousal by now. Yet, Sally kept up her skillful cock massage until she felt another shiver of arousal race through his body.
Her fingertips then slipped over to the actual immense prick head. She dipped her index finger into the little prick hole at the top of the glans. She scooped up a generous supply of the oozing bubbling white pre-come lubricant that drolled out of it. Then, she smeared the lubricant all over the glans flesh itself, at the same time, giving the glans a slow delectable massage.
She felt the immensity of the snake-like prick shiver with arousal. Aroused herself at the manifestation of her ability to give Stan sexual pleasure, Sally dipped her head down to one of his tight, muscular buttocks, and planted a sharp long love bite on it.
His pants had slid down to the floor and were crumpled around his ankles. Quickly, deftly, he removed his jock strap.
Sally still stood behind him, her hands circling his waist, and her fingers giving a delightful sex play on the flesh of his throbbing glans.
Suddenly, instinctively, she fell to her knees behind him. Her face and her mouth were now directly in front of his tight ass-hole.
She wanted to separate his cheeks with her hands and expose that throbbing back passage to sexual pleasure, but, she didn't want to have to stop giving him the stimulation on his penis, which he was enjoying so much.
But suddenly a rush of lust ran over her. She wanted no part of his body to be alien to her, no inch of it to remain unknown to her eager, hot wet tongue.
She released his penis and brought her hands back to his ass. She carefully clutched the two ass cheeks in her hands. She felt the tight, quivering strength under the smooth skin, and for an instant, her mind cleared enough of its lust fog to recognize the beauty and perfection of that flesh, of those buttocks. Then, her own cunt began to tingle with desire.
Irresistibly, her hands pulled the cheeks apart, separating them. There, before her eyes, his crevice opened, and lay exposed to her.
The tender brownish skin of the crevice quivered with his lust. Again, Sally worked up a wad of saliva and began to lick the length of the crevice separating his ass cheeks. She couldn't believe the pleasure she got out of it, out of the peculiar taste of his flesh. It was a pungent, musky animal male smell, mixed with the smell of sweat and semen.
Sally's nostrils expanded to suck in as much of the sweet sexy smell as possible. She felt an urge of lust well up in her.
Instantly, her mouth fell on top of his tight, puckered little ass-hole. Her tongue, well coated with saliva, began to encircle the ass-hole. She put all of the power of her sexuality behind her tonguing.
"Oh, that's good," Stan whispered, "so good."
"Do you like it, really?" Sally asked shyly.
"Yes," he replied. "I want you to stick your tongue in my ass-hole, and swirl it around in there, slowly, and then faster and faster."
"I want to," she replied. "But I wish there was some way I could stimulate your prick too while I'm doing it."
"You'd have to have two mouths to do that," he laughed.
"Maybe we could work out something on the bed, something where you could stimulate me, and play with a part of me, while I ate out your ass-hole," Sally said.
"I've tried just about every position in the book, and believe me, I don't know of any position where you could eat out my ass-hole while I did anything to you," Stan replied.
"Wait a minute," Sally said excitedly. "I just thought of something."
"What?"
"A way where we could do it, where I could actually eat out your ass-hole, and you could eat my cunt, at the same time," she replied.
"Okay," Stan said. "Hop on the bed and show me."
She looked at him.
"Like this," Sally said. She demonstrated with her hands. "You have to get into a sort of sixty-nine position, except I am on top and you are on the bottom."
"Okay, then what?"
"Then, you have to sort of curl your ass up, you know, curve your spine inwards a little bit. That way, my face is right over your ass-hole, instead of over your prick, and my mouth and tongue can reach it."
"And eat it out," Stan concluded triumphantly. "Sounds perfect.
"It is perfect," Sally said.
"But how do I get to eat your cunt out at the same time?" he asked.
"It's obvious," she said. "I am, or we are both, in a sixty-nine position, and my cunt is hanging right over your face. That way, I just squat down a little lower, and your tongue and your mouth can reach my cunt."
"Terrific," Stan said.
They both hopped on the bed. Stan stretched out flat on his back, and spread his legs. His massive rammer jutted up high and jerked convulsively over his stomach.
"And, guess what," Sally said.
"What?"
"While I am eating out your ass-hole you can fit your dong between my tits, too, and do a little tit humping while I am eating out your ass-hole, and you are eating my cunt out."
"Okay," Stan said enthusiastically, "Let's get down to it."
They both laughed at his pun. Sally positioned herself over his body.
"One thing you have to do that I forgot to tell you," she said.
"What's that?" Stan asked.
"You have to wind your legs up around my neck, or my shoulders, and cross them at the ankles, that way it will be easier for you to keep your ass tilted up high enough for my mouth to reach your ass-hole."
"Got it," Stan replied.
Sally hopped on top of him happily. She could already feel her cunt tingling with pleasure in anticipation of the sexual delights that awaited them, both of them.
Stan followed her suggestions exactly. His outspread legs reached up and wound around her neck, and his ass tilted up so that the ass-hole was easily accessible to Sally's hungry, eager mouth.
Meanwhile, Sally had positioned herself so that her dripping cunt hung right over his face. With the first, light, teasing lick of his tongue over her pussy flesh, she felt a tingle of unspeakable delight.
She dug her face between his legs, and started to suck at the skin around his tight, puckered hole itself. She felt a responding thrill of excitement shivered through his body.
As her wet, hot mouth eagerly licked every inch of the area around his ass-hole, she felt his tongue begin to lick over the dripping folds of her pussy flesh. The thrills of pleasure his tonguing sent shooting through her body made her want to devour him alive, to somehow penetrate him so deeply that she could never extricate herself from him, and she would always be sunken inside him somewhere.
Her tongue formed itself into a hard, pointed instrument, something like a prick. With this well-lubricated pseudo-prick, Sally began to penetrate his ass-hole. She stabbed her tongue in and out eagerly, increasing her pace with every stab.
At the same time, Stan was letting his tongue slide over the whole length of her slit. His thick long tongue began its lick at the very tip of her slit, at the clitoris itself. Then, it went down the length, dipping in between the two inner cunt lips, and stabbing in towards the hot, wet sucking twat itself.
Each time the tongue slid over her clitoris, a low moan of lust erupted in Sally's throat. She was sensitive to this sort of clitoral stimulation, and the touch of his tongue on that most sensitive part of her body made her wild with pleasure, and with the savage sort of sexual greed that can never really be satisfied.
"This isn't enough," she gasped. "I need more."
"What do you mean?" Stan asked, surprised. He let his mouth lower down off of her cunt.
"I can't stand this any more," Sally moaned.
"Why not, isn't it stimulating you?" Stan asked.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's the trouble. It's stimulating me too much. I want you, and I want you very badly right now."
"What should I do?" he asked. "I only want to please you, and give you pleasure and satisfaction."
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me in the cunt."
"Okay, lady," he joked, "rearrange that voluptuous body accordingly."
She turned herself around, so that they were lying head to head.
"On your back," Stan ordered jokingly, "and spread 'em."
Sally willingly complied. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her mouth opened with little whimpers of anticipation. She couldn't wait to feel the thick, incredibly long stalk stab into her brutally, cruelly. She wanted to feel it piercing and penetrating her, stretching the muscles of her cunt ring, until they were almost numb from an excess of sensation.
"Oh stick it in," she moaned. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, as her body began to writhe with lustful anticipation. "Ram it in, baby," she repeated again and again, her words becoming blurred from the force of her passion.
"I will," he said. "I'll do you like you've never been done before, and you'll love it." He positioned his body on top of her, and his glans began to push into the flaps of steaming, cunt-dripping flesh that folded over the entrance of her pussy.
"Oh, that's delicious," she moaned. "Now just get it in, hard and straight. Dive in and hit bottom on the first stroke."
"I will," he promised. "I'll do it so good, you'll never want another man again."
"I don't even want another man now," she swore. "I really didn't want anybody but you from the first second I laid eyes on you. I knew this would happen."
"I did too," he confessed.
"I don't want us to be associated with the Kocks and Kunts any more," Sally whispered.
"Don't worry baby," he said. "We won't get sucked into their sick group sex scene ever again. Not that there will be any more sex clique in the high school, not after this afternoon."
"The Kocks and Kunts are through forever?" she asked.
"Yes, forever," he said. "It had to end sometime. Kids have to realize that love, and sex even, meaningful sex, can't be achieved by simply diving into it, and fucking and sucking everything that comes your way."
"I didn't know that," she said. "I didn't understand it until now, until you showed it to me."
"I hope I've helped some of the other kids realize it too," Stan said.
"Now show me the alternative. Show me how we can fuck together, and how well we can fuck together," Sally gasped.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt his stiff hard shaft break through the dripping wet swollen lips of pussy flesh that surrounded her cunt opening. She felt the rock-hard glans ram through her protective pussy meat and burst into the circumference of her tight, hard-muscled cunt ring.
The cunt ring stretched painfully, but pleasurably too. It gave way, as nature meant it to, to the piercing and undeniable penetration of his dong.
His shaft throbbed with lust. The blood rushed through it, lengthening it and thickening it even more, until the blood-engorged member burst through her cunt ring, and slid easily into the come-soaked passage of her cunt canal.
Sally groaned with ecstasy as she felt the glans ram into the mouth of her womb again. She stiffened, and felt them both being carried away on an immense wave of lust.
