A few days ago, Jennifer O'Brien, a voluptuous sixteen year old coed, did not even know how to properly masturbate. She had learned a lot since then. She had learned how to diddle her clit, to create that special tingling throughout her body. She had learned what an orgasm was like, that marvelous, breathless explosion. And now she was learning more.
She was naked in the girl's shower room.
Two women stood beside her, one being Marsha, her high school gym teacher. Marsha soaped Jennifer's lovely, creamy thighs, working the bar of soap in circles, coming closer and closer to Jennifer's trembling pussy. The other woman sucked and pulled at Jennifer's firm young breasts. The young girl had never had anyone touch her before.
The three women collapsed onto the wet, tile floor. Jennifer could not seem to catch her breath. She never dreamed roving hands, pumping and squeezing her virgin flesh, could feel so good. She had never dreamed it would ever be happening to her.
Marsha had reached for the pulsating showerhead, and was about to work it up Jennifer's tight twat, breaking her cherry. Jennifer spread her legs eagerly, holding her breath in anticipation. She was about to experience the sensation she'd been waiting for all her life. She cried out for Marsha to shove the pulsating shaft deep inside her, to fill her up.
But the other woman took the showerhead from Marsha's hands. She wanted to be the one to do the honors. Jennifer could feel the thick, spraying rod work its way in. She felt her pussy lips open, the walls of her vagina spreading apart for the very first time.
CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer O'Brien waited until the girls' locker room was empty before she would take a shower. She was afraid of the other girls, afraid of their bodies, of her body, that they'd see her and laugh at her. So she would wait until everybody had cleared out before she would approach the showers.
A low moan filled the locker room as she walked across the damp tile floor. It sounded to
Jennifer like somebody was sick. Or dying. She had never heard anybody cry out quite like that before in her life. It didn't sound like someone in pain. As Jennifer drew nearer the showers the sounds got louder, and she realized there was more than one person in the showers. She rounded the bend to the stalls, and what she saw there took her breath away. Jennifer's gym coach, Marsha Roberts was there. So were the Winslow twins, April and May.
At first Jennifer thought that someone was sick. April lay writhing on the cold, wet tile floor, her entire body trembling and quivering. Jennifer thought that she was having a fit. But as she took in the scene, she realized that this was not the case. Something was wrong. She looked at Miss Roberts, the gym teacher. Miss Roberts was naked.
Miss Roberts had small firm breasts. Her body was muscular and lean, like the women Jennifer had seen in the women's body-building magazines. But Miss Roberts looked better than any of the women in pictures that Jennifer had seen. There was still a part of her that was soft and gentle, a part that made all the kids in class admire and look up to her.
The three women in the showers were oblivious to Jennifer's presence. They were too engrossed in each other's bodies. April Winslow seemed to be the center of attraction at the moment. She was on her back, with her sister's head buried between her thighs.
"Yes, yes!" April moaned out once more. Jennifer was shocked to see her classmate, one of her best friends, acting like such an animal. Normally April was a shy, reserved girl. To see her now doing vile acts on the floor disgusted Jennifer.
Yet it also fascinated her. As much as she wanted to run away, her feet stayed glued to the tile. She tried to close her eyes, but another part of her seemed to be forcing her to keep them open, forcing her to watch. She stared at April's long, slender arms writhing above her head. She watched April's white, pillowy breasts wave up and down as her body rocked. And then Jennifer's eyes went down lower. To April's thighs. She had been afraid to look at first, her mother had warned her long ago that it was wrong, but she had never seen a pussy that was dripping wet before.
Jennifer didn't have a clear view, but every now and then May's head would come up from between her sister's legs, and she would insert a finger into that moist, dripping slit. May would rub her sister's ass with the gooey liquid taken from within, caressing her everywhere. May's finger disappeared up April's ass-hole.
She worked it in and out. This made April shudder even more intensely than before. May attacked her sister's muff once more with her tongue, keeping a finger plugging away from behind.
Miss Roberts seemed more in control to Jennifer. She lay beside April, caressing her soft breasts, kissing her on the neck, sucking until big red spots would appear.
"Hickies," Jennifer whispered under her breath, "I know what those are at least."
April sat up and reached her arm down to her sister. April was a tall thin blonde. In shoes she was six feet. Her sister May was smaller, darker, and rounder. May had dark, kinky hair framing her face, April's was blonde and almost always pulled back. May's breasts were huge, the largest in the class, while April's tits were small bumps beside them. It was hard to believe they were twins, they looked so different. But they were both beautiful.
"They could have just about any boy they wanted in the eleventh grade," thought Jennifer. "I don't understand this, why they're here, doing this."
Yet, when Jennifer looked at Miss Roberts, she could sort of understand. Jennifer was small and awkward, ordinarily the type of girl that would have avoided gym class like the plague. But she went every day. All the girls went every day. They all loved Miss Roberts.
April and Miss Roberts were kissing now. Miss Robert's snake-like tongue darted in and out of April's mouth. They nipped and chewed on each other's lips.
"Oh Marsha," April cried out, "You make me feel so good."
Marsha. Jennifer wanted, always wanted to be able to clown around and call Miss Roberts, Marsha. She wanted Miss Roberts, Marsha to put her arm around her at the end of class like she did with other kids and say "good game", or "nice going". She wanted Marsha to tell her how much she liked her, to say that she thought Jennifer was a wonderful person. She, Jennifer O'Brien, wanted to be April or May Winslow. Right at that moment. She wanted to be naked on the tile floor, feeling her breasts being firmly caressed by Marsha, to feel that strong, muscular body pressed up next to hers, to taste the sweet flavor of her kisses, and to feel what it was like to have someone touch her pussy.
Jennifer wanted to rip her towel away from herself, run into the showers, and join in. But somehow, she could not do it. She couldn't advance, she couldn't run away. Jennifer was frozen to her spot on the tile floor, all she could do was watch.
Marsha was the one on her back now. May, once again, had her head buried between her gym teacher's legs. April lay behind May, nipping at her sister's clit. The three women were like a chain. April would stroke May's clit, which would send a ripple running up May's body. This would cause May to plunge a finger deeper into Marsha's wet slit, which would cause Marsha in turn to tremble with pleasure.
April began to stroke and lick May's clit together at the same time. May's arms shook, and suddenly she could no longer support herself. She fell away from Marsha's cunt.
"I can't hold back any longer," May growled in a husky voice. "I feel like I'm just going to burst."
Marsha climbed on top of May, her legs straddling the dark girl's face. "Come on, honey," she said, burying her muff in May's mouth, "Let me feel it too!"
April continued to lick and stroke like mad at her sister's clit. She wanted more than anything else at that moment for her sister to experience the thrill of orgasm, and to know that it was her fingers and tongue that caused it.
May began to howl. Marsha tried to keep her quiet by keeping her cunt over the teenager's moaning lips, and to get her to bring her to a climax.
"We're in school, dears," Marsha playfully scolded May. "We can't totally let go, much as we'd like to. Someone might hear."
May bit her lip, and the howls were somewhat muffled, turned to groans. April stuck a finger deep into May's pussy, knowing from experience that this was the final excitement she needed to set her off. And it did. May's body was on fire. She threw Marsha off her as the spasms wracked her body. She was breathing incredibly deep and fast, yet she couldn't seem to catch her breath. And then finally she pushed April away from her gushing wet snatch.
"No more," May said to her sister. "What do you want to do, kill me?"
"I wouldn't mind dying that way," April giggled.
The three women lay side by side by side, with May in the middle, sharing the warmth of her orgasm for a moment before they continued their fun. It took a moment before May even had the strength to move a muscle.
"You know, Marsha," May said smiling, "We ought to do this in gym class sometime. It's a much better workout than a lot of the sports we play."
Marsha laughed. "Wouldn't that be something. If only everybody was as understanding as you kids."
"We understand you," April said as she reached over to kiss Marsha, "and you understand us. We don't need anybody else."
Marsha grabbed April's ass tightly as they continued to kiss. They were so warm to each other. And so loving. Jennifer peered around the corner of the stalls. When May had had her orgasm, Jennifer had taken a step back, not sure what all the commotion was about. She had never known that love-making involved such physical activity and sensations. She had always thought just about the love aspect, and the sex part was always just a hazy blur to her.
Jennifer thought that the scene she was watching on the shower floor was beautiful, except that somewhere it had been ingrained in her that it was so wrong, totally wrong. And she could not take that feeling and make it go away. It was too strong. So as much as she envied the girls and their relationship with Marsha Roberts, she knew that even though she would love to be a part of it she never could. She would always have to be a spectator, and just listen, and sometimes watch.
And touch herself. She knew she could do that much now. Jennifer lowered a hand, stopping for a moment to caress her own breasts, but her fingers didn't linger long, for they were drawn to her vagina like a magnet.
It was wet. She worked a finger between the lips of her pussy. It had never been so wet before. She felt good about that. It made her seem somewhat closer to April and May, somewhat nearer to Marsha.
She began to play around inside her slit, working her small finger in and out, then doing it with two fingers, then three. It felt good. So good.
Yet she didn't feel like May did. Jennifer knew she wasn't about to cry out, or even moan. She thought perhaps she wasn't doing something right. She watched Marsha's hand darting around April's blonde, furry box. Marsha's hand was moving almost too fast for Jennifer to follow. Marsha would bring April to a point where April felt she was about to explode, and then, just at the critical point, her fingers would almost stop, just giving a gentle flick every couple seconds.
A gentle flick. Jennifer noticed that Marsha's hot finger was not inside April's pussy, but just playing with something at the top of her cunt-lips. Jennifer tried to find a similar spot on her own body, and when her fingers ran over a tiny bump that sent a shiver down-her spine, she knew that she had found the right spot.
"Clitoris," the word ran through Jennifer's mind, summoned from a long-ago film-strip in
Health class. "I'm tickling my clitoris."
Jennifer had tried to masturbate before, but without the proper know-how, she had met with little success, and would always abandon trying. But now she knew how to make herself feel hot, burning. She felt on fire. And it was all due to the three women she was watching. It had been like a lesson in proper sexual procedure for her, and she was now applying lesson number one.
She could feel the wetness in her pussy grow. How could she be getting so wet? How could she have been so unfamiliar with her own body? Jennifer knew that from this point on, her life would never quite be the same. She would never look at other girls in quite the same way again.
Jennifer's rhapsody was interrupted by a loud thud across the room. Her eyes focused once more, and she could see April bouncing on the floor.
"I lost my balance," April said smiling to Marsha, who helped her up.
"It's a hard position to maintain," Marsha said as she leaned over to kiss the bruise on April's bottom.
"I love it when you kiss my behind," April moaned. "Kiss it, kiss it for me more."
Both May and Marsha knelt behind April, kissing and licking her ass-cheeks. Marsha worked her tongue across the firm, perfectly shaped ass.
"Your ass is so beautiful," Marsha said as she separated the cheeks, so she could lick the crack in between. "It's so tight, yet it feels so soft."
Marsha's hot tongue cleaned all around April's pink rectum before letting her tongue touch, probe April's bunghole. Once her tongue began working its way in and out, April's muscles began to loosen, and soon Marsha was almost slipping her entire hand up the young, blonde teen-ager's ass.
May had worked her way around the front, so that as Marsha was pleasuring April from the rear, May was probing her pussy from the front side.. April couldn't take this double-barreled action for long. Her twat began to pulsate, and that rumbling spread to the rest of her body. May brought her sister to climax as skillfully as her sister had done before, and just at the lusty, luscious extraordinary, yes, at her moment of climax, April once again lost her balance and hit the floor.
"You poor baby," Marsha cradled the slim blonde in her arms, stroking her hair. "You're having a rough time today."
"It's OK," May laughed. "April-likes it rough."
At the same time, Jennifer was feeling like she might be on the edge of an orgasm herself, but having never experienced one before, she wasn't quite sure. She thought that perhaps if she made a little noise, it would help. She started to grind her hips against the wall and moaned. Jennifer pretended that the wall was a person next to her, a person touching her, kissing her. Her cries grew in loudness.
"It's your turn now, Marsha," May grabbed her teacher's shoulder's and bit into her breasts. Marsha's dark brown nipples grew hard under May's touch, and May flicked her tongue at them, alternating on each one.
April ran her fingers up and down Marsha's muscular thighs. She knew that Marsha was ticklish, and the two sisters soon had Marsha squirming with delight.
"You two drive me wild," Marsha closed her eyes and licked her lips. "I don't think anybody could make me feel better. I ... I...."
A scream came, its echo filled the room. Marsha froze. April froze. May froze. For the first time, they realized there was another person in the room.
"Jennifer," May said under her breath. "It's Jennifer O'Brien."
Jennifer sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. She tried to catch her breath. She had just experienced her first orgasm. Things had just gone "pop" inside her, and she had to let it out, so she had screamed.
Marsha instantly changed from a hot, horny woman to a teacher concerned for one of her students. "Jennifer, are you OK? How do you feel?" Marsha bent down and tried to help Jennifer up, but Jennifer just shook her head no. Jennifer tried to catch her breath, tried to speak, but she was still unable.
May leaned in. "How long were you standing there, watching us?" Her proximity made Jennifer frightened.
"Shhhhh, May, you leave Jennifer be," Marsha said as she stared into the young girl's eyes. "Can't you see what she's just gone through for the first time? This is a very special moment for Jennifer."
April pushed May. "This is all your fault! I told you it was too dangerous to fool around on school grounds, but you had to get your thrills. Now what's going to happen to us?"
Jennifer looked from one twin to another, and realized that they were afraid. The Winslow twins were afraid of her, Jennifer O'Brien. She smiled.
Marsha smiled back at the small girl. She looked at Jennifer. She had always been so shy, so introverted. Marsha never assumed that such a fire had been burning inside the small child's soul. She had always seemed so plain, almost mousy. Jennifer had started the year with braces, and she wore huge, thick glasses. Her hair hung straight down, hiding her face.
The girl Marsha was looking at now was not that girl. Without those glasses, Marsha could see the deep blue eyes that had always been hidden from view. Her body, partially covered by only a towel, was very girlish, yet very exciting. She was so pale and white. But Marsha could see the spark that lay within her, the emerging woman she could, hopefully, would become.
"Are you OK, honey?" Marsha asked, giving Jennifer her best smile.
"Yes," Jennifer managed to speak at last. "But I'm so ashamed, so ashamed."
Jennifer burst into tears. The tears just began to pour out.
"God, what a baby," May scowled.
"Oh shut up," April said, punching her on the arm.
Marsha held Jennifer in her arms, gently rocking her back and forth, cooing to her softly. "There, there, it's alright." After the sobbing had died down, she turned to the twins and said, "Why don't you two get dressed."
"But I thought we were going out to...." May shouted, but April dragged her off before she could finish.
After the twins left, Marsha leaned Jennifer back against the wall. "You OK now, Jennifer."
"I think so," Jennifer said as she rubbed her eyes. "Mother's going to kill me."
"Maybe you don't know your mother as well as you think you do. Besides, she doesn't have to know anything about this, does she?"
"No, I guess not." Jennifer stared at Marsha. "Can I call you Marsha too? It would mean so much to me."
"Sure honey." Marsha hugged the child. "Only don't do it in front of other people. Some people just don't understand."
"I don't understand, Miss Ro ... Marsha. I thought sex was supposed to be women and men, and that anything else was wrong."
"That's just a lot of nonsense." Marsha stroked Jennifer's cheek. "As long as people aren't hurting anybody, as long as its between people who agree on what they will do, then I don't see anything wrong with women and women, men and men, or just about any combination you could possibly think of."
"But some people would think it's wrong."
"Oh that they do, honey. That's why you mustn't tell anybody what you saw going on here today. I could lose my job. April and May could be separated, kicked out of school. If you tell anybody, you could hurt us, you could hurt us all."
"I won't tell, Marsha. I'd never want to hurt you."
"I'm glad, Jennifer, really glad. Now maybe you'd like to go out for a sport sometime, be part of the team. There are lots of women out there. We could spend a lot of time together."
"Gee whiz, I'm just too scrawny for any sports."
"No, I like the way you look." Marsha ran a hand up the outside of Jennifer's leg until it rested on her hip. "You're turning into an absolutely lovely young woman."
"Thank you." Jennifer suddenly felt a knot in her stomach. Her eyes could no longer meet Marsha's. "I think I'd better be going now."
"OK," Marsha said as she stood up, lifting Jennifer along with her. "Just remember, don't be afraid of yourself, your body, I mean. And remember, don't be afraid of me either. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to."
Jennifer walked into the locker room. April and May sat on the wooden benches, fully dressed. April wore a pink cardigan sweater and a pleated skirt, May a denim shirt and jeans.
"They look so normal," Jennifer thought. "Just like any of the other girls in class."
The twins smiled warmly at her as she passed by. "Are you OK?" asked May.
"Right as rain," Jennifer nodded.
Jennifer looked at her body closely before she dressed. Before she had always been afraid to look at herself, perhaps ashamed. But as she gazed down, she could see that her breasts weren't that different than any other girl her age. Sure, lots were bigger, but she was the same size as plenty of girls. She had a nice, slim waist, and except for a couple of pimples, her ass wasn't half-bad. Her legs were too skinny, but she felt that was better than being too fat. All in all, for the first time she realized that she looked just fine, that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Jennifer brushed her finger across her clit once, very lightly, just so she could feel that warm tingle inside her once more. She sat down and opened her pussy lips, something she had never done before, at least not in the light of day. She ran her fingers around the outer lips, and then touched herself inside. She wasn't getting horny this time, not at all, but it made her feel good nonetheless, to be able to accept her physical self clearly for the first time.
"I'd like to kiss those lips sometime."
Jennifer wheeled around to see May, smiling at her. She felt her pale white skin turn a dark red. For an instant, she wanted to crawl into a hole, to disappear. But then she didn't.
"Thank you," Jennifer said, smiling.
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy O'Brien shrugged her shoulders, "Sure it's fine if you just want to go straight home, darling. I'll see you at dinner, Jennifer. Goodbye." Kathy hung the telephone receiver on its stand.
She tapped a pencil on her desk, thinking a moment. Jennifer usually spent her school afternoons working in the back of her mother's boutique, sometimes on school work, sometimes just playing.
"The child's always been too introverted," Kathy chewed on a pencil. "It'll be good if she spends some time away from here."
Kathy leaned back in her chair, stretching with cat-like grace. She worked long hours, but she had to since hubby Bill had died. She got up to check herself in the mirror.
Kathy had a striking face. She had once considered a modeling career but then she had gotten pregnant with Jennifer. She had large, dark, almond-shaped eyes. Her nose was hooked, but small and attractive. She had large, full lips. For someone involved in fashion, she wore amazingly little make-up. And she really didn't need much.
She combed her long auburn hair, which cascaded down her shoulders and reached to the small of her back. She loved her hair, but not the care it required. She smoothed a wrinkle out of her blouse. She noticed that her nipples were erect and she gave them a playful tweak. Kathy had huge, round breasts. Almost too big for her tastes.
Her hips were lean. She had a wonderful, sloping ass and she spent half her life brushing men's hands away from it. Kathy wore a black mini-skirt, which didn't help matters any. But it was the fashion. There was a run in her hose, so she took them off, her shoes also.
Kathy had a million things to do, yes, and constantly felt that her time was filled with silly little things like changing stockings. She had to dart out onto the sales floor to take another pair from the display.
There were only a couple people in the store, which relieved Kathy immensely. She hoped to be able to make it to the stockings display and into the back room without anybody stopping her, but no such luck. A tall, black-haired woman flagged Kathy down.
"Excuse me, Miss, do you work here?"
Kathy was tempted to lie and say no, but it was stamped into her mind that the customer was always right, no matter what.
"I'm looking for something a bit more unusual," the woman said, holding up a pair of white silk panties. "Do you think you could help me?"
Kathy looked at the woman's face. Her eyes were staring intently into Kathy's, giving her a hungry look that only meant one thing.
"Right this way," Kathy motioned, never breaking eye contact with the woman. She liked the way the woman moved. She had on dark sunglasses, a sharp nose, and round, ruby lips. But Kathy's favorite feature was the woman's hair, a wild black mane that seemed to belong on a lion rather than a woman. "I love your hair," she said.
"Thank you," the woman said, as she removed her glasses.
"And beautiful eyes," Kathy smiled brightly. "My name's Kathy. This is my boutique."
"Lenora," the woman gazed around the store. "It's a lovely place."
Kathy led Lenora to the intimate apparel section of the store, way back in the corner by the dressing rooms. Lenora brushed up against her running a hand up Kathy's bare, inner thigh.
"I think you'll like these," Kathy held up a pair of polka dot panties.
"Oh yes, they're lovely." Lenora's eyes once again contained that hungry look. "Where can I try them on."
Kathy gave one look around the store to make sure everything was in order. A middle-aged woman was looking at a skirt by the front window, and Didi, the cashier, was manning the register. Other than that, the store was empty. "Come Lenora, I'll show you."
As soon as the door closed to the changing booth, Lenora slipped her hands down Kathy's panties and cupped a mound of Kathy's ass-cheeks with both hands. Kathy leaned back against the tall, dark woman, closing her eyes. She reached back and ran her hand through Lenora's hair.
"You're a bombshell," Lenora whispered into her ear. "You're the hottest number I've seen in years."
Kathy turned and looked into the woman's big, brown eyes. "Let me look at you," she said as she unbuttoned Lenora's rabbit fur. "I'm dying to see your body."
Kathy gasped at the enormous globes that popped out from under the fur coat. She took a tit in her hand and gently kneaded it through Lenora's blouse. "They're so big," Kathy said, biting into one, "So big and beautiful. Why do you cover them up? They're so lovely."
"They're not for everybody," Lenora smiled. "I don't like gawking. I save them for special people, like you."
"I am so glad I am one of the privileged few." Kathy unbuttoned Lenora's white cotton blouse. "They're so firm."
"You're too modest," Lenora cupped one of Kathy's jugs in her hand. "I love the curve of yours. I've never seen breasts so sharply rounded."
The two women embraced, stroking each other's long, silky hair. Their breasts pressed against one another, and they began to gyrate against one another. Kathy began to laugh.
"We're quite a mutual admiration society."
"It takes a woman to truly appreciate another woman." Lenora lifted Kathy's chin and brought her lips against hers. She kissed her long and hard, until finally Kathy had to break it off in order to breathe.
"Are you new in town, Lenora? I'm sure we would have met long before if you'd been around."
"I'm here to look up an old friend. I was planning to leave in a few days, but the way things look around this place, I think I may stay awhile."
"This town could use a little livening up, and I think you're just the woman to do it."
Lenora smiled. "Slow down, I'm not committing myself to anything. I never have, and I never will."
Kathy nipped her on the ear, blowing into it, sticking her tongue in. Lenora ran her fingers down Kathy's spine, squeezing the firm, taut flesh along bith sides. She unbuttoned Kathy's blouse, and proceeded to run her hand all across her globes and stomach. Lenora had long, painted fingernails, and she scratched lightly into Kathy's skin, leaving light red tracks behind.
"I've got to touch your pussy," Kathy moaned. "I want to have its smell fill my nostrils, its taste to fill my mouth, I want it all!"
Kathy began to tug at the buckle on Lenora's jeweled belt "We've got all the time in the world," Lenora smiled. "Let's take it slow."
"No," Kathy lowered Lenora's leather pants and almost ripped off her panties. "When I get this way, I just have to act Fast!"
Lenora sat down on the bench in the room, pulling Kathy down with her. She cradled the auburn-haired woman's head in her arms, and kissed her long and deep.
"OK," she smiled. "You can touch my pussy now."
Kathy bent down, kissing her way down Lenora's body. She lingered on the massive boobs, playing with them. She watched as the goose pimples followed the path of her hand. Lenora had big, brown nipples, and it felt just right to Kathy to suck on them for awhile.
She worked her way down, tickling her naval, working her tongue in and out. Kathy loved Lenora's flat, brown stomach, and ran her fingers gently around its perimeters. She reached the top of her nest of pubic hairs, and that wonderful smell she'd been waiting for filled her nostrils.
"Your pussy smells so sweet," Kathy smiled. "But I shall save it for last."
Her tongue ran down her thighs, around the hairy bush that cried out to her, down to the meaty thighs that seemed so right to nip and suck. She skipped quickly over the lower legs, down to the toes, which she sucked and kissed with relish. Kathy loved to suck on people's toes. "Oh, I can't stand that, it's too much!" Lenora giggled uncontrollably.
This made Kathy suck all the more, driving the dark woman wild with laughter. Finally, Kathy relented, working her mouth back up to the dark slash between Lenora's legs. "My mouth is watering," Kathy said.
She buried her head, diving into the succulent bush. Lenora's pussy was juicy wet, flowing with creamy liquid. Kathy began to lap it up, working her tongue inside the vagina. She ran her tongue along the roof of Lenora's love canal, whose pussy just got damper and damper.
"My clit," Lenora cried out. "Please, please touch it."
But Kathy's tongue continued to evade that little knob, instead making its way down to the ass-hole. She took little nips at the rectum.
"Please, I'm begging you," Lenora gasped.
Kathy looked up, her mouth dribbling with the wetness from Lenora's cunt. "You said you wanted to take it slow, dear."
"You're just a little tease," Lenora growled, squinting her eyes.
"And I suppose you're not?" Kathy quizzed as her lips once more tasted pussy.
"You can't tease me any longer." Lenora pushed Kathy off, down onto the floor. "We'll see who leaves who begging!"
Lenora grabbed her purse as she kept a foot on Kathy's back to hold her down. "You're going to like this, sweetie!" she said as she pulled a 12" dildo out of her bag. "The bitches in this town have been to soft on you, it's time to teach you a lesson."
Lenora strapped the dildo on as Kathy tried to see what was going on out of the corner of her eye, although she had already guessed, and her pussy was getting wet at the thought. Lenora kneeled down, her leg on the back of Kathy's neck. She grabbed Kathy's arm and twisted it around behind her, so that her hand could hold the dildo.
"You want it, I can tell," Lenora pressed harder on the back of Kathy's neck. "Say you want it, say it!"
"Yes, I do," Kathy whispered.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" Lenora asked as she pulled on Kathy's hair.
"Put ... put it in me."
Lenora tugged on her hair harder. "I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
"I said to ram it in me! Stick it in me! Now! Please!"
"Sure baby, sure." Lenora released Kathy's hair. "It needs some lubrication," she said as she stuck a finger up Kathy's slit. "Your pussy just isn't wet enough, smelly old thing."
"What, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to stick your fingers up my pussy, and use my wonderful juices. Then it'll slide right in, even your ugly clam."
Kathy reached into Lenora's cunt, then ran her damp fingers along the shaft of the dildo. "That seems good. I think it'll do."
"Bullshit," Lenora growled. "I think you're going to have to lick it."
Kathy ran her tongue along the plastic. She thought of her husband's meaty dick, and how she hadn't tasted another since he had died. "Is it ready now?"
"I think it'll do for the-likes of you!" Lenora pushed Kathy back down to the floor and then lifted her by the haunches. "Or maybe you'd like it up the ass. You seem like the type."
Kathy swallowed. She hadn't had anal sex in over 12 years, and she wasn't looking forward to having her flesh ripped apart by that massive dildo. But she was willing, she felt hot, she felt good. So many women in the town were too submissive. It was nice to experience a real aggressive bitch for a change. Kathy wagged her ass in the air, waiting for the dildo to enter whichever hole it pleased. And she waited. And waited. And waited.
When Kathy turned around, Lenora was gone. Totally gone. Her clothes were gone, her purse was gone, the dildo was gone. "What the hell is going on?" Kathy muttered to herself. "What the hell is going on?"
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The Winslow twins sped down the road on their twin motorcycles. It was Friday night, and they were looking for some action. April and May got money from a trust fund set up by their uncle. Each month they'd receive a thousand dollars. This month, they bought motorcycles.
"Man, this town is dead!" May shouted above the roar to April.
"What?" April shrugged, "I can't hear you."
"Look!" shouted May as a black Jaguar roared the opposite way down the highway. "We've got to check this out!"
The twins slowed down and turned their bikes in the opposite direction. "We'll never catch it!" April yelled. "It must be going around 100MPH!"
They were about to turn off, when May noticed that the car was slowing down. She sped ahead until she was even with the side of the car, and peered into the driver's window. April pulled up along the passenger's side.
The driver, with a long black lion's mane, peered out. May waved to her. The driver motioned for them to pull off at the next corner. The twins trailed the car as it slowed to a stop.
"Hot car, said May, as the driver rolled down the window. "We're the Winslow twins. I'm May, and that's April."
"Pleased to meet you. My name's Lenora."
"You here to liven things up a little?" May grinned.
"I'm going to try," Lenora smiled. "But I'm just passing through. Came to see an old friend of mine, Marsha Roberts. Do you know her?"
"Do we know her?" April shouted. "Do we know her?"
"I take it that means yes?" Lenora opened the car door and stepped out. "How do you know Marsha?" May asked.
Lenora shrugged. "We go way back."
"We can show you where she lives," April piped in. "Her trailer park is right over there," she pointed.
"Marsha lives in a trailer park?" Lenora removed her suede driving gloves. "Ah, how the mighty have fallen."
May looked at April, then at Lenora. "So, you want to go see her?"
"When I'm ready." Lenora tapped her hand with her gloves. "You girls good friends of
Marsha's?"
"Sure," said April, "Real good friends!"
"Wwweeellll," Lenora pivoted on her high-heeled boot. "Any friend of Marsha's is a friend of mine!"
"Are you famous?" asked May.
"Not really. I used to be. Marsha too." Lenora smiled. "And you, are the Winslow twins famous?"
"Naw," April shrugged. "We're just rich."
Lenora laughed. "What do you girls do for fun around here besides ride your motorcycles?"
"Oh, lots of different stuff."
"I'd like to meet some people." She eyed the twins closely. "Do you know any boys?"
"Sure. Lots of them," said April.
May looked at the ground. "They might be a little young for you."
"Oh no, that's fine. I like them young."
"Well," May mumbled, "I think they'll do just about anything you want, once they see your car."
"Fabulous," Lenora smiled. "Let's go!"
They drove along the highway for about Fifteen minutes, finally pulling off at a dirt road. Lenora followed the twin's motorcycles as the dirt road wound its way up the side of a steep hill. They reached the crest of the hill, from which there was a spectacular view of the valley and town below. Parked along the edge of the road were several old, rusty cars. Groups of denim-clad boys gathered around the approaching vehicles.
Lenora climbed out of the Jaguar as April and May unstrapped their helmets. Some of the boys whistled at the woman in her fur. May began with the introductions.
"This is Tommy, Jim, Fred, Leo, Rob, Hank, Rick, and over there, that's Howie, and Peter, and John, and Bruce."
Lenora eyed each boy carefully. "They're lovely, all of them."
The boys began to yell questions out at the twins and Lenora. "Shut up, you guys!" May yelled.
"Which one of you boys would like to go for a ride in my car?" Lenora smiled. The yelling began once more.
"Keep it down," screamed May, "or nobody's going!"
The boys quieted down once more. Lenora paced before them, thinking out loud. "Now there must be some way we can decide who will ride in the car in a fair manner. Let's see ... .What do you say we have a contest!"
"Yeah!" shouted April.
"I know," said Lenora, ignoring the suggestions shouted out by the boys. "I'll take the boy for a ride who has the biggest dick!
That seems fair to me. How do you boys feel?"
A hush fell over the crowd. A few boys walked away, but most pressed closer to Lenora and the car, shouting things like, "How you gonna find out?" and "What's in it for the winner?"
"I suggest," Lenora said, "that all you boys drop your pants and form a circle."
The boys quickly surrounded Lenora, the twins, and the Jaguar. They raced to unbuckle their pants and drop their shorts. The night was cold, but none of the boys seemed to mind in the least.
"What're you going to use to measure," blurted out May.
"Does anyone have a tape measure?" Lenora shouted. There were no replies. "Well then," she sighed, "I shall have to use my throat. Whoever can tickle my throat the deepest shall ride in my car. Boys," Lenora waved her arms like a conductor, "proceed in making yourselves hard!"
There began furious stroking all around the circle, as the boys proceeded to pull, squeeze, and pump their dicks until they were erect. Lenora pivoted in a circle. "Is everybody ready?"
"Yes!" responded an enthusiastic chorus. "I shall begin with you." Lenora approached a tall, slender, pimply boy. "What is your name."
"Freddie."
"Well, good luck to you, Freddie." Lenora took out a white handkerchief and wiped her mouth before she let her lips touch the boy's rock-hard boner. A loud whoop went up all around as her mouth descended over Freddie's manhood. Freddie blushed, turning a dark red.
Lenora rose, wiping her mouth off once more. "Thank you, Freddie. Next please."
She proceeded to make her way around the circle. One boy, Rick, shot off a load in Lenora's mouth as she was sizing up his cock. He was immediately disqualified. Lenora rose up, angry.
"If anyone else plans to duplicate that boy's actions, then the contest shall be off!"
The remaining boys shouted promises to be good, and the contest continued.
"You know who's going to win, don't you?" April whispered to May. "Hank has got the biggest dick in the county."
"I know, but who would want him?" May made a face. "He's gross!"
Lenora had almost completed the circle when she came to Leo. She ran her arms down his broad, muscular shoulders, then grabbed his meaty rod. She looked up at the boy as her mouth devoured his throbbing member.
As she got to her feet, Lenora announced, "Leo is the winner!"
The boys who had yet to be touched let out a tremendous roar, crying about the sudden decision. Hank stepped forward.
"Are you saying that Leo's dick is bigger than mine?" He kicked the dirt. "If you are, then you're telling a lie. It's not true."
"Yes," Lenora strode up to the boy until they were face to face. "But you're too ugly to ride in my car."
CHAPTER THREE
The Jaguar sped down the highway at speeds of over 100 MPH. Wild Lenora was at the wheel with fire alive in her eyes. Leo was in the passenger's seat, his pants down around his ankles. Lenora only had one hand on the steering wheel. The other hand lay on Leo's cock. She ran her long, thin fingers up and down the lad's hard member. Leo moaned, a silly grin on his face. Lenora kept looking down at his dick and smiling.
"Jesus!" shouted Leo, as they came inches away from sideswiping another car. "Keep your eyes on the road, will you?"
"My eyes are right where they belong," Lenora cooed. "It's got such nice, beautiful veins, your dick. It looks so nice. I can't help it if my eyes have to constantly take it in."
Lenora turned the wheel just in time to make a sharp curve in the road. Leo screamed once more as the car skidded on the shoulder of the road. The dick that had been throbbing in Lenora's hand began to wilt.
"What's the matter, boy? Is something wrong?" Lenora growled at the youth.
"I ... I ... You drive so recklessly, that's all." Leo let out a breath of air.
"You don't like my driving? Or is it that you don't like me?" Lenora shook the now totally flaccid pud in her fingers. "I want an answer now, boy!"
Leo's leg began to tremble and quake. "I like you fine. You're one fine woman. It's just, well, couldn't we pull off somewhere and, y'know, take it easy?"
"You don't like fast living, do you, boy? Tell me, is your father a farmer?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with it?"
"I hate farmers." Lenora hissed. "I hate hayseeds."
"I can get out, if you want." Leo reached for the door. "I don't mind at all!"
"Sure, fine. Jump out of my car at I OOMPH," Lenora's face softened. She looked at Leo's muscular chest, running her fingers across his coarse, brown hair. "You really are a beautiful boy, Leo. Very pretty."
"Thanks, I guess."
Lenora slowed her machine down and turned down a deserted side street. "Tell me, is this a good place to park, Leo?"
"Fine," he said as he reached for the door and opened it. "Thanks for the ride," he said as he leaned into the car. "Maybe I'll see you around some time."
He started away from the car at a brisk walk. "Where the hell are you going?" Lenora screamed out the window. "You think you're leaving?" She stepped on the gas and followed him down the street in her car.
Leo turned off the road and headed across a bumpy field, too bumpy for Lenora's car to follow. Lenora screeched to a halt and jumped out the door. Leo began to trot away. He was a good fifty yards ahead of her.
"This is your last chance," Lenora shouted, hands on her hips. "Come back now, and all is forgiven."
Leo turned around and gave Lenora the finger. He laughed as he trotted off to the trees beyond the field. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lenora begin to chase him.
She closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Leo considered himself one of the fastest runners in the school, he was on the track team, but he'd never seen anybody sprint as fast as Lenora was now. He began to run as hard as he could, flying between the trees. He zigged and zagged, hoping to lose the stranger over the familiar terrain.
But he didn't dare look back. He'd seen how fast she could move. Finally when he was about to collapse, he reached the edge of a clearing, and he stopped head between his knees, gasping for air. He raised his head and looked back. He could see nothing.
"Shit," he said, scratching his head and smiling. "What a crazy broad!"
He was about to leave, when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. He felt warm breath blowing into his ear as a voice said, "You've been a bad boy, Leo. You know what happens to bad boys, don't you?"
Leo closed his eyes. He was afraid to turn around and face the woman he had run so far to escape. "Don't hurt me," he whispered. "I'll do anything. Please don't hurt me."
"You'll do anything, all right," Lenora chuckled. "I told you I liked you, and I always make sure I get what I want!"
Lenora ran her arms over his shoulders. She caressed his chest and back. "You're so strong," she said, as she slipped his denim jacket off. "Is it from lifting all those bales of hay?"
Hope rose in Leo that maybe things would turn out OK after all. Lenora proceeded to literally tear his shirt off his back. In one motion the buttons went flying into the air, and Leo was naked from the chest up. The cool night air gave him goose bumps, and a shiver went down his spine.
"Are you cold dear?" Lenora cooed as she licked the edge of his earlobe. "I can warm you up. Would you like me to do that?"
Leo nodded. He stood as still as a statue, his eyes still closed. Whack! She hit him across the back with a long, slender tree branch. Whack! Leo could feel drops of blood oozing down his back. Whack! He wanted to cry out, he wanted to mo, but he was afraid, so he bit his lip and remained motionless, tears running down his cheeks.
Lenora smiled to herself as she raised the crop for her next stroke. She was a person who admired strength, and she liked the way this boy held up to whipping. "His father probably whips him whenever he's bad, damn farmers," Lenora thought as she eagerly brought down the next stroke.
She raised her arm again, watching Leo's back muscles get tense in anticipation of her next stroke. She held the wood above her head, waiting. Leo began to squirm,, shifting from toe to toe. "Come on, damn you," he whispered. "Do it!"
Lenora caught the words that the boy had muttered, and they delighted her. She brought the whip down with a vengeance this time, specks of blood flew up into her face. "You like it, don't you?"
Leo had whimpered at the last stroke, he began to cough. "What are you, crazy?" he gasped.
Lenora's eyes widened. "Don't say that," she said as the whip fell once more against the lad, "Don't you ever call me that!"
Leo could take no more. He fell to his knees. Lenora dropped the whip and approached him. Her lips came to his back, and her tongue ran along the red grooves in Leo's back. The salty saliva stung his wounds. He dropped his head to the ground, his mind reeling.
"Be good now," Lenora whispered. "Don't make a sound, and then I'll be good to you. OK?" She licked up the salty blood, letting the exquisite taste linger in her mouth.
"OK, yes," Leo nodded, and he patiently held on as Lenora finished licking and kissing all of his wounds. She proceeded to take some alcohol from her purse and cleaned them. Leo twitched and moaned under the stinging liquid, but he managed not to utter one word of protest.
After Lenora had finished, she grabbed the boy by the waist and helped him to his feet. She turned him around so he was facing her, and ran her fingers through his short, wavy hair.
"You should let your hair grow a bit," she smiled. "You'd look lovely with your head framed with your dark locks of hair."
Leo said nothing. He stared at the ground. He couldn't bring himself to meet her glance. Lenora picked up his chin and stroked his tough beard.
"Look at me, Leo, look into my eyes. Now!" Leo's head snapped up at the order, his eyes immediately meeting hers. He could see nothing but black where her eyes should be in the moonlight.
"Very good," Lenora smiled at him. "I think you are beginning to understand our relationship. You realize that you can't escape me, run away, or outfight me?"
Leo nodded. "I don't know that you're stronger than me, though." he added meekly.
"Would you like me to demonstrate?"
Lenora glared.
"No, I believe you." Leo stared at the ground once more.
"Yes, I think you might." Lenora began to circle him. "But we can have no room for doubt. No room at all." She looked at his eyes, which continued to look down. "You seem fascinated by the ground, Leo. Is it dirt that you like? You are a farmer, after all, it's in your blood."
Leo immediately shot his gaze up into the trees. "No, no," Said Lenora, "There's no use pretending that you don't love the ground." She grabbed his arm and looked at his hands. "They're covered with dirt. You love dirt, don't you?"
She began to twist his arm. He tried to break her grip, but what she had said was true, she was stronger than him. Leo had to fall to his knees so that she would not break his arm.
Lenora raised her leg and rested a boot on his shoulder. She rubbed the leather side against his head. "Kiss it," she commanded. "Kiss my boot."
Leo turned his head and touched his lips to the black leather. "Lick it," Lenora demanded. "You have to lick it clean."
Leo swallowed, but proceeded to do as he had been told. She had broken him. There was not one ounce of protest left in his body. He ran his tongue up and down the sides, swallowing the little bits of dirt and grime that rested there.
"Now, the bottoms," Lenora said as she pushed him onto his back. Leo felt pain as he landed on his sore, red welts, but held his pain in. "Lick those bottoms clean," she said as she held the boot in his face. "I want them to shine!"
Leo's tongue immediately went about its task. He ran his tongue up and down the arch of the boot, licking and kissing the three inch heels. His face was soon covered with dirt, but when he completed his job, Lenora's boot did indeed shine.
"Very good," she said as she threw him a tissue to wipe his face clean. "Now I believe you understand our relationship completely. You know what you are now, don't you?"
Leo nodded
Lenora smiled.
"I am your master. You are my slave. You will obey my every command, and if you are a good slave and perform all your tasks efficiently, then I shall reward you." Lenora looked at the boy in the eyes. "That seems clear enough, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Leo whispered.
"Now then, you shall pleasure me. Drop your pants."
Leo undid his pants as quickly as he could, and in an instant he was naked under the moonlight Lenora reached down and tugged on his limp organ. "You will pleasure me," she repeated.
Leo tried with all his willpower to make his flaccid pud grow. Never before in his young life had he had any problems of this kind. But never before had he been in a situation that remotely resembled this one.
Lenora continued to tug on the boy's member, with no response. She began to tap her foot. "I am getting impatient," she scowled.
"I'm trying, honest I am!" Leo cried out. "Let me try."
Lenora stood with her arms folded as the lad pulled and stroked on his cock. After a moment, it began to grow. Lenora's eyes widened. Her tongue darted out from between her lips, and ran across them. She lowered her head down to the growing dick and began to kiss it. Leo let his hand drop and Lenora went to work.
Her tongue ran its way around the tip of his cock. She let tiny droplets of saliva fall from her lips to lubricate the shaft. She nipped and chewed lightly on the sides, then plunged her tongue in the opening where the sperm came out.
She was a master, okay, Leo had had blow j's before from some of the girls in school, but nothing he had ever experienced compared to this. Lenora, with her tickling, kissing, and stroking, would bring him to the point of climax, and then stop, and let his passion, and his semen, slide back down inside him once more. She knew in an instant what he liked and what he didn't.
And then she began to lower her mouth around the entire shaft. Leo's cock was a good sized one, eight inches, but Lenora swallowed it all down as if it were the size of a toothpick. He could feel his penis's tip sliding down her throat, slipping in and out as she worked her mouth up and down.
He had never had a woman deep throat him before. He had tried to get some of the girls to do it that he'd been with, but they were all either unwilling, or unable. Nancy Pullero had gagged when she shoved it down, and Jackie Smythe had gotten sick to her stomach.
Lenora liked to suck cocks. She loved the way they would bounce around in her mouth as she bent them down, how she could feel the blood fill them up, and how the semen would explode in spurts; there was always a little drop left of the tip of the cock no matter how long you swallowed.
Yes, she decided, it was time to taste some of her slave's milky cum. She began to bob up and down on his dick like there was no tomorrow, and the boy began to moan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
"Yes," he whimpered, "God, my god, do it! Do it to me!"
The white fluid erupted, hitting the roof of her mouth. Her entire mouth was soon full of the salty cum as the boy shot load after load out his shaft. She swallowed it down, she swallowed it all down, and continued to suck.
Leo couldn't stand the stimulation on his dick any longer. He had just had the greatest orgasm of his young life, and he now needed to rest a moment before any further stimulation, so he tried to push Lenora's head away, off his dick.
Lenora glared up at him with an angry scowl. "I'm the one in charge here, I say when we start, and I say when we stop."
She rose from her knees, shaking her head. "I thought you understood now, Leo. I thought you were going to be good."
Fear once more filled Leo's eyes. "I was trying, it's just that I couldn't take it anymore, I want to be good!"
Lenora got a sad look in her eyes. "I realize that you're doing the best you can, but you're simply going to have to do better. You've just got to develop some discipline!" she said as she reached into her purse.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Leo whined.
"Then you are ready to continue?"
"Yes, oh yes!" Leo crossed his fingers, hoping he had escaped the dark woman's wrath.
"Touch your toes for me, Leo. You can do that, can't you?"
Leo quickly bent over, eager to please Lenora. He waited, his fingers against the moist ground. Lenora rested a hand on his ass, squeezing his cheeks, pinching them.
"You've got a beautiful ass!" she said as she patted it.
Leo began to smile, but the smile froze on his face as he felt Lenora apply some lubrication to the crack of his ass. The cold jelly against his rectum filled him with fear. He didn't want to think about what might possibly come next.
"You're such a pretty boy. Such a pretty ass." Lenora pulled his ass cheeks apart. Leo felt a large rounded object pressing against his rectum. A dildo! He started a protest, but then realizing the position he was in, decided he had better take whatever she was about to give him.
"That's right," Lenora cooed. "You just relax and enjoy this, I know you will. If you don't, I'll just have to do it harder."
The tip of the dildo slipped its way in between his bunghole. The pain that filled him almost made him shout, but he was able to hold his anguish back. And then it was gone. Lenora let the dildo rest, and Leo felt that it wasn't too bad. She wasn't going to go any further until his muscles relaxed a bit. The pain was only slight, the kind that you could enjoy.
As Leo's sphincter muscle loosened, Lenora began to inch the enormous dildo in, inch by inch. A warm tingling filled Leo's body, and he found that he could get used to, and enjoy taking it from the rear. Soon the entire dildo was submerged up Leo's virgin ass.
Lenora grabbed Leo's hips, and began to slide the plastic rod slowly in and out of his puckered ass-hole. Leo was grunting and groaning, enjoying the strange mixture of pain and pleasure that his mistress was applying. He loved the sensation of having something sliding in and out. He felt like he was almost a different person.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Leo?" Lenora asked. "It's not too much for you now, is it?"
"No, mistress. I am fine."
"Good, I'm so glad!" she said as she slipped the dildo in and out one last time.
Leo stayed down on his knees, facing the ground, waiting for his mistress' next command. Lenora had had enough of fucking the boy, now it was her turn. "Roll over," she commanded. "Onto your back!"
Leo instantly complied. He watched as Lenora undid her leather pants and let them fall to her ankles. She removed her silk blouse, and soon she was standing above him, straddling him, stark naked. She lowered her black bush to his face.
"Lick me. Kiss me. Please me!" she demanded.
Leo proceeded to stick his nose into her pussy. He was shocked to find it dripping wet, and instantly his face was covered with her lush juices. It pleased him to know that she had been turned on by the things she had done to him.
"Mmmmm, Ohhhh," Lenora began to moan. "Yes, I like that!"
Leo was stroking her clitty with two of his fingers, alternating them rhythmically. He tried to copy her style, doing the things to her that she had done to him during the blow-job. He alternated his pace, first fast, then slow. He wanted to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible, and to make her orgasm as good as he possibly knew how.
Lenora decided to switch positions, so she lay on her back and had the boy dive into her muff. He moved his fingers down from her clit to her ass-hole, and wondered if her cheeks had recently been spread the way his had tonight. His fingers were replaced by his tongue on her clitoris.
She was beating the ground with her arms now, wild, spastic motions. Her back was arched, pointing to the starry sky. He was only aware of her, how each touch and caress pleased her, provoked her, sent shivers up and down her spine. She was about to come he knew that. The juices from her pussy were oozing all about him, drenching her thighs with their wetness. He found he was able to slide his head up and down along her thighs, caressing them with his cheeks while continuing to kiss and lick her clit with his mouth.
One more instant, he knew, and she would explode. But she stopped him. "I want you to fuck me now," she said, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. "Fuck me, baby, long and hard!"
Leo needed no urging. His erect cock had been digging a hole into the ground he had been laying on. It was at attention, dying for more action.
"What position would you like?" he asked, leaving his hand on her clit, continuing to flick her knob.
Each flick made Lenora tremble. "Doggy-style," she was barely able to spit out. "I want it from behind!! ! "
She eagerly rolled over onto her knees, and Leo's dick stood at the edge of her love canal. He waited a moment before putting it in. He realized that she was no longer thinking about who was in control He could do whatever he wanted, and he wanted to make her beg. It was her turn to beg. So he kept his massive dick just inches away from her juicy love-box.
His hand reached around her thigh and once more found her love-knob. Leo stroked Lenora's clitty until she was literally screaming at the top of her lungs, waiting in anticipation of the cock she so desperately needed, the cock that would put her over the edge, into the bliss, the creamy bliss of orgasm.
"Put it in! Put it in! Put it in!" she yelled repeatedly.
Still Leo would not relent and give the writhing woman the pleasure of his cock. He knew how much she wanted it now, each stroke of her clit made her want it, need it more. He had groveled before, now he would wait for her to do the same.
Lenora began to grunt and moan like an animal. She wiggled her ass, trying to entice that cock to its proper home, but Leo had other ideas. He reached for the dildo with his free hand that was lying on the grass. It was still sticky and wet from its previous use. He looked at it, startled at the size of it, trying to imagine that the entire shaft had recently been submerged up his ass.
Leo brought the dildo to Lenora's velvety smooth ass. He bent down and gave a quick kiss to her quivering bung-hole before he began to work the plastic pipe in. Her rectum quickly loosened, and almost instantly was able to take the plastic rod entirely.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lenora was tearing grass out with her clenched hands as she slid under Leo's masterly maneuvers.
He worked the dildo in and out with his hand, the other still resting on her clit, but only stroking it periodically. He didn't want her to come too soon. Not yet. He still had another hole he was planning to fill.
Lenora was begging for it now. "Please, please, please. I'll do anything, anything!" She was whimpering like a baby. "Let me cum. Please let me cum!"
Leo smiled. He finally had the black-haired siren where he wanted, at least for the moment. He plunged his trembling penis into her lush, moist cunt. He worked the dildo in and out of her ass-hole at the same time. He also stroked her clit. It was like riding a bucking mare. She violently jerked this way and that, totally absorbed by the pleasure he was giving to her.
Leo himself was getting hot. He knew it wasn't going to be much longer before he himself would shoot his load. It was time to end it. Lenora was pounding the ground, throwing her head back in total, wonderful, lustful ecstasy.
Leo was giving her everything she had hoped for. She knew he was the right choice when she had picked him from all the boys. She somehow had the ability to size people up sexually in an instant, so she knew Leo would have the maturity to please her and not just worry about getting his own rocks off.
An explosion of fire filled her body from head to toe. The center of these eruptions came from her vagina. It began to contract like mad. Leo felt the tight pulses around his cock, and it was too much for him. He too exploded, shooting a creamy load deep inside her, filling her up.
They both collapsed on the cool damp grass.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Did you hear the news?" April Winslow ran up to her twin sister May. "Leo Summers has disappeared, hasn't been in school all week, his parents don't know where he is!" May Winslow scratched her head. "Do you think Lenora had something to do with it?"
"What do you think?" April said, giving her sister a condescending look
"I don't know. What else could have happened? But what could she have done to him."
"Maybe she killed him and dumped his body in a river or something!! " April said excitedly.
"Sure, right." May picked up her backpack full of books. "Well, do you still want to head over there?"
"I wouldn't miss seeing Lenora for the world!"
April closed her locker and zipped up her jacket. They stopped in the girl's lav to check themselves out before leaving the school They'd been seeing Lenora afternoons for over a week now, and they both loved it. Lenora was new and exciting, she was constantly introducing them to new things they'd never seen before.
The twins made their way out to their motorcycles in the parking lot. Lenora had been staying at the motel off the expressway. She still hadn't talked or approached Marsha Roberts, the gym teacher, and had sworn the twins not to tell Marsha that she was in town.
Marsha saw the twins climbing on their bikes from her office window. They hadn't been to see her all week, and previously they had never spent more than two days apart. She decided to go out to the parking lot and have a talk with April and May, find out just what was going on.
"Hey guys," Marsha said as she walked across the gravel lot. "You two haven't been in practice all week. Is something wrong."
April stared down at her helmet, unwilling to speak.
"Oh yeah," May said, eyeing Marsha coldly, "We've been meaning to tell you. We're quitting the field hockey team."
"But why?" Marsha pleaded. "You two are the stars of the team. All-county. Is anything the matter?"
"Naw," May shrugged. "We've just found something better to do with our time than to hang around with you."
"April?" Marsha whispered. "You too?"
April nodded, her gaze still fixed on the motorcycle helmet, "unh-huh," she said.
"No explanations?" Marsha said.
"What do you want from us?" May shouted. "Why don't you just go away and leave us alone. We don't owe you anything, so bug off!"
Marsha covered her mouth, trying to hold back her tears. "Not even an explanation?"
The girls answered their gym coach with silence. They strapped on their helmets and rode off, never looking back. Marsha turned and went back to her office. She strode into the gym, the other girls on the field hockey team were waiting for practice to begin.
"I'm sorry," Marsha blurted out, "Practice for today has been cancelled. I'm sorry."
The girls let out a whoop of joy at the news of being spared their normal afternoon workout. Marsha, shoulders slumped, trod back to her office.
As soon as she sat down in her office chair, she could no longer hold back all the feelings that were seething inside her. She buried her head in her arms, resting them on the desk, and sobbed. And sobbed. There was no holding back the tears once she let go. The papers on her desk were soon soaked by her tears.
She could hear the giggling and joke-telling going on in the locker room, and that seemed to only compound her misery. Marsha felt so alone. April and May had become such a big part of her life. She had come to expect to spend afternoons after practice with them. They had always seemed so eager, so loving. And then just to have it suddenly stop. It was all too much. If only she knew why. On top of everything else, she was their teacher, and she worried about them, that they might be heading down the path to deep trouble. Marsha tried to wipe her eyes clean of the wet tears.
Her crying was interrupted by a knock at the door. She quickly darted over to the mirror and tried to fix her face the best she could. Her eyes were so red! The knock was repeated, and Marsha pulled the door open.
"Yes, can I help you?"
A beautiful, auburn-haired woman strode into the office. Marsha felt her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She'd seen this woman once or twice before, downtown, in the shopping district, but she couldn't quite place her.
The woman wheeled about effortlessly on her four-inched spiked heels, and extended her hand to Marsha. "Hello," she smiled brightly. "I'm Kathy O'Brien, Jennifer O'Brien's mother."
Marsha looked the curvaceous beauty up and down. To Marsha, she seemed like a gift from the Gods. Her beautiful, striking face was highlighted by her full red mouth. Her ample breasts were spilling out of her tight low-cut blouse. She had perhaps the most perfect ass Marsha had ever seen.
"Hello," Marsha took her hand and shook it, her fingers lingering on the woman's palm, giving them a gentle stroke. "I'm Marsha Roberts. Won't you please sit down?"
Kathy glided across the office floor and gracefully placed those delicious buns in the chair opposite Marsha's desk. She opened a cigarette case and pulled one out "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"No, of course not. What can I do for you, Mrs. O'Brien?"
"Call me Kathy, please." she said as she lit her cigarette. "It's about Jennifer."
Marsha tapped her fingers on the desk nervously. Had Jennifer said something to her mother? Was her mother going to bust her for fooling around with the students?
"Jennifer's a lovely girl," Marsha smiled sweetly. "She's really coming along this year, really opening up."
Kathy noticed for the first time the redness around Marsha's eyes. "Oh," she said, stamping out her cigarette. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I've come at a bad time for you. I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, really. Please stay." Marsha wiped her eyes once more. "It's been a rough day, and you're the best thing in it so far."
"Thank you," Kathy shifted in her seat.
"So tell me, why have you come here."
Kathy looked at the strong woman sitting behind the desk. Marsha, even though her face was puffy and red, looked beautiful to her. Kathy liked strong women, and Marsha fit the bill. She had strong, muscular shoulders, but not too wide or big. She still was very womanly. Kathy thought that maybe her visit would result in more than she had anticipated.
"Jennifer told me what you've done," she finally blurted out after she realized she'd been staring at Marsha's firm tits.
Marsha froze. This woman obviously knew what was going on. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to make of her. What did she want?
Kathy continued. "Jennifer's been like a different person since last week. She's no longer spending all her time alone with me at my boutique. I think it's wonderful. She's really starting to grow up!"
Marsha raised her eyebrows. Perhaps Jennifer didn't tell her mother everything. "But Kathy looks like such a hot number," Marsha thought. "She must know what's going on. How could she be so blind. Or maybe she does know."
Marsha was starting to sweat a little. She didn't really feel scared any longer. Just nervous. And excited. She noticed a tingling sensation emanating from her loins.
"I don't mean to be rude, Kathy, but what is it you want from me?" Marsha finally managed to say.
"I think you know." Kathy smiled, licking her lips. "I'm a business woman, I don't-have much time to spend with my daughter. She's been a somewhat neglected child, I must admit." Kathy paused to light another cigarette.
Marsha still didn't know what the comely red-head had in mind, but her panties were becoming wetter and wetter nonetheless.
Kathy continued, "Jennifer needs special care at this time in her life, someone to show her the ropes, so to speak. I want that person to be you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Marsha swallowed, still not quite sure she was catching Kathy's drift "I'm not quite sure," she managed to spit out
"Jennifer told me how you've helped other girls discover themselves. I want you to help Jennifer along the same lines. She needs to be awakened sexually. You get me now, don't you."
Marsha's mouth dropped open for an instant, but she quickly regained her composure. "Yes. I do believe that I understand."
The two women seemed to relax more.
"I had to meet you in person," Kathy continued. "I had to know if you were everything my daughter said you were. And now that I've met you, I can see that she didn't exaggerate one bit." Kathy smiled at the gym teacher.
"I'm flattered. Thank you." Marsha hadn't felt so good in weeks. "I always try to look out for my kids, do what's right for them. And I think Jennifer's a lovely girl."
"Well, she's even lovelier right now." Kathy grinned. "We spent all day today shopping for clothes and getting her a more mature look. She's even got contact lenses. She's right outside, waiting. Would you like to meet the new Jennifer?"
Marsha's mouth watered. "Yes," she gasped, "I would."
Kathy swung the door open and popped her head out. "Jennifer?" she called out. "I'd like you to come join us now."
Through the door strolled Jennifer. Marsha felt her eyes pop out of her head. This couldn't be the same mousy girl that had been in her gym class for the last three years. Marsha had seen potential inside Jennifer, but she had never in her wildest dreams imagined that such a total transformation was possible. She was in awe of the exquisite creature that stood before her.
"Hello," Jennifer smiled. She reached her hand out. Marsha sensed new confidence in the girl, oozing from her every pore. No longer did she stare at her shoes and shift her weight from foot to foot. There was a gleam in her eye, a hunger.
"I can't believe it," Marsha said. "You're ravishing! I'm most impressed!"
"Thank you," Jennifer smiled.
Marsha took her by the hands. "Let me look at you!" she said, her eyes running up and down the pale beauty.
Jennifer had a classic face, with make-up, it looked perfect. Her eyes were no longer masked by the thick glasses, Marsha could now look into her cool, responsive, green eyes. Her lips were much fuller and luscious with the pale lipstick she now wore. Marsha felt they were perhaps the most kissable lips she had ever seen.
Jennifer wore a tight white blouse, which was sleeveless. She had never before had the courage to expose even her elbows before this day. Peeking through the sheer material Marsha could clearly make out the curved outlines of her firm, young breasts. The nipples stood at attention, making a dark circle beneath the white material.
She wore a mini-skirt. Her legs that had seemed so skinny and awkward looked elegant and graceful in her black, lace stockings. The mini-skirt showed off Jennifer's full, rounded hips to their best advantage. And completing her outfit were black, open-toed heels, which Jennifer moved in marvelously. They gave her leg a new, breath-taking arch. Marsha wanted those legs to be wrapped around her neck.
Kathy O'Brien beamed as she watched the gym teacher admire her daughter. She had always hoped that Jennifer would one day break out of her shell, and when her daughter had come to her the night before, asking her help, she knew that it was finally going to happen.
"Do you think the kids in school will like me better now?" Jennifer asked.
"They've always liked you, Jennifer," Marsha said. "You yourself just have to realize that."
"You mean things are going to be the same?" Jennifer began to pout.
"No dear," Marsha smiled. "With your change in appearance, you're sending a signal to all your classmates that there's something different, something new about you. Everybody is going to be curious, approaching you to find out what it is, what you have to say."
"That sounds wonderful," Jennifer grinned. "I couldn't go on the way I was."
"I've got to be going now," Kathy O'Brien said, looking at her watch. "I've got an appointment in fifteen minutes."
"But we just got here!" Jennifer cried. "I don't want to go right now. I want to stay with Marsha, and with you!"
"Now honey," Kathy hugged her daughter, "You can stay with Marsha as long as you like. Just call me when you want to come home, and I'll pick you up."
"But Mom, don't go." The child held onto her Mother's waist.
Marsha had been standing back, watching the beautiful mother and daughter, wondering which one she wanted more. She knew that she would have to have them both. She reached out and put her hand on Kathy's shoulder, massaging her collarbone.
"Isn't there some way you could stay, Kathy? It's obvious that Jennifer would rather have you here, and so would I."
Kathy felt the strong, firm hand and reached up to touch Marsha's fingers. "Well, I suppose I could call and postpone my appointment."
Jennifer watched as her mother spun slowly around to face the woman behind her. Kathy put her arms around Marsha and pulled her close, covering the coach's mouth with her own. rfer tongue slid deep into Marsha's mouth. The gym teacher responded with equal fervor, grabbing the widowed mother's firm buns and working them up and down.
Kathy reached for the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, this is Mrs. O'Brien. Could you please inform Mr. Dunleavy that I will not be able to make my appointment with him this afternoon. Please reschedule him for sometime tomorrow. Thank you." She placed the phone down. "That's that," she said as she pulled Marsha to her once more.
The two women kissed and stroked each other. Jennifer felt herself becoming the watcher once again. She backed into a corner, tears began to spill from her eyes.
Kathy and Marsha were too absorbed in each other to take notice of the girl. Kathy lifted the gym teacher's t-shirt and massaged her tits, sucking on the tender nipples. Marsha arched her back and ran her fingers through her own hair, grinding her hips with lust.
Jennifer turned away from the two women and tried to find something in the office to fix her attention on. She tried to block out the moans and grunts of passion. She edged over to the corner and stood there, facing the cinderblock walls. She placed her hand on the cool, gray stone. She wanted to feel warm flesh, but she felt that perhaps it would always be this way. Now that she had found the courage to participate in sex, she was no longer wanted.
Then she felt a hand slide around her stomach. It slid down, rubbing her thighs, working it's under way her mini-skirt. She tried to turn around to see, but another hand covered her eyes.
"Crying, baby?" she heard the reassuring sound of her mother's voice. "Did you think we'd leave you out?"
Jennifer felt a warm glow fill her from head to toe. She pressed herself against her mother, rubbing her velvet ass against Kathy's thigh.
Jennifer turned to her mother, reached out to stroke her hair. "I've always loved your body, Mom. It's so beautiful. I've always been a little jealous of you, I guess."
Her mother's lips kissed her eyes. Kathy licked her daughter's closed eyes, her tongue running from eyelid to eyelash. Then she blew on the young girl's eyes. The cool shiver Jennifer felt made her smile. She giggled. Her mother continued kissing her daughter, lapping up the salty tears, finally landing her lips on Jennifer's mouth.
Jennifer had never kissed someone before in her entire young life. Not a real kiss. A lover's kiss. And now her mother was kissing her that way. Things had been changing so quickly for her in the last week. She knew that there was no turning back from this point, but she had no intention to stop.
Kathy's hungry lips covered her daughter's mouth. She tasted the sweet taste of her daughter's inexperienced tongue. She loved Jennifer, she wanted the best for her, and right now, she was going to give it to her.
Marsha put a hand on both the mother and the daughter. "There've been too many tears in this office today, what do you say we strip down and have some fun in the showers?"
Instantly, Kathy and Jennifer were naked. Marsha paused to study the similarity in the naked mother and daughter's bodies. They were more alike then the Winslow twins. And more loving.
She led the two down the corridor to the showers. The locker rooms were empty, she had made sure of that fact this time. Marsha even locked the door. "Now we can relax a little," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't know," Jennifer smiled. "It would do a lot of girls good to have the same experience that I had."
Marsha spanked the giggling girl once on her tender ass. She enjoyed the feeling so much that she ran after the trotting girl to feel those tender buns once more. She playfully squeezed them, slipping a finger between the cheeks.
Jennifer squealed in surprise. She sprinted ahead of the two women and ran into the shower room. She proceeded to turn on all six showers. By the time Marsha and Kathy arrived, arm in arm, Jennifer was all lathered up.
"This looks like fun," Kathy beamed. "I like it wet."
She ran under the showers, spreading her arms and letting the water fall upon her heaving, tingling tits. Marsha grabbed a bar of soap and ran it across the red-head's slinky body. She was soon pressed up against the young mother's full bosom. The two women's tits pressed against each other, sliding back and forth, lubricated by the slippery soap.
Jennifer came up behind Marsha and grabbed her buttocks. She reached a hand down and slid it under, feeling the gym teacher's luscious cunt. It felt so good to touch another woman's pussy, to feel her finger sliding in and out between another woman's tender lips. She thought back to when she had watched Marsha fooling around with the Winslow twins, and tried to think of some of the things they had done with each other. She slid her hand up higher, trying to touch Marsha's clit.
"Take it easy, tiger," Marsha said to Jennifer, pushing her hand away. "A cunt isn't the only source of pleasure on a woman's body."
"But it's the best!" Kathy giggled. "Come here, honey, why don't you diddle with mine."
Jennifer approached her mother's furry red bush. Her mother's attitude toward her had changed so much. She now seemed free to laugh and joke with Jennifer. "Maybe," Jennifer thought, "It's because she knows that I like women too. She never used to mention sex at all. Maybe she thought I wouldn't understand."
Jennifer's finger landed instantly on her mother's pleasure spot. She would show her mother she understood, alright! Kathy O'Brien pursed her lips and moaned. "Yes, baby, yes," she said. "Make me feel good all over."
Jennifer ran her fingers up and down her mother's thighs. They were so pale and soft, just like hers. She lay her head on her mother's stomach, pressing, nuzzling close, all the while diddling her mother's clit with her free hand.
Marsha looked at the mother and daughter embrace and sink to the floor. She watched the water bounce off their gleaming, luscious bodies, and decided it was time to add to their fun. She darted back to her office and pulled a long thick object from the bottom drawer of her desk.
It was a pulsating showerhead, the kind you could move around freely, at the end of a long hose. Marsha ran back to the shower room and hooked it up to the nearest shower.
In an instant, the water was spilling out of the pulsating head. It was long and thick, about 9 inches. She ran her finger over the spray of water that spilled out of the side, and she smiled.
Jennifer and Kathy were locked in a sixty-nine position, mother on the bottom, daughter on top. Kathy's face was buried in Jennifer's dripping muff. Marsha could tell by watching that she was a wonderful pussy-eater. Jennifer wasn't doing too badly herself, inexperienced as she was. She worked a finger in and out of her mother's tight love-box as she nibbled on the erect blood-filled clitty.
Marsha crouched down in front of Jennifer. The girl gasped when she saw the pulsating nozzle in her teacher's hand. Marsha put a finger to her lips and motioned for the girl to be quiet. She then proceeded to lower the spewing head to the level of Kathy's pussy. Jennifer spread her mother's cunt lips, and Marsha worked the shaft into Kathy's throbbing cunt.
Kathy's eyes widened as she felt the walls of her vagina wide open to accommodate the thick, watery shower-head. For a moment she thought it had just been Jennifer slipping another finger or two up inside her pussy. Then she thought that it was a dildo being shoved inside her. Finally, as she felt the spray of water hit deep inside her, she began to buck and thrash across the slippery floor, deep in the t' ,ws of ecstasy. She knew it was a pulsating shower-head, but her brain was too filled with lust to think about it.
"And that feels good?" Jennifer asked Marsha, her eyes looking on unbelieving as Marsha worked the meaty shaft in and out of the gushing-wet slit.
"What do you think?" Marsha smiled. "Why don't you ask your mother."
Jennifer looked at her mother's face. Her tongue kept licking her lips over and over again. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her brow furrowed. Jennifer thought that it almost looked like she was in pain.
"How does it feel, Mom?" she innocently asked.
Kathy began to laugh at such a ridiculous question. She could barely get any words out, it felt so good. "It's wonderful," she managed to gasp. "Just wonderful."
Jennifer turned back to watch the meaty rod slide in and out. She had never before even heard of such a thing existing, and never would she have guessed that it would give so much pleasure to a woman.
"Tickle her clit," Marsha said to Jennifer, who in her shock had stopped. "That'll send her to the limits."
Gently, Jennifer brought her mouth down to her mother's slit. Her tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, caressing the little nub. The water from the shower-head splashed against her face, the warm water feeling wonderful.
Her mother's cunt smelled so good! Jennifer thought about her own cunt. Whenever her nose had been near it, she always felt somewhat repulsed by the smell. But her mother's pussy smelled entirely different, sweet where hers was sour.
Kathy felt her mother thrash beneath her. "Here she comes," she whispered to Marsha, smiling.
Marsha nodded, and plunged the shaft all the way into the red-head's gushing slit, all the way up to the handle. She twisted the handle back and forth. Jennifer continued to suck on her mother's red clit.
Kathy tried to hold back, even though she knew she was about to come. The showerhead inside her felt so good, exciting her pussy wall until it was throbbing. And Jennifer was sucking wonderfully, she instinctively knew what felt good, perhaps because of their close relationship. Everything was just so good, that she wanted it to last forever, or at least as long as possible.
It was a futile fight. The palpitations started to come from between her legs, and Kathy lost all sense of space and time. She was only aware of her body in a vague, general sense. It was quivering and exploding and thundering all at the same time. Her orgasm brought her to the land of ecstasy.
Jennifer was amazed at the way her mother's body spastically jerked as she exploded in orgasm. None of the climaxes she had watched before, April or May's, had seemed this violent, this good. She smiled when she realized that she had helped to give her mother such pleasure.
Marsha slid the shower-head out of Kathy's quivering cunt. She placed it on the tile floor, and put her hand on Jennifer's. Jennifer responded by drawing close to the gym teacher, and kissing her. Jennifer wasn't sure which woman excited her more, and then she realized that it didn't really matter.
She'd waited so long to be close to Marsha, and now that moment was finally at hand. Marsha's body felt so different than her mom's. Marsha's body was firm and hard where her mother's body was soft and delicate. Jennifer liked feeling the strength in Marsha. She could feel it everywhere, the strong muscles, except in her breasts, which were like wonderful, lithe pillows. She wanted Marsha to hold her in her arms, and sweep her off her feet.
Marsha sensed the girl's body relax as it pressed against her. Jennifer was so small and yielding, so vulnerable and gentle. Marsha couldn't help but to love her. She took the girl's head in her hands, and gave her the most passionate kiss she had ever given a person.
Jennifer swooned. She felt as if she could no longer breathe as she felt the quick, darting tongue move about inside her mouth. She lost all sense of balance, and only Marsha's strong arms kept the girl from falling.
Kathy watched her daughter look lovingly up at her gym teacher, running a hand across Marsha's bony face. Kathy had finally gotten her strength back from her amazing orgasm, and was ready to join in the fun once more.
She slid a hand under Jennifer's ass, which rested on the floor, and stuck a finger up the girl's ass-hole. Jennifer had never had anything up her ass before this day, but it felt wonderful to her to have a finger slide in and out of her puckered rectum.
Kathy reached for the pulsating shower-head that was lying on the tile floor. She ran it along Jennifer's smooth, silky back and shoulders. Jennifer arched her back in pleasure, the spewing water hitting her body was like a massage. Kathy worked the nozzle lower and lower, down the girl's back.
"Would you like to feel this inside you?" she asked her daughter lovingly.
Jennifer's heart began to pound. She wanted desperately to feel the way her mother had felt. She wondered what it would be like to have something, anything, shoved deep inside her cunt.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh god, yes. Yes!"
Marsha and Kathy exchanged glances and smiled. Jennifer lay on her back, mimicking the position her mother had been in. Marsha continued to kiss the girl, mostly concentrating on her sensitive neck.
"This may hurt a little at first, darling," Kathy said as she brought the spraying rod to her daughter's dripping pussy. "You're new at this, and it will be very tight!"
"Why does my pussy smell so different than yours, Mom?" Jennifer inquired of her mother.
"It's because you're still a virgin. Once your cherry is popped, your pussy will be as sweet as Marsha's!" Kathy smiled.
"Sweeter." Marsha added. "Because you're so sweet, Jennifer."
Jennifer spread her legs, and looked down her body, past the swelling breasts, over the flat stomach, to her dewy cunt. She watched as her mother spread her pussy lips. She felt the massive shaft press its way in. Pain darted up her spine. Jennifer hadn't expected anything like this. She screamed.
Marsha covered the girl's mouth with hers, and cooed softly to the frightened girl that everything would be OK. She diddled a nipple with her finger, trying to ease the girl's initial pain. Kathy watched the blood mix with water as she gently, slowly, eased the pulsing rod in.
"Pop goes the cherry," Marsha said lightly, trying to make a joke.
Jennifer just closed her eyes. Something was happening to her. The pain was beginning to subside, and in its place came a sensation unlike any she'd ever before experienced in her short life.
It had felt good the first time she masturbated, but not as good as this felt. She wanted all of the rod, she wanted it to fill her up, to plunge it in deep! She moaned with pleasure, her breath short.
She couldn't feel specific sensations. She felt like she was floating. The only part of her body that she was aware of was her cunt, her succulent trembling cunt.
Jennifer was being fucked by the shower-head. Kathy was able to slide it in and out easily now. Jennifer's pussy had spread to accommodate the shaft's massive size. Kathy was thrilled to watch her daughter's squirming and writhing. She didn't have to worry about her little girl anymore.
Marsha caressed Jennifer's face. She ran her fingers across the girl's smooth, unlined skin. She stuck a finger in Jennifer's mouth, and Jennifer began to suck on it, chew on it. And all the time Marsha diddled the young woman's clit.
It was all pleasure for Jennifer now. All sexy. The massive rod sliding in and out of her pussy, caressing her inner walls of her juicy cunt. The masterful finger of Marsha on her tingling clit, which was blood red and hard as a pebble. The roaming hands and lips of the two women as they covered her body with caresses and kisses.
Jennifer had dreamed about having sex for a couple years now. First it was all sub-consciously. Then full, knowing, lust. But she never imagined anything could be like this. She never imagined that she could ever in her life feel this good. But it was happening. It was real.
A rumble began from deep inside her, a rumble unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was like a firework shooting off. It spread throughout her body, emanating from her lush pussy. The feeling just grew and grew until she could no longer feel anything else. It shot all the way up to her brain, turning it to a quivering mass of jello.
Jennifer was coming. Jennifer was climaxing. Jennifer was exploding. She was experiencing a sexual payoff beyond her imagination. It was wonderful, totally wonderful. She screamed out, telling the world of her new-found bliss.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the talk of the school. Everybody stared as the curvaceous. graceful girl strode down the school corridors. Jennifer could hear people's whispers about her. She smiled to herself.
"That's Jennifer O'Brien. Can you believe it?"
"Stunning. She's stunning! Why don't I look like that?"
"I never would have guessed that Jennifer could, would ever change."
Teachers in her classes merely smiled warmly at her, nodding attentively whenever she spoke. People seemed almost in awe of her, like she'd just come back from plastic surgery in the hospital or something, and would break if anyone touched her.
Even so, Jennifer was loving it. Everyone was treating her so nicely. After so long of being ignored by people, she found that she absolutely loved being the center of attention. She felt like people who wouldn't even talk to her before were now going to be her friends.
"Jennifer," a voice came from behind her.
She turned around to see the Winslow twins, April and May. They were looking her up and down. "Hello," Jennifer said.
"You look great," April smiled, touching her arm. "Just really great!"
"It's quite a change," May added. "How do you feel?"
How did she feel? All day, nobody had ever asked her that "Great, I guess. I don't know. I don't really feel that different, inside I mean."
"But you look different," May said. "And that's what counts."
"What are you doing after school?" April asked.
"I dunno," Jennifer shrugged.
"How'd you like a ride on a motorcycle?" May asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Sure," Jennifer nodded. "It will be another new sensation," she thought to herself. After her wonderful sexual experience, Jennifer had found herself hungering for new sensations. She wanted to make sure she wasn't missing out on anything else that was as wonderful as sex.
"Then we'll see you after school," May said as she and April walked off. "Out in the parking lot, at our bikes, OK?"
Jennifer nodded.
Jennifer rode on the back of April's bike. She didn't have a helmet. She loved the way the wind whipped through her hair. And she loved holding tightly to April. As they were going down the highway, Jennifer had worked her hands, which initially were around April's waist, up to her breasts.
The bikes were moving at speeds over 80MPH. Jennifer felt a chill in her spine as she looked down and watched the pavement rush under her. She felt as if she'd never really been alive before the last couple days, never really experienced anything.
May looked over, jealous of the attention her sister was getting from Jennifer. She motioned for April to pull over, and they came to a stop along the road's shoulder.
"Let's go visit Lenora!" May suggested.
April put a hand on Jennifer's thigh. "Aw, we go over there every afternoon now." She turned and looked at Jennifer. "I'd rather do something with you."
Jennifer smiled, and gave April's tits a squeeze.
May could not take any more of this situation. "Well, Jennifer can come too. What do you say, Jennifer? Would you like to go with us and visit a friend?"
"It sounds great!" Jennifer exclaimed. "I just better call my Mom first, make sure it's OK with her."
"Oh, you still need permission from your mommy?" May said sarcastically. "What's the matter, she doesn't trust you?"
Jennifer turned red. She felt so immature. "Well, I usually help out at her boutique afternoons."
"Fine," said May. "We'll drop you off."
April slid her hand along Jennifer's thigh once more. "Please come, Jennifer. I think you'll like it."
"OK. I'll just call Mom later."
After a brief trip, the motorcycles pulled up in front of the ificest hotel in town. It was one of the few buildings around that was higher than six stories.
"Lenora's renting the penthouse," May said proudly. "We'll have it all to ourselves!"
Jennifer looked up to the top of the building. She always had wondered what the view was like from such a tall building. "This is just great! How do you guys know this woman?" she asked.
"We get around," May said.
The three girls entered the plush lobby and took the express elevator to the penthouse. In an instant, they were there, with May knocking on the door. Jennifer gasped as a maid swung open the door and she could see the view.
"It's spectacular!" Jennifer squealed. "You can see forever!"
"I'll inform the mistress that you have arrived," the maid said in a deep voice.
Jennifer stared at the maid as the twins removed their coats. "She's got such a deep voice," Jennifer exclaimed. "That's really strange."
"Take a closer look," May whispered as the maid returned from the bedroom.
The maid had long, brown hair, tucked neatly under her cap. She was big and bulky, almost muscular. She wore a traditional maid's uniform, and Jennifer noticed pink panties spilling out from beneath her short, black skirts, her legs were thick, the ankles being the biggest Jennifer had ever seen on a woman. The maid clicked toward the three girls on her high heels.
Jennifer studied her face. There was something vaguely familiar about it. She wore heavy eye make-up, and had on bright red lipstick.
"The mistress will join you shortly," the maid said in her low voice.
"Leo," Jennifer gasped. "You're ... you're Leo. What are you doing here? Everybody thinks you're dead or something."
The maid looked at Jennifer coldly, and did not reply.
"It was Leo," April whispered in Jennifer's ear. "But now she's called Lianna."
Jennifer was bewildered, but before she could make any reply, A tall dark woman burst into the room. "Hello, my darlings," she said to April and May. She paused as she noticed Jennifer. "What's this, my dears." she approached Jennifer. "Who is this precious bauble you've brought me."
"She's Jennifer," May said.
Jennifer stared at this woman. She was tall, over six feet. And muscular in a way similar to Marsha. She wore green make-up on her thick eyelids. And purple lipstick. Long silver earrings hung down to her shoulders. They had tiny bells that would ring whenever the woman moved her head. She wore a strange, skin-tight outfit. It only covered one of her arms, and her stomach. Both her breasts were exposed, and they were the biggest, most enormous breasts Jennifer had ever seen. She wanted to touch them.
The woman's pussy was also exposed. She wore no pants, only boots that came up to her thighs. The boots had six inch heels on them, and Jennifer was shocked that anyone could move around in them, but the woman did so effortlessly.
"Hello Jennifer," the woman said smiling, her hungry eyes studying Jennifer. "My name is Lenora."
"Hello," Jennifer said shyly. She was confused. She didn't know what to make of all this, being in the hotel penthouse, Leo dressed as a maid, and this woman in this outrageously provocative outfit.
"Do you like her?" May asked Lenora. "We thought you'd like her."
"She's very pretty," Lenora said as she touched Jennifer's hair. "Very pretty."
"Why is Leo dressed that way, Lenora?" Jennifer finally asked.
Lenora laughed. She walked over to the maid, putting her arm around her. "This isn't Leo. What is your name, eh?" she said to the maid.
"Lianna, mistress."
"You see, my child," Lenora continued, addressing Jennifer. "Leo no longer exists. He simply had to be eliminated. He wasn't much good to anybody. You're much happier as Lianna, aren't you my pet?" Lenora pinched the maid's cheek.
"Yes, mistress," the maid answered dryly.
"But do not think of maids, Jennifer, dear. She is only here to serve. She will do anything you want. Is there anything you would like Lianna to do?"
Jennifer paused. She would have been more nervous, except that Lenora seemed so nice. "I'd like a glass of water, I think," she said, feeling her throat dry.
Lenora snapped her fingers, and instantly the maid disappeared into the kitchen.
"But shouldn't you call his parents and tell them that he's OK?" Jennifer asked.
April and May giggled. Lenora made a face. "You're intrigued by Lianna, eh?" she said, not answering Jennifer's question. "An intelligent young girl's healthy curiosity. Fine, that's fine."
Jennifer didn't really understand this tall woman. But she didn't spend too much time thinking about it. Her eyes and mind kept going back to her breasts. They were so big. Jennifer loved the way they swayed back and forth whenever Lenora would move. The nipples were so big and pointed.
Lenora, of course, noticed the young girl's fascination immediately. She cupped one in her hand and stuck it into Jennifer's face. "Here." she said. "Would you like to suck on one for awhile?"
Jennifer's mouth watered. She reached out and poked the smooth skin with her finger. They were so firm for breasts that size. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. She reached out and cupped the other breast in her hand. She closed her eyes and let herself go, kneading and licking away at the massive globes. Her reverie was interrupted by the return of Lianna.
"Your water, Miss," the maid said.
Jennifer opened her eyes and took the glass from the tray. "Is there any tiling else you'd like from Lianna?" Lenora asked her.
Jennifer thought for a moment, then got a devilish look on her face. "Yes," she smiled. "I'd like to see Lianna's cock. I've never seen one up close before. I'd like to touch it and, oh, I don't know...."
"Done," Lenora smiled as she snapped her fingers at the maid. Lenora was shocked that such a young, innocent-looking girl would be so brazen.
Lianna raised her skirt and undid her stockings from the garter belt so that she could lower her panties. She pulled out a limp dick. Jennifer walked over to it, crouched, studying its every vein and bump.
Jennifer took the cock in her hands and lifted it, bending it this way and that. With her other hand, she touched the balls beneath. "Ewww!" she squealed, "They're really gross!"
Lenora laughed at this comment. April and May were beginning to get bored with all that was going on, so they crept off to the bedroom.
"It's so soft," Jennifer said, running her fingers along the shaft. "I thought they were supposed to be hard!"
Lenora laughed once more. "Oh, they can get hard. You have to make them hard."
"How do I do that?" Jennifer asked, more confused than ever.
"Any number of ways. Cocks respond to just about any type of pressure you put on them. You can squeeze it, suck on it, knead ... "
"Suck on it?" Jennifer interrupted. "That's really gross."
"It's not as bad as you might think," Lenora said, delighted by the combination of shy innocence and open lust in the girl.
"What do I do?" Jennifer looked up to the dark woman for advice.
"Let me give a demonstration," Lenora said, crouching over. "Watch carefully."
Lenora took the flaccid pud into her mouth, and almost instantly, the cock began to grow. She mostly concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, occasionally taking all of the cock-flesh down her mouth. Soon, the cock stood at attention, quivering in the open air.
Lenora stood up, and motioned to Jennifer to continue. "Now does that look more like what you expected from a cock?"
Jennifer nodded as her lips touched the massive rod. She was shocked at the difference in size. Limp, the dick had been two inches at best. Now, it was a good ten inches, and she couldn't even get her hand around the thing.
Jennifer kissed it lightly. She ran her tongue up and down from shaft to tip. She was afraid to put it in her mouth, for it was so big she thought she would surely choke on it. She was so delicate, so gentle with it.
She could feel the cock begin to soften. She continued to lightly kiss its surface, but nothing Jennifer seemed to do halted the cock's decline. Soon, it had returned to its previous flaccid state.
Lenora threw her head back and roared with laughter. Jennifer turned a deep red. "You can't pussyfoot around with a penis, my dear," Lenora roared. "Men are beasts. You've got to be rough, assertive with them. You could pound a cock with a brick and some men would cum."
"I'll try again," Jennifer said.
She took the cock into her mouth with new determination. This time she closed her mouth as tight as she could on the penis. She still mostly licked and sucked, but now she wasn't afraid of using her teeth, or bruising the penis. She felt her heart pound when the dick began to grow once more.
She knew now she could make it as big as it was before. As hard as it was before. She took the tip in her mouth and let her lips slide down the cock's shaft. She wanted to take it all in her mouth, the way Lenora had done. Inch by inch, her mouth slid down the now massive dong.
Jennifer fought off the impulse to choke. She knew that once she started coughing, she would have to release the dick from her mouth's grasp. The penis was lodged against the back of her mouth, the tip gradually making its way down her throat. She was almost there, another two inches and she would have swallowed the monster. Down, down she forced her lips, her mouth, her throat.
And then she started gagging. The dick slid its way out of her mouth in an instant, making a popping sound as the tip hit the cool air. Jennifer frowned, she had come so close. Yet, she did not feel like going through the ordeal once again. Lenora put her hand on her shoulder.
"It takes a lot of practice," she said. "It gets to be pretty easy. But it's not that important. The thing to really try and do is to make it cum."
"But what happens once it starts squirting out the stuff? What do I do?"
Lenora caressed Jennifer's shoulder. "If you want to, you can swallow it.'
Jennifer just shook her head. "Sex with men is certainly strange," she thought.
She took the penis in her mouth once more, only this time taking it down only as far as was comfortable for her. She sucked and sucked and sucked. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. She could feel something happening. The thigh muscles around the cock and balls began to get tense. She stopped for a moment, wanting to prolong the sensation.
She gently ran her teeth down the shaft, occasionally applying pressure. Then she pulled her lips over her teeth, and made her way back up. She thought about what it must be like to have a penis inside her. filling her cunt. This penis would have filled her nicely. She wondered how it would compare to the shower-head. And she also wondered what the man would feel.
Jennifer took the cock into her mouth once again, now concentrating on the tip. Her head once more bobbed up and down. The body attached to the cock began to quiver and quake, and she knew she had succeeded. The moment was at hand.
Hot, sticky liquid began to pour into her mouth, one shot of it after another. Jennifer held it there, not swallowing, her cheeks bulging to take in all of the creamy seed. Finally she swallowed a big mouthful down, as she took her mouth off the penis.
"Ewww!" she exclaimed as she spit out the remainder of the semen. "It's so salty and sour. I don't like it at all." The cum ran down her chin and dripped on the marble floor. Lenora handed Jennifer a towel.
"Some women can't stomach it," Lenora said.
"Oh, I think I could take it down, I was just surprised. I thought it would be different." Jennifer cleaned the last of the sticky mess from her lips.
"You're delightful," Lenora smiled. "What would you like to do now?"
"Gee whiz," Jennifer said. "I don't know. This is all so interesting. I'm learning so much!" she said as she looked around the room. "Hey, where are April and May?"
"In the bedroom dear. Would you like to see what they're up to?" Lenora asked.
"Sure, I guess so."
Lenora led Jennifer by the hand to the bedroom. When they got there, Jennifer saw another sight that made her eyes pop. April and May were naked on the plush, heart-shaped bed. April was on her knees and hands. Her head was swaying slowly up and down. She was moaning.
May was behind her, on her knees. Jennifer strained to see, for May had something attached to her right at the level of her pussy. It was going in and out of April. Each time it slid out, Jennifer tried to see what it was. It looked like a penis. "Could it be?" she thought.
"Come closer," Lenora said, leading Jennifer by the hand.
Jennifer walked around behind April. She had initially thought that the object May kept shoving up her was going into April's pussy, but now that Jennifer had a better view, she could see that it was going up her ass-hole. Her eyes widened with amazement. The thing going in and out was bigger than the cock she had just sucked off. "How could such a thing slide in and out of an ass-hole so easily?" she thought.
"What is it?" she asked Lenora. "What are they doing?"
"It's called a dildo," Lenora said. "It's like an artificial penis."
"But how can she take it up the ass like that? How can anything so big fit up there?" Jennifer scratched her head.
"It's just like swallowing a cock. It just takes practice."
Jennifer swallowed. She was just amazed at April, grunting and groaning, obviously enjoying the massive rod that was sliding in and out of her bung-hole.
"I ... I think I better go now," Jennifer said. "I ... I ... My mother's going to be wondering about me," she squealed. It was all too much. She ran out of the apartment, knocking the maid over.
"Come back tomorrow!" Lenora yelled.
CHAPTER SIX
The car was sliding over into Marsha's lane. Marsha had only been doing about 40MPH on the highway, and she hadn't even noticed the sleek sports car come up behind her.
"Jesus!" Marsha yelled as she swerved onto the shoulder to avoid being side-swiped. Her green Pinto slid to a halt, inches away from the guardrail. Marsha looked at the license plate of the other car as it sped off.
LENORA. It was the name on the plate, a custom, out-of-state plate. Marsha's eyes widened. "Lenora," she mouthed the name, "Lenora."
She rubbed her eyes as if she had been dreaming. "How could this be?" Marsha scratched her head. "Not Lenora, it couldn't be Lenora!"
She felt her throat dry, and swallowing became more difficult. Not many things in this world scared Marsha Roberts, but the thought of Lenora being after her startled her very much.
She drove extra-carefully the rest of the way home, constantly checking for other cars in her rear-view mirror. Any second she expected that sleek black sports car to zoom into view. She pulled into the trailer park. Everything seemed normal, her neighbors were having a barbecue in front of their trailer.
Marsha took out her keys to unlock the front door, but when she turned the door handle, it swung open. "Strange," Martha's heart began to pound, "I'm sure I locked the house this morning!"
She swung the door open, and the sight within caused tears to well in her eyes. Her trailer had been destroyed. All her belongings were strewn about the floor. Dishes and glasses lay in a broken heap in the kitchen area.
Curtains hung by a few strands to their curtain rods. Her couch, chairs, and rugs were all slashed, hacked to pieces. Everything was gone.
She walked among the mess, trying to find one item that was salvable. Nothing. She headed for the bedroom to see what kind of shape that was in when she heard a noise. A hanger falling from her closet.
Instantly, Marsha was at the closet door, whipping it open. Inside stood a young boy, ridiculously outfitted in a maid's costume. The boy covered his face with his hands. "Don't hurt me," he whimpered. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"
Marsha grabbed the boy by the arm and flung him across the room. He slid against the radiator, hitting his head. Marsha jumped on top of him, holding him down, pummeling his stomach with her fists.
She was hysterical now. "You bastard!" she screamed as she pounded away at the boy, now hitting him in the face. "I'll kill you, you rotten bastard!"
Blood began to cover Marsha's hands, so savage was her pounding. The boy was limp beneath her, not resisting in the slightest way. Finally, the frenzy left Marsha, and she lowered her arms, appalled with the brutality she had exhibited. She got up off the boy, who remained on the ground, quivering.
"I don't understand," Marsha muttered to herself as she ripped off a piece from a curtain to clean up the blood. "It's all so senseless."
After wiping herself clean, Marsha attended to the boy, who was red and swollen from the beating. He lay on the ground, unresponsive, as Marsha cleaned his wounds. Gradually, as Marsha removed the maid's costume from the boy's body, she realized that all the wounds on his body had not been inflicted by her.
Huge red welts covered his back. Almost every inch of his arms and legs had some kind of scar or mark on them. It was all too horrible for Marsha to believe. She led the boy to the bathroom to give him a thorough cleaning.
She started by removing the wig from his head and wiping the make-up from his face. She gasped at the familiar face that lay underneath. "Leo," she exclaimed. "Is it really you?"
The boy nodded his head stiffly, his eyes looking at her, filled with fear and desperation. "Don't," he whispered, "Don't remove anything. She'll kill me if I ever take anything off."
"Who?" Marsha asked. "Who will kill you."
"My mistress," Leo sobbed. "Lenora." Marsha's mouth hit the floor. She hugged the boy as hard as she could without causing him pain. "You poor boy," she whispered in his ear, "You poor, poor boy." She held his hand and looked him in the eye. "Don't you worry about a thing, Leo. Everything is going to be alright now. You don't have to worry about Lenora ever again. I'm going to take care of everything!"
The boy began to sob uncontrollably, all the hate and frustration he had been holding back for weeks welted up inside. Marsha turned on her shower and stripped the boy naked.
"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I didn't want to destroy your apartment. She made me do it. I didn't want to. She just made me!"
Marsha helped Leo into the tub and handed him a bar of soap. "I know you didn't mean it, Leo. I realize that now. Just relax and clean yourself up. Everything's OK now."
The boy gratefully took the bar of soap and lathered his tired, sore body to the best of his ability. Marsha watched him. sitting on the toilet seat, wondering what to do now. Lenora was trying to destroy her life, and in the process, was destroying the town.
She thought back to how it all began. Why her life was in a shambles. Lenora. She had loved Lenora once, or so she thought at the time. And Lenora had loved her. How could two people in love do such horrible things to each other?
Lenora and Marsha had both been world-class athletes. They trained long and hard, working for years to reach that level of excellence that could only be sustained for brief periods of time before injury would strike. They pressed their bodies to the limits every day, in everything they did.
Marsha remembered how much she loved Lenora's body. It was so long and slender. Yet so strong. Marsha used to lie for hours with her head resting on Lenora's massive breasts. The feel of the warm, dark skin against her cheek always relaxed her, and she could fall asleep almost instantly.
They'd met in college. Lenora was from Kenya. She'd come to America on a track scholarship. She and Marsha ran all the same events. 5,000 meters, 10,000 meters, and the mile. They hated each other at first, their competitive spirit had been so great.
And then they loved each other. Marsha wasn't quite sure how it happened. She had never touched a woman before. She had a boyfriend of sorts, a big lummox of a javelin thrower. She thought she had been in love with him, but once she got to know Lenora, she realized that she had never truly known love before.
It happened in the infirmary. Half of Marsha's athletic career was spent in the infirmary, tending to her knees. But Lenora had never had any problems before with her running. But she had also never pushed herself as hard as she was now.
They had been running stride for stride the day Lenora went down. Marsha didn't even see it happen. One moment Lenora was by her side, the next instant she wasn't. Marsha was in the clear. But instead of trotting home to victory she stopped. She stopped and helped Lenora off the track.
It was a ruptured Achilles tendon. Lenora was in great pain. She tried not to show it, biting her lip, but Marsha could tell, watching the way the dark woman's massive breasts heaved in pain.
Marsha waited silently with Lenora, staying with her through all the initial tests. They watched each other, Lenora in the bed, Marsha leaning against a wall, looking into each other's eyes in total silence.
Their eyes were speaking to each other. Lenora had a hard look about her always, and for the first time, Marsha was able to see behind the mask, penetrate the icy gaze.
Lenora finally cracked. She held out her hand to Marsha. "I'm so scared," she whispered. "It hurts so much, I'm so scared."
"It's going to be OK, you'll be fine," Marsha said automatically.
Lenora shook her head. "Some people never recover from this type of injury. What am I going to do?"
Marsha came over and sat on the side of the bed, holding Lenora's trembling hand. "It's not the end of the world."
"Yes. Yes it is. It's the end of my world." Lenora began to cry. "All I know is how to run. What the hell am I doing here if I can't run. I want to go back home, where I'm loved. I'm so alone here."
"No, no you're not." Marsha caressed her fingers. "I'm here. I'm here with you."
Lenora looked at her competitor. "Why do you care so much? You ought to be happy. You'll be number one now, without a doubt."
"I don't know," Marsha said. "But when I saw you go down, my heart stopped. For the first time in my life, I didn't care about finishing a race. It didn't matter any more. Don't you see?"
"Nr " Lenora smiled through her tears. "But I'm glad you're here anyway!"
The two woman embraced. They held their bodies close for a long time, sliding back and forth. Marsha didn't really know what she was doing, other than helping her friend in a time of need. But Lenora knew.
She put her hands on Marsha's cheeks. "You're very beautiful, you know that, don't you?" she said.
"No," Marsha said. "But thank you. It means a lot, coming from you. I love the way you move, you're so graceful. I love your ... your ... " Marsha's hand reached up to the luscious, round breast, her hand hovering above it.
"You love my body." Lenora pressed Marsha's hand against her tit. "It's OK, you're allowed to say it, you know."
"I love your body." Marsha said softly. She raised her voice. "I love your body." Then she shouted it. "I love your body, Lenora! I want to touch you all over!"
"Shhhh, not too loud, Marsha." Lenora worked her arm around Marsha. "I've wanted to touch you for a long time, you know that, don't you."
"No," Marsha was startled. "I thought you hated me, always giving me such cold stares, like ice."
Lenora began to laugh. "That just goes to show you. That was lust in my eyes, girl. Can't you tell when someone's giving you the eye?"
Lenora pulled Marsha to her, and pelted the girl with kisses. Marsha responded, throwing her head back and letting Lenora's tongue probe deep. They spent hours kissing, until their lips were raw.
"How come you never said anything to me before?" Marsha finally thought to ask. "I don't understand you."
"How could I be sure how you'd feel. I mean, you've been dating that javelin thrower, what's his name. Why should I have thought that you'd be interested in me?"
Marsha giggled. "I see what you mean," she said.
The two women continued to caress and explore each others bodies. They stayed strictly to fondling and petting that night, not wanting to rush things. Soon, they were inseparable. They moved in together, sharing a dorm room at school. No one suspected just how close the two luscious runners really were.
Things began to go sour. Their first problems were in the bedroom.
"No," I don't want to," Marsha shook her head.
Lenora waved a dildo in front of her. "Why not? They can be lots of fun, Marsha. I really think you'd enjoy it."
"No, no, no." Marsha shook her head. "The only time you're interested in me anymore is when you have a new toy to play with. First it was the vibrator, now this. That thing has got to be 14 inches long!"
"You can fuck me with it first," Lenora offered. "I just get bored with normal sex. I think we've fallen into a routine. I'm just trying to liven things up a bit. I'm doing it for you."
Marsha felt guilty. "OK," she said, "I guess it can't hurt to try."
A few moments later, Lenora had the dildo strapped to her, and was trying to work it up Marsha's ass.
"Owwww!" Marsha yelled. "It's too big. I don't think it's going to fit."-
"Nonsense," Lenora said. "You just relax, I'll do all the work."
"Fuck my pussy instead. I want you to fuck my pussy with it. I'd like that much better!"
"You'll like this too!" Lenora grunted. "Just give it a chance. Give me a chance."
Marsha once more gave in. She felt the dildo sliding up her tiny bung-hole. It felt like Lenora was going to split her in two with the giant rod. The pain was almost too much to bear, but Marsha was an athlete, and used to enduring pain. She grit her teeth and took it.
Lenora loved to fuck people up the ass. She had started at a young age, playing around with other girls in school, using things like carrots and cucumbers. Her only experience with a man had been anal sex, and she had loved it. She loved the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure, and never understood that other people might not enjoy it, or might not be able to accommodate such massive objects shoved up their buns.
Blood was oozing out of Marsha's rear. The enormous dildo was ripping her apart. Lenora saw the blood, but thought nothing of it. Marsha could feel the pain increase, and she no longer could contain her agony.
"Stop, stop!" she cried out. "It's too much, Lenora. It's killing me."
Lenora pressed a hand on Marsha's back. "Relax, you'll enjoy it in another minute."
Marsha began to struggle, but this only made Lenora shove the huge dick into her with more force. Lenora was obsessed with seeing the dildo slide into Marsha up to the base. She wanted to see Marsha take it all, no matter what!
She began to work the dildo in and out, Marsha screaming with each thrust. Lenora took these cries to be screams of joy, and continued to pump away even harder. With each thrust, the dildo made its way deeper down the dark passageway of Marsha's ass, and soon she had taken the entire massive rod into her bung-hole. Lenora thrilled to the sight of the artificial cock sliding in and out of her lover's ass.
Finally, she stopped. Marsha collapsed onto the bed as the dildo slid out her lubricated rectum for the Final time. Lenora lay on top of her and began to kiss her, but Marsha turned away, sobbing.
Marsha could not run for" a few days after the incident. She avoided Lenora, and spent her nights sleeping over at another girl's room. Lenora tried to talk to her, but Marsha asked her to leave her alone for a few days, telling her that she needed time to think.
All the while, Lenora's injury was healing. Soon, she had regained all of her speed and mobility. She was now running as fast as Marsha again, and the rivalry between the two women on the track affected their personal relationship. Marsha didn't want to live with Lenora anymore, and moved into a room by herself on the other side of the campus. Lenora stopped speaking to Marsha.
Marsha tried dating some men, but found that her interest in heterosexual sex had vanished. She no longer had any attraction to the muscle-bound men that jogged around the track with her each day. She found her eyes always falling on the women's bodies, watching their breasts rise and fall as they ran, admiring the grace of their slender bodies.
Lenora and Marsha drifted totally apart. The only time they saw each other was on the track. One or the other usually won the race. Then Marsha's knees gave out for good, and her track career was finished.
She never saw Lenora again after that. She took a job teaching gym at a high school, and she hadn't thought of Lenora for a long time. She couldn't understand why Lenora was in town, and why she was trying to destroy her life.
"Miss Roberts," the boy, Leo said, his shower done. "Miss Roberts?"
Marsha snapped out of her daydream. "What is it, Leo?"
"I don't have any clothes, except for that awful costume. What should I wear?"
Marsha looked at the naked boy before her. His body was so young and strong. It was horrible to think about the way Lenora had abused him. He was so young. Marsha hoped he wouldn't be scarred for life.
"I have a t-shirt and shorts that would fit you, I think. Don't worry."
The boy had regained some of his confidence. "That goddamn bulldyke," he muttered. "I'd like to break her neck. I'd like to break all those lesbo's necks!"
Marsha looked up at the boy. "Not all lesbians are awful women, Leo. Some of them are very nice, you know."
"I hate them all. They're sick. Not like you, Miss Roberts."
She led him by the hand out of the bathroom, shaking her head. "Come," she said. "Let's see what we can find you to wear."
Marsha was surprised to see her bedroom was still intact. She sat down on the bed, looking around the room. "Well, at least I haven't lost everything,"
"I didn't have time to wreck this room. You got home too early," Leo said. "I'm so glad!"
Marsha patted the bed beside her. "Have a seat, Leo." The naked boy sat next to her on the bed. "How did you get involved with Lenora, anyhow?"
Leo shrugged. "I really don't want to talk about it, not now anyway." He put his hand on Marsha's leg. "You've been wonderful to me, Miss Roberts, is there anything I can do for you?"
Marsha removed his hand. "No." she said coldly. "There's nothing you can do."
Leo returned his hand to Marsha's leg. "Are you certain I can't do anything? Don't you like me, Miss Roberts?"
Marsha brushed the hand away once more. "I like you, Leo, and that's all. Do you understand?"
"What are you," Leo scowled, "some kind of dyke? What's the matter, huh?"
Marsha slapped the boy. "What's wrong with you?" she screamed. "First you destroy my house, then you don't even have the goddamn courtesy to leave me alone when I ask you to. I thought you said I'd been so good to you, what about that?"
"You have," Leo looked down at the ground. "It's just that I have my orders."
"Orders!" Marsha screamed. "Don't you understand? You're free of Lenora! You don't have to do what she says anymore! You yourself said that you hate her!"
"I do," Leo said calmly. "But I can't escape her. She'll hunt me down and catch me. hurt me, if I don't do what she wants." He drew closer to Marsha. "I have to do this, don't you see?"
"Oh god," Marsha yelled. "What are you planning to do?"
Leo grabbed the gym teacher by the wrists and threw her down on the bed. Marsha was too stunned to put up a good fight. She just couldn't believe what was happening to her. Leo climbed on top of her and ripped at her clothes.
Leo tore at the gym teacher's t-shirt, ripping it off her with one mighty swipe of his hand. He bit into her breasts, his hot breath making the nipples erect.
"Relax," Leo said. "You'll like it if you just relax."
Lenora. Marsha thought that he sounded just like Lenora. This time she wasn't going to relax, give in. "Stop, Leo, before it's too late."
Leo laughed. "I can't," he ripped Marsha's pants off, splitting them at the seam. Then he tried to get her panties. The elastic band wouldn't break, so he flipped Marsha onto her stomach and slid them off.
Marsha looked around for some type of weapon, but the only things that were in her reach were clothes lying on the floor. Leo spread her legs and brought his penis to her cunt lips. Marsha looked down between her legs and saw that he had an enormous erection. His penis was bigger than any man she'd ever seen.
Leo entered her with one thrust. Marsha's pussy was dry, and it hurt as the penis rammed its way into her. She tried to fight it, but she could not help it. She was becoming aroused by the massive dong sliding in and out.
She began to grunt. Her pussy was soon flowing with juices, gushing wet. "See," Leo beamed. "I told you, you would like it!"
Marsha wanted to kill him. The fact that he had made her hot made her hate him all the more. He was violating her, forcing her to do something totally against her will. She realized for the first time that long ago, what Lenora did to her was also rape. For the first time, she could admit it to herself.
Leo was about to cum. He started pumping faster, a loud whacking sound occurring every time their thighs touched. Marsha looked around once more, trying to think of some way to turn the tables.
Leo closed his eyes as his cock exploded. Marsha felt the sperm shoot out of the throbbing dick, filling her tight pussy. Leo collapsed beside her, the orgasm draining his strength.
Instantly, Marsha was in action. She reached for a shirt that lay on the bedroom floor, and wrapped it around Leo's neck. Before the boy could react, she had the shirt tight around his adam's apple, choking him.
Leo gasped for air, his arms flailing. Marsha tightened the cloth with every move the boy made. "Hold still," she growled, "or I'll kill you." She twisted the shirt once more to let him know just how serious she was.
The boy stopped struggling. Marsha wanted to kill him, make him pay for all that he had done to her, but she realized that the boy was merely a pawn of Lenora's. Brainwashed. She let the cloth a bit looser.
"You need help," she said. "What am I going to do with you?"
Leo's body was drenched with sweat. He was sure that Marsha was going to kill him. He knew he could expect no mercy from any woman. He trembled, as he waited for the end to come. He knew she would choke him, or stab him, or at the very least torture him until he dropped.
"I'm going to call the police," Marsha said. "Now promise me you won't try to escape."
Leo nodded, his eyes bulging.
"I'm going to lock you in the bathroom until they come." Marsha thought it would be safe. There was only one tiny window that didn't open.
She led the boy by the neck to the bathroom, throwing him in with a jerk, then slamming the door shut. She bolted the door, then ran to the phone.
Before she could finish dialing, she heard a crash fron the bathroom. She ran to the door and flung it open. Leo was gone! He had broken the tiny window with his fist, and then squeezed through the tiny opening. Blood dripped down from the shards of glass that were still in the windowframe. The bathroom floor was a puddle of blood.
Marsha looked out the window, just in time to see the naked, bloody boy disappear into the woods.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jennifer O'Brien squirmed as Lenora brought the humming vibrator to the young girl's clit. Jennifer felt instant, wonderful pleasure. Every day she had been coming to visit Lenora she had seen something new. At first she had been frightened, it had all seemed so strange, but now she found that she was loving every moment.
"Oh god!" she yelled. "I think I'm going to cum this second." Lenora immediately took the vibrator off the throbbing clitty.
"What have I been telling you, Jennifer?" Lenora asked.
"Slow, slow. But it feels so good, mistress, I can't help it!"
Jennifer felt strange at first, calling Lenora "mistress", but now she felt that the name suited the commanding woman perfectly. She was somebody to be respected.
"Discipline, my child. Remember!" Lenora said.
"Yes, mistress!" Jennifer nodded.
Lenora started the vibrator whirring once again, and she pulled out a second one and started that up too. She worked the first into the young girl's juicy cunt. The whirring monster stimulated Jennifer like nothing had since her first sexual experience with the showerhead.
Jennifer loved having things inside her cunt. Lenora had given her ben-wa balls, and Jennifer had spent the last couple days in school walking around, constantly on the edge of bliss. She wore them everywhere, the balls constantly making her pussy dripping wet. The night before at the supper table, she noticed that she had left a small puddle on her chair, her love juices having soaked through her drenched panties.
But the vibrator felt even better. She squirmed around as Lenora worked the noisy cylinder in and out, saving the second machine for the clit.
Lenora ran the vibrator around her own clit, she loved the effect it had on herself. It made her pussy throb with pleasure, so much so that she soon forgot totally about the young girl she had been playing with. She rolled onto her back, working the vibrator on her clit, then in and out of her succulent slit.
Jennifer looked up and watched Lenora in action. She tried to duplicate her actions, taking the vibrator that had been abandoned in her pussy in her own hands. Soon both women were on their backs, moaning and groaning at the exquisite sensations.
Lenora stopped momentarily to add a new device to their fun. She attached a long rod to her vibrator, then snatched the other vibrator away from Jennifer and attached it to the other end of the rod.
"What's that for?" Jennifer asked.
"Now we may pleasure each other," Lenora said. "Slip the vibrator into your pussy, and I shall put the other in mine."
Jennifer did so, and afterwards, she discovered that now the two women could fuck each other with the vibrator at the far end of the rod. Their pleasure was linked now, they could be united. She ground her hips up and down, which made Lenora coo with pleasure. Lenora returned the favor, twisting the vibrator in her cunt so that the whole rod swiveled, causing a divine sensation in Jennifer's pussy.
They slid back and forth on the bed, twisting and turning. Lenora reached out with her foot until her toes were touching Jennifer's clit. She worked the toes up and down. Jennifer did the same, so that now both women were sending each other into the stratosphere with their toes.
Jennifer could hold back no longer, despite her best efforts. Lenora knew how to turn her on totally. She arched her back and shuddered. She clawed at the pillow that her head rested on. She bit her lip. She was coming. Exploding. Ecstasy! It was so sweet.
Lenora felt the quivering girl reach her peak, and the excitement that Jennifer was feeling made Lenora that much hotter. She was the one who was about to cum now. She was the one who cried out, screaming for all the world to hear. She had to shout, she had to let it out in some way, so great was the feeling welling up inside her, emanating from her cunt.
Each twitch of Jennifer's toe lit another fire inside her. She was burning up. Her brain was sizzling. Her tongue tried to find some words to express her ecstasy, but all that came out was a jumbled, orgasmic groan. Lenora was at her peak. Her pussy dripped, full of the lush love juices, the vibrator still humming. Lenora erupted.
The entire bed rocked as the two women came together. Jennifer felt her orgasm rise and fall, one explosion after another, like a grand finale at a fireworks exhibition. Multiple orgasm. Multiple bliss.
Exhausted, finally, they lay back, slipping the vibrators out of their tender slits. Jennifer could not focus her eyes for a few moments. She knew that she had reached the top.
Lenora propped herself up on her elbows, breathing hard. "Did you enjoy yourself, my pet?" she asked.
Jennifer could only nod. She closed her eyes and smiled.
A knock came on the bedroom door. Leo entered, he now wore a different costume, just a giant diaper around his dong and tush. Jennifer didn't like to look at him, because his sides were caked with crusty, dried blood. In places his skin was turning green.
"The Winslow twins ask to join you, mistress," Leo said.
Lenora looked at Jennifer. "Tell them no, perhaps tomorrow. Or maybe the day after." She smiled at Jennifer. "They bore me."
Leo left the room, and an instant later, Jennifer could hear yelling and screaming coming from the foyer. Lenora reached down and took Jennifer by the hand.
"I have a favor to ask of you, my sweet." She ran her fingers through the young girl's hair. "Do you love me, Jennifer?"
"Oh yes, mistress," the young girl said enthusiastically. "You've been so good to me, I think you're just wonderful."
"I want you to bring Marsha Roberts here to see me."
"Marsha?" Jennifer raised her eyebrows. "How do you know her?"
"We're old friends, darling. Very old friends." Lenora gave Jennifer a stern look. "It's very important that you bring her here without her knowing that I will be here. It's going to be a surprise for her, do you understand?"
"like a surprise party?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes, precisely!" Lenora threw back her head and laughed.
"That sounds neat," Jennifer said.
"Then you will do this tiny favor for your mistress?"
"For sure!" Jennifer giggled. "It sounds like fun. But what should I tell Marsha? How am I going to get her here?"
"Tell her that you know where Leo is, but that you can't explain any more."
"Leo ... " Jennifer frowned. "He's so icky. Can't it be something else?"
Lenora rolled her eyes. "Very well. Tell her that you are having a surprise party for your mother. Marsha will come, and the surprise will be on her!"
"Oh I like that!" Jennifer squealed.
"Then go, my pet," Lenora kissed the child on the forehead. "Bring her to me tomorrow night. You mustn't fail me now, understand!"
"Oh, I'll never let you down, mistress," the young girl said as she pulled up her panties over her creamy thighs.
Jennifer wore her ben-wa balls to school the next day. They added color to her cheeks. She was so excited. She hadn't really talked to Marsha since the time in the shower, she'd been so busy with Lenora. She couldn't wait until the last bell rang and she could visit Marsha in her office.
When the last bell did finally sound, Jennifer was already waiting outside Marsha's office in the locker room. She pounded on the office door, but there was no answer. Jennifer sat down on a wooden bench to wait.
Twenty minutes later, there was still no one there. Jennifer was worried. She had promised Lenora, and didn't want to disappoint her. She smiled when at last she heard footsteps approaching.
"What are you doing here, little brat?" It was May Winslow.
April followed, close behind.
"Nothing," Jennifer squirmed in her seat. May sat down on one side of her, April the other. "I'm just waiting for Miss Roberts."
"You mean Marsha," May sneered. The Winslow twins edged closer on the bench to Jennifer. "You're in for a long wait, you know!"
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked nervously. "She's always in her office after school ends."
"I guess you haven't heard the big news," April said, looking at her nails. "It's all over school."
"Well, I guess nobody really talks to you," May added.
"What?" Jennifer's voice cracked. "What's happened to her?"
"She's in jail, silly." April gloated.
"Jail?" Jennifer swallowed. "What's she doing there?"
"Don't you know that it's illegal to fool around with your students, sexually, I mean." May scratched her nose. "After all, April and I are only sixteen years old. It's a crime to touch us, you know. You too!"
Jennifer's eyes widened. "You told on her! You told on her!" Tears began to run from her eyes. She leaped up from the bench. "Why? Why?"
May shrugged. "I don't know. We were bored."
April nodded. Jennifer felt the blood rise to her face. She pushed May down. May's head bounced off the edge of a locker. She didn't move. April began to scream. "You killed her! You killed her!"
Jennifer crouched down over May's still form. She held her hand in front of her mouth. She could feel hot air come from May's mouth. She was breathing. Jennifer sighed with relief.
"She's OK, I think," Jennifer said. April backed away from the small girl.
"Don't hit me, please! I won't tell. Honest." April said as she backed away.
Jennifer didn't know what to do. Things were falling apart. Marsha was in jail, May was unconscious on the floor, and Lenora was waiting for her at the penthouse apartment. She ran out of the locker room.
She didn't know where to go. She was afraid to face Lenora without Marsha. She knew that April was going to tell on her about pushing May, so she was afraid to go home. So she just ran.
The ben-wa balls jostled about inside her wet pussy as she sped down the sidewalk away from the school. Jennifer knew this was no time to think about sex, but the stimulation of the balls were becoming too much for her. Besides, she didn't know what else to do, anyway.
She looked around. There was nobody around to fool around with. But the cemetery was just over the next hill. She could go in there and masturbate. She trotted to the entrance.
"A good orgasm will clear my head," she thought. "Then I'll be able to figure out what to do!"
She scouted around the cemetery, looking for a secluded place to lower her pants. She found a nice, steep hill where she would be able to see anyone approaching her. She skipped up the hill and planted herself behind a tall gravestone.
Hungrily, she unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants. She reached up her pussy with two fingers and pulled out the ben-wa balls.
"Damn things," she said as she threw them to the ground. "I could think better if I wasn't so horny all the time."
Jennifer slid a finger under her blouse and pinched a nipple. She slid her hand down, slowly, sliding over the stomach and down, down to her furry muff. Her pussy was dripping once again, its almost constant state since she had discovered the joys of sex.
She stuck a finger deep inside and worked it around, groaning with pleasure. She brought the finger to her mouth, dripping with her love juices, and licked it clean.
"My pussy tastes good," she thought. "I only wish I could eat myself out."
Jennifer sucked on her finger awhile, pretending it was a nice, juicy cock. She had found herself hungering more and more for some man-flesh the past few days. And she'd also learned how much a good orgasm depended on her mind. She tried to think of a good fantasy that would set her off.
Her mind kept drifting back to Marsha, sweet Marsha. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed spending time with her, just how deep her longing for her gym teacher still was. She wanted Marsha so desperately, to feel that warm, sinewy body against hers, pressing close.
Jennifer dropped her hand down again, once more pinching her own nipples, cupping her breasts in her hand. Only this time, she pretended they were Marsha's hands, roaming and caressing her body. Jennifer moaned at the thought.
She pretended Marsha was on top of her, as she lay back on the cool, damp grass. She stared up at the sky, which was dark and cloudy. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Tiny raindrops began to land on her naked stomach. Jennifer struggled to maintain the fantasy.
It was too late. Marsha was gone, and Jennifer couldn't summon her back in her imagination. She lay back and watched the clouds roll by, her lust subsiding.
Lightning lit up the sky. Jennifer thought that she should move to lower ground, that she was vulnerable, exposed at the top of a large hill. But she didn't care. She watched the rain fall and hoped that she would be washed away by the droplets, carried down to some unknown town where they'd never heard of her.
Or lightning. Lightning could strike her and end all her troubles. She could be fried to a crisp, and nobody would ever have to worry about her again. The rain began to fall harder now, and Jennifer felt her clothes becoming soaked.
She could lie there no longer, no matter how much she wanted to. Jennifer realized that there was no simple, easy escape to her problems, that she had to face what was coming, no matter what it was. She raised her pants and buckled herself up.
Where should she go? Her mother might know what to do. Jennifer strode down the hill and headed home. Her mother was a good listener. She might be able to help her out, maybe solve everything. Jennifer felt guilty because she didn't feel like turning to her mother initially.
Her home looked so warm and inviting as she approached it from down the street. Jennifer was drenched to the bone, and wanted to whip off her saturated clothes as soon as she entered her dry, warm house. She swung the front door open and looked around. Her mother wasn't in sight. Maybe upstairs. Or in the kitchen. Jennifer stepped out of her pants and undid her shirt, leaving all her damp clothes to dry on a radiator.
She padded around the dark house naked. "At least there weren't any police cars out front," she thought. "Maybe I'm not in as much trouble as I thought."
Jennifer entered the kitchen, hoping to find her mother there, making dinner or reading a magazine. But the kitchen was deserted. And the stove was on. Jennifer turned off the burner. Spaghetti lay in a pot on the top of the stove, ail the water had boiled away.
"That's odd," Jennifer thought. "Mom would never leave boiling water unattended like that. Maybe there was an emergency or something."
Jennifer felt the fear rising up in her once more. She grabbed a broom from the kitchen closet to carry it with her for protection. She headed up the stairs to look in her mother's room.
She stood outside the door, the broom trembling in her hands. The door was closed. Her mother never closed her bedroom door. Jennifer pressed her ear to the door and listened. She could hear faint moans coming from the room.
She bit her lip, puzzled. What should she do? The noise sounded like either someone having sex, or someone in pain. Jennifer would feel like a fool if she walked in on her mother when she was fooling around with somebody. Then she thought once more about the spaghetti on the stove. Things weren't right. She threw the door open.
Her mother was chained to the bed, naked. Lenora stood over her. A gag was stuffed inside her mother's mouth. Lenora had a whip in her hand. The two women turned to look at the intruder.
"Hello, precious," Lenora cooed, "Please come in, won't you?"
Jennifer stepped into the room. Her mother made motions for her to flee, grunting incoherently under the gag. Jennifer squeezed the broom tightly in her hands.
"You let me down, precious," Lenora said, scowling. "I warned you not to let me down. So I came to see what happened, pay a visit to your lovely home." She let the whip fall across Jennifer's mother's breasts. "I didn't know that this slut was your mother." Lenora let the whip fall again. "Why did you let me down when I was depending on you so?"
"Marsha's in jail," Jennifer said softly. "April and May reported her for having sexual relations with them."
Lenora's eyes narrowed. "You're not lying to me, are you girl?"
Jennifer shook her head. She looked at her mother, lying helplessly on the bed. Tears were in both the mother and daughter's eyes.
"Let her up!" Jennifer yelled, pointing the broom at Lenora. "Let my mother go!"
"Certainly, precious, only you have to do one thing for me first."
"What's that?"
"Put down the broom." Lenora said sternly.
Jennifer's mother shook her head "no" as hard as she could. Jennifer wavered. She looked at Lenora , her heart pounding. She had liked the woman so much. "How could I have been so blind?" she thought.
"Well kitten?" Lenora said, snapping the whip. "What's it going to be. It's your move."
Jennifer dropped the broom, her mother screamed beneath her gag.
"Very good, my sweet." Lenora kicked the broom away from the girl. "You are so very smart."
In a flash, dear Lenora was next to Jennifer, holding her by the hair, pulling and twisting the young girl's silky locks. Jennifer squealed in pain.
"You promised. You said you'd let her up!"
"Oh I will," said Lenora. "I just thought we'd have a little fun first!"
She pushed Jennifer down on the bed, the young girl's face landing between her mother's legs. Lenora brought out the infamous dildo once more, swinging it before Jennifer.
"You remember this, don't you Jennifer. I'm sure Kathy does. I owe her a fucking from a long time back. I think it'll be just divine if you will do it for me, Jennifer."
Jennifer began to cry. She was cold, wet, and exhausted. She couldn't resist. All her will-power was gone. Lenora handed her the dildo and she strapped it on.
Lenora squirted some lubricant on the giant shaft. "There," she said as she spread it around, "This will help. I'm not a monster, you know!"
Jennifer was mute. She looked down on her mother, who seemed to be trying to calm her daughter. Kathy O'Brien's eyes were wide. Jennifer thought that perhaps she was trying to reassure her, trying to tell her that it wasn't that bad.
Lenora cracked the whip. "Begin, precious. Ram that shaft deep into your mother's cunt!"
Jennifer maneuvered the dangling cock into position, and, parting her mother's cunt lips, began to work it in. She noticed how dry Kathy's pussy was. She reached down with her finger and diddled on her clit. "May as well make the best of it," Jennifer thought.
Kathy shuddered as the giant dick slid deep inside her. Under normal circumstances, she would have been ready to hit the ceiling, and even now the enormous rod still felt good. She opened her legs wider, wanting the dick to plunge into her as far as it could. She began to tremble at the wonderful sensation of her daughter diddling on her now-swollen clit.
Jennifer stared down at the cock that was strapped to her pussy. She watched it slide in and out of her mother's lush, auburn cunt. She had always wondered what the man's view of sex would be like, and she felt a flush of excitement as she slid the giant dong in and out.
Much as she hated to admit it, she was once again getting aroused. She pretended she was a man, plugging away at her mother, slipping and sliding deep inside her. Giving her all the sexual pleasure she could handle. She felt great satisfaction as her mother's body began to quiver, knowing once again that she was the provider of such pleasure.
Lenora smiled at the mother and daughter's rhythmic pounding. She reached around behind Jennifer and put her hand on the young girl's clit. They would both come together, if Lenora had anything to do with it.
Jennifer shuddered as she felt the hand warm her little knob. She knew that Lenora was providing the stimulation, but it just felt so good that she didn't care. She continued to plug away at her mother's succulent cunt, as she could feel her own becoming just as moist.
She felt Lenora raise her ass and could feel something poking her. Lenora had whipped on another dildo, and was about to enter the girl's pussy from behind. Jennifer raise her buns up so that Lenora now had easy access. The dick that was sliding into her, spreading her young pussy apart was even bigger than the dildo Jennifer was plugging her mother with. She grunted as the massive penis continued to slide its way down her juicy love canal.
Kathy O'Brien watched as her daughter took the plastic shaft from behind. She no longer knew what to think about, her brain muddled by the bizarreness of the entire situation. But she really wasn't worrying too much, the marvelous sensation of her cunt dominating her entire being. She knew that she could come any second now, and from the sight of her daughter, that Jennifer was about to climax as well.
Jennifer was certainly ready to explode, but she'd come to love the feeling of being on the edge of ecstasy. She wanted all the fucking to last forever. She was so turned on by hearing her mother grunt and groan with each thrust of her hips. And Lenora, doing a masterful job of filling her expanding pussy from behind. And most of all that slender finger that rested on her love spot. Lightly, oh so lightly, it slid back and forth over the throbbing red clit, each time causing Jennifer's pleasure to double.
The explosion came all at once. Jennifer's eyes rolled back into her head, as the oncoming orgasm overtook her. She lost every ounce of strength except in one little finger, which continued to tickle her mother's clit. One final tickle was all Kathy needed to set her off. She rocked the bed so hard that it banged against the wall, chipping paint.
Lenora watched the mother and daughter collapse in a heap, gasping for air. She loved to look at women's faces still flush from an orgasm. There was such a peaceful, blissful look about them. She smiled.
Gently, Lenora unstrapped the dildo from Jennifer, and replaced it in her purse. She slipped out of the room while the mother and daughter lay on the bed, their eyes shut.
She thought about Marsha Roberts. Maybe things were better this way, with Marsha in jail. It was as good as any scheme Lenora had come up with to hurt her. She would have to congratulate the Winslow twins when she saw them. She slipped like a shadow, out of the house, to her jaguar, parked down the road.
Jennifer and Kathy fell asleep, and did not awaken until the next morning. Jennifer untied her mother's arms from the headboard of the bed, and got some ointment to put on the red marks where Lenora's whip had fallen. Kathy stretched her sore muscles, and stretched her arms to the sky.
A worried look crossed her face. "Jennifer," she called to her daughter. "Were you telling the truth last night when you said that Marsha was in jail?"
Jennifer nodded solemnly. Kathy O'Brien shook her head. "What are we going to do?"
"Bail her out?" Jennifer asked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As soon as they were all safely in the car and away from the jail, Marsha gave Kathy and Jennifer a big kiss. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you both for bailing me out. I felt as if nothing good would ever happen to me again!"
Kathy and Jennifer O'Brien both smiled. As Kathy turned her car down main street, she realized she didn't know where she was going.
"Where would you like to go, Marsha?"
Marsha leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh. "I don't know. My life is a mess. My home is a wreck." She looked at the two women. "If it wasn't for you two, I think I might have just slashed my wrists!"
"I've never seen you like this before," Jennifer exclaimed. "You always used to tell us in class that no matter how bad things got, you had to keep on fighting. You can't give up, Marsha. You're not licked yet! You're too good to go down without a fight."
Marsha smiled at the girl. She stroked Jennifer's cheek with the back of her hand. "How did someone so young get to be so wise? You're absolutely right, you know. It's time I faced my troubles head on."
"So what's it going to be?" Kathy O'Brien asked. "Where to?"
"Jennifer," Marsha said, "You know where Lenora is staying, don't you."
"Sure," the young girl shrugged. "She's in the penthouse apartment in the big hotel. Why?"
"Then that's where I want to go!" Marsha pounded the car's dashboard. "It's high time I had a long talk with my old friend Lenora!"
"You can't be serious," Kathy shook her head. "She's dangerous. She tried to kill you, you said it yourself!"
"Don't go there, Marsha," Jennifer tugged on her teacher's arm. "Not on her home turf."
"Nothing you can say is going to change my mind!" Marsha declared.
"Then I'm coming with you!" Jennifer announced.
"No," Marsha said firmly.
"She'd never hurt me," Jennifer said. "I can tell."
"Well then, it's up to your mother."
Kathy looked down at the steering wheel. "No Jennifer, I can't let you go."
Marsha felt adrenalin begin to course through her veins. She was tense, alert. She hadn't felt this way since she had stopped running track. It was a good feeling. She felt like she could lick the world.
The car pulled up in front of the hotel, and Marsha hopped out. "If you're not back in half an hour," Kathy warned, "I'm going to call the police!"
Marsha nodded her head and waved good-bye to her two friends. As soon as she turned around, Jennifer bolted out of the car, following her across the plush hotel lobby. Marsha didn't even notice the girl until they were both in the express elevator, so deep was she in thought.
"You little vixen!" she said to Jennifer. "You had to have your way, didn't you!"
Marsha smiled at the girl. Jennifer's fiery spirit reminded her of herself at the same age.
"You won't make me go back down?" Jennifer asked.
"Not if you're so determined."
The elevator opened to the penthouse floor. Jennifer approached the double-doors of Lenora's suite. "Let me go in first," she said. "Then you."
Marsha nodded as Jennifer knocked on the door. Leo swung the door open as Marsha crouched out of view behind a tall plant. He escorted Jennifer in and closed the door.
Inside the apartment, dear Lenora sat on the floor, sipping champagne with the Winslow twins. She smiled as she saw Jennifer come into the room.
"Precious," she cooed. "I hoped that you would return to me. Come, join us."
Jennifer looked at May, who glared at the girl. May had a bandage wrapped around her head. "What's she doing here? Don't you know what she did to me, Lenora?"
"Nothing that you didn't have coming for a long time!" Lenora laughed. April laughed too, and May gave her a punch on the arm.
"I brought someone with me," Jennifer said.
"Wonderful," Lenora rose to her feet. "We could all use a breath of fresh air. Where is
"Hold on," Jennifer said, "I'll bring her in." She opened the door, and Marsha walked in.
April spit her champagne across the room. May dropped her glass. Lenora put her hands on her hips, and glared. "At last, Marsha, we see each other once more in the flesh!"
Only one word ran through Marsha's mind. "Why, Lenora? Why are you destroying my life?"
"Because you destroyed mine!" Lenora yelled. "You always thought you were invincible, that nothing could hurt you. You told everyone in school about our relationship. You bent everybody's ear."
"I don't understand," Marsha said. "So what?"
"People talk, people gossip. I wasn't the most loved person on campus, you may remember, not like you! Once people found something they could use against me, our affair, the fact that I am a lesbian, they used it."
Lenora approached Marsha. Lenora's voice was cracking, her eyes filled with tears. "It didn't matter to you anymore, you were retired, out of competition. But they brought charges against me, I was barred from competition." She was screaming at Marsha now. "That was an Olympic year! I was good, I could have won the gold medal. But you destroyed all my chances, you destroyed everything! Now I'm returning the favor!"
"You can't blame me," Marsha said quietly. "How could I have known?"
"They were going to deport me. I managed to stay in the country by a lucky break."
Marsha looked around the room. "You seem to have done alright for yourself."
Lenora picked up a lamp on an end table and smashed it to the ground. "It's not what I want! None of it's what I want! I was an athlete, in my prime. I can never have those lost years back! It's over, my life is empty! Empty!"
Despite all that had happened, Marsha could not help but to feel sorry for her former lover. They had both been so young. They had both hurt each other in so many ways, all unintentionally. Her hate for Lenora was gone, all she could feel now was a deep sadness.
"I loved you!" Lenora yelled. "I loved you so much! I never meant to hurt you, not back then anyway. I was so alone. You left me flat. I was all alone!"
"You're the one who stopped talking to me," Marsha said, the memories rushing back, flooding her senses.
"I was too proud. It hurt so much, I didn't want to show it, to let you know." Lenora dropped her voice to a whisper. "I've been trying to cover up the hurt ever since."
Marsha crossed the room until she was in front of Lenora. "You still love me," she said, trying to understand, realizing that all that Lenora had done was out of frustration. "I can't believe it, you still love me!"
Lenora fell into Marsha's arms, sobbing heavily. "Yes, yes," she cried. "I've dreamed of holding you once more for so long," she said, running her arms up and down Marsha's back.
Marsha hugged the dark woman as tightly as she could. They rocked back and forth, swaying against each other's bodies. Marsha stroked Lenora's kinky hair, humming softly in her ear.
"It's time to forget the past," Marsha whispered. "It's time we forgave each other."
Lenora nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. She was trembling now. Shaking. Marsha knew that it was time to start anew. She started kissing Lenora, kissing her as hard and as fast as she could. Lenora's lips found hers, and the two women stood in the middle of the penthouse, exploring each other's firm bodies once more.
Jennifer could not believe what had transpired. She had been waiting for a big fight, for Marsha to put Lenora in her place. How could Marsha forgive somebody who had done so much harm? How could she be kissing her?
Jennifer looked at April and May, who both looked as dumbstruck as her. She walked over to them, and sat down on the floor beside them. May looked at the ground, feeling ashamed.
"Maybe," May said, too nervous to meet Jennifer's gaze. "Maybe we should follow their example. I'm sorry, Jennifer. I'm sorry for everything I did to you, and especially everything I did to Marsha."
"Then you'll tell the police it was all a lie, what you told them about Marsha?" Jennifer asked excitedly.
"Sure," May said. "It would be the least I could do."
"I'm sorry too," April piped in. "It's hard to be aware of how other people feel sometimes, when all you're thinking about is yourself."
"So do you think we could all be friends now?" Jennifer asked.
"I think we could be a lot more than friends," May said as she reached out and stroked Jennifer's thigh.
Jennifer looked over and saw that Marsha had unbuttoned Lenora's blouse, and was now playing with those dark, enormous tits. She quickly did the same to May, kissing and sucking on her tiny, brown nipples. April also joined in, reaching for her sister's luscious slit, but May pushed her hand away.
"April," May said. "I think maybe it's time we stopped doing everything together. Why don't you go over to Leo, he's all alone."
The nubile young blonde nodded, and walked over to Leo, who was sitting in a chair, scratching at his scabs. April came over and ran her hand across the young boy's hairy chest, loving the feel of his tight muscles.
"Don't do that!" Leo exclaimed. "What would the mistress say?"
April looked at Leo, then kissed him. "Don't you understand, all that is over now! Forget about your mistress. You're free."
Leo pushed April's full lips away, still not believing, but April was determined to convince him. She ran her hand down, under his diaper, until her fingers were wrapped around his cock. She ran her slender fingers up and down the shaft, all the time whispering in poor Leo's ear to relax.
Leo leaned back, and after one final glance at Lenora, who lay embraced on the floor with Marsha, he decided it was safe to let himself go. He ripped the diaper off and jumped to his feet. April simultaneously dropped to her knees, popping the massive dong into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Marsha and Lenora were now totally naked. Lenora's hot face looked more peaceful than it had ever been, with her nostrils filled with the familiar scent of Marsha's pussy. She wanted to swim in the gym teacher's lush juices, and stay with her head between Marsha's legs for all time. She was licking Marsha's clitty, giving it the tonguing of her life!
Marsha could not help but be swept up by the fiery passion that her lover exhibited. She wrapped her strong legs around Lenora's head, not wanting for the divine feeling that the dark girl was applying to her clit to stop for one second. Every application of the tongue sent chills down her spine.
Jennifer and May were locked in a sixty-nine position. Jennifer was on top, eating out the young twin. She had also taken the bottle of champagne, and was sliding it in and out of May's gushing cunt. She poured some bubbly over the throbbing clit, enjoying the pleasant combinations in taste of champagne and pussy juice.
May was playing with Jennifer's virgin ass-hole with her fingers while her mouth worked away at the quivering girl's slit. She stuck her tongue deep into Jennifer's sweet pussy, drinking the juices that flowed across her face. Simultaneously, her fingers worked their way down the tight rectum, slipping in and out of the moist hole. May gradually worked one finger in, stopping and starting, until it was deep inside the girl's ass-hole. Slowly, she began to work a second finger in, spreading the tiny entrance of Jennifer's delicate bung-hole.
April was totally consumed with the job of sucking Leo's cock. She worked it in and out of her mouth, concentrating on the area where the tip met the shaft. She would clamp her teeth in place and literally try to suck the semen out of Leo. Leo's hand rested on the girl's head, his eyes closed. April cupped the boy's balls in her hand, letting the nuggets slide back and forth between her fingers. She was in total control, making the semen rise up, finally, Leo shooting a load down April's smooth throat.
Marsha was coming too. All her frustrations, tensions, and passions that had been building up over the last few days boiled over into the most incredibly violent orgasm she had ever had. She was hitting the roof, the ceiling, the stars. But Lenora was not content to let it stop at that. She attacked Marsha's clit with new vigor, sending the gym teacher off on a second explosion, then a third, and finally a fourth, which had Marsha begging her to stop, pushing Lenora's head away from that pulsating knob.
Lenora felt her own pussy quake, totally excited by the sight of her lover coming. She stuck a finger up Marsha's pussy, feeling the violent contractions that signaled to her the splendid job she had done setting her off.
Jennifer and May were swept up by the screaming and moaning going on about them. May shuddered, yelling for Jennifer to shove the champagne bottle in deeper, wanting it to fill her to the hilt. Jennifer got that familiar feeling of her eyes losing focus, and knew she too was about to go off. She thought that she could hear sirens screaming around her, as she began to quake.
For a moment, reality crept its way back into Jennifer's mind, and she remembered her mother's promise of calling the police if they did not return in half an hour. She realized the sirens she heard were real, and that they were headed for the penthouse.
Jennifer lept to her feet, running around the room, picking up the scattered clothing that seemed to be everywhere. "Hurry, hurry," she screamed, "Everybody get dressed! The police are coming. They're on their way here!"
She shook Marsha and Lenora, who remained motionless on the floor. "Don't you understand?" she said, slapping Marsha's face. "We've all got to get dressed, make things look normal!"
The two women slowly began to work their clothes on. Jennifer threw May's clothes on top of her, pulling the champagne bottle out of the girl's quivering cunt.
"Hey!" May yelled. "What the hell's going on?"
"Don't ask questions, just get dressed."
Jennifer ran over to April, who was once more sucking and licking away at Leo's bulging dick. She pushed the twin's mouth off the throbbing cock.
"Get dressed! Get dressed! Get dressed!"
The words finally began to sink in. The room was a fury of people hopping and jumping into their wrinkled garments. When the police got to the door, they entered a room of women sitting innocently on chairs and couches, reading magazines, watching television, and knitting. They left in seconds, apologizing profusely to Lenora for the disturbance.
CHAPTER NINE
Marsha Roberts looked over the morning paper. Her mouth was open. She could not believe her eyes. April Winslow was getting married on Sunday. To Leo. She called into the kitchen.
"Did you hear? April Winslow's getting married to Leo? Can you believe it?"
Lenora strode into the dining room and sat down. "Oh. I'm sorry. Didn't I tell you about it? We got an invitation the other day in the mail."
Marsha shook her head. It was hard to believe that three years had gone by. It seemed like yesterday that she and April and May had been on intimate relations.
"Well," said Lenora. "Do you want to go?"
Marsha smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Marsha looked over to Lenora. The dark woman smiled brightly at her. "Let's get going, Marsha. We don't want to be late for work."
Marsha grabbed her bag, and the two women were off. They dashed outside and hopped into Marsha's car. The Jaguar was gone, sold long ago. Lenora and Marsha had been living together since that fateful night, barely spending a moment apart.
They were truly in love. Not that they still didn't fool around. Neither of them believed in a totally monogamous relationship. There just didn't seem to be any need.
They were both secure with each other. They both trusted each other. What did it matter if one of them saw someone they were hot for, and went after it.
Lenora started the car. It was her turn to drive, the two women took turns. They'd purchased a small house on the edge of town, mostly with Lenora's money.
Marsha looked at Lenora as the black-haired woman drove slowly down the street. Lenora had changed so much. She was such a different person. The old Lenora was just a distant memory for Marsha now. She was so happy with their new life together.
Lenora was still a hot dominating woman, especially in the bedroom. However, Lenora was now secure enough to lighten up, and not take things so seriously. She was finally able to express herself with others, especially Marsha.
They pulled into the school parking lot. Marsha had gotten Lenora a job in the history department, which had been what Lenora had studied in college.
Lenora loved teaching, even more than Marsha. It had given her life new meaning. She had found something else that she liked to do, besides track.
She was a very intelligent woman. She spoke five languages. She had always done quite well in school. But she had always before lacked passion.
Lenora always kept the passion bottled up inside her, so that when she finally would release it, it would come forth in violent spasms. Eruptions.
She kissed Marsha right before the two women got out of the car, letting her tongue slip inside the gym coach's mouth for an instant. Marsha's heart always began to pound whenever she had the slightest contact with Lenora's tongue.
Marsha had never dreamed that things would work out so well for her. Her life had been on the brink of disaster, with her home destroyed, and her career in jeopardy.
But everything had just seemed to right itself so smoothly. April and May had confessed to the authorities that they had been lying, and all charges were dropped against Marsha. People came up on the street to apologize to her.
"We could just never believe those stories," they would say. "After all, if a teacher is fooling around with her students for three years, it would've been discovered long before now!"
Marsha was reinstated, and as well loved by her students as before. But not physically. Not anymore. Marsha vowed to herself never again to get involved with a student.
Which at times, seemed to be the hardest thing in the world. Some of the girls were just so beautiful. So very, very pretty. Marsha would feel herself literally salivate at the sight of some of her more enchanting pupils.
Their breasts, their breasts were always so firm. The nipples always seemed to be erect, pointing out at Marsha underneath their tight t-shirts.
If the students were even wearing t-shirts. Marsha could not get over how each year, the girls would come to class wearing skimpier and skimpier gym outfits.
Most teachers had a dress code for their kids, but not Marsha. She loved the enticing outfits that paraded before her eyes, why should she make the girls stop? They liked to wear them, and she loved to look at them.
And Marsha was absolutely sure that some of the girls knew it. A few would stay after practice, Waiting with little or nothing on for Marsha to pop out of her office door.
Some of the girls would then let their towels fall open, exposing their fresh muffs to Marsha. They would look hungrily into Marsha's eyes, letting her know exactly what they had in mind.
Marsha wanted every time to reach out to these girls, run her hands over their succulent bosoms, down, down to their sweet young love slits.
She wanted to bury her fingers deep inside, to feel the juices begin to flow. She knew that she could teach all the girls how to get the most out of their bodies, in every, every way.
Marsha wanted to finger their clits, feel the little nub begin to grow firm, to turn a deep red, filling with blood for perhaps the very first time.
But she knew she couldn't have it. She knew that it just wasn't worth the risk to her anymore. She would tell this to herself, over and over and over.
This day was one of those times. There was a new girl in class. Her name was Amy. Amy was new in town, her father had just relocated to town.
She reminded Marsha so much of Jennifer, darling sweet Jennifer. Jennifer was in college now, the president of her sorority.
They still corresponded often. Jennifer had had many threesomes with Marsha and Lenora after everything had been settled. They had showed her everything they knew, explored her every opening just as she had explored theirs.
Jennifer wrote to Marsha that she had decided to explore the world of men while she was in school. She told Marsha that she really liked sucking on men's cocks, and having them fuck her. But she still would never give up pussy.
She had shown a lot of the other girls in her sorority how to go about it. Their house was unlike any other on campus. They did not spend all their time dreaming about dates with boys, and talk of boyfriends, they were too busy satisfying each other. It was all working out wonderfully for Jennifer, she couldn't be happier.
And Marsha felt proud, really proud. She knew that Jennifer had a lot inside her, and she felt that she had contributed greatly to drawing the young girl out, to letting Jennifer really find herself. She gave Jennifer the confidence to face the world.
The new girl Amy was so much like Jennifer had been. Her face was hidden by the enormous round glasses she wore. Her hair hung all down in her face, hiding her. Amy probably would have felt too vulnerable to wear it up.
Yet she was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful girl Marsha had ever seen. Of course none of the other kids in her grade thought so, but they were just too .young to see it. They were still caught in the world of designer labels, surface was everything to them.
Amy's body was gorgeous. She had just learned to do a wonderful job concealing the fact. Her posture was just terrible. She walked, even ran, in a permanent slump. She was always tripping all over herself, yet at times, Marsha noted almost immediately, Amy moved with incredible grace and fluidity. She did have it in her.
Amy took to this new gym teacher right away, just by the few words Marsha said at the beginning of class. It wasn't really anything
Marsha said either. It was more her soothing tone of voice which Amy responded to, and those warm eyes.
It had been so hard for her, moving to a new school in the middle of the year. She had enough of a time making friends anyway, and halfway through the school year, all the little cliques and. groups had been established, and Amy just couldn't find a way in anywhere.
And she felt so lonely, so very lonely. She could go through an entire day of school without saying a word to anyone. Many days, she often did.
She'd always hated gym class. It always made her feel so awkward and ugly. She hated looking at all the other girl's bodies, then looking at her own.
But Marsha made everything seem different. Marsha made the gym class fun. She knew that it was going to be her favorite class ever, and that she would look forward to it every day.
Amy thought about what her parents were always telling her. They continually repeated to her that she had to join organizations, that that was the best way in the world to meet people, working together and becoming friends.
Sports were like that to. Amy had never felt brave enough to ever participate in any organized sports. But now, with Marsha, she knew she could find the courage, and that she might enjoy testing her muscles and building her strength.
Amy decided she would go have a talk with Marsha after school, talk things over with her. Marsha. She couldn't think of the muscular brunette as Miss Roberts, only as Marsha. She said the name over and over to herself.
The final bell rung as Amy was staring out of the window in English class. It had finally come. She had never thought that the school day would end.
Amy felt a trembling in her knees as she got up from the seat. She felt so nervous, too nervous. Yes, it scared her, the idea of going out for a sport, even talking to Marsha by herself in the teacher's office, but not enough to make her tremble.
"It must be something else," Amy thought to herself as she entered the girl's locker room, her books under her long, thin arms.
She looked around the girl's locker room. The last girl was closing her locker and leaving for the day. Amy waited until she was gone. She felt embarrassed in front of other girls her age. She didn't want any of them to know that she was thinking of going out for a sport. She just felt too shy.
Finally, the girl was gone, and Amy raised a hand and rapped on the office door.
"Come in, it's open," Marsha's voice sounded from within.
Amy swung the door open, clinging to the handle, too afraid to release the doorknob. "I ... I wanted to talk to you, Mars ... I mean, Miss Roberts."
"It's OK," Marsha smiled. "You can call me Marsha. That's fine."
She motioned for the frightened girl to have a seat. Amy slid over to the chair, and plopped awkwardly down on one side. She fidgeted continuously.
"What can I do for you, Amy? Is anything the matter?"
"Oh no!" Amy replied, her voice trembling, speaking a bit too softly. "Everything's just fine. It's just, well, I was thinking, y'know ... "
"You'll have to tell me what it is. I can't read your mind, you know."
Amy didn't believe that. She didn't know what she wanted, but she somehow believed that Marsha would be able to help her, make everything better.
"Sports," Amy spit out. "I'm interested in sports."
"That's wonderful, Amy," Marsha replied warmly. "Do you know which ones interest you the most? There are very many, you know."
Amy shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't really thought about it at all. All that had been in her mind was meeting with Marsha, sitting alone in her office.
Marsha got up from behind her desk. The poor girl was so nervous! Marsha tried to think of what she could do or say to make the girl loosen up a bit.
"Stand up, Amy, let's see how tall you are, what kind of thing would be suited for you, since you don't seem to really know what you're looking for."
Amy rose from her seat. Marsha took the girl's slender arm. "Make a muscle, Amy, let's see how developed you are."
Marsha felt a tiny muscle form in the young girl's arm, but she wasn't concentrating on that anymore. She was looking at how Amy was developed in other ways.
She had nice, petite breasts. Not too small, by any stretch of the imagination. They suited her slender body perfectly; two mounds rising from her smooth, flat stomach. Her hips, her hips were wide, beautifully sloping down, a graceful curve.
"Your legs, Amy, flex your legs for me. Touch your toes if you can."
Amy's palms were soon flat against the floor. Marsha was a bit surprised. The girl's body seemed so very flexible. Limber, in all the right places.
"Have you ever done any gymnastics,"
Marsha said, trying hard to concentrate on the young girl's problem. "No. Not ever."
"I think you'd like it a lot. You seem like you'd just be a natural."
"Do you coach gymnastics, Marsha? I just want to do something that you'll coach!"
Marsha was shocked to hear those words. Shocked, and flattered. She could not help but smile as she told the young girl that it was indeed one of the sports that she coached.
Amy looked at Marsha's strong, muscular body. "I want to look like you, Marsha. I want to be strong and beautiful. I want to feel good about myself."
Amy could simply not contain her emotions any longer. Marsha, she loved Marsha. She reached out to touch the gym coach's firm thigh. Her stomach. Her breasts.
Amy had to touch her. She could no longer think about why she needed to see Marsha, or about which sport she was interested in. The only thing that was on her mind was that tremendous body that stood before her, that lovely gym coach's body.
Marsha felt the young girl's hand fall on her legs. She felt the other reach out and cup her delicate tit. She didn't know what to do. Yes, it felt good. Yes, she did want Amy. No, she really didn't want to risk getting involved.
Yet, what could she do? Marsha was involved, Amy was her student. What could she do? If she pushed Amy's hands away now, scolding the young girl for touching her, then Amy might be scarred for a long time. Amy was just so young, her ego so fragile.
Marsha simply did not want to hurt the girl. How could she say no to Amy's advances? What reasoning could she give her, why she would resist.
Marsha couldn't think of any. In fact, Marsha was having a hard time thinking clearly at all. Her pussy was taking over, doing her thinking for her.
She couldn't resist, she couldn't say no. It was too much, too late. She had to have more. She wanted the girl, and the girl wanted her. What on earth could be simpler, than two people following their passions.
Amy pressed close against Marsha. She didn't think anymore, she just acted. She couldn't stop. If she stopped, she knew that she would run out of the room and never be able to face Marsha again, never be able to give in to her desires again.
Amy couldn't stop. She couldn't help herself. She had never done an aggressive thing before in her entire life. She had never really gone after what she had wanted. Now, for the first time, she was going to have it. She wanted it all.
The two women kissed, their lips finally crossing each other's path. As they delicately brushed across, their hungry mouths both opened wide, covering those openings with their lips, their teeth, their tongues.
Amy had kissed someone before. Once. A boy she went out with on one date. The boy had been as nervous as she. Their tongues only met briefly for an instant, then pulled apart all toe soon to suit Amy's tastes. She was hungry for more.
Marsha was giving her all she wanted. She had always imagined that kissing would be like this. She had dreamed about feeling that other person's tongue deep in her own mouth, probing, caressing, exploring. It was so good, so right.
Marsha slid her hands down, pulling Amy's tucked-in shirt out of her pants. She then slid her hands up underneath, feeling the soft, warm skin of the young girl's tight stomach. She ran her fingers over the virgin flesh.
Amy quivered at the gym coach's warm touch. Her fingers left a burning feeling on the girl's skin wherever they touched. Everywhere they roamed, it just began to feel better and better to Amy. It was simply wonderful!
Marsha slid her hands out from the young girl's shirt, and went to work undoing the tiny black buttons that held Amy's blouse closed to the world. Marsha's fingers moved like lightning, she could not get that blouse open fast enough to suit her.
At last, the shirt fell open, exposing Amy's young breasts. They hung there, heaving with every deep breath the young girl took. Marsha put her hand on one. She touched the tender nipple, running her finger around it slowly.
Amy's nipples soon were hard, pointing out from her sloping tits, into the cool office air. Marsha had to have her mouth on one, to suck gently on the quivering tip.
Amy moaned at the sensation of the woman's wet tongue falling on her hard nipple. The nipples felt so sensitive, every little flick sent tiny shivers shooting out from them. It was just about the best thing she'd ever felt.
Soon, though, she would be feeling even better. Marsha's hands were now straining to open the girl's belt, and then her pants, and then her panties. Marsha's hands almost could not operate, so excited was she with the thought of feeling her fingers on the young girl's trembling virgin twat
Amy had to help the teacher undo the belt. She wanted Marsha to touch her here, touch her there, touch her everywhere. Nothing was off limits, as far as she was concerned. She would give Marsha any part of herself that she wanted.
With the belt and pants finally undone, Marsha slid the tight jeans down slowly over the girls wide hips, letting her fingers linger over each inch of flesh she was uncovering. Marsha was warm, Amy was hot.
But Marsha was getting hotter, hotter with every passing second. All that remained to cover Amy's dark muff was a pair of flimsy panties.
Amy felt the teacher's hand slide down, slipping under the elastic top of her pink cotton panties. The fingers were on her pubic hair now, slowly, gently stroking every quivering inch of flesh. Even the gym coach's touch up there, so far away from her cunt lips, set the young girl on a round of groans and moans.
Down, down, Amy felt those fingers go. This is what she had wanted, this is what she had needed from Marsha all along. Amy knew that now.
She knew that she needed those strong hands on her pussy, she had to have that strong touch on her clit. She wanted Marsha to stroke the little nub, stroke it now! Stroke it hard!
You see, Amy was like Jennifer in many ways, but not every way. She, unlike Jennifer, knew all about the pleasures of her clit. She had discovered masturbating with her love-nub when she was but twelve, and had taken full advantage of her discovery ever since.
Marsha's hand was there now, on the very spot she wanted. Her fingers flew lightly over Amy's swelling clit. It just felt so good to the young girl! Better than she ever hoped. Better than when she did it to herself!
Much better. It was thrilling to feel another's body pressed close, to let your hands fall all over their body, just as their's was exploring yours.
Amy was doing just that now. She too had slipped Marsha's shirt open, feeling those firm muscles everywhere, so strong, yet so tender.
Marsha kept right on working on the young girl's clit as she shuddered under the touch of Amy's hands, which were stroking her breasts and neck. Marsha rested her face against the back of Amy's hand, rubbing her cheek sensuously across.
Amy shuddered, almost losing her balance. The juices were sliding out of her pussy now. She was soaking her panties. She wanted to have them off, so she could be totally free. She wanted to rub her pussy against Marsha, feel her cunt lips bare, pressing against those iron muscles, those dynamic thighs.
Amy reached down, sliding the panties off, letting them drop to the floor, stepping out of the leg holes. She was free now, totally free. She ground that muff into Marsha's thigh, taking Marsha's diddling hand right along with her.
Marsha dropped her own pants at the same time Amy shed her panties. She too could no longer tolerate the restrictions of her clothes. She had to feel Amy's skin everywhere, letting nothing come between them. She ripped her panties off.
They were both totally naked now, standing there in the middle of Marsha's office, their clothes scattered on the floor. They were locked in an embrace, each woman pressing her wet pussy on the other ones leg, straddling thighs.
Marsha ground her clit against Amy harder with each stroke. Her hips gyrated slowly, one big circle, leaving a juicy wet trail behind. She felt her own leg growing wetter and wetter also, covered with Amy's juices.
They had been drawn together like two magnets. Now they were linked, attached, and no force could tear their two beautiful bodies apart.
Marsha's hand once more went down, zooming in on Amy's hard, red clit. With her other hand, she slid the young girl's glasses off her face. She wanted to see that beautiful little nose, those deep green eyes.
She stroked Amy's clit. Now, without the glasses, Marsha could see the effect each tiny stroke was having on the young girl's face. Amy would squeeze her eyes tight, relax for a moment, then squeeze tight again as the next stroke fell.
Amy's hand also went down, finding after a little bit of work, Marsha's own clit. She wanted to make the coach feel every bit as good as she did right now, and playing with that clit was the only means of doing it.
Marsha closed her eyes. Her moans were growing in intensity, soon overtaking the girl's in loudness and intensity. It was great. It was so nice.
They were both breathing harder now, both women gasping for air. Marsha thought about changing positions briefly, about lying down or something.
But she just couldn't stop. The pleasure was just too great. She didn't want to let up for an instant. She couldn't. And neither could Amy.
They were both going to come. Together. Teacher and student. They were going to explode in each other's arms, right there in Marsha's office.
Marsha had broken her vow. She was touching another student. And she knew that she would be kidding herself if she told herself she would never do it again.