"You've been bad," Mr. Morley screamed at little Marcy. "You broke the rules for the third time. That's twenty whacks. Now bend over."
Black-haired Marcy had been punished before, for breaking the rules of Mr. Morley's School for Girls, but this time, it was different.
She felt him pushing her skirt up, like he had all the other times. Only now, he reached into her panties and pulled them down, so her soft buttocks were exposed.
Then, he picked up a thicker ruler than the one he'd used before, and whacked her ass so hard, that she could feel a fire burning through her. She tried to push her pussy against the edge of the desk, like she'd done those other times so she'd feel a wetness building up inside of her.
It didn't help though. He whacked her again and again, and each time, when her cunt was pushed against the desk and she felt some pleasure, it was not enough to make up for the pain she was feeling.
Then, the whacks stopped, after the first five. She turned her head to look at him, and saw him smiling.
He was rubbing his crotch, and Marcy gasped at the size of the enormous bulge she could see forming there ...
CHAPTER ONE
Marcy couldn't even think of paying attention in Mrs. Reynold's Math class this afternoon, because she was too busy thinking about how to be bad. She wondered if her redheaded Math teacher had any idea of why she loved being bad.
There were many reasons, for sure. First, and foremost, Marcy happened to hate this redheaded woman, and happened to think that she was one of the most boring teachers that God had put on this earth.
The woman tended to teach right out of the review books that each student was given, and Marcy had always excelled in Math, enough so that she could read the book on her own, and learn everything at night, in her dorm room.
She knew that if she couldn't learn it on her own, she would pay attention, but since she could, there was no reason. Mrs. Reynolds did not teach her a damned thing.
The second, and more important reason, had to do with what happened when she was a bad girl. It happened to most of the others, although Marcy was not sure if the same exact thing happened once each girl passed through the doors of Mr. Morley's office.
For this was Mr. Morley's Private School for Girls, and he was the head honcho, or at least that was the way Marcy liked to think of him. She knew that if she would ever mention that to him, she'd be severely punished.
Mr. Morley was in charge of the discipline, and so far, although the term was still rather new, she'd been sent to his office three times. Each time, the punishment has been more and more severe, and though Marcy had acted like she hated it, deep down, what Mr. Morley did to her, made her pussy tingle with excitement.
For instance, the first time she had been sent to see the handsome blond-haired dean, the black-haired sixteen year old girl had been caught smoking a cigarette in the halls, between classes. Of course, she'd read the list of rules, which had been posted on the back of the door of each dorm room.
"But rules," she'd told Shari, her best friend at this school, "were made to be broken. I mean, why have them if you can't break them and have fun?"
She'd said it just as Mr. Howard, the Science teacher, had walked up behind her, less than two seconds after she'd taken her first drag from the cigarette. In many ways, Marcy had thought the man was something of a hypocrite, grabbing the cigarette out of her hand, and stamping it out on the floor. Because everyone knew that Mr. Howard was a chain smoker, and the second the bell would ring, he'd be out of the class.
Once, Debbie and Lynn had followed him, running right after him, just to confirm the fact that he raced to the teacher's lounge to light up a cigarette the second he thought he was behind closed doors.
"And his hands were even shaking as he tried to light the match," Debbie had told most of the others, late at night, when they were supposed to be sleeping. "I couldn't get over it. It was as if he wasn't going to get it lit, because his nic fit was really taking over for him."
Mr. Howard had actually grabbed Marcy by the ear, pulling her hard, right down the hall to Mr. Morley's office. It had been the first time, and for a few moments, the young girl was somewhat terrified, for she'd heard stories about him.
They had to wait a few seconds, for Mr. Morley to finish his phone call, and then the door to his office opened, and he was standing there.
For Marcy, it was love at first sight. Mr. Morley was like the handsome blond man she had always dreamed about, standing a good six feet tall. He had dimples, when he smiled, which was not often, and a cleft chin.
And though it was the early part of September, his skin was still brown from his sunning during the summer.
She had smiled for a few seconds, because she thought he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. However, once Mr. Howard finished his story, about catching her with the lit cigarette, the expression on her Adonis' face had changed.
"Come into my office, young lady," he'd said, as sternly as possible, and he had slammed the door closed behind him as soon as she stepped in.
She turned to face him, noticing the way he was straightening out his tie. Then he took off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and she saw his strong muscular arms, covered with a light coat of blonde hair.
"You've read the rules, and you've broken a major one," he said. "It's quite improper for a young lady to smoke."
"To smoke what?" she'd asked, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Whatever are you talking about?"
"Marijuana or tobacco? Not that I think either one is bad, but ... "
Suddenly, he was reaching for his long, thick ruler, and he smashed it down on his desk, so hard, that the echoing sound sent a shiver of fear through her body.
"You seem to think this is some kind of a joke," he said to her. "And because you do, this first punishment will be as severe as your second would be. Now bend over my desk this very instant, young lady."
She'd always dreamed that her handsome Adonis would be stern with her, and because he was being that way, it turned her on. As she bent over, face forward, she felt him pushing up the hideously ugly skirt that was part of the Morley dress code.
Then, he began to whack her ass hard with the ruler, through her frilly panties.
When she felt the first blow, there was pain, but then, Marcy thought of something. She pressed herself closer to the desk, so that her crotch was pressed against the edge of it, and she could feel something happening in her pussy.
Each time he whacked her, and each one seemed harder, her reflexes would cause her to push herself forward, and soon, her pussy lips were starting to get wet, because of the friction caused as they rubbed against the edge of the desk.
She tried not to let on, thinking that he might get even harder with her.
Marcy counted the whacks. She received ten, and by the tenth, her ass was stinging, and would end up being beet red beneath her panties.
However, by that same tenth ruler whack, her pussy was soaking wet, and although she was feeling much pleasure there, she was a little bit nervous about him seeing the wet stain in front of her panties. She felt that he would be upset.
Luckily for her, he pulled her skirt back down, before telling her to stand up straight, and then, with arms folded across his chest, sternly, he spoke.
"Each successive punishment will be worse than the one before it, young lady. I want you to know that. Ten whacks for the first offense, fifteen for the second, twenty for the third, and so on. I hope this taught you a lesson."
"Yes, sir," she said, barely able to stand because of the pleasure still running through her body, pleasure that made her knees weak as rubber.
In fact, when she thought she might fall to the floor, she leaned back against his desk for support and felt the stinging on her buttocks once again.
She stood up immediately, and thought she saw a sly look on his face.
And that had been all. After that, she'd been dismissed, and sent back to her room, for another part of the same punishment had to do with her missing the three o'clock milk and cookies all of the girls had in the cafeteria.
Deep down, Marcy had been thrilled about that, for as soon as she got back to her room, she closed the door, locked it, then slid out of her panties.
She pulled her skirt up, and turned to look at her reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the back of the door.
Thinking that her true love had caused those red welt marks on her ass turned her on, and while she looked at the ruler marks, she moved her fingers to her pussy. Pressing her palm against her black pubic patch, she started to let her fingers dance over her red cunt lips.
They got wetter, quite fast, and when they parted on their own, she could feel her fingers sliding in between them.
It was not the first time Marcy had masturbated, though it was the first time she'd done it at the Morley Private School for Girls.
She knew how to turn herself on, and this was the first time that she really had some kind of fantasy to go along with it. As she wiggled her stiff love button back and forth, she dreamed about Mr. Morley, standing over her, holding his ruler, watching her pussy play, and adding a whack to her ass every few seconds.
Of course, her fantasy went even further than that.
She dreamed of a bulge forming in the front of his pants, a bulge that would be quite obvious to her, so she would know she was turning him on.
As she started to come harder, her creamy juices dripping down her thigh, she fantasized about taking him out of his pants, and playing with his cock, which would be the thickest, longest cock in the world. She would rub the drops of come from the slit all over his cock head, and he would moan more as his cock head would be fully lubricated. Then, she would point his cock at her cunt.
He would start to come all over her black pussy patch, and she would moan louder, then move her lips to his, and kiss his perfect mouth.
In the end, Marcy let her fantasy take the best of her, and luckily she snapped out of it just in time to hear approaching footsteps. The girls were coming back up to their rooms now, which meant Shari would be coming into their room any second.
She managed to wipe her thighs clean with a towel, and although she didn't have time to slip into her panties again, she did get her skirt back on.
During the next few days, each time she would sit, she would be reminded of the ruler whipping, because it took that long for her ass to heal. However, it was not an unpleasant memory, and during most of those two days, each time she'd be reminded, her pussy would be dripping with wetness.
Her second punishment came just as her ass was healing from the first one.
She had been bored shitless in Mrs. Reynold's Math class, and was thinking, why should this day be different from any others? She started to doodle, at first, knowing that she could just go over the day's lesson in the review book, later that night.
Her doodles started to take certain forms, which at first, she was not at all conscious about.
But as the rigid cock and balls began to appear on the page, she started to draw in a pubic patch. Then, she started to draw a mouth right near the cock, and she was just putting the frizzy hair on when Mrs. Reynolds snatched the paper away from her.
From the look on her face, Marcy thought the woman might never have seen a hard cock before, though she was married.
However, she knew what Mrs. Reynolds was thinking, since she happened to be a frizzy-haired woman herself. Maybe it was unconscious, too, that Marcy was making her Math teacher the cocksucker in this case, but she didn't really know.
Mrs. Reynolds grabbed her by her long black hair, gave orders for the class to go on and do the next three problems in the book, then dragged Marcy out of the classroom and down the hall, toward the large oak office door.
She rapped on it, and a second later, it opened.
Mr. Morley looked at her, as if he was surprised to see her back after she'd had a punishment less than a week earlier.
"What did she do this time?" he asked Mrs. Howard, and the prudish Math teacher thrust the paper right under his nose.
Marcy kept her eyes glued to her dream Adonis' face, and for two seconds, she was positive she saw the man smiling slyly. It was only when he made eye contact with Mrs. Howard that he stopped smiling, and the stern, authoritative look returned.
"Get into this office, now," he commanded Marcy, and she could already feel her knees weakening, for she knew what would happen.
That time, the sound of his office door being slammed shut sent waves of pleasure through her body, for she knew that they were alone.
"And just who is this supposed to be?" he asked her, and she shrugged her shoulders.
He commanded her to bend forward once again, and he pulled her skirt up. The same thing that had happened the first time, happened this time, with her pussy being pressed up against the edge of the desk each time that he applied a ruler whack to her panty covered buttocks; but this time, there were fifteen whacks.
By the time the last one landed, she was having trouble catching her breath, for he'd actually brought her off to an orgasm. Luckily, her panties seeped up all the juices that were flowing from her pussy, because she thought he might be very angry if he saw some cream dripping down her thigh.
The third time she had been punished had been for whistling in the hallways between passing, and she thought it was totally ridiculous for there to be a rule that did not allow whistling during passing.
Of course, Marcy had a dirty song in mind, whose lyrics went like this:
"Let me suck it, then you can fuck it."
"Let me eat it, then you can beat it."
And so on. She imagined that Mr. Ryan, the English teacher who caught her, might have heard some of the girls at the school singing the song, with the lyrics, at other times in his life. The look of joy on her face as she had been singing it, might have made him know she was something of a horny girl.
So she was marched to Mr. Morley's office for the third time, in less than three weeks, but this time, there was a change in the punishment.
After being told to lean face forward over his desk, and after he pushed her skirt up, there was a long moment's pause.
Then, the young black-haired girl felt him moving his hand into the elastic waist band of her panties, and he yanked them down, fast.
"This will hurt you even more, and hopefully, you'll learn your lesson."
She felt a cool breeze blowing over her firm, white buttocks, seconds before the ruler whacked her hard on the behind.
It did hurt ten times more than any of the blows, but because her naked pussy was now pressed against the edge of the desk, she was getting turned on even faster than she had gotten turned on the other times.
Each time he whacked her, she went through what she considered a mild orgasm.
She wiggled her ass around a little bit, and groaned in pain, each time the whip whacked her. It seemed like he was trying to hit one buttock, and then the other, and then both at one time, forming some kind of whipping pattern.
She thought she felt a wetness on her ass at one point, and that brought her down for a second, because she felt that he must have drawn blood.
And it was when Marcy turned around, that she noticed something, for the very first time, out of all three punishments. It was the thing she had been thinking about every since that third ruler whipping.
The bulge in his pants was quite prominent, just like it had been in her fantasy. She hadn't even bothered to look at his crotch the first two times he whipped her, and when she saw the stiff bulge there the third time, it made her regret the fact that she hadn't looked those other times. Because maybe he had been hard then.
Of course, she also thought that he could have gotten hard this time because it was the first time he ever saw her naked ass.
She knew, too, that she happened to have one fabulous looking ass. Her buttocks started out looking nice and white, until he hit her enough times, but even then, with the ruler marks, and welts, it could not change the lovely curve of her ass cheeks.
He caught her looking at him, and turned away immediately.
"Get dressed and get out of here, and let's hope that you don't come back here for the rest of the term," he said.
Deep down, she felt that he was scared of her, or scared of what he might let himself do. She turned around before she bent down to pull up her panties, and thought that she caught him taking a fast glimpse at her pussy.
But he did not turn to face her completely, as if he was scared that she would look at his crotch again and see the bulge, that Marcy was sure was still there.
"I hope you've learned your lesson this time," he said to her.
She was not even thinking about it, as she left his office. Instead, she was trying to think of how many times he had hit her. Supposedly, because it was the third time she was being punishment, he should have given her twenty whacks.
But Marcy was positive he'd applied no more than ten, and then, when he had seen her looking at him, he had stopped.
That afternoon, as she ran up to her room, she was happy that most of the girls were going on an afternoon outing, one which she could not go on, being punished and all.
Because she had more of a chance to dream that afternoon, and she put a pillow under her buttocks, so that there would not be as much pain as there'd be sitting on the mattress, spread her legs, and played with herself.
She dreamed of the bulge she'd seen in his crotch.
She also dreamed of the doodle she'd been punished for the second time, and how it really hadn't been Mrs. Reynolds in the picture, even though the hair had been frizzy.
Marcy now knew that she was doodling a picture of what she thought Mr. Morley's cock would look like, and what she wanted to do with it, though she had never done it to any other cock before in her life.
She closed her eyes and could imagine his long, golden shaft, moving closer to her mouth. She could imagine the head of it rubbing over her lips, and then, her tongue moving out slowly between her lips, tasting the juices that were dripping from the thick slit on the head. One taste would let her know she wanted more, and she'd open her lips wider, and move them down the shaft.
He would be loving it, she imagined, and perhaps he might even be whacking her buttocks as he fucked her face, leaning forward so that he would be able to reach her with his long, solid ruler.
The thought of it had made her juices flow so much, that her pillow had been soaked by the time her fantasies were over, for the juices dripping right down near her ass cheeks, and then right into the pillow.
And ever since that day, she had dreamed of what he'd said.
"Let's hope that you don't come back here for the rest of the term."
Whatever could he mean by that? she wondered. Surely, he had to realize that if she'd been there three times during the first three weeks, she was going to have to end up there at least one more time that term, and maybe even more.
So, this afternoon, while sitting in Mrs. Reynold's Math class, she decided the time had come. Her ass was healed from the last whipping.
It was time for him to whip her again, and perhaps, more would happen.
So, first Marcy yawned, a great big yawn, that was also loud.
"Marcy, what is wrong with you?" Mrs. Reynolds asked, with some hostility in her voice, the same hostility having been there since the doodle incident.
"I guess I just didn't have enough sleep last night," she said, coldly.
"Well, try to get some tonight," the teacher said, and Marcy was upset.
Ploy number one had failed, so she went on to her second ploy.
She ripped a piece of paper out of her spiral notebook, loudly, so that Mrs. Reynolds cast a suspicious glance in her direction.
Then, when Marcy was sure that the woman was not looking, she wrote something down on the piece of paper, and slid it over to Shari, who was sitting at the next desk. She did this when the teacher was looking, purposely.
Shari opened the piece of paper and covered her mouth to keep from laughing, and all Marcy could think about was victory as the teacher stormed down the aisle between their desks, and grabbed the paper.
Shari looked at Marcy, with some fear, but Marcy just winked.
Mrs. Reynolds looked like she was going to die when she opened the paper and read what Marcy had written, in big block letters.
"THIS COURSE SUCKS!"
Marcy was all prepared. In fact, before passing the note, she'd even put her books together so that she could grab them as the teacher pulled her up and started to drag her down the hall, by the ear. Marcy wanted to bite the bitch's fingers off, for though she didn't mind taking her punishment, ear pulling was more than she could handle.
She didn't even tell the students to go on with the next problem because she was so shocked by what she had read.
Two raps were all it took before Mr. Morley opened his door, and before he could even ask, the frizzy haired Math teacher was thrusting the piece of paper into his hand. Once again, Marcy was positive she saw him smile first, but when he looked at the Math teacher, the smile was gone.
"Step inside," he said, and this time, although it was to be her fourth punishment in four weeks, he seemed nicer than the other three times.
He didn't even slam the door, but closed it gently, so that the two of them were alone. Marcy placed her books on the small table near the wall, walked toward his desk, bent over, pulled her skirt up, and her panties down, and waited.
Of course, she had done it purposely. He had not commanded her to do it, like he had those other times but she was thinking about the bulge in his pants, from the last time, and hoped she could get it to form this time.
"Uh, what do you think you're doing?" he asked her.
"Preparing myself. I thought it would be a waste of time for you to have to tell me, and thought you'd even appreciate it if I prepared myself."
"Well, I'm not ready yet. I want to talk," he said, and she had to smile before she turned around, because she knew what she was going to do next.
Marcy just turned around, hopped up on the edge of his desk, and sat there, with her legs spread as wide as she could spread them, considering the fact that she'd lowered her panties down around her ankles, and couldn't stretch her legs too far without ripping her panties right in half.
Of course, by doing that, she was baring her pussy right in front, of him, and she saw now that he looked there, first, seemed to turn red, then looked back up at her.
"Just what does this note happen to mean?" he asked her, and for the first time, out of her three visits with him, she felt like he was talking on a one to one basis with her, even going so far as to treat her like an adult.
"What does it mean?" she asked. "Well, this course, of course, is referring to Mrs. Reynold's Math course. And I think we know what sucks means."
"Don't be snotty with me, young lady," he said.
"I'm not trying to be, Mr. Morley. I really do respect you. I happen to like you a lot, too. But let's face it Mrs. Reynolds is not fit to be teaching Math. I mean, I can read everything right out of the book at night, and know it all. I don't need her there to give me a summary."
"And what about the other students? Do you think they can all learn that way?"
"I don't know. Maybe not. I guess not. I mean, Shari needs to have her explain the shit ... I mean, the stuff. But I don't."
"And what do you suggest I do about it?" he asked her.
"I have no suggestions. Maybe you can get me out of her class, and put me into a class where I'll be challenged. Besides, ever since that doodle incident, I know that bitch ... I mean, that woman, has it in for me. She hates me. She thinks it was her mouth near your cock ... I mean, the cock ..."
"My cock?" he asked her, and she could tell that he was smiling for sure now.
"No, the cock. I mean, I didn't even know it was going to be a cock when I first started to doodle. I was just bored in her class, and that's what came out. The mouth followed."
"All right, now. Now you can bend over," he said to her.
"What?" she asked, for she had expected something else to happen. She had thought that they had been having a good talk, and now, he was just going back to being the strict disciplinarian that he had been before.
It wasn't fair, she thought. She wanted him so bad.
As she bent over, she pressed her pussy against the edge of his desk again. Then, she felt the cool rushing breeze, a second before the ruler hit her on the buttocks. That time, for some reason, it seemed to hurt more than the other times, and when she turned to look, she could see that he was standing even closer to her.
He was also holding a thicker ruler than the one he'd used the other times.
"Nineteen more of these, and that should teach you a lesson," he said to her.
Marcy thought she was going to die this time. She though t that there was no way she would be able to put up with his ruler whipping, and the next time she felt the ruler hit her on the buttocks, she screamed out in pain.
The pain, in fact, was too much for her to handle. Even with her pussy pressed against the edge of the desk, nothing much was happening there. She had managed to build up some wetness before he started to hit her, but once the whipping started, she thought that there was no way she would be able to continue.
Then, there was a pause, and she thought she heard something.
It sounded like the sound of a zipper being opened, and when she turned back, she could see that he was opening his pants. He reached inside, and pulled his hard dick right out, then moved it toward her buttocks.
"Oh, Mr. Morley," she moaned. "You don't know how long I've dreamed about this."
He rubbed his thick cock against her buttocks, then started to rub it against her pussy lips from behind, as gently as he possibly could.
Marcy lifted herself up a little bit more, and slid her fingers down to her cunt lips in the front, spreading them, and moving her one middle finger to her clit. She started to wiggle it back and forth, then felt his pleasure pole sliding into her.
It was the first time she had ever felt a dick in her cunt, though she did not have her hymen, and knew that she didn't have it.
She'd been horseback riding when she was younger, and had lost it back then.
She felt him slamming his cock in all the way, and she started to come around him within a matter of seconds.
She heard him moaning then, and he pulled back. He moved his hands near her breasts and started to fondle them through her blouse. Marcy couldn't get over the way that felt, for his skilled fingers seemed to search out her nipples within a matter of seconds, and then, he was plucking on them.
His cock throbbed a few seconds later, and she felt his cream starting to shoot right into her pussy. He was moaning louder, and he kept thrusting the whole time, his groin slapping against her buttocks.
"Oh God, this feels fabulous," she was moaning. "This feels fantastic."
"Does it?" he asked, and she could sense that he was a little bit upset about it, then thought about the forceful way in which he had entered her, and the way each inward thrust had been rather hard, so his groin was hitting her sore buttocks.
Maybe, she was thinking, he was trying to hurt her by fucking her hard, and she had just opened her big mouth and told him it felt good.
She was even more sure that he wanted to hurt her by fucking her, when after she spoke, he started to pinch at her nipples even harder. He seemed to be twisting them, and she thought that he was going to rip them right off.
However, just then, his cock started to twitch a little bit, and he pulled himself out of her, and turned her around.
Before she could say anything, he was forcing her on her knees.
He moved his semi-limp cock to her lips, and commanded her to open her mouth.
She did so, and felt him ramming his cock into her mouth, hard. As soon as he was between her lips, he moved one hand behind her head, and held the back of her head. She felt his cock starting to stiffen, and since her lips were at the base of his shaft, when that happened, he was starting to penetrate her throat.
She could feel her throat taking him in, because she had no choice, but a few seconds later, when Mr. Morley's thick long, dick was as hard as it could be, she felt the way she was starting to choke around it.
Her eyes bulged out of her head with fear, and he looked down at her and started to laugh in a rather snide way.
"So you thought it would be all fun and games, didn't you?" he asked her. "It isn't. It isn't. A man can really hurt a woman, particularly an impudent one."
He let up on the back of her head a little, pulled his shaft back so she could breathe, then slammed himself in again.
Next, as he held himself in her throat for a few seconds, he reached for the longer, thinner ruler, that her been used on her ass the other times. He bent over and started to whack her ass as hard as he could.
And yet, though she knew he was trying to hurt her, she couldn't help but start to come, because it was just like she had fantasized about.
She slid her hand down to her pussy and began to play with herself, rubbing her wet cunt lips, then sliding a finger in and feeling all this cream dripping out of her. It was, Marcy knew, a combination of his come and her come, and when she started to wiggle her clit back and forth, she was coming all over again.
When she was coming, it wasn't so bad to have his cock stuffed in her mouth. In fact, she started to work her tongue over the underside of his shaft, and she could hear the way that he was moaning softly.
When he started to moan like that, he still whacked her ass with the ruler, but she could feel him doing it with less strength behind each blow. It was as if he was so turned on that he couldn't hit her as hard as he wanted to.
Mr. Morley started to thrust in and out of her mouth faster and faster, and he could feel the way her lips and tongue were doing such a nice job on his cock.
He started to think. He had known that this would be happening soon enough. He had felt something for her the very first time she had come into my office, and he tried to fight those feelings.
For it had happened before, and he knew the consequences.
The last time, he remembered, she had seen his bulge, and he had known that she had seen it. That was why he had turned his back on her.
This time, the little nymph had gone too far, turning him on so much that he just couldn't control himself. And he knew she knew what she was doing.
After all, she had just sat there talking with him for a few minutes, with her pussy bared right in front of him.
She had to know it was turning him on, and he knew what he was trying to accomplish by fucking her face this hard.
He knew what he had been trying to accomplish by fucking her cunt. After all, he was quite sure that she had been a virgin, before he entered her, and he had been hoping that he would rip her apart, break her cherry, and cause her pain.
Instead, he had brought her pleasure, and she had loved the way he fucked her.
Now, it seemed like her feelings were mixed. At first, when he had rammed his hard dick into her mouth and choked her, he thought that she was hating it, and he had even started to slap her ass with the ruler again, to add to her hatred.
He knew, in a second, why she was getting turned on.
He could see that she was frigging her little pussy, fast and hard, and he reached down and grabbed her hand, then pulled it up to his balls, so she could not only cup his hot balls and turn him on, but also, so she couldn't play with herself.
It made no difference, for by that time, Marcy's pussy juices were flowing steadily, and all she had to do was rub her legs together.
Mr. Morley watched her tits, heaving up and down through her blouse, and looked at her pretty face. He could see her light eyes looking up at him, and when he looked at her lips, wrapped around his shaft, he couldn't get over it.
He knew he had a thick cock shaft, and knew that it was something of a strain for her to be able to open her mouth wide enough to take his shaft in. The look of it was quite enough to turn him on, and make him pulse.
He fucked her face faster then, his balls slapping her chin, because she just couldn't hold onto them much longer. As he started to pulse, he started to curse at her, and told her that she was going to have to swallow every drop of his load, because if she didn't, her punishment would be more severe.
Then, when he was going to come, he rammed his cock deep into her throat so the cream first shot there. He could hear her choking, and could see tears running down her cheeks, and he smiled with as evil a look as he could put on.
He reached down and yanked at one of her tits, hard, pulling it and squeezing the nipple, even twisting it a little bit.
Then, after he had finished coming, he pulled out, smacked her across the face with his dick, then pushed it back into his pants.
"Now stand up and bend over," he said to her, and when she couldn't stand up fast enough, because her legs were shaky, he pulled her by her hair.
He pushed her face forward over his desk, and started to whack her ass with the thicker ruler, taking up from where he had left off.
"Three, four, five," he started to moan, as he hit her, and she couldn't believe that he was going to continue, and give her the twenty whacks she was supposed to get.
But he did, and Marcy felt like her ass was on fire by the time he was finished.
As soon as he was, he commanded her to pull up her panties, pull down her dress, and get out of his office, fast.
"And let's hope that this doesn't happen again," he said, slamming the door behind her, hard, so that she almost jumped in the hall.
She started to walk back to her room, more confused than she'd ever been.
CHAPTER TWO
Of course she was confused, Mr. Morley knew, but that was the way it had to be.
For he had let it happen again, and as he closed his office door behind, her, slamming it hard so she would be scared, he locked it.
He turned toward his desk, and looked at her pussy cream, near the edge, where her cunt had been pressed against it.
He walked over, and got down on his knees, then licked the cream away. As he did, he moved his hand to his crotch and rubbed his cock through his pants and underpants. Like always, the sweet fragrance of young cream was turning him on again, even though he had just com e a few seconds ago.
The taste, on his tongue, was better than anything else he could ever hope to taste. It was always so much better when they were young, he knew.
And yet, he had promised himself he would not let it happen again. He had made a vow that none of the girls would turn him on so he would lose control and take them.
For it had happened before, a few times, and though he hadn't regretted it those other times, once, just once, there had been a girl who had been smart enough to know that she could take advantage of him, after he had taken advantage of her.
Mr. Morley walked toward his desk, after licking Marcy's cream off, and sat down in his plush chair. He opened his bottom drawer, pushed the papers aside, and pulled out the small bottle of whiskey.
He opened it, took a quick slug, then put it back, and pushed the papers back over it so that no one would ever find it.
The whiskey helped him relax a little bit, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, moving his hand over his crotch still.
He had always dreamed of running a private girl's school, for as long as he could remember. He had fought his true feelings for wanting to do it. He didn't want to admit to himself that there was something about the nubile flesh of a young girl, particularly of a young virgin, as most of the students were.
For years, he had been a teacher in an ordinary city school, remaining unmarried because when a woman reached a certain age, he just wasn't that attracted. He felt that once a woman had even the slightest wrinkle on her body, she just wasn't as attractive. But a young girl had tight, fresh flesh, without a single mar. He had saved his money, and had ended up borrowing from his brother, so that he had enough to buy the small school that was for sale.
And since that time, he had become a strict disciplinarian.
Whenever a girl broke the rules in his school, he would have her sent to his office, where she would be ruler whipped, or caned, or sometimes, if the girl was being punished for her sixth of seventh time, he would whip them with a thick leather whip.
After each time, whenever the girl would leave after her punishment, he would slam the door shut, lock it, and jerk himself off.
For it was rare that he could administer a punishment without feeling some kind of lust, even when he whipped a pantie-clad young lady.
Of course, seeing the fresh naked buttocks of a young fifteen or sixteen year old girl was even more of a turn-on for him, and he usually couldn't wait for the punishment to end so that the girl could leave.
And he'd sit, stroking his cock, rubbing his hand up and down his long hard shaft, content to get off like this. It was better than having one of the girls, for though he knew he would like to have all of them, he knew there were consequences.
Most of them were underage, and should a girl talk about what happened, he knew that he could get in trouble.
Of course, Mr. Morley considered lying, saying that the girl was lying, and all he had done was whip them as a punishment.
Then, five years back, it had happened, for the very first time.
Her name was Nicki, and she was a striking redhead. The first time she had come into his office to be punished, he had felt his cock rising, before she had ever bent over and he had even pulled up her skirt.
She had been punished four times before he couldn't hold back, and each time, he had kept her panties on, sensing that the look of her bare buttocks would be much more than he could handle.
But Nicki was a rather smart girl, and the fifth time that she came into his office, she had pulled her panties down, and wiggled her ass. Before he could even hit her, she had turned around, baring her naked pussy.
"I know that you want me, Mr. Morley," she said to him. "I know that you have to want me, perhaps as much as I want you."
And while she was speaking, her fingers were moving to her cunt. She was rubbing her pussy lips gently, alluringly, letting herself get wetter. The juices began to drip down her thigh, and he could feel his cock getting stiff.
Without even saying anything, she moved her hand to his zipper.
She pulled it down slowly, then opened his pants and slid them down around his ankles, so she could see his thick cock and balls. She got down on her knees in a second, moving her tongue to the head of his cock.
He had never seen anything like it. At the time, it was like a dream come true, for he had lusted after young flesh for years, content to just jerk himself off after the lashings he would inflict.
But as she moved her red tongue to his cock, then started to lick the head and place her lips around it, he could feel his knees weakening.
She was playing with her pussy while she started to give him a blow job, moving her sweet lips up and down his shaft, moving her mouth all the way down at times so her nose was pressed against his pubic patch.
She was inhaling deeply when she did that, taking in the sweet scent of his musky male odor. Then, while his cock was still in her mouth, Nicki was opening up her blouse so that her breasts wee soon exposed. All she had to do was yank her bra down below her tits, and her bra even helped to push them up.
Mr. Morley had not been able to control himself. He moved his hands down to her breasts, pressing his palms against her soft white flesh. He felt her nipples stiffen against his palms, then plucked at them with his fingers.
"Oh, you taste so good," she moaned, licking her way down his cock, pressing it against his pubic patch and belly while her lips went to his heavy hanging balls. "I could love a man like you, Mr. Morley."
She sucked both of his balls into her mouth, which he knew was quite a mouthful, because he happened to have huge balls.
Then, she was blowing hot air against his balls, while she rubbed his rigid cock shaft all over her face, so that some of his pre-come was dripping onto her cheeks.
Mr. Morley thought that she looked so sensational. He could not get over the expert work she was doing on his cock, and he thought that he was going to come any second. Nicki seemed to know that, and she let his balls fall into her waiting palm, then sucked his cock head back between her lips.
As she did, his dick started to throb harder and harder, and he knew that he was going to come in her mouth within seconds.
As he did, he felt her pressing her tongue against the head of his cock, and he thought that he was going to pass out. His cock head was always so sensitive when he would jerk off, and most of the times, he wouldn't even touch the head as he was coming, because he couldn't bear the pleasure.
But she was flicking her tongue back and forth against the head, and he just managed to lean back against his desk for some support.
Nicki sucked his dick dry, and even kept him in her mouth until she was sure that he would not lose his hard-on.
Then, she stood up and kissed him hard on the lips, pressing his cock against her naked, wet pussy, and moaning as she did it.
"Eat me first," she said to him, and he knew that she sensed she had command.
It was then that he rapped her on the ass with the ruler, just to let her know that no matter what, he was still in charge. He did end up on his knees while she leaned back against the desk though, and Nicki's pussy was the first nubile one he had ever eaten in his life. Eaten was not even the way to describe it, he thought.
He feasted on it, licking her clit until her juices were flowing, sucking as hard as he could so that they were rolling into his mouth.
He blew hot air into her pussy at times, for he could hear her moaning rather loud. In fact, he had thought, it was too loud for comfort, and he told her to please try and be a little more quiet.
She did, and he made her come three times before he stood up and entered her.
Mr. Morley would never forget the way he felt he would come the second he was inside of her, and he thrust his way in deep and then held himself there, until her tight pussy spasms had subsided.
Only then was he sure that he could thrust in and out of her without having to worry about his coming too fast. After all, this was the kind of thing he had dreamed about for years, and he did not want it to end in seconds.
She seemed to know that, too. She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him hard, wrapping her legs around his buttocks at the same time so that she could rub the sweat back into his ass.
He loved the way it felt, and must have fucked her for about an hour before he knew that he couldn't hold back. Nor did he try to that time, thinking that someone might be wondering why she was being punished for so long.
He sucked her tongue hard as he was coming in her pussy, and he could feel the way her tight spasms were kind of sucking the cream right out of him. He loved the way that felt, and overall, it was the best orgasm of his life, up until that time in his life. For better ones were to follow.
However, as he came out of his sexual frenzy with Nicki, he started to realize something, and had to act fast.
As he pulled out of her cunt, he reached for his ruler again, rolled her over, and gave her one last crack on the ass.
"Young lady, you should be ashamed of yourself. Just what would your parents think were I to tell them that you were a lecherous nymphomaniac?" he screamed at her, with such hostility, that he sent rushing waves of fear through her body.
"Oh, please, Mr. Morley," she moaned. "Please. You can't tell them that."
"But you did seduce me, young lady. You could get into a lot of trouble if I were to let anyone know. You could."
"Please. I promise not to tell anyone, if you do. I promise."
"Well, I'll have to think about it. Come back to see me tomorrow, and I'll tell you the decision that I've made."
And she dressed, and left his office, quite fearful that he might tell someone what had happened between them.
Of course, it had all been a ploy. After all, if anyone could have gotten into trouble, it was him, for she was the minor, and he was the head of the school.
When she came back the next day, he wanted her more than ever. He thought that she had purposely put on her make-up in such a way as to make herself look more beautiful than he'd thought she was before.
For that reason, he could not even stand up when she was in his office. Instead, he stayed seated, behind his desk, so she wouldn't see the way his dick was stiff in his pants. For even with underwear, when he got an erection, it was quite obvious, and always had been, since his cock had reached its fully grown state.
"Have you made a decision?" she asked him, as meek as a mouse.
"Yes," he told her. "I've looked over your records, and I believe that because you are such a good student, I'd like you to continue here. I am not going to say anything to anyone about your lecherous ways, nor is it to ever happen again. And let's hope you can stay on your best behavior! for the rest of your time here."
He could tell, by the way she looked at him, that her feeling of lust for him was as strong as his feeling was for her, still, even after having her once.
But he could not act upon those feelings again, for it could mean the end of his career, were she to tell anyone.
Therefore, she was dismissed, and for the rest of Nicki's stay at the Morley Private School for Girls, their encounters were polite, cordial, and completely sexless, though he knew he wanted her.
He knew it even after she left his office that time after their sexual encounter, because had pulled his hard cock out of his pants and was able to come in a matter of seconds, just thinking about how wonderful her cunt had tasted when he'd eaten he, and how beautiful she looked naked.
Usually, he was a man with a strong will, but there had been others.
Anise was a beautiful black-haired French girl, who seemed to think about sex all of the time. In fact, it was mostly her sexual encounters that got her into trouble. The first time she'd been brought to his office was because she was caught masturbating in her room, and he had to have a talk with her about it, after whipping her.
"You make it sound as if sex is bad," she had told him. "It is not. Perhaps for someone who is uptight, it is, Mr. Morley, but I did nothing wrong."
He had no answer for her, when it came to that, since he agreed.
Still, his school had to have certain standards, and when she was caught giving the gardener a blow job in one of the bathrooms, she was brought to his office a second time, and that was the time when he took her.
He did it as a kind of punishment, forcing her to get on her knees, then ramming his hard, thick cock in and out of her mouth.
As he did, he could see the way her breasts were heaving up and down in her blouse, and he knew that she was getting turned on. So he fucked her face harder, in the hopes that she would not like it.
She had, and she even managed to suck all of his come into her throat when he was starting to shoot off.
He had sensed he would have problems telling her that it was all her fault, but he did not, because, in many ways, she was like him.
Once he had a girl, he felt satisfied with that one time.
Once she had a man, she felt satisfied, and didn't feel like she had to have him again.
"I just wanted to see if you had a normal sex drive, Mr. Morley," she said. "And I see that you do. I'm happy to know that you are normal."
"And what are you planning to do about it?" he asked her, without letting his voice display the fear he was feeling.
"Nothing. That's all. We have had our thing. I'll finish my term here, and then I think I'll go back to France. I like the schools better there. Besides, they don't care who you fuck and suck back there."
Then she'd kissed him, on the lips, hard, and he had known that she would never give away the secret of what had gone on between them.
After all, like she had said to him, she considered his sex drive normal, and there was no reason for her to go around talking about something that was normal.
Mr. Morley thought about some of the others.
There had been Nancy, and beautiful blonde, whose ass was so beautiful that he wanted to take her there, and she had been willing. She had wanted him from the very first time she saw him, and when she knew that he wanted to take her in the ass, she even went and cleaned herself out first.
When she came back, and he pulled down her panties, he could see that she had gone as far as greasing up her asshole.
As he slid his thick pole into her, he moved his fingers around and started to play with her pussy, which she loved.
It did not take him long to come inside of her, and when he did, he could feel her creamy hot juices dripping down all over his fingers. He loved the way that it felt, and it turned him on so much, that he didn't even lose his hard-on after fucking her ass, and was able to keep it up.
She was young, naive, and rather stupid, too, like all the rest.
He was able to convince her that it was her fault he'd fucked her, that she was the one who had turned him on and come on to him.
And therefore, he was positive that she would never tell anyone about it, and he would be safe. For he realized something, with each one.
By fucking them, he was putting himself in a vulnerable position. Were any one of them to realize that they could have control over him, by reversing the threat, and saying that he had been the one to lead what happened, he would have shrunk in fear.
Because basically, that was the truth. Whenever he would whip an ass on one of the young girls, he would want to fuck them, because they had that young, tight flesh.
He would always resist, unless, of course, the temptation was too great.
And then, two years back, he'd come up against Marilyn.
Marilyn was one of the most beautiful young girls he had ever seen in his life. She had short blonde hair, and the body of a woman, as far as her curves went. When her parents first brought her up to the school to be interviewed, Mr. Morley was ready to refuse, because he thought that this was one girl he would not be able to resist.
That first day, during the interview, when she could wear her own clothing, and not the Morley uniform, he couldn't take his eyes off of her thighs, because she was wearing one of the shortest skirts he'd ever seen in his life.
Finally, because of her mother's pleading, he had agreed to take her in.
Of course, there was one other reason. Looking at her grades from her last school made him realize, or at least think, that she was your typical dumb blonde.
She'd just managed to pass all of her courses, but straight C's were really far below the Morley standards.
Still, he thought that physically, she would be a welcome attraction to the school.
As he thought about Marilyn, he took out his whiskey bottle again and had to take another slug, just to calm down. She had almost ruined his entire career, that dumb fucking bitch. Or rather, that smart bitch.
Because grades really had nothing to do with intelligence. A person could be smart in school, and have no common sense at all, because being smart in classes just involved studying the material in the books, and memorizing it for tests.
Marilyn was smart in English, but hated Math and Sciences, and History, and most of the times, she would be brought to his office to be punished because she'd been caught dozing off in any of those three classes, or cheating on tests, or cursing out the teachers when she got pissed off at them.
The first few times she was brought into his office to have her little ass ruler whipped, she'd also played dumb.
She had started to bend over and let him whack her, and when the punishment was over, she would turn to him and she'd be crying, begging for forgiveness.
Then, when she was being brought into his office for the tenth time in a one month period, he knew he would have to go further.
He took out his thick leather whip, and started to lash her buttocks, so hard, that he, was even scaring himself, thinking that he could permanently damage her lovely looking buttocks, which was not something he wanted to do.
After a few lashings, he stopped, and she rolled over.
It was the first time he had ever seen her golden cunt bush, and her lovely red pussy lips, and the second she rolled over, she moved her hand to his crotch. She started to rub the stiff bulge that was there, then spoke softly.
"Mr. Morley, I'm so sorry about what I did today. I really am. I wish that there was some way I could make it up to you."
And before he even had a chance to say anything, she was getting down on her knees in front of him. She was pulling his zipper down as fast as she could, then moving her mouth to his dick, so she could blow hot air on it through his underwear. He could feel himself throbbing long before she took him out.
Marilyn, he recalled, had to have the warmest, most soothing mouth out of all the young girls he'd ever been with.
When she pulled his cock out of his pants, then opened his belt so she could play with his balls as well, he could feel her heated breath all over his groin. As her lips surrounded his cock head and she started to move them down his golden shaft, he could feel the way his knees were buckling.
Then, she held his cock deep in her mouth, and pressed his balls between her lips, too. It was the first time he'd ever felt anything like that.
He could not hold back, and she didn't even try to pull back as his dick was starting to shoot of into her throat. In fact, she seemed to love the fact that his come was shooting into her throat, and she moaned around his dick as she swallowed it, pulling back just in time to get the last load on her tongue, so that she could taste it.
Then, she stood up and started to open her blouse, never letting up on his cock, jerking and massaging it with her hand the wholly time.
He stayed hard, because she was just so lovely, and as she, lay back on the desk, he moved his mouth to hers, and pressed his body down on top of hers.
She was one of the few that he opened his shirt for, revealing a muscular, hairy chest, covered with blond curls.
She started to rub her tits all over his chest, and he loved the way they were so sweaty, and made his chest hairs nice and wet. Then, he began to move his mouth down her body, licking her red nipples, one at a time, his fingers playing with the one he was not licking, so that both were getting a workout at the same time.
He kept pressing himself against her cunt, too, to keep her turned on.
He could feel her juices against the lower part of his belly, while he was sucking on her lovely tits and pressing himself there, and she started to thrust herself upward against him, so that her pussy was flowing even more.
Then, she moved her hands to his shoulders, and pushed him down more, something that made him quite happy, for a number of reasons.
After all, Mr. Morley had been thinking, he was going to have to blame this whole thing on her when it was over, though he was hoping it would not be over for the longest time. She was the first he'd almost stripped himself naked for.
She pushed his mouth down to her pussy, and by the time he started to suck, she had a cunt full of warm juices.
He sucked those out of her first, savoring their sweet flavor, then began to move his tongue back and forth over her stiff love button. She kept rubbing her hands through his blond hair, in an attempt to kind of hold him down and make sure that he was not going to try to pull his head up at all.
Mr. Morley had no intentions of doing that right away. He was happy with his mouth near her pussy, and happy with her juicing flow.
He was also happy listening to the way she was moaning.
"Oh suck those juices out of me, darling. I love the way your tongue feels as it's darting against my clit, and you're just making more cream so you can suck it out. Oh, suck harder now. Harder, and I'll just explode."
And when he did suck harder, he loved it, for his mouth was met with another surging flow of her cream. In fact, that time, there was so much of it, that he could hardly even swallow it all, and much of it ran down his chin.
She seemed like she was exhausted at the time, and Mr. Morley loved what he was doing to her. He started to lick his way back up her flesh, which now tasted more and more salty, because of the way she had been sweating while he was eating her.
He moved his hard cock near her cunt, and could feel the way she was even going so far as to push herself against him.
He loved that. In many ways, he knew that he could even blame her for this, for she was the one pushing herself down on his dick.
Once the thick head of his cock was between her cunt lips, he pushed the rest of his shaft in deeper.
Marilyn had raised her ass up higher, and his cock shaft made much better contact with her clit that way. He could feel the way her pussy walls were spasming around him and he knew he would be able to hold back.
As she pulled his mouth closer to her lips, she kissed him, then started to move her lips near his ear. She was blowing hot air into his ear, and whispering about how much she loved the way he was fucking her.
"Yeah, Mr. Morley. Spank my ass. Spank it real hard. I wanna feel your hands cracking against my ass flesh. You'll love it, too."
And the second he whacked her hard on the ass with his hand, he knew why she wanted to be spanked so much. She just adored the feeling of a hand hitting her, and the slapping contact tended to make her pussy spasm more around his dick. He could feel the way her wet, hot pussy was just getting tighter.
He had never felt anything like it. Out of all the other girls he had been with, Marilyn just turned out to be the hottest.
When he reached a point where he thought he wasn't going to be able to hold back, and would start to slow down, she'd move her pussy, just a little, so there was still a fantastic rubbing contact against his cock.
She seemed to know enough, not to make full thrusting movements, so that he wouldn't come right away. In fact, he was thinking at the time, maybe he had even been wrong about her. Maybe she wasn't even a virgin.
She sure seemed to know more about cocks than a virgin would know.
There did reach a point where he knew that he couldn't hold back, and as he felt his cock pulsing, she was moaning in his ear.
"Shoot, baby. Shoot that hot cream into my pussy. I've been wanting it since the first moment I met you. I've been wanting to feel you filling my cunt. I could see your eyes looking up and down my thighs. I was even thinking of raising my skirt a little bit more. I was thinking of taking the Morley dress code and shoving it. I wanted my school skirt to be so high you could see my thighs."
"Because I know you loved the look of my hot thighs, Mr. Morley. I know that you wanted to plow your dick between them even then."
He didn't say anything to her. It was as if he was thinking that she already knew too much, and he could not admit to her that she was right.
But her warm breath in his ear, and her hot cunt around his cock, were what took him all the way. He could not hold back, and he rammed himself deep inside of her pussy and started to shoot his load.
She exploded again, and he could feel her spasming pussy sucking the come out of his cock, making it the best orgasm of his life. Ever!
As he started to pull back, she was rubbing her hands up and down his hairy chest, playing with the curls that were soaking wet now. She moved her fingers to his nipples, too, and plucked at them as gently as she could.
However, he knew it was time to show his authority again.
"You lecherous nymphomaniac," he said to her. "You little tramp. How dare you come on to me like this. How dare you."
And he slapped her across the face, which threw her off at first.
"If I were to tell your parents about this, they would probably take you out of this school and give you a sound whipping."
He went on and on, and at first, he thought he had instilled the fear in her. He told her how everyone would think of her as a tramp for the rest of her life, if they knew the kind of lecherous bitch she was. If they knew how she just came on to men left and right. If they knew what an eager cocksucker she was.
And finally, he had to say what he was getting at.
"So I'll promise not to tell anyone about this, as long as you do the same. Is that understood young lady? Answer me. Is that understood?"
And that was when she sat up, and folded her arms across her chest, looking like she was really pissed off at him.
"Now just one minute, Mr. Morley, you fucking bastard."
"What did you say?"
"You heard me. I wouldn't give two fucks what people thought about me. Now what do you have to say about that? What would you think if I did tell everyone what happened?"
He couldn't say anything, because he was too nervous.
Marilyn, though lacking intelligence, sure seemed to have a lot of common sense.
"I know you're trying to lay this whole trip on me, Mr. Morley, but don't give me this shit about it being for my sake. No fucking way. It's for your sake, and I know it. Why, were I to tell what happened, you could be locked up. I'm not yet sixteen and no matter what you'd say, I could scream rape. You'd be locked up, and you'd never be able to teach again when you got out."
He was trying to think of something to say to her. Something to deny what she was saying, but there was no way he could, for she was right.
"Don't think I don't understand that. And as for my parents, they know I like to fuck. The reason they sent me up here was because I was caught with a boy back at the other school I went to. And I love it, Mr. Morley."
"But then again, so do you. So do you. I knew you wanted me from the first day you saw me, and now that you've had me, things are going to change around here."
"What are you talking about?"
"I hate most of my courses. I think they're boring as shit, and because they are, I'm not going anymore. I'm sure you'll be able to arrange for me to get an A in most of them. It will make Mother and Dad super happy. And as for you, I haven't had as much of you as I want. I like you. We're gonna have a lot of fun during the next two years. You can bet your ass, and that big dick of yours, that we will."
And she had been smart enough, unlike the others, to realize that she had something over him, and he'd always regretted it.
Not that he regretted the last two years with her. She was still a super hot fuck, and she loved to get it in any of her three hot holes.
When her failing report card was sent to his office, with most of her teachers having given her an F, because she never went to class, he had to take another one, fill it out, and give her all A's.
He knew that some of the teachers suspected what was going on, and Mrs. Reynolds, in fact, had even taken advantage.
Last spring, when Marilyn had graduated, Mr. Morley had been thrilled. He knew that he would be losing the best fuck he'd ever had in his life, the hottest bitch on two feet. But he also knew he wouldn't be tempted anymore.
And when this fall term had started, he'd vowed not to let it happen again. He'd vowed not to let any of the girls tempt him enough. He vowed to stick to masturbation after an ass whipping, because overall, his relationship with Marilyn had been more trying than anything else.
After all, he liked having the power over women, and once she knew that she could get him, she knew she had the power over him.
It had happened again! He hated himself for it, but it had happened!
That was why he had pushed her out of his office afterwards, and acted like he was really angry with her. He had to confuse Marcy.
Because, from the very first time she had come into his office, he suspected that Marcy was a rather intelligent girl. He suspected that she kept breaking the rules so she would purposely be sent to his office.
And he had let it happen! He hated himself for it.
But, he thought, as he took another slug from the bottle, and then another, maybe she was just left too confused. Maybe she'd never even realize that she could turn the tables on him, and hold it over him!
He prayed that she wouldn't.
CHAPTER THREE
Though it seemed like it had taken the longest time, when Marcy found herself back out in the hall, she glanced up at the clock.
It had only taken twenty minutes, and Mrs. Reynolds' Math class was still going on. She did not know what she was supposed to do, and at first, she turned to knock on Mr. Morley's office door to ask him.
He had never really settled that. Was she supposed to go back to the woman's class until the period was over, or was she supposed to go up to her room? After all, she had told him she didn't need to learn what Mrs. Reynolds taught. She could just go and study it out of the review book.
Her ass was still sore, and there was even some cream dripping from her pussy, into her panties. In fact, most of her body was sore.
In the end, she decided to go back to the class, in order to avoid any further punishment, at least for the time being. It just seemed like it was the safer thing for her to do, and as she opened the door and stepped in, all eyes looked at her.
Did they know? She thought that maybe they did. After all, they were all looking at her as if they did know.
Mrs. Reynolds nodded toward her seat, so that Marcy knew the woman wanted her to sit down again, but she sensed that he woman knew, too.
"What happened?" Shari leaned over and whispered, and Marcy shook her head.
"He just whipped me again, this time twenty times. I have a feeling I'm going to start being good. Each time, the whippings are longer and harder."
"I don't know why you let yourself get in trouble," Shari said.
"Girls, I want both of you to shut your mouths," the teacher screamed out. "Unless you both want to pay another visit to Mr. Morley."
And this time, Marcy did keep her mouth closed, because now she was kind of scared of being sent back there.
Of course, she was thinking, when there had been pleasure, it had been fantastic, but when there had been pain, it had been unbearable.
And since there had been pain when it ended, with those last few ruler whacks to her ass, that was what she was thinking about the most.
"Marcy," the teacher said, before she went on with the lesson, "I want you to stay after class so we can have a talk."
Marcy was scared now. She wondered what Mrs. Reynolds wanted to talk to her about, and she decided that at least for the next ten minutes, until the end of the class, she was going to be on her best behavior, even if it killed her.
It almost did, because five minutes more into the lesson, she was once again bored shitless. Though Mrs. Reynolds was an attractive redheaded lady, she rated as one of the most boring, if not the most boring, teacher that Marcy'd ever encountered.
When the bell rang, the other students gathered up their books, and Marcy continued to sit with her hands folded, at her desk. Mrs. Reynolds waited until the others had left, walked over and closed the door, then walked toward the young girl.
"What happened in Mr. Morley's office?" she said, leaning back against the desk in front of Marcy's, and folding her arms.
"Why, nothing. I mean, the usual punishment. Only this time, harder."
She noticed the woman sniffing, as if she had a runny nose.
"And that's all?" she asked. "That's all that happened there?"
"Yes, Mrs. Reynolds. What more do you think could have happened?"
"I'm not paid to think about that, young lady," the woman said, suddenly taking on a stern, snotty attitude. "I just wanted to make sure that he punished you well enough to keep you on your best behavior from now on. Now you missed the homework assignment that I gave while you were out of the class. I want you to do the problems on pages fifty-three and four, and I'm going to check over your paper more carefully than the rest. If you think this class sucks, I'm just going to make it harder for you."
And then, the woman was silent for a few seconds.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, sniffing at the air again.
"You mean that I'm dismissed?" Marcy asked, and Mrs. Reynolds nodded.
"You don't expect me to sit here looking at your tear-streaked face all day, do you? Get out of my classroom now!"
The young girl stood up, picked up her books, and started to leave. Mrs. Reynolds turned to watch her, and was rather surprised when Marcy turned and told her to have a good day, something she had never done before.
As soon as Marcy was out of the room, Jean Reynolds started to smile slyly.
That bastard did it again, she started to think. Marcy won't admit it to me because she hates me, but that bastard Mike Morley did it again. He couldn't keep himself from doing it, the lecherous old bugger. Or young bugger.
She walked to her desk, pulled out some homework papers from the day before, then started to go over the problems, making big red X's over the wrong answers.
But she could not concentrate for long, because she couldn't think of anything else but Michael Morley, and his beautiful dick.
She closed her eyes for a second, and remembered the only other cock she'd ever seen in her life, before his. That happened to be the cock on Mr. Robert Reynolds, the man she had been married to for three years, whose name she still kept.
When she had first met Robert, she'd fallen head over heels in love with him. Both of them were studying Math at the college where they met.
He was her ideal kind of man, with short blond hair and light blue eyes. Also, she could tell, he had a muscular chest and muscular arms.
They started to date each other, and he was as much attracted to her as she was to him. Back in those days, many girls remained virgins until they were married, and Jean had been planning on doing that.
She was also planning on marrying Robert, who told her how much he loved her, and how she would be the ideal wife.
He had his own apartment off campus, and one night, she found herself there late. She asked him if he would walk her home to her dorm, but Robert shook his head.
"Why don't you spend the night here, Jean?" he asked her.
"Because that would not be proper, Robert. You know that."
"Oh, stop being such a prude. I love you, and you love me. We're going to be getting married one day, so we might as well know what each other is like."
She tried to resist, though not all that much. For Jean Reynolds could be a strong woman when she wanted to be, so she knew that she really did want it to happen. If she hadn't, she could have gotten up and left.
Robert kissed her gently on the lips, and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Although they had known each other for a few months by that time, it was the first time he ever tongue-kissed her, and she felt a warmth flooding through her entire body.
He started to push her back on the bed, and that was it.
He moved his lips to her neck, and while he was licking and kissing her there, his fingers were working their way down to her blouse. She didn't resist as he was opening her blouse. After all, she wanted it now, and also, knew she would marry him.
When her blouse was open, he pulled it off, and while she was sitting up and letting him do that, he opened her bra and pulled that off, also.
Jean knew he loved the way her breasts looked, because he told her as much, and then proceeded to make love to her breasts. At least that was how she thought of it, for he licked and kissed her nipples for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, as he was sucking on one, he was moving his hand down to her pussy, rubbing her first through her pants, then opening her pants.
He slid his hand into her panties, and she moaned as she felt a man touching her virgin pussy for the very first time.
He started to slide his fingers into her, and found her clit within a few seconds. He wiggled it back and forth gently, and Jean could not believe the way she was feeling. Her passions were rising by the second, and she had never believed it was possible to feel such a torrid heat inside of her body.
"Oh, lick me," she started to moan, and he slid down the bed, pulled her pants and panties off, then moved his mouth to her cunt.
As soon as he started to suck on her clit, she was coming.
Her juices were flowing steadily out of her pussy, and he kept sucking and licking that stiff love button inside of her, so well, that she-thought she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
Then, she noticed something. While he was on the edge of the bed, he was moving the lower half of his body around. He was, in fact, opening his pants and then pushing them off, kicking his shoes off at the same time.
When the lower half of his body was naked, he started to turn around.
Jean had never seen a hard cock before in her life, though she had always tried to imagine what one would look like.
As he moved it closer to her mouth, she was happy to see that he looked so long and proud. She was happy to finally see one, but when he tried to get it into her mouth, she didn't know if she could do it.
After all, didn't men piss from their dicks? She knew they did.
"Come on, baby," he moaned to her. "Come on. You can suck it. I know you'll love it. And just think. I'll be feeling the same kind of pleasure you are. I'm turning you on now, and if you suck it, you'll turn me on."
She moved her lips to the head of it and kissed it gently. She did not like the taste of it right away, and it would take her a few more months before she did. But she loved him, and loved the way his cock and balls looked. She knew that it was her duty to try and please him, the way he pleased her.
She rolled onto her side; because she did not like the idea of him hovering over her-face, because then, he could thrust himself all the way into her mouth and throat, and she was not able to pull her head back.
When she lay on her side, of course, she could, and that way, she didn't have to take him in her throat at all.
As she started to come, and felt him sucking out her juices, he started to come in her mouth, and somehow, she managed to choke down the cream, though she still did not like the idea of him shooting it onto her tongue.
But she swallowed it as fast as she could, and the thing that kept her going was the way he kept sucking on her clit, and making her juices flow more and more.
It had turned out to be a nice encounter after all.
Because as soon as he got hard again, he entered her, and Jean got to feel what a fuck was like for the first time in her life.
Considering the fact that she was twenty at the time, she had waited many years.
And since she loved him so much, she felt sensational when he was able to slide his cock right inside of her, all the way, without causing her mush discomfort. She started to move her body around beneath his, and ran her hands up and down his back and buttocks, feeling how taut his ass cheeks were each time he thrust into her.
His ass got nice and wet while he was fucking her, wet with his passion sweat, and when he started to kiss her, she sucked on his tongue.
The heat radiated through her body, and as he started to moan that he was going to come, and she felt the cream shooting into her pussy, she came harder. It was one of the most explosive events of her life.
She could feel her pussy spasming around his cock as he was coming, and she felt so responsible for his orgasm, that she loved her own orgasm even more.
Then, the next morning, when they woke up, they fucked again.
She loved it when he woke up with an erection, that he worked right into her pussy, and decided that it was the best thing in the morning.
Within two months, they were married, and things between them were really sensational. Since they were both studying Math, and both intended to be teachers, they had so much in common, and she was happy about that.
They would go to classes together, and then come home to fuck and suck each other for hours and hours.
In fact, it was a great way to relax before they had exams, too.
Whenever he was tense, she was more than willing to go down on him and suck his cock for him, sometimes without even insisting that he reciprocate. Since she had gotten used to the taste of his cock, and loved it when she made him come in her mouth, not only because she now loved the taste of the come, but also because she loved turning him on, she ended up doing that more often.
Jean Reynolds never even thought that there might have been a friction building up between them because of the very fact that they were both studying the same thing, and she happened to be the brighter student.
She was always so supportive of him, and thought that he would be the same way with her, and when she thought back on it, she knew that she should have realized something that very first night when they took their first huge midterm and then came home to talk over the problems.
They had both written down their answers on a separate sheet of paper, and of course, the ones that matched, they assumed, were right. The ones that didn't were the problems that they decided to go over, just out of curiosity. At least she thought that was the reason why he wanted to go over them, and as they did, he was discovering that where their answers were different, Jean was the one who had gotten the problem right, and he had gotten it wrong.
She rubbed his short blond hair and kissed him on the cheek, sensing the he was upset, and telling him that it made no difference.
It might have made no difference to her, but it did to him.
He said nothing to her, but that night, when they made love, he did not go down on her and eat her the way he usually did. He ate her for a few second, then slid his way up her body and started to fuck her.
"Not so hard," she moaned, when she felt him ramming it into her, and felt the way her thighs seemed to be on fire because of the way he was ramming it into her.
She could feel a burning from his groin, and he started to come inside of her less than a few minutes after he started, leaving her with a feeling of frustration. When he pulled right out of her, then rolled over and went to sleep, she was a little bit annoyed, but thought nothing of it.
After all, she still loved him, and love, she knew now, could be blind.
Because she didn't even notice what happened the next few times they had exams, and she got a higher grade than he did, which happened all those times.
He was rough with her, and he was obnoxious and cold.
When it came to fucking her, he did it hard, so that she felt more pain than she did pleasure. He also didn't seem to be concerned with whether or not she had an orgasm or not, because he just rammed himself in and out of her cunt until he would come, and then he'd pull out, roll over, and fall asleep.
The night that the final grades came back, and she learned that she had graduated the top in the class, while he had been third from the bottom, she wanted to go out and have a victory dinner, but he, of course, was not for it.
He said they could celebrate at home, and what started as a celebration for her turned into something of a nightmare.
He was so depressed about his own grades, and didn't even seem to care about hers, that she started to accuse him of not loving her, and of being selfish.
That led to his slapping her a few times across the face, and it was the very first time that he ever did anything like that.
Jean Reynolds would always think of that night as the night she had been raped, because she was not turned on at all when his cock got hard, and since he wanted to fuck her, he literally ripped her clothing off, then rammed his cock into her. Since she was not willing, and was somewhat dry, all that she felt was pain.
She started to scream, and he thought she might bother their neighbors, so he pressed his hand down flat over her mouth. When she bit him, because he was keeping her from breathing, he slapped her around a little bit more.
He bloodied her lip and her nose, and in the end, her cunt, for she never did get wet, though he kept on thrusting until he was ready to come. Then he shot his load into her, and she groaned with relief, because it was over.
Things got even worse when she got the first job she applied for at a local school, and he kept getting one rejection after another. Very few men like to be supported by their wives, and he was no different. And yet, it was not her fault that she had graduated with honors and had gotten a job, yet he acted like it was.
One afternoon, about two and a half years after they had been married, she came home from a hard day at the school, prepared to just fall asleep. Her husband, though, was in a foul mood, having gotten another rejection that day.
"You know, it's all your fault," he said to her, and she was shocked.
"Just what do you mean by that?" she asked.
"When we were going to school, you kept coming on to me all the time. All you ever wanted to do was fuck, so I fucked you because you turned me on. But you wanted more and more, and I never had time to study."
"You lying motherfucker. You were the one who always wanted to fuck. It's not my fault, and I'll not have you placing the blame on me."
"It is, too," he insisted, and then, she just let it out.
"I can't help it if you're stupid."
And that was it. He started to beat her and slap her, and there was one point when he had his hands around her throat, and she thought she would die. He choked her for the longest time, until she managed to kick him between the legs, so hard, that he doubled over in pain.
Jean ran out of the apartment and never went back when he was there.
The next afternoon, when he was out looking for a job, she packed her things and left him a note. She was going to live with her sister until she found a place of her own, and she was seeing a lawyer that day.
There was no way he could contest the divorce. Many neighbors had heard the fight, and the red marks around her neck where he had tried to strangle her were still there, and would be for the next few weeks, forcing her to wear scarves at work.
And she decided to give up on men. They were all alike, she thought. They only loved a woman when they could fuck her, and since she didn't care about sex so much after his last few abusive bouts with her, she could go without it.
They were also jealous of a woman if she had a successful career, and since she had a steady teaching job, and happened to be one of the most well-loved teachers in the school where she worked, she just devoted herself to her work.
She took on many extra assignments, being the teacher supervisor for many after school activities, so that the students loved her as well as the other teachers.
She was also happy that she'd kept her married name, because although she was not married any longer, having gotten the divorce as fast as she could, she thought it was better than being a Miss, like Miss Gilbert, who everyone thought of as an old spinster, though she was only in her late twenties, like Jean herself.
But no matter how good her work was, she could not do anything when budget cuts suddenly hit. Since most of the Math teachers were older than she was, and had been there longer, she was one of the few teachers who had to go.
Jean was shattered. For the next few months, she tried to get another job, and she could understand how her husband had felt, though it still didn't make her consider going back to him. She knew that he wanted her.
What she did do was arrange to have him pay her some alimony, since he had somehow managed to get himself a job at some school.
With the alimony and unemployment, she was able to keep going, though her life seemed to be so empty. After all, all those years, her life had been her work, and now without any work, there was no life.
One afternoon, when she was feeling so depressed, and even contemplating suicide, her sister called her up and asked her if she'd picked up the news that day.
"No reason to," Jean had said, and her sister started to scream at her.
"You fool. You have to get a job. You're good, and you will, but you won't if you don't start to look for one. There was a decent one in the paper today for some school upstate. I think you could get it."
The idea of having to move out of the city to get a job did not appeal to her, and chances were good that she wouldn't have bothered to go on the interview, had her sister not been as helpful as she was.
Linda drove over, picked Jean up, and dragged her upstate, driving the whole way, and shutting Jean up whenever she started to nag about how she would become a hermit if she lived upstate, and so on and so on.
However, the second Jean Reynolds took one look at Michael Morley, the man who ran the school, she knew she wanted that job, no matter what she had to do to get it.
Michael was a few years younger than she was, and he was just starting the school, so the whole staff would be new.
He was also the same type of man that her husband had been, as far as looks went, with short blond hair and light blue eyes. If anything, he was taller, and when he smiled and his dimples showed, he looked so handsome.
The interview was a complete success, and she got the job. The next day, she drove back up in her own car, with her suitcases filled with her clothing, and she had not left the school since, having worked there for the last seven years.
Each night, she would go to her room and dream of Michael Morley.
For the few years since she had been divorced from her husband, she had forgotten all about the sexual feelings she used to feel with him.
But when she'd, think about Michael, she could just touch her pussy and she would start to com e, and that happened quite often.
She would dream of sucking on his cock, which she imagined had to be quite huge, and she would touch her clit and come. Sometimes, when she wanted to take herself further, she would wiggle her clit back and forth faster, and there were many nights when she fell asleep with her fingers in her cunt, because she had wiped herself out into exhaustion from her orgasms.
When she would be called into his office so they could have a talk, she would always be happy that she could sit, because his smile would make her weak in the knees. Jean Reynolds did her best not to let on, however, because she did not sense the same feelings coming back from him.
But then, one day, when Linda came up to see her on a Sunday, and they took a drive around some lovely lakes and woodsy areas, they had a talk.
"I think that the head of the school is so handsome," Linda said. "Tell me about him. What's he like? Do you two get along?"
"We have a fantastic business relationship," Jean said, blushing.
"I see. Jean, I've known you long enough. You love him, don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Linda. And don't think you know me so well."
"Yes, this is it. You always put yourself on the defensive. I know he looks so much like Robert used to look, so I could understand it."
And though she tried to be strong, her sister got her to confess.
Linda also started to tell her that if she had feelings for Mr. Morley, she should not try to hide them. She should, at least, let him know.
"Because you never know, Jean. You're a lovely woman. You're hiding your feelings from him, so there's every reason to believe that he's hiding them from you. Maybe he likes you, too, but is getting no feedback."
Of course, she had thought about it, and it took Linda's convincing for her to have a long talk with him, that same day.
She'd been in the cafeteria having some coffee, in the early part of the evening, when Michael had walked in and smiled. He poured himself a cup, then walked over and sat down next to her, smiling at her.
"Did you and your sister have a nice day, Jean?" he asked her.
"Fabulous, Mike. Fabulous. We had a long talk. It's been a while since I've felt this close to Linda. She gave me some good advice."
"About what?"
"About my feelings for you. Mike, I'm going to be honest. Since the very first day I've met you, I've liked you quite a bit. That was years ago. I don't know what I'd like to come of it, but I'd like to get to know you better."
She would never forget the way he treated her then. He took her hand and patted it very lovingly, and continued to smile at her.
"Jean, I like you a lot, too. As a friend. But that's all. You're a good teacher, and I'd love to have you working here as long as this school exists. But as far as anything else goes, well, there is nothing else."
"I understand," she said, though she felt like she would die then.
She could not understand it. She felt as if she was one of the most attractive female teachers in the school, and didn't know why he didn't want her.
Jean Reynolds started to think that there was something wrong with him. There just had to be, because there was nothing wrong with her, she knew.
Her fantasies about him continued, and they would be cordial with each other when they would meet in the halls. He never talked about what had happened between them that day in the cafeteria, and in many ways, she was happy.
She liked the fact that he was a strict disciplinarian, because she felt that girls needed discipline at this particular age.
And whenever a girl would break the rules, she would see to it that they were taken to his office, though she did suspect certain things, long before she finally confronted Marilyn about it.
She knew he used the ruler on many girls, because sometimes, she would stand outside the office and listen.
And Jean had suspected something happened with Nicki, though she could not prove it. She also suspected something with Nancy, and Anise.
But she was absolutely positive when it came to Marilyn, although she was not sure at first. But when the girl stopped coming to class, she was more and more suspicious, and when she gave the girl an F, then saw that he changed it to an A.
Jean Reynolds was absolutely positive one day when she was passing by the man's office, and heard some moaning. She pressed her ear against the door and listened as attentively as she could. She recognized his voice, when he whispered about how good she felt, and she recognized Marilyn's voice.
She knew for sure that it was not only happening, but that it must have happened more than this one time when she passed by.
Jean stood near, one end of the hall a little bit later, and saw the door open, and saw Marilyn step out of the office door and look both ways before she stepped out and started to run down the hall.
Ten seconds later, Jean was barging into his office.
He looked up at her, and seemed quite upset that she'd come in without knocking. He was about to say something about it, she knew, but she shut him up. She had slammed the door closed behind her so no one could hear.
"I know what's going on between you and Marilyn, Mike," she said to him. "I suspected it for the longest time, but now I know."
"You don't know what you're talking about, Jean."
"Don't try to make me think I'm an ass or something. I always wondered why you weren't attracted to me, and now I know. You like young girls. Young sixteen year old girls. Isn't that true, Michael? Isn't it?"
He tried to shake his head no, but she knew that he knew there was no way he could deny it, and just to shake him up a little bit, she started to list the names of some of the other girls she thought he could have been with.
When she mentioned Nicki, he seemed to get more upset, and the mention of Anise sent shivers through his body.
Finally, he folded his hands and asked her straight out.
"What is it that you want from me now?" he asked. "I mean, you come in here accusing me, as if you want something from me."
"I just want you," she said. "Just once. Or maybe more than once. Please, Mike. I want to know what you taste like, and what you feel like."
He stood up, and she could see that his cock was bulging in his pants.
"Jean, I think this would be terrible for our relationship. I want you to know that right now. But I'll do it. Just once. If you promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"I swear, Mike," she said, and she moved her hand to his crotch.
She started to rub his cock bulge, and loved the way that it felt. Slowly, she pulled his zipper down, and then she was taking his cock out of his pants. She wanted to see all of him, though, and asked him to please take off his clothing.
Deep down, she knew that she had the upper hand, that she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to do.
And so, she told him to lean back while he would feel her mouth on his cock, even going so far as to guarantee him the best blow job of his life. She licked the base of his cock first, then sucked his balls into her mouth.
Jean loved it. It had been years since she'd had a cock in her mouth, and she thought that his was not only the most beautiful, but tasted better than the other one that she had sucked before.
She started to slide her lips up and down his cock shaft after sucking on his balls for a while, and she could feel the way he was pulsing in her mouth soon. As she looked up, though, she could see something.
His eyes were clenched shut. She was sure that he had to be fantasizing about something, otherwise, why not keep his eyes open and look down at her? She wanted to say something to him right away, but she did not.
For he was about to come, and as the juices shot onto her tongue, she savored them, and kept his cock in her come filled mouth for a long time. She kept flicking her tongue back and forth over the slit of his dick.
Then she stood up and held his hard cock, and looked at him. After he had started to come, he had opened his eyes, and she stared into them.
"Were you fantasizing about Marilyn while I was sucking you off?"
"No," he said, but she knew he was lying, and told him so. "Look, Jean, you're in control here, and I want to please you. But don't start to get on my case about what I'm thinking about to get off. I told you years back the way I feel about you. I feel honored that you're attracted to me, but don't push it."
And she knew not to. Instead, she started to undress, and she began to lay back on his desk. She pulled him closer to her, and kissed him on the lips, but could tell that she was giving much more than she was.
It didn't matter. The warmth of his hairy blond male body on top of hers was enough to turn her on, and she told him she wanted him to lick her body all over. He did, and though he had his eyes closed as he was sucking on her red nipples, she didn't think too much about it.
For she kept her eyes closed, and just imagined that he was looking at her with the same kind of passion she was feeling for him.
When he moved his mouth down to her cunt and started to lick her, she started to come so hard. It was hardest than she'd ever come in her life, and she thought that she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
"Please fuck me, Mike," she started to moan. "Make it slow, and make it last."
He slid his way up her body, and then, she could feel his cock entering her. She loved the way her cunt just spread nice and wide to take him in, and she thought that he was the perfect size for her.
Still, when it came to kissing, which she loved to do when she was with a man, or had loved it with Robert, she had to pull his head over to hers so that she could start the kissing. Even so, he did not give much.
She sucked on his tongue, and he sucked on hers, and he did make it last, long enough for her to come about four times.
"Now I want to feel you come in me," she started to moan. "I want to feel you filling me up, Mike. Please."
And she opened her eyes then, and could see that he had his eyes closed. It bothered her once again, because she thought that he had to think of something else in order to get himself off so he could come.
However, when she felt the cream shooting into her, she started to moan loud, and knew that nothing else mattered. The feeling of his come filling her up was all that counted, and she came again around him.
But something else happened then, too. She realized how much she loved sex, and since she loved it with him, she knew she would have to have him again.
After that first time, she tried not to do it too often, and almost felt like she was bothering him when she'd go to his office.
The second time she told him she wanted him, he looked up at her.
"Jean, I thought you and I made a promise, I thought I would do it to you that once, and that would be all. You've broken your promise."
"You've had Marilyn a lot," she said to him. "Not that I want you to have me as much as you've had her. I know I promised, Mike. But I love you so much, and I just want to feel it again. Please."
And because she still knew about Marilyn, and had that over him, he had to do whatever she wanted. She sometimes sensed that he hated her for having it over him, and whenever he would be coming in her cunt, he would keep his eyes closed.
Jean really did love him, and did not want to abuse him because of what she knew, so she made sure not to go to him too often, and when she did, she would tell him that she'd just been thinking about his strong body, and needed a fix.
Then, at the end of last term, Marilyn had graduated.
When the fall semester began, Michael Morley had called her into his office, and he had laid it on the line.
"Jean, Marilyn is gone, and there's nothing you have over me any longer. I want us to still be friends, but no longer lovers. I hope you understand."
She did not, but she knew that there was nothing she could do. She still wanted him, but there was no way she could get him.
Until now. Until this very afternoon.
The sex smell on Marcy was quite obvious to anyone who would know about sex, she thought, and she did. He had taken Marcy, though she never would have come out and admitted it. But she, Jean Reynolds, knew it for a fact.
And so, she stood up and started to walk down the hall toward his office. When she knocked on the door, and he opened it, she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"So, you've just had Marcy, right Mike?" she asked, licking her lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
As soon as she left Mrs. Reynolds' classroom, Marcy ran up to her room, threw her books down on her bed, and burst into tears.
She didn't know what to think about what had happened with Mr. Morley. He had left her in such a state of confusion, and now that she had time alone, all she wanted to do was cry. She did, until there were no more tears.
Marcy was just finishing up her crying when the door to her room opened, and Shari walked in. It was easy to tell that Marcy had been crying, with her eyes all red and puffy, and Shari sat on her bed, across from her roommates.
"What's wrong, Marcy?" she asked. "Why are you so upset?"
"I'm just hurting," Marcy said.
"I can understand that. I know that he must have really whacked your ass good. But you seemed to have set yourself up for it."
"I know. But I really do hate her class, and really do think it sucks. And I'm sure that Mr. Morley was even going to agree with me. I mean, before he started to beat me, he was talking to me like a human being, asking me what it was I didn't like about the class. He was even listening."
"And then what?" Shari asked, and Marcy was a little shocked.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked, rolling over onto her ass, before she could even stop herself. The stinging pain ran through her.
"I mean, what happened that made him start to whack your ass? If he was listening to you at first, something must have changed him to get him mad."
"I don't know," Marcy said. "I just don't know. I mean ... "
And then she couldn't go on. After all, she knew she couldn't tell Shari that he had fucked her cunt first, and then her face.
She knew that she couldn't tell anyone, so she had to lie.
"I don't know. He just listened, and then he told me to bend over so he could punish me. It was almost as if my words fell on deaf ears."
"Let me see," Shari said to her. "Let me see how bad it is."
Marcy had rolled back onto her stomach, because lying on her ass was much too painful, and as she lay there, she felt her friend pulling her skirt up. Shari just pulled the panties down so she could see the girl's ass cheeks, and then she sighed.
"God, Marcy, this is bad. This is really bad. I mean, it's much worse than a girl deserves, particularly when she's telling the truth."
"I know. He was kind of insane when he did it. And then, when it was over, he just pushed me out of the room."
"Hey, what's this?" Shari asked, and the blonde roommate was moving her hand near Marcy's thigh, and rubbing something.
It was some wetness, some of the cream that had been dripping out of the girl's pussy. There was a lot of dried come on Marcy's thigh, too.
"I don't know," Marcy said, for at first, she didn't even know what her friend was touching, but when she turned her head, and saw the glistening cream on Shari's finger, she quickly got off the bed. "I don't know. Maybe blood or something. All I know is that I'd better take a shower."
She turned her back on Shari as she started to slip out of her clothing, then reached for her robe.
She was just about to slip it on, when she turned, and saw the way Shari was glaring at her. The blonde girl also had her arms folded across her chest, and the look in her eyes started to scare Marcy.
She tried to push her way right past her friend, and then, she felt Shari's strong hand on her stomach, pushing her down on the bed.
"Now you listen here, Marcy," the girl said. "I want to know everything that happened in there with you and Mr. Morley."
"Nothing. I already told you, Shari. He whipped my ass good this time, with the thickest ruler I've ever seen or felt. And that's all."
As she tried to get up again, Shari placed her strong hand right on Marcy's neck, then pushed her down flat on the bed.
Before Marcy could do anything, the blonde girl was sinking to her knees, right between her legs. She spread them as wide as she could, moving her head closer. Marcy was about to scream, thinking that Shari was going to do something naughty to her.
At first, the blonde girl didn't do much but spread her friend's red, dripping cunt lips. Then, she moved her fingers inside of Marcy's still wet pussy, and started to feel around in there. As soon as she did that, Marcy spoke up.
"What are you doing, Shari? What the hell do you think you're doing? You're a goddamn queer. I read about girls like you in books. It's disgusting."
Then, Marcy felt Shari going even further. The girl started to move her lips to Marcy's cunt. At first, Marcy didn't think that her friend was trying to lick her to turn her on, as much as she was just doing some kind of exploratory work. She started to dig her tongue deep into Marcy's pussy, licking the walls of her cunt.
As she did, Shari closed her eyes, and tried to think.
She could remember times when she and her older sister, Melanie, would play with each other. The last time it had happened was years back, but Shari would never forget how sweet the taste of her sister had been.
It had been Melanie, of course, who started it with the younger girl. Shari had been about thirteen at the time, and Melanie was sixteen. She climbed into bed one night with Shari and started to rub against her.
As she pressed her leg against Shari's cunt, Shari could feel this heated pleasure running through her body.
Within seconds, Melanie was licking her way down, and pulling Shari's nightie up at the same time. She moved her mouth to the younger girl's cunt hairs and started to suck on them gently. Then, she started to lick her sister's cunt lips.
Shari was getting so turned on. It was the first time she could ever feel a certain kind of heat flowing through her body, and it was unlike anything else she had ever felt. She learned to love it that very first evening, and was soon thrusting her cunt up and down against her older sister's eagerly licking mouth.
It was not until a few seconds later, however, that Melanie started to move her body around, and Shari really didn't notice it until it was too late.
Melanie, of course, wanted some satisfaction herself, and by the time her pussy was hovering over the thirteen year old Shari's face, Shari couldn't stop it.
Her sister was also a blonde, but had a thicker patch of cunt hair near her pussy. At first, Shari felt the blonde hairs in her mouth, and she started to choke on them. She could feel some dripping cream there, too.
When she started to gag, Melanie lifted her hot pussy up a little bit, then turned and glared at her younger sister.
"You lick me, too," she started to say, in a mean tone of voice. "I want you to lick my cunt, too, you selfish little bitch."
"I can't," Shari moaned. "I don't want to. I don't want to."
And then, Melanie lifted her little sister's legs up higher, and started to slap her buttocks as hard as she possibly could. Each time that Shari felt a hard slap, a tingling sensation flowed through her body. That was because Melanie's mouth was still close to her pussy, and each time Melanie hit her, she was exhaling, as if the slap was taking a lot of energy out of her.
The warm air she exhaled flowed right up into the younger girl's cunt, and Shari was really starting to love the way that it felt.
Soon, Melanie made another attempt to move her cunt over her sister's face, and that time, the blonde girl licked.
She really started to like the way her sister's cunt cream tasted, and she could feel how much of it there was, too.
Melanie was soon moaning loud as Shari made her come hard, and Shari could feel the way her sister was doing all kinds of nice things right back. She started to do what her sister was doing. Each time Melanie was flicking Shari's little clit back and forth, Shari was doing the same right back to her older sister. She realized, within a few moments, that Melanie was doing what she wanted done right back.
After her older sister came really hard, Shari started to do the same kind of thing to Melanie, although at the time, she was really exploring.
It was, after all, the very first sexual experience that the younger girl had ever had, and she didn't really know what turned her on at the time. She could just imagine what it would take to bring her further and further, until she was exploding and Melanie was licking the juices out as hard as she could.
Finally, after they had made each other come a few times, Melanie rolled to one side of the bed and lay there, catching her breath.
But Shari was still not satisfied, as far as tasting her sister went. She had thought that the creamy juices of her sister were like nothing else she'd ever tasted, and she wanted to taste more, just so she could always remember it.
She did, in the end, have a long talk with Melanie.
"Do all women taste the same?" she wanted to know, and her sister shrugged her shoulders a little bit, then answered.
"I don't know. I've only done things like this with Lucy, and you taste pretty much like her. Pretty good, if you want to know the truth."
"Does this mean that I'm strange, liking the taste of a woman?"
"I don't think so," Melanie said. "After all, in many ways, it's like loving yourself. I think a person has to love herself."
And later, after Melanie got up and left, to go back to her room, Shari started to play with her own pussy. It was the first time she had done so, but since her sister had licked her and turned her on, it was easy for her to close her eyes and get herself all turned on.
She started to moan as her juices flowed and her pussy spasmed, and she kept one hand down there between her legs, to catch the juicy flow.
As soon as she had a hand full of the cream, she moved it up to her mouth and started to lick her hand off. She thought that the cream tasted the same, pretty much, except for one major difference.
By the time she had gotten enough on her hand, and then moved it to her mouth, the cream was not as warm as it had been directly from her sister's cunt. She felt that the heat from a cunt, which heated up the cream as it flowed out, made it taste better.
Shari was thinking of this cunt cream taste while she was licking her friend. She was thinking that perhaps Marcy had gotten turned on when she had been lashed with the ruler, but that was not all she was thinking.
Because since that first time with her sister, Shari had done a lot more.
For many months after that first time, she and Melanie would get into bed together at least once a week, and sometimes more. At any rate, each evening Shari would masturbate herself off, because she loved the flowing feeling, and more than that, loved the way the heat just burned through her body.
Then, one weekend, Shari's parents had gone away, leaving Melanie in charge.
At the time, Melanie had been seeing Peter, one of the cutest boys Shari had ever seen. He was short, with jet black hair and a dancer's kind of body. In fact, he had gone on to become a dancer, and Shari and Melanie had gone to see him.
"I'm going to be making it with Peter this weekend, squirt," Melanie had told her little sister, as soon as her parents had left. "I don't want you around."
"That's not fair," Shari said. "I want to get involved, too."
"No way. This is going to be my first time with him, and I don't want you there. I'll beat your little head in if you're anywhere around tonight."
Shari was so pissed off that she wanted to beat her older sister's head in, and she was going to say as much, until she thought of some other strategy.
That evening, while Melanie was getting dressed, she walked into her sister's room and sat on the bed. As bluntly as she could, she spelled it out.
"Mother and Dad would be so mad if they knew what you were doing tonight, Melanie. God, would I ever hate for them to find out."
The sarcasm in Shari's voice made Melanie turn to face her.
"What the hell are you talking about, you little runt?"
"Just this. If you don't let me make it with you and Peter, then I'm going to tell them everything that you do with him this weekend. They'll never trust you again. They'll probably even put a lock on your door and lock you in at night."
"Come on, Shari. I'll give you five dollars to keep your mouth shut."
And for a few seconds, the young blonde girl was tempted, but that temptation didn't last too long. For she knew, deep down, that there was nothing in the world better than sex. She already loved making it with her sister, and she had been dreaming about a cock filling her pussy.
So, she shook her head no, and in the end, Melanie had to agree to let Shari come and play with them, otherwise, Shari would tell.
At first, Melanie and Peter were alone with each other, because the older girl had wanted it that way. In fact, Melanie told Peter that Shari was out, because she thought he might get uptight in front of the little girl.
Shari waited until they went to Melanie's bedroom, and she looked through the door, which Melanie had left open slightly.
She saw the way Melanie spread her legs so that Peter could lick her pussy, and he started to turn his naked body around so that Melanie could lick his cock. At first, Shari could tell, her sister didn't seem to really want to do that.
But, like the time Melanie hovered her pussy over Shari's face, Peter started to hover his hard dick over Melanie's face, and soon, she was kissing the head of his dick, then opening her mouth so he could slide more of it into her.
Even then, Shari could feel her pussy getting wet, for the look of Peter's cock was turning her on. She thought that he had such a beautiful looking dick, with heavy hanging balls that rested on Melanie's nose as she sucked him.
After he got Melanie nice and wet, he started to turn his body around, and then Shari watched him entering her sister.
Melanie didn't seem to love the way he entered her, Shari could tell, for she seemed to groan in pain. Still, once Peter was inside of her and thrusting. Melanie started to change her tune, and she was soon moaning with pleasure.
Shari could not get over the way it looked. She could see her sister getting fucked nice and hard, and deep down, she wished that cock was fucking her.
It did not take too long. She heard Peter letting out a groan, and then he plunged his way in hard, and Shari could see his ass cheeks spasming. A few seconds later, he pulled out and fell on the side of the bed, panting for breath. Shari could see that the boy's dick was no longer hard, but still thought it was cute.
That was when she entered the room. She walked right over to her sister, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and she started to move her lips down to Melanie's dripping thighs, so she could lick away the cream.
Melanie started to moan, and she was thrusting her hips up and down.
That, of course, made Peter sit up, and Shari didn't even see him right away. However, he was already starting to tug on his dick, for her was definitely getting off on what the two young girls were doing with each other.
But it was then that Shari noticed something, and she really seemed to love it.
The come that she was first sucking out of her sister's pussy tasted very different from the come she had sucked out other times. At first, she couldn't understand it, because she had thought most women would taste the same. That was the reason why she had even started to play with herself and taste herself after she and Melanie had gotten it on that very first time.
But there was definitely something different about the come this time.
And it was Peter who made her understand it, for while he sat up and continued to play with his cock, tugging and making it hard again, he spoke.
"Yeah, suck her come out. Suck my come and her come out. Yeah, what a tasty combination it is, Shari. Yeah, you look like you love it."
And that was it. The come was a combination of his male come and her sister's female come. It was even better than just the female come alone.
As a matter of fact, later, when Peter started to fuck Melanie from behind, Shari was still licking her sister's clit, and she could flick her tongue back and forth over Peter's cock meat at the same time.
The way that tasted was fabulous, and it was a taste she would never forget. Because each time that the young boy moved his dick into her sister, then pulled back, it was covered with Melanie's come, but under that, it still tasted of cock.
Later that night, Shari got to feel the way Peter's cock tasted, for she started to suck him off, too, and when he came, she liked it, but not as much as the come combination, which she thought was better than anything else.
Also, Peter fucked her for the first time that night, and the three of them were up practically all night, fucking and sucking each other.
Melanie had to agree with her sister when Shari said that the cream from a cunt tasted even better after a man had come in it, because after Peter finished fucking Shari's hot pussy, he moved his cock to her mouth so she could suck the rest of his cream out, and Melanie moved her mouth to her younger sister's cunt, so she could suck the come out of Shari's pussy.
And that was what Shari was thinking about now, as she was sucking on her roommate's cunt. She didn't know what made her suspect that the cream she first rubbed off with her finger was not just cunt cream.
Perhaps it was the odor, too, for a male and female had different odors, and when she's moved her hand under her nose, she just could not tell which odor it was to the come that she'd rubbed away from Marcy's thigh.
But the more she sucked, trying to avoid Marcy's clit at first, so she would not let any more cunt juice build up (but rather, just suck what was there now, so she could taste the come that was already in the girl), she was more and more sure.
Marcy started to protest a few seconds later, after Shari had licked her practically dry, and only then did Shari think of what to do next. Only then, when she was sure that the come she'd sucked out was male and female come combined, did she moved her tongue to Marcy's clit and start licking it.
Marcy could not believe how good it was feeling, and when Shari started to spank her ass a little bit, lightly, she loved the way that felt, too.
She could feel some pain, because of the lash marks on her buttocks, but the pain was never more intense than the pleasure that Shari was making flow through her body. That pleasure was even greater than the pleasure that seemed to have flowed through her when Mr. Morley had been eating her.
But then, when Shari pulled her mouth away and moved her finger to Marcy's cunt instead, so her finger could work the young girl's clit, Marcy heard her talk, and she really didn't like what the girl was saying.
"So, Mr. Morley fucked you, too, didn't he?" she asked. "He fucked your pussy after he made it with you, didn't he? Didn't he?"
Marcy just didn't want to admit it to anyone. She couldn't. She thought that it would be wrong, and she shook her head.
"I could taste it, Marcy. I could taste the male come that was shot into your cunt. I know what come taste like. I know what a man's come tastes like, and what a woman's come tastes like. You tasted like both combined."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Marcy insisted.
And that only made Shari more angry. She slapped the girl harder on the buttocks, and Marcy let out a groan of pain. The next slap was even harder than the last, and Marcy thought that she was going to have to give in.
But Shari was thinking of stopping already, and it was because she did that she would not learn the truth right away.
She felt as if she'd given her roommate a good enough chance to come out and say what had happened to her, and was even thinking that maybe she was wrong herself. After all, what had happened with Melanie and Peter had occurred almost three years ago, so maybe she didn't really remember what that taste was like.
She pulled her fingers away from Marcy's pussy, and walked over to her bed. Marcy lay on her own bed, panting and trying to catch her breath, her tits heaving up and down. Finally, they came to a rest when she had caught her breath.
Marcy sat up and glared at her roommate.
"You fucking bitch. How dare you do something like that to me?"
"You're an asshole, Marcy. I know that he did it to you, and you're still denying it. You little fool. Crazy little fool. Don't you know what you can do?"
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, ever."
And then, Marcy pulled her robe around her body, tied it, and ran out into the hall toward the bathroom. She jumped into the shower as fast as she could, and started to wash away all that remained from her encounter with Shari.
She kept pushing the bar of soap in and out of her cunt, because she was somewhat ashamed of what her roommate had done to her.
In fact, she was not satisfied until she had cleaned herself out five times, and even then she was still a little bit unsure. She washed herself a sixth time, and then she dried herself off.
As she did, she started to think about what Shari had said.
"Don't you know what you can do?" her roommate had asked her, and Marcy really had no idea of what Shari was talking about.
So, she pulled her robe closed and started to walk back to her room, prepared to ask Shari. Maybe there was some way to get even with Mr. Morley for the way he had beaten her ass so hard this last time, Marcy was thinking.
But Shari was nowhere to be found. The door to the room was closed and when Marcy opened it, there was no one inside.
That was because Shari had been sitting on the bed thinking.
This was her second year at Mr. Morley's Private School For Girls, and she could remember a girl named Marilyn, from the year before.
Marilyn had been a cute blonde, but she also happened to be one of the most stupid girls Shari had ever met.
However, one thing had bothered Shari about Marilyn. Her last year in school, the girl seemed to miss almost every class that she was supposed to be going to, and yet, she had not been left back. She rarely came into a class to take a test, and when she did, she always got a big red F.
And yet, she had graduated, with honors, too.
The last day that Marilyn had been at school, packing, Shari had burst into the blonde girl's room. She knew that she was ten times stronger that Marilyn, and Shari had learned many things from her older sister Melanie.
"If you can't entice a person to tell you things with sex, then beat it out of her," was Melanie's philosophy on life.
And at first, Shari had tried to entice the blonde with some sex, but Marilyn seemed to be turned off to the girl's come-ons. In fact, she came right out and told Shari that she thought sex between two women was unnatural and disgusting.
So Shari had slapped the girl around, and finally pushed her back on her bed. She had sat right on Marilyn's shoulders, and kept slapping her face back and forth, until the girl came out and told her the secret of her success at Mr. Morley's school.
Shari, of course, had been doubtful, but Marilyn stuck to her story.
After all, Shari had thought, Marilyn was supposed to be something of a liar, and Mr. Morley did not seem like the kind of man who would do something like that to a young girl. However, Marilyn had more to say.
"I guess I can tell you now, because there's no way you can use it on him. I'm graduating from this school, and that's it for me."
She had not thought much about this encounter with Marilyn, and what Marilyn had said, until her encounter with Marcy, a few minutes back.
What she had meant, when she'd asked Marcy if the girl knew what she could do, was of course, blackmail. Marcy could easily blackmail Mr. Morley, the way that Marilyn had done it, so that she would not only not have to go to classes, but also, she'd get straight A's on her report card and graduate with honors.
However, Marcy didn't break, but that was not stopping Shari.
She had always had a crush on Mr. Morley, like almost all of the girls in the school, and she was thinking that it would be so easy to act like she knew all about what had happened between him and Marcy. She could even say that Marcy had told her everything, but Marcy was too stupid to know how to use the information.
Shari was headed right down to his office to confront him, but as she got there and was about to knock on the door, she could hear something from inside.
"Oh, Mike, it feels so good," she heard someone moaning, but had no idea who it was. Still, she knew, it would be easy to wait outside until the door opened, to see.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean knew how shocked Michael was when she walked right into his office, even more so because of her attitude. It was rare that she would take on such a dominating tone of voice, but since she was sure about what happened between him and Marcy, she knew that she could do it.
The look on his face, the second she confronted him, let her know that it was true, and his futile denials were all in vain.
Finally, she'd just started to open her blouse, and pulled her bra down below her tits, so he could see them.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Morley had asked her, and she smiled.
"Remember what happened with Marilyn? Well, I'm sorry, Mike, but I do like you and you know how much I want you."
"I thought we had an understanding. Marilyn graduated and ... "
"You found another young pussy. Mike, it could ruin you."
And then, she had pulled his head closer to one of her breasts, forcing him to start licking her nipple. At first, he would not lick, until she reminded him of what she could do to him, and how she could ruin him.
Jean knew that she'd never do anything like that, and even seemed to realize that the chances of his hating her more were great, since she was blackmailing him. However, as she felt the pleasure surging through her body, she was forgetting all about what she was doing, and just getting into his tongue flicks.
She started to slide her skirt zipper down, and soon, he was on his knees.
She pressed her pantie covered cunt against his mouth, and could feel the way he was starting to flick his tongue in and out of her.
She began to moan softly, and insisted that he touch her bare flesh.
Mike had to do it, although he was trying to think of ways out of it. He knew also, that she was aware of the fact that he had an erection, because she bent over as far as she could, her pussy still pressed against his face, then started to move her hand down to his crotch.
Jean moaned when she felt his stiff cock bulge there, and she started to pull his zipper down as fast as she possibly could.
"Mike, I've dreamed of this every night this past summer. I was at my sister's and when I heard her and her husband in the other room, I would start to imagine that you were climbing into bed with me. I would imagine that you were eating me and I was playing with your cock bulge. I loved it."
He was thinking of how insane she was, and how he wanted to fire her. But he knew that he could never do that now.
She started to moan as she rubbed the head of his cock, and smeared a few drops of his come all over the slit. Then, she stood up straight and started to slide her hands under his arms. She told him to stand up, and when he did, she smiled.
"Take me the way you took her, Mike," she said to him, licking her lips. "If it turned you on to take that little bitch Marcy, then take me the same way."
Mike started to smile. He was sure that she didn't really know what she was talking about, but he was sure of one other thing.
If it got her mad, it would be her own fault. She wanted it that way.
He pushed Jean Reynolds face forward over his desk, then started to rub his cock against her cunt from behind.
For a few seconds, he was thinking about plunging it into her asshole, hoping that it might rip the woman apart. Only then, did he think, would she stop wanting him. Only then would she stop blackmailing him.
Or maybe not. Maybe it would just make her more furious.
She started to back herself up against his cock, and she could feel the way her juices were oozing around his shaft. He felt so thick and warm, and as he started to thrust in and out of her, he reached for the ruler.
When Mr. Morley pulled back, so just the head of his cock was inside of her pussy, and there was enough room for him to do it, he whacked her hard on the ass.
At first, she didn't know what it was, though she did feel the burning pain running through her body. Then, he whacked her a second and a third time, and she could feel the way his dick was throbbing inside of her.
Mr. Morley loved it. He thrust his way in deep again, then pulled back, and was able to hit her two times before thrusting back in.
He made sure to whack her as hard as he could, and even looked down at her buttocks every so often to see the red marks his ruler left on her. He was hoping that he would make her ass bleed, but he never go that far.
Because seconds after he entered her, because of the way he was getting turned on by the ruler whipping, he started to throb.
She could feel it, and she moaned with frustration. After all, she hadn't even let him eat her enough to make her come too hard.
She had, in fact, been hoping that he would fuck her into a frenzy, and though it had started out that way, the pain that she felt from the ruler hitting her ass just seemed to bring her down too much.
And the fact that he was starting to pulse, signaling that he was close to coming, freaked her out so much.
"No, don't," she started to moan, but it was too late.
Mr. Morley started to come in her pussy hard and fast, and he was secretly smiling to himself. Maybe, he was thinking, this would teach her a lesson.
He came in her as fast as he could, and didn't even let his cock linger in her cunt, for a number of reasons. For one thing, he thought that the heat of her cunt might keep him hard, and he did not want that to happen.
And for another thing, he wanted to still do it to her the way she wanted, the way he had just done it to Marcy.
So, when he pulled out, he pressed his hand flat on her back, so he was holding her pressed down against the top of his desk, and he whacked her ass five more times.
Outside in the hall, Shari was wondering what that sound was. It was making her tingle, though, because it sounded very close to the sound of slapping, and she had gotten into getting eaten and slapped with her sister. It was the way Melanie had first made Shari eat her back, and Shari loved to have her ass whacked when she was in the middle of some good hot sex.
She pressed her ear against the door, and listened carefully.
Jean Reynolds was groaning with pain as she felt the ruler hitting her buttocks, and she finally managed to raise herself up.
First, she turned and looked down at her bruised buttocks, rubbing the red lash marks that had been left. Then, she looked at him.
He was still wearing his suit jacket, and his zipper was open with his limp dick dangling out of his pants. He had his hand behind his back, and then, he pulled it in front of his body so she could see the thick ruler he'd used on her.
"Just what the hell did you do that for?" she said, and for a few seconds, she thought that she had frightened him.
"You said you wanted it done like I did it to Marcy. I did it almost the exact same way, Jean. I whacked her ass when I was finished."
"You bastard. How could you do that to me?"
"I was carrying out your request. You said you wanted it ... "
"I didn't know one thing went with the other," she said. "Now I want it the other way. I want it done nicely. I want you to fuck me slowly so that I can feel the kind of pleasure I felt from you last term."
He started to shrug his shoulders as he turned his back on her. She touched his back for a second, and he turned around.
"I'm sorry, Jean, but I'm just not up to it now. I need to relax. I need to rest. I honestly don't think I can get it hard again. I've come too many times today."
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that," she said, and she turned him around and then got down on her knees in front of him.
She moved her mouth to his limp, dangling cock, and he had such a desire to whack her hard across the face with the ruler. However, the thought of it made his cock fill with a little bit of blood, which was not what he wanted.
And so, he put the ruler down on the desk, and she smiled around his cock. He looked down at her face for a second, and smiled back.
She thought she had been the triumphant one, he could tell. She thought that he put the ruler down because of her.
In many ways, he had. He had put it down because he didn't want to get hard again, because he didn't want to fuck her again. Now. Or ever.
He kept looking at her for that reason. For although Jean Reynolds was an attractive woman, she was not his type at all. She was much too old, and by looking right at her, and even spotting a small wrinkle on her neck, he was getting turned off.
She kept looking up at him, thinking that he was staring at her in a strange way, and she kept working her tongue along the underside of his cock. She could hear him moaning a little bit, as he was just to make her think she was turning him on, but she could not feel his cock getting thicker.
Jean kept working at him. She loved the taste of his cock, even when it was limp, but she did have to admit to herself that the more she sucked him, the more frustrated she was getting, for the sucking was not working.
And finally, she had to pull her mouth away, and she stood up.
"All right," she said to him. "All right. I do believe you. If you did it with her before, and now me, maybe you are tired. After all, you're no spring chicken."
He had to smile. It was the first time that he was happy he was not a youngster anymore, because when he was, he could get it up ten times in a row. Besides, he knew for a fact that Jean was three years older than he was, so by saying that to him, she was indirectly implying that she was an old maid.
Mr. Morely pushed his cock back into his pants, then started to pull his zipper up. He moved behind his desk and sat down, while he watched her pull her bra back up over her tits, and start to button her blouse.
Then, Jean Reynolds reached for her panties and skirt, and slid into them.
"I'll be back tomorrow, Mike," she said to him. "And perhaps the day after that, and the day after that. Until you satisfy me."
"I suppose you're thinking of holding this thing over me for the next three years, until Marcy graduates?" he asked her.
"I haven't decided. Perhaps I will. If it's the only way I can get you."
"Doesn't it bother you that the only way you can get me is to blackmail me?"
"No," she said, and he wanted to whip her with the ruler again.
Once her clothing was adjusted, she started to walk toward the door.
"I'll talk with you later, Mike. Maybe you and I can spend the night together."
"Don't push it, Jean," he said to her.
"Remember who knows what, my dear man. I'll do whatever I please."
And then, she walked out of his office and slammed the door closed behind him.
He couldn't believe her! He hated that bitch more than he'd ever hated anyone else in his life! He hated the fact that she was going to blackmail him like this! He started to wonder what his alternatives were.
He could not fire her, he was thinking, because then she would come right out and tell everyone why. No. That was out.
Perhaps, the only way to go about doing it was to get rid of Marcy. If she could be expelled from the school, for some reason or other, then Jean would have no one to blackmail him with.
That was what had happened with Marilyn, after all. Once she graduated, there was no way Jean could prove anything.
He reached for his bottom desk drawer and started to open it up.
As he was about to take the bottle out of the drawer, he heard someone knocking on his office door. He quickly put the liquor bottle back, closed the drawer, then sat up to try and look attentive.
"Yes, who is it?" he asked.
"It's Shari. Mr. Morley, can I talk to you please?"
"I'm rather busy now, Shari. Can't we talk about it later?"
"I really don't think that it will wait, Mr. Morley," she said.
He was not in the mood to talk to any students now. He was too busy trying to think about what he could do to Jean Reynolds to get her off his back.
"I'm sorry, Shari," he said. "You'll have to come back another time. I insist."
He was surprised when the young girl opened the door to his office anyway, and stepped right in. She slammed the door closed behind herself, and he thought he saw her moving her fingers to the lock.
When he heard the lock clicking shut, he was even more sure.
"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" he asked her.
"I said that I have to talk to you, Mr. Morley," she said to him. "I wasn't kidding around, either. I know what's been going on."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Shari."
"Oh, really? Then I'll spell it out. Number one, you and Marcy made it today. Number two, I know what you and Marilyn were doing. Number three, and I just saw that happening, there's you and Mrs. Reynolds."
He could not believe he was hearing her say these things. He felt like he wanted to die, and he sat there, dumbfounded.
She walked closer to him, then moved her hands through his hair. She could feel how soft his blond hair was, and loved it.
She started to talk soothingly.
"Mr. Morley, don't think I'm going to blackmail you like that bitch Reynolds is doing. I heard it all. I know you don't want her, and I don't blame you. And don't think that Marcy is going to blackmail you. The girl is a fool, and she didn't even want to admit to me what happened. I just forced her."
"Oh?" he asked, and he was starting to feel a little bit better. "And just why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because I happen to like you a great deal, Mr. Morley," she said. "I do want you, and I know you want me."
"How do you know that?"
"Because you seem to like young flesh. It doesn't take much to know that. I also happen to know that I'm very attractive, and I'm not being an egotist. I also happen to like it the way I know you like to give it."
"Just what do you mean by that?" he asked her, and she reached over and picked up the thick ruler, that she not only knew he'd used on Marcy, but also knew that he used on Mrs. Reynolds. And both of them didn't seem to like it too much.
"You seem to know quite a bit, Shari," he said to her.
She took a step back and started to open her blouse as seductively as she could. She let it drop to the floor.
She could see the way he was looking right at her bra-covered tits, and she had to smile. She knew he was already getting turned on, because she could see the way his eyes were bulging out of his head, and how there was a red color flushing into his face.
As seductively as she'd taken off her blouse, she started to open her bra from behind, then slid it down her arms.
"You like my young tits, don't you?" she asked him, as she pressed them together, and ran her fingers over her nipples. "I know that you must like young tits. I have them, and Marilyn had them. And what about young pussies?"
He still said nothing, though she could see some spittle dripping from the side of his mouth, and she took that as a good sign.
He even stood up, and she saw something that pleased her.
He had a thick bulge in the front of his pants, and she laughed.
"God, if Mrs. Reynolds could see you now," she said to him. "If she could only see you now. I heard what was going on. She was sucking you and you couldn't get hard. But you're hard for me. Mr. Morley."
"I know. There's a difference between the two of you."
"You don't have to tell me. I'm young and nubile, and Reynolds is an old maid. Oh, she's really pretty, for someone into older women. But you're not like that."
She slid her shoes off, then moved her hand to her zipper. She couldn't wait to take her hideous skirt off. In fact, she had always hated the Morley dress code, but she knew that she had to dress accordingly.
As she slid her skirt down to her feet, then stepped out of it, she kicked it away, and stood before him in her pink panties.
"Come on and take me," she said to him, smiling. "I want you so much. And I want to feel your cock working my cunt over, as your ruler works my ass over. Oh, I see that's even making you pulse with pleasure. The thought of it is making you pulse, Mr. Morley, and that's turning me on."
She moved her hand to his crotch, then started to rub the hard cock bulge.
Seconds later she was pulling his zipper down and opening his pants.
Once she pushed them down, she could see his hard dick, and his low hanging balls.
"Oh, Mr. Morley, you look good enough to eat. If I do eat you once, will you still be able to fuck my hot little pussy?"
"What do you think?" he asked her, smiling, as he reached for the ruler.
"Well, I just hope I turn you on enough so you will."
And she got down on her knees and started to lick his cock. She could taste the sweet musky flavor of his dick, and she inhaled deeply, too. The smell of his cock was turning her on so much, that within seconds after she first started to eat him, she could feel the juices dripping down from her pussy.
She pressed her fingers against her cunt, pushing the panties inside of her, but soon, her panties were so soaked in the front that she had to pull them off. As she did, she could hear him moaning.
He was obviously looking at her, and Shari loved it. She could feel her body getting hotter because his eyes seemed to be burning through her.
"You look so lovely," he said to her, and he thrust his dick deeper into her mouth, and was amazed at the way she managed to handle him. She was working her throat open and closed around his cock head.
And though he was pretty sure that he would be able to come in her mouth, and then in her cunt, he just did not want to risk it.
Her pussy looked so fantastic, and since she had invited him to do it the way he wanted to do it, he thought it would be better not to come in her mouth. That way, he knew, he'd have a big hard-on for fucking her cunt.
Slowly, she stood up, and without his actually saying it, she sensed what he was thinking, and had to smile. She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard, pressing her eager tongue into his mouth.
Then, she took a few steps back, looked on his desk, and saw that there was really nothing to get in her way.
She lay back and spread her legs, lifting them as high as she possibly could.
Mr. Morley moved closer to her and started to rub the thick head of his cock against her pussy. He slid his way in deep and hard, and she let out a loud moan as she felt his cock filling her.
It was such a sensational feeling, and when he pulled back and she felt the hard ruler whacking against her buttocks, she had to moan.
He whacked her about five times, and she could feel the way her pussy kept spasming around his cock, over and over again.
"Oh yeah, keep it up," she moaned. "Keep it up."
He started to fuck her fast and hard, and when she felt him pulsing inside of her, she begged him not to come yet. After all, she had heard what was going on with him and Mrs. Reynolds, and she didn't want her pussy to be left in a frustrated state, the way that bitchy Math teachers had been left.
"Don't come inside of me too soon," she started to beg him. "Please. I want to feel that cock of yours working me over for hours."
And he did slow down, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Shit, Shari, you feel so fucking good," he moaned. "I could stay inside of your cunt for the longest time. But promise me something."
"Anything," she moaned. "Anything."
"Don't be a cunt like Marilyn was. You know you can take advantage of me now. You know you can, but please don't. I promise you that I'll turn you on like this whenever you want to be turned on, but don't be a cunt like she was."
Of course, Shari had been thinking about how she could take advantage of him, but she could see an earnest look in his eyes, and she felt sorry for him.
When he started to thrust in and out of her a little bit harder, then slowed down and gave her hot ass a couple of more good whacks, she started to think of something. This had to be some of the hottest sex she'd ever had in her life, and maybe it would be better to just let him keep making her.
She certainly didn't mind her classes all that much, and maybe he would let her cut a few of them, every once in a while, if they turned out to be so intolerable.
"All right," she said. "I won't be such a cunt, but I will be a little bit of a cunt, sometimes. If that's okay."
"Sure," he moaned, and then she could feel his cock starting to throb inside of her cunt even harder. When he exploded, and her pussy began to spasm hard, it was so fucking sensational. But it was even better when she felt the ruler whacking her ass a few more times. It made her orgasm more intense.
CHAPTER SIX
Shari knew why everyone in the school wondered how she was breezing through all of her courses, but it really didn't have all that much to do with Mr. Morley.
Instead, it had to do with many of the teachers themselves.
For she and Mr. Morley had gotten rather close with each other, and she thought that she was starting to know him rather well.
She was even starting to love him in many ways, because he was something of her ideal man. She thought that with his straight blond hair and rugged looking face, that he was almost like a sculpture.
She did not want to take advantage of him, either.
So, she continued to go to all of her classes, and she would go to see him at the end of the day so that they could talk.
However, two weeks after their first encounter, she walked into his office, and could see that he was looking rather down. She was quite sure that she would be able to cheer him up, and got down on her knees in front of him. Shari moved her expert mouth to his cock and sucked him between her lips.
There was no reaction, right away. In fact, as she started to flick her tongue back and forth over his cock head, in a manner that had turned him on all the other times, that wasn't even working this time.
He just sat back and sighed, then smiled at her.
"I'm sorry, Shari," he said to her. "I really am. But you see, she got to me first today, and really gave me a workout."
"Who?" Shari asked, and she was starting to feel a little bit jealous.
"Mrs. Reynolds, of course. Those other times when you got to me first, and I was too worn out, only made her more and more angry with me. Today she came to see me during one of her breaks. Shall I tell you what she had me do to her?"
"What? I want to know everything that bitch made you do."
First, he went on to tell her, Mrs. Reynolds had stripped for him, and then she made him eat her cunt. She wanted him to jerk off at the same time, so she could watch, but she did not let him come.
Then, when she was ready, she sucked him off. It only took her a few seconds, since he had been playing with himself.
"I want to assure you, too, Shari. I was not turned on with her the way you turn me on. In fact, I had my eyes closed and was actually fantasizing about you. I was wishing that you were sucking me off instead of that cunt."
After he came, she kept sucking him, until he got hard again.
Then she insisted that he fuck her cunt, and as she lay back, she wrapped her legs around his buttocks and started to hold him in. That way, she could loosen her leg grip when she wanted him to thrust, and each time that she felt him pulsing inside of her, she could lock her legs again.
"She had me fucking her for at least an hour, in her cunt, and then, after that, she wanted me to fuck her ass."
"That bitch," Shari said, thinking of how bad a teacher the woman was to begin with, and how that woman had worn him out.
She had done the same kind of thing with him when he fucked her ass.
Each time she felt him throbbing, she locked her legs around his buttocks and squeezed as hard as she could, to hold him deep inside of her so he would not come right away. And even after he came in her ass, she held him there.
Finally, she sucked him into a hard-on again, then insisted that he come in her mouth one more time.
"Do you know what I was thinking about in order to come in her mouth? I had my eyes closed and was thinking about you, and how I love to whip your ass with the ruler as I'm also fucking you. That was the only way I could come."
"She doesn't let you use the ruler on her ass, does she?" Shari asked.
"No. No way. She never even lets me pick it up. She doesn't like it when I hit her ass, that fucking bitch."
Shari had been upset, until there was a knocking on the door.
She stood up fast, and he pushed his cock back into his pants. When he asked who it was, and heard Mr. Ryan, the English teacher, he told him to come in.
It was only then that Shari learned something.
Mr. Ryan knew all about what was going on, because Mr. Morley had told him. In fact, she was happy to learn, Mr. Morley had asked Mr. Ryan to come in for a reason. He had been telling the handsome black-haired man how hot Shari was, and they had a long talk before anything happened.
Basically, Mr. Ryan was to be some kind of a substitute for Mr. Morley that afternoon, because Mr. Morley was too exhausted. At first, Shari didn't really know if she wanted to start doing something like that, although she was attracted to the English teacher. However, two things convinced her that it would be for her own benefit.
First, Mr. Morley raised the ruler up and threatened her, which made her pussy start to tingle, and then, Mr. Ryan pulled his cock out of his pants.
Shari could not get over it. She had thought Mr. Morley had one of the most fantastic cocks she'd ever seen, but Mr. Ryan's was just the slightest bit thicker. His cock head looked like a big mushroom on the rest of the shaft.
She ended up laying back, after stripping, so Mr. Ryan could move between her legs. Then, Morley handed Ryan the ruler, and within two seconds, Shari was coming, because the English teacher thrust into her at the same time that he whacked her ass hard with the ruler.
She let out such a moan, that Mr. Morley feared someone might hear it. That was the reason he pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed it between her lips. He didn't think that he would get hard, but her warm lips on his limp cock still felt quite good, and he was moaning loud.
"You were right, Michael," Mr. Ryan said. "She is one of the hottest little girls I've ever met in my life."
"I told you she would be. I'm glad that you and I had this talk. I was happy to hear that you like young girls, too."
"Do you think I would be teaching at a place like this if I didn't?"
"No. I guess you wouldn't be. But remember. Don't let Mrs. Reynolds know anything about what you're doing. I have a strange feeling that she would want to blackmail you, too, if she ever had any feelings for you. It's the only way she can get someone to fuck her. Do you think you want her?"
"Let's be real, Michael. Of course I don't want her, and never have."
"Then just keep quiet about this thing," Mr. Morley had said.
The whole time, Mr. Ryan had been moving his hard cock in and out of Shari's pussy, and the girl was getting wetter and wetter by the second.
She loved the way he was whipping her ass with the ruler, too, and thought that she would never stop coming.
Then, his cock started to throb inside of her pussy, and by that time, she thought she would pass out from pleasure. Mr. Ryan started to shoot his thick load deep inside of her, and at the very same moment, Shari had to smile.
Although she had been busy sucking on Mr. Morley's cock for the last few minutes, unsuccessfully, she started to feel him getting longer and thicker in her mouth. She knew that he was getting hard, and loved it.
She sucked him for the longest time, and then she felt him starting to throb a little bit, and that was when she pulled her mouth away.
"God, you did it," he said to her, and she smiled at him.
When Mr. Ryan pulled out of her pussy, Mr. Morley was hard and ready to enter her so he could take the English teacher's place.
Shari loved it that time, because Mr. Ryan moved his cock to her mouth as Mr. Morley was fucking and ruler whipping her ass at the same time, and she thought that she would never stop coming.
It happened again a little later. For by the time Mr. Morley was coming in her cunt, Mr. Ryan was hard again in her mouth, and she knew that he was going to start fucking her pussy again, which was just what he did.
So, overall, it had turned out to be one hot time.
And because she had gotten on the English teacher's good side, he was always being nice to her in class, and when it came time for tests, he would do something else.
He usually let her know exactly what the questions were going to be the day before the exam, so while other young girls were busting their asses studying everything, wondering just what they would be asked, Shari was just looking up specific answers, so her essays were really sensationally good.
"This way, I don't feel like I'm helping you that much," Mr. Ryan had said to her one afternoon, after a hot threesome. "I mean, I am helping you, but you still have to do some studying."
"Right. I just know exactly what I should study, and I don't have to waste my time learning all the other crap."
"Waste your time?" he asked, slyly, and she started to laugh.
"I mean, memorize the other stuff. It's not wasting time. You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do," he said to her, laughing.
Then, another week, Mr. Ryan was out sick, and when she went to see Mr. Morley, he was worn out again. Mrs. Reynolds was getting to him so early in the afternoon, long before Shari was even out of class, that Shari was getting more and more pissed off.
But that afternoon, Mr. Howard, the Science teacher was invited in. He was a handsome black-haired man, with a cock that didn't compare to Mr. Morley's, she thought. Still, it got her going while she sucked the head of the school's cock, and once again, she managed to get him hard.
After that encounter, Mr. Howard was always on her side, and he gave her copies of the test that they would be having the week before he gave it to them.
Of course, she promised not to let any of the others know that she had the test, and she usually had to go down to Mr. Morley's office and lock the door, so she could go over it and look up the answers in her science book.
Mr. Morley didn't mind at all. In fact, sometimes, if he wasn't too busy, he would help her find the answer, and always had this as a reason.
"Look, you know for sure that you could really take advantage of me, Shari. You know that you don't even have to go to classes, and I would still have to give you an A in everything. You're not being as bitchy as Marilyn was. At least you're going to the classes so no one suspects anything."
"Including Mrs. Reynolds," Shari said. "She's the one I really have to worry about though. Her tests can sometimes be impossible."
And when she told Mr. Morley that, her problems were solved.
For the next day, he had a conference with the teachers, and insisted that they all give him the tests they were planning to give to the classes, before they gave the tests. He explained that he had been getting complaints from many of the students and he had to give his approval of the test before the teachers gave them.
Of course, it was just a way for him to get Mrs. Reynolds' tests for Shari so she could go over them a week before they were to be given.
Since Shari was a pretty smart student to begin with, he didn't think that he was doing anything wrong, and since no one would know about it, he thought it was all right.
One day, two months after his first encounter with the blonde girl, she came into his office, and once again, he was worn out. Shari was beginning to expect him to be worn out, because, if anything, it was the Math teacher who was now taking advantage.
She was still holding the incident with Marcy over his head, threatening him almost every day, so that he had to satisfy her sexual urges.
"You know, I'm getting sick of that bitch wearing you out before I can have you," Shari said to him, running her soft fingers through his hair.
"You and me, both. I wish there was something I could do about it. I wish there was some way I could get rid of her for good."
"I know. But what could you do? If you fired her, she would expose you and let everyone know what you were doing."
"Well, Marcy would have to admit to it, too," he said. "When I think about it, Marcy could easily deny what she would say."
Shari got a little bit scared. After all, he was under the impression that Marcy had admitted everything to her, which she never had. She did not want him to know that, just in case it might make him mad.
"I don't think Marcy would admit to it, but you never know. Besides, there's always Marilyn. She might be able to get Marilyn to talk. I know that I did."
"True. God, if only I could have something over her."
And Shari started to think. Had Mrs. Reynolds ever done anything that they could blackmail her back with? The woman seemed to be so perfect, or seemed to think that she was. As it turned out, Shari started to get him hard, and when she did, she was so turned on. She lay back on his desk and let him fuck her, while he was slapping her ass with the ruler.
Each time he thrust into her, she could feel her cunt burning with a fiery kind of passion, and each time he pulled out and whacked her, the heat just increased.
When she felt him starting to pulse inside of her pussy, she wrapped her legs around his ass, then pulled him down closer, so his hairy chest was pressing against her nipples. She sucked on his tongue as hard as she could, when he thrust it into her mouth, and waited until she felt him stop pulsing.
Then, he started fucking her once more, and she thought that she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
She moaned, and he kissed her neck, which only made her moan louder.
Just then, there was a knocking on the door, and she could see the way someone was already trying to turn the doorknob.
"What's going on in there?" she could hear Mrs. Reynolds saying, and the woman started to bang on the door even harder. "I know that there's something going on in there, Mr. Morley. Open the door this instant."
They were both completely naked, and he was still hard. Still, he pulled his cock out of Shari's pussy, and both of them ran to get their clothing. They both dressed as fast as they could, and Shari checked him over to make sure that he was looking okay, and not like he'd just jumped into his clothing.
He did the same thing for her, and told her to sit in a chair.
As soon as he opened the door, Mrs. Reynolds flew into the place, almost like she owned it. She turned and saw Shari sitting there, then looked at him.
"And just what was going on here, Mr. Morley?" she asked, and Shari really hated the way this woman was accusing him already. She could tell that he seemed to have no power over her, because of what she knew.
"Nothing, Mrs. Reynolds. I was just reprimanding Shari here."
"For what?" the woman asked, in the same stern manner.
Shari looked at him, and could tell that he was having trouble coming up with an answer. She had a quick mind, though, and thought fast.
"I told Mr. Howard to fuck off when he wanted me to dissect a frog."
"What?" Mrs. Reynolds asked, as if she was stunned.
"You heard me, Mrs. Reynolds. He wanted me to kill the poor little frog and then cut it open. I couldn't do that and I told him to fuck off."
"Is that the truth, Mr. Morley?" she said, accusingly. "I thought I could hear other things going on."
Shari stood up and glared at her Math teacher.
"And what do you think was going on, Mrs. Reynolds?" she asked her. "I want to know. Because if you're thinking what I'm thinking, I'm going to sue your fucking ass for libel. Do you hear me?"
"How dare you talk to me like that?" the woman screamed at her. "Mr. Morley, are you going to let her talk to me like this?"
"You are implying certain things, Mrs. Reynolds," he said to her. "Both you and I, and now Shari, know what they are."
"But I heard ... "
"Mrs. Reynolds, do you always go around listening to what's going on behind locked doors?" Shari asked her. "It's a very bad habit."
"Young lady, please leave this room immediately. Mr. Morley and I have some things that must be talked over. I want you out."
"No," Shari said, trying to be as bold as possible.
The woman glared at her with such hatred, that Shari could feel an icy chill running through her body. She knew, deep down, that she was making an enemy now, and this was the kind of enemy the head of the school couldn't even deal with.
She thought fast, however, and blurted it out.
"He didn't finish my punishment, Mrs. Reynolds. You burst in here before Mr. Morley had a chance to finish my punishment. Now if you don't mind, you leave. I know that I have to get punished for what I did, and in a few seconds, he might have to punish me more, because I might tell you to fuck off."
And the woman was so shocked, that she turned immediately and scurried out of the room. Mr. Morley walked over and slammed the door closed, and when he turned back to face Shari, he had to laugh.
The girl had her mouth covered with her hand, and was trying not to laugh so loud, because she thought the woman might still be outside.
However, they could hear the sound of footsteps disappearing down the hall, and only then did they both laugh.
After they let it out, Shari reached over and started to play with his cock, and she could feel how he'd gone limp in his pants. She massaged him as firmly as she could, until she felt him starting to get hard.
That time, they did not take off all of their clothing, which bothered the young blonde, because she loved the way it felt when he was pressing his hairy chest down against her. Instead, she just pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties off, while Mr. Morley opened his pants and pushed them down around his knees.
"This is just in case she comes back," he said to Shari.
"Yes, I know," the girl sighed. "I know. I don't like it, but we're going to have to face facts. That cunt is getting too smart."
And as he started to slide his hard dick in and out of her pussy, and she moved her arms around his neck and kissed him, she was moaning loud. She loved it when he whacked her ass hard with the ruler.
And she loved it so much when he started to come in her, because he had managed to make her come a few times, and each orgasm was more intense than the next one.
But the next day, when she walked into the woman's class, she could tell that Mrs. Reynolds was hating her.
The woman glared at her quite often, and there were moments when she asked a question and the whole class raised their hands to answer, except for Shari herself, Mrs. Reynolds just asked Shari to answer the question.
Luckily, the girl knew the answer, but the next day, Mrs. Reynolds gave the class a surprise test, which the girl almost failed.
When she went to talk to Mr. Morley, there was really nothing he could do.
"She came in to see me yesterday, and told me that she's not planning on giving me anymore of the tests in advance. It's as if she knows."
"That fucking bitch," Shari said. "That fucking bitch. We're going to have to do something with her. I know we will."
"Yes, but what?" he asked Shari.
"I'm thinking of murder, though I know that's being a little bit extreme. But wait. I have another idea. She got something on you, right? Well, no one is perfect. She has to have something we can use against her. She just has to."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was to be Marcy, in the end, who would help come up with the idea, but that would not happen until months later.
Since the incident between Marcy and Shari, the two roommates had not been talking to each other, and there was a great deal of tension between the two of them.
She was starting to hate her school so much, and the thing going on between herself and Shari was one of the main reasons.
There were, of course, many others. She disliked Mrs. Reynolds, still, and she still had to put up with her.
There was one other thing bothering her. She learned about it three nights after she and Mr. Morley had been together, and he had whipped her ass with the ruler.
She fell asleep and was dreaming about him.
She dreamed of him making love to her again, in much the same way that she had dreamed about it before she had actually had him. She could see him moving his cock into her pussy, and thrusting rather gently.
And in her dream, she could feel him whacking her ass with the ruler.
He was whacking it as hard as possible, and she was still getting off on it. She woke up and felt the way her cunt was so wet, and she looked over at Shari's bed and saw that her roommate was sleeping peacefully.
Marcy closed her eyes and started to dream about him making love to her, but that time, she played with herself. And when she dreamed about him. hitting her with the ruler, the way he had that other time, she came harder.
She tried to think about why it was turning her on now, when it had never turned her on before, and she thought about it this way.
The first time Mr. Morley had whacked her with the ruler, it had felt rather nice because he hadn't done it so hard. When she pressed her cunt against the side of his desk, she could feel this pleasure running through her body, and all of her skin was starting to feel so sensitive.
Therefore, when he hit her again, her skin tingled as he whacked her.
But the time when he had fucked her had been different. He had hit her so hard that the pain was much more intense than the pleasure, and he had continued to whip her with the ruler, just as hard, so that the pleasure never had a chance to catch up or overcome the pain. It was almost as if he wanted to hurt her and teach her a lesson.
She also thought about the time when Shari had taken her, which was one of the reasons why she didn't want to talk to her roommate.
Shari had slapped her ass a few times, and the girl had done it light enough so that the pleasure was more intense than the pain.
So, during the next few weeks, Marcy had a lot of time to think about it.
She realized that there was a moment when pain and pleasure were one. Sometimes people would talk about having to take the pleasure before the pain, and there seemed to be some truth to that.
And she didn't mind pain, as long as it was kept to a limit. As long as the pleasure was more intense than the pain, she thought that she could easily deal with it. But, she did not think that she would have the chance.
Because when she started to realize this, and knew that she had a great desire for Mr. Morley, she thought of ways to get sent to his office.
Since she and Mrs. Reynolds had already had their run-in, fucking up in her class seemed to be the best possible way.
She started to send notes in the woman's class, and although Mrs. Reynolds caught her, the woman didn't send her to see the head of the school. Instead, she just seemed to threaten Marcy, telling her she would be expelled.
Marcy continued to do things to disturb the woman, but sensed that Mrs. Reynolds was afraid to send her to see Mr. Morley.
She could not understand why, and decided to start sending notes in her English class. Mr. Ryan did end up sending her to see the head of the school.
"Why did you send that note?" Mr. Morley asked her.
"Because I think that Mr. Ryan is a real bore, Mr. Morley."
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" he asked her.
And she shook her head yes, because she was too scared to admit to him that she wanted him again. She thought that he would get so mad at her if she came out and said something like that, although it was the truth.
Finally, he said something to her that scared her, because by this time, she was dreaming about him every night, and dreaming about him whipping her ass, though not as hard as he had done it the first time.
"If you're ever sent to my office again, Marcy, I'm really afraid that I'm going to have to have you expelled. The last time you were here you did something horrible, which is why I can't whip you this time."
And she was scared of being expelled, cause she knew that her parents would be furious with her if she was.
So she had to be on her best behavior, although each night, when she would go to sleep and dream about him, it only led to more and more frustration, because she wanted him so much. One night, in fact, she must have even said his name, because she was dreaming of his cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy, while he was whacking her ass with the whip, and then she felt something.
"Marcy, wake up," she could hear Shari saying. "Wake up."
"What is it?" Marcy moaned. "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again."
"You were talking in your sleep. It was the only way I could wake you up. Now just shut the hell up so I can go to sleep."
And she was nervous, because she knew she'd been dreaming about him, so she asked Shari what she had been saying.
"You kept calling Mr. Morley's name. I don't know why, but I don't even care. I just wish that you would keep quiet."
So she tried to keep herself from dreaming about him, in the hopes that she would not start to call out his name at night. However, it was hard not to dream about him, because she would see him every single day, since the school was small, and each time that she saw him, she wanted him even more.
Some mornings, after she would sleep and dream about him, and she'd be thinking about his hard cock moving in and out of her pussy, she would wake up with her own fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and she would sometimes have to change her sheets almost every day, because of the come stains.
Then, one afternoon, months later, Marcy decided to write a letter home to her younger brother, just to tell him how unhappy she was.
She started to look for her stationary, but couldn't find it. Then, she remembered that she had run out after the last letter. Since Shari was not in their room, she thought that she might as well see if he girl had some.
Marcy found two things that really bothered her.
The first was a whole bunch of tests. She recognized many of them, because they were tests that she'd already taken, tests that she had, in fact, busted her ass studying for, and had gotten good grades on.
She remembered thinking that Shari had not studied too much herself, and that she had managed to get some really good grades, too. Marcy had not thought too much about this, although it bothered her that Shari was doing better than she was in class, without actually having to study as much.
At the beginning of the term, it hadn't been working like that.
She also found some other tests that she did not recognize, although she could see that one of the science tests had some questions about things that they were just starting to learn in class that week.
The second thing that Marcy found was Shari's unlocked diary.
All she had to do was read some of the early entries to realize that she was a dupe. Of course, she could remember that day when Shari had said to her, "Don't you know what you can do?" and she had never found out.
Now she did, although she ended up reading other things. Shari had written about how much she loved making it with the head of the school, and how she wasn't going to take advantage the way Marilyn had.
She had also written about Mrs. Reynolds, and how the woman was taking advantage.
That night, Marcy had a plan. She waited until her roommate was sleeping, then snuck out of her bed.
She took her thick leather belt and started to pull Shari's hands up over her head. Marcy pulled the leather belt as tight as she could, and by the time the blonde girl realized that something was happening to her, it was too late.
Marcy was already fastening the rest of the leather belt to the bedposts, and she was going to give her roommate a taste of her own medicine.
She pulled her nightie up and pressed her wet pussy against Shari's face.
"Now eat me, you bitch," she said to Shari, and she started to press her cunt right down against the girl.
Shari pulled at her hands as hard as she could, feeling somewhat desperate. She could feel how tight the leather had been pulled, and she realized something else. If she didn't start to suck Marcy's cunt soon, she would suffocate.
As she started to lick, Marcy pulled herself back just a bit, so that Shari's warm tongue could work over her clit, and the girl could still suck in some air. After a few seconds, Marcy felt her juices beginning to flow, and she loved the way she felt Shari lapping and lapping at them.
"Now," she was saying to her roommate, "I know what you and Mr. Morley have been doing. You've taken my place. I should have been the one in there, you bitch."
Shari had a look of shock on her face, and Marcy slid the girl's nightie up and moved her fingers to her pussy. She started to slide them in and out, and she could feel the way her friend was getting wetter.
She wiggled Shari's clit back and forth, and after she was satisfied with her own orgasm, slid down away from Shari's face.
She kept her pussy close, and kept her fingers working inside of Shari's cunt, because there were things that she wanted to know.
"Now why did he hurt me so much the first time?" she asked Shari. "It didn't say in your diary, and I want to know."
"You read my diary," Shari said, and she seemed angry.
Marcy didn't give a shit. She slapped the girl across the face, and told her about finding the tests, too. Now, of course, Marcy understood how Shari had gotten the tests, since she and Mr. Morley were real close. But she still wanted to know why he had hurt her so much, and why he had left her so confused.
Shari said that she really didn't know, although she suspected.
"It had to do with him and Marilyn, I think. He knew that Mrs. Reynolds was blackmailing him because she knew about Marilyn, and didn't want it to happen again. However, when it came to you, he couldn't control himself, and after he was finished and realized it, he wanted you to take all the blame. He thought you might realize that you could blackmail him."
And Marcy started to smile. She moved her cunt back to Shari's face, and could feel the girl's warm tongue working her clit over again. Shari was really getting off on what Marcy was doing to her, though she was scared for Mr. Morley. She thought that Marcy might start to blackmail him, too.
Marcy kept thrusting her hot dripping pussy back and forth against the bound girl's face, until she had come a few times.
Then, she pulled herself off of Shari and untied the leather strap from the bedpost, though she made no move to untie Shari's hands.
She pushed the girl's nightie down, then started to lead her out into the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Shari asked her roommate.
"We're going to see Mr. Morley. He has some explaining to do to me."
They knew where he slept, because all the teachers slept in the same building.
Marcy was glad that the man had his door unlocked, and she and Shari walked right in, then slammed it closed.
He sat up in his bed, and seemed surprised to see the two girls there.
"I thought I told you that if you caused anymore trouble, I would have you expelled, Marcy," he said, when he saw that she was leading Shari, and Shari's hands were bound in front of her body, with a leather belt.
"You told me a lot of crap, Mr. Morley. You also really turned my head around when you made me think that I was the one who was responsible for your taking me. But now I know better. Now I know you just couldn't control yourself."
She could see that he was not trying to deny it, and was happy about it.
"And what do you want now?"
"You know what I want. You knew that I wanted it when I came to see you the last time, a few weeks back. When you threatened to expel me, only because you wanted to get rid of me. I want you, Mr. Morley. I want you to fuck me again, and even whack my ass. It felt great, but not when you did it so hard."
He looked at Shari, as if he thought she might have been the one responsible for filling Marcy in, but Shari shook her head.
Meanwhile, Marcy was stripping off her nightie, so that she was standing naked before him. She moved toward his bed and pulled the covers down, so that she could see his fully naked body.
"What do you have to whip my ass with?" she asked him, and he shook his head, then just held up his hand.
"Everything else is in my office," he said to her, and she smiled.
"Your hand will do nicely. I want you to turn me on, Mr. Morley. Did you know, that the last time you took me, you were the first?"
He didn't answer, for she was lying back and spreading her legs.
He could see her ripe pussy, and since the three of them were, alone, and no one would know what was happening, he was more than willing to go down on her. He moved his warm lips to her cunt and started to lick her gently.
As he did, she could feel the pleasure beginning to flow through her body. She moaned when he spread her cunt lips with his tongue, then started to suck on her clit as gently as he possibly could.
The more turned on she got, the more she was raising her ass up in the air.
WHACK! WHACK! When Marcy felt it on her buttocks, she couldn't believe how good it felt. He had hit her rather hard, but his hands couldn't hurt her as much as the ruler had. As a matter of fact, they felt sensational.
She knew it was because his tongue was keeping her turned on, and he kept sucking on her clit and blowing hot air into her pussy, while he was slapping her ass.
As Marcy started to come harder, she could feel him sucking the come out of her, and his suction was making her orgasm more intense.
She slid her fingers to her own nipples and began to pluck on them. Then, she moved one hand down to his cock, and rubbed it gently.
"God, this cock felt so good the last time, until you started to try to hurt me. You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Morley."
"I had to," he moaned. "I just had to hurt you that time. I knew you would want me more and more if I didn't."
"You're right now. I will want you more. So you did succeed, but only for a few months. Now that I know how you really are, I will want you more."
He let out a groan, but she did not ask him why. At that point, she did not care.
She just reached for his head and pulled his mouth down to her cunt again, so that he would keep licking her.
Marcy thrust herself up and down against him, and each time that she raised her ass up off his bed, he whacked her hard with his hand. But by that time, her flesh was tingling so much, that her ass just seemed to explode with pleasure each time his hand made firm contact with her ass cheek.
"Oh yeah. Keep sucking that clit, Mr. Morley. Make me come a thousand times before you fuck me with that dick of death. That's the way I love it."
And she could feel the way he kept sucking her clit so hard. He kept it between his lips and worked his tongue back and forth over it in quick, flicking motions. Then he started to wiggle it back and forth.
When she felt like she was going to pass out from all her flowing pleasure, she started to moan for him to fuck her.
"And don't do it to hurt me that much," she said. "You can hurt me. A little."
She laughed as he started to slide up her body, and she could feel his strong, hairy chest pressing down against her tits.
Her nipples were throbbing over and over again, and as he started to slide his dick into her pussy, both hands made contact with her buttocks.
WHACK! WHACK!
She felt one hand slap against one cheek, and then the other hand was slapping against the other cheek, and she could feel his cock pulsing. Luckily, he slowed down, and she knew he wouldn't be coming too soon.
He started to thrust faster after his cock pulsation's stopped, and a few seconds later Marcy could feel something.
She felt a weight on the bed, and she turned to her left and right, and could see Shari's feet on either side of her head. Shari had just then climbed up on the bed, and when Marcy looked up, she could see her roommate's blonde pussy pressed against Mr. Morley's eagerly sucking mouth.
She loved the way it looked, and loved the fact that the teacher did not forget what he was doing to her. He kept thrusting, and kept whacking her ass nice and hard, just the way she wanted him to do it.
She was dreaming of him doing it with the ruler, but she knew that there would be other times, and when she closed her eyes and felt the slapping, it was easy enough to imagine that he was using a ruler on her.
"Oh yeah, keep fucking me. Fuck me to death," she was moaning.
"Not too loud, Marcy," she heard Shari whispering. "Some of the other teachers might hear you. The walls aren't that thick."
And Marcy knew that Shari was right, but she really couldn't help herself, because it was the first time she had really been so turned on by a fuck. Of course, it was only the second time she had been fucked, but Mr. Morley's abuse the first time had made her hate the entire experience.
This time, it was sensational, with her whole body tingling like crazy.
When she felt him starting to throb in her pussy for the third time, she could tell that he was going to go all the way, because he made no attempt to slow down.
Just as he was coming, his hands landed on each buttock, so hard that Marcy was exploding around him. She could feel her cream dripping down all over his cock shaft at the same time that his dick was shooting hot loads of come into her.
He moaned so loud, and she loved the way his moans were muffled in Shari's hot dripping pussy. She also loved the way Mr. Morley managed to keep himself inside of her cunt for the longest time after coming.
What happened next was also sensational, Marcy thought.
As he pulled out of her cunt, Shari climbed off the bed, and within seconds, she had her mouth between Marcy's legs. She was licking the cream right out of Marcy's hot pussy, and Marcy could hear her moaning something.
"See. It tastes the same as it did the last time. The last time when I knew he had come in you. I told you, Marcy. I can tell."
Mr. Morley was moving his cock to Marcy's mouth, and she started to suck him between her lips. She could hear him moaning, and she could taste a wonderful flavor on his shaft, which turned her on and made her come harder. Shari sucked all of the come out of her pussy, working her over for the longest time.
And Marcy was hoping that Mr. Morley would get hard in her mouth again, and maybe he would have, had he not fucked Mrs. Reynolds so much that afternoon.
He pulled his limp, spent dick out of Marcy's mouth, and moved his mouth down there so he could kiss her instead.
And then, by the time Shari was finished sucked out the come, Marcy thought that she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
She sat up, then reached for Shari's still bound hands. She pulled the leather belt off, and smiled at both Mr. Morley and her roommate.
"This was fantastic," she said. "I can understand why Shari's been so happy for the last few weeks now. I really can. She's been having you."
Mr. Morley smiled, then started to blush a little bit.
"And it's going to be good, because now the three of us can get together."
"Oh God, no," Shari groaned, and Marcy slapped her.
"You selfish bitch. I always thought that you were, and this proves it."
"Maybe I am," Shari insisted, "but with good reason. You see, Mrs. Reynolds knows about that time with you and Mr. Morley. She knows that you're under legal age, and she's holding it over him. She's blackmailing him so he makes it with her."
"That's right," Mr. Morley said. "She can get me whenever she wants me, even though I never want her at all. I'd love to make it with you two girls all the time. I even thought that maybe, if you would deny her accusations, it might work."
"That could be true," Marcy said, smiling slyly. "But, if Mrs. Reynolds were to make it with some young boy who was underage, and we were to get some pictures, it would be so much easier. Don't you both think so?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was so easily arranged, because Marcy had learned everything that day when she had been writing to her younger brother.
She mailed little Jerry a letter, and told him to come up and visit her.
Jerry was a handsome blond boy, who had always thought his sister was so hot looking to begin with. Marcy had known how much her brother wanted her, and the very first night that he stayed over, he got to have two beautiful girls.
He was only fourteen, which Marcy thought was good, and that night, she and Shari snuck him into their room. Actually, it was easy for them to have him there, since Mr. Morley knew all about it.
The two of them stripped him, and while Marcy was moving her lips up and down on his hard cock shaft, Shari was kissing him, and then she sat on his face. He seemed to love the taste of her cunt the very first time he ate it, and it turned him on so much that he started to come in Marcy's mouth in a second.
Marcy had always heard that young boys could stay hard for hours, and she was happy to learn that it was the truth when it came to her younger brother. Even as he finished coming in her mouth, his dick showed no sign of going limp.
So, she sat on his cock and started to ride it up and down. Then, she started to tongue kiss with Shari, as Shari continued to sit on his face, and the two girls were having one fantastic time with the young boy.
Jerry came in his sister's cunt very fast, and the two girls changed their positions around, so that Shari could feel his dick in her pussy.
"God, this feels wonderful," Shari was moaning, as she sat all the way down on his cock and started to ride him up and down.
She moved her fingers to his balls, and could not get over how big they were. She wondered if he was fully grown, in the cock and in the balls, because she was thinking that if he ended up growing anymore, he might never be able to find a girl to take him.
As it was, his young boyish dick was enormous, and both of the girls loved the way it felt inside of them.
In fact, after he shot his load into Shari's eager and dripping pussy, they had a small argument over who would get to ride his dick next. In the end, both girls lay side by side, and started to kiss each other.
That time, Jerry took control, pushing their legs up over their head, and fucking one for a while, then moving his cock to the other one.
"Shit, I wish I had two dicks so that I could fuck you both," he laughed, and when it came time for coming, he seemed to realize that one or the other would lose out, because he could not come in both of them at the same time.
And so, he pulled out of Marcy, who he was fucking at the time he thought he would come, then started to jerk his cock hard, so that the come was shooting out all over both of their tits. And both of them seemed to love it, because they were smearing the warm cock cream into their tits.
They even let him sleep with them, and the three of them ended up sleeping in Marcy's bed, so that the next morning, which was Saturday, he woke up with a hard-on and the three of them started to fuck around again.
It was only later, during lunch, that Jerry had to ask his sister something.
"What made you decide to let me do this to both of you?" he asked. "I mean, Marcy knew that I wanted to do this for the longest time."
"I thought that I would do you a favor, Jerry," Marcy said.
"Why? You never wanted to do one for me before."
"Because Shari and I both need you to do us a favor. You see, it goes like this."
And she started to tell her brother just what she wanted him to do, and as soon as she mentioned an older, hot redheaded woman, he started to smile. He told her that he would love to do it.
And so it was arranged. Later that day, the two girls took him to Mr. Morley's office, and the man was there waiting.
They stripped Jerry and tied him up, binding his arms with leather.
Then, Mr. Morley dialed Mrs. Reynolds' room and asked her to meet him in his office. As they started to leave, Marcy turned and looked at her little brother. He was lying on the desk, on his back, and his cock was limp.
She ran over and took his dick between her lips, then sucked it a little bit, until she could feel it getting harder.
"You'll look so much more appealing this way," she said.
And then, the three of them ran out of the room and waited down the hall. They could hear the sound of Mrs. Reynolds' footsteps as she came from the other way, then pushed the door open. They could even hear her starting to speak.
"What did you want to see me about Mike? I ... "
She was stunned when she saw the young boy lying there, for she had no idea why he was there. Still, she was thinking, he was hot.
She was going to ask him what he was there for, when she noticed that there was a gag around his mouth, so she decided not to bother.
Instead, she walked right over and moved her hand to his dick. She could feel how thick it was, and as she felt the heat of it in her hand, she started to moan. It felt so good and firm, and he was so young.
She started to move her mouth down on it, thinking that she liked the fact that he was all tied up. She liked it because she didn't really want to know who he was, or why he was there.
She just wanted to taste his young meat, and perhaps go for a ride. After all, as much as she liked making it with Mr. Morley, she didn't really like the way he always tried to dominate her and was so rough with her.
She preferred it when she could dominate someone, and since this young boy was already bound, she knew she could do what she wanted.
As she sucked on his young dick, she reached for the ruler that she knew Mr. Morley used on the young girls, and she whacked the boy's ass as hard as she could. She could hear him let out a moan when he did that.
Meanwhile, the camera was clicking away, as it was set on automatic, and Mr. Morley and the two young girls were standing outside listening.
They could hear the sound of sucking, and they heard the ruler cracking. They were happy about that, because this way, she wouldn't be able to hear the camera going off every two minutes, catching her in different stages of play.
For as she continued to suck him, she started to rub her finger against his asshole, and Jerry thought that felt fantastic.
In fact, as he thrust his dick up so her mouth was taking more of it in, then felt her starting to work her finger in all the way, he couldn't hold back. His asshole was spasming around her fingers as he started to come hard in her mouth, and from outside, they could hear the sound of her choking on the come.
"She never likes me to come in her throat," Mr. Morley whispered to the two girls, and they both covered their mouths to keep from giggling.
After he came, Mrs. Reynolds was so happy. Usually, she had to wait a few minutes for Mr. Morley to get it up again, but this boy was amazing. Since he was boy, he was hard after coming once.
She began to strip her clothing off, and she moved her cunt right up to his mouth. Only then did she pull the gag down, but only so he could lick her pussy. She started to sit on his face as she reached behind to play with his cock.
"Yeah, suck my cream out," she moaned. "Then, after you make me nice and wet, a few times, I'm gonna sit on this hot rod of yours."
Jerry was moaning. This woman was ten times hotter than the other two girls, because she was a woman, and he really dug that.
His cock started to throb hard in her hand, and he could feel the way she was squeezing him so that he wouldn't shoot off.
She kept thrusting her pussy down against his face, and the first time she came, she was really thinking of sitting on his dick and going for a nice fuck ride. However, she thought there would be a lot of time, and loved the way he was licking her.
Mrs. Reynolds waited until he had made her come a second time, and even a little bit after that, until she was about to come a third time.
Then, she slid her body down his, and raised her ass up, so that her hot dripping pussy was hovering over his cock.
Slowly, she lowered herself down, and she could feel him sinking into her deep folds of flesh. His cock was so sensational in size and shape that she started to come the very second he was inside of her.
She could feel him throbbing a lot, and she pressed herself down to keep from moving, so he wouldn't come too soon. She reached behind for his balls and started to massage them as gently as possible.
"Oh, this feels so good," she was moaning. "Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me."
And outside, Mr. Morley was rubbing the tits of the two girls beside him.
"This was a brilliant idea, Marcy," he said, and he moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth. "If I had known you were this smart from the start, I wouldn't have hurt you so much."
"I'm sorry we had to go through the bad to get to the good," Marcy said.
"And now I won't have to ever worry about fucking that bitch again. It's not that I really hate her, but I love girls like you and Shari much better. And when someone blackmails you to make you fuck her, you tend to hate that person even more."
"I can understand that," Shari said. "Besides, I liked it best when you called her a bitch. I think she is one."
"Sssh. Let's hear, what's happening."
And as they listened closer, they could hear the way Jerry was moaning, for he was starting to shoot his first load into the older woman. Her pussy was spasming hard around his cock, and because of that, he stayed hard.
Of course, Mrs. Reynolds had expected as much, which was why she ended up letting him come in her. She had been thinking about slowing down, but she had looked at him, and had been able to tell from the lust in his eyes that he was still nice and hot.
As he came in her, she moved her lips to his and kissed him hard, pressing her tongue into his mouth.
He started to suck on it, and he could feel the way his dick kept throbbing inside of her pussy for the longest time, even after he had come that once. It was great because she had such a hot cunt, that he stayed hard.
She started to untie him a little bit later, so that they could roll over, because she wanted him to be on top of her.
Then, he started to fuck her harder, and she was kicking her legs up in the air because of the pleasure that was flowing through her.
When he came inside of her cunt the second time, he had to take a rest, but knew that he could do it easily, by getting down on his knees and sucking her cunt. She was really getting off when he did that.
And when he was hard again, he fucked he so he came in her cunt a third time, but after that, he was not only wiped out, but knew something else.
There was no more film left in the camera.
He pulled away from her and started to get dressed, and although she was asking him all kinds of questions about who he was and why he had been there, he didn't answer. He just got dressed and left the room.
The three of them called to him and pulled him down the hall. Jean Reynolds waited in Mike's office a few more minutes, and when he didn't show up, she left.
As soon as they saw her leaving, they ran into the office, and he pulled the camera out of the closet where it had been set up.
He took the film out, kissed it gently, then placed it in the top desk drawer.
"That's the last time I ever have to be with her. I'll have these developed on Monday. Mr. Howard has a dark room in his science class, and I know that he'll be more than happy to see them."
"But I don't understand," Jerry said. "I think she was nice."
"Oh, she is, Jerry," he explained. "But to each his own, in this world. I happen to go for much younger girls. Perhaps when you get to be my age, you'll feel the same way. Right now, an older woman is a turn-on for you, but look at those two."
And as Jerry looked over, he could see that both Marcy and Shari had started to strip off their clothing, and he had to admit that they looked really good.
In fact, even though he had been wiped out with the lovely redhead, and even though he had had both of the young girls the night before and that morning, he started to feel his cock getting hard again.
But first, he sat back because he could see the way Mr. Reynolds was going to discipline them. As they bent over his desk, the older blond man reached for his ruler and whacked each girl on the buttocks, with successive whacks. First he hit Marcy, and then he hit Shari, and Jerry loved the way it looked.
After both girls had blazing red asses, Mr. Morley started to pull his hard dick out of his pants. He moved his cock into Marcy's pussy from behind, and continued to whack Shari on the ass as he was fucking the black-haired girl. He did not come in her though, because he had to fuck Shari for a while.
He pulled his cunt cream covered cock out of the black-haired girl and moved toward the blonde, then entered her.
Both of them moaned with pleasure, because as he was fucking Shari, he was whacking Marcy's ass, the way he had those first three times he'd reprimanded her. It was hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough for her to feel more pain than pleasure.
She not only kept pressing her pussy against the table, but at times she had her fingers between her cunt lips, and she was massaging herself. She made herself come so hard, that she thought she would pass out from the pleasure.
At one point, Marcy could see that he was fucking Shari, for she had her head turned. Then, she felt a cock entering her cunt, and she couldn't believe it. She thought that something had to be wrong.
After all, she could see that he was still fucking her hot roommate, and it was not until she turned her head that she noticed her brother had pulled his dick out of his pants, and was fucking her cunt again.
"God, Jimmy, you're gonna make some girl real happy one day."
"You mean I'm not making you happy now?" he asked, and he whacked her ass with the ruler that Mr. Morley handed to him.
"That's right," the head of the school said. "You teach that bitch a lesson. When she says things like that, she deserves to have her ass worked over. You keep whacking that hot ass of hers."
And he was getting so turned on watching, that he could feel his dick throbbing inside of Shari's pussy, and seconds later, he was shooting his load into her. She let out a loud moan, and he knew she loved it.
Jerry continued to fuck his sister for the longest time, and Marcy was begging him to come after a while. She thought that she was going to pass out from all of the pleasure.
When he finally came, she also let out a moan. It was only later, that evening, when the four of them were eating dinner together in the cafeteria, that Jean Reynolds knew she'd been tricked.
She first saw Marcy and Shari and Mr. Morley sitting together, and she was about to walk over when she saw the young boy she'd been with that afternoon, carrying his tray over and sliding onto the bench at their table.
She walked right over and stood there, looking dumbfounded.
"Who is this young boy?" she demanded, taking an attitude with Mr. Morley.
"He's Jerry. Marcy's brother. Did you two have fun today?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Oh come on, Jean," Jerry said, this time. "You're not going to deny what you did to me this morning, are you. I hope not."
"Me, neither," Marcy said. "Because if she does deny it, we're just going to have to show her the pictures as a reminder."
"That's right," Shari said. "We'll have a few sets made up in case she still wants to deny it after she's seen it."
"Just what does this mean?" she asked, a little more timid now.
"Just that you and I have spent our last moments together in coital bliss," Mr. Morley said to her. "It's as simple as that."
And as she started to turn red, then turned and walked off, both girls could not control themselves. They were both sure she had to hear them laughing.
But they weren't laughing for long, because both could feel the way Mr. Morley was rubbing their thighs under the table.
Soon, they were back in his office, and he had his ruler out as he stood over them.
Marcy was the first one to feel it's hard stinging whack on her hot ass, and that time, she was really loving it.
Shari sensed that Marcy was starting to get into it so much because she knew how much she loved it, and wanted to steal Mr. Morley from her. And so, after Marcy was laying down over the desk, Shari moaned.
"Whack me as hard as you can, Mr. Morley. I wanna feel that ruler ripping through my body."
And she could see just how eager he was to do it, too.
