The principal gagged Marcy Lee so that her cries of passion could not be heard throughout the school. Her voluptuous young body was bound naked to the red leather couch.
"We'll teach you not to be a little cock tease, you rotten bitch," he said as he slapped her firm ass.
At first the pain was terrible. But for some reason, it was turning her on.
Nine students were called into the room. One by one they got their chance with Marcy Lee.
Her mouth was filled over and over again with young hard cocks. Some filled her ass up to the brim. Her pussy meat was pounded over and over again. But she was insatiable. The more they rammed, the more she wanted.
She could never get enough ...!
CHAPTER ONE
There was no doubt about it. Marcy Lee was by far the hottest looking girl in the senior-class at Clarkson high.
The tall full busted blonde had dark olive skin that was as soft as velvet. And all the guys at school, including most of the male teachers wanted to get their hands on that lovely soft skin. And there were a lot of them who imagined doing more to Marcy than just that.
Yes, there was no doubt about it. She was the subject of some pretty hot fantasies. No one knew for sure just how many of her admirers went to sleep by whacking off with Marcy in their thoughts.
Marcy, besides being the prettiest girl at school, it looked as though she was one of the most popular among the girls as well. She had more friends than freckles on her cute turned up nose. She made a good friend. She was a sincere and loyal buddy. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for another girl. But among the guys there was a growing resentment.
Few understood how shy she really was. It was very hard for her to deal with all the sexual attention they wanted to give to her. They took her quietness as being stuck up and conceited. And the more they pressured her, the more she retreated. It was only a short time before she got to be known as the high school cock tease.
"You know, Marcy, I think you're gaining weight," her best friend Judy said as they were changing out of their gym shorts in the locker room.
"Oh, no. Do you think I've gained a lot? I haven't looked in the mirror for ages."
It may have seemed like a strange thing for such a pretty girl to say. Many girls, not half as pretty as Marcy stood all day in front of the mirror. So when Judy heard her say this, she just figured it was all a pretense. She found it very hard to believe that a girl with Marcy's looks hadn't looked in the mirror for ages.
"Well, it's not all that much. I'd say maybe you gained five pounds in your rump."
Suddenly Marcy felt frantic.
"Gosh. I hope I'm not going to get fat."
"Please darling. I can't imagine you ever getting fat. It just looks kind of sexy."
It was true. The flesh had been added in just the right spot and her once flat little ass now had more of a shape.
Marcy pulled her cotton panties down and ran over to the mirror on the other side of the locker room.
She turned her neck and tried to get a good look at her ass as a couple of girls stood around and watched.
"Look at that Marcy Lee. She really thinks her ass is hot stuff. Did you ever see any one stare at their asshole for so long?" a girl named Ellen remarked to her friend Joan.
Actually, Joan and Ellen were more than friends. They were lovers. In the eighth grade they had discovered that they were lesbians. They had rather a cute torn boyish look about them. Both wore their hair real short and usually dressed in rather sporty clothes. And although they were both crazy about one another, they both had an enormous crush on Marcy Lee.
"I bet she's pulling down her pants right near our locker to tease us a little."
"Why, Joanie. Are you so turned on by her cute little sun tanned ass?"
Joanie suddenly felt defensive. She didn't really know why. In her heart of hearts she knew it was true that Marcy Lee turned her -on. She wondered if Ellen felt the same way too. "What's gotten into you. You suddenly sound so possessive."
"I can just tell the way you look at her. I know you'd like to get your hands on that soft velvet skin."
Ellen was really rubbing it in. But Joanie knew that she had as much a crush on the pretty blond. All she had to do was look down at her hard nipples and she knew that she was extremely excited.
"So what if I do."
Ellen took a deep breath. They both knew that they could never have her and there was just no point in dreaming about it.
They both knew that even if they could neither one of them would ever take the chance of having their most intimate secret revealed.
So as a result con tempt for Marcy Lee built up. They grew to hate the thing that brought them pain. And that was the way vicious catty rumors began. Both women and men began to resent her after a while.
"Gosh," Marcy Lee sighed. "I sure hope I don't get those little fat ripples like old women get when they get fat."
"Don't get carried away about this Marcy," Judy said trying hard to calm her down. "It's only five pounds and your ass looks even cuter than ever."
"I don't want to have a cute fat ass."
"It's not really fat. It's just a little full."
"Come on let's hurry. I think we're late for our next class."
The two girls scurried to the next class.
"I think I know why you're starting to gain weight," Judy suddenly said to her best friend.
"Too many ice cream cones, probably."
"No hon. I think that there's much more to it than that."
"I don't understand what you're trying to get at now."
"Well, dear. I think it's all psychological."
"Oh, Judy. It sounds to me like you've been reading too many college psychology text books. We have a full year before we begin college. There's really no rush on it."
"Well, I do have a pretty good insight that I'm pretty sure would be some help to you."
Marcy Lee could see that there was no shutting Judy up. .Once she got on a tangent there was no stopping her."
Patiently she indulged her friend.
"Alright. Go ahead. Let me hear what's in your head."
"I think you're trying to keep away the boys."
Suddenly Marcy's body cringed. She knew that her friend had touched a sore spot.
It was true. She was getting a lot more attention over the last few months than she was capable of handling. Sure, she knew she was a pretty girl. And she did not mind being admired. But she could not take the way-the men and the boys had been coming on to her sexually as of late.
"Well, what do you think of my insight?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Marcy snapped back defensively.
"You're trying to make yourself less attractive. You know you're a hot number and I'm pretty sure that you have thoughts about the guys sometimes yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I sure as hell know that you're not made of ice."
It was true that Marcy had her fantasies. It was of no man that she knew. It was sort of some ideal, imaginary figure. The perfect Prince Charming who she hoped someday to meet. In her dreams she imagined their wedding night. She knew for sure that whoever this man was he would want her to be pure and virginal.
She had vowed at all cost that she would keep herself pure. She had every intention of wearing white on her wedding night.
"Well, there sure isn't any guy around this school I'd like to be with. I mean they're all a bunch of animals, and that goes for the teachers as well. The male teachers I mean. Did you see the way Mr. Cormack was staring at me hi the gym. My gosh. You'd think he'd never seen a pair of legs before."
"Well he probably has never seen a pair as good as yours."
"Would you believe that when he passed me by he said I had legs like Betty Grable?"
"Who was that."
"I think she was an old time movie star or someone like that."
"Well, I wouldn't let it bother you. I would just take it as a compliment. After all, it really was a nice thing for; him to say. Don't you think."
"It's not that I mind the compliment. It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"It was that definite tone of sexuality in his voice. It was like he was trying to tell me that he wanted to have sex with me."
"Well, maybe you're just going to have to start getting used to it. Either you're going to make yourself into a fat homely girl, or you'll have to learn to deal with men."
"Well, I sure as hell want to keep my figure. In fact I'm cutting out all that ice cream right now."
The girls passed the girl's room and Marcy decided to run in.
"I'll meet you in class, Judy. Save a seat for me."
Judy ran off to class, while Marcy ran off to wash her face.
Marcy heard the sound of hushed giggling at the very end of the lavatory. When she looked down at the last stall on the left she realized that there were two people in the toilet.
She figured they were smoking dope. She took a deep breath. There was a very faint smell of pot in the air.
It was a sweet fragrance. The woodsy smell always reminded her of the autumn woods.
"You better watch out. That stuff stinks!" she yelled out. She had only meant to warn whoever was in the stall.
She had no idea that it was Ellen and Joan .
"Sounds like Marcy Lee," Ellen whispered in her girlfriend's ear.
They were already pretty high. They felt light and dizzy and very good.
"Is that Marcy Lee?" Joan called out.
"It sure as hell is."
"Why don't you come on in here and try a little of this stuff with us."
Marcy had only smoked a joint once in her life and she sure wasn't looking to get into trouble at school.
"Not me. And you girls had better watch out. If anyone catches you you know sure enough you'll be kicked out of here."
"Come on in here with us Marcy Lee," Joanie said sticking her cute boyish face out the door.
Marcy Lee was such an innocent. She had no idea of what they thought of her in their little minds. She did not know that they loved and hated her all at the same time. She did not know their fantasies of seduction.
Marcy Lee thought of all women as her friend. Even more than that, she felt a comradery and a sistership with those of her own sex. And as much as she mistrusted men, that was how much she loved and trusted women friends.
Ellen was giggling softly. It was a soft sweet sound.
Marcy Lee took a good look at them now. She saw how light and happy they were. She saw how they really seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Her heart had been feeling a little heavy of late. She didn't really know quite why. Maybe it was that her period was due in a few days and she always did seem to get blue around that time.
"Well, I won't smoke any with you, but I'll come in and..."
"Sure. We're really having fun in here. We've been gossiping about all the toady teachers."
"Maybe I'll cut my class."
"Why not. We can have a real good time."
"Sure you don't want to take just a drag?"
"No. Really. None for me,"
Marcy watched the girls pass the joint between them and when they had finished one they rolled another."
"You girls really have guts. I could never take a chance like this."
"Come on Marcy. Just take one puff."
They held the joint to her lips.
"Breathe real deep."
She drew in very hard. She felt a stream of smoke go all the way deep into her lungs.
"Wow!"
"Feel weird?" Joanie asked her.
"A little strange. Kind of like a strong cigarette."
"Here," Ellen said, offering her another drag.
Marcy's head was really starting to get very light now. She felt wonderful and light. She felt like a leaf that was floating in air. This was how she always wanted to feel. Suddenly she forgot that she was even at school. It was just like floating on a misty cloud.
"Oh, I feel so high."
"You've only taken a puff."
Ellen pressed the weed to Marcy's lips. She felt the fullness of her mouth. She thought how she wanted to touch those lips with her own. She thought how much she wanted to make love to this beautiful girl. It was a crazy wonderful fantasy. But the more they smoked the more she realized that it was a fantasy that could very definitely come true.
And Joan, of course, had the very same fantasy. It didn't make her feel at all jealous that Ellen wanted Marcy too. They could both have her. And what's more they could both have her together.
The excitement filled the air. There was a deep eroticism that filled their cunts as well. Even Marcy was feeling deeply sensuous, though when the girls gently asked her how she felt, she only replied that she felt good.
"I'm feeling very dizzy all of a sudden. I don't really know what's happening to me now. It's like the world is spinning." Suddenly Marcy's lovely body fell to the floor.
"Is she out?" Ellen asked Joan.
"Like a light."
"Here, let's get her up. Let's put her up on the toilet seat."
"She'll be alright. I guess she's not used to this stuff. I guess it is rather strong."
"It's my fault."
"Please don't blame yourself, Ellen. In a few minutes she'll be up."
"Well I want to get a good look at that pussy of hers before she wakes up."
"Hey! wait a minute."
"Now, don't tell me you're jealous or anything like that."
"Well, maybe I am a little."
"Now come on. I know you've had a thing for Marcy Lee as long as I have."
"Well, maybe that's true."
"Well, here's our chance."
"For what?"
"Don't you see. Here's our chance to get it out of our system. If we can only keep her high for a little while, we can do all those things we've been fantasizing about."
"And what if she remembers."
"She may even like it."
Joanie lifted up Marcy's tight T-Shirt and revealed her lovely breasts that showed through her sheer bra.
Ellen reached behind the lovely girl's back and undid the bra and dropped it to the floor.
Ellen took one of the lovely full breasts and held it for a minute in her hand. It was the fullest, the loveliest set of tits she had ever seen.
"Gosh," she's gorgeous.
"Just look at the size of these nipples."
They were very pink and very tight. There was no doubt about it. Even though she was knocked out it was quite obvious to them that her body was excited.
Ellen gently touched Marcy Lee's thigh. Her skin was just as soft and velvety as she had imagined in her fantasies. She could now begin to feel her own clit start to throb real hard with a burning excitement. It was very hard for Ellen to believe that her wonderful fantasy of being with Marcy was actually coming true.
And what was even more wonderful was that the situation had worked out in such a way that she did not have to cheat on her lover. For surely she would have felt some terrible pangs of guilt if she had been all alone with the beautiful virgin.
Ellen continued softly stroking Marcy Lee's thigh. She wondered if she could deal with the excitement that was ahead of her.
Now Ellen's fingers softly worked their way into the lush snatch. How soft and blond the lovely girl's pubic hair was. She pressed her hand against it gently before moving her finger against her clit.
She could see it was throbbing. There was no doubt about it that Marcy Lee was feeling hot. She dipped her two fingers in even deeper now and smelled the pungent juices that were beginning to flow.
"Is she wet yet?" Joanie asked.
"A little."
"Well, let's get her good and hot."
Joanie got down on her knees now. She was not quite as subtle as her friend and in a minute she had her long tongue stretched out and started eating Marcy's twat.
"Gosh. You don't even come up for air," Ellen remarked. She thought that her friend was being just a bit too pushy. After all it was Ellen's idea in the first place to bring Marcy Lee inside.
"Eeew, it feels good," they heard Marcy moan and moan. .
It was the first indication that they had that Marcy Lee was really turned on.
"I'm so glad she's excited."
"So am I," Joanie said lifting up her head for just one second.
But then she returned her head into the lushness of the young woman's cunt. It was almost as though she could not get enough. Over and over Joanie lapped up Marcy Lee's pussy juices as though she had been dying of thirst.
The taste was sweet to her and she loved eating the girl out. And as she ate, Ellen's finger fucked her deep. Her fingers stopped abruptly right at the point of her cherry.
For a second she thought of busting it. She had no idea at all how tightly Marcy Lee held on to the idea of her virginity. She had no idea how much Marcy wanted to stay pure and innocent.
"Look how wet she's getting," Ellen said as she pulled out her fingers from the juicy cunt.
It was true that Marcy's pussy juices were really flowing. There was a deep musky odor that was now filling the air that competed with the smell of pot.
"Here take another drag," Ellen said, holding what was left of the joint up to Marcy's mouth.
But it definitely seemed as though she was way off into another world and there was no way of getting her back to earth.
"Boy, look at her. She's really off in space."
Over and over Marcy moaned deep-deep in ecstasy. Over and over she sighed, with delight.
"Oh, how I love what you're doing to me. Please don't stop. Please." Ellen, who had been working very hard on rubbing Marcy Lee's twat, suddenly returned her hand to her snatch.
It was true that Ellen's fingers-were growing tired. And it was true that Joanie's cheeks were tired too. But the fact of .the matter was that they really did get a big kick out of turning her on.
The juices were flowing. They were almost dripping down her thighs. Ellen massaged the wetness until it dried.
"I wonder if she'd remember what we did an hour from now?"
"I really think she's out of it. I mean I think she's too far gone to remember a thing."
"I wish she would take another drag of the joint. I don't want her to come down yet. I want to see what she's like when she's really stoned."
"If she had any more I think she would get sick."
"Yeah, I guess you must be right," Joanie said giving the lovely cunt one more lick.
And again they listened to the moans of the beautiful blond girl, and every once in a while the girls looked up to admire her beautiful face. It seemed to glow with an incredible radiance. There was no doubt about it in their minds that she was one of the loveliest creatures they had ever seen.
Joanie was getting so hot and excited that could feel the wetness in her own panties. She lowered her hand and put it up against the crotch in her panties.
Marcy spread her thighs further apart and Ellen stretched out the quivering lips of her red pussy lips.
"Eeew, deeper, deeper," Marcy sighed and moaned. It was just incredible now to see someone filled with such delight and ecstasy.
Ellen pushed her full hand up to the point of her cherry and again she thought of ramming her hand deep against it.
Then she thought to herself she might as well. After all, if she didn't do it it would only be done by some big cock.
And the thought of a big cock ramming hard into the tender cunt of the beautiful Marcy Lee really made her feel angry. In fact it was just the thought she needed to ram her hand now very deep into the girl's cunt.
"Why are you hitting her so hard?" Joanie asked.
Ellen looked at the wet lips of her friend for a moment. She did not know quite what to say. She thought perhaps that Joan would think it terrible to bust Marcy Lee's cherry like that.
She thought of what she would tell Joanie. Then suddenly, she blurted it out.
"I want to smash her little cherry," Ellen confessed.
"Well, that's a lousy thing to do."
"And what's so terrible about it."
"Well, you know there are a lot of people who think those things are kind of sacred."
"What's so sacred about being a virgin. It's only a little bit of skin. Besides, after what we're doing to her she's no innocent."
"Well, that's true."
"There's nothing more disgusting in my mind than a technical virgin. They get to go out and fuck a hundred different ways. They'll do it in the mouth, they'll do it in the ass, they'll do it every which way. But when it comes to saying that they're a virgin they get real proud of that and flaunt in your face."
"You sound uptight and angry to me. I don't know what you're so defensive about. And I don't see any reason that you should feel this way about Marcy Lee."
"Well, maybe I'm just angry because I know that if she wasn't on pot, if she wasn't stoned and clear out of her mind, then she would never allow us to do this to her."
"Well, that may be true. But that's her choice. I really don't se^ how you could expect to impose your will on anyone."
"I'm just telling you my feelings now. I'm not saying that it's right or wrong. But that's how I feel"
Ellen had stopped the thrusting of her hand in and out of Marcy Lee's cunt. Inhibited by what her friend had just said she came to a .sudden stop. It would have given her great pleasure to have broken her cherry open. It would have given her a wonderful sense of power. But now she felt she could not go any further and knew that if she was alone with Marcy Lee that it would certainly be another story.
But with Joanie watching, she just didn't want to start a fuss. She took a long look at Marcy Lee now. She wondered if they would ever be able to get her out of the state she was in, in order to take her back to class.
The beautiful blonde's large tits seemed to swell from all the excitement. Her pink nipples seemed harder and tighter than they had before.
Softly Ellen pressed her lips to the sweet mounds and started to suck them gently. And gently Marcy Lee cooed and cooed.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed.
And Joanie returned her tongue and worked hard on the girl's clit. She took it between her two fingers and started to rub tightly on it. And it seemed that the more she rubbed, the more Marcy Lee reacted. There was no doubt about it. She loved having pressure exerted on her clit.
Ellen started to suck even harder on the girl's nipples. She felt as though she could not get enough of her luscious tits.
And both Joan and Ellen felt the excitement inside their own cunts welling up.
They felt the fabulous juices of their honey pots. It would soon be time to work on each other. They knew they were going to come hard and easily. It would only take one touch in the right spot.
Excitedly, Marcy rubbed her thighs tightly together. She began moving her hips from side to side. Perspiration poured and it became obvious to both Ellen and Joan that she was almost about to climax.
"Keep working on her clit," Ellen said to Joan as she lifted her head for a second from the luscious tit.
"I am."
"Eeeeewww," they heard her cry.
It was terrific, they thought.
Joan moved her hand way up her cunt. It was not to ram her hard. It was not a thrust to break her precious cherry. But she could feel the fabulous spasms of her muscles. It felt as though the walls of the girl's vagina had totally collapsed.
"Has she come," Ellen asked, excitedly.
"Definitely. There's no doubt about it."
Then Ellen took a look for herself and dipped her fingers all the way into Marcy Lee's cunt.
"Do you feel the muscle spasms?"
"Yeah. She came. She definitely came."
They felt relieved and jubilant. It was a fabulous feeling to know that they had made her climax so beautifully.
They looked at one another now as Marcy's head dropped back. They saw her eyes roll and only hoped that she would be alright.
"Don't worry about her," Ellen said as she undid her girlfriend's shirt. "In a little while she'll be functioning just fine and she'll never remember what we did to her. And maybe if we're lucky we can have some times like this again with her."
It was a new experience for both of them. Neither of them had ever had a threesome before.
"I still think it could have been much more exciting if she had let us do it willingly."
"I think that may be a lot to ask from such an innocent."
They both laughed, for they knew that she was not an innocent any longer.
Ellen began playing with Joanie's huge tits. It was her favorite part of her body and they were so incredibly sensitive to her touch.
Ellen watched the way the full nipples hardened. That always excited her.
"You know you have the best tits in the whole wide world."
"Not the universe."
"The best anywhere," Ellen said as she started pulling on her titties.
"Eeeew, they feel so sensitive."
"Am I hurting you? Am I pulling on them too hard?"
"No. Don't be ridiculous. I love it when you pull on them like that."
Ellen stretched the nipples now real long as though they were a piece of taffy. They seemed to grow and grow. She was so proud of the fact that Joanie's tits were the largest in the school and it was very definitely one of the reasons she was so attracted to the girl."
"You know it was your tits that really turned me on when we first met."
"I thought it was my mind."
Again they laughed.
"I remember how we were all getting undressed the first day in gym class in the eighth grade. Most of us were flat chested. You were the only one wearing a bra. I kind of imagined that it might be padded. I mean, I never thought a girl in the eighth grade could be so stacked."
Joanie laughed. She had always been so self conscious about her huge breasts. And though it was true that her flesh was young and very firm at this age, she worried terribly about them sagging to her knees when she was older.
"Sometimes I think I should have an operation and cut them off a bit"
"Don't be crazy. You know how your tits always turn me on."
"But what will happen when I'm old and they droop."
"You can worry about all that then. Meanwhile let me enjoy them."
Ellen returned her wet lips to Joanie's breast and started sucking on it like crazy.
"Eeew, it feels good."
Joan moved her fingers on to her friend's hairy snatch. She could feel how very wet she was. It made her feel real good to know how much she enjoyed sucking on her nipples. And it seemed as if she just could not get enough of it.
Then Joan started working her fingers further into Ellen's cunt. She knew she could finger fuck her good. She had broken her cherry years ago and had the full length of the deep luscious hole.
The pungent pussy juices were flowing now. It was incredibly wet.
Then as Ellen sucked on the nipples, caressing each tit carefully and completely, she worked on her clit at the same time.
"Are you almost there?" Ellen asked. She knew that she was ready now to climax but she did not want to come until her friend did.
They always waited for each other. It was just customary between them. But this time it seemed that Joan was really quite spaced out. She was lost in another world, where she had so many erotic thoughts going off in her mind.
Ellen couldn't hold out any longer and as Joanie tightly nabbed her clit she put her own hand deep into her cunt and rubbed very intensely.
"Ohhhh," she screamed. She was really coming hard.
It was wonderful!
Ellen could just feel a thousand spasms going off all at the same time. It was the most wonderful feeling of complete fullness. Never before had she reached the depths of such erotic feelings.
Usually when she came it lasted only for a few minutes, there were a couple of muscle spasms and then suddenly it was all over. But now something very different had happened to her. It was a new and unusual feeling and one that she was very pleased with.
She felt like a flower in bloom. Never before had she opened up to such an extent. Her insides felt as though they were vibrating and that there was nothing that could stop her from coming and coming all over again.
Each time she thought that her climax was over something wonderful happened inside her pussy. A great tension formed. There was a second of great frustration and within that second she really wondered if she would come again. Desperately she would want to. Desperately she would yearn. Her body welled up with excitement. The juices formed and dripped down her thigh.
"Ohhh," she cried. She knew she was just about to come again. It was three times now that she had rubbed herself hard with the last ten minutes. And it was three times that she came. No. Maybe it was more. Maybe it was four times that she had come good and hard.
And then once again the explosion came. She had almost given up trying. Yes. She was going off like fire crackers right inside her cunt.
Then suddenly she collapsed on Joanie's huge tits. They felt comforting and warm. Softly she kissed them. She did not know if Joan was even turned on any more. She looked into her cute little face and saw how drugged she looked.
"We have to get dressed. We have to get out of here," she said out loud. But no one heard her. Her voice was soft and deep. She too began to feel as though she was floating now into another distant world. It was great to be so stoned. It was just great to feel so intoxicated. But the class would be over soon. Before they knew it the bell would ring and the toilet would be filled with a hundred girls putting on their make-up and smoking cigarettes before the next class began.
"We've got to get dressed. We've got to get out of here," she said again.
Ellen tried hard to get her energies together.
Her head was very light. She was dizzy and all at once it was as though she was spinning.
"Oh, no," she cried.
Joanie did not hear her. Her head was held back. Her eyes were shut. Ellen saw what was happening now. She knew for sure that they were in for big trouble.
The last thing she could remember was the sight of Marcy Lee's lovely cunt, fully exposed.
Then she fell to the ground and shut her eyes.
"I'll get a moment's sleep, then I'll get up," she said, shutting her eyes.
The world continued to spin within her mind.
And then she thought again about how very wonderful her continuous climax was. She only hoped that it would be able to happen again and again.
CHAPTER TWO
"Could we get some air in this room," Mr. Warren, the school principal suddenly said to Miss St. James, the typical stereotype of the old maid school marm, frustrated, uptight and probably very horny under the long flannel grey skirt.
"Well, I guess this subject is a little uncomfortable for all of us to deal with it," she said as she got out of her seat and headed toward the window to let in a cool autumn breeze.
The room filled with air immediately and everyone in the room took a deep sigh.
"Yes there has been a lot of tension filling up here," Mr. Warren said as he now took his eyes away from Marcy Lee and glanced over to the two boyish looking girls sitting close beside each other.
Mr. Warren noticed how boyish, how masculine Joanie and Ellen looked next to Marcy Lee who reminded him of a little delicate flower. He had always had a special feeling for her. Marcy Lee was special. She was an excellent student, with excellent character and Mr. Warren was finding it very hard to believe the charges that Miss St. James was now placing against her.
"I'm very sorry, but I find it very hard to believe that Marcy Lee is a lesbian."
"Well," Miss St. James said indignantly. "I am not one to tell a lie, I saw it with my own eyes."
"Now tell me. What exactly did you see. I want to hear every detail, so don't leave out anything."
"Well, I was sitting in my office, getting my notes together for my next class when Trudy Miller, from the freshman class came storming into my office."
"And let me hear what Trudy Miller had to say," Mr. Warren said, in an indulgent tone. He was quite willing now to hear Miss St. James out. He knew that something unusual and bizarre did take place in the girl's toilet just an hour ago. But he had already made up his mind that Marcy Lee was pretty much an innocent. In fact he was willing to bet his life on that. And if not his life, something else of great value.
Unusual things never happened at Clarkson high. Well, there had been a few extra-marital affairs. For a while there had been some hot numbers at the school. It was as though the senior class got them in spurts. For several years you could go without even seeing a pretty face among the bunch and then all of a sudden there would be a group of nymphs all in the same class. And it seemed that the cuter they were, the hornier they were. It was as though looks and sexuality went together, he thought as he heard Miss St. James ramble on about how she had found the three girls nearly naked together in the John.
Naked in the bathroom!
Again Mr. Warren returned to his own private thoughts. He had been suddenly reminded of a fabulous affair he had had only three years ago with a young woman similar to Marcy Lee. He suddenly had a change of thought. He suddenly realized that there was no reason, even with her lovely innocent looks, that she might not have gotten involved, just out of curiosity, with Joan and Ellen.
"And there is definite evidence that we have that they were all smoking."
"Please, please. We know very well that the girls at Clarkson high all smoke cigarettes."
He suddenly took his silver cigarette case into his hand and fingered it for a moment. He was trying to cut down after a visit to his doctor. But the thought of a cigarette was now compelling. He took one out and quickly lit it with his gold lighter.
"It wasn't a cigarette they were smoking."
"Well, why are you contradicting yourself. I just heard you say a second ago that they were all smoking in the John."
"I'm afraid that I'm really not getting through to you."
"Will you shut that window. Now it's getting cold in here."
He was feeling annoyed and uptight. He couldn't stand Miss St. James and he was only wishing that she'd get out of there. He didn't like her discussion of the possibilities of the three girls being involved, sexually.
"So what if they were," he said to himself. He .thought people had a right to express themselves in what ever way they saw fit. Sex was a private matter and he did not feel that it was at all appropriate for them to be discussing it.
But at the same time h e knew that he represented an authority figure in the school, and he did have a School Board which he had to answer to. And Miss St. James was not one to get started with. She could blow anything out of proportion. There was no doubt about that.
So, he figure if there had to be a scapegoat that he might be better off having it be the girls. They certainly did not have their jobs at stake. He would work around the situation. He would do what he could to help them in ways that were not obvious to Miss St. James.
But for now, he knew he had to play the game. He knew that the best thing to do would be not to rub her the wrong way. He had to appear to be the image of higher morality. After all, if he was not careful she could uncover some pretty heavy stories on him. And there were some pretty heavy stories which he had to hide.
"Now you said as I remember, that you caught the girls smoking in the bathroom."
"No. You don't seem to be following me at all. I wish you would listen to me more carefully."
She was so nervous. She was so irritable and so extremely unattractive. He thought that what she probably needed was a good fuck. But who in the world would ever want to take the chance of having his cock castrated.
All these things he thought to himself as she ramble on and on about how he was not listening to her carefully enough.
The principal's eyes roamed the room and settled on the lovely gams of Marcy Lee.
Her skin was well tanned from her summer vacation. He marveled at her deep olive skin. How soft her skin must b e to touch he thought now to himself.
There was no doubt about it that he lusted terribly for her in his mind. He imagined her naked. It was a fabulous fantasy. And he felt so wonderfully naughty. Here as the old fart school marm was rambling on and on, getting her jollies by reprimanding the three pretty girls, he got to imagine what Marcy Lee looked like naked.
His eyes traced the full line of her breasts. They were not quite as huge as Joanie's. But he thought that they had a lovely shape. It seemed quite obvious that her nipples were large in size as he was able to see the way they were sticking out, perhaps from nervousness, from underneath her tight cotton T-Shirt.
"It was pot that they were smoking. Not cigarettes," Miss St. James insisted."
And Mr. Warren could have cared less. He had been smoking grass for years and loved it. He thought it a far better choice to alcohol and he turned on as frequently as he could.
But now he knew that he had to really present a good cover. If he didn't sound shocked, then she might suspect that he was himself a user of the drug. He had to be convincing that he never used the drug.
"Why I can't believe it," he cried. Then suddenly he sat back. He wondered if he overacted. He was starting to feel paranoid.
Calm down, he told himself. He could not understand why in the world he was allowing this old bitch to have so much power over him, "Yes. That is correct. And what is more we have evidence."
"Let's see the evidence. After all, this is a very serious charge and I can't let this go by so easily."
The three girls began to shudder.
Marcy Lee's eyes filled with tears. They formed like tiny dew drops in the corners of her eyes and then rushed down like a stream across her clear olive skin.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed, now holding her head in her hands.
"You should have thought about how terrible you'd feel when you first committed the crime," Miss St. James said to her.
The word, crime, started to ring over and over in her mind. She could not even remember doing anything of the kind.
"I don't remember ever smoking pot," she suddenly blurted out.
Miss St. James grew furious.
Her face turned beet red. Suddenly, she got up from her chair and walked right up to the young girl.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm a liar, young lady?"
"I swear to God, I never smoked in my life."
"All right," Miss St. James said, trying to hold back her fury. "If you're going to be like that, then I guess I'll reveal all the other details. At least the drug gave some explanation for why you were sitting in the John with your pants pulled down."
"Now wait a minute Miss St. James," Mr. Warren suddenly broke in.
"Now what?" she said looking across his large mahogany desk.
"Doesn't everyone take down their panties to go to the bathroom?"
She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
The three girls smiled. For the first time that afternoon they had the feeling that Mr. Warren was on their side.
Miss St. James immediately detected this and became a little more uptight.
"I'd like to speak privately with you please, Mr. Warren. That is if you don't mind."
He looked to the girls and smiled at them in a tender fatherly way.
"Would you three little ladies mind very much going into the other room for a few minutes?"
The three nodded their heads obligingly and walked quickly into the other room.
Miss St. James drew her chair closer and spoke in a hushed tone so that the girls could not possibly hear what she was saying, even if they had their ears pressed to the door.
"You know I have the goods on the three little nymphs, don't you?"
Miss St. James was not going to take her chances. She wanted to be sure that she would be able to work things exactly the way she wanted them.
"Let me ask you something, Miss St. James."
"Please. Go right ahead."
"What are you looking for."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you."
"You know exactly what I mean. I just want to know what you want from these three girls."
She squirmed in her chair.
He saw her reaction. Mr. Warren felt as though he was back in control again.
At forty-five years old, with many degrees and honors to his name, he did not enjoy being intimidated by this old bag.
He wanted her to confess her motives. He wanted her to be aware of the fact that she was blood thirsty and wanted revenge for a reason he could not .quite understand. He was willing to question her now, to go to what ever lengths he had to go to, to find out exactly what her motives were.
"I do not believe that the school bathroom is the place for sexual activities to be going on."
"And why are you so certain that that is what was going on inside the stall? And I don't know why you are so dead set on proving it to me."
"I know that sexual activities went on."
"It is your word against theirs"
"Are you telling me that you would believe those three little sex pots before you would believe me."
"I'm just telling you that you have no proof."
"And what proof do I need."
"It's all nonsense. None of this would hold up in a court of law."
"Look let me tell you exactly what I saw. Maybe then you will believe that I have a case."
Mr. Warren was interested in the candid details. He wanted to hear all the things that Miss St. James had to tell him. But he could not feel judgmental against the girls.
"When Trudy Miller came to my office, she was shaking. The first thing she told me was that something sexual was going on in the girl's bathroom. Well, I immediately got out of my seat and ran right into the girl's bathroom. As usual the room was filled with a bunch of kids. Some were even cutting class, as usual. But I overlooked that totally and ran right over to the last stall that Trudy pointed out.
The door was partly ajar. At first I thought there might be a man inside and I did feel just a bit, nervous about opening it up. I have never seen a man naked and I didn't want to be terribly shocked. But I'm telling you, Mr. Warren, when I looked inside and saw the three naked girls lying right on top of one another with their fingers in one another's you know what...I was mortified. Definitely, terribly mortified. It was enough to make me want to faint."
"Well that is definitely interesting."
"Interesting he calls it," she said with her eyes rolling up to heaven.
"So what would you like to do about it," he asked her.
"What I would like to do?"
"Yes. What part do you feel you have to play in all this."
"I feel some one has to take responsibility. Someone has to take charge. It was a terrible thing."
Mr. Warren suddenly cut himself short. He knew that in another second that he would reveal his liberal views. He wanted to change her thinking. But then he suddenly realized that was not the issue. He was not there to change her. He had to protect himself now at all cost.
So, now he took a different position. He could hardly believe his words when he asked how she would like to discipline the three naughty girls.
"Now you're talking. Now you're making sense," she said with a sudden glint in her eye.
And suddenly Warren understood it all. It seemed more than clear to him that she had a definite perversion. He knew full well that the woman got her jollies from disciplining young girls. He had seen things like this occur before. Always in more subtle situations. She took pride in the fact that her classes were well controlled.
As far as he knew she never tortured or hit any of her students, so he really wasn't too worried now about her doing any real harm to the young women.
"You can take the whole situation into your hands," he told her.
For the first time in his life he saw a definite look of sexuality about her. It was as though someone had massaged her clit for an hour and now she was ready to come.
Warren could not get over the fact that she was practically foaming at the mouth. He decided to give her full reign. He wanted to give her the rope to hang herself. Secretly, he knew it was his own way of eventually getting the revenge he dreamt of.
"Yes, it is all in your hands. You take full charge and discipline these three girls in 'whatever way that you see fit. I am giving you a very important mission here. I feel that the future of these young women is in your hands."
She felt absolutely wonderful. Never had anyone glorified her to such an extent. Her breasts swelled with pride. Her virgin snatch was dry and tight just as Warren knew it was and she would get her revenge on the three young horny girls, who made her feel so unsexual by contrast, so ugly and old. She would whip them into shape, if it was the last thing that she did. "Now, I guess it's time for your class to begin," he said getting up from his chair with a motion to dismiss her.
Slowly she got up to the seat that she had seemed to be glued to. And several times she turned back her head to thank the principal. She felt as though she had practically won a case in the Supreme Court.
Mr. Warren returned to his chair and held his head in his hands for just a minute.
"What have I done. What in the world have I done to these women?"
He pressed a button on his intercom and asked that the girls be sent back into his office.
They marched in. One was prettier than the others. He looked at their fresh young faces as they each took a seat in front of him.
"Now I would like to hear your story," he said to them in a kind and gentle way.
He knew very well that they would never tell what actually happened. Now, whether or not the girls were sexually .involved, he did not know for sure. As he said to Miss St. James, without real proof it was all nebulous. No. He did not expect the girls to come out and confess either that they were smoking dope or playing with their pussies.
But he wanted to give them every chance to give an explanation of why they were found drugged out and naked in the stall of the girl's bathroom.
Each one looked at the other. It was true that Mr. Warren did not expect them to tell the story exactly the way it was. He almost felt sorry for them now as he saw them squirming in their chairs.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a silence that filled the room as Joan, Ellen and Marcy looked to one another. Each one expected the other one to speak. Each one squirmed and each one was totally terrified of what was about to happen to them.
"Don't be so nervous young ladies," Mr. Warren said in his very soothing tone.
There was a protective, fatherly feeling that they always got for him. He was a sincere and dedicated man and there was not a student in the school who was not terribly fond of him.
"Nothing terrible is going to happen to you."
He started to get the distinct feeling that the girls were still stoned, spaced out of their minds. The scene with Miss St. James had been so shocking and disturbing.
He figured that the girls probably thought that they were dreaming, far off, on another planet.
He decided now to break the ice.
Slowly the distinguished, tall and very handsome middle aged-man opened up his top drawer.
He pulled out a clear plastic bag that seemed to be filled with tobacco.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked them.
They were all silent. Not one of them chose to speak.
"This is hash."
The girls figured that it definitely could not belong to him. Not in a million years.
Then he took out a little box of papers.
"Do you know what this is," he asked, as though testing to see if they knew anything about rolling paper.
Again the room was filled with a deathly silence.
They watched closely as he rolled a joint. Then he reached for the gold lighter sitting on his desk and turned the little nob.
He held the blazing flame up to the tightly rolled joint, lit it and took a deep drag, closing his eyes as he did so.
He extended his hand and made the offering to Ellen.
She was stunned. Her hands trembled. She dare not move.
"Come on. I'm not testing you girls. What are you so shy and worried about?"
But still, the three girls sat totally frozen.
Marcy was starting to come down. She was feeling less dizzy. She was feeling less intoxicated and her memory was now coming back.
All of a sudden she remembered the way Ellen had raised the lit joint to her full lips. She remembered how she had taken the smallest drag. And then, suddenly all at once everything had started. She wondered if it was just her imagination the way that Joanie had licked out her cunt. Her body cringed from the memory of it. She wondered if it was all true or if it was some perverse dream that she had the other night. Perhaps that was what Miss St. James had seen. She wondered now if she had actually seen every detail.
Just the very idea of her body being exposed made her feel terribly ashamed. With all the power in her soul she tried to repress the situation. She tried desperately to block it all out of her mind as though it had never happened.
But the images became more vivid now. It was only an hour or so ago and they came back striking like lightning right into her heart.
But the feeling of satisfaction and sexual excitement seemed to overpower her feelings of shame and fear. Even though she felt a deep sense of remorse and maybe even guilt, she could not block from her mind the intense eroticism and sensuality that she had never experienced before that time. And in her heart of hearts she wanted desperately for it all to happen again. Over and over she felt the soft cool lips of Joan sucking in her cunt. And she could vividly remember the powerful intensity of that wonderful first come.
"Oh will it ever happen again," she thought to herself. She looked over to Joanie now. She saw the young boyish looking girl squirming in her chair. She saw her quiver as Mr. Warren offered her the joint.
And in her thoughts she kept telling Joanie to reach out for the joint. She kept hoping she would take it. And then she would take a bit herself.
If it could happen before, then why not let it happen again. Why not let the feeling overpower us.
Marcy was still stoned, or she would have never thought that way. But that was what was actually going on inside her mind.
"Please, join me," Mr. Warren said to Ellen who quickly took the joint and put it hesitantly to her mouth. At first she had thought that possibly the situation was being used as a test. But now she realized that Mr. Warren would not do them in. She remembered the rumors she had heard from her brother who was just one year ahead of her. She remembered how he had told her stories about Mr. Warren and his wild escapades with some of the women in her brother's classes. For the first time she realized that they were probably true'. So, how could he ever punish them for the same kind of things he had done himself.
Ellen inhaled deeply, then passed the joint to Joanie.
"Here, take some."
"No you fool," Joanie snapped. "Don't you realize it's just a test."
"Come on take some. I think you're getting paranoid."
But still Joanie refused.
Ellen passed the joint on to Marcy Lee who took it carefully out of Ellen's hand.
Marcy Lee put the joint to her lips and took the deepest drag. She felt the warmth go all the way down to her heart. It seemed to warm it and open her up.
Joanie watched Marcy Lee. She figured if Miss goodie-two shoes was taking a drag, then she might as well too.
Marcy handed Joan the joint. Slowly she put it to her mouth.
Mr. Warren was thrilled. He had been in a similar situation just a few years before and it was one of his wildest fantasies to live it all over again.
He got up now and moved quickly to the door. He turned the knob and locked it tight. He then rang the buzzer of the intercom.
"Please don't put through any calls for another hour," he told his secretary.
Marcy took another deep drag and then passed the joint back to Mr. Warren. Four or five more times the joint got passed around.
And it was only within a few minutes that their heads began to swim.
"My God, this whole room is spinning around," Marcy cried. She had already been quite stoned and now she was really flying. For a second she started to let out a scream.
"Just take a deep breath and you'll be fine."
She did exactly as Warren instructed. He was her guide now. She was protected in his hands. There was this incredible feeling of lightness that made her feel a hundred feet high.
"Just relax," he assured them.
He looked over to the two boyish little girls and saw that they had fallen fast asleep. It had all worked out perfectly, he could not have imagined a better situation. Marcy Lee was stoned clear out of her mind and he could do with her what he wanted to do.
Nothing could be more perfect. It was such a lovely set-up.
"I feel like I'm falling," she cried.
He led her over to a red leather couch and helped her stretch out.
"Here, let me make you feel more comfortable," he told her as he started to. pull up her tight T-shirt, in a minute it was slipped over her head of blond hair and his arms reached around to undo her bra.
Her firm full tits seemed to look him straight in the eye. She bent down now and took a quick suck from each one.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned. They tasted fabulous.
"Sweet as sugar," he muttered.
The sensuous feeling that she had known just a short while ago was now filling her body. An incredible eroticism overwhelmed her being and something deep inside of her knew only surrender.
Carefully, he unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them all the way down to the ground. He stood back for a moment and admired her lovely long lean thighs.
He turned her to the side to get a good look at her firm but full ass. He touched her body softly. It felt wonderful. Her skin was so incredibly soft.
Her whole body tingled and she was filled with incredible lush "You can do anything you want to me," she said as she watched him get undressed.
It was hard for him to believe that she was responding to him in this way. His manly pride filled his cock and he felt it throb hard between his legs.
Her hand reached out for his very long rod. Lightly she touched it. The skin was just like velvet.
Never before had she seen a man's penis. Marcy Lee had come from a strict religious family where sex was never discussed. She had always imagined that the first sight of it would turn her off.
But now, she was finding that it was most pleasant.
She grasped the tip now and felt it pulsating in her hand. It grew right beneath her fingers. How magical and snake-like she thought to herself.
Never in all her life had she been so very thrilled.
It was the same fabulous feeling of eroticism that she had known with the two girls. But now there was something wonderful added to the picture.
Something in her made her want to bend down and kiss the cock that was stretched out toward the ceiling. How firm and powerful it looked to her. She knew that it could only bring her pleasure. Great pleasure, fabulous and intense. All she wanted now was to take a taste of it.
"Do you mind very much if I kiss your thing?" she asked so innocently.
How could he possibly mind? It was his greatest fantasy to see the face of a beautiful young girl sucking his throbbing dick.
"Oh, suck me baby. Suck me good," he cried.
She sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. Her tongue wrapped tightly now around his dong and really did a job.
"Eeeeeee," he moaned. His dick began to fuck her mouth as though it was an opened cunt. Over and over he cried out in delight.
All Marcy could think about now as the wonderful full feeling she had inside her mouth. Nothing ever felt so right before. Nothing ever tasted so good and so fulfilling.
And then suddenly he thought his swelling prick was about to shoot off into a thousand pieces.
His mind was spinning. His vision became blurry. She held on to his soft balls. They felt so good in her hand.
"Don't stop," he told her. "Everything feels so damn good," he cried.
She then started to pump him as she sucked.
It seemed incredible to him that such a young, innocent woman could know so much. He just loved the fabulous way she was working on his cock. No one had ever touched him so well.
He thought of rushing a wad of hot come all the way down her lovely long neck. He wanted to fill her mouth with semen.
But even more he wanted to push his slick dick all the way up the wet hole of her lovely cunt.
So, quickly he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
She held tightly onto his dick, as though she was terrified that he might go away.
"What's the matter?" she asked him as she looked up into his eyes.
"It was wonderful. You did it just beautifully."
But she could not understand why he had slipped away.
She looked back at his dick now with wonder in her eyes. Nothing had ever pleased her so much.
"Are you sure I can do anything to you?"
"Whatever you please," she told him. And in that word she meant it. She totally forgot all those feelings she had once had about ^keeping her virginity. She totally forgot about the fact that she could even get pregnant.
But even under the influence of the drug he was aware of the possibilities of her getting pregnant.
"Do you use any birth control?" he asked her.
"None."
He then stepped away and went to his desk where he opened up the top drawer.
Then he returned to her lovely naked body, but not before he checked to see that the other two girls, whom he was yet to get to, were, fast asleep.
He opened a little package and handed her a small ball that resembled a piece of wax. He told her to insert it deep inside her cunt, she obeyed him immediately and asked no questions.
Her body felt so ready. She did not know exactly what was about to happen to her but the desire that consumed her told her that she wanted something to fill the emptiness that she felt inside her throbbing pussy.
She put her hands down between her legs as she lay flat on her back. Her lovely thighs were stretched far apart. And now her hands moved in deeply. How wet and moist she felt.
There was a fabulous gushing sound that they both heard when she rubbed herself. It sounded like a running brook.
"Let me see you make yourself come," he told her.
She looked at him with large wide eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Have you ever massaged your pussy and made yourself come hard?"
"Never," she said so innocently.
He found this hard to believe. But the truth of the matter was that she had only had her first orgasm an hour of so ago when Ellen and Joanie had done a number on her.
The principal put his finger to her clit and started to massage it.
"Now how does that feel?" he asked her.
"Eeeew," she cried.
"And what does that mean?"
She giggled. It was a sweet girlish giggle.
He felt filled with a rush of lust and desire.
Her whole body seemed to melt into the red leather couch.
"I have never felt so fabulous in all my life," she sighed.
"That's just how I want you to feel. Now all you have to do is put all your attention on your clit."
"My what?"
He found it very hard to believe that she knew so little about her body.
He grasped the pink love button between his large manly fingers now.
"This is where all your sexuality begins," he instructed her.
She bent down her head, in an attempt to get a better look. All she saw was pink skin.
He twisted it lightly for a minute.
"Does it feel good when I do this?"
She moaned softly. It felt so good. It was a little hard to speak. Her head rolled back and she shut her eyes. She felt all the energy in her She felt every last bit of the energy in her body right between her pussy lips. Yes, she thought. He was absolutely right. The little pink clit was very definitely the seat of all her sexuality.
And it was a sexuality that she wanted to know more and more about. It was a sexuality which she loved and enjoyed.
Softly, gently, he worked his fingers deeply into her. Everything he did felt incredible. Everything felt good and so delicious.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. Then suddenly he could feel the slight muscle spasms go off inside her cunt. It was all happening very deep inside her cunt. He continued to finger fuck her but all of a sudden as he moved his hands in and out of her he felt the blockage of her cherry.
He thought of breaking her with his finger. But then he stopped. He held back, and still he was able to feel the fabulous spasm, the marvelous pulsations of her pussy that seemed to be sucking on his finger.
"Oh, I love what you're doing to me," she moaned and moaned. And she really did. She felt so much like a cat in heat.
He reached his head over to her nipples and as he sucked on each one he could feel the spasms begin to go off all over again.
"Now are you sure you are ready for my cock?" he asked her.
He wanted to take his rod now and ram it inside of her. It was time to bust her cherry.
"Please. I want you to do everything to me. I only want to feel good."
"But what I'm going to do to you may hurt a little."
"Then why are you going to do it," she asked intelligently.
"It will only hurt you at first. But after the first time is over you will be so much more opened to me, I will be able to reach my big cock all the way into your cunt and really make you feel very full and wonderful."
Her legs opened further apart now as though indicating that she wanted him to enter her.
He stripped his clothes off. They fell quickly to the floor. How good he felt, how manly and how strong. It was only another minute or two before her luscious young cunt would take him in.
It had been three years since he had broken a cherry and he was real anxious to do it all again.
Slowly he came down on her. Her hungry cunt was still pulsating from the orgasm she had had only a short time ago. It seemed to grasp upon his piece that moved into her so swiftly.
He watched the way his cock entered into her. He wanted her to see too and told her to watch the way his rod was fucking her.
"Oh, I can't believe you got all the way in," she cried.
"I'm only in a little bit," he told her.
Then he pulled out and thrust right back in again. And as he did this he bit her tit real hard to take the pain away from his breaking thrust.
She gave a short little scream and then, suddenly it was all over. He shot a hot wad of cream way down inside of her and prayed to God that the birth control method worked.
Her eyes shut and she fell off into a deep sleep. It had been a trying day. But maybe one of the most important of her life.
Mr. Warren looked at his watch as Marcy fell off to sleep. He still had at least a half an hour until his next appointment.
Joanie and Ellen began to lift their heads. He was hoping now that they were still stoned. At least enough for him to have some fun. He didn't want this wonderful opportunity to go to waste. Who knew when something like this might come up again.
He looked down at his limp cock. It had felt so good inside Marcy Lee's tight little snatch. He only wished now that he could get his pecker up again for some more action.
And if he only could get his dick stiff he had so many options of where he could place it. He knew it would be simple to enter Marcy Lee again. And now that she was broken with her cherry removed, there would be absolutely no problem in really ramming deep inside her pussy meat.
Oh, God, he thought to himself. Who would have ever imagined that his day would end up in this way. If only he could get his pecker firm.
He held his thick little piece tightly in his hand now. He pumped on it for a minute. It was so soft and fleshy. It seemed hard to believe that it had been a stiff eight inch rod that had rammed so beautifully just a few minutes ago.
He thought back to when he was a kid. He thought about how he could come and come and still be hard. Those were incredible days, he thought to himself. How young and beautiful the women were. But then, that had not changed. His women were still young and beautiful. Only now they were few and far between.
This only made him realize that he should strike while the iron was hot.
He would be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. He would be a fool not to dip his prong into the cunts of the other two women.
He looked over again at the cute little girls sitting next to each other on the hard wooden chairs. Yes, he could tell from the dazed look on their faces that they were still intoxicated from the drug. And it seemed that there would be no problem at all to dip his prong right into them. But he knew he would have to have more than the half hour. It would take him at least that much time to get his dick going.
"Damn it," he cried out loud. He hated to have to work on his cock by himself. It seemed ridiculous when he could make full use of their opened mouth.
But first he walked over to his desk and pressed his finger on the button of the intercom. He was a little high himself and it took a long time for him to pick up the phone as he found himself fixating on the little lights and the buttons of the machine.
"Yes ... yes," his secretary called in through the phone.
"Please cancel all my appointments this afternoon," he slurred over the intercom.
"Are you alright in there," his secretary asked quickly. His voice sounded very strange and she was worried about him.
"Do you want me to come in Mr. Warren?"
"No, no. Stay right in your office," he stammered. All he needed now was for Gerty to come in and find the three girls stoned out of their minds. It was quite a scene. But he was too stoned and too excited about continuing on to really care that much" about it.
With that taken care of now, he could give all his attention to the two cute little ladies sitting with their legs spread out right in front of him.
"I wonder if we have two little virgins here," he said out loud.
Slowly he walked toward them now. He was so glad that they were so pretty. It always made it so much more fun. He inspected their outfits now and tried to figure out just how to go about undressing them as fast as possible.
Just the thought of seeing them totally nude was starting to make his little pecker a bit more firm.
He moved over to them now and stood naked right in front of Ellen.
He held his little dick out to her and motioned for her to suck.
But Ellen was so high that she could hardly make out what was in front of her.
He reached out his hand to hers, for just a moment.
Then he returned it to his cock.
She had never touched a cock before.
"Ohhhh what is this," she muttered.
He did not answer her. He did not think she would even understand his words. All he did now was to bend her head down to his cock. He thought she would know enough to take it into her mouth. Surely, he imagined that Ellen was the type to know what to do with something like that.
But it seemed she didn't. Or else she was much too intoxicated. And her head fell quickly to his knees.
Mr. Warren pulled her back up again. He looked into her half closed, languid eyes.
"This one's too far gone," he said. Then he looked over to Joan. She seemed to be fast asleep.
It seemed hopeless.
"And it could have been so much fun."
Suddenly the intercom rang again.
He managed to move over to his desk, very slowly. Every movement seemed to be an effort. All seemed to be going around in slow motion and he was just hoping now that in this intoxicated state that he was in that he'd manage to sound straight to his secretary over the phone. .
"Yes, Gerty. What is it. I told you not to disturb me. I told you to cancel all my appointments. So what is the matter?"
He seemed to slur his words terribly. She wondered what was the matter. She started to think that he had gone into another one of his terrible depressions and that maybe he had taken to the bottle. She had not idea that he used drugs. He never brought his personal life into the office and it was only on very rare occasions that he ever lit up on the job.
But this was one of those special occasions. And he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. He really didn't want to be disturbed. Not by Gerty or any one else in the outside world.
"I have an important call for you," she said in a very concerned tone.
"Well, I don't care if it's the Board of Education or the president of the United States. I'm not in for the next few hours. So, you can just tell them to call back later."
"Very well," she muttered, and then she hung up the phone. But her mind was running wild. She was growing terribly curious and wanted to know what was happening inside. She got up from her seat in her little office and put her head to the door. Everything seemed incredibly quiet and it was difficult for her to figure out just what exactly could be going on inside. But she knew if she kept listening she might just be able to find out what was happening. Her spirit for adventure and her imaginative mind was really getting her carried away. She decided if she didn't get a clue soon that she would walk out on the the fire escape and take a peak into Mr. Warren's window. It wouldn't really be like snooping. She had every reason to be concerned about him now. He was acting strange and if he was on a drinking binge she thought that this would be her perfect excuse to help him, to get close to him and maybe even get to have that affair with him that she long dreamt about.
Only a few years ago she would have never thought about such a thing. But; she was now past her prime and didn't have time to wait around any more. She had been a prude her whole life, repressing her every lusty thought for the sake of her religion.
Every day Gerty would go to mass. And every day she would think about only her guardian angels and saints. She denied her body and sublimated all her energies but she couldn't believe sex was bad. It was not that she was breaking away from her religion, but rather that she was beginning to see things in a new light.
Gerty went back to her desk now and applied another coat of nail polish on her long beautifully formed nails. Then she got up and took a look at herself on the full mirror that she recently hung on the inside of the closet door.
After six months of dieting she had gotten down to her perfect weight and every time she looked into the mirror now she felt as if she was looking at a different person.
"Well, Gerty," she said to the new image in the mirror. "It took you a long time to get out of that thick shell. But look at you now. You're a gorgeous woman.
She stood there for a long moment admiring herself. It was good to feel a little vain after being such a wreck for so many years.
But the problem was that although her image had changed, her mind's view of herself was still that of a huge messy woman. It was as though she was two different people. One living inside her mind, haunting her. And the new reality. A beautiful sexy lady who looked at least ten years younger than her age.
She knew she needed time to catch up with who she was now.
And she knew it take something more than a lot of gut to do this. It meant really being out there with no excuses. But most of all, being so .attractive now meant that she would have to start dealing with her sexuality.
And it seemed that as of late something very different had happened to her libido. It seemed that she was continually horny.
Now, there was a time when the word horny would put her off. There was a time when any sexual word or slight behavior would make her sick. But horny was the only word she could use to describe the way she felt continually.
In fact she had only recently resorted to the use of a vibrator. There was no man at this time in her life and she had to do something. It had become so uncomfortable for her. The twitching in her clit had become so intense that she could not sit the whole day at work without putting something in her twat.
Luckily she had found a sex magazine, which she now subscribed to because she was still too inhibited to go out and buy them on the stands. And in this sex magazine she found a fabulous catalogue. She ordered everything.
She ordered creams and she ordered fancy underwear. She ordered vibrators and things she did not even know the name for or how to use.
She would never forget her deep excitement the day the package arrived- She could hardly wait to open it.
There were about five different kinds of plastic cocks. Some with motors and some without.
She felt very fortunate in her choice, for enclosed in the package was a real bonus: a pair of panties with a dildoe attached.
It was the perfect thing for her to take into the office. She could sit all day and do her work while the dildoe massaged her twat.
And really needed massaging lately. It seemed that she was making up for all her years of celibacy. She could not come enough. Her cunt would get so juicy wet and the hot cream would almost leave a ring on her seat, going right through her skirt. In fact, as of late she had to resort to wearing pads of cotton to keep her thighs from getting wet.
But flow with this wonderful vibrator she could be happy and content all day. No longer would she have to keep going off to the bathroom to finger herself. It was all working very nicely. The more she came, the more excited she got. It seemed endless. If there was ever any satisfaction after her wonderful orgasms, it only lasted for a minute or two and then she was hot and horny as hell all over again.
Sometimes Gerty wondered if there was something wrong with her. Sure she loved to come and come. But it was exhausting. It did seem to take up all her energies. And now that she was so heavily into sex, there was really nothing else in the world that held any interest for her.
But then she thought, maybe this is it. Maybe this is what all people feel constantly. She wondered what was normal. She only wished that there was someone that she could talk to. But most of the people she knew were members of her church and as far as she knew, the ones who were there were as non-sexual as she was.
But over the last few months she had developed a terrible crush on Mr. Warren. It was terrible only because she never imagined that her fantasies would ever be realized. She knew he thought of her only as his secretary and as nothing more than that.
But last week she thought of doing something wild and kinky. It was such a crazy outrageous idea. Something totally unlike the old Gerty that was. always so prim and .conservative. And that was exactly why she decided to act out the idea when it came into her head.
It had been Mr. Warren's birthday and she had to think of something to get him for a present. Suddenly she remembered that her package of sex devices had included a cock extender. She thought it would really blow his mind to give it to him for his birthday. She wrapped it in a Gucci box and tied it up with ribbon. She was so thrilled with herself that she actually had the nerve to follow through with it. She brought it to work and put it on his desk. But she did not have the guts to sign her name to the card.
So a week ago, when Mr. Warren opened up his present, he had to assume that one of the male teachers in the school was playing some kind of a joke on him. He tucked it away neatly in his drawer, never once imagining that he would actually have any use for it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mr. Warren reached into his desk drawer and rummaged around for the cock extender.
He found it quickly.
"Never thought I'd use this little thing," he said out loud. His prick had grown a bit, but it was not the full size that he wanted it to be. And he knew that once he got it in either Ellen's or Joanie's little tight cunt that his cock would get so long and excited. But right now the little extender looked like it would really be the thing to do the trick.
He clamped the fake cock on to his own and looked at it for a minute.
"What a wonderful invention," he thought. It really looked like the real thing.
Suddenly, Ellen seemed to get a bit more life in her as she sat up erect. Her eyes opened and a smile came across her face as she looked at Mr. Warren standing right in front of her totally nude.
She started to giggle. It was that soft girlish laugh that always turned him on.
She was still stoned and seeing him right there before her, without any of his clothing on seemed very comical to her.
She suddenly started to break out into a laugh.
The laugh got louder and louder. She thought she would burst.
"Quiet down," he told her.
He really didn't know what to do with her now. He knew that whenever he started to laugh under the influence of pot, it could go on for hours.
So he came toward her now in an attempt to cover her mouth with his hands. But she reached out for his fake cock, now fully attached to his own.
She had never seen a cock before. And as she held it in her hands.
Even then, close up, she could not tell that it was made of plastic. It seemed so unusual to her and she was totally fascinated by the shiny piece.
He thought how nice it would have been if Ellen had taken his piece into her mouth before instead of falling off .to sleep. He was almost sorry now that he had gone ahead and put the fake extender on.
But her hands were now wrapped around his balls now, touching them very lightly. It felt absolutely wonderful.
At least these were his own.
For another moment he thought of pulling the cock extender off his prick. It did feel a little bit uncomfortable. But most of all, it was preventing him from actually getting the lovely touch of her hand. She thought that she was giving pleasure. It was just like she had read in dirty magazines. Of course she was stoned, it was not as though she thought she was dreaming. But the fact that she was intoxicated gave her an uninhibited attitude that did not allow for her to repress any of her sexual desires.
Ellen was taking such pleasure in handling his piece. He did not instruct her how to pump him. He did not ask that she suck. She could do all that later. But right now all tie wanted her to do was to explore him, to do whatever she felt like doing and to feel very natural.
She couldn't feel any more relaxed.
And as she played with him she started to feel a rush of sensation welling up inside her cunt. It was the most marvelous feeling of sheer pleasure.
It was the very first time she had ever touched a man.
And she relished every second.
Never before had she felt this kind of a desire. Even when she was with Joanie she never got so very hot and turned on.
She felt a rush of energy move to her clit. She felt almost as though someone was touching her softly between her legs. It was a wonderful sensation and she felt inclined to rub herself.
Ellen lifted her skirt and stretched her lovely legs out wide, revealing her gorgeous hairy cunt.
All of a sudden she yearned for the large extended cock to move deeply inside of her.
It was an incredible yearning now. She could not control herself.
She stuck her fingers in her twat. The juices began to rush. She was intoxicated and very turned on. All she really wanted was to be filled up, totally and completely.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.
He started to wonder if he should but the birth control suppository into her cunt first. But then he worried that she might change her mind.
He figured he would pull out in time before his semen entered her. And beside, the cock extender would act almost as a rubber.
He bent his hips down and moved his prong swiftly into her cunt. The juices were really flowing. He touched her soft thigh and felt the wetness. It was a thick creamy substance that really turned him on.
The smell in the air was erotic. He did not know if she was wearing a musk perfume or if the smell was coming from her vagina. Either way, it was lovely.
Mr. Warren started to twist his dick deep inside her lovely cunt. He twisted and turned deep inside of her. It really felt quite fabulous. But he knew for sure that it would feel even better if he could just remove the cock extender.
Surely he felt his own piece growing firm underneath the plastic. How he wanted to be in total contact with her lovely wet cunt. How he wanted the thick creamy juices to touch upon his own flesh.
But for a while he continued ramming his plastic piece inside her.
He saw the way she was responding so beautifully. That alone was enough to make him want to come in an instant. If he could only be certain of how long and hard he was under the plastic. If only he was. He would take the plastic dildo off in a second and ram her pussy meat with his own thick hard spear.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned and moaned.
He loved to hear a woman talk dirty.
She had such an innocent look and yet underneath it all he knew she was nothing more than a dirty tramp and this was very exciting for him.
He reached his hands under her shirt.
"Good," he sighed. "No bra."
He cupped her firm flesh with his large manly hands. He rubbed them gently and tried to do what he thought would making her feel good. He was being very gently with her now.
"Harder," she cried.
He did not know exactly what she meant. He did not know if she wanted him to fuck her harder or if it was that she wanted her nipples twisted.
He really started to ram his cock into her. He had never pounded pussy flesh so hard.
"How's this?"
"Eeew," she moaned.
"Do you like my big cock?"
"Eeeew, I think so."
"Are you high. Are you stoned," he stammered.
"Eeeew yes. I think so. I'm not sure."
He could tell from the way she was talking now that she certainly was. But one thing for sure was that she was hot and horny. She wanted to get fucked like there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly he grabbed her nipples with his finger, pressing them between his thumb and his index finger.
She really responded now.
"Eeew, that's it. That's what I wanted you to do."
He could see that her tits were fabulously sensitive and he figured that she probably would enjoy getting her nipples sucked hard. And he always loved doing that anyway. It gave him great pleasure to suck on young pink titties.
He looked at them very closely now before he took them to his lips.
They were beautiful and pink and hard. He just loved looking at them. But she wanted him to suck.
"Suck me," she moaned in ecstasy.
Immediately he put them to his mouth. They tasted lovely and felt so right inside his mouth.
At first he was very gentle with her tits.
"Bite me. Suck me hard," she cried.
He could see now that she was a woman of great intensity and that she responded well to rather rough, treatment.
It always amazed him how all women 'were different. He could never get over the fact; that there were women who loved it when you were sweet and gentle. And then there were women who loved it when you got real intense.
And there was no doubt about it. The woman in his arms now was the intense type. She loved getting fucked hard. She loved having her tits bitten.
"Harder she cried.
He bit down a little more.
"Eeeew, that's it."
He was afraid to bite her harder. He would have liked to have drawn milk, but did not want any blood.
And over and over again he rammed his plastic cock right inside of her.
"Ohhhh," she cried. "I'm coming."
He pulled his mouth away and exerted all his power into his swift cock.
"How's this," he said as he rammed all ten inches into her.
"Ahhhhhhh," she screamed real loud.
She had come. And she had come hard.
Mr. Warren pulled out, as Ellen shut her eyes and fell off to sleep. What she would dream of he did not know. But one thing he knew for sure. And that was that he had given her a good time. He was proud of this. It always gave him a great feeling of satisfaction to make a beautiful woman come.
There was always that lovely expression of satiation on a woman's face that he really loved to see after they came. He was a lover of women in the truest sense. He had an appreciation for every size shape and form. There was never one type he preferred over another as long as they were very pretty and very young.
Now as he pulled out his plastic cock he wiped the wetness from it. Then he unclamped it.
How good it felt to get it off. And how very pleased he was to find that his own thick piece was long and hard.
"I could really go for another shot," he thought to himself. But he saw that Ellen's eyes were tightly shut and he didn't want to wake her up.
"Well, which one?" Mr. Warren realized how many options he had.
He had a room full of holes to ram his hard cock into.
"Thank goodness I'm stiff," he said as he pumped on his rod, being sure to keep it up.
It felt real good to play with himself, but he knew it would feel a hell of a lot better if he could ram it into a nice little wet cunt.
He looked over to Joanie now, with her full breasts exposed. He thought that there were some very definite possibilities there, He like the way her nipples were nice and hard. And he hadn't even begun to work on her yet.
He moved over to the full busted girl and reached his fingers down to her nipples. He twisted them hard just the way he had done to her friend Ellen. She responded immediately.
She started to sigh and moan as though she was really enjoying everything he was doing to her.
"Oh, Ellen," she sighed with her eyes firmly shut.
It seemed obvious to him that she thought he was her girlfriend. And he figured from that moment on that surely she must have had some little experiences with her girlfriend.
"Suck my cunt, Ellen," Joanie moaned.
Her words shocked the principal. But at the very same time he was very turned on by her words.
The image of the two cute and boyish looking girls suddenly turned him on. His cock really started to throb now. He felt wild and crazy. The pulsations around the tip of his spear made him feel as though he was going to explode any second.
"Eeeew," she cried, begging him to lick her cunt.
With her eyes still shut, Joanie lifted up her skirt, in the very same manner that Ellen had done just a few minutes before when she wanted to get fucked.
Warren was fascinated. He had never seen two women making it together before. He thought it would be a very lovely thing to watch. Suddenly he longed to have that experience. But he had absolutely no idea how he was going to go about it.
"Lick my clit," she cried.
Then her eyes opened.
"Oh, my gosh," she cried.
She was totally shocked to see him standing there right in front of her.
"Oh, my God. Why do you have all your clothes off?"
She was totally awake now. She did not have a drugged look in her eyes. It seemed pretty clear that she was coherent and very .much awake.
His heart suddenly beat very hard. The fact that she was no longer drugged added a bit too much of reality to the situation.
He did not know what to say to her. He did not know how to handle it.
All he knew was that he had to keep her stoned or else she might tell what had happened inside his office. And he knew for sure that would be the end of his whole career.
She struggled to get up from the wooden chair. She had been fast asleep. She had been dreaming that it was Ellen who had been making love to her.
It seemed so strange now. It seemed almost as though she was still part of a strange nightmare.
"I don't understand what's happening. Let me out of here. Let me out of here."
Her voice became quite loud. And it frightened Warren. It frightened him because he was still stoned and yet he was aware of the dangers of the situation.
And perhaps it was because of the fact that he was feeling out of control that he really got shook up now.
Immediately he ran to his desk and got some twine.
"Thank goodness I have some cord to bind her up for a while," he said almost out loud.
He did not mean for her to hear his words. He was going wild. He did not know what to do. And of course she understood perfectly what was ahead for her. She understood full well that he would tie her up and perhaps do something brutal to her.
She got up and ran toward the door. For a minute she struggled with the lock. He thought for sure that she would get away. His life was suddenly in her hands. He had to think fast. He just couldn't take the chance.
"If you leave this office, Joanie, I will have you expelled from school. It is your word against mine about what happened in here."
She turned to him now and looked Mr. Warren directly in the eye.
"Will you promise not to hurt me."
"Hurt you? That is the last thing I have on my mind."
The world started to spin. He clutched on to his desk."
"You're still stoned," she said, remembering that they had just smoked a joint.
"I guess I am. That stuff always turns me on. It makes me go wild."
"Sexually, you mean."
"Yes. It really makes me feel hot and excited."
"And I guess you would like to fuck me now," she said knowingly.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do feel a very strong attraction to you."
She almost felt flattered. But even more than that she felt terribly confused for she just didn't know quite how to explain to him that she was not interested in men.
Then she realized that the truth always works. What else could she do but tell him in a direct way that she was not interested in men but was a lesbian.
"I hope you won't be offended Mr. Warren." she said. "But I do not like men," she said very matter of factly.
He understood exactly what she was talking about.
"You had been calling for Ellen to lick your, pussy when you were asleep."
She drew back, terribly embarrassed. And even if she had said such a tiling in her sleep, even if he had heard it, she could not believe he would have the balls to tell her about it.
She looked down at his balls now and saw how hard and large they were. His cock seemed enormous to her. It was the first prick she had ever seen.
"Please don't take it personally."
"My darling. I understand. But I do think that I can make you feel more wonderful than you ever imagined."
She began to shake from fear. The whole thing seemed like a terrible nightmare.
"Why don't you come over here. Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you. I love little girls and I only want you to feel good.
She stood absolutely frozen in place.
He moved toward her.
Still she did not move.
"No. Please don't come near me. I'm afraid of men."
"But that's exactly why I can help you."
"I don't need any help. I'm perfectly fine just the way I am."
"You are sure that you prefer women to men."
"I have a good thing going with Ellen and I really don't want to ruin it now."
They both looked over to Ellen now who was fast asleep.
"Do you see how happy and how peaceful your, girlfriend looks?"
And Joanie had to agree that Ellen did look very peaceful, for there was a lovely glow about her and a smile upon her face.
Yes, there was no doubt about it. Ellen looked as though she had reached heaven.
"I think I could make you feel as good as that," he told her as he pumped on his long stiff rod.
"I don't really know if I'm ready for that yet."
"Of course you're not, my darling. But I know exactly how to prepare you."
He gently touched her shoulders and worked his fingers into her neck, massaging her very gently.
"My, how stiff you are," he told her.
His touch was great.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to smoke another joint. It will really relax you."
"What if a teacher or your secretary comes in," she said nervously.
He let out a short giggle. He realized the cute little teen-ager was considering the idea now. He realized that in another moment she would be- putty in his hands and he would have an easy time getting her to do what he really " wanted her to do.
"I've already cancelled all of my appointments for the day. The doors are locked and no one is allowed in. And besides, I am the principal here. I have control over the school and no one will interfere with our fun,"
She was starting to feel comfortable.
And, if the truth be told, she was actually quite curious to finally find out just what sex was all about with a man. And if she was going to pick on any man to try it out with he seemed like the perfect" one. Mr. Warren was extremely handsome, his body was lean and muscular and tan and he was kind and gentle. The perfect father figure. It all seemed kind of crazy and kinky.
"I can't believe this," she said.
"It's all very real. You'll find out what sex is all about today."
It felt good in his arms. She felt safe and secure.
His hard prick was moving up toward her large breasts. He was so tall and she was so short that in the position that they stood, she could actually wrap her large tits around his balls.
And the idea to rub his cock with her huge titties seemed like a fabulous idea. Spontaneously she did it. And he was shocked. He never expected her to do something like that. But it felt warm and good.
"Ohhh, that's nice. Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked her.
"Just thought of it."
"I see you're a clever little one. Very sexy aren't you."
He could see that he was going to have a great deal of fun with her and she wasn't even stoned.
"Oh yeah. Keep on doing that. It really feels very nice. Eewww yeah. Don't stop."
She was starting to get into it. She rather loved the way the hard thick rod was shooting up between the two mounds. And she loved the way her full breasts looked so very firm and full when she pushed them up close together to hug the thick cock.
She watched it slip up and down. It was hypnotic, totally hypnotic. And never before had she felt so compelled to stick her tongue out and reach down to the thick spear and take a lick.
"Oh, gosh," he cried, as she took a quick lick.
Just a bit of pre-come came out. She tasted it and liked it very much.
He was going wild and his cock was really showing it now. It was full and it was swelling real hard.
The cock grew like a snake now, increasing by at least one inch.
She began to suck him now.
It was as though her little, perfectly formed mouth was a vacuum cleaner. She'd suck him in real tight and then let him out again, creating the most fabulous suction.
Over and over she sucked. It felt great. Absolutely great. He could not believe the wonderful way she had taken to him. She was so much fun to be with. It was all fun and games with her and he could hardly remember ever being with any girl who was so delightfully playful.
"Oh, baby. Suck that cock."
And she did. She sucked him real good".
"Oh, keep on sucking that big dick of mine."
And it was big now. Really big. At least nine inches long.
"You love to suck me, don't you?"
She only moaned as though to tell him yes. And as she did this there was a slight vibration of a hum.
And it felt wonderful. How warm her full breasts felt wrapped around his dick. He couldn't believe that she could suck and wrap him with them all at the same time.
"Eeeew, baby, I love what you're doing to me.
It was fine for her too now and she was starting to think that it wasn't too bad to be with a man. But she really didn't think that she was ready yet to get fucked by his mighty dick. She had never had anything stiff inside her cunt. Not even a dildoe and she didn't think she would like it too much. In fact she had no idea how nine or ten inches could get inside her.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he told her.
He was thinking that she was probably getting horny. In a minute he would dip his fingers into her cunt and see if she was wet yet. That was always the best test of all.
And he thought too about how very delightful it would be to ram his dick into her cunt. He could really make her come hard with his hard cock. He knew this and he was looking forward now to really .doing a number on her.
"Come on baby. Why don't you just sit down here and I'm going to lap up your pussy juices."
"On, I love that."
"I'm going to make you feel real good, because you've done a nice favor for me. Now just sit down like a good little girl and spread those lovely legs of yours."
She took her skirt off now and stood totally undressed.
Closely he looked at her body.
"You have such a lovely shape," he told her.
It was just incredible how comfortable she was feeling with him now. She would have imagined that surely she would have felt incredibly nervous and shy. But for some reason, which she really could not understand, she felt totally uninhibited.
She wasn't even stoned. They both knew that. And maybe that was what was so wonderful. It was real. It wasn't a dream that she would awake from the next day, forgetting all that had happened to her. No. It was real. Totally real. And she was so very pleased that she could be enjoying it to the extent that she was.
"Are you feeling good," he said to her as he got down on his knees. He looked up at her lovely face and saw the smile. There was no doubt in his mind that she was having fun.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mr Warren took one last look at Joanie's pretty face before he bent his head down between her lovely thighs.
He reached his tongue out and touched her clit and massaged it just a little. Meanwhile he moved his index finger between the crack of her pussy lips and dipped it in very deep.
She rolled her head back and began to sigh delightedly.
"Eeeew, it's so good," she moaned. He loved to hear her words. He was so happy to know that he was bringing her pleasure.
And he knew the importance of his act. It wasn't just for a good fuck that he going to all this trouble now eating her out the best he knew how. In his heart of hearts he felt quite certain that he was helping her to learn how to have a sexual relationship with a man.
If the sex was good he knew that she would be able to have a life full of fun with other guys. He saw now reason why she couldn't go on enjoying women. But he felt that she should not be deprived. He felt for certain that she should have the wonderful experience of a dick.
And his was the dick to do it. His was good and long and he could ram her for a long long time.
Suddenly there was a question in his mind. He stopped his licking of her clit and looked up at her.
"What's the matter," she asked.
"I was just wondering about something,'"' he said as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
"And what is that?"
"Are you telling me the truth that you never had any sexual relations with a man?"
"Never."
He dipped his fingers all the way in. His large hand filled her cunt now.
"I wouldn't lie to you about that."
"Then why is your cherry broken."
He had reached his hand way past where the hymen would be and there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that she was not a virgin.
"You're not a virgin," he told her.
"I know," she said delightedly with a smile. She moved her hips closer to him. She liked what he was doing to her and she didn't want him to stop finger fucking her now.
"Well, if you've never had a cock how did that happen."
She giggled, her soft sweet giggle all over again. And it had the same effect on him as usual.
His cock got even harder. He couldn't help but grasping it now with his other hand.
"Are you going to tell me now that you broke your cherry on a horse?"
"No nothing like that," she said kind of swaying her hips.
"Then how did it happen."
"Simple," she said, looking over to Ellen who was still sleeping.
"Very interesting. You mean Ellen did it. With a dildoe?" he asked as though he was getting more and more curious.
"I think the whole idea excites you," she said playfully holding his head in her hands.
He smiled. The truth of the matter was that it did excite him. The whole idea of two girls doing it together was driving him wild. He thought it would be wonderful to watch and she could practically read his mind.
"I bet you'd love to watch me make love to Ellen," Joanie said suddenly.
His whole body began to tingle with excitement. His cock felt harder than ever and he wanted to ram it right into her now.
"God. That's always been my fantasy. I think you've read my mind."
"A lot of men have that fantasy. In fact once Ellen and I got a hundred dollars just to let some old guy watch us eat each other out,"
"Wow. I bet he had the time of his life."
"Oh yeah. He really got off on-it,"
"Did he jerk off as he watched."
"I don't know."
"Well, you were in the same room as him. Didn't you see him. I'm sure he was playing with himself. I mean, gosh, I would."
He started to pump himself real hard now. It felt great.
"He blind folded us and tied us up too."
"Then how did you move around."
"Well, it all must sound real strange. But it was kind of fun the way he wrapped our bodies close together and placed my head right beneath Ellen's cunt. Then he reversed positions. We never had to touch him or anything like that. So I wasn't at all frightened."
"Would you like me to tie you up?"
"It really doesn't matter at all to me."
"Wouldn't it excite you a little?"
"To tell you the truth I've read up on bondage. I know a lot of people are into that. But for me it never did anything,"
"And what do you like the most?"
"Well, mostly I like it when Ellen plays with my tits and finger fucks me."
He bent his head between her thighs once again. He decided that he would eat her out and make her come, then he would insert his rod deep into her cunt.
He knew she would love it. He wanted her to have the full treatment before she went over to work on her friend. And he would tie her up as long as she didn't mind. Maybe the idea of bondage didn't excite her that much but it sure as hell turned him on and he didn't feel at all reluctant about trying it out now.
He finger fucked her good.
"Ewwww," she moaned.
It took so little to please her. She responded quickly. She responded easily and it was so wonderful for his ego.
"Oh, I'm going to come soon."
He felt as though his cock was swelling and so hard that he too was going to come. He had wanted to wait until she had come hard before he entered her. But now the temptation was far too great.
He held his prick at the stem and moved it deeply to the very depths of her lovely lush cunt.
"Ewww," she cried.
It felt very tight for him.
And she felt full and complete.
"I'm all the way in," he said now holding it there.
He thrust her just a little, but not too hard. He could tell that the hole was rather tender and that it was not used to holding such a rod.
He had imagined that her excitement would have continued. She was rather moist inside, but the "juices really weren't what they should be. She was not dripping wet the way the other girls had been.
His sudden concern about this made him try to imagine what else he could do to turn her on.
He suddenly remembered now just how much she loved to have her titties sucked.
He reached out for them now.
"Oh, yeah," she cooed.
"You really love it when I play with your tits, don't you," he said.
"Oh, yeah. It's fabulous."
He took her nipples between his fingers now and started twisting on them.
"Ohhhh," she cried.
He was driving her crazy.
Now he could feel the juices starting to pour. His cock felt warm and very wet. He thrust slowly now in and out of her.
The gushing sound was really lovely.
She looked down below her belly and saw the Way his hips melded into hers. It was as if they had become one person.
"Ahhhhh, yes... I'm hot ..." she cried.
But he wondered if she was coming. That was all he wanted now.
But she did not have to say another word. He could feel the way the fabulous muscle spasms went off. It was almost as though the lips of her wet pussy were really sucking on his cock, just like it had been done inside her mouth only a little While ago.
"Ahhhh..." she cried and he knew that she came.
Now he began to thrust. He pushed in and out of her like crazy. It felt so good. He felt so hot. Any second his cock would explode into a thousand pieces. One more thrust and then another.
"Ohhhh," he cried.
Gerty, the secretary ran back to the door.
She could hear the strange noises.
"Oh, my God. I hope he's not killing himself in there. She really started to get worried now and in no time at all she found herself risking her life and running out on the fire escape.
She was only worried that he was already dead as she peeked inside the window. But when she saw the scene, when she saw the way Mr. Warren was locked into the naked young woman, she nearly fell backward, three stories out the window.
"I can't believe this," she said to herself.
But the strange thing was that even though what she saw was so incredibly shocking, it made her feel that all the sexual tension she had been feeling inside herself was not all that strange and bizarre. For what she saw now surely made her own feeling seemed incredibly normal.
One of her greatest fantasies had always been to watch other people engage in sex. It was a crazy fantasy come true. And no one would ever have to know that she had participated, even from a distance.
Her vibrator was working inside her cunt. She had come so many times already that day. But it looked like she was in for another massive climax.
She tried to control her moans and her cries of delight as the dildoe worked itself inside of her. She knew she had never been so hot in her life. Thank goodness she had just filled the new prescription on her lenses as she did not want to miss any of this fabulous visual action. For truly, this was a chance of a lifetime.
She watched now as Mr. Warren pulled out his cock from the oozing cunt of the young student.
He turned and revealed his full ass to the eyes of Gerty who refused to blink for a split second. Then he went over and quickly put on his clothes. He took care in knotting his tie correctly and then put on his jacket.
The three naked young woman were in different corners of the room and It was really quite a sight. Gerty now understood why he had cancelled all his appointments for the afternoon. And it was also quite understandable why he was slurring all his words over the intercom. For surely, he had good reason to be so excited.
She only wished now that she had gotten a peek earlier in the show. She would have really wanted to watch every detail.
She wondered now what was coming next.
"It better be good," she thought to herself as her electric motor worked inside her juicy wet cunt.
She thought she was about to come again. But suddenly she felt filled with fear as she watched the now fully dressed principal wrapping thick cords around Ellen's sleeping body.
Gerty had never heard of bondage. She did not know that there were some men who got their thrills by dominating passive women. It all looked very strange to her. She wondered if the girls were about to get hurt. A protective motherly feeling came over her.
Gerty thought of running out now to get some help. Perhaps the kind gentle man she worked for was really an insane nut. One could never tell. She told herself she must do the honorable thing, instead of indulge her sexual appetite and watch this perverse man wrapping up two innocent young women.
"He could be a crazy man. Who knows. I must save these kids," she cried to herself as she ran back to her office and down the hall looking for the help of another woman.
And Mr. Warren continued to indulge his own fantasy.
He pulled Ellen close to Joanie and positioned their bodies in such a way that Ellens cunt was right above Joanie's mouth.
Tightly he wrapped their ankles and fastened their wrists behind their backs.
And when he was finished doing that he took two long scarves that he had tucked away as presents for two lady friends and tied them around the girl's heads.
He knew that when Joanie came through she would know exactly what to do. And as for Ellen, how could she help but enjoy the little game.
Now he moved over to where Marcy Lee was lying. She was still drugged out of her mind. He could not take the chance of having any trouble with her. What if she suddenly awoke and came down from the drug? What if she interrupted the whole scene and ran out to tell the world.
No. He could not take that chance. It seemed only fitting to bind her the same way that he had done to the two lesbians.
And Marcy Lee did not even notice what was happening to her as he tied the thick cord tightly around her ankles and her wrists.
This time he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and stuffed her mouth with it. He thought of blindfolding her. But suddenly he got another crazy, kinky fantasy which he wanted very much to fulfill.
He wanted to prop Marcy up in a chair now & she was all bound up and have her watch the scene between the two girls. He didn't know why he wanted to do this. It just was one of those crazy ideas that had popped into his head, and he was in the mood now to try anything he thought of.
"Ohhhh," he heard in back of him. One of the girls was sighing and moaning.
He turned to them now and moved closer to see exactly what was going on.
And everything seemed to be going along just the way he had planned. Joanie had awakened to find her face between Ellen's lovely thighs, and it seemed that she waste any time at all. She was busy now lapping the juices of her friend's cunt.
"Ohhhh," he heard again. He didn't know if it was Joan or if it was Ellen who was excited now and sighing in ecstasy.
He moved closer to look.
It was Joanie who had her head back and she was the one making all the erotic sounds. He tried to wake up Marcy Lee. He wanted her to see the show. If she got real excited from watching the two girls make it together as he surely was, then maybe he would fuck her once more.
His cock was getting stiff for the third time that day. If he came again it would be a brilliant record.
Then suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Oh, no," he cried.
Hadn't his secretary canceled all his appointments? Again the door knocked and he made the bold decision not to answer it. But in his confusion he began to cough. He only hoped that no one had heard him.
"The door is locked from inside," Gerty said to Miss St. James who had come to help her. Actually Miss St. James did not know exactly what was going on, for Gerty was far too excited to explain any of the details.
All Gerty had said was that something very terrible was going on inside and that she needed her help immediately.
"Come with me to the window," she told the older woman. She took her hand, pulled her into her own little office and back out the lire escape.
Miss St. James peeked into the window. Then she reached for her glasses which she kept on a chain around her neck.
She peered in for a long time watching the two woman all tied up, and Ellen getting eaten out.
Gerty held her head in her hands and sobbed.
"It's so terrible. I can *t believe what's happening."
"Please my dear," Miss St. James suddenly snapped. "I wouldn't feel so terrible for those girls. It's exactly the punishment they deserve. I think he thought of the perfect thing," she said as she stepped into Warren's office through the window.
"Fine job you're doing," she said to the startled man. If ever he was going to have a heart attack it was now. He nearly collapsed into the empty chair in front of him.
"Yes, a fine job. This is just the punishment I had in mind. Nothing like a little humiliation."
All he could think about now was how glad he was that he had gotten dressed. After all, what would have happened if she had arrived at the moment when he was fucking the hell out of Marcy Lee or either of the other two girls.
So he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the situation could have been worse. But it did take him a moment or two for it to register in his mind that she approved of what she thought was going on.
Gerty was still hiding on the fire escape. She really could not believe her eyes. Very carefully now she climbed back into her office, then ran out of the building for the nearest bar, where she spent the rest of the night, trying to get drunk and forget all that she had ever seen that day.
"I'm glad that you're pleased with my technique," Mr. Warren said to the old bitch, who he knew could ruin him for good if she only knew what was really going on.
He moved over to the table to nonchalantly remove any trace of evidence that there had been any pot smoking going on. He knew that she had a very sharp eye and could detect things in a second.
"Yes. I couldn't have done a better job of it myself."
I've been working on them all afternoon."
"And how did you get the girls to confess that they were all lesbians?"
"I have to admit that it did take some clever maneuvering."
"Well, I can see that."
"I hope you don't mind that..."
"Mind what?" she said as she moved closer to watch the way Joanie was working on Ellen's cunt. She found it hard to believe that she would continue on, even in front of her.
"I hope you didn't mind that I took things into my own hands."
"Oh, not at all. The more discipline these girls get, the better."
"I'm so glad you feel that way."
"But of course you have to promise me that you will allow me my time with them. I have some really wonderful tortures for them."
Mr. Warren's heart began to beat very hard. The thought of his young beauties getting tortured was just too much for him to deal with. He didn't know quite what to do. After all, if she were to think that he was in for the fun and games, she could ruin his reputation. She could have him thrown out of the school in no time at all.
There was nothing he could do. He had to think of his own neck. The girls would live through the horrors. And after all, just how terrible could it all be. At the worst he figured she would lash their asses with a whip. How terrible could that be? Surely they had lived through things like that. Yes. There was no choice at all. He would have to turn the lovely ladies over to Miss St. James.
CHAPTER SIX
What had started out as a pleasant day where, there had been the exploration of some fabulous sexual fantasies was quickly turning into a terrible nightmare for all the three young schoolgirls and their well-meaning principal.
He felt he had no choice but to save his own neck. His reputation and his job could be out the window if-Miss St. James ever found out that he was fucking around with three high school seniors. It was amazing that she had not already detected the use of pot. And then, there were many other skeletons in his closet which he had to hide.
Miss St. James rubbed her hands together with great enthusiasm as she realized she was about to take over the show and fully discipline the three girls.
"Now, let's see who we will start with."
She looked down at Joanie and Ellen. Ellen had come down from her high and began to realize what was going on. Joanie had caught on long ago. But Marcy was still rather intoxicated. All remained bound, as Miss St. James thought that was an excellent position to get them in, at least for starters.
"Yes, yes. Where shall we start."
She moved over to Marcy now and twisted her nipple. There was no response. She was still out.
"Did you give them sleeping pills?"
"No truth serum," he lied.
"I've never heard of that drug."
"Well, actually, it's not a drug."
"Then what is it?" she snapped impatiently.
"It's a rare natural substance that I use on students every so often."
"I would like very much to see it. Maybe I can get some and use it for my own purposes from time to time."
He suddenly began to stutter and stammer. He really didn't know quite what to say to her now. The truth was that all he had around was pot and if she looked in his top desk drawer she would surely find it. He didn't want to take that chance.
He moved over to his coat jacket and took out a bag of pipe tobacco which he handed to her.
She sniffed it. Satisfied by her discovery, she put it into her purse, without even asking permission to keep it. She was so damn presumptuous. It really irritated him. But now he found that he was under her control, and if she was disciplining the girls, she was in a sense disciplining him as well. For he felt terrified of her now.
"I'd like to start, with Marcy Lee. She's the' biggest cock tease in the school. For a long time I've wanted to give this girl a good spanking. I've seen her trying to turn the boys on. I've seen the way their cocks get stiff in their pants when she wiggles her little ass in the hall. She thinks I don't notice these things. But my eyes take in everything. Yes, little lady. I think you will go first."
'The truth serum makes them very sleepy. That's why Marcy Lee is fast asleep,"
"Yes. I can see that."
"But if you would like to^ give her a little spanking, we can just turn her over here on the couch. I had her here a little while ago," he said picking up her bound body that was tied up like a bunch of stiff twigs.
He placed her down gently on the couch. But he noticed as he put her on her stomach that her eyes were opening slightly.
He felt sick to his stomach with the thought of her lovely ass getting slapped by the old woman.
He looked at Miss St. James now. She had blood in her eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman was filled with deep intense jealousy for the pretty blond girl, and most probably if there was anything she envied it was her lovely round ass.
Miss St. James sat down on the red leather couch and maneuvered Marcy Lee's body over her lap. Her eyes checked the lovely olive skin of her ass. There was envy for her perfectly smooth skin. She rubbed her hands together now as though to create some body heat and then she began to slap. Marcy Lee awoke suddenly.
"It was very wise of you to place that handkerchief in her mouth, or whatever that was you stuffed it with."
Marcy Lee's screams were very muffled.
"Yes, I did use a handkerchief."
"Very professional," Miss St. James remarked.
Again her hand slapped down on the perfect ass. Again and again. Her arm was powerful. She had surprising strength for such a lean little woman. And on her face there was the meanest look Mr. Warren had ever seen.
He hated her. He hated her more than he had ever hated anyone in all his life.
"You bitch," he thought to himself and did all he possibly could to control himself.
With all his might he held himself back now. He knew that there was really nothing he could do.
He could hear Marcy Lee's muffled cries. It broke his heart to think she was in pain.
And Marcy Lee was terrified. She had never been treated like this before in all her life.
'This is for being a cock tease," Miss St. James cried.
Marcy Lee had no idea of what was going on. Never did she see herself as one. Never in a million years.
The charges seemed so unjustified and her ass felt so terribly sore. Her eyes filled with tears and she wept bitterly.
She knew that she was bound tightly for she had tried terribly hard to move into a different position.
She was stuck, however, with the feeling of intense burning and pain. And there seemed to be nothing that she could possibly do.
She tried desperately to use her mind now to escape the pain. She had remembered how she had burned her hand only a week ago. It stung so terribly, just the way her raw little ass slung now. And what she did was tell herself that it did not exist.
She tried to do this now. But it was hard to concentrate and her positive thinking just didn't seem to be working.
She tried to fight. But then after a long inner struggle she gave up and surrendered totally to the situation. It was at that point that the burning stopped. It was at that point her sanity returned and her anxiety went away. Miss St. James was sensitive to her victim. She considered herself a professional at discipline and knew just when her torture was getting less effective.
So she suddenly stopped. Mr. Warren could not look. He had turned his head after he had seen her raw ass turn bright red. It was just more than he could take.
"I think the little cock tease may be ready for some more advanced work."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, my main charge against her is that she is a cock tease."
"Marcy Lee is a very pretty girl. It really is not her fault that men and boys run after her."
"And whose side are you on."
"The side of justice."
"Very noble words ]indeed. But that I imagine means that you are on my side."
"Let's hear what you consider more advanced stages of discipline."
"First I would like to add that Marcy Lee is not only a cock tease, but she is a cunt tease -as well."
"Whatever you say," he said, trying to be patient. He just wanted to get on with it. Soon, he figured the time would pass and the ordeal would be over.
What he didn't understand. was that the bitch had just begun.
"I want at least ten young men in this room."
"What?"
"You heard me. Humiliation is always so much better when there is an audience."
"Please. I really think that we should keep this among ourselves."
"I'm giving the orders around here."
He realized that there was no way out. She was pulling all the strings and he. was no more than a puppet, a pawn in her hands.
He went out into the other room and made an announcement over the loud speaker.
The first ten names he could think of he called out.
It made him terribly uncomfortable to think that the situation would be open now. There was no way that the whole school would not find out now. And he knew that before he was through the Board of Education would be on his back. It was illegal to hit students in a public school. That law had been passed many years back. He himself had attended a strict religious school as a boy and he remembered the cruelty of his teachers who were allowed to do what they wanted to the students.
He still had scars on his hands from the lashing he got from a ruler. And the scars within his heart were even greater. It made this situation all the more difficult for him to tolerate. And why he was going along with it as much as he was he found very hard to explain even to himself.
It was like a can of worms and nothing could stop it now that it was open. He seriously wondered if he wouldn't have been better off letting her cut his throat. For certainly he knew that when the Board of Education found out what was going on there would be an even greater price to pay.
The boys called on the loud speaker came into the room slowly. It was rather fascinating to observe their shocked faces as they saw the tied up naked girls. Marcy Lee was on her stomach and it was difficult at first to make out exactly who it was.
Each one gasped and blushed. It took about ten minutes before all ten of them were gathered in the room.
"We've called you all here today for a very serious reason," Miss St. James said as she kept her eyes lowered, trying to detect whether or not any of the boys were having hard-ons. There was a lot of nervous coughing going on now in the room as she continued with her little, very formally delivered speech.
"You may all recognize that the girl to my right here is Marcy Lee."
A couple of the boys who had not recognized her at first let out a loud gasp.
"As you all know, Marcy Lee is the biggest cock tease in the school."
Now there was a lot of hushed muttering.
"Well, if any one has anything to say, would -you please step forward so that we can all hear it."
Suddenly there was silence.
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
"I have taken it upon myself to punish Marcy Lee, I feel that she has imposed many uncomfortable feelings on both the men and some of the women in the school."
Miss St. James' eyes now looked over to Ellen and Joanie.
"And you may be wondering what :these two little ladies are doing all tied up here."
"Punishment I assume," said a rather handsome young man named Brad.
"Yes. Of course punishment. That is what is going on here, Bradley," she said sarcastically.
The young man literally shook in his shoes.
And she loved the power that she held. The bitch knew that everything was in her hands and this was exactly the way she liked it to be.
She often talked about how different things would be if she ran the school. She believed that she should be principal and that the only thing that was holding her back was the fact that she was a woman.
In her eyes, she saw this as a situation that would intimidate the school to such an extent that her power would become totally obvious and she could take over.
Her plan of course was not very worked out. A school was not quite like a country where you could declare yourself a dictator and take over with your own army. But in her heart she was a little Hitler. In fact that was the name they often called the old bitch behind her back. And part of the joke of course was the fact that she did have a moustache.
But at this point she realized she was making the young men before her just a little too anxious. She realized that she would have to calm them down before she really worked them up to a crescendo.
"Now calm down boys. I don't want any of you to start thinking that I want any of your ass."
They had never heard the proper conservative woman use language like this and they found it very shocking. She of course did not realize the full effect of her language- and just continued to organize the group.
"In fact I intend for you guys to have yourselves a real hay day. This has all been arranged for your pleasure."
What Miss St. James did not understand of course was the fact that the young men in the room .did not feel any hostility for the lovely young ladies in the room. In fact Marcy Lee was a good buddy. She was a good friend to the guys as she was a good friend to woman. In fact they always sensed that she was a little shy.
And they were a smart bunch of guys. It was pretty hard to pull the wool over their eyes. And as sure as hell, they knew that St. James was nothing more than jealous of their pretty chum.
Again, Miss St. James made a big point of saying that it was all going to be a lot of fun and games. They would have all-left the room, they would have all turned on her and maybe spit in her face, but they did feel that she had the backing of the principal who was being forced into a position of saying that he was going to expel any of the boys who were unwilling to cooperate.
"Jordon, I think you'll 'be first," she said.
"Why me. What do you want me to do."
"I have chosen you because you seem to have the biggest hard-on."
"No I don't," he insisted.
The old woman pressed her hand down to his crotch. The other boys began to giggle and laugh."
"You see. All your friends agree. They're even laughing at you and you're still hard."
"No, I'm not," Jordon insisted.
He was such a meek frail young man of average height. The fact of the matter was that he really was not hard at all. He was too terrified to be hard. But he just naturally had a rather large dick and even when he was not erect he looked like he was stiff.
"Now stop lying to me, Jordon," she said firmly.
"I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth." She became furious. Her blood began to boil.
"If there's anything I can't stand it's when people lie to me. I've had enough of this. I want you to pull down your pants right now."
"No, I won't."
"Don't get tough with me young man. You don't know who you've started with."
And the truth was that he did not know. For she would not leave him alone until he pulled his pants down and showed the big cock that she knew full well to be stiff.
"Now, Jordon. I am doing this all for your benefit."
He too became furious. He knew that he was not stiff and now he was going to prove it to her.
Suddenly he unzipped his fly and pulled out his meat. There was a lot of it. But he was definitely correct. It was not stiff.
With a big grin on his face now, he shook his soft meat for all to see. And there must have been at least twelve inches of it.
And all wondered just how enormous that dick must be when it was stiff.
Even Miss St. James wondered. And she wasn't as usually interested in cocks.
Everyone started to giggle now.
It took a lot to finally shut them up.
"I'm very sorry," she suddenly said, pulling back.
Then she realized that she had better not lose control. She had to keep her front at all cost. And the best thing to do in a dictator's role is to punish the victim for making her look like a fool.
No justice, was the rule of a good dictator. This was not the place for rational thought.
"Alright. So make it stiff," she said harshly.
Jordon was shocked.
No one had ever spoken to him in' this manner before. And he certainly could not imagine that these words were coming from Miss St. James.
He stood there for a moment.
The room was totally silent.
Then the principal spoke.
"And what do you expect the young man to do. He said he was limp and now how do you expect him to get suddenly hard."
"Shut up, Warren, or I'll have your neck. You know I have more on you than you imagine. I have plenty of information and proof of your goings on that I now you would not like to get into the hands of the Board."
He shook. He did not know exactly what she had on him. But what she was saying now was exactly what he feared.
He pulled back and did exactly what she said. He shut up.
"Now we are all going to watch as Marcy Lee gives Jordon a blow job. And I am going to give her a good spanking at the same time."
She moved over to Marcy Lee and put her over her lap once more.
Her ass was really red and now the teacher was going to bum it to a crisp.
Marcy continued to moan. But she knew that there was nothing she could do.
"Take out the rag from her mouth," St. James demanded.
No one stirred.
"You, Warren. Take out the gag.
Slowly, intrepidly, Warren moved over to Marcy Lee. He gave her a long sympathetic look to reveal to her his compassion. He had great affection for the girl and it was breaking his heart to see her treated in this terrible way.
"It will all be over very soon," He whispered in her ear."
"It's not for you to give the girl any comfort," the old frustrated woman said in a nasty tone.
When the gag was out, Marcy's screams were loud and audible.
"You will stop that screaming right now," the woman demanded.
But still she continued. "You can replace that gag with your cock," she told Jason.
It was all so strange. Many times the young man had fantasized about what it would be like to get sucked by the pretty blond girl. But never did he imagine that his secret thoughts would vividly be exposed.
It was hard for him to imagine that he would get stiff under these conditions. But it seemed that as soon as he got into her mouth he started to swell.
It was the very first time that the sixteen year old had ever had a blow job. He wondered as she sucked him nicely if he was awake or dreaming.
"Eeeew," he cried.
"Are you hard yet?" she asked as she slapped the raw ass again.
"Get out so we can all take a look."
But Marcy was sucking on him so fabulously that he did not want to pull out.
And then when he tried, she was sucking him as hard as a vacuum cleaner.
"Eeeew," he moaned over and over again. It really felt good.
"Pull out!" she cried.
She really wanted to get a good look at the young man's dick. She knew it was huge and her curiosity was mounting.
Now he was ramming it hard into Marcy's mouth. And she seemed to be taking it real well.
Marcy Lee had learned a little trick when she had burned her hand a week ago. It had seemed like a terrible thing when it had happened and she had been in pain all day. But it seemed as if the experience had helped her in another way.
She had learned to deal with pain. She had learned to relax and just let it all happen. And that was how she was dealing with the situation now. It was true that she had no choice. She was bound tightly, under the control of a vicious woman. But she did have one choice and that was to either feel pain or allow the experience to pass away into some form of pleasure.
So with all the power in her soul she now relaxed. She began to feel comfortable. She did not mind at all that the young man was thrusting his huge rod deep into her throat.
In fact, miraculously almost, she had managed to allow for the huge rod to go all the way down her throat.
"Oh no. I don't believe she's swallowing me."
They all stood close now. They saw the way the big sausage was going all the way down. It was the most amazing thing to all of them. None of the young men had ever been sucked and some might not get sucked again for years. So they all knew that this was quite an experience. They were all looking forward to their turn now.
"How does it feel, Jordon?" one of the other young men asked.
He could not answer.
He was so lost in his great ecstasy.
Then suddenly, he pulled out. He knew he was just about to come. And he was too considerate to empty his hot wad of come in Marcy Lee's mouth. It was hard to control himself for that extra split second. But he did manage to do it.
He cried, "Excuse me," as he shot his wad in her pretty face.
There was a great deal of muttering in the room now. Some claimed they saw a cock fifteen inches long while others said it was at least sixteen.
Jordon's cock shriveled down to its usual twelve inches and he returned it back to his pants.
Miss St. James was so busy with Marcy Lee's ass, really slapping it around. But. she realized that the girl had a new tolerance to pain. She would have to figure out something new. But the old bitch had no idea, what the new discipline would be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The temperature in Mr. Wallace's office must have risen ten degrees as the group of sixteen year old young men watched Jordan get sucked by the bound and beautiful young woman.
Each one secretly wished to have the same occur to them, Each one yearned now to have their hard pricks deep inside Marcy Lee's beautiful mouth.
The young blond woman who was being brutally punished for what Miss St. James considered to be a cock tease, now was reversed over to her back.
Her perfect breasts were covered with a thin layer of sweat and her body seemed to shimmer in the sunlight now piercing through the open window.
A cool breeze drifted in. It was a refreshing relief for Marcy Lee who felt as though she was burning up.
How terribly red her ass had become from the constant spanking by Miss St. James. And even Miss St. James suffered from a hot and tired palm. But the old bitter woman was not complaining. She felt as though she was very much in her glory. She had never had such full, complete control. She had never been given such power over her students.
And now that she was allowed to decide on proper and appropriate punishment for what she considered vulgar actions on the part of the young woman, she felt a great sense of completeness and satisfaction.
Some people wait all their lives to find out what they are destined to do; And when it finally occurs, they feel as though they had worked and waited for that one special moment.
This was how Miss St. James felt. But the thrill that she was experiencing now was as sexual as it was emotional. It was true that she would never admit it, but her cotton panties were extremely wet. There was no doubt about it. She certainly would never admit to being horny. At least she never called it that. Her sexuality always transformed itself into fits of rage and anger. So it must be understood that what was happening now was deeply and intensely sexual.
Her slapping the bare ass of the beautiful young woman was as sexual as Jordon coming in Marcy Lee's face. The only difference was that one was willing to admit it and the other wasn't.
For Jordon it was the best sexual experience of his life. He could hardly remember ever being filled with such incredible lust. He had never actually had a woman. Only in his dreams. And his biggest sexual thrill in life was to buy a sex magazine.
He would take it home, under his coat and sneak it into his house, hoping his mother would never see. The secret of it all was as exciting and intriguing as, as the pictures themselves, which of course he always loved. He enjoyed pumping on his cock as he read the .magazines late into the night.
He remembered now seeing pictures of kinky sex where women were chained and bound. He remembered how shocked he was to see them victimized in such a way. But he also recalled that it was rather exciting, though admittedly in a perverse way. But still it had been enough to make him come. He didn't come as hard that night as he did just a few minutes ago. But it was one of the best times when he was all alone.
It was difficult for Jordon, or any of the other boys for that matter to really understand what was taking place. It was irrational and definitely weird for the teacher to be taking such action against the young woman.
She called it discipline, but Jason saw right through it. He realized that it was the very depths of depravity. He realized the woman had a sick and hateful mind. Oh, sure, he rather enjoyed being involved with the situation. He even felt a bit guilty for the kind of pleasure he was feeling. His mind tried to block the fact that his cock was already getting hard and that he was getting turned-on.
"Now it is your turn," the old bitch suddenly said.
There had been quiet in the room for quiet a few moments as she had been deep in thought, trying to figure her next move.
The sudden interjection of her loud and rasping voice was enough to startle anyone.
Each boy looked to one another. She had not specifically said who she meant was next.
There was a feeling a fear and of lust that filled them all at the same time. In a sense it did seem dreadful to have to be sucked right in front of every one in the room.
Even to the naughtiest, the raunchiest in the room, sex always seemed to be a very private matter and it was just not something you did in front of a group of men. At least that was the way they had always thought. It was true that their feelings would eventually be changing.
But at the very same time that they were filled with fear, the boys did lust after Marcy Lee. And each one, secretly, wished for their-turn.
So when Miss St. James said it was another's turn, all looked up terribly startled.
"I am speaking to you," she said to the principal, Mr. Warren.
"Me?"
"You heard me."
"But you can't expect..."
"And why not."
"You can't expect a man in my position to pull down his pants in front of the students of his school."
"And why not?"
She was really looking forward now to doing a little dominating with Mr. Warren. He had bossed her around plenty in his time and she was looking forward to making a fool of him.
"You just can't expect a man in my position..."
She liked hearing him talk about his so called important position as principal. For she-knew if she kept up her work, it would not be long before he was replaced. And her every hope now was that he would be replaced by her.
The boys began to giggle.
"Will you all shut up," she said in a high shrill tone.
Immediately there was silence in the room and once again you could actually hear a pin drop.
"Now I want you all to watch carefully as Mr. Warren pulls down his pants. Shall we try and guess what kind of underwear he wears."
She was really enjoying herself. She was beginning to feel that she really did have the talent she thought for this kind of dominatrix work. She knew just how to put the pressure on. She knew exactly how to humiliate. It all felt so right. And it was making her excited.
Yes. There was no doubt about it. Miss St. James had found her thing. And as she continued to deliver her punches, as she continued to rip Mr. Warren's ego into shreds, she felt more and more pleasure.
Suddenly there was an even more intense feeling of sexuality within her, though she would never ever call it that.
Her pussy felt very wet and there was a dripping of hot juices down her thigh. For the first time in her life she yearned to be touched. She felt an urgent desire to have her cunt filled. She didn't think she really wanted the fullness of a male cock. The poor woman really didn't quite know what she wanted. It was as though she was a young woman who had just entered puberty and was feeling sensual and lusty for the first time.
What was actually happening to her now was that this situation of power was giving her a whole new feeling of self worth and it was this of course, more than anything else that-^vas really turning her on now.
The throbbing inside her cunt suddenly increased. She did not know quite what to do. If she was to leave the room and go to the ladies room where she could rub her cunt for a while, she would be taking the terrible chance of having the group go wild.
That would be dangerous.
No. She could not take that chance. She had to keep the order. She had to keep the control over the situation.
Then suddenly Donald, a short little redhead called out for Mr. Warren to pull down his pants and her mind was returned to her intention.
"Yes, Warren," she said. "Let's take a look at your little pecker."
"It's not a little pecker," he snapped defensively.
Suddenly he stood back. He did feel frightened. What was happening here. Why had he ever given this bitch control. There was no doubt in his mind now that he had most definitely created a monster. A terrible, ugly old woman of a monster who would not be finished with her game until she had each and every one of them under her control. It became obvious to Warren now that she would not be satisfied until she had whipped his ass as well.
"Well let's take a look at that pecker of yours," she snapped.
"Yes. Let's see Warren," Joe cried out excitedly.
Mr. Warren drew back into the corner of the room. The group followed him and stood all around.
"I showed you all my cock. It's not fair," Jordon said, getting carried away by the excitement in the room.
He saw he had not choice, just as he had no choice before. Where would it all stop? She was a crazy woman and he had no place to run. Literally he was cornered.
"Ah, yes," she said as she saw Warren put his hand to his zipper.
Slowly he moved the zipper of his fly down his pants. Then he dipped his hand into his pants and pulled out his dick.
It was rather limp from fear and it did not look more than a few inches in length. He was considered to be a good size when he was hard, but he seemed quite little now that he was soft.
If only he wasn't so frightened, he knew that he could get it up. But then he remembered all the activity he had over the last few hours.
Certainly, he had his jollies.
Now he was paying a price for it.
"I didn't lie when I told you all he had a .little pecker," she said proudly to the gang.
He prayed with all the power in his soul that he could get it up. But the more he tried, it seemed harder to do. In fact he only got a bit more limp.
"Let's see you get it up, Warren."
She knew it was working. This was the perfect humiliation. Even if he had a large dick when he was stiff, nothing could be more humiliating than to show how limp he really was. Nothing could be more offensive to him. and certainly there would be no way at all that he could get hard while she was humiliating him in this way.
He now held his soft piece firmly in his hand.
"Let's see you get it up," the group of young men cried, really getting into the spirit of the occasion.
He held his dick firmly in his hands and started to rub real hard on it.
Over and over he pulled his piece. It stretched out like a piece of slat water taffy that had been sitting in the morning sun.
It was possible to stretch it pretty far. But he could not get it stiff. He could not .get it at all hard.
"Oh," he cried in desperation. It was just terrible.
Marcy Lee looked up at him. she was sitting only a few feet away. She had fully awakened from her stupor and was beginning to understand more of what was going on. She realized that Warren was being put into a difficult situation. And even though she felt in some way that it was his karma, that he had definitely created this situation, there was a deep compassion which she felt for him now.
It was only vaguely that she could remember how his lovely cock had been so very stiff.
Marcy Lee remembered how nice and full it was. It had felt good to have him in her mouth. She remembered how she liked to suck on him. His cock had grown just like a snake inside her mouth, filling her with a great feeling of sensuality and lust.
And she thought, now bound tightly to the red leather chair of how he had entered into her hungry pussy. Just thinking about this now increased her body heat and filled her with a deep and very sensual feeling.
She thought now about how much she would enjoy a hard stiff cock right inside her, twisting and turning and really rubbing her pussy meat.
"Eeeew," she moaned as she tried to rub the lips of her pussy close together.
She did not mean for anyone in the room to hear her. She did not mean to reveal her lusty feelings. If they came now, it was only to take away the pain of her burning ass that Miss St. James had mashed so well.
As Marcy Lee moaned, deep in thought of her lovely erotic experience with Mr. Warren, the group turned to watch the beautiful young woman.
It was as though they could not get enough of her. Their eyes, as large as pools, drew her in and wished her for themselves.
"Ah. Look at that little cock tease. You see how she works. She thinks her little sighs and her moans are going to work to turn you all on."
Miss St. James took a look at the crotches of the ten boys. She could see their dicks beneath their pants standing at attention.
"And all of you little squirts are nothing but a bunch of fools. Look at the way you fall for her act. Look at the way you let her turn you on. Don't you realize the distraction a woman like this is in your young lives. Don't you realize how she takes your mind off your studies. A young cock tease like this must be punished. We must give her what she wants. We must give her an overdose of her desires so that she can be purified of her lust."
Miss St. James took a deep gasp after she finished her little speech. There was great emotion in her voice. Her hand reached for her heart. She was now trying hard to calm herself as it seemed that she was deeply thrown by the impact of the situation.
It looked to everyone that she was about to collapse or even have a heart attack. And it seemed to be almost with her last breath of air that she demanded all the boys to take down their pants.
They did this willingly of course. Now they really were beginning to get into the spirit of the situation.
"Looks like we're all in for some good fun," one fellow said.
"Yeah. Some good fucking."
Joe gasped his cock and got it even harder as he pumped. Each young man looked over to the other to see who was the most stiff, to see who had the longest prong.
There was no doubt about it. There was a nice group of cocks. Everyone was stiff. No one was less than seven inches long. And for the most part they were nearer to ten inches in length.
Miss St. James tried hard now not to stare. But she had never been in a situation like this before. How very proud she was of her highly creative nature to have thought of such a fabulous activity.
Yes, she always believed that one created his own reality. Life is a game that should be played, she used to say. But now that she knew what her sport was, she was finding out what turned her on and she felt even more satisfied than she did only a few minutes before.
"Oh yeah, it feels good," Jordon said as he got his cock nice and hard again. He thought he might have a little problem in getting it stiff once again. But there was such a feeling of sensuality filling the room now that it was declared that it was their responsibility to give Marcy Lee an over dose of her desires.
"I want to go first," cried Elvis.
"I think the largest cock should go first," Jordon cried.
He knew that there was no cock in the room that could compare to his.
Joey started pumping harder. He was almost certain that he could get it up another inch.
"If you're not careful, you could shoot off even before you get it in her cunt."
"And who said anything about us putting it in her cunt," another fellow called out.
"Why didn't you hear what she just said?"
"We're all going to get to fuck her good."
"Let's take a bet on who can fuck her longest," Elvis cried out excitedly. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be able to keep it up the longest. For he knew that it often took him an hour or so to jerk off. In fact he almost thought it was a problem. He would be kept up way past his bed time watching for his wad of cream to pour out the tip of his dick.
But now he was beginning to suspect that it would turn into a real talent. From the books like sex manuals he had read, he knew that it takes a woman a long time to reach an orgasm and it is always much better if a man could keep it up for a long period of time.
The competitive spirit had taken them all over now. They were enjoying the little game. Almost as much as Miss St. James, who felt herself to be almost an orchestra leader, conducting the band of cocks.
"Yes, we have some fine cocks here, don't we?" she said taking a better look.
Everyone was nice and hard. Everyone except for Mr. Warren who was still limp.
"And what are we going to do with you? Our mighty principal who can't manage to get it up?"
He looked at her with a very blank expression. Things had gone beyond even the level of a nightmare. He was numb. As numb as Marcy Lee's behind.
They all looked at Marcy Lee. She had stopped her sexual moaning. But her body looked so ripe. Her soft olive skin looked full and lush beneath the tight cords that bound her now. There was not a man in the room who did not yearn, lusting for her body.
"Marcy Lee," the woman said in her usual bitchy tone.
"I think you're just going to have "I think you're just going to have to give this man a blow job."
Miss St. James spoke words she had once never dared to say. But it all seemed like nothing more than professional shop talk to her now.
"Do you want to give him a good suck, Marcy Lee."
The truth was that she did. She felt sorry, terribly sorry for this man who could not get his dick hard.
She knew that all it would take was one long hard suck, and he would be as hard a rock.
"Yes. I can do it," she said obediently.
"That's the spirit my child."
And Miss St. James was feeling extra good, she like to know that Marcy Lee had reached the point of obedience. Yes. There was no doubt in the mind of the old horny bitch, who would have loved to have her own cunt fucked real good, that Marcy Lee was like putty in her hands.
And this, in fact, was exactly how she wanted it.
"I'll suck him," she said.
The group began to mutter.
Everyone was anxious for their turn.
"Do you think we'll get the same chance?" Elvis whispered to Joey.
"I want to get to ram my cock in her cunt," Joe answered.
I hear it's better up the ass," another whispered.
"Up the ass?"
"Yes. There was a whole article about it in Happy Girl magazine."
"I never heard of such a thing," the little redhead said.
"It's supposed to feel good and tight and real warm."
"I've never even had a pussy yet."
"I want to come in her mouth," Jordon whispered.
"You had your chance to come in her mouth. Why didn't you take the chance while you had it?"
"I guess I was afraid. Or maybe embarrassed."
"Which one, jerk? Afraid or embarrassed."
"Gosh, I don't know. I guess I was feeling both. You know I didn't want to offend her by filling her mouth with a lot of sperm."
"So you think it was the more gentlemanly thing to squirt it off in her face."
"I didn't aim for her face. I didn't have enough time and it just kind of squirted out there."
"And what would have been so wrong with filling her mouth with a wad of your hot come."
They all giggled after Elvis asked this question.
It was an undecided question. No one quite knew the answer as to whether or not it was polite or not to squirt come into a Lady's mouth.
"I guess Emily Post hasn't come up with the answer on that yet."
"Maybe we should write a letter to Dear Amy and find out what she thinks."
"Dear Amy ..."
The boys began to giggle again. They sounded worse than a bunch of woman.
Then suddenly Miss St. James stood up and blew a silver whistle that she wore around her neck, along with her rimless glasses.
"Let's have a little order in this room, please," she called out.
It was as though she was a master of ceremonies, now announcing her next act.
They all watched as their beloved principal, Mr. Warren stepped forward for his limp dong to be sucked.
He had his firm bare ass that was nice and round facing them.
"Could you move around so that we can have a clear view," Elvis demanded.
"You boys are a bunch of spoiled brats. If you don't all stop your heckling and merry making-and start to take this situation a bit more seriously.
"I think we'll have to do a bit of punishing on your own behinds."
Their young bodies cringed. There was not one among them who cared to endure her lash. She had a hard hand . and spanking was not what they were into.
"Now if you boys want to get a good look at what is going on you'll all have to step around here."
She motioned where they should get themselves into position.
They moved quickly into place.
"Eeew," Mr. Warren moaned.
"Well, I'm glad you're having a good time of it Mr. Warren," the bitch remarked. She was reaching her depths of depravity. She had one thing on her mind. She could care less if Mr. Warren got hard or not. Though it was her bet that he would remain limp all day. And she knew exactly why. She knew he had been fucking around all day.
"He'll pay for all the days he spends jerking off," she told herself. Yes, she wanted revenge. She wanted to get back at this man. It was of course, his job that she coveted. But she was out to bring him personal shame and embarrassment. But even as he endured her rude mouth, he knew the situation could be worse. She could really have the goods on him. This was bad. But it was still not half as bad as it could be.
"Keep sucking on that little cock of his, Marcy Lee."
Her cheeks were sore from so much sucking.
She was really working hard.
"Eeeew," he moaned. It did feel real good. But it did not seem at all possible now to get any power into that cock of his. It was soft flesh and it was like kneading a piece of rubber in her mouth.
Over and over she worked on him inside her mouth.
Then suddenly it started to swell.
"Eeew," he cried. It was obvious to him that he was now starting to get hard. A rush of energy ran to the head of his piece and it began to stretch.
"Oh, yeah..." he cried.
He loved the way it felt. It was just incredible.
"Suck me baby. Suck me good."
And she did. Even though her cheeks were tired and sore she continued to work him over well. Then she felt it swell and she felt it stretch.
It was the most incredible feeling in the whole world to know that she had the power to make him so extremely excited.
Yes. Marcy Lee liked to suck cock. She knew she was good at it and she did it very well.
Over and over she did it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was only a matter of minutes before Mr. Warren was nice and hard, and raring to go. Proudly he thrust his cock all the way to the very back of Marcy Lee's lovely wet mouth.
And she was proud herself. For she knew that few women could have gotten that cock up so nice and hard.
"Ah, yeah. Suck that cock of mine," he cried over and over again.
He really wanted her to swallow him, just the way he had seen Jason do.
"Swallow me. Take me all the way down into your throat," he cried.
"I'll have none of that," Miss St. James suddenly snapped.
Mr. Warren had nearly forgotten that the old bitch was in the room. Her shrill voice startled him and for a minute he pulled back.
His prong came out of Marcy Lee's mouth in a hurry. All eyes were on his dick.
"You see I do have a big dick," he said proudly.
It was true. His dick really was quite large. It was at least ten inches long and would have made any man proud.
Miss St. James suddenly felt angry. It bothered her to be shown up. She was hoping that the principal would be humiliated to the extent that he would be limp all afternoon.
Now he had the best of him. She felt rather strange. The, boys were laughing hard and she had the distinct feeling that they were laughing at her.
"Shut up you brats," she cried. For a minute she thought she would break into tears.
She knew she had to maintain control. She knew that it could be dangerous now to show any sign of weakness.
So she moved quickly over to her attach� case.
She pulled out what looked to be a band then suddenly if was obvious to everyone in the room that it was a cat of nine tails that she held in her hand.
Every cock quivered. But still, most of them stayed hard and firm. The excitement of the situation was still great and highly erotic. In fact the black whip seemed to arouse some much more as they had fantasies of watching Marcy Lee get it again in the ass.
Now it was not that any of them did not have warm protective feelings toward the lovely blond girl who they considered to be one of their best chums.
But the fact remained that the situation was all so highly erotic that even the whip took on a sexual air.
Marcy was the one who cringed the most. She knew just who was going to get it on the ass. And it sure was going to burn. It would hurt much more than the fierce hard flesh of Miss St. James hand.
She started to cry.
"Shut up you little cock tease," the old bitch shouted in her ear.
But Marcy Lee could not stop the endless flow of tears. Nor could she stop her wails.
"Don't hit me with the whip. Please anything but the whip."
Miss St. James Hovered over the young beauty now. Without any compassion in her heart she lashed the whip on the young girl's red behind.
The pain which Marcy Lee was now experiencing was indeed more terrible than anything she had ever imagined.
Her ass literally burned. It felt as though the whole world was within the skin of her ass as the harsh leather whip lashed down on her.
All could see how red her skin was. One more crack it it looked like there would be blood.
"Oh, no, she's going to rip her skin apart," one of the fellows cried out.
Mr. Wallace trembled. It looked like the party had come to an end. He was just about ready to put a stop to this. He refused to allow this insane old cunt to continue on.
No longer did he care what she had on him. For all he knew she might have him fired. But if this was to continue it looked like the Board would find out and he would be fired any way. He never imagined that this was the plan of the old frustrated bitch.
"Put that whip down right now," he demanded of her.
But the old woman continued slapping it hard against the ass of the lovely young girl.
"Look how excited she is," Elvis remarked.
"If she was a man, I'm sure she'd have a stiff cock."
"Ha! Who knows, maybe the old fart is a man underneath it ail."
They all began to giggle. And usually when the boys got like that she would suddenly stop everything she was doing and pick up her whistle to get them to come to attention.
But she was so deeply engrossed in her work now that she did not stop for a minute, "Let's rip off her clothes," Joey suggested.
"Yeah. Let's get a good look at her body."
"Please," Elvis quipped. "Who wants to look at it. She's so boney."
"I'd like to take the whip and smash her behind."
"I think I'd like to fuck her face but good," the little redhead cried out as he played with his stiff dick that looked so large compared to his small body.
"Yeah. Let's rip off her clothes and fuck her in the ass," Elvis suggested.
"You can have her ass. I'll take the mouth and Joey can have her dried out cunt."
"Bet you'll never get her juices to flow, Joey," Elvis said, laughing at the same time.
"I don't see what could be so great about her asshole."
"It's going to feel hot and tight to my cock. Besides, I'd like to give her a little torture, I think she should have a taste of her own medicine."
"The old fart face," another added.
And as each one talked about what they'd like to do to Miss St. James, the fury rose in the room. The spirit of youthful enthusiasm reached a greater and greater peak.
"Yeah, come on gang. Let's get her."
Miss St. James was lost in another world. She was feeling so confident. She was feeling so especially good about herself. And she was so convinced that she held the young men right in the palm of her hand.
Never could she have imagined in a million years that the boys would suddenly pounce on her.
Mr. Warren moved over to the other end of the room. He saw exactly what was about to happen. He saw the beginning of a mutiny. He decided to get Joanie and Ellen in on it. They lay together tied up by the thick ropes he had bound them with.
"Don't worry girls," Mr. Warren whispered in their ear. "Everything is going to take a turn now. Everything is going to be alright,"
The two lesbians had taken refuge in each other's arms and were covered with sweat. They had been terribly fearful that they too would receive the whip.
"Calm down," he told them as he undid the cords.
He struggled for a few moments. But after some time he managed to get them undone and back on their feet.
It was only another moment before the ten naked young men were pouncing on the back of the old woman.
They howled and they hooted as they tore off her clothing.
And they moved so swiftly that she hardly knew or even understood what exactly was happening to her.
But soon she realized just what was going on and she let out a horrible scream. It was the hideous scream of one about to die.
"Help...leave me alone you bastards."
But they only continued.
"Get that whip," Elvis yelled out.
"Yeah, the whip," Joey screamed. He just loved all this excitement.
"Get her down to the ground."
"But first we have to get her clothes off."
Elvis put his hands in front of his eyes dramatically.
"Oh no," he said. "I'm afraid to look. She's such a bag of bone."
Again she started to howl as she realized her terrible body was about to be revealed. And she proved to be quite a strong little creature, as she delivered quite a few punches to the guys beside her.
"Looks like well have to strap her down."
"Someone get the ropes."
"What ropes?"
"There's some in the desk," Marcy Lee instructed. She was still tied up. There hadn't been time to undo her. But she felt every bit a part of the mutiny. As far as she was concerned this should have happened hours ago and she did not understand what had taken so long.
Ellen and Joanie came to her side now. They undid her ropes and comforted her.
"It's all so crazy. I don't understand how any of this ever happened."
"She's a tyrant. That's all. The lady is clearly out of her mind."
"But why didn't someone do something sooner," Marcy Lee cried as she watched the boys pouncing on the old lady's naked body.
"I hope they rip her apart," Joan said to Mr. Warren. But when she heard no answer, she turned to look for him.
It seemed that Mr. Warren had suddenly disappeared. No one had seen him leave. But it was quite understandable why he had. Certainly a man of his position did not want to take the chance of being caught among the group.
And he had no intention of stopping the young boys who were now applying their bare hands to the cruel woman's ass. So he thought the best thing at that point was to just split.
The boys had Miss St. James down on the ground now. Her legs were stretched far apart, her stomach flat on the ground.
Joey pulled her strong lean arms over her head and bound them very tightly together.
"Boy is she powerful. Can you just imagine how hard she hit poor little Marcy Lee," Elvis said.
Elvis pumped his cock and bent his knees forward now. He was getting ready to do exactly what he said he would.
"I can't wait to get this up her ass."
"That should serve her right," Ellen said.
She was terribly relieved that things were working out the way they were. She realized that she could have been the recipient of great pain. "
"Get her boys," Joanie cried.
She was absolutely delighted to see the way Elvis's cock was headed for the bitch's asshole.
"You rotten cunt," another cried.
They were really having a field day.
The little redhead now ran to get a broom.
"I have the best idea of all," he told everyone.
A freckled faced kid named Marvin now had the whip and he was lashing her against her back.
"What are you going to do with that broom stick?"
"Just wait until you see."
The redhead pushed Elvis right out of the way."
"Hey, wait a minute there," Elvis yelped.
"You'll have all day to get that big cock of yours right up her ass."
"But what are you going to do with that?"
"You'll see," he said as he pointed the stick to her opened cunt. He dipped it in, then pulled it out again.
"Why don't you just ram her hard. I'd like to see the old fart get fucked good by the stick."
"Not yet. I have to test something first."
As the redhead pulled out the stick and inspected it, he could see it was very I damp.
"Ah, just what I expected. Exactly what I thought," he said delightedly.
"What's this?"
"Well, it seems it must be true that the other side of the sadist is the masochist."
"I don't understand," Marcy Lee said.
"Well, this stick is wet."
"So, what does that mean."
"It wasn't wet before I put it in, was it?"
"So her cunt is wet."
"Who cares."
"Stick it back in."
"Yeah, let's see you really fuck her with the stick."
"None of you is getting my point."
They all laughed.
"Why don't you try giving her your point," Elvis said, still pumping on his dong. He was moving down holding his dick in position. His aim was perfect as he started to ram his cock right up her ass.
"Woooowww..."
He was going wild, riding her like a bronco in a rodeo.
"Eeew," he screamed.
The redhead continued on meanwhile with his discussion about her wet cunt.
"You see she really loves all this."
"But why would she."
"As I just mentioned a moment ago, the other side-of a sadist is a masochist."
"And what's that."
"It's someone who loves pain. And just look at her face now. Take one look at the way she's getting off on getting fucked in the ass."
It was absolutely true. Her face was all aglow. It was something so incredible to see.
"Fuck the bitch."
"Yeah, fuck her good."
And over and over again, Elvis rammed his big rod all the way up her bowels.
His intention had been to bring her pain. But by the look upon her face it was all too obvious that the old woman was really enjoying it.
It was unbelievable, but definitely true that Miss St. James was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting, especially from the ramming of Elvis's cock.
The girls especially were horrified. It was hard for them to understand how her body could possibly endure what was happening to her.
Over and over again he rammed his spear right up her ass.
It was very difficult to tell who was enjoying it more now, Miss St. James or Elvis.
"Give it to her Elvis. Rip that ass of hers apart."
He wanted to keep it up longer. But he didn't quite know if his prick could hold out. It was filling up and he knew it would be a very short time now before he filled her bowels with his hot come.
He was trying to decide now just exactly where he wanted to shoot his wad. It would be so easy to ram it into her ass and be over with it.
"Come on Elvis. Stop being such a hog. We want a little of that good stuff too," Joey called out.
"Take her mouth."
"I was thinking maybe I would ram into her cunt."
"Well, I'm not in her cunt. I'm in her ass."
"You mother fucker. Don't you think I can see that much."
"Then what the hell do you want from my life."
"Eeeeew," she moaned. "It feels so good. Don't stop what you're doing to me."
The fact that she was suddenly so excited now became a turn on to Elvis. Originally he had intended to really hurt her. But now this sexual response that he was getting was really working to turn him on a lot.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried, over and over again.
"You're going to get it baby. I'm giving it all to you," Elvis cried out now as he shot his hot cream like a sharp bullet all the way deep into her bowels.
Her asshole seemed to pull his large cock in. She had a thousand little spasms that shot off inside her. She moaned and sighed.
Miss St. James did not know it, for it had never happened to her before, but she had just experienced a multi-climax!
Her first one.
"Oh, God that was really great."
And it really was. And whatever that was that she had experienced from Elvis's swift cock she wanted all over again.
She wanted to ask for a cock to take his place. She was so sad when he pulled his long spear out of her, for it had given her great pleasure. She had enjoyed the wonderful feeling of fullness that made her cunt moist for the very first time in her life.
She took a deep breath and let out a very long sigh.
"Ah yea," she said. "That was delicious."
Joey was about to push his way into her ass. But he really did want to get his dick sucked. It would have been much better to have it in Marcy Lee's mouth. It would be a nicer experience indeed. But the group seemed to center around the old bitch now and he didn't want to change the flow of things.
Besides, they all figured, Marcy Lee had endured enough for one day.
They continued with Miss St. James mostly because they were so amazed with her. There very first intention of course had been to get back at the bitch. But she was now filled with such lust that there was really something very erotic about turning her on.
"Let's get out of here."
Marcy Lee was talking to Joanie and Ellen.
The two young women were so engrossed in what was going on now that they hardly heard Marcy Lee's words.
"I can't take any more of this stuff," Marcy Lee said picking herself up. Her body was tired and really hurt.
Finally she did get their attention and motioned to them to leave the room.
"I think you'd better put some clothes on, Marcy Lee," Joanie suggested.
Marcy had been naked for so long that she totally forgot that she was naked.
"I think your clothes are over here," Ellen said as she went over to get them. Gently and carefully, so not to hurt her tired and beaten body, the two women helped her into her things.
"I hope I never see a day like this again," Marcy said as they quietly crept out of the room.
They ran to the bathroom. They hadn't used the toilet all afternoon. They were grateful that the toilet was empty and when they got in they all hugged each other.
"Wow! What we just lived through."
"That was a real nightmare."
"You really got the brunt of it Marcy Lee."
"Let's take a look at your ass."
They moved quickly into one of the stalls where Marcy took off her clothes again to show them the marks on her body.
"Does it look very bad?" she asked.
The truth was that she had marks all over.
"That bitch," Marcy cried.
"Don't worry honey. She's getting hers."
"But she really seemed to be enjoying everything that was happening to her."
"That's because she's a sick perverted woman who takes joy in suffering."
"What really amazed me though is the fact that she likes to suffer!"
"Well, not me."
They soothed her wounds with cold tissue which they wet in the sink. Joanie meanwhile massaged Marcy's neck.
"I really feel that the three of us, have become much closer since this afternoon."
"Are you kidding. We should be close. I mean we lived through what seems like a thousand years together."
"Would you like some pot?"
I've had just about enough of that. I mean that's what started it all for me today."
"I hope you don't feel that we caused trouble for you."
"That's alright. It would have all happened anyway. She's just a crazy bitch and she's always had it in for me. So don't you go around now thinking it's your fault."
Ellen rolled a joint. She needed something to make her relax.
Joanie struck the match for her and. Watched as her friend took a drag.
It was only a short time that they both began to feel real light. Marcy Lee remembered now how good she felt under the stuff. But she decided she was going to make herself feel that way without a drug.
She always hated the idea of being addicted or attached to anything. The temptation was great, but still she managed to resist.
"Are you sure that you don't want to take just a puff," Ellen said offering some to her friend.
"No. It's alright."
"It will take away the pain."
"No. I can deal with it."
There was a nice restful quiet now between the three.
"There's something I want to ask you girls before we go back to class."
"What's that Marcy Lee?"
For a long moment Marcy Lee was very quiet. She looked pretty stoned, just starring off into space. But she was thinking now about whether or not she should go ahead and ask her question.
"Well, what did you want to know Marcy Lee."
"I'm not really sure I should be asking you this."
"Please, go right ahead."
"Well, is it true that I did all those things with you this morning that I think I did."
The two girls giggled.
"Well, tell me," she repeated.
"What do you remember,"^ Ellen said lighting up another joint of marijuana.
"I have this vague memory of the two of you playing with my pussy."
"Did you like the way it felt."
"It's all very vague but I think it really was very pleasant."
Ellen reached over to her again and gave her a kiss on the mouth. Marcy Lee pulled away, feeling somewhat inhibited."
"You liked it when I kissed you before. Why don't you like it now?"
"Maybe it was the drug."
"But you only had a few drags."
"I guess that's all I need to get me high."
"But you know the drug just makes you do things that you really want to do but are afraid of in real life."
"Maybe we should go some place else. We could get caught here again."
"Yeah. And you remember the trouble we got into last time."
"How can I forget," Marcy Lee said. "I still have all my bruises to remember."
"Let's see what she did to your ass."
"It hurts too much to touch it. That bitch. I'd really like to get even with her."
"I think the boys are taking care of her now."
"I'd love to go back in there and see for myself."
"No I'm frightened."
"Don't be silly. What are you so uptight about."
"If you got the spanking I got then you'd be frightened too."
"You know there are some people who love to get spanked."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, there are actually people around who get into pain and can have orgasms just from that alone."
"That's sick I'm not."
"I think those people are called masochists."
"But you know, the other side of every masochist is a sadist."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well a lot of people have an incredible desire to dominate and to hurt. But invariably these same people also like to be punished. Maybe they feel guilt for their sadism. But I'll tell you one thing."
"What's that?"
"I have a very strong suspicion that Miss St. James is really getting off on getting spanked."
"Now I'm getting curious to get back and take a good look."
"Why not. We can take a peak through the window. I think it would be a lot of fun,"
"I wouldn't mind joining in and giving her ass a few cracks myself," Marcy Lee suddenly said."
"I really can't blame you. She really "has-put you through an enormous amount of torture. Are you sure you don't want to go to a doctor to check those wounds. They really looked pretty bad when I saw them last.
Marcy tried to sit down on the toilet seat. But she immediately stood up.
"Ow, I can't believe just how terrible this all feels. I don't think I've ever been in so much pain in all my life."
"Come on," Ellen begged. "Let's get a look at it."
Ellen really did feel incredible concern for Marcy Lee and gently zipped down the fly of her jeans. The she took-hold" of her white cotton panties by the elastic on her waist.
"Please be careful with it," Marcy begged.
Very slowly the young woman peeled down the elastic.
"Owwww," Marcy cried.
Her ass felt terrible raw.
"It hurts and burns so much. I could die."
Her bare ass was burning red.
"Get some water and some paper towels. I can't believe it. It looks like she has a third degree burn."
"Owww," Marcy Lee cried again.
They took some paper towels and soaked them in cool water. Then they applied them to her bare ass.
"Oh, no. It's killing me."
"Try to pretend it feels good."
"Don't be silly. How can I pretend that something that hurts so much actually feels good."
"You have to use your mind," they told her. Suddenly Marcy Lee remembered the time that her hand had burned. She used intense concentration to transform the pain. She had tried to use this same method when she had been vigorously slapped on her ass. But now the pain was so intense that it was pretty near impossible to get her mind t work.
"Here Marcy," Ellen said, giving the beautiful young woman a drag of marijuana.
Marcy took a deep breath and drew the smoke all the way deep into her lungs. She didn't want to use the stuff but she was really feeling desperate now and would do just about anything in the world to get the pain to stop.
"It'll take a few minutes. But this should make you start feeling a lot better."
Ellen know that the drug would do more for Marcy Lee than just take the pain away. She knew that it would make her body feel light and turn her on. It would only be a few minutes before Marcy Lee's twat was nice and wet, flowing with sexual juices. And Ellen wanted very much to reach down between Marcy Lee's legs and to start working on her cunt.
But she knew to wait. She knew it would take a while before the drug actually took effect."
"Oh, yeah. I'm starting to feel much better."
The girls looked at each other now. It was a knowing look. It would be only a few minutes now before her ass could bare the toilet seat. They wanted her down on it, just as she had before so that each one of them could get a chance to work on her twat.
They had planned to place her on the seat themselves.
But suddenly, Marcy Lee got right into position. It was as though she suddenly, under the influence of the marijuana, remembered what had happened with the two lesbians only a few hours ago.
She stretched out her lean thighs. Her blond pubic hair was glistening.
Ellen stretched out her hand now and gently rubbed the lovely twat.
"You have such a beautiful pussy, Marcy Lee."
But the young lovely girl hardly heard the compliment. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be very far off into another dimension of space and time.
"Oh rub me like you did before," Marcy suddenly said.
The two girls looked at each other.
"I guess it worked."
"The stuff is good. It works every time."
"Who goes first," Ellen said, hoping that it would be her. For Ellen was already very hot and excited. Her own twat was throbbing intensely and she wanted desperately to be eaten out herself.
But she knew that it would bring her greater pleasure to work on Marcy Lee right now.
Ellen dipped her fingers into the wet cunt of the young blond woman.
"Oh yes," Marcy cried.
It was such incredible pleasure that she was getting now. And she had suffered so long and so hard. It all seemed that much more intense now. It all seemed that much more wonderful to be touched and to be made to feel so good.
"Oh, don't stop," Marcy Lee cried.
She could feel the wonderful way her pussy lips were quivering. And there was a deep and urgent need to be filled.
Ellen was thrilled by Marcy Lee's response. Never had she imagined that her erotic fantasies of making love with the beautiful young girl would so easily fulfilled.
Her lover watched as Ellen probed her fingers deeply into the wet hungry cunt that yearned desperately to be filled.
"Eeeeew, it feels so wonderful," Marcy Lee cooed over and over again.
With her other hand, Ellen grasped the nipples of Marcy Lee's firm round breasts. She twisted them softly between her fingers.
"Harder!" Marcy Lee cried.
Ellen did not know if Marcy wanted a deeper, harder penetration of her wet cunt or if her nipples yearned now to be bitten.
Ellen twisted Marcy Lee's nipples until they became hard and taut. At the same time she finger fucked her hard.
"Oh, yes," the blond girl cried.
Ellen pulled the red nipples as though they were taffy. It was at that point that Marcy went deep into ecstasy.
"Eat me!" she begged. "Please eat my pussy."
Nothing could have pleased Ellen more. She lowered her head now and placed her firm tongue on to Marcy Lee's clit. She rubbed it very hard and then began to suck. The juices were really flowing.
A soft fragrant mist of eroticism filled the room now and almost seemed to envelope them. It was difficult to tell whether the pungent and very sweet odor was coming only from her twat or was mixed with her gardenia perfume.
Ellen lowered her head to the wet pussy and dipped her fingers in a little further.
"They broke her."
"I can't believe it."
"Take a look."
"Why you are right. They actually broke her hymen."
"The bastards. How could they do a thing like that?"
"Oh, Ellen you almost did it yourself."
"I would never do that. I would never take the responsibility of breaking her hymen. I would do a lot of things. But I would never take away her virginity."
"I wonder who did it?"
"St. James. Who else?"
"I'm sure you're right about that. And I'll get even with her if it's the last thing I do."
"Poor baby. She was probably saving herself for her husband."
"Now I can see why she wants us to thrust so deep."
"You're right. Once a pussy's open it's never the same. They always want the full thing. It a cock or nothing else,"
"And look at this," Ellen said moving her hand deeper and deeper into the girl's twat. "Look how opened she is now. My God. Her twat is like the Holland tunnel. Do you have any idea what it would take to fill that?"
"I have a banana in my purse. Do you want to try it?"
"Why not. It just may be what will work."
Ellen took the banana out of her purse. It was hardly ripe and very firm."
"Oh good. It's a nice big one."
She held it in her hand for a minute, admiring the length of the fruit.
"But let me lick her clit for a while. I really have a feeling to do that now. I'd like to see her come in her clit."
She reached the tip of her tongue to touch the red hot clit ever so lightly. Instantly Marcy Lee felt a thousand spasms go off inside her cunt.
"Thrust into me. Please fuck me," the deflowered woman cried out.
As Ellen licked her clit she lightly stuck her finger into the wet cunt. It was never so moist. It was never so fragrant.
"Eeeew," she cried. "Fuck me."
Marcy Lee spread her legs out wider. The juices were really flowing down her thighs. She was wet and very excited.
Her whole body shook with excitement.
"Fuck me Fuck me. That's all I want. That's all I want in the whole world."
"Give me that banana," Ellen demanded. She looked at it once again before moving it swiftly and deeply into the cunt of the hot and hungry lady.
"Eeeew," Marcy Lee cried. It felt as real as the cock that had been thrust and churned inside her wet cunt just a while ago.
"Don't stop," she begged.
"Look how she loves it."
They both kissed her breasts, softly tenderly as the long hard banana was moving inside the girls fabulous twat. Her hips swayed with excitement moving from side to side.
"Harder. Do it to me harder. I want more."
They did not know if Marcy Lee wanted to get her pussy fucked harder or if it was her nipples that she wanted to get sucked with greater intensity.
They decided to do both.
They started to ram the banana into her real hard.
"Oh, yeah that's incredible." I never felt anything so good in all my life.
And it was true. She did feel fabulous. She felt a rush of erotic energy that ran all the way from her clit to her hard taut nipples.
The girls pulled hard and vigorously on her tits, making them look like stretched taffy. It was hard to believe that she was so excited. It was hard to believe that Marcy Lee could be so incredibly responsive, when only a few minutes back she was terribly inhibited.
"More. Please. Give me more," she cried."
She screamed so hard with excitement that now it became necessary for them to gag her with the wet tissues that they had first applied to her sore bare ass.
"Sorry to do this to you Marcy baby. But it's for your own good."
"You sure don't want to be caught again ^ do you? You know the trouble we all got into the last time," Ellen said, as she stuffed the hard cold paper into the beautifully formed mouth of the young girl.
And at the same time she stuffed her cunt with the banana. She twisted it in and out really driving Marcy Lee into deeper and deeper ecstasy.
Marcy screamed out with pleasure. But her sounds were muffled. Her mouth was stuffed. But she was not at all uncomfortable. No, the pleasure was much too great. She had never been so turned on and so delighted.
She only wanted to make it last forever and she cried and cried for more.
She wanted to tell them not to stop.
"We'll do this to your pussy all day. So just relax," Ellen said. She felt so terribly timed into the girl now. She knew exactly how she was feeling, and she could just sense that any minute now she was about to come.
She took out the banana from the young hungry cunt and replaced it with her own large swift.
This felt even better to Marcy Lee.
"It's a good thing we stuffed her mouth up, because I think she'd be screaming at the top of her lungs with pleasure."
Ellen realized that now she was in a position to do whatever she wanted to Marcy Lee.
She took another look at the banana in her hand that had just been inside the wet cunt. It was covered with thick cream.
She was excited by the idea that Marcy Lee was totally under her control. She tried to think what exactly she could do to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity. It was not that she wanted to hurt the young woman. Oh no, not in any way. But what she did want to do was to take full advantage of the situation to bring them both the greatest amount of pleasure.
She knew in her heart that Marcy Lee was yearning now for greater and greater intensity.
And suddenly, she realized just how she was going to give it to her.
Ellen pushed her index finger deep into Marcy's ass. It was spanking clean.
Then she, moved the banana in to replace her finger.
At first Marcy screamed. It was painful to get her ass filled up with a banana. And even though her mouth was stuffed, the screams were so loud that they could be heard far off into the distance.
"I hope "she doesn't attract any attention."
"Oh, I'm coming she cried," as she felt all the fabulous spasms go off at once. It was an intense and an incredible explosion of delight.
Suddenly there was a fierce knocking at the bathroom door.
"Who's inside that stall?"
It was the voice of Miss St. James.
The two lovely lesbians looked at one another. There was no doubt in their mind now that they were all in store for some more punishment.
If nothing else it had been an intense day. They had come to know the depths of both pain and pleasure.
There was no place to run.
There was no place to hide.
They were totally cornered inside the bathroom stall.
There was nothing short of flushing themselves down the toilet to do so they could escape from the hands of Miss St. James.
Marcy Lee was totally out of it from the drugs she had taken. It only took a few drags for her to get wiped out. The banana was stuck inside her ass.
Ellen swiftly pulled it out as Miss St. James kept banging her heavy hand on the steel door.
"Get out of there this minute you three. I know who you are and I know just what you three dykes are up to."
The girls looked down to the ground and saw the ugly old face of Miss St. James looking up at them.
Their hearts pounded fiercely inside their chests. They knew exactly what was in store for them. It was absolutely terrifying.
Quickly they undid the door and not only did they find the wicked old witch in front of them, but the handsome young principal as well.
"Now do you see that I was absolutely correct. Can you see now that I had told you no lies at all about these young ladies."
He was rather shocked, though not at all judgmental to see it with his own eyes. The sight of Marcy Lee's cunt always brought him the greatest pleasure. And he could fee! his erect cock feel as though it was about to explode with excitement.
All he could think about now was that he wanted to get inside her sweet pussy. He had remembered how he had only a short time ago deflowered her and filled her with enormous pleasure.
Marcy Lee opened up her large blue eyes. They looked like whirlpools taking in an incredible vision.
Her blue eyes locked into his. They spoke the silent language of lust. All she wanted was for his big cock to rip her cunt apart. All she wanted was to have him very deep inside of him.
And she almost said this out loud. If she was not so drugged surely she would have.
"I think it's time that we really see this young lady sufficiently punished."
The principal felt a sudden terror in his heart. He could not bare to see any cruelty inflicted upon her any more.
"I think perhaps I will handle the rest of this Miss St. James."
He was a little worried now that the old witch might protest. For surely he knew how much she loved to whip the bare ass of the beautiful young lady, and he knew too that Marcy Lee's ass was terribly sore. If any more damage was to be done to her body there was no doubt in his mind that she would land up in the hospital, and that they would all be in some pickle.
Much to his amazement, she did .not protest. Actually her hand was sore from all the slapping she had been doing.
"All right," she said. " I will be willing to surrender it all up to you. I will be willing to let you finish her up. But you must make me one promise."
"And what is that?" he said.
"I want to be sure that you will not spare the rod and spoil the child."
"You can be sure I will make good use of the rod," he said, laughing to himself about the double meaning as he felt his own rod swell up beneath his pants.
He only prayed that the gray flannel jacket that he was wearing totally covered up his fine erection. For certainly if Miss St. James was to detect the fact that he was at all sexually excited about what was going on, she would take command again. In a second's notice she would be back in control. He looked at Marcy Lee. Her expression was totally blank as she had absolutely no idea at all of what was ahead for her.
He winked at her quickly, as though trying to assure the lovely young lady that he had no intention of hurting her.
"And I will continue my work on these two little lovelies," Miss St. James said tugging at Ellen and her friend.
Their hearts began to beat fiercely. They knew in just a few minutes their bare asses would be as red and as sore as Marcy Lee's.
"You see the price you pay for just a little bit of pleasure," the old witch said to the two as she tugged them out of the toilet to the other room which she had designated for punishment.
Marcy Lee remained on the toilet seat. Her body trembled.
"Don't worry Marcy Lee. I promised Miss St. James that I would not spare the rod. And I always keep my promise."
His words were so gentle and kind. She felt herself become so much more relaxed.
Suddenly his big dick popped our to his pants.
"Oh, my gosh," she cried as she saw all ten inches saluting her.
"I had no idea that you were so big," she told him.
"I see you forget your lessons quickly." It was time to give Marcy Lee a little refresher course.
She took his cock deeply into her mouth. She sucked on it nice and gently at first and then she built up in intensity, really kneading his thick throbbing piece as though it were a piece of dough.
"Oh, yeah. You do it so great Marcy Lee," he moaned. He started to press it all the way to the back of her throat. He could hardly believe the way it was all being taken in.
"Wow," he cried. "I don't believe it," She had swallowed him totally, taking him down with the greatest ease.
In and out he slid his dick, never having any obstruction. Her throat was very tight and wet. It felt incredibly wonderful.
The intensity of his thrust quickened and he had to make up his mind fast where exactly he was going to deliver his hot wad of come. He thought how nice and tight her cunt would be. He even thought of shooting up her ass, or maybe in her lovely face. Yes, it would be wonderful to coat the little cream puff with some white creamy icing, he thought to himself now.
But he had no choice now. The little cock tease had sucked the big dick all the way down. She kept on swallowing and swallowing. And she did not gag even once as she took all his cream down into her stomach.
