Field trips are always a big event in the life, of the young people in school. A break from the classroom routine and monotony, is something to look forward to.
However, camping out can pose problems, especially when some young and sexually eager boys are involved.
Miss Stevens always enjoyed the field trips too. And, she liked to outdo other teachers on the field trip, as it always impressed the principal, when a display of enthusiasm was manifested on the part of any teacher.
However, Miss Stevens, found herself in a most embarrassing predicament on one field trip. A young, hot blooded student put the make on her. To her surprise, she turned-on with the boy, responding to his sexual advances.
The passionate pull of the boy's cock created desires so strong within the teacher, that she was trapped into having sex with a series of boys.
Having been brought up to recognize the importance of moral codes concerning sex, it did bother her that she seemed to have so little will power when it came to resisting these advances.
Yet, she found she was caught in the passionate pull of these boys, whom she found irresistible.
Eventually, however, she went one step too far. And in that blinding moment of truth, the teacher learned how much havoc and disaster can be brought into one's life, when desire over-throws reason, and sound judgment.
The work of a lifetime was undone, and the teacher became ill at the thought of the mess she'd made out of her life. At that dark point, she had to start all over again, and in a new career.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marilee Stevens had been a New York fashion model whose finely-chiseled artistically beautiful face had graced the covers of some of the leading magazines in America. However, being a fashion model became boresome for her. She decided that she was going to get away from home, as her father was an old fashioned Victorian type thinker. He ruled with an iron hand. Even her mother made her ask permission to do everything but go to the john. It was ridiculous she thought not to be on her own. Because her father was a powerful lawyer with a Wall Street firm, they lived in Connecticut and every night when he'd get home by commuter, she'd have to be on her toes and do everything exactly the way he wanted it. Her father sent her to an all-girl's school, and then to Smith. She went out with quite a few men, but never felt comfortable around them. She still wanted some intellectual development.
Most of the guys were only interested in getting inside her pants. One night after fighting off an Ivy League tackle from Princeton, she was exhausted. The guy had been all hands, and most of the time they were tickling her twat.
Finally, she bit him on the fingers good and hard, and he got the point. He called her a bitch, so she had slapped him across the face.
"If that's the way you want it, you goddamn prude, I'll drive you back to your home," he barked.
"The sooner the better," she shot back. That was when she made her decision to become a teacher. She wanted something more intellectual, more to her liking. She thought it would be fun to be with young people, and teach them how to grow up, not like animals.
However, she was always feeling frustration. As the way men made the sex pitch toward her was anything but pleasurable. It disgusted her. However, there was one man, who wasn't such a crude ape, that did excite her. That was Randy Harvest, and he knew how to take her in his arms and caress her.
One night Randy was running his fingers gently through her hair. He was feeling of her tits, and she got a tingly feeling between her legs. There was no doubt about it, she was turned on in the big way by him.
He picked up on the fact that she was aroused right away and he told her about some of the girls around school who liked him physically, but she-kept insisting she wouldn't do anything with him. And so, that was over. However, she always wondered what it would be like to go further.
When she got busy in the teacher's college, all of her past was left behind her. She was glad it could rest there. However, her honey-blonde hair and her shapely body were always attracting different men to her. This bothered her as she wanted, to be liked for herself, not her body or physical assets. Yet, with blue eyes, fair skin, and blonde hair, she was quite a sex pot, like it or not.
Her first year of teaching brought her many experiences. One she could never forget.
The annual teacher's field trip, where a teacher would take a class out in nature, was something she looked forward to. Yet, it proved her undoing.
One clear star-studded night, when they had put out the campfire on the field trip, and she was almost asleep, she heard some sounds in the tent next door. Suddenly, a young boy, Alan, appeared in the doorway of her tent. Picking up the flap, Alan announced, "They're having a fight in there, teach."
"Alan, you shouldn't burst in on me like this," Marilee said nervously, pulling the blanket over her breasts which were almost naked.
"Sorry to bother you, teach," he said.
Glancing up at Alan, she saw a bit of his cock which was showing between his legs. The pajamas didn't cover it.
"You know, teach, you're really a nice looking person."
"I think you ought to go to bed now," Marilee said quickly.
"Yes, teach," the boy said, and turned around. However, in the middle of the night, she suddenly realized someone was in her sleeping bag with her. Before she could scream, hands were over her face and a voice said, "Don't make any noise."
Marilee Stevens was frightened out of her mind. She didn't know what to do. All at once she felt a naked young boy's body pressing against hers. She thought she would flip out of her mind. However, the huge cock pressing against her vagina was exciting.
The combination of having a young boy's naked body and his huge peter exciting her, was causing her to wish she could have sex. It wasn't a crude ape's brutality, it was a young horny boy with a big prick between his legs.
As his penis brushed up against her vagina, the tingly feeling returned between her legs. No doubt about it, she was getting hotter and hotter.
The boy realized she was a gorgeous 'blonde who was really stacked. And his chest pressed against her breasts. Finally, he told her, "Baby, you're so beautiful. I can't help it."
He plunged his tongue into her mouth and french-kissed her. To her own amazement, she pushed back. Reaching down Alan guided his rod into her slit. As she felt the huge prick sliding in her, her body quivered.
Her arms went around him, and she reached down to grasp his naked buttocks and massage him there.
"Oh, teach, does that ever feel good," the young boy panted as he pushed himself into her.
Now the two of them were uninhibited. She wanted to get it from him as badly as he wanted to give it to her. With every thrust her vagina muscles gripped him.
"Oh, teach, that's beautiful," the boy gasped as he went on screwing her.
They were really going to town at this point. The wild sensations flashing through her body were something she never knew before. Often she used to lie awake nights thinking of sex and how exciting it would be to get fucked. Now, she was embarrassed by this physical relationship. But she was able to vigorously work her snatch around the cock. The boy was getting his good time, and so was she.
As he thrust it between her legs, she gripped it tighter and tighter. The boy looked into her eyes and saw her breath coming short, as she excitedly threw herself into the act.
"Oh, teach, that's it, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, that's what I like. Oh, yes, yes."
It was a beautiful sensation for them both. He was getting hotter and hotter as he rammed his dick into her cunt. She was getting all the satisfaction she could ever want.
Now his stiff pecker was going to the finishing point. His hands were over her now and he reached down to grasp her buttocks.
He pulled the meat out of her snatch and she lay there.
"Oh, Alan, I shouldn't have let you do it," she sighed nervously now.
"But didn't you enjoy it, teach?" The perplexed young boy asked her.
"Yes, I did enjoy it. That's what's wrong, I shouldn't be enjoying sex with a student."
"Why not?" Alan demanded, unable to see right from wrong at this moment in his life. "I had a hard-on and I had to get my rocks off. What's wrong if you help me make it?"
"It isn't wrong for you and me, but other people would never understand."
"I'll never tell any other people," Alan assured her.
As he lay there he reached over and' felt her breasts. He pinched the nipples playfully and asked her permission, "Could I suck on your tits, teacher?"
"Alright, Alan, if you want to."
Alan buried his head between her breasts and started sucking on each nipple, and moving his mouth back and forth, she ran her fingers through her hair. He was like a young playful stud. She loved the way he put the excitement, the enchantment, the beauty back in sex for her. Everything had been out of focus sexually ever since she had been a model, and too many men had made passes at her until she almost hated men. However, this sensitive young boy who was only begging for sexual release, sensual feeling, brought everything back into focus for Marilee.
Finally, she told him, "You'd better get back to your tent, darling, we could be in awful trouble if they ever found us here."
"Alright, teach, I'll go back," the boy told her. However, he wanted to ram his dick into her cunt once more. But she said sadly, "Baby, you mustn't do this. Please go back."
He went back to his tent reluctantly, slipping on his pajamas as, he left. As she looked after his husky body, she realized that she found him about as fascinating, as he obviously had found her. This bothered her even more. It was wrong for her, and he knew it and she knew it. Therefore, Alan decided he'd better not tell anybody about their good time together. And he didn't.
However, he knew enough to know that there were problems. The problem was how to make the teacher again.
The very next day went smoothly. There were nature hikes, tree study groups, and all of the other things associated with a nature hike. Yet Marilee Stevens knew enough not to even look in the direction of Alan. She didn't want to give anyone a clue as to what she had been doing.
However, her conscience did bother her. She knew very well what trouble would be in store for her if it ever was revealed that she had had sex with a student.
The very next week she heard something that frightened her. At lunchtime another teacher told her, "Have you heard about Brad Parker?"
"No, what's up?"
"Well, horny old Brad put the make on one of the gym girls."
"You've got to be kidding," Marilee told the informant.
"No I'm not. You see, Brad and his wife haven't been getting along too well for years. And somehow being around the young girls excited him so much he couldn't control himself. Isn't that too bad?"
"Why yes, it is. Brad really was such a nice person."
"Well," the other teacher said, with a condescending smile, "I really think, honey, that he wasn't thinking much of us. Think of all the problems that it makes for us when someone on the faculty has sex with a student. Actually, he didn't give a damn about anybody here at the school, none of us teachers counted. All that mattered was Brad's hard prick. I can't stomach such selfishness. It's disgusting!"
"Yes, it is disgusting. However, you have to take into consideration that he hasn't had a very good relationship with his wife."
"That's his problem," the other teacher said grimly.
As Marilee left the cafeteria, she couldn't help thinking what a terrible thing it would be if it was ever discovered she had had sex with Alan. She could just hear them talking, gossiping, and saying what a sex maniac she was. All of this went through her mind as she went back to her class and began teaching her English lesson.
"Students," she said, "today I want you to do something most unusual. I want you to write a biography of yourself."
There was groans about the room as the students contemplated the fact that the teacher had an assignment that really meant a lot of work. All at once one girl raised her hand, "Teacher, teacher, could I ask you a question?"
"Alright, Betty, what is it?"
Betty got to her feet and said, "Listen, I want to know if it's all right if we tell everything in our stories about our pajama parties and some of our weekend parties."
A ripple of laughter went around the room, as the students glanced at each other and laughed. It was obvious that the teacher was trying to do something serious, and the students were trying to make a mockery of the classroom. However, it was interesting that one girl was so eager to tell all. Maybe she had a lot to tell.
"Alright," the teacher replied, "you might as well tell everything. There's no reason to be bashful. The important thing is that you express yourself."
"Alright," Betty smiled, "thank you, teacher." A sigh and a laugh went up from the classroom.
That afternoon, after all of the students had gone, Alan stumbled into her room.
"Hi, teach," he said.
"Good afternoon, Alan," she said.
"I would like to see you today. Later."
The teacher was about to tell him that he couldn't come near her, when she heard the principal walking down the hall. Hastily, she jotted her phone number down for the boy. He took it and she told him, "I'm real busy now. Call me later."
From the hushed, whispery way in which the teacher spoke, he knew it was best for him to split the scene. When the principal walked in the door, he looked away. The principal paid no attention to him, but focused his interest on the teacher.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stevens," the principal smiled.
"Good afternoon," Marilee said, sitting down at her desk.
"How is everything going?" he asked, glancing about the room.
"Just fine," she said. "How's everything with you?"
"Oh, good some ways, bad other ways."
"Yes," she said, "I've heard you had a little trouble with one of your teachers."
"I know," he said, "I've got to bring all that up at the faculty meeting next week. It really bothers me to think that there are teachers who would play with his student. It's disgusting. I think if a man wants to make a pass at a woman, it certainly should be a woman his age. To take advantage of a child's sexual attractions is really dirty."
"I think so, too," Marilee quickly said. "I can't imagine how anyone would ever see anything sexually appealing in a child."
"Well, I can," the principal acknowledged, "but that doesn't mean that a person has a right to take advantage of a child. For example, there's a girl that really turns me on. Joyce, you know who I mean, the gal who has the big tits. She wears a sweater, and I mean she's really stacked. However, I don't have to run around to a girl like that to get satisfaction. If I want to make it, I'll check with an older woman. Someone nearer my age. For example, if I were going to put the make on anybody around this school, I'd try putting it on you."
"I'm flattered," Marilee said, rising and looking away.
"You know, you are really a beautiful female," the principal smiled, "Really, I wish I were a single man when I look at you."
"Is that right?" Marilee laughed, "Well, you've got your wife."
"Yes, I have my wife," he acknowledged, "and I'm happy to say Mildred doesn't care if I play around, as long as she knows."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "I can't believe it. You mean she doesn't care if you have sex with someone else?"
"No," he replied, "she's beautiful that way. Actually, it's a nice working arrangement. However, she-likes me to bring the other woman home."
"No, you don't mean it."
"I'm sorry, but that's the way she is. I would much prefer having sex with another woman away from her. But if she ever found out, it would be curtains."
"Actually, I suppose she's right. She knows who you're playing around with."
"Mildred wouldn't care one bit if you wanted to come home and have a very interesting sexual session with us."
"I have a boyfriend," she said quickly.
"Well, bring him along," the principal laughed. "Mildred might enjoy your boyfriend. I could enjoy you. Everybody would be happy."
"Well, I'm deeply flattered, I'll have to think it over and mention it to my boyfriend."
"Is your boyfriend anyone I know?"
"No, no, I don't think you know him. He isn't anyone from here:"
"I see," the principal smiled. "Well, you ask your boyfriend if he would enjoy some real sophisticated swinging sex sessions. We show color movies, which keep us stimulated, and we have some nice drinks and take some pill-poppers."
"Why, Principal Taylor," she smiled. "You're quite a man."
"Well," he said, "I guess I am rather horny for my age."
"You're not old," she said. "No, you're a young man yet."
"Thank you," the principal smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better be going now."
"Take it easy," Marilee smiled as the principal went out the door.
Now she was bothered. She didn't know how she could ever resolve her problems. It was obvious to her that something had to be done. But she wasn't eager to have sex with him or his wife. Who knows, she thought to herself, the wife could be a les and that would be no good.
She hastily got her things together and hurried down the hall to the parking lot. As she got to the parking lot, Alan was waiting.
"Alan, please, please call me. I'm afraid I'm being watched. I just don't dare take a chance. Can't you understand?"
"Yes, teach, I understand. I'll call you tonight. You try and understand me, too."
As she drove back to her apartment, she realized that there was. absolutely no way out. She knew that Alan would come over and demand sex with her. And this was what bugged her. At the same time she kept thinking of the principal. Perhaps, if she would put out with the principal and his wife, she could save herself from embarrassment providing Alan did talk. He would have a difficult time throwing her out of the school if she had something on him.
So a series of thoughts were whirling through her mind as she realized where the sex trail was taking her. When she got back to her apartment house, the manager smiled at her appreciatively.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stevens," he smiled "How's everything?"
"Just fine," she said, "just fine."
"Everything going good at school?"
"Oh, yes, students are studying, everything is fine."
She knew she'd answered in much too nervous a manner, but all of the jittery thoughts that were flooding her mind were bogging her down at this point.
Once inside her apartment, the phone would have to start ringing. At first she thought she wouldn't answer it. However, its persistent ring told her that was no ' way out. Finally she picked it up.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi," a voice said on the other end. Instantly she recognized it as Alan's voice.
"I thought you were going to call me tonight."
"I couldn't wait until tonight, teach," the boy admitted.
"Why don't you just forget it?" she told him bluntly.
"I can never forget you," the boy replied, "I've been dreaming about it ever since."
"Well, you've got to stop your dreaming sometime," she said. "It isn't right, it's got to end."
"Yes, teach," he said. "Everything ends sometime. But now is not the time for us to end. I'm coming over as soon as you tell me where you live."
The teacher hesitated for a moment. Now was her chance to make an out. If words or thoughts could flash into her mind, that could get him out of her life, she wouldn't give him the address. However, the harder she tried to think of something to get rid of him, the fewer the thoughts that came into her mind. At last she decided she might as well tell him.
After she had told him, he said, "Be right over!"
He hung up and so did she. And the shock that went through her at the realization of how hooked she was, floored her.
Finally, able to grasp her senses, she walked over to the sofa and lay down. However, rest wouldn't come. She went and got a drink and as the liquor reached her brain, she began relaxing. It was a. difficult position to be in. She couldn't call her father, for he would be as cold as the devil. Her mother was furious with her, ever since she decided to become a teacher, so she was one of the last persons in the world she could call. Actually she had nowhere to call, and nobody to fall back on but herself. So she decided that perhaps the best thing to do was to meet with him, talk with him, and hope that something could come up that would change it.
It wasn't one hour later then she heard the knock on the door, that told her he was there. However, when she answered the door, it turned out to be only the landlord.
"Miss Stevens, we'd like to clean the windows on the outside and the inside at your convenience. But we're doing it on Thursday and Friday of this week. Which day would you like?"
"Well, I'm in school until late in the afternoon," she explained. "I could give you the key, if you'd watch them while they're in here."
"Alright, Thursday would be great for us. We're doing windows right in your area."
"That's good," she said, "you have my permission. Just come in and watch."
Now she was waiting for the student. As she waited, she thought about everything she could think of to convince him he should have sex with another woman. There was one thing for sure, she was not going to do anything with him. She had made up her mind. She could swing the principal over to her side, and she didn't have to worry about him. If she stood her ground, she could work everything out. The main thing was not to panic, not to give in. .
As the day wore on, she worried more. She thought of all sorts of things, like getting her credentials revoked, like being written up in a newspaper, terrible scandalous things. Then there would be her mother and father saying "I told you so."
"Oh, God, why?" she asked herself aloud. She was really bugged, and she didn't know what to do. But she would not give up, despair would get her nowhere.
CHAPTER TWO
She heard the knock on the; door and went to answer it. There stood Alan, with a wry smile on his face.
"Oh, Alan, come in."
Alan came in and went across the room and sat down in a chair.
"Well, teach, it's good to see you."
"Alan," the teacher began, "I've been meaning to talk to you. There are quite a few things that I must get straight.' You see, what you did the other night when you slipped into my tent and got into my sleeping bag naked, and had sex with me, could have gotten you in a lot of trouble."
"But you didn't resist me, teach, you wanted it, too."
"I didn't want it," she objected, "you're making that up."
Am I?" he smiled.
She looked at him and she knew that he was trying to say she wanted it as bad as he did. In a way she did. Yet, when she balanced sex with a student against her whole teaching career, she thought better of it.
"Alan, at the moment, I thought I wanted it, too. That's true. You're a very handsome boy, and when you thrust your prick into me, I became excited and stimulated. That's only normal and natural. You're a very horny, hot young man, and you know how to excite a woman. But that doesn't mean that I have to give in every time you come around. And feel that my life is at your disposal."
Alan played it pretty cagey. "Well, teach," he said, "I thought perhaps the whole matter would have gotten you wise. If I get my satisfaction, everything is okay. If I don't, then you're in trouble."
"Well," he said, "all. I want you to do is suck it tonight."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about getting my joint sucked. Haven't you ever blown anybody?"
"No," she said, "and I'm not about to now."
Alan was getting angry, and he didn't mind letting her know it.
"I'm getting ticked off, teach, all this non-sense. Cut out the crap and let's get down to business."
"Don't get angry with me," she said tightly. "You've got a nerve coming in here and demanding me to have sex with you just like that."
She snapped her fingers for emphasis, trying to make her point. He understood and so did she. However, Alan would not give up. He reached down and unzipped his pants and flipped his cock out. Again, he suggested, "If I don't get my satisfaction one way, I'll get it another way."
"Get over here and suck on it."
"Go to hell," she said.
"If I go down there, baby, you go with me. 'Cause I'm going to pull you down there. I'll go to the principal and tell him. How would you like me to go to Mr. Taylor, would you like that?"
"Put your cock back in your pants," she begged the student.
"I will after you suck on it for me."
"I wouldn't do that to anyone," the teacher said.
"Why not?" he demanded, grasping his cock and starting to stroke it playfully.
"It's a dirty thing to do. Cock was never made for the mouth. It's quite obvious the prick was made for the vagina. They fit together. The mouth wasn't made for sex."
"That's what you think, . teach," the young student replied. "You should see what I can do with my tongue!"
At this point he understood she wasn't kidding. Now he wished he could get her over there, and he had to think of something fast.
"Look, teach, I'm hot to trot, and if you don't cup your mouth over my prick in about one minute flat, I'll go to the principal tomorrow. You heard about that other teacher who played with his student. Well, he's not there now, is he?"
"You dirty bastard," the teacher said.
The boy glared at the teacher, getting madder at her by the moment. His huge pecker shone with its crystal cum glistening on its head. At this point he. wasn't going to take any more crap from her. He decided that the only thing that he could do was to tell her exactly what he wanted.
"Look here, tiger," she said. "I'm never going to do it to you. Never, never, never!"
"Get on your knees and crawl over here. Go ahead."
The teacher didn't move. This bugged the student. Alan got to his feet, his cock sticking out in front of him, making it almost a comical sight as it stood out between the fly in his pants.
"Don't try to touch me or make me either."
"Get down on the floor, and when I go back to my chair, I want you to crawl over there and suck it for me."
That really bugged. her, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it. He was stronger and he overpowered her. As she was on the floor, he went quickly back to the chair, spread his legs, and grasped his staff.
"Now, start crawling, teacher, big shot."
The teacher was crying now. She knew there was no other way out, she was trapped. Her mother and father would be furious if they knew she had ever had sex just once, with a student. She would be a terrible scandal, and smear their good name. The principal would be out-raged. He had his own hang-ups, but they obviously couldn't include and didn't include children. But she was a child-molester, now a victim of the child she had molested.
"Come on teacher, come on over here, that's it, yes baby, yes. Grab this prick and suck on it."
Finally she crawled over to where she was between his legs. She reached up and gripped the staff and let her mouth travel to the top of the cock. As she sucked on the mainstem, she became more and more excited.
"Suck that cock," he told her, "suck that prick! Yes, teach, suck it, suck, suck, suck!"
She sucked on the cock, and it became more thrilling for him every moment. Now he was delighted as she sucked him.
"Oh, yes, that's what I like, teach. Suck it for me, suck it!"
Back and forth the cock slid as she sucked. Her eyes were closed and tears were streaking her cheeks, but this didn't impress Alan. He thought it was all an act to get out of doing the thing he wanted her to do. As he thrust it to her, he gripped her head and shoved her down over it. He rocked back and forth, and she felt it driving back to her throat. Forcing his cock into her mouth, he kept shoving his enormous length so far down her throat that she didn't think she'd ever be able to breathe again. She couldn't gasp, she couldn't say a thing. He thrust it back and forth, and finally he shot, flooding her mouth with his hot juices. It was the biggest load she had ever taken from any man. And she had never taken it in her mouth before. As he removed his cock. from her mouth so she could breathe again, he grabbed his still hard cock and held it out for her to fondle with her fingers.
"Give me a good hand job," he demanded. Her fingers went to work rapidly, quickly building his cock up to its previous enormous length.
"Now it's all set to jamb up your cunt," he growled.
"No, please leave me alone," she shrieked.
"That's a good laugh," he smiled. "Get your ass in there on the bed and let me fuck you.
She walked into the bedroom, and as she went over to the bed, she turned back to look at him.
"Have a heart, you've gotten your rocks off once, you don't need it again."
"How do you know I don't?" he snapped. "Get your ass over there in that bed and let me fuck you."
"Alright," she agreed, and then she got up on the bed.
She still hadn't taken off all her clothes, and he was angry.
"Take those panties off, take that bra off, or do you want me to help you?"
"Oh, I can do it, I can do it," she protested, as his young anxious fingers eagerly pulled her panties. He tore them in his efforts to get them off. But it didn't bother him any. He just laughed.
"What a pretty pussy you've got," he smiled, "Ahhh, yes, I can't wait to eat it."
"Bastard!" she blurted.
"Don't you bastard me," he said angrily. "Alright, alright, I'll let you have me."
She removed her bra and her breasts jutted out. He looked at them, his eyes entranced.
"Haven't you ever seen any tits before?" the teacher demanded of the student.
"Not as big as your juicy knockers," he licked his lips.
"Alright," she said, her body trembling. "Fuck me!"
"What a nice invitation," he smiled, "that's what I like, someone who isn't afraid to fuck."
He got on the bed and brought his huge cock even with her triangle. Her moistening pussy hairs excited him, and he watched the cum glisten on the hairs. Then he thrust his huge rod into her slit and stabbed her with savage virility, As his huge cock slid into her, she gasped.
"Oh, Alan, do me! Fuck me!"
He rocked back and forth, shaking the. mattress springs. And then, she gasped, "Oh, honey, fuck it! Fuck it! I love it, yes, I love it."
Back and forth the huge cock shot. And as she gripped it with her vagina muscles, she became more and more stimulated. She let her hands wander up and down his back, and gripped his buttocks. .
He continued jabbing the thing up there, and she loved it.
"You're so big," she told him. "Yeah," he smiled, "that's why I have to fuck every now and then. You'll get used to it, teach, and you'll like it as much as I do," the young boy panted. "That's it, baby, fuck, fuck, grab it with your cunt. Yes, baby, that's it, grab my prick!"
Her vagina muscles gripped the huge thrusting meat, and her hands played along his bare smooth behind. She was' enjoying herself now, and so was he. Faster and faster they fucked, as their passions built.
"Oh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes. You've had it in your mouth, haven't you, baby. I've shot it down your throat, and you liked it. You're learning to fuck with your student, aren't you, teach?"
As he stuffed the prick into her, she became more and more stimulated. He liked that warm and fleshy feeling inside of her, and he dug the feel of her tits brushing back and forth as her passion excited her to the point where she couldn't lie still.
"Oh, ah, that's it, that's it, fuck it, fuck it. Oh, yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh!" he groaned. The excitement the two of them were experiencing as they grunted and groaned, would be like a couple of animals in heat. However, she could hardly believe that anything could excite her the way this student did. She wanted more of him. And she told him so, too.
"Give me it all, baby. I want every inch of it. Yes, yes, give me very fucking inch of your cock," she demanded.'
That was what he wanted, enthusiasm. His balls jiggled outside of her cunt, and he rammed it harder to her.
"Fuck, fuck, that's it, dammit, fuck it!" he panted, as he shot like a dagger into her.
She had had sex with some older men at college, but they couldn't compare with this horny hot-blooded young kid. Throwing her pelvis up to meet his cock-thrusts, she was carrying on with him as she had never carried on with any other man before. This was what she had always heeded, a real tiger in bed.
When he would pull his shaft out of her slit, she could get a look at its glistening length, and she wanted it. Once more she would throw herself at him, and he loved the way she clawed his back, reach for his buttocks, and grip him there playfully.
Never before so vigorously had she gripped any sliding tool in her slit, and now she opened her mouth as his tongue slid in there, and the two of them kissed and fucked.
Finally the hot cock shot inside of her and she came, too.
"Ohh, baby, right on!" Alan gasped. "You made it when I did, teach. See, you wanted it just as bad as I did," he said, driving it in for one final thrust.
Finally he pulled his dripping prick out of her pussy and panted, "Oh, teach, isn't that fantastic!"
The two of them had ground into each other and enjoyed it immensely. Their fucking had brought them to the brink of excited pleasure.
"Oh, ah, teacher, you're really a fucker. Yes you are."
He peppered her face with kisses now, as he was completely turned on with her. She was excited, too, and frantically played with his behind as he kissed her, finishing his fuck-off.
Finally, the two of them were apart, and she was laying beside him.
"Oh, honey, I really enjoyed it."
"So did I," he said. "Have you got something to eat around here? I'm real hungry."
"You do get hungry when you fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, you sure do," he admitted.
They went into the kitchen, in the nude. She got something out of the refrigerator, and fixed him a sandwich. As they sat there and talked, he smiled At her and said, "I wonder if every-body gets as much fun out of fucking as I do?"
"I doubt it," she admitted. "You see, baby, a lot of people just aren't as sensual as you are."
"I guess not," he smiled.
After they had finished eating, they went back into the living room and he spread his legs, revealing his huge cock. It was hard as rock, and the balls were jiggling there.
"You know, teach," he smiled, "there are still a lot of things we haven't done."
"I know."
He smiled, "And we're going to. do them, too."
"What would you like to do most of all?" she asked him, just like that.
"Well, if you want me to be honest," he said, "the thing I'd like to do most of all, is fuck your ass-hole."
"Oh, God, I couldn't do that."
"Yes, you could, teach," he said, "I fucked a couple of chicks up the behind."
"Well," she said, "I guess I could. But I wanted to do it just right."
"Don't worry about that," he said. "I'll fix it so you'll do it just right."
Together they went back to the bedroom, and he said, "The best position for dog-fucking is like the dogs do it."
"You mean on all fours?"
"Yes," he said. "On all fours, and with a little oil or something."
"Alright," she said.
He went to the bathroom and found some baby oil to use on his prick. Coming back, he saw the teacher was so eager to please him that she was actually up on all fours already: With her ass bending up, she was showing him just how eager she was to give him what he wanted. At this point, she was bending up, spreading out. He reached down there and applied some of the baby oil with his finger. At the same time he worked on his cock, getting the oil just right for his prick to slide up there. Now he was ready to get what he needed.
He felt her, with the head of his cock slowly sliding it. up there. Her ass quivered to his cock thrust. Faster and faster he thrust that prick up there. Then he brought it to the tight anal ring, and told her to hold on.
"This'll hurt for a minute, but it'll feel good once I get it in there."
"Alright," she agreed. Then she felt a pain that made her think she was going to split in half.
"Oh, have you got it in there?" she demanded.
"Yes, baby, yes, it's in there. Don't worry about a thing."
"Oh, that hurts like the devil."
"I knew it would," he said, "but you'll like it."
Faster and faster she began pushing her pelvis back to meet his cock jabs. At this point, she loved it. It wasn't hurting a bit. And how that young boy knew how to jab his jack-hammer prick up there.
Finally the hot cock shot up her ass-hole, and he jabbed his cock in up to the hilt.
"Ahhh, I'm shooting, grab that prick, keep your backfield in motion, baby, fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The hot cock had done its thing, and she was enjoying it.
At last they had their fuck. And it was over.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful ! Ohhh, I loved it."
Finally they had their wild fling. And she lay there, collapsed in the heat as he slid his giant-sized prick out of her behind.
"Oh, Alan," she said, "what are we going to do about each other? We can't keep on like this. We're bound to get caught sooner or later, baby. But I can't give you up."
"You don't have to, teach," he smiled. "We enjoy each other. What anybody else thinks about us doesn't count, it doesn't with my anyway."
"Me either," she assured him.
However, there was the consciousness that they could get into trouble. And this was what bugged her.
"Around the school, for goodness sakes, please don't come and talk to me. If anybody sees us talking together, they'll get suspicious."
"Alright, teach, I promise, I won't come around you. I only hope one thing. I hope that we always can make out with no problems."
"You don't have to worry about that."
Now the two of them were lying in each other's arms, and just enjoying themselves.
Suddenly the phone rang, and the principal's voice was on the other end of the line. The teacher thought she would drop right through the bed with the student and herself on it. Placing her hand over the phone, she told the student, "Don't say a word, it's the principal."
Then she listened to what he had to say.
"I was talking to my wife, Mildred, about you, and she thinks it would be awfully nice to have you over to dinner tomorrow night."
"Well, I don't know if I could make it or not."
"I think it would be to your advantage, Miss Stevens, if you did."
"Alright," she agreed. "I guess I could go."
"I thought you'd see the wisdom of going."
Now she understood how much on the make he was.
Hanging up the phone, the young student asked eagerly, "What did he want to know? Does he suspect us? Does he have spies out for us?"
"Alan, baby," she said, patting his bare behind. "Don't worry about a thing. The principal isn't any the wiser for wear. But he does want me to come over for dinner tomorrow night."
"Alright," Alan smiled. "Say, your hand feels so good down there."
"Does it really?" she asked, and then she said, "You know, I'd like to kiss you there."
"No," he chuckled, "you want to kiss my butt?"
"I don't know why," the teacher admitted. "I really don't. But I would like to kiss it."
"Be my guest," the boy smiled, as he turned over exposing his bare behind for her eyes to see. She went down there and brushed her breasts against his buttocks.
"Oh, that feels real good," he said, wiggling on the bed and pushing his butt up to meet her breasts.
"There are so many things that a person can do," she smiled. "It's just most people are afraid to try them out."
"Welcome to my ass-hole," he chuckled. "Go right ahead, lick it, slide your tongue up there, love it any way you want to."
She brushed her breasts against his buttocks, playing with the cheeks tenderly. Then, sliding her hand between the crack in his ass, she felt for his prostate. Rubbing his prostate gave him another hard-on.
"You know your way around a man's butt, don't you, baby?"
"I guess I do. On instinct. I like you, Alan."
"When I was fucking you, and you were sucking me off, I concluded that."
Alan had a wry humor, and he really enjoyed all of the various things that she enjoyed doing with him.
"Oh, teacher, does that ever feel good when your tongue touches my butt."
"I'm glad you like it, Alan," she assured him. Now she was gripping his buttocks and licking it at the same time. As her tongue lashed around his ass, he begame so excited he was wiggling all over the bed.
"Oh, suck that ass, suck that ass, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!"
She parted his ass-cheeks gingerly, and put her face in his behind and let her tongue slide up his ass-hole. As the tongue thrust up the ass-hole, he became so excited he was arching his behind up to meet her tongue jabbing.
"Suck my ass out, suck it! Yes, yes, suck that ass! I like that! Suck ass, suck ass, oh, yes, yes, yes, suck that ass!"
The wonderful sensations, that they were experiencing now were almost too much for them. His ass was pushing, and she was thrusting. At the same time she was fingering his balls, playing with them there, teasing him. He loved the feel of her tongue, and her fingers at the same time.
"Now I'm getting my ass fucked," he laughed, "with your tongue, teacher."
Hearing him "talk about it somehow excited her imagination even more, and she let her tongue slip up there faster and faster.
"Oh, ahh, that's it! Suck, suck, suck my ass-hole."
She loved to please him, and she let her tongue slide way up there, and did it to him. As her tongue went back and forth, he decided that he should produce the same motion with his hand on his cock, Grasping his cock with his hand, he pulled. Suddenly he saw what she was doing was driving him almost wacky.
"Ohh. that's it, that's it, pull my meat for me."
She pulled his meat for him, alright, and he loved it.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, that's it, yes, oh wow!"
However, she didn't want to pull it to the point where the juice would spurt in her hand. She loved the sperm too much to let it be wasted on the hand.
"Suck my prick! Suck my prick!"
Then she capped his cock with her mouth and sucked him off. As the juices hurtled down her throat, she became more and more excited.
The juice spurted down her throat and she pulled off so she could get a taste of him in her mouth. Now she felt him juicing again, a double shot.
"Ohhh, ahhh, teacher, teacher cock-sucker, suck!"
The teacher sucked joyously, unaware of any fear now. She felt secure that Alan would always want her, and she would always want him. Her security rested in her connection, the connection being her mouth over his prick. Sliding it back and forth, he was flipping out.
"Ohh, ahh, suck it, suck, suck, suck!"
Together they had brought themselves to a beautiful point of excitation. It was wonderful, for they needed just this very thing. However, he wanted her to quit. It was tickling now, instead of being so pleasurable.
"Hey, teach, take your mouth off my prick."
She didn't move, she just continued sucking. The tickling sensations that her sucking were producing were not pleasing him at all.
"Take your mouth off it. Yes, that's it, take your mouth off my prick."
Finally she let the prick slide out of her mouth, and she looked up at him with a sly smile on her face.
"Did you enjoy me?" she demanded.
"You know it," he told her.
They had had a wild ride, and thoroughly enjoyed each other. Now she lay beside him and he asked her, "Baby, why don't you go down there between my legs and lie on my thighs. I like to have you near my prick."
"Alright, Nan," she replied, as she slid her body down and he raised one leg and she rested her head on the other. She liked the view from down between his legs. She loved to look at his cock. She loved the sight of his hairs, and above all, she loved those balls. Taking them in her hand, she cupped them. She weighed them up and down lightly. It was a delightful sensation to feel of the testicles, for they held the juice, the juice she loved to suck.
"Honey," she said, "you want me to suck on your balls?"
"I'd love that," he assured her. She went down' there between his legs and opened her mouth and put both balls in and started sucking on them. As she sucked on them, she became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, does that ever feel good!"
Now she felt better. It was a wonderful, wonderful moment for her as she sucked the balls. He was proud of himself, all stud.
"Those are nice sucking balls, aren't they?"
With her mouth full of them, she couldn't answer. However, she did nod slowly. As she nodded, his hands went down to run his fingers through her hair.
"You're an awfully nice person," he said. "I really mean that, too."
She didn't reply with words, but her continued sucking action told him all he needed to know.
"Oh, you'll never know how good that feels to me. Every man should have some woman who will suck his nuts for him."
Her eyes were opened now, and she was looking up at the underside of his prick. It was becoming stiffer and stiffer, and she wondered if he wanted it again. In a way she was sorry she had gotten down there, because she was sure that this would lead to sex, He said he only wanted her to lie there, to rest there, but that was a lie. The real reason he wanted her there was because he wanted her to play with him. She knew that, she wasn't born yesterday. But she wanted to please him. She felt as if he indeed was her man, and she was his woman. Of course, there was a difference in age, nine years or so, but then, what difference did that make?
When two naked bodies meet, and the passions build, that is all that counts.
"Oh, suck those balls, suck them," he told her, as she sucked so smoothly. Then to add pleasure to the act, she played with his buttocks, finally sliding one finger smoothly up his ass-hole.
"I like that, too," he told her, "Oh, teach, you know everything about fucking and sucking, don't you?"
She didn't not to that one, for she didn't know everything. However, she did know enough to make him happy, very happy.
At this point, she knew she had to let them slide out of her mouth, as she had been sucking on them quite a while. Finally she let them slip out, and looked up at him and said, "You're a wonderful boy."
"You're a fabulous teacher," he smiled. "Every student should have one like you."
CHAPTER THREE
Now, it became evident to her that she was indeed in a predicament. He wanted to come over the next night, and she knew that she couldn't be servicing Alan, and going to visit Bill Taylor and his wife, Mildred. But because Bill Taylor was the principal, she knew she had better go over there for dinner. During school that day, she received a note from him. She opened it and it read: "Mildred and I will be expecting you for dinner tonight around eight. Here is our address and a little map." She looked at the address and there it was, 8906 Crest Oak Drive. She knew where that was, and she was surprised that he lived in a place that good. Nevertheless, she figured he made pretty good money as a principal, and apparently Mildred worked, too.
That day Alan approached her and suggested, "Can't we make it tonight?"
"No, Alan," she said, "the principal wants to see me tonight, dear. I'm sure you can understand why I can't take off with you."
The principal was also going to mention it to her on the way out. It bugged her because she didn't want the principal's secretary, Lucille, to get wind of what was going on. Lucille Westgate was a lovely person, but an old maid-type, and long ago had given every intimation of possibly being les-oriented. Sure enough, before the principal could ask for her to go out with him, Lucille Westgate had to put her nose in.
"Miss Stevens," she said, "where did you go this summer? Did you have a nice vacation?"
"I went to Florida," Marilee explained, "and it was a marvelous vacation. No hurricanes, nothing."
"I've always wanted to go to. Florida, I went there with my husband in the twenties.
"I never knew you were married," she said, "that's a big surprise to me."
"Most people don't," Lucille Westgate smiled, "you see, I was married a week. My husband was a bigamist."
"How dreadful," Marilee said. "I certainly think that's an awful thing for a man to do to a woman, don't you?"
"It was," she said, "he was a bigamist twice."
"I'm sorry," she said, and turned and walked down the hallway to the principal's office. The principal was waiting for her, and he grinned, "We'll be looking for you tonight, and I guess my little map will tell you how to get there with no bother."
"I'll have no difficulty," she explained. "I know about where your place is. There are a lot of lovely homes over there."
"Well, it is a nice section, but my wife's folks helped us get the place."
Not wanting to get into any more intimate details with the principal, she thought she'd better give an excuse to run.
"If you don't mind," she said, "I have a couple of errands I must go on, before I can make it over to your place tonight, so I'll have to run ' along."
"That's quite all right," he told her. "We'll see you later, dear."
Now she was indeed delighted. The idea that the principal wanted her gave her the assurance that in a pinch she could always use him as a reference; that is, if she had some goods on him. She would need some proof, however, she thought to herself, that he had made overtures to her.
She went back to her apartment, and sure enough, Alan was on the phone.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"Who is this?"
"You know who it is, Alan, your lover."
"Oh, Alan," she said, "you know how busy I am right now. I have all that homework to do, before I can go out to the principal's place."
"That's too bad," he said, "I wish that we could get together before you go."
"Impossible!" she said, almost shrieking into the phone. "I don't think you begin to understand how busy I am. I have to get my home-work done, get dressed, look sexy, and see the principal and his wife for dinner."
"Why have you got to look sexy for the principal?" he said. "You trying to put the make on him, too?"
"Of course not," she lied, "it's a business dinner."
"That's the best kind," he said; "only it's nicest when its monkey business."
Little did he know just how much monkey business was involved, in what was going to go on that night over at Principal Taylor's home.
As she picked up the evening paper, she looked at the news and it was so disgusting, she tore the paper up in shreds.
"Can't they stop that damn war?" she said, "Oh, why, why, why?"
To herself she thought, at least I'm not doing anything like that. I'm not killing anybody. I'm just fucking a minor. That's my sin. But, lots of thoughts about that minor were swirling through her. In a way, she wondered if she could ever run away with him and they could life together in secret. Yet, it wouldn't be easy. Where can you go? Where could she live? Somebody would always be wondering what the relationship was with her and this young boy. Of course, Alan's parents would find it out and then she would have to pay. Yet, in her imagination, she did think about such things, and it haunted and troubled her no end.
Now she had to get dressed to go out for the evening. She thought she would wear her black lace bra that had the see-through areas that would tempt Mr. Taylor. And she thought, maybe these black mesh stockings wouldn't hurt a bit. It might possibly turn him on all the more. If Mrs. Taylor didn't mind her husband having sex with another woman, as long as he did it in front of her, she figured she'd have to go along with it.
However, as the day wore on, she became more and more disgusted. Why couldn't she have Alan? Why did she have to be confined to going out and doing things to gain favors? Yet, knowing what troubles she might plunge into if her affair with Alan were ever discovered, she thought it might be very good to be a close friend of Principal Taylor and his. wife, Mildred.
When she was dressed and it was time, she got in her car and drove out to Principal Taylor's home. She took the freeway and got off at Rolling Gate Road, and went over to the drive and the house number. It didn't take her long, as it was only twenty minutes from the freeway.
When she parked her car in the driveway, she thought she saw someone looking out the window and dropping the curtain. She couldn't be sure.
She went up to the door and pressed the door-bell. She waited a moment and then a woman answered. The moment she opened the door and she got a look at her, she could hardly believe her eyes. The principal's wife, Mildred Taylor, was a wow. She had long red hair, fair skin, and rich blue eyes.
"Good evening, Miss Stevens," she smiled, "how are you tonight?"
Mrs; Taylor insisted, "Call me Mildred, dear. And don't be afraid to call Mr. Taylor by his first name."
"That's awfully nice of you," she said.
"Bill," she said. "She's here."
"Oh, hi there, Marilee," Bill Taylor smiled as he looked at his young teacher.
"Well, dear, we might as well go into dinner. It's been fixed for a little while."
They walked into the dining room, and started eating. After dinner the subject drifted to drinks.
"You need a drink or two after dealing with all of those kids, you know that?" the principal smiled.
"You know it," she agreed. "Make mine bourbon. I'm a bourbon baby from way back."
"I take gin," his wife said, "you know how I like mine, dear."
"Yes, Mildred, I know what you like.
Mildred, a tempting redhead, moved over to the teacher. She sat on the sofa beside her, and glanced down at her breasts, and then her eyes traveled to her vagina. However, with it concealed with clothing, she had a little difficulty imagining what it looked like.
"How do you like the new school?" she asked her bluntly.
"Well, it's a lot of fun."
"The field trips are a diversion. There are also the assemblies and the faculty parties."
"Yes," she thought, but she was glad that the principal's wife knew nothing about the little field trip adventure she had had.
"I wonder, dear, how broad-minded you are?" she said. "Bill has told me you are very broad-minded."
"I am," she said, "and I can tell you that I am uninhibited."
"Are you really, dear?" she smiled. "I hope you are."
"You don't have to worry about me," she replied. "I am totally uninhibited."
"You might have an opportunity to prove that to me tonight," she said, as if testing her.
"What do you mean?"
"Dear, should we show her our bedroom?" she asked.
"Why not? I think she can take it."
"What is this? You've got something up here that you're not telling me about."
"Come along with me," Mildred smiled. "I'd love to show you."
They went into the bedroom, and there, standing before her was the strangest sight Marilee had ever seen in her life. It was a fucking machine. There it wad, with a huge cock projecting out. It even had a foreskin on it that slid back over the head of the thing. She walked over to it and said, "Bill loves to see me fuck with the machine."
"Yes, I'll admit I do," the principal smiled at his teacher.
"And I've gotten turned on with it, too. Also, he-likes to see me make it with another woman. I hope you swing a little," Mildred smiled.
Now Marilee thought she would drop through the floor. It wasn't enough that they had a fucking machine, but she had to say she was a bi.
"Don't be afraid of it," Mildred said, "and whatever you do, don't fight it. Love it, and dear, you will discover thrills you never knew."
"Mildred thinks there are things that a woman can do with another woman, that she can never experience with a man. She has a woman's natural sexual sensitivity, and her pleasurable act of cunnilingus."
"Well," Marilee told him frankly, "I've never been attracted to another woman. I, I don't hold it against anyone who is. However, I don't think I could do a thing with a person of my same sex."
"Oh, dear," Mildred laughed, "you don't have to do a thing, dear. I can do it."
"Do what?"
"I have an idea. First, baby, I think we should take off all of our clothes?"
"Alright," Marilee said, "I guess you're rather hot to trot, as the saying goes."
"Yes, yes, that's it," the principal said. "We're all hot to trot."
He began unbuttoning his shirt, and then unzipped his pants. Marilee was a bit curious to see what he had down there. She wondered if he had anything at all, from the way that he would act around the school. Also she wondered if he had any balls. However, her wondering was relieved when she saw a large-sized pecker and husky balls there, hanging between his legs.
"Aren't you going to take your things off?" Mildred insisted, as she strode over naked now.
"Alright, I'll undress. You two are sure weird."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you," Mildred laughed. "You are a very naive child. Actually, dear, you're not complete until you've had sex many different ways. And I'm here to help complete you."
"She's horny for you," the principal chuckled. "Yes, yes, Mildred wants to fuck."
"That's enough out of you," Mildred told her husband. "You've played around with plenty of women on the side, and you've got a nerve to talk about me."
"Well, dear," he snapped, slurring a bit drunkenly, "my relationships were all normal."
"In a pig's eye they were," she snapped. "You are a hypocrite."
"That's not a nice thing to say," the principal objected. "Take it back, take it back or'
"I don't have to do a damn thing," she snapped. "You know that. Now please, take it cool."
At this point the principal's wife was helping undress her. She didn't like it at all, and it made her nervous to feel her fingers on her body. Yet, that was the way that it was. Therefore she didn't make any objections about it. However, when she saw the woman was breathing hard, like she was going to orgasm, just feeling of her tits when she had her blouse off, she wanted to leave.
"Oh, baby, are you going to enjoy that fucking machine!"
"I'm sure I will," Marilee smiled.
"We got it in France on our last trip abroad."
"They have everything there," she said.
"They certainly do," Mildred replied. "This was a very expensive thing, too. And you should see the way it works. It thrusts that prick up there, like you wouldn't believe."
"You know, you could charge for this. A lot of men would like to see their wives get balled with a fucking machine."
"Yes," Mildred replied, "I'm sure many women and men should have one. There are times when the man isn't up to it. This machine takes up the slack."
"Alright, I'll go over there and try."
"That's all you have to do, just try. You'll enjoy it, I knew you will."
She lined herself up so that her vagina was even with the throbbing penis from the machine.
"It looks like it's throbbing," she said. "It does, it's moving."
"Well, this is the prelude button I'm pushing. You see, when you want it to vibrate and quiver, you press this button here."
"That is really wild," she said. Then fitting herself over the throbbing penis, the girl turned it on for her.
"Oh, ah, I'm getting all jiggly."
Now she worked herself on the machine, and the machine fucked away.
Suddenly she noticed Mildred was pushing a switch.
"What are you doing that for, dear?" she slurred.
"This'll fuck you faster," Mildred said. "There are different speeds, dear."
All at once she noticed that the principal was really excited. The principal smiled at his sweet wife, and said, "Drop to your knees, darling, and start sucking. You know how turned on I get when any woman uses that fucking machine."
"I know, angel," she said, "I'll suck it off for you, baby."
Mildred dropped to her knees, and patted his rump.
"Oh, baby, suck my meat!" the principal smiled.
"That's it, darling, suck my cock, suck my cock, oh, yes, yes, suck it!"
In the meantime the teacher was flipping out. Marilee Stevens was learning fast that a cock sliding up her, even though it wasn't real, could bring her there.
"I like the machine," she said, "it balls real nice."
Faster and faster the machine was giving her the fuck. She loved it, just that way.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, fuck! Fuck! That's what I like, Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
At last she was getting there. It was really something else.
"Ohh, ahh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, as the emotion became almost too much for her to bear.
"I love it," she smiled, "I love it, yes, yes!"
It was really something to watch Marilee talking to the machine. It drove the principal out of his gourd.
"Play with my balls," he told his wife. Mildred's hands went out to grip his testicles as she sucked on the staff.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, that's nice!"
Suddenly his cock shot in her mouth, and she got a mouthful of the creamy cum. She swallowed it and he loved that.
"Swallow my sperm," he told his wife. "Swallow it, yes, that's it, get all the juice in your mouth that you can."
At last she was cuming, too. Marilee Stevens began juicing as the machine kept plunging the cock into her.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I want it, too," the principal's wife panted, as she pulled out his prick and went over to where she was standing and started licking her legs. Now she knew what the score was.
"Pull her off," she panted, as her husband stopped the machine and pulled the teacher off. Then he went over to her and let her lick his behind, while his wife ate her pussy.
"Suck my ass-hole," the principal demanded. "Suck it, sweetie, come on, suck it."
Marilee was amazed at what the principal would ask her to do, but apparently he would stop at nothing to satisfy his strange carnal lust and desires. Also, he had his wife trained to like the strangest things, too. There she was, between her thighs, eating, licking away, like the best of the leses. However, she wasn't a les, not technically, no. She must have been bi, because she liked men, too. However, it was a wonderful, exciting evening for Marilee Steven's Yet, as Mildred sucked away, she felt herself flipping out. Suddenly Mildred's fingers slid up her ass-hole, too. Now she was licking an ass-hole, getting fucked in an ass-hole, and getting her pussy eaten. Who could ask for anything more, with a machine thrown in to boot.
"Ohh, ahh, I love your ass-sucking," the principal panted, "Ohh, yes, it feels so good. Stiffen your tongue and stab it up there."
Marilee's tongue stiffened and she stabbed the ass-hole, faster, farther. "Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it," the principal cried.
"I love it when you slide your tongue up in there," the principal told her.
Now the principal was reaching for his prick. He played with himself as she licked away. With one hand cupping his balls, and the other hand pulling his penis, he was enjoying the action.
However, he was also watching his wife. He enjoyed the way Mildred got her kicks licking. Mildred's tongue lashed up there, licking all the vagina juices away. Mildred was not ashamed of what she was doing, she was enjoying it too much to be ashamed.
"Ohh, ahh, ass-licker, yes, yes, rim my ass, rim it baby, rim it," the principal panted, as he pulled on his prick.
Suddenly Marilee got the hot desire to eat his dong. She pulled her tongue out of his ass-hole, demanding, "Let me eat your prick!"
He plunged his meat in her mouth, down her throat, gasping "That's what I like, a deep throat-fucker."
Mildred watched, delighted now to see her husband enjoying another woman.. It always turned her on to watch him giving it up the mouth.
"Ohh, baby, fuck that gal, fuck that gal," his wife smiled.
There was one thing that Marilee could say for Mildred. At least she wasn't the jealous type. She was too turned on with women to be. jealous. Of course, she knew she would get hers too. At this point nothing meant a thing except that huge, throbbing dong gliding down her throat.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, ohh, ahh, yes, yes, suck that prick!"
The two of them were going to town with Mildred watching also. Mildred, however, had to find something to do, so she fitted herself on the machine and turned it on. As she stood there in front of the fucking machine, and watched her husband's cock being eaten, she was indeed excited.
"Fuck it, suck it, oh, yes, yes, take all that prick, let him slide it down the throat. Oh, baby, that's beautiful," his wife replied.
Now the principal was happy that his wife enjoyed sex so much. The fucking machine was a good investment, and it was also a delightful investment to see his wife enjoy it.
"Honey, fuck it. That's it, yes, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Bill Taylor was delighted that his wife believed in such sexual freedom. Now he could finish with her and shoot his balls.
All three of them were juicing at the same time. Their spirit was in unision, it was a team-work effort.
Now that she had eaten the principal's prick, she was delighted, because she thought she was in so good with him she could get by with sex with a student.
"Well, Bill," she smiled. "You're quite a prick."
"You can take that two ways," the principal nodded. "I hope you mean it the right way, baby."
"I do," she assured him. "Don't you worry."
That night they were going to try everything.
"Look what I've got," Mildred smiled as she strode out with a dildo on.
"Oh, no," the teacher smiled. "I've never seen one of those things."
"Well it's about time you did, dear," she said, strapping it on herself proudly.
"Doesn't this look sexy?"
At last, she was ready to get her first fuck from a female.
"Lie on the bed, darling," she explained, "and spread your legs just like you were doing it with a man."
Then Marilee Stevens walked over to the bed and lay there. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it quite yet. There was a nervous sweat that glazed her body, and the strange look that surfaced in her eyes told the principal she needed something to drink.
"I'm so thirsty," Marilee complained. "Maybe if I had something to drink it would help."
"Are you an alcoholic?" the other girl asked bluntly.
"No, I'm not," she replied, "but, baby, I just have to have a drink. I can't fuck you unless I do have a drink."
That did it. She knew she had to get her a drink. So, she hurried off to the other room to get her a drink. In the meantime, the principal sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled at her.
"Isn't Mildred wonderful?" he nodded. "A really fabulous woman. How many women would tolerate their husbands doing things with other women?"
"I see what you mean," the teacher said. "Of course, you realize that because she is turned on with other women, she wants you to bring them home to her."
"Are you trying to say she isn't really concerned with me,? "
"Well, I'm not saying that," Marilee caught . herself. "I'm simply saying that don't think it's all so much generosity on her part that she allows you to bring women home."
"I know," he admitted, "but you see, I turn on when two women are going to town."
"You do?" she said. "Isn't that some neurotic thing?"
"I don't know," the principal smiled. "But, frankly, I don't care. When I see a couple of women fucking each other, I get so horny, I almost flip out of my mind."
"That's a strange obsession," she smiled, "I can't understand it."
"No," the principal laughed, "it's not a strange obsession at all. In Paris at a whore-house I used to go to, during my summer terms in France, I used to watch women making it like you wouldn't believe."
"Do they do that in France?" she asked.
"Baby, they do it all over the world," he laughed. "And that was why I thought I would marry a woman who enjoyed life every which way."
"Tell me about that place in Paris, where you studied."
"Now I wasn't studying the whorehouse," he laughed. "I was studying at a school." He explained to her that shows were put on at this place where people could watch. They were all in booths, naked as jaybirds, and they would watch couples, women and men, performing in the center stage.
"It was really beautiful," the principal explained. "You see, there they were, enjoying their bodies. There wasn't an act or deed, sexually speaking, that they didn't perform."
"It was really beautiful," his wife Mildred said, as she came in with the drinks.
"You saw it, too?" she asked.
"Why, yes, love. That's where we met. I was his girlfriend, during those years."
"And now you're his wife," she smiled, "how romantic. I can't think of a lovelier place to meet."
"Don't knock it," she said. "We got more learning out of those orgy sessions than we ever did in the school sessions."
"Well, I imagine you did learn quite a bit."
"That's where he learned to use the french tickler on me."
"You have a french tickler you use on her?"
"I certainly do," he smiled. "Those French are an imaginative people. Yes, yes," he smiled, licking his lips. "Would you like to see my french ticker, dear?"
"I imagine it would be a lot of fun to see it."
Now he went over to the dresser and pulled out a drawer. Then sipping his drink in one hand, he slid the french tickler on with the other.
Immediately she looked at it.
"My, my, what a strange looking thing."
"Yes, dear, it is," he said, "but it doesn't feel strange. It feels fantastic. You slide that thing up a woman's cunt and she goes wild. Don't you, honey?"
"Oh, I wouldn't marry a man who wouldn't use a french tickler," Mildred told her frankly. "A french tickler is half the fun of living. You see, dear, it has little nodules that touch the end of the pussy, way up there where a prick can't get. And a prick isn't made like this."
"No, thank goodness," her husband laughed. "I don't know what I'd do with it in my shorts if it was this way."
"Those little rubber nodules on the head of the french tickler are the things that give us the pleasure."
"My, my, but you've got this fucking thing down to a science, haven't you?" she said.
"No, not a science," the principal chuckled. "But at least we know how to enjoy it. Let's call it gourmet. You see, dear, people aren't afraid to prepare different dishes to eat, but they are afraid to try different positions to fuck. Isn't it ridiculous? Actually, my dear," the principal went on, "fucking should be as much fun as eating and vice versa. I know that Mildred here, and I, love to fuck and suck, as much as we do to eat. Don't we, love?"
Mildred gave him a peck on the cheek with her lips, and she smiled.
"Yes, dear," she said, "I love you, oh so much."
At last they were pressing their bodies against each other like man and wife. However, it did seem absurd, for after all, the principal was on the make for her and so was his adoring wife, Mildred.
"We are what you call sophisticated tuckers," Mildred said. "We recognize that screwing is something clean, something that is a very good sport. Something that you don't lie about, and something that you don't worry about."
"Worry?" he chuckled. "Never! We fuck, we suck, and we never worry for a minute."
"You're a lovely couple," the teacher replied. "I'm sure if you were being picked for the perfect married couple to represent our country, you would be it."
"Why thanks, love," Mildred said, kissing her full on the mouth. "However, angel, some people might not see things as we do. They're narrow-minded, naturally."
"Naturally," Marilee smiled. "After all, most people aren't imaginative. They have no creativity. You, both of you, are such creative intelligent people, that it stands to reason that the positions you take to fuck would be creative and imaginative, too."
"Is that a compliment you're paying me?" the principal said, reaching for every compliment he could as well as his cock with his hand.
"You're proud of that prick, aren't you?" the teacher smiled.
"Well, you would be, too, if you had one."
"I'm not jealous," Mildred chuckled. "I've got a prick of my own. And I'm going to shove it up your pussy just as soon as I can, dear."
"I can't wait," Marilee smiled. "Shall we?"
She walked over to the bed and Mildred drove forward with her dildo in front of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now the three of them were ready for action. The teacher got on the bed, and the principal's wife Mildred, straddled her with the dildo sticking close to Marilee's vagcna.
"You ought to put a french tickler on that dildo," Marilee suggested.
The principal broke out in laughter.
"Well, I'll take it off my prick and let her put it on hers," he laughed.
"Here you are, darling," he said to his wife, as she slid the french tickler on her dildo.
"Thank you, love," she said smiling.
Sliding the french tickler on the end of her dildo brought her a great degree of happiness. Now she was able to quickly get the thing working.
"You know, baby," she said, "I wonder whether or not we should go through with this."
"Are you afraid to let a woman have sex with you?" Mildred asked. "Are you afraid you really are a lesbian?"
"That's a hell of a thing to say," Marilee gasped. "I think you've got a lot of nerve."
"Now girls, now girls," the principal smiled. "Just relax. I know it isn't easy for two women to ever fuck together because they're so used to fighting. But, baby dolls, just relax and let's have some fun."
"Alright," Marilee agreed, "but I don't want her making any cracks about me possibly being some sub-conscious lesbian."
"You're not a les," the principal nodded, "you're a teacher. And a very good teacher. Now let my wife fuck you."
As the wife of the principal gripped the dildo and put the french tickler tightly on the head of it, she aimed it for Marilee's pussy.
"Now, here we go," she gasped, as she drove it into her.
"Oh, that's beautiful," she panted. "There we go!"
Faster and faster she rode the dildo into her. With her vagina muscles, she gripped the dildo and it raced forward.
"Oh, ah, that french tickler, it's beautiful!" Marilee cried passionately, as she pulled, the other female toward her.
She ran her hand over Mildred's buttocks, and Mildred turned to wink at her husband.
Mildred had suspected that Marilee really wanted it a lot more than she could let on. Most women, she figured, were afraid of being something they shouldn't. Also, they had that prudish, Puritan background, and therefore, it was difficult for them to relate. However, with the way that Marilee pitched her pelvis up to get the dildo thrusts, it was evident to her she was enjoying herself.
"You want to brush your breasts against her, baby," the principal smiled, as he reached for his prick and began pulling his meat.
"You like to jerk off?" Marilee said.
"Yes, I do, when I'm looking at a pleasurable sight like you two making it."
"Well, it's a lot of fun," Marilee Stevens smiled, as she let the other woman ride her.
"Oh, those fifties, they do feel tremendous when you brush them like that," Marilee laughed.
Now the two women . were going to town, while the man was pulling his prick.
"Fuck it, fuck it, girls, fuck that cunt, fuck that cunt, Oh, yes, yes, baby, fuck that cunt!"
The. wild flicking sensations continued, and the women were flipping out.
The women were going to town, and the man was watching. Their bodies were sweating, their voices were panting, as they rutted.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, oh, ah, yes, yes!" Marilee cried as her hands played with the woman who was driving the dildo into her.
"That french tickler feels so funny, it feels so good, oh, yes, I like that. Yes, yes, fuck me faster, do it, baby, do it, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, ah, wow!"
Their enchanting, exciting time had brought them to the brink of a climax.
Now she was there, she reached around and gripped Mildred's behind, pulling the ass-cheeks apart and sliding a finger up her ass-hole.
Mildred liked it a lot.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good when you stab your finger up my ass."
"Yes, baby, yes, doesn't it feel good? I knew . you'd like this."
Marilee was giving her all, and then she came. The juices gushed out of her, and the other woman shot hers, too. Mildred loved the dominant thrusting feeling, making her feel like a man.
Pushing her breasts down against her, she crushed her lips against her now. The finger kept sliding up her ass-hole, and she loved it as her dildo continued thrusting up Marilee's cunt.
"Oh, that's it, girls, love each other. Yes, yes, yes, ohh, ahh, wow!" her husband cried.
At the same time, his huge cock was ready to shoot. But he was so busy pulling, he didn't stop to think that he had a couple of women there to suck it off. Then Mildred insisted, "Hey, honey, don't shoot that cock. Save it, save it for her ass-hole. She's been fucking mine, now you can fuck hers good."
"Oh, I'd like that, baby, yes, I would. Yes, I would."
Finally she pulled the dildo out of her girl friend and then the principal smiled at the teacher.
"On your knees," the principal panted, "and I'll stab your butt."
"Sounds like fun," the teacher replied, "but it" might hurt with all that prick."
"It won't hurt," the principal smiled. "Only ten inches long, that shouldn't hurt!"
"I don't know about that," Marilee panted, "but if you want to try, with some lube on your tube, I might take it."
"Get the Vaseline, baby," he looked at his wife and told her.
She went to the medicine chest and came back. Then she opened the Vaseline jar, dipping her finger inside, took some out and fingered Marilee's ass-hole. Following that, she reached for her husband's prick and greased it, too. Then the husband took that prick and stabbed her butt. Grasping her behind, he roughly thrust his cock into her ass-hole.
"Oh, wow! You're killing me," she panted.
"It'll only hurt for a little while, honey, then it'll feel good. Real, real good!"
At this point the huge throbbing cock ripped into her ass-hole, and she thought she'd flip out.
"Easy, now, that's it, don't push it so hard, oh, that hurts!"
"Ah, oh, yes, faster, fucker, faster, throw that ass in gear!"
She ground her hips around and he thrust it into her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, yes, that's what I like, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, oh, oh!"
Now he was rutting into her ass-hole good. His balls jiggled against her butt, and his body was sweating. At this point his wife got down beneath her, and began licking at her ,gash. As her tongue slid along her slit, she thrust inside.
"Oh, wow!" the teacher cried. "I'm getting it from two ends. I love it!"
The hot tongue of his wife stabbed inside of her, while the hard cock of her husband shot up the ass-hole.
"I'm getting fucked royal!"
The principal's meat slid inside, and she gripped it with her ass muscles, and worked on it vigorously. He reached over as he bent over her body, and grasped her tits. He tweaked them with the ends of his fingers, and enjoyed it immensely.
"Oh, does that fever feel good, he told her. "Yes, oh yes, fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, flick!"
This was indeed an exciting moment. For he was able to see his wife do her thing, and watch the sexy teacher's body charging back to meet his prick.
"Oh, Marilee, what an ass, tight as hell, yes, baby, yes, that's what I like!"
Faster and faster the hot cock shot. It was a delightful trip and he liked it.
"Oh, baby, that's it, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
In and out the hot cock shot, and he rammed it up the rectum with glee.
"Oh, baby, that's it, ahh, yes, yes, twist that tail!"
She churned her butt around and got the cock in there. Her revolving ass, with his driving cock, was bringing her there. She was enjoying every succulent second of it. Now he reached out and pinched her tits as he shot his wad. His cock rammed in up to the hilt.
"Sock it to me, honey," she told the principal.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's what I like!" the principal cried as he rammed it in all the way: home.
"Oh, wow, I'm cuming again," the teacher panted, as she juiced.
Mildred's tongue was right there when she did cum to catch it all, too: Mildred licked and lapped, enjoying the juicy vagina. The teacher was flipping out.
"Oh, wow, yes, yes, I can't stand it. Ahhh, ohhh, fuck me, suck me, love me!"
The sucking, licking tongue of Mildred, and the thrusting prick of the principal was bringing her there.
Once more, the teacher shot, cuming in multiples now. The orgasm was thrilling, and the multi-climax was driving her out of her gourd.
"Ohh, ahh, I'm juicing again, I don't know why but it's turning me on. Maybe I'm les, maybe I'm AC-DC, I don't know, but its bringing me there."
She couldn't understand why a woman fastened to her vagina with her mouth, and a man slamming it in her ass-hole, had given her the most electrical sexual thrill she had ever experienced in her life. The sexual ecstasy was unbelievable. Her spine was tingling, her legs felt shivers of excitement racing down to her toes which tingled, too.
"Oh, that's beautiful," she panted. "I love it."
Finally, when they had finished the wild sexual act, the principal pulled his prick out of her ass-hole, and the woman got off of her pussy. The principal said, "You know, baby, my wife does something I like. I wonder if you'd do it for me."
"What's that?"
"I hate to tell you," he nodded.
"No, don't be afraid, I know some men like to be jacked off, and I do a pretty good job, blow jobs, we've had that. What do you want?"
"Well, I'd like it if you would stick your finger up my ass-hole, and then fuck me with the dildo."
"Me, wear dildo?" Marilee asked.
"Why not?" he nodded. "A. dildo isn't anything wrong to wear. As a matter-of-fact, it feels mighty good when you get fucked."
"Alright, he said, "I'll let you use a dildo."
"Alright, use that dildo."
Now she slipped the dildo on, and felt strange as she looked in the ni . or at herself. "I feel like a new-born les."
"You don't have to," the principal assured her. "Don't you worry, baby, there are a lot of men who want their wives to put a dildo on and fuck their ass-holes good."
"Why yes, dear," the principal's. wife said. "Many men are anally oriented. They like to have a lady's tongue up their ass-hole, a finger, or a dildo."
"Well," Marilee explained, "I suppose it isn't too bad, but it does seem a bit unusual."
"Unusually good," the principal smiled. "Now I'm ready."
The principal was, too, as he got on the bed, bent over, and had his ass ready to be screwed.
"Fuck away," he smiled, "I'm ready!"
He was ready, too, and as she screwed, he thought he would flip out.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, as he fucked away.
Finally the hot cock, shot up there, and he enjoyed it. The fact it was a plastic penis made it wonderful to him, and the fact that it was a woman thrusting, too.
"I guess I'm just an ass-fucker from way back," the principal panted, as the woman thrust it to him.
"That's it, honey, now you get the hang of it."
Marilee was building up a good solid thrusting action, and as she did so, he became amazed at what a fantastic screw she was. She had good tempo, good rhythm, and she knew just how to bend over and press her beautiful breasts against the back of his chest.
"Oh, I like it with your tits brushing down on my back," he told her. "It feels fantastic, yes, it does!"
"Fuck it, damn it, fuck it," she said as she watched his wiggling ass and she thrust that tool.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it! Fuck, fuck, oh, wow!"
Now they were fucking faster and faster.
"Ah, oh, yes, yes, yes!" She gasped as he groaned.
Then his wife got down below him and pulled his cock into her mouth.
"Yes, Mildred, suck my prick! Fuck my ass, Marilee, baby, fuck it good!"
With Mildred sucking his prick, and playing with his balls, the other woman driving that dildo up his butt, it was too much.
"Oh, fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes, that's how I like it, yes, yes, yes!"
Faster and faster the wild thrusting went. "Ahh, ohh, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was thrusting his cock into his wife's mouth, letting it slide down her throat as the juice spurted. She sucked quickly, pulling the dick back into her mouth so she could taste the juice.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he told her. "That's how I like it, yes, oh, baby, suck that prick. Eat that juice! Go after the juice, beautiful wife!"
Mildred loved to be called his wife, and how she loved his juice. These were her balls, her prick. She didn't mind sharing with another woman. because he was generous, too, and accommodated her passion for women.
"Suck that cock, suck it, oh, yes, cock-sucker, suck."
When Mildred had finished eating his prick, she let it slide limpid out of her mouth. Then Marilee pulled the dildo out of his ass-hole and lay on the bed.
"How was I?" she asked.
"You were beautiful," the principal assured her, patting her on the behind.
"Yes, dear, so few of you women could ever give a fuck like you did to him tonight. A huge blob of cum came out of his cock and I certainly enjoyed it. He was trembling, and I knew that he really enjoyed the way you screwed his ass-hole, didn't you, dear?"
"I sure did, wife," he smiled. "We really have trained her well."
Now Marilee was brought back to reality. She needed another drink, quickly, to blur the truths from her. The unpleasant, awful truths that she was caught up in a sexual whirlpool, and it seemed as if she never would stop fucking.
"I have to have something to drink," Marilee smiled wearily.
"Alright, love, another bourbon, you're that bourbon baby, aren't you?"
"Right on," Marilee smiled. "Hurry, honey, I can't wait."
"Maybe you'd like some marijuana," the principal laughed. "You can have it if you want it."
"Oh, no, you don't smoke that pot stuff, do you?"
"Well," the principal laughed, "not very often."
"Not at all," Mildred said. "We wouldn't do a thing like that."
"No, we're quite conservative," the principal said, as he sipped his drink. "My wife is, too. You could tell that from the way she drove that dildo up your cunt, couldn't you?" he chuckled.
"That's what I love about you both," she said. "I only hope you are as tolerant of everything."
"Well, one thing we can't be tolerant of," the principal said seriously, "is anybody who will play with a kid in school."
"I know," she said, "and don't you worry about me."
"That's good," he said, " 'cause you're a very sexy teacher, and I'm sure a lot of boys would like to slide their cocks up you, just like I do."
"I know," the teacher replied, "and I take every precaution to make sure nobody would ever trap me into anything."
"That's good," Mildred said. "You can't be too careful about these sex nuts. You don't know what they're going to pull."
"I know," the teacher said, "I have always tried to protect myself. And, I won't do everything."
"I'm sure not," Mildred said, "because you haven't thought of everything."
"Was that a nice crack?" the principal said. "It may be true but it wasn't nice."
"You two are really something," the teacher smiled. "You have a wild sense of humor, don't you?"
"We have to," the principal laughed. "My wife, me and Mildred, have some rather peculiar sexual ideas. Everybody might not understand."
"I know," she said.
"How would you like to put on a uniform?"
"What kind of a uniform?" the teacher asked. "The black boots, the black bra, and the black mask. Then you use a small riding whip to whip my butt."
"I'd like to do that."
"Why not?"
"Well," the teacher explained, "that's getting pretty weirdo!"
"Weirdo is a funny word to use."
"Go ahead," the principal insisted. "I want it."
There was no other way, for the two of them were determined to do what they wanted to do.
She went into the other room and brought out a small mask, the bra, and the boots. Then she tossed the riding whip on the bed.
"You see, darling, my husband has some very peculiar ideas, too. But, you should see his reaction when you whip his ass."
"Is it nice?" Marilee asked.
"You wait and find out for yourself," she smiled.
"Alright, I'll have to wait, but first I'll put on these boots, and this flimsy little bra. The bra hardly covers anything, you know."
"That's the general idea," she said. "It's to make the tits look twice as inviting."
Instantly, Marilee saw what sh! meant. She slipped on the skimpy flimsy bra, and her giant-sized knockers flopped out, except for the nipples.
"Cleavage counts," the principal smiled. "And you can see all the cleavage in that sexy little black lace bra. That really gets my balls agitated. And, baby, those black boots are too much."
"Alright, I'll put them. on," Marilee agreed, as she sat down and slipped into the tight-fitting black kid boots. However, once she had the black boots and the bra on, she wondered what she would wear over her pussy.
"I'm still naked here," Marilee said. "Give me something!
"Oh,-no, the principal said slyly. "That's your beauty spot. Let it show!"
"Well, you've got a point there," she agreed. "It, is beautiful, isn't it?"
"We both think it is," Mildred; said, eyeing her juicily.
"Now, dear, put the little mask on and put that whip in. your hand.
The mask went on and the whip went to her hand.
"Come over here and whip my butt," the principal: insisted.
It was difficult for Marilee to ,go over and whack the butt of her principal. However, he asked her, and what could she do?
She felt ridiculous as she glanced in the mirror and saw her reflection. There was the mask covering her face, the skimpy bra just holding her tits up, and the black boots. That was it! All except for the whip with its black leather handle and its fine-lined black whip cord.
"Whip my ass," he begged her. "Whip me, whip me, I love it!"
"I, hope you do, Bill," Marilee smiled, bringing the whip down in a hard lash across his ass.
"Oh, yes, I like that," he said, "feels real good!"
That brought them pleasure, and at this point, he was flipping out as she whipped that over his ass.
From the way that the principal's butt wiggled on the bed as the whip lacerated his buttocks, she realized that the whipping represented a fucking to him. He wiggled his ass like somebody was stabbing it with a dildo. And, she saw the huge sight of his cock as he pressed in the bed.
"Whip me some more, whip me some more, I've been a bad boy," the principal said, as he relived his childhood fantasies and traumas.
"Take this, and that, more, more," she said, slapping the whip across his ass. It reddened and soon it was at the point where it was bleeding.
"Lick my ass," he begged her, "Lick the blood off my butt."
Not knowing, what to do but obey, she went over there and bent over his butt, and let her breasts brush against them, and the blood from his butt went to her breasts. Then she began licking him, and he loved that, too. Arching his behind up far enough, she let the tongue slide in his ass-hole.
"Oh, baby, I love that," he panted, "stab that ass with your tongue, oh, yes, tongue-fucker. Come on and tongue me."
Mildred watched, and loved to see the way she did things. She was the most uninhibited woman she'd ever seen, and she knew they were indeed lucky to find a woman who would participate and enjoy it the way she did.
"Oh, baby, suck that ass," the principal demanded. "Suck, suck that ass up, suck asst"
She let her tongue slide up his ass-hole, and then she thrust. How he loved that, and he told her, "Baby, you are something else."
She felt like something else, she felt like a fool. Why was it that she was always called upon for these bizarre sex acts? She was the one told to do this, told to do that, and now here she was sucking the principal's ass, literally.
"Oh, teacher, suck that sweet ass," he demanded.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," Mildred said. Apparently Mildred was diddling herself while she watched her husband getting his ass licked. Mildred's hand worked faster and faster in her vagina, and it wasn't long before she was juicing. As the cum trickled down her inner thigh, Marilee looked at her and said, "Oh, Mildred, honey, I'll lick that stuff up if you want me to."
"I wish you would, darling, come over here, baby."
She went back and . licked the juice off Mildred's leg. The women looked each other in the eye and then their bodies quivering, their faces looking at each other sadly, they kissed.
"Oh, baby, isn't that beautiful," she said.
At this point the principal was lying there like a boy who had been whipped and beaten. But he had juiced, his huge hard tool had shot while she was sucking his ass. He lay there on the bed with a gob of cum on the sheet.
"Wipe up my cum," he told Mildred.
"Wipe it up yourself, love," she said, as she watched Marilee licking her leg.
"Doesn't it taste good, darling?" she asked Marilee.
"Sure it does, lover."
Marilee did enjoy this action. She licked, she loved it.
"Oh, Marilee, just a little sex-pot."
Finally the principal got up and went to the bathroom and wiped up his own cum.
When Marilee had finished licking the leg of Mildred, she sat down and said with a smile on her face, "This was a party, wasn't it?"
"A real suckathon," the principal said, "have you ever been invited to orgies like this before?"
"We had some in college," the teacher admitted, "but I didn't go to them very often."
"Well, when you did go," the principal assured her, "you were the hit of the show, weren't you?"
Marilee was delighted that she had been able to bring some good times to the principal and his wife. However, she determined that she should get back to her young student lover, Alan. The more she sucked on the principal's cock, ass and balls, the more she could appreciate the youthful virility of Alan. He was clean all over, beautiful, strong, young. But, above all, the juicy sperm tasted different. It was creamier, thicker, and more vibrant to the taste. And, she didn't enjoy sucking on the principal's prick, anywhere near as much as she had on her student's cock.
"How'd you like my joint?" the principal smiled.
She looked at him and smiled, "I loved it," she continued, "You're quite a stud, you really are!"
"Well, I have been in my day," the principal said, "now and then I'm just as good as new. But most of the time I can't cut it like I used to."
"Well, none of us can," the teacher smiled, "It's really something that happens to every-one. We get a little older and we fuck a little less."
"I love the way you put things," he smiled. "You have such a sense of humor."
"Yes, I do, a delicious sense of humor."
"Now, I guess I'd better be going," Marilee said. "Maybe one for the road."
"That's all you need," his wife replied. "You'll get picked up and. wind up in jail. And you'll be so stoned out of your gourd, you'll be telling everyone in town you're fucking me, and fucking my husband."
"They'd never believe me," Marilee said, "Mildred, baby, you're so reserved and your husband, Bill, is so dignified."
"Dignity has nothing to do with it," Bill smiled. "It's how much balls a man has."
"Well, you're a ballsy brute, if I ester saw one," Marilee told him frankly.
"You're quite a compliment giver," he nodded. "Well, honey, I sure did enjoy this. It was fun."
"I'm glad you did."
Now they parted, and she got dressed and went her way. On the way home she stopped at the liquor store to get some booze.
"What do you want?" the man at the liquor store asked her.
"A bottle," she said, "any bottle will do."
"Would any cock do?" he asked, thinking that maybe she would give in to him.
"You asking me for something?" she smiled. "I'm asking you if you want to make it with me?" the dark-haired, dark-eyed liquor store man demanded.
"Well, do you think you could satisfy me?"
"I think I could," he said, and she glanced down at his cock swelling his pants.
"Alright, but when are you off here?"
"In ten minutes," he said, "can you wait, honey?"
"For that I could wait twenty minutes," she laughed.
"Well, once you taste it, you say I'm real good."
"You sure got a lot of nerve to ask me stuff like that," she slurred.
"Well, baby, I can see you're a, little tight, and I think you probably went to the bar to pick up some cock-action."
"Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong. But I can tell you one thing," she smiled. "I'm a good grind."
"Bet your sweet ass you are, baby," he smiled, "and I want to fuck you like hell."
"You'll get that opportunity, and soon."
Now she was flipping out with desire to have another fuck. It was as if she had jumped on, a screw merry-go-round, and couldn't get enough cocks. Naked man after naked man was on the merry-go-round, and she was pulling on their pricks, one by one, dropping to her knees and sucking, flipping her body around and getting it jabbed up her rectum, then she saw naked women leap on the merry-go-round beside the naked men. There they were standing with their dildos. And she ran from one naked woman to the other, sliding herself on their dildos, and panting as she pushed her tits to theirs.
"Hey, baby, fuck me," she said, as the drunken nightmare sex merry-go-round flashed before her eyes too vividly.
"I've got customers in here," he whispered, "pipe down."
"Sorry," she whispered, "I'll go out to my car."
"No,. stay here," he insisted. "Just keep your mouth shut."
He didn't want to lose her, he wanted to keep his eyes on her. She was a sweet piece of pussy, and he couldn't wait to fuck her. She knew she would have to take the day off tomorrow, but she was sure the principal wouldn't object. After all, she had been balling with him and his wife, so how could he object?
CHAPTER FIVE
Finally, the last customers went out of the liquor store and she was left alone with the dark-haired man.
"I'm Craig, honey," he smiled, "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Marilee," she giggled, "Craig, you're a real interesting man."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you pick up with people just like that. Most people don't, you know. They're suspicious, they're fearful, they're afraid. But no, you saw me, little me, and you liked me.
"Knock it off, baby, I wanted to ball you. You look like you'd be a good piece of ass."
"Craig," she said abruptly. "You're so blunt."
"So honest, honey. I'm not interested in marriage."
"I never said you were," she said. "But I thought you'd be interested in a little."
"In what, a little baby?" he chuckled. "I'm interested in getting my rocks off. Haven't you ever met a man like me?"
"Yes, and no," she smiled.
"That's what I call a direct answer.
"I always try to tell the truth," she said.
"I'll follow you to your place," he told her.
"Why don't we go to your place?" she demanded.
"Im afraid my old lady wouldn't appreciate you," he told her.
Instantly into her mind flashed the principal's wife, and vividly she remembered how she had had sex with her. Apparently all wives weren't the same, yet, she thought, if she had her dildo now, she could go home with him and give his wife a good screwing. Maybe that was what his wife needed. Who knows? Maybe she was home alone, sweating with a lot of children. This horny dark-haired bastard did look like he was very virile, and no doubt he had pumped her full of plenty of seed, and given her plenty of kids.
"Well, love, you follow me."
They drove the street, and he followed closely behind.
She felt shaky as she was driving, and wondered if she would ever make it. It did bother her that she had such difficulty driving. Was it the booze? Or was it exhaustion? Fucking exhaustion? She wondered what he would like to do. She had had such a variety of experiences, in such a short space of time, she imagined he probably would want to do something wild.
Once they were inside the apartment, he wasted no, time in telling her what he would like.
"Alright," he said, unzipping his fly, "I want you to blow it."
"Oh, aren't you even going to take off your clothes?" she demanded.
"Why should I?" he demanded.
"It's more fun that way," she explained. "It's more intimate."
"More intimate my ass."
"Well, baby," she smiled, "I would suck ass for you, I'd like your balls, I would do a lot of things that I bet you can't get your wife to do."
"You'd do all that?" the liquor store man asked her.
"Yes, Craig, I would love to."
"Well, if you would do all that," he agreed, "I'll take off my clothes any day."
Together they went into her bedroom and she took off all of her clothes. As she stripped, she looked at him and she became more and more excited.
"Oh, baby, are you ever a good looking chick," he smiled as he saw her large size breasts appear.
"I'm glad you appreciate beauty," she said. "They are beautiful, aren't they?"
"You bet your sweet ass they are," he said.
Then, she got a good look at him. Craig was a muscular looking man, and looked as if he had done a lot of swimming. His muscles rippled and she was thrilled to get the sight of him.
"Craig, you look like quite a sportsman," she smiled.
"Well, I used to go out for boxing and a little track."
"You have such nice sturdy legs," she told him admiringly.
"You like my legs, huh?"
"Yes, I do," she said.
"And you'll suck my ass for me?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'll suck ass for you," she assured him.
Now, they were excited. She walked over to him and patted his behind.
"Baby, all you have to do is sit on my face, and I'll suck it."
"O.K., darling," he said. "Nothing nicer than a good hot ass suck."
She got up on the bed, and Craig straddled her from behind. As he bent over, he brought his ass cheeks close to her face. She gripped his buttocks, and let her hands play with him.
"My, what a sweet ass this is," she smiled, as she looked straight up at his ass-hole. Then, sticking her tongue out stiffly, she began licking all around Craig's quivering ass-hole. Craig loved it, and let his ass slide down her stiffened tongue.
"Ohhhh, baby; that's beautiful," he told her. "That's what I like, oh yes, suck that ass, suck my ass-hole."
She sucked on Craig's ass with a fury, and he loved her for doing it to him.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, yes, oohh, aahh," he panted, as he reached to grip his prick and pull his shaft as quickly as he could. He loved to look at her, and then he thought of her sucking on his big juicy nuts while he pulled on his rod.
"Hey, baby," he said, "how would you like to suck on my balls a while?"
She let her tongue slide along his. testicles, and then he pointed his cock to her mouth.
"O.K. baby," he smiled, "take this, nine inches!"
This was what she was waiting for. The hard long prick.
She sucked in, and then she felt it reaching to the back of her throat. He pumped it down, and as it slid down her throat, his balls jiggled on her chin.
"That's it, baby, eat my meat! Oh yes, suck it, suck that prick! That's it, oh, ah, suck that cock!"
The sucking sexsations were driving him wild. It was as if he was being drawn in by quicksand. He loved her. Loved her mouth, that is.
"Oh, baby, eat my sperm!"
A second later, he shot his load. She gulped it down, joyfully, sorry that it wasn't in her mouth so she could savor its delicious taste.
He jerked his meat back, when she sucked on it too long, and said, "Leave the head on it, honey, I'll need it next time."
She lay there limp. The action had been so wonderful for her. Then, he lunged down for her cunt.
"Baby, I'll eat your cunt, and you can go. on sucking my ass out. That would feel good having your tongue stabbing my ass-hole, while I'm sucking your pussy."
"Alright, love," she smiled, "I'll eat your ass while you eat my cunt. Fair exchange!"
As he looked at her fur triangle, he watched the hairs move as his tongue lapped along the slit. It excited him no end to see her slit quiver, and then he slid his tongue in there, and began thrusting. Pumping and thrusting the way he did, became extremely exciting for him.
"Oohh, aahh, baby, that's it!" he panted, as he licked her slit.
She loved the way he wet the velvety vagina walls. Next thing she knew, her tongue was sliding up his ass-hole, in unison to his tongue driving into her pussy.
"Oh, baby, that's what I like about it, that's what I like. Yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The passionate, exciting time that they were having was continuing, as her tongue slid in and out of his smooth ass-hole and his tongue licked away at her velvety vagina. At a certain second, she felt his teeth nibble on her love button. Her clitoris quivered, her body shivered. Suddenly she gushed. Pressing his mouth down tightly to her slit, he ate her. He loved to eat gushing pussy, figuring it was like the fountain of youth. Pushing her pelvis upward, she wrapped her legs around his neck as he sucked her pussy.
"Oh, baby, eat that cunt, suck that pussy, yes baby, yes, suck, suck that cunt!"
How he loved to hear a woman call her vagina a cunt. That was what he thought of it as, and didn't see any reason for a woman to think of it in any other way.
"Oh, baby, Craig, eat my cunt!"
Craig's arms gripped her behind, as he sucked away at her slit. When he had finished, he lifted his face off her, and said, "You know, baby, you're really a great grind."
"Why, thank you Craig," she smiled. "I aim to please!"
"That's more than I can say for my wife," he said. "She aims to please herself. Half the time she's fucking me, she's grinding out a fur coat or whatever she can milk me for."
"Oh, how awful," she replied. "I would never do that to a man. When I leap in bed with a man, I go there for one purpose. And you know what that is!"
"I do, honey, and my cock sure does too," he smiled. "Mentioning cock, look at it now!"
"You sure do flip up quick, don't you, love?" she smiled, reaching down to stroke it and lick his weighty testicles.
"Yes, baby, I'll admit I do," he smiled.
"I bet you like to do all kinds of things with the women you make it with, don't you?"
"You know it," 'he said. "I'm what they call a creative fucker."
"Creative fucker?" she demanded. "What on earth is that?"
"Well, baby," he smiled. "A creative fucker is one who uses his imagination. So many people just lie in bed and look at each other. The man just jumps on top, pressing his knees into the mattress, and the woman just lays there. What is needed, is a little imagination. Why not let the woman get on top and slide it down on the flagpole? Or, better still, who not try it Greek style on a table?"
"Greek style on a table?"
"Haven't you ever heard of that term?" he smiled.
"No, I guess I'm just a little innocent girl from the back woods who hasn't had much adventure sexually speaking," she said.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "About as backward as a Forty Second Street hustler!"
"Well, I like that, I'll never suck your ass out again."
"I'm sorry I said that," he said. "I'd hate to think that was the last ass suck you'll ever give me, you're really good at it. You've got the tongue for it."
"Alright," he said. "I'll tell, you what a Greek way is. You get up on a table, and bend over, and I stand on the floor, and fuck your ass-hole good."
"Why not try it?" she said. "I'll just have to take a few papers I'm correcting off the dining room table, and we can make it in there."
"Great idea," Craig said, getting off the bed naked and horny and hot.
They went into the dining room, and she put the papers off the table, and got up on the table naked.
"Now that's what I call good enough to eat," he smiled. "And sex served in the dining room."
"Honey, now do your thing. You said you were gonna fuck me Greek table style. Do me!"
"That's it, baby, beg for it."
He got behind her, and spit in his hand, applying some spit to the head of his prick, and then parting her ass cheeks began sliding his tool into the slot.
"It will hurt for a second," he told her.
"I know," she shivered.
"Relax!"
"It isn't easy," she said.
Now, he thrust. As the huge tool. slid in place, her body gripped it tightly, and vigorously her anus muscles began working on it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he smiled.
Then the action began, as she worked her anus muscles vigorously around his huge, sliding tool.
She gripped the cock in her anus, and he worked it vigorously back and forth, with hard, driving thrusts. He kept the action up until they were flipping out.
Even though she had never done it on the table before, she decided it wouldn't be her last time. It was fun alright, and he was enjoying it too.
"Oh, baby, that's the way it's done, oh yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it."
Finally, as the thrills continued and she couldn't stand it any longer, he stopped.
"Baby, you had enough?"
"No, I wanna feel you shoot it," she insisted.
Then he drove it in, up to the hilt, and as his cock stabbed her ass-hole, he shot. The juices went into a steady stream, and she kept twisting her tail to receive him.
"Oh baby, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, fuck it, yes, baby, fuck! Fuck it! Oh, ah, yes, yes, yes!"
The super fucking sensations, stopped, and then he pulled his pecker out. He stood there, with the head of his cock dripping on the floor, and she said, "Honey, don't drip on my carpet."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll wipe it up."
He went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, wetting it under the sink. Returning, he bent over naked, and washed the sperm off the carpet.
"Oh, honey, thank you," she smiled.
"You're quite a guy," she nodded.
Going back to the bedroom, she said to him, "I wonder what you've done for a living in your lifetime."
"Well, I've been an honest man," he told her. "I used to run a blind pig.
"A blind pig?"
"Yes," he explained. "That's a place where you take girls, put them in bedrooms, and let men come in and buy 'em. Then you have gambling going on too, so they can have gambling and all the sex they want right in one apartment."
"What a wonderful thing to bring so much job and pleasure to people," she said.
"I wish the policemen shared your view," he told her quite frankly.
"You mean they caught up with you?"
"Oh yes, they did. I served time, and now I'm free. So I'm free, so I'm abiding by the law."
"That's nice," she smiled.
Then, he got dressed and she watched him as he walked out of her place.
Now, she was alone, alone with her own thoughts. And she struggled.
The next morning Marilee awakened and called in at the school, and told the principal's secretary she couldn't make it. The secretary became nosey and asked her why. But she only told her she wasn't feeling well. When the secretary wanted to know the exact ailment, she said good-bye Avid hung up. Now she was alone and went back to bed, feeling rather groggy. The different thoughts of the things that had happened to her flooded through her mind. She really felt that she had put herself in good stead with the principal, yet, his big fuss about not playing with the students, hit her. It might be his job or her neck, and she knew which one would win. She could almost see visions of her self walking out the schoolhouse, never to return. All of this nauseated her, yet it haunted her. Now, she didn't know what to do.
Finally she decided the only sane and sensible thing to do would be to face it head on.
"Well," she smiled, "Look at yourself in the mirror."
Walking over to the mirror, she looked at her reflection. Her hair was tousled, her eyes were hazy and cloudy, and her forehead was wrinkling. She looked like an old bag, and it tortured her. Actually, did one night of screwing and drinking do that much to her?
This she didn't know. Finally, she slipped back to bed and tried to get some rest. But rest refused to come, as nightmares gripped her mind. It was a terrible time, and she didn't know how she would ever get over the whole mess. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't rest, she felt like going to a women's massage parlor. And so, when she couldn't rest at all, she did.
As she went into the massage parlor, the woman who operated the place said, "I guess you want to get dried out."
"I guess so."
"Well, my dear," the woman replied, "first you start with a steam bath. Then., we give you the massage, and eventually you'll wake up. A good cold shower does miracles."
"I hope something does miracles," she said, "because I need a miracle awfully bad right now."
She went inside the massage parlor and took off all of her clothes and went into the steam room. As she stepped into the steam room, there was a wisp of air that filtered in, that allowed her a view of a woman sitting over in the corner. The woman was a blonde girl, with sensitive blue eyes. But what attracted her more, were the beautiful breasts, the erect nipples. As she looked down at the pussy, she noticed it was shaved. The girl looked as though she might have been an actress.
"Oh, I hope this does some good," she began, hoping to make a little conversation.
"I hope it does too," the girl smiled. "I've got to perform, and I can't go on like this."
"Perform?"
"Yes, she smiled, "I'm a dancer."
"What kind of dancing do you do?"
"All kinds, dear," she said, not wanting obviously. to go into detail.
"Well, I'm a teacher," she said, and I'm a little under the weather."
"I don't wonder," she said, "from all I've been reading about the schools these days, you need to be a warrior as well as a teacher."
"It can be dangerous," she said. "A little pearl handled pistol probably would help as much as anything."
"I don't think it's right that they let those students kill people. It seems as. if they are juvenile, they get sent off easy."
"I know," she replied. "It is disgusting. .I guess they figure life is cheap."
"That's so right," the girl replied, "and it's disgusting!"
"It certainly is," she smiled.
As she looked at the shaved vagina she got turned on. Somehow, after her wild sexual affair with the principal's wife she began turning on with women. Now, she knew all of the sexual excitement that could be derived in female-female sex.
"Oh, ah, aren't you a cute girl," she said admiringly.
"Stop it, honey, or I'll think you're horny for me."
"If I were a man, I could be," she said. "You've got it all, and just the right amounts, in the right places."
"You flatter me," the girl replied, "you really do. And thank you."
"Well, honey, you've got tits on you like I've never seen."
"You haven't got a bad body yourself," she commented. "You really have beautiful boobs."
Looking at her up and down, she commented, "Beautiful thighs too, beautiful everything."
"You know how to kiss?" the woman replied, "I learned last night at a party."
"Is that so?"
For a moment the woman turned away, and then she smiled, "Tell me about it."
"Well," she said impatiently, "I had sex every which way. It was a little orgy. Private party orgy."
"You mean with women too?" she said knowingly.
"With women too," she said.
"That's funny you should mention that," she replied, "because I'm a swinger."
"I guess I am too," she admitted. "I didn't know till last night. Now I know."
"What taught you?"
"Well, dear, it was a strange thing. This man wanted me to make it with his wife. I bucked the idea at first. Then I thought, why not? I have beautiful boobs, yes, but I'm not the only woman in the world. Heavens, no, so I decided why not have sex with her and find out what it would be like."
"And did you?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "with real diplomatic flavor."
"I enjoyed it too; "That's nice," she said. "Would you enjoy having sex with me?"
"I don't know," her face broke pinto a wide smile.
"You've been asking for it ever since you came in the steam room, darling. Maybe you didn't know that. But it stands out all over."
"I guess I'm not aware of it, really," she replied.
"I don't think it's much use wasting time here, darling," she said. "Some of the girls would do you but you buy it. When you buy sex it isn't half as much fun as when it's natural, and the person wants to do it because they are really genuinely attracted."
"You're so right," she replied. "I didn't know it was that kind of place."
"Apparently, dear, there's a lot of things you don't know. However, it's never too late to learn, is it?"
"Never," she replied.
Now the two women had made their deal. The naked bodies made it possible for them to see what each other had to offer. And, they found each other. Now, getting up, and walking out of the place, the teacher turned and looked at the girl.
"What did you say your name was?" she asked the girl.
"Marsha," she replied.
"Marsha," she said, "my name is Marilee."
"Hi, Marilee," she said, "I hope we have a wonderful time, and I'm sure we will."
When both women had dressed, they walked out of the place together. Marilee had the car, and she drove Marsha back to her apartment.
"You live in a very nice area," she commented, "you must do very well in your profession."
"Do you want me to level?" she said. "I'm not a dancer, honey, I'm a hustler."
"Well, I guess I'll just drop you off, Marilee said.. "I'm not paying for anything."
"Don't get me wrong," Marsha smiled, "I have some men coming, and I fuck them. However, with women, it's love. Does that make sense?"
"Not much, but what does in this topsy-turvy world?"
"That's what I say," she replied. "I guess I've got too many men to care for one. I'm on to their tricks."
"They can be sneaky and tricky, I grant you," Marilee replied. "You still want me to come in, darling?"
"Oh yes, very much," Marsha replied, seriously now.
"Alright," she said, "I might as well. But you really did do the wrong thing by telling me a lie. You said you were a dancer. Now, you tell me you're a hustler."
"Do you hold it against a hustler?" the girl asked.
"Hold what against a hustler?"
"I mean, do you hold it against a girl for selling her body?"
"Why should I? It's her body, doesn't she have a right to do with it what she wants?"
"In some states, no. In some countries, no. The society says exactly how you must use your body. For example, I don't think this society would approve of us making love."
"Who would we hurt?"
"Ourselves," she replied gloomily.
"Well, baby, the fuckers who write those laws haven't made it very many ways. If they had, they wouldn't be quite so narrow."
Now, they were entering the room. What a beautiful room it was, too. White fuck rug, and blue sofa. The walls were white, with gold paintings, and pictures. The room looked beautiful.
"I see you're doing quite well," Marilee told her frankly.
"Yes, I am," she said. "Would you excuse me while I call my answering service?"
"Answering service? This is Marsha. Yes, yes, alright, I'll call them later."
She put a couple of numbers down on a note pad and came over to Marilee, looking directly into Marilee's eyes. She touched her cheeks with her hands.
"You're a very beautiful girl," she smiled. "Very beautiful, love."
Now the girls were turning on. Instantly, Marilee felt her breast. nipples become erect. Why, why should this woman be such a tantalizing sexual image for her? Then, the other girl suggested, "The first thing we should do, baby, is take off all of our clothes."
"Alright," she united. "You've seen me, but to make it with me, I guess I do have to take off all of my clothes."
She got up and removed her blouse and slid down her skirt. Now the teacher was down to her panties and bra. The other woman undressed slowly too, and then coming over to her new found girl friend, unfastened the bra and let the breasts bounce out.
"Oh, baby, it must be seen to be appreciated."
"Well," she said, "Let's get in bed."
And so, the two women got in bed and as Marsha pulled Marilee toward her, she said, "Baby, I think we ought to use my dildo later. Now, let's just press our boobs and our pussies against each other."
The two women pushed their bodies against each other, and then their lips collided in a passionate kiss.
"Oh, Marsha," Marilee smiled, "it's so wonderful to feel your titties."
"That's what's wonderful about a woman," Marsha explained. "You see, baby, a woman's breasts pressing against another woman's breasts is really .something."
"Will you eat my pussy?" Marilee asked her.
"You bet I will," she said, "I'm proud to be a . pussy eater, darling, and I can assure you of one thing, a woman can eat pussy better than any man could ever do it for her."
"I believe it," she said. "I really do, baby. I believe you can do it."
Now they went on kissing, licking and loving. It wasn't long before Marsha was going down to her breasts, and licking them. She let her tongue slide around the nipples of Marilee's tits, and Marilee loved it.
"Oh, Marsha," she panted, "how you lick those titites. Oh, that's just beautiful. Yes, do it, yes, do it."
CHAPTER SIX
When the two girls had finished kissing, the next thing was for Marilee to beg her girlfriend to don her dildo, and give her a fuck. However, she got the surprise of her life, when the girl walked out with a double dildo.
"What on earth is that?" she demanded. "Can't you tell?"
"No, baby, I really can't."
"Well, baby, one fits up the ass hole, the other slides up the pussy."
"Why, that's better than a man," Marilee giggled. "A man has one prick. He can only-fuck you up the cunt or up the ass hole."
"You see, darling," Marsha smiled, "we really don't need a man's prick. Not when we have all of these devices, darling."
Proud of herself, Marsha got on the bed and straddled Marilee. As she looked down at her naked flesh, she became more and more intensely excited. There she was, those huge tits, with their erect nipples. Next, she put the dildo even with her gash. However, she had to adjust the gildos, to make sure one would fit up her cunt conveniently, and the other slide up her behind.
At this point, she was ready to go to town.
"There, baby, I've got both edges in. One is edged at the anus, the other up your cunt," she smiled.
"Go to it, baby," she told her.
Thrusting slowly, she managed to get it in.
"Oh, baby, does that ever feel good," she smiled as the dildo slipped into her.
However, the anal dildo wasn't working so well.
"Guide that one into me too," she requested her girl friend. "I want it both ways."
Her girl friend helped her, and then she got the double dildo action. This was what she liked. As both dildos slipped inside their respective holes, the thrills increased.
"Oh, baby, fuck it," she gasped in delight. "Fuck, yes, baby, yes, flick it!"
With hot, hard thrusts, the double dildo action was driving Marilee out of her mind.
To add to the excitement, her girl friend brushed her large breasts across hers. As nipple met nipple, the pleasure increased.
"Oh, baby, it feels so good to have a double dildo going into me."
"It's the only way to screw," she smiled.
As the action proceeded, both women clutched each other closer. Their sweating bodies were straining to derive every possible ounce of pleasure out of the act.
At this point the action became more sustained, more exciting.
Oh, baby, that's what I like. Fuck me, fuck me, oh, ah, yes, of fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Pitching her pelvis up off the bed, she gripped the sliding dildo, and massaged it vigorously. The excitement that she felt at this point was almost too much for her.
She was proud of herself, proud of the fact that she was able to express what she felt. No doubt, she thought to herself, she had had, these feelings and kept them all inside. Yet, when her girl friend made the big pitch at the steam room she decided why not pursue this path, and see where it led!
Faster and faster the double dildos drove into her. It wouldn't be long now before she shot. She clutched at Marsha's body, letting her hands wander down her back, grip her buttocks, and finger her ass hole.
"You like that, huh?" she asked her.
"Oh, yes, I do, yes, I do, it's beautiful!"
The women were thoroughly enjoying them-selves, and no man was needed. The two plastic penises were doing their thing and doing it well.
"Baby, one more time, that's it, harder, honey, harder!"
Now, she juiced, the vagina juices flowing freely.
"Oh, Marsha, I'm coming," she panted, as the juices tricled down her inner thigh. Her orgasm brought Marsha there too.
"Baby, we made it, we made it together."
Both women were thoroughly enjoying this wonderful moment. Passionately, they pushed against each other, and suddenly they realized how much they loved what they were doing. Then, she wondered for a moment if she was turning Les. The look on her face told Marsha something was wrong.
"What is it, honey?" she asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "But something is bothering me."
"You must tell me," her girlfriend insisted.
"I, I fear."
"What do you fear?"
"I fear I might be turning Les," she admitted.
"Oh, that's absurd, darling," her girlfriend insisted. "You're not turning Les, it's just that you enjoy women too. You're AC/DC."
"Well, that might be," she said. "But I can't go on with this any more."
"Oh, baby, let me kiss you."
Marsha's mouth pressed down on hers and as she felt the woman's lips pressing down, she became more and more intensely excited. It was this that she loved so much, this physical contact.
"Oh, baby, you do feel so good to me. I love your big tits pressing against me. And those two dildos are better than one man's dick. I'll admit the truth."
"Well, darling, I'm glad you will, at last. It's important to always tell the truth."
They had finally learned to enjoy themselves. It was a shame, too, for somehow they had for a moment hesitated. It wasn't that Marsha was, afraid but it was simply that Marilee was so frightened, she could barely continue.
The next morning she knew that she had been drunk. She didn't know what had happened, after she had been given a small red capsule, and broken it and breathed in its smoky red contents. What it was, it acted like a knock-out drop, and Marsha wasn't telling her.
"It was something in that capsule," Marilee insisted. "That's why I passed out. You don't have to tell me that it was just my imagination. I know, darling, you gave me something."
"No, baby, not a thing," Marsha kept insisting.
But she knew it wasn't true. She knew she couldn't have passed out all night like that unless it was some kind of drug. She felt groggy, and staggered back to her car. Insomuch as she knew she couldn't go to school, she thought perhaps she should see the doctor.
"Oh, God, why me?" she said aloud, as she drove back to her home. "Why am I always in trouble?"
She knew the answer lay hidden within herself. She knew that these strange compulsions that were driving her hither and thither sexually, had to end. However, she didn't know when.
The next day, she decided to phone the school and tell them she couldn't make it. She thought the best thing that she could possibly do would be to go to a doctor, a psychiatrist. She looked up a list of doctors in the Yellow Pages, and finally found one that she thought she could go to. Calling him, she discovered it would take a month to get in. However, she insisted that she see the doctor that very day.
"I've got to see him," she said. "It's urgent."
The nurse told her she would explain to the doctor, if she would hold on, she would see what she could do.
"Alright," the nurse replied after a moment. "You are very lucky. I told the doctor your story, and he said he would see you this afternoon."
This brought her a momentary spurt. She knew now she had a chance, and that was all that she wanted. She went to see the doctor, and when he looked at her, nervous and trembling, he said, "What's wrong with you, dear?"
"I don't know,"-she said, a vague and trembling feeling overpowered her, causing her to start to shake.
"Well, you just sit down and tell me all about it."
"It's hard to know where to begin," she explained. "I've had so many terrible things happen to me."
"I understand," he replied. "But the only way I could help you, ever, is for you to talk to me."
"Alright, I'll take to you. What do you want me to say?"
"It isn't what I want you to say," he explained, "it's what you feel, what you feel is disturbing you."
"So many things, doctor, so many things. I hesitate to mention them."
"You must not hesitate," he said. "What difference does it make if your illness is in your mind or your body?"
"Do you think I'm going crazy?" she asked him.
"No," he said, "your mind isn't snapping, but something is troubling you. And I want to get to the root of it."
"So do I," she said. "So do I."
At this point, she was trembling. She didn't know what she would do. Yet, she knew there had to be a way. Therefore, she said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you doctor," she sobbed.
"Go ahead, tell me."
"Well," she said, "I was brought up terribly. I was adopted."
"Honey," he said, "that's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Well, if you knew what happened to me and my family." she said, "it would be something to be ashamed of."
"I'm afraid you're wrong," he told her, "there's nothing wrong with being poor, being adopted, or even being molested when you're a child."
"Molested?" she demanded. "Could you tell I was molested?"
"No," he said. "I picked that word up out of thin air. However, if that is what happened to you, now I can understand why you have problems surfacing."
"That, doctor, is precisely what happened to me."
"Would you please tell me all about it. I must know, and you must level with me."
"Alright," she agreed, "I'll tell you. It isn't a pretty picture, but I will tell you."
"Go ahead," he insisted.
She tried to start, but she couldn't. She bent over and began sobbing.
"I don't know why I'm crying," she said.
"That's very sad," he said. "You're crying, but you don't even know why you're crying."
"No, doctor, I don't have any idea why I sob like this. Many times, I weep. And often, I can think of no possible reason."
"Well," he explained. "There's something, 'something deep in your subconscious that won't let you rest. It won't permit you to relax until you finally come to grips with yourself."
"I will try to, doctor, I will, I will."
The doctor didn't want to press her now, for he could see how painful it was for Marilee to relive her experiences in the past. And so, he quieted her, with reassurance.
"You're no different than any of us," he said. "You've had your ups and you've had your downs. Now it's important for you to know yourself, so you don't have those awful downs."
"You're so right, doctor," she agreed. "Life has been one big slippery slide for me."
Then, she looked up at him.
"And I've spent most of my time going down."
The doctor looked at her, and felt sorry for her. He knew that there was something she was concealing. He knew that she had wrong, strong desires, probably sexual.
"Well," she began, "my foster father felled me."
"Judging from the pictures I've seen of you when you were a child, you were very beautiful," the doctor explained. "Perhaps your father did adore you, but that doesn't mean that he would ever think of you in sexual terms. How old were you when your father approached you? Am I on the right track?"
"Oh yes, doctor, you're on the right track," she nodded, hesitating.
"Tell me, then, tell me!"
Now she wasn't afraid to tell him.
"Well," she started, "it began when I was fourteen."
"That's a very young age to do anything with a girl," he said.
"Yes, a very young age. My father and mother were temporarily separated. And I was living with Dad. He had a woman come in and do the cleaning, and the cooking, but she lived out."
"Lived out?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, she lived at her own place. But now and then she'd stay over to help us out."
"All night?"
"No, just now and then."
"I see," the doctor replied, making his note.
Next, he asked if there was any possibility that she couldn't remember.
"I remember it well," she assured him. "It was so horrifying, but so real."
"Tell me just about this advance that someone made."
"Well," she said, "it happened when Mom was away, sick. Dad, apparently was a very horny man, and when he hadn't had the opportunity for sex, the way that he needed it, then he approached me."
"How did he approach you?" the doctor demanded.
"Physically, of course," she said.
"I mean, give me the circumstances," the doctor insisted.
"Well, it was something like this," she explained. "One weekend, when Mom was ill, he came into my bedroom and talked to me. Before long, he saw that I was naked under the sheets.
"Do you always sleep nude?' he asked.
"Sometimes, Daddy, I told him.
"Then, he told me that he wanted to sleep in the bed with me. I couldn't believe my eyes, as he took off his pajamas and slid in beside me. I was intrigued by the huge thing he had dangling between his legs. However, it wasn't long before he was in there playing with me. I became sick and tired of it, because I thought it was the most evil thing that a child could do to become involved with an older man. However, he was my father, and I had to do what he told me. He told me he wanted me to feel of it. Hesitantly, I reached down and felt it. Then, he told me that he wanted to stroke it. Pretty soon I was stroking the meat for him. Then, he told me to suck it for him. The idea of sucking his cock, upset me terribly. But he wanted me to get down there and do his cock sucking for him. When I did, he was panting and bellowing, 'Suck, suck, suck' and asked me to suck him dry. Every now and then I would let my fingers travel around his hairy balls, getting him all the more excited and exciting myself as well. Actually, it was a strange thing, for it was the most satisfying sexual event of my life, sucking my Daddy off. That was just the beginning. He loved to run his fingers through my hair, and he would keep telling me to suck it and suck it. Finally, he flooded my mouth with his hot white juices, and I enthusiastically slurped every delight drop of it. I don't know how I could have done such an awful thing, but I did. Then, before I knew what was happening, Daddy was down there between my legs, and he did something that turned me on. He .actually buried his face in my buttocks, and let his tongue slip all around my ass hole. I enjoyed it immensely, and as his tongue stabbed my ass hole, I thought I would flip out of my mind.
"Faster and faster his tongue slid up my anus, until finally he let it slide along my slit. Then, Daddy and I were flipping out. At last we were able to understand each other, for I was pressing my pussy just as hard against his face as he was stabbing his tongue into my pussy. I guess I felt then guilty, for I was enjoying it, and asking him to do it to me. I kept saying, what he had said to me, naturally, suck me, and he did.
"Well, I really felt strange, as the juices in my vagina began welling up. I wasn't a total virgin, because I had broken my cherry horse-back riding. Anyway, that was taken care of, and I was glad for him, and he loved it. Licking it and lashing it, I noticed he paid particular attention to my small love button, I called it. I later learned that was the clitoris, of course. But then, it was just love button to me. How Daddy licked, up and down, up and down, and then he stabbed it in me. Oh, I can never forget it, it was so exciting. Faster and faster, Daddy licked me. It was wild, it was wonderful, and we loved each other.
"Oh, Daddy, I groaned, as Daddy did me. It was wonderful sex, and I had to admit I was jealous of the thought of Mamma having Daddy. Now that he had done me that way, I wanted him every other way too. I didn't have long to wait for Daddy was a real hot stud. Daddy gripped me and thrust his cock up my cunt, like you wouldn't. believe. He told me just what to do. And I guess I might attribute all of my abilities and skills to Daddy's dong.
"Daddy told me that a man liked to have a woman grip it, release it, and this is what I did for him. I grabbed that prick, and would relax my cunt muscles. Then, I would grab it again, and relax it. It was wonderful fucking. In. and out the hot cock shot. Then, I thoroughly enjoyed carrying on the way that I did with Daddy. But the big moment came when he shot his load. I'll never forget the first time a man shot his load into my cunt. I gasped, I cried, I gripped it, I thought I'd flip out.
"Oh, it was wonderful. And, ever since Daddy got me started on the sex train, I've been wanting to make it ever since. It's a funny thing, isn't it, because I never thought that a father could start a daughter. Yet, Daddy enjoyed me, and so did I enjoy him. The one thing I liked to do best of all was suck his ass-hole out. Just like I did for you tonight. I don't know why Daddy loved that so, but he did. I'd tickled his nuts with my tongue, and let my tongue slide along the underside of his cock. Then, capping his cock with my mouth, I'd give him fantastic blow jobs. And Daddy taught me a real novelty too. He said when the finger was sliding up the ass hole, that was the best way to make it. So, I'd let my finger glide up his ass hole, and fuck it good. Well, I suppose I bore you with all the details of my Daddy's life and mine."
"No, not at all," he smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, you've had a very interesting life."
"Well, I think so," she smiled, "and I could show you another thing Daddy taught me."
"What's that?" he smiled.
"Well, baby, I'll show you now."
She went over to the dresser and got some string that had been tied up. Then, she returned to the bed, and told Craig to straddle her. Craig quickly straddled her body, and then she slid the string, the knotted string, up his ass hole. As she gripped his behind, she told him, "Fuck me!"
Craig thrust his rod into her vagina, and she clasped it quickly. Working her vagina muscles, she kept the excitement building. Then, she quickly began pulling on the string. As the knots on the string would. slip past the tight anal ring, Craig's ass quivered joyfully.
"Oh, baby, that's groovy," Craig smiled, as he rutted into her. "Yes, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, baby that's what I like!"
It was a fantastic fuck for the two of them, and Craig kept it up.
Now she caught on that the best way to do it was with imagination. Sliding the string, out, every time the knot slid past the tight anal ring, a new sensational thrill was produced in Craig's buttocks. With the combined action of the cock sliding up her grabbing cunt, as well as the action of the string slipping out of his ass hole, he was getting a big kick out of it "Oh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, oh yes, yes, that's it," Craig smiled. "Oh, honey, baby, I love this! Fuck me, lover, fuck me!"
This was bringing her to a scorching climax. She loved wild sex, and Craig sure knew how to give it to her. Also, she loved the idea of making it with someone she had only known for an hour or so. It made it more like a sexual adventure. Something more exciting, like out of a True Confessions.
"Oh, baby," Craig panted as he pushed his meat into her. "You really put a lot into a fuck, baby, don't you? Keep pulling that string, baby, that's it, yes, baby, fuck it!"
He enjoyed the way the string slid. out, of the ass hole, but More than that, he enjoyed the wonderful way that she pumped her hips to him. With the combined action, his thrusting tool and her grinding hips, the two of them were having a fabulous time.
"Oh, honey, I love this action," he, told her. "Keep it up, lover, keep it up! That's it, baby, that's it, oh yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
Their action was sustained until the hot cock shot its load.
"Oh, Craig," she gasped as she let her hands claw his back, bringing blood.
Craig didn't care. It hurt, but the pleasure surpassed the pain. He thrust that tool into her like he had never fucked a woman before in his life, and gave her his juice. All at once he realized, she realized, that Craig had had a double shot.
"Oh, baby, I'm cuming twice in a row," he smiled.
"Well, I guess pulling that knotted string out of your ass hole worked wonders."
"You bet it did," he told her.
Now he slowly slid his tool out of her, some of the cum dripping on her body.
"Craig," she said, "can I lick it?"
"You want to?" he smiled, "Yes, baby," she smiled. "It's delicious."
"You sure like cock juice, don't you?"
She certainly had enjoyed sex with Craig, and now she licked all around the head of the joy stick.
"Baby," she smiled, "why do I like you so much?"
"I don't know," they laughed together.
Now Craig knew he had to go.
"Baby, I've gotta get home to my wife," he insisted.
He got up off the bed, and her eyes wandered after him, looking at his broad shoulders, his trim waist, his firm round behind.
"Come back here a minute," she begged, "I want to just kiss your ass goodbye."
"That's a new one," he smiled. "Do you kiss all the asses goodbye?"
"No," she said, "that's reserved for men I really dig."
"I'm flattered," Craig said, returning her smile: Going back to her, he pushed his buttocks in her face, and grasping him, she kissed him passionately.
"Baby, that does feel good, I don't know why. Maybe it's just the idea that you're an ass Ticker," he laughed.
"Bye bye, Craig," she said.
"I'm not going quite yet," he assured her. "I've got to put my shorts on. You don't mind, do you?"
"Yes, baby, I do," she insisted. "I like to see you bareass naked."
Now Craig was through, and as he slid into his shorts, put onto his pants, put on his shirt, and jacket, and sat down to put his shoes on, she was crying.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I don't have anybody to stay with me."
"Well, baby, you ought to get married."
"Maybe I should," she admitted. "But, I don't know as they would allow me to marry who I want to marry."
"You're in love with a kid?" Craig asked her, wondering what on earth she was talking about.
"Yes," she admitted, "I'm in love with a beautiful young boy. His name is Alan, and he loves me. We sixty-nine, we suck, and fuck, we love each other."
"Well, if you do all that, I guess you do."
"Yes, honey, we do. But nobody will let us make love. It's awful," she said.
"Baby, there are a lot of things in this world we don't like."
"Well, the thing I dislike most of all is not having someone to love when I want him."
"Baby, give me your number and I'll drop by sometime and give you another balling."
"Would you, Craig?" she asked wide eyed like a little girl.
"Sure, I would," he assured her. "You need a good fucking and sucking now and then, and I'm the man to do it."
"Alright, Craig," she said. "Here's my address.
She gave the name and the address, and then she went back to bed and lay there. As she lay there, her eyes wandered, and she looked away from him. He walked out of the door and left her alone. She was alone with her thoughts and her hand. Her hand wandered down to her vagina, which was moist. She slid a finger in and out, determined to bring herself there one more time. However, without someone watching, half of the thrill was gone. She couldn't understand herself, and why she was on this continual sex merry-go-round. Yet, it seemed like she would never get off it. For, she was always finding someone new to love. Now, she knew she had to rest all day so she could make it back to school. Two days out of school, would be too much, even if the principal had had his fucks with her. It bothered her, too, because she thought it wasn't fair for her to be seducing a minor. She knew right from wrong, and this probably was what haunted her most. It wasn't just naughty, it was evil, a child didn't know the difference, for his emotions were guiding him. Without the balance and judgment of maturity, a hot blooded young boy would go for anyone who would let him fuck. This was what annoyed her. It probably meant that what she interpreted as love from Alan was really just emotion, misdirected. That hurt her, for she realized that all of the nice things that he had said to her, all of the compliments that did her ego so much good, were only motivated from itching, sixteen year old balls.
She rolled, tossed and turned, finding it almost impossible to get back to sleep. Then, she got up and took a sleeping pill. She went back to bed, and still that didn't work. Finally, she turned on some music, hoping that would help, but it didn't. Well, she thought to herself, perhaps I need a drink. She went over and poured the remainder of the bourbon into a glass, and drank it. As she sipped the liquor, she felt a high, and the low blues left. Now, she was floating on a cloud, and She thought she might float still higher if she added another sleeping pill or two.
Sure enough, more sleeping pills did bring her comfort and relief, but not the end to the troubling feelings that were haunting her. How could she resolve her problem. How could she tell Alan? If, she could find another young girl, who would have sex with him, perhaps she could get out of it. But that would require meeting the girl, a girl who would give.
But how do you find such a girl? Sure, there're plenty of girls at school that were making it with the high school boys. But the problem is locating one who won't pass on some disease, who won't do a lot of blabbing, and yet who would give Alan what he needed.
She thought of herself as a noble, generous soul, trying to do the right thing in spite of all odds. So, it was up to her to do her thing, and deliver the boy to a lovely girl, like a Christmas gift. However, all of these thoughts and more troubled her. For, she was jealous. She wanted Alan all for her own. She wanted access to those privates, just for herself. She wanted to feel of that buttocks, and be the only one feeling it. She wanted to suck on that cock, and be the only one sucking it. She wanted to feel that cock sliding up her cunt, and know that hers was the only cunt that cock ever went up.
Greedy sexual desires overpowered her for a moment, and she swayed back and forth between the decision to do the fair thing by the boy and direct him on another route, of keep him selfishly all for herself.
Finally, she did drift off to sleep, but her sleep was troubled and disturbed. Nightmares and haunting dreams flitted and flashed throughh her mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, when she awoke, she was very disturbed. The liquor, as well as the sleeping pills hadn't done her a bit of good. Now, Marilee Stevens knew something had to be done. She decided that she would do the noble thing and find a young high school girl for Alan. This would not be easy, she knew, but she determined that she must do it. She went back to school that day, and dressed very modestly. Apparently, she reasoned, she was quite a sexy woman. Having turned on the principal; the man at the liquor store, who undoubtedly saw a lot of women come in his place, as well as her student Alan, she knew she had a lot going for her.
As she entered the school room, Alan moved toward her.
"Hey, teach, I heard you were sick."
"Well, Alan, I was sick. I'm much better now, thank you."
"I got something to talk to you about after school," he said, slyly glancing at her breasts, and down to her vagina.
"I can't imagine what about," she said nervously.
"Maybe I can give you a clue," he smiled, as his eyes swept down there again.
"I think I know pretty well now," she said, "Alan, did it ever occur to you, that it might not be the place to talk like this?"
Students were Milling all around the teacher and the boy in the hall, none of them paying any attention. Yet, she always had that nervous awful fear, that she would be discovered.
"Sorry about that teach," he said, "well, I hope you can see me this afternoon, after school for a minute."
"A minute," she said.
Marilee Stevens hurried on to her classes. When she got there, she began looking around the room, noticing that her bulletin boards looked terrible. Apparently, some of the pins that she had placed in them had been removed by the students. The students were forever throwing the pins around the room. And, she was very disgusted. It bothered her to think that they would do things like this. Yet, she didn't know what to do. She knew she was caught in a mess, and the only thing she could do was tell them to stop. If she went to the principal, or sent them to the vice principal, then she would be in trouble, for not being able to control her class. All of this, was disturbing and upsetting to her.
The opening bell rang, and the students came to attention: They rose, and took the pledge to the flag, and then the day proceeded.
"Class, she said, "Let's begin by discussing the news that is happening now."
"Like what?" one alert girl smiled, "you mean like what's happening here, on our own little party scene?"
"Joyce," the teacher said, "would you see me after school?"
"Why teach?"
"I don't care to discuss it now."
Suddenly, she noticed that the teacher was brushing her hair. And then, a student reminded her: "You're not supposed to brush your hair in class," the kid told her frankly.
She pulled her hand away from her hair, and realized that she had been doing something that was absurd. This annoyed her and bothered her. Was she slipping? Was she flipping?
"Sorry about that," she said nonchalantly. Then, she went to the blackboard, and said: "Let's discuss the most interesting things that are happening today in the newspaper."
"Well," one kid said, "did you read about this party that they had, where one guy got angry because another guy tried to make his wife?"
"No, I haven't read that yet," she said, "what about it?"
"Well, it was really a wild jig. I'll tell you about it. This guy, you see, had a nifty looking wife. You know, all sexy, and gorgeous. Well, they had a little party, and this stud got turned on. He made a pass for the guy's wife, and fire-works!"
"Children," she said, "that's a cliche."
"What's a cliche teach?"
"It says nothing," she said. "Fireworks doesn't say a thing. It is just an emotional thing, where you see an explosion of colors and flashes of lights."
"Alright," the boy said apologetically, "I won't use no cliche. He stabbed the stud seven-teen times, teach, and stuffed his body in a big plastic garbage sack, and took him out in his trunk and dumped him along a dirt road."
"That's a nice story to begin our day," she said, "can't you children think of anything nice?"
"Like the bombs we're dropping in Vietnam?" Joyce smiled. "I don't suppose I'd like to have . gotten the flue over there. You take a trip to the. hospital, and you get bombed out."
"That is not for us to discuss in class," the teacher said.
"Makes you think," Rodney said.
"Rodney," the teacher said, "there are things we don't think of in class."
"Well," Rodney complained, "I can't help thinking about the atom bomb."
"The atom bomb is one thing I don't care to think about," the teacher said.
Just then, the alarm sounded for the atom bomb drill. It struck all of the students as funny, that the teacher had said that she didn't want to think about the atom bomb, at the very moment she was forced to think about it by the sounding of the atom bomb bell drill.
Immediately, the students got out of their seats, and went to the side of the room, They put their hands over their heads and bent over. Now, with their eyes closed, the teacher was watching. The rules for the atom bomb drill insisted that the students face down, around the room should be kneeling. However, it distressed her to think of it. It would be such a terrible thing to have sex with a student, yet, it was a necessary thing to teach them all to be prepared for the final bomb blast.
Where had the morals gone? Where has reason vanished? Why is it?
"Alright students," the teacher smiled, "you've all done a. good job on your atom bomb drill. I gave you all a good report."
"You see," Rodney smiled, "You can't escape it, teach. The bomb is here, and it's here to stay. So you might as well face it. Well, I want you to know, that we are ready."
"Ready?" the teacher said.
"Sure," he replied, "did you know, teach, that the strategic air command has a bomb on each wing of their big planes and those planes circle the earth every twenty-four hours. As soon as one batch of planes take off with their bombs, another batch of planes resumes. We are ready to kill them all."
"Well," Joyce said, "I've heard they're ready to kill us too. They've got a big atomic fleet."
"So have we," Rodney said, "and those great big subs will come up, and shoot those bombs, blowie!"
"Students," the teacher complained, "this is not for us to discuss."
"Why not?" Henry smiled. "I want to know all I can about World War Three?"
"I don't know a thing about World War Three," the teacher assured him, "and I'm glad I don't."
"Well," Rodney said, "it's gonna be one big blast, I'm sure of that."
Saying this, the class broke into a raucous laughter. Everyone laughed and applauded.
"Can't you see it all now?" Joyce chuckled, "Russia, the United States, and China, all blown to hell and back, 'cause they couldn't get together and agree on anything."
"It's not funny," the teacher said, "and I don't want you talking this way in class."
"Well, you either laugh or cry, and I prefer to cry later and laugh now."
Well, children, this discussion must end."
The bell interrupted, and that was the end of the first class.
At this point, Marilee was distressed and disturbed. She didn't know what to do to keep the kids in line. She knew very well that discussions like this were getting no one anywhere. She was bothered, beyond belief, at the thought of what could happen if World War Three did emerge. Yet, her own private world was falling into pieces, and she was shattering. And, she thought to herself, no bomb did it. It was her own uncontrolled passions, her own unbalanced reasoning, her own selfishness.. However, as she thought about Joyce who was walking toward her now, she thought what a beautiful association this could be.
"Joyce," she said, "I would like to talk to you after school."
"About what, teach?" Joyce demanded sullenly.
"About a lot of things," the teacher said.
"Don't keep me in suspense, teach, I couldn't wait all day."
"I'm afraid, you'll have to," the teacher replied, "I have another class right now."
"Oh, that's too bad," Joyce said, "I'm sorry I upset you in class. I really am, and I promise I won't do it again. Word of honor!"
"It's not that, dear," the teacher smiled, "I have a little assignment for you, that I think you might be interested in."
The girl was amazed. Then, the idea hit her, that perhaps the interview wasn't going to be so bad. Maybe, the teacher did have something in mind, that was good.
"Alright, teach," she agreed. "I'll wait for you."
The day wheezed by, and when the afternoon classes were over, Alan came in first.
"You wanted to see me teach?" he smiled, almost inferring from the way he said it she wanted to see him stark naked.
"Yes," she said, "I did want to see you."
She realized she couldn't talk to him freely now. And again she reminded him: "I think I've had it arranged with you that you always speak with me outside of the class-room."
"Alright, teach, I'll call you at your place tonight."
"Thank you, Alan," she said, "please call."
"Don't you worry, I will."
At this point, the young boy was eager to get into her pants, but he had to wait. A moment later, Joyce walked in.
"Good afternoon, teach," she said, "how are you today?"
"Just fine Joyce, how are .you?"
"Fine," she replied.
Joyce looked at the teacher, and knew that the teacher had something to say, and she couldn't quite say it. However, she had no idea what a bomb the' teacher was going to let fall. A bomb that was more explosive, than the talk about the A-bomb had been during the bomb drill that day.
"Joyce," the teacher asked her, "I'm very curious to know something. I wonder if you would confide a few things about your personal life to me."
Joyce gulped, and pulled herself together, and looked at the teacher sullenly, tightening her lips: "What do you want to know "I want to know what you do with the boys?"
"Teacher, that's a very personal question," Joyce said.
"Maybe," she said, "it would be better if we discussed this in my apartment."
"Why your apartment?" Joyce said, wondering if it was some kind of a trap, or if the teacher was a horny les out for making her.
"Well, baby," the teacher said, "I have to have it there. People will hear at this place. However, it's very important. I want to do a book on sex among high school students."
"I could write my own book," Joyce laughed, "I guess I know what's happening. But, teach, if you gave my name, I'd be lost."
"Well, Joyce, dear, you don't have to worry about a thing. I don't want to give your name. But I do need a few facts. I wonder if you could drop over to my place, and talk with me, let's say around seven tonight."
"What would I say to my folks?" Joyce demanded.
"What do you usually say to your folks when you want to go out?" she laughed.
"Alright, teach," Joyce agreed.
Now, the deal was set Joyce would be over at seven, and when Alan. called she told him to be over at eight.
The teacher hustled about the house, making everything look nice and neat. She at least wanted to have things clean on the outside, even if it couldn't be clean on the inside.
"Oh, what a lot of work," she laughed, as she finished her job.
Now, she was determined to have everything done that she could. However, she was worried. She was worried about one thing. She didn't see how she could get by without eventually getting caught. Maybe one person wouldn't talk, but two, that made the odds greater.
"Well, teach., Joyce smiled, when she came in at seven, "I'm here."
"Yes, you are, and what a lovely outfit you're wearing."
"Do you like it teach?" she smiled, as she sat down, and the dress inched up towards her pussy.
"Yes," the teacher replied nervously, "but is it safe to wear a thing like that?"
"Why teach?"
"Well, your pussy might catch cold," she said.
"Well, she laughed, "my pussy's on fire teach, and it's not about to catch a cold."
"I can see that, Joyce," the teacher smiled.
"Now, dear, would you like something to drink?"
"Yes," Joyce replied, "scotch on the rocks."
"But Joyce, dear, you're only sixteen."
"I've been drinking scotch since I was eleven," Joyce said, "now damn it bring me a scotch."
"Actually, dear," she replied, "I hate to bring you hard liquor. It isn't right for a girl of your age to be sucking hard liquor."
"Who says it isn't?"
"Well," the teacher replied, "I guess nobody really drinks with children."
"I resent that," Joyce replied getting disgusted now. "I'm no child, teach, I'm a grown-up woman."
"Maybe you are. Alright I'll get you your scotch."
"What kind do you have?"
"Old Bryer," the teacher replied, "I hope that will do, dear."
"I guess it'll have to," Joyce said. Do you have any grass around here teach?"
"Joyce, Is there anything wrong that you don't do?"
"Yes," she said, "I've never made it with a woman."
The teacher couldn't reply. Joyce picked this up.
"Have you, teach?"
"Why no, Joyce dear, of course not. What kind of a woman do you think I am?"
"That's was why I was asking," Joyce said. "Now, dear, here's your drink."
The girl sipped her drink, and then started gulping.
"Not so fast, honey," the teacher said, "I can't afford your thirst."
"That's what my dad says," she said, "he gets real mad when I drink-up his scotch. Well, I promise not to drink more than one bottle."
"Joyce, are you a lush at sixteen?"
"What's a lush?" she asked.
"A lush is an alcoholic," the teacher said.
"Well why didn't you say so," Joyce said. "No, I'm no lush. I might be a little hooked on the weed, and I like to go on the heroin when it's available.
"I'm sure that's rather expensive," the teacher replied.
"Well why do you think I hustle," Joyce replied.
"You do hustle?" The teacher asked her.
"Sure, I do, how do you think I buy my fix?"
"I didn't know you had a fix?"
"A fix," Joyce laughed, "you should see my arm, teach. It looks like needlepoint."
"Let me see your arm, Joyce," the teacher insisted, now becoming dubious about exactly what type of a girl she had there.
Joyce revealed her arm, and the tattoo marks did look like needlepoint.
"If you had some blue and some green and white in there, you'd really have a pretty design." the teacher replied.
"Very funny," Joyce said, "well, when I'm coming off one of my trips, it isn't funny, teach. I really feel bad about this arm. But, that's why I've gotta have a little money. I'm about due for another fix now."
Joyce began gulping her drink.
"Well, get on with it, teach," she said, "you really wanted to put the make on me, confess, didn't you?"
"Of course not," she said.
"That's what all the lesbians say," Joyce laughed, "at first they say no, and they start naming prices."
"Well I'm not naming prices."
"Well I'm not jumping in bed with you unless you do," the girl said defiantly. "And I could get you in plenty of trouble with the principal for inviting me here to seduce me."
"I haven't laid a hand on you," the teacher said, "now stop it!"
"No," Joyce replied, "I won't suck you, I won't."
The teacher was furious. The girl apparently had her completely wrong.
"Joyce, I wanted you only to tell me some of your experiences."
"What kind, teach?"
"Well, about those orgies you go to."
"I'm not too proud of the orgies," Joyce replied, "you mean the gang-bang fucks."
"You mean you go to gang-bang fucks Joyce?"
"Well I've been known to," Joyce admitted slyly. "They're really awfully terrible things to go to."
"Tell me more about them," the teacher insisted.
"I'll take you along with me sometime," she said, "you can wear a wig so they won't recognize you. You've got a nice shape, and you're a young woman, they'd ball you."
"I'm sure they would, dear, but I really wouldn't care to have a gang-bang."
"You never know until you've tried," Joyce replied, "well, you see I had my problem. These big tits are a problem. They turn men on, and women too. So, I almost wish I could pull them in tighter in my bra. But, I soon learned that if I'd let them hang loose, and not wear a bra,-can you tell I'm not wearing a bra now, teach?"
"Aren't you wearing a bra, Joyce?"
Joyce immediately pulled off her sweater, and her huge tits flopped out.
"Why no, you aren't wearing a bra, and the things are standing straight up."
"You see why?" Joyce smiled proudly, "you see teach these tits are grown together. That flab of flesh right there pulls them together and hangs them up. Aren't they groovy?"
"Yes, Joyce, they really are. Nice round firm breasts."
"Feel 'em teach," Joyce insisted, "go ahead, I won't say you're a les if you feel of my tits. It's normal, don't worry."
"I wasn't worried about it being normal, or not," the teacher replied, "I just know if I cared to feel your tits."
"I have nice knockers too," the teacher said, "don't think you're the only one who has pretty tits."
"Never said I was," Joyce said, "Let me see yours."
"Why?" the teacher said, "do you want to compare and contrast and then belittle mine?"
"No, teach, I won't knock your knockers," she smiled, "I just want to see them. Tits are all different, you know. It's not that I'm a lesbian, but I just enjoy looking at another woman's tits."
"Of course you're not a lesbian, Joyce, you're too young."
"Never too young to go down," Joyce smiled, "and I've eaten a few snatches in my time. But, of course, I am not les, or acey/decy."
"No, of course not," the teacher said, as she began removing her blouse.
As the teachers breasts flipped out, the girl smiled.
"They're not as big as mine; are they?" the girl eyed her delightedly.
"Well, size isn't everything," the teacher said.
"No, that's what you think," Joyce laughed, "the men who make it with me, are always telling me I've got the biggest, tightest, the juiciest tits in town."
"Maybe you have."
"Only one way you're going to find out, suck on them," Joyce begged the teacher.
"Why Joyce," the teacher replied, "I'm not going to suck on your tits, what kind of a person do you think I am?"
"I have a pretty good hunch," Joyce said, "Now lick, lick to your delight."
"But what if it isn't to my delight to lick?" the teacher replied, "really, I'm not horny for you honey."
"Oh yes you are," Joyce said, "everybody is. Lick these tits," she said cupping her breasts with her hands.
As she held her huge breasts out, the teacher looked at the nipples, erect and eager obviously.
"Alright, Joyce if you want me to suck on your tits, I'll do it, but don't call me a les just because I lick your breasts."
"Sure not, teach, Oh yes, I love your tongue on them."
The teacher's tongue licked around the juicy nipples, and Joyce thought she would slip out. As the teacher studied the breasts at close range, she did observe that there was some flesh that went over, and supported the other one. It was as if they had burst out, and grown together. And when they had grown together, the arch of flesh supported them, like a natural bra-bridge. Suddenly, the teacher did find herself enjoying them. Joyce could tell this, and she ran her fingers through the teachers hair.
"Suck on Joyce's breasts, suck on Joyce's breasts. Doesn't that feel good? She sang in a nursery rhyme type sing-a-ling.
It surprised the teacher, to hear her pupil singing like that. It was like a mother, singing a little nursery rhyme to her baby who was sucking her breasts.
"I guess its my maternal instinct that makes me want to sing like that," Joyce smiled, as the teacher pulled her mouth off her nipple.
"Now, Joyce, you might as well suck mine too," the teacher suggested.
"Oh sure, honey, I love to suck tits. Not that I'm a lesbian, mind you, I just like to suck tits."
"Of course, dear," the teacher said, now becoming horny at the thought of the girl licking her tits.
The student leaned over, and she started licking the teacher's tits. Joyce loved to this, because it demonstrated her willingness to do everything. She didn't want to be inhibited. She wanted to be free, and when she would lick suck anything that her Heart desired, without worrying about categories or tags, she enjoyed it.
"Oh Joyce, honey, that feels so good," the teacher replied, quite fearful that she might be falling for the girl.
Now, Marilee Stevens was truly frustrated. Here she had invited Joyce, a school sex pot, to have sex with Alan. She had hoped that this would get Alan off her back, so to speak, of ' course she means pussy and mouth, and anus. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to consider this, when she was enjoying the girl so much herself. She hoped, that by the time Alan showed up, she would have finished making love with the girl, so she could offer Joyce, in a noble way to the other student who needed sex so much.
"Oh, teach what we couldn't do on a bed," Joyce suggested, "Oh, yes, teach, licking each others cunt is so much fun. I love to suck a juicy cunt."
"Joyce baby, if you want to, we can do it."
Together, Joyce and the teacher went into the bedroom, and they practically pulled each others clothes off.
"Mind you, it's not that I'm a lesbian," Joyce said, holding up her hand as she stood there in the bedroom stark naked : "I just like a hot cunt suck. What difference does it make whose tongue it is?"
"Oh, Joyce, you're so beautiful. You shaved your pussy. I've seen women who have shaved them, and your slit is so lovely."
"Oh, every girl is shaving her cunt now days," Joyce said, "It's all the rage at school."
"Is that right?" the teacher said.
"Oh yes, the girls believe in shaved boxes." Joyce smiled, "don't you think my shaved box looks pretty?"
"Yes baby, I sure do."
The teacher went over, and let her fingers slide along the girls slit.
"It feels so good teach, when you do that," she smiled, "when you do that to me, I just want to love you."
Joyce gripped the teacher, and she pressed her lips against her mouth. Now, no matter what she would say about not having lesbian tendencies, the teacher knew full well she was indeed going this way.
"Oh, teach, you're so beautiful, I've seen you there and wished I could suck you, and fuck you."
"You flatter me Joyce," the teacher smiled, "I, I don't think I should anything with you though."
"Why not?" Joyce said, "you invited me over, and you're going to give me some money so I can get my fix, aren't you?"
"How much?" the teacher said.
"Fifty bucks," Joyce said just like that.
"Fifty bucks," the teacher said, "for you eating my pussy?"
"You don't know how good I am at it," the girl replied, "I really am good."
"Well you better be, to charge fifty bucks for a cunt suck."
"Don't say a cunt suck," Joyce replied, "that sounds too harsh."
"What should I say?" the teacher asked her. "I want you to say pussy suck," the girl replied. "That doesn't sound crude."
"And the other does?"
"Oh yes, terribly crude," she replied.
"Alright," the teacher said, "I won't say one word, to upset you. Could you tell me why I should pay fifty bucks for your pussy suck?"
"Because like I told you, I need my fix."
"Give me another reason," the teacher suggested.
"Well," she said, "I could always turn you in for molesting me. I've threatened other teachers in the school. I won't mention names, because they paid off."
"You're a nice girl Joyce," the teacher replied, "and I suppose you'll come back for more money now and then."
"Oh no, I'm not like that," she said, "I would never think of blackmail. It's just that I want fifty bucks."
"Joyce, I'll make a deal with you," the teacher said, "Listen!"
"Now comes the proposition," Joyce said, "I'm all ears, I've heard them all. What do I have to suck this time?"
"No," the teacher explained, "it isn't any unusual part of my anatomy that you must lick or suck, it's something far different."
"How far different?" she said, "do I have to wear male boots and put on a black leather jacket and ride a motorcycle?"
"No, you don't have to do that," teacher assured her, "however, there is one thing I wish you would do."
"Name it, teacher, hurry up, the suspense is killing me."
"Alright, Joyce, I'll name it. There is a young man, and then the girl interrupted. "Yes, I know that," Joyce giggled, "there was a young man from Nantucket whose cock was so long he could suck it."
Joyce laughed, and the teacher did to.
"That's very funny," the teacher said, "but it wasn't that. It was this, I have a student who's awfully horny, who's hot for me. And, he needs to get a balling now and then. I thought perhaps you could service him. You'd enjoy him."
"Who is he?"
"Alan, you know him."
"Oh, yes, that real shy guy. Oh I'd like to ball with him, and I'd like to suck his cock off too, and I'll eat his ass out, but I have to eat your pussy too for fifty bucks?"
"Yes," the teacher said evenly.
"You drive a, hard bargain, teach," the girl replied. "But I'll do it. That means ass, and pussy, and fucking."
"Yes, Joyce," the teacher said wrapping her arms around the young girl, and letting her hands sweep down to her breasts as she pulled her body to her.
"Well, baby," the teacher smiled, "we will do it, and we will enjoy it too."
They got together now, and they were indeed enjoying themselves. It was a marvelous moment for the two of them, as their bodies met. The teacher and the girl, were turning with each other, and it was a beautiful moment.
"Oh, Joyce, you are really something. Those tits pressing against mine are too much. What size are you?"
"Thirty-eight," Joyce replied, "what size are your knockers?"
"Thirty-six," the teacher said sadly.
"Now don't you get a complex about being two inches smaller," Joyce replied, "Old mom nature doesn't believe in equality."
I guess not," the teacher smiled, "but, these aren't bad, and you like licking them."
"I know I will," Joyce replied, "Let's get over to the bed."
They went over to the bed, and as they lay there, Joyce began kissing the teacher passionately.
"Oh, teach, this is so much fun."
"I wish I had a dildo," the teacher smiled. "You've used one of those things?"
"Oh, yes, I have," Joyce replied. "Some women I work for when I'm getting my money for my fix, have them and insist I wear them."
"How nice," she said, "I see you've had a real sex education."
"I sure have," Joyce said, "a girl who is sixteen these days knows what a woman thirty-six used to know yesterday."
"Or may never know," the teacher replied, "back in those days, women didn't make it with each other, and men weren't half as horny.
"Oh, that's what you think." Joyce said, "People were just as wild and wacky sexually yesterday as they are today."
"I don't know about that," the teacher insisted, "actually, dear, if a student was on grass and took fixes, and would fuck at marathon orgies, she might be looked upon as quite off beat"
"I know," Joyce replied, "that might be true. Perhaps the reason I'm normal now, is because so many kids are on dope. Isn't it wonderful, I'm not abnormal just because I take grass and love women and go to orgies."
"You're nice and normal," the teacher said, "now go down on me and eat my cunt."
"I told you not to say cunt," Joyce reminded her, "It's too crude, dear-say pussy, please!"
"Suck my pussy please," the teacher smiled.
"We aim to please," Joyce smiled as she went down there and crouched at the teacher's crotch.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now, the two women were buoy with it. One woman was pressing against the other and their bodies tossed and turned.
"Oh, Joyce," the teacher panted. "why don't you eat my pussy while I suck your snatch?"
"Alright, teach," Joyce said, quickly.
Now, the two were going to town. Joyce's hot tongue, stabbing the teacher's, and the teacher licking along the shaven slit of her student. As their tongues slid into each other, they began getting more and more turned on. Licking the juicy vagina walls, they were so enthralled and excited at what they were doing, that they lost track of the fact that it was almost eight o'clock.
When the doorbell sounded, they didn't hear it at first, their tongues were too busy in each others pussy.
"Did you hear something?" the teacher demanded.
"Yes, I did," Joyce replied, "it must be Alan."
"Alright," the teacher replied nervously now, "I'll slip into a robe and answer the door.
As she went over to answer the door, she thought about what a terrible thing she was doing. Yet, she brushed thoughts like these and other thoughts aside.
"Good evening Alan," the teacher smiled, "come in, how are you?"
"Just fine, teach, how's everything?"
"Humming, honey," she said. "Well, you'll never guess who's here."
"Who's here?" Alan demanded.
"Come into the bedroom, baby," the teacher smiled.
Alan took her hand, and together they went into the bedroom. Opening the door, he got the surprise of his life. There was Joyce, spread out, her shaved box immediately capturing the interest.
"Well, Joyce, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you;" Joyce smiled.
"It looks like there might have been some action while you were waiting," he laughed.
"Well," she said, "there was a little action."
"That's what I thought," he said.
"Now, let me join the party."
"This isn't turning out anything like I wanted it to," the teacher said, reluctantly throwing her robe off on the floor.
"How did you want it to turn out?" Joyce smiled.
"I thought it would be the right thing to introduce you two lovebirds to each other. Then, the older woman, meaning me," she giggled, "would step out of the way."
"Oh no," Joyce replied, "I want to eat your snatch."
"A lesbian," Alan said nervously.
"Not at all," the teacher replied, "girls have a right to be girls. And, dear, if I slide my tongue in her slit, what difference is it if you do?"
"Well, when you put it that way, it makes sense," he smiled. "I eat your pussy and I'm not a les."
They all had a good laugh together over that one, and soon Alan had his clothes off down to his shorts.
"Oh, let me pull your shorts down," Joyce giggled. "Let me pull them down, honey, please."
Alan went over to her, and she slid his shorts down, and his tool flipped up before her mouth. "Oh, what a juicy prick."
"Suck it honey, suck it," he smiled.
She gripped his tool, and let her tongue lash all around the velvety crown.
"He's got a nice juicy cock, and what nice balls too."
Joyce was delighted now, She sucked on the juicy prick. Then, she let her tongue lick the testicles. Faster and faster, her tongue whipped around the head of it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful sucking," he panted. "Who taught you cock sucking?"
"Too many men," she smiled.
"Why don't we make it a threesome?" the teacher suggested slyly, "I'd like to join the action too."
"There's not a reason why you can't," Joyce assured her. "Hop in the bed Honey."
The teacher jumped in the bed with her two students. Now, she was ready to join in the action too.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," the boy said, as the girl continued sucking on his cock.
"I think I ought to be the director," the teacher suggested. "Alan should lie down on his back, and maybe we should work it that way. I could push my pussy in his face and you could get down there and lick his ass out, sucking his balls good, and eat his prick."
"Oh, that does sound like fun," Joyce giggled.
Alan lay on his back, and spread his legs invitingly.
"Slip a pillow under your buttocks," the teacher suggested, "that always helps to get the tongue jabbing up the ass-hole easier."
"Thank you, teach, you're real helpful."
Now, the boy spread his legs, and then he let the girl go to town. Joyce was a little reluctant at licking ass. But, as. the teacher straddled the boy, pushing her pussy next to his mouth, she insisted: "Joyce, honey, every man-likes to have his ass sucked. It's your responsibility to learn how to give a very good ass suck. That's something they don't teach in school. Although, there are a lot of people on that faculty eating ass."
"Not this way," the kid replied.
"Right," the teacher said, "I mean saying nice things when they don't mean them, and licking up to each other."
"That's what I thought you meant," Joyce replied, "because I haven't known literal ass suckers in school."
"Well," the teacher replied, "that's because they don't know how to do it."
The trio was beginning to get in the groove. The teacher, pressing her vagina next to the boy's mouth, suggested: "I think I'll shave my cunt next week."
"Don't call it cunt," Joyce objected, "that's crude."
"So it is," the teacher replied, "I'll try to remember to call it pussy."
"Pussy it is," the boy replied as he let his tongue lash her slit. Stabbing his tongue inside of her gash, he whipped it around licking, nibbling with his teeth.
"Oh does that ever feel good," he said.
Faster and faster his tongue whipped around inside of her. Now, it was a delightful sensation, and she enjoyed it immensely.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, yes, that's it. Oohhh yes!"
Reaching out she gripped Alan's head, and guided him over her gash. His tongue drove inside of her, and she pushed harder now.
"Suck that pussy, suck that pussy, yes, yes, eat that pussy. Eat that pussy. Oohhh, aahhh!"
The teacher was riding his face, and enjoying it immensely too. Turning around, she observed the girl and began telling her what to do.
"Eat that ass-hole out," the teacher said, "honey, that's not it at all. First, you lash around the anus. You lick around the quivering ass-hole, and then before you thrust that tongue in there, you stiffen. You stiffen your tongue and you slide it in smoothly like this."
The teacher stiffened her tongue and thrusting it into the air, wiggled it about, to give the girl a good lesson in tongue fucking.
"Oh, yes," Joyce replied, "that's it, he wiggles back real nice when I do it like that to him."
Joyce, drove her tongue up the boy's ass, and stiffening it, excited him no end.
"Oohhh, aahhh, yes, that's it! Lick that ass."
The young girl, under the teacher's instruction, was becoming a superb ass sucker,. and the boy who was getting his ass sucked loved it too. At the same time, however, the teacher was going out of her mind as he reached up to grasp her naked breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingertips, and thrusting his tongue inside of her gash.
"Oohhh, aahhh, I love it that way, I love it that way. Keep doing it baby, keep doing it, yes, yes, eat my gash, suck my pussy, that's it, baby, that's it, lick it, suck it, love me!"
Faster and faster, his tongue stabbed her gash, and she laved it too. Reaching up, grasping her breasts, he closed his eyes, almost as if in reverence, as he sucked away. The taste of her, the sight of her, the aroma of her vagina, all thrilled him. His nostrils sniffed, his eyes opened and he looked at the curling pubic hairs, then he glanced up at the juicy breasts, and as his fingers pinched them, he smiled.
"Oh, Alan, T love it, honey, yes, yes, suck me, suck me. Oh baby, eat my snatch, eat my pussy! That's it, baby, suck it, suck it, yes baby, suck, suck, suck!"
The boy was going out of his mind, as the juices began welling in her pussy and he got a taste of it. At the same time, she wanted the girl to do her best at his buttocks, and she instructed her again.
"Honey, what you should do is play with his butt. Put your hands underneath his ass, and clasp it."
She watched, as the girl listened to her and she slid her hands under his buttocks, grabbing him there. As she clutched at his buttocks, and let her tongue slip in and out of his ass-hole, he was enjoying it more and more. His ass wiggled about, the girl could tell. And she enjoyed giving him the sensation.
"Oohhh, Joyce, eat his ass, suck it for him. That's the girl, eat that ass, suck it, suck it good!"
Now, the teacher knew it was time to tell the girl to go to work an his balls. Too many girls, she knew, were in a rush about it. They knew there was juice in the prick and they wanted that sperm juice before anything else. But, the teacher knew the way to do it was to lick those testicles first. And so she told the young, hot girl how to do it.
"Joyce, dear," the teacher said, "the thing for you to do now, is lick those juicy balls. Lick them first, that's it, lash them with your tongue, love. There, there girl. O.K. doll, the next thing you do is open your mouth and suck a ball in at a time."
Joyce's hot tongue finished lashing the testicles, and then, opening her mouth, she took one ball in at a time.
"Suck it smoothly, honey," the teacher said, "oh, yes, that's it dear, now you're sucking balls."
Joyce sucked on the testicles slowly, and the teacher became more and more pleased at her young student. Joyce was a rapid learner. She would have to advance her to the top of the cock sucking class.
"Joyce, dear, that's the girl, open your mouth, slip a ball in, one at a time. Now, take two."
Joyce took both balls in, and sucked smoothly.
"Now, pull his prick," the teacher suggested. "Nice hard long strokes honey."
Joyce pulled on the cock, and licked his balls at the same time. Sucking, licking, pulling his pecker, he was flipping out.
As he got more thrills, he could translate those thrills to the teacher's twat. She knew this, and she loved to make him do it.
"Eat my pussy," she told her student, "that's it, suck snatch. Suck that pussy, suck that pussy, oh yes, suck that juicy pussy."
Now, the two of them were involved in a wild sucking action. Faster and faster, the hot tongue lashed. As the tongue jabbed inside the vagina, the intensity of the excitement increased.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," the teacher replied, as she felt him licking inside.
He thrust his tongue way up there, touching the labia, and the neck of the womb too. She loved the thrust, and was sure some of his thrust was coming from the fire in his loins.
"Oh, Joyce, you better get to licking that prick. He'll be shooting off soon, and you don't want to miss his load of cream."
"Alright, teach," Joyce replied, smiling up at the woman who was giving her such superb instruction.
Now, she let her tongue. glide along the underside of the dong. When her mouth came to the sensitive glans portion of the prick, she slowly licked. Then, she capped the head of the cock with her mouth and sucked. Slowly faster, then sucking quickly.
"Oh, suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, yes, suck that prick!"
Faster and faster, the cock sucking action continued. Now, she was going down on the thing at the base of the cock. She jiggled the balls, and flipped them aside, as she sucked the juicy dong.
"Honey, I'll tell you something, a real cock sucking secret," the teacher smiled, turning around. "The trick of a good suck is this. You don't just blow the prick, you do it with finesse. You look around the head of the cock and then remembering always that the glans portion is the most sensitive. Let the lower lip drag over the dick, that's it, like that!"
The girl was delighted, that she had made him so excited, and she licked, and she sucked. Now the teacher gave her another suggestion.
"Honey, remember. a man's balls get on fire when he fucks. You play with the balls with your fingers, and you slide a finger up the ass-hole too."
"That's it, oh yes, that's it, oh yes. Finger the nuts, slip that finger up there."
She slipped her finger up the ass-hole, and agitated the balls. This excitement was enough to make her realize how complicated cock sucking really was.
"Eat my snatch, eat my snatch," the teacher said, pushing her pussy, with its vagina hairs next to his lips. As she saw the vagina hairs caught next to his lips, as he sucked, she became more intensely excited herself.
"Oh, baby, grab my butt," the teacher demanded, "I'd like that too."
Alan removed his hands from her breasts, and reached behind the teacher's back, slipping them down to her buttocks. Pulling her buttocks, he saw how closely his tongue and mouth could fit into her slit.
"Oohhh Alan, eat my snatch!" the teacher cried.
Now, the girl was sliding down faster and faster over the prick.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock for him," the teacher said.
When the teacher cried for the girl to suck, she found some pleasure in her chant. It was as if a chorus was calling, suck cock, suck cock, suck cock, and methodically her mouth moved up and down his rod. She could feel the pulsations, in his peter. And, she waited for one moment, that moment supreme. The moment when the cream would flip into her mouth.
"Oohhh, aahhh, suck that juicy dick," the teacher cried.
Now, the trio was throbbing as one. The teacher was ready to juice, and so was the boy. Reaching down and playing with herself, Joyce was becoming excited too.
"Oh, eat my pussy, eat my dirty cunt," the teacher called, correcting herself because she knew Joyce didn't like cunt,-she cried, "I mean pussy, pussy eater."
She giggled at the thought of her slip, and then she held his head in place. Running her fingers through his hair, she looked down at his sweating face. His body was vibrating now, as his stabbed the girl, giving her a quick throat fuck.
"Oh, baby, he's giving you a deep throat fuck now, isn't he?" the teacher smiled as she started to juice.
Watching that cock slip in and out of the girl's mouth, as her lips clamped tight on the sliding tool was exciting to the teacher too.
Their throbbing action was nearing a climax now.
"Suck that pussy, suck that pussy, suck that pretty pussy," the teacher said, as she shot.
Gushing into the boy's mouth, she forced it tighter to his lips. He licked, excitedly, eagerly, enjoying her. As he devoured the teacher's hot juices, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, teach, what a beautiful pussy you've got," he said when he finished licking her, and just got a bit of the juice from the hair.
"You're quite a fucker," the teacher said, "whether its your finger, your tongue or your cock, you know how to ram it up there and sock it home."
"Now, teach, I'd better give her a mouthful," he said.
The teacher removed herself from him, and let him reach down to grip her head, as he fucked her good.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, oh yes baby, eat my prick!" he cried.
"Suck cock, suck cock, oh yes, yes, eat that dong!"
Faster and faster, the hot cock stabbed down her throat.
"Oohhh, aahhh, I can't stand it! I'm flipping out! Suck that cock, take it down your throat," he cried as he drove it down the girl's throat.
She thought she would choke, she thought she would gag, she couldn't breathe.
"Eat my prick! eat my prick! Yes, yes, suck that cock, suck that cock, oh yes, I'm juicing now, oohhh, suck that cream, suck that thick juicy cream," he cried, as he flashed that juice down her throat.
She ate his juice, devouring the sperm delightedly. She loved to suck cock, and when it was thick creamy cum, she was turned on all the more.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, oh yes, get it all out. Go after the juice, baby, go after the juice!"
Now, he had finished giving her a load. She enjoyed it immensely, and he was delighted that he could give her a fine head of juice. However, it was time for someone to satisfy Joyce.
"Who's going to suck me?" Joyce demanded.
"Well," the teacher smiled, "why don't we do it this way? First, he could eat your snatch, and then you could be eating me."
"I would love that," Joyce replied, "I'm not ashamed to eat pussy," she smiled, "if I ask a boy to eat me, why should I be afraid to eat another pussy?"
"A pussy is a pussy is a pussy," the young boy laughed.
Now the action was beginning. Joyce, got on her back, and Alan crouched at her crotch, and let his tongue slide along her slit.
"Oh, wow!" he cried, "you've got a shaved pussy here. Oh, baby, a shaved pussy, that's the kind I like to eat. Oh yes, that's what I call a real slit."
He licked along her shaved cunt, and then stabbed the tongue down there. It was an exciting moment for them. Faster and faster the tongue drove into her. Now, he was flipping out.
"Oh baby, get that tongue up there!" she cried.
Immediately, he began putting into practice some of the things he had learned from the way she sucked him off. He liked the way her hands played on his behind. Therefore, he gripped her buttocks and kneaded them while his face licked her gash. With the tongue sliding around, and thrusting inside, he played with her buttocks.
"Eat my cunt, eat my shaved box baby," she said, acting as if a shaved box was the sign of a super cunt.
"Oohhh, aahhh, that's the way I like it, yes, yes, that's real nice!"
"Suck that cunt, suck that cunt, oh yes, eat that pussy, eat that pussy," the teacher cried as she got astride the girl's face.
"Lick my ass first," the teacher demanded, "a juicy hot ass lashing, will get me prepared for a good juicy pussy suck.".
As her ass was licked, the teacher flipped out. She loved the feel of the tongue sliding along . her ass-hole. And, she went out of her mind as the tongue stabbed her vagina. Back and forth, the tongue whipped. Joyce, was juicing her now, and licking, and loving it.
"Oh Joyce," the teacher cried, "how I love it when you lash my cunt, oh yes, baby, that's beautiful!"
Watching, the way that Alan was lashing at Joyce's cunt, she had to applaud. Taking her hands, and slapping them together, she gave a thunderous clap for one person.
"I applaud you my love," she cried out to Allan, "you really know how to eat a young girl's snatch."
Alan lifted his head from the cunt for a moment and said: "Well, you don't get ,to lick a pretty pussy like this every day, I'll tell you that teach, this girl is really together down here."
"Yes," the teacher replied, "and isn't it wonderful we can all share each other, and not get bent out of shape."
"You know it," Alan smiled, licking his lips, "now, I've got to get down there and eat that cunt."
Going back to her pussy, he began thrashing away, and then he too remembered that she had told him never to call it cunt. So, lifting his face from her snatch, he said: "I'm sorry, I'm a pussy eater, not a cunt eater, not where Joyce is concerned.
Joyce got a big charge out of that, and her tongue, went on slipping and sliding around the teacher's twat.
"Oh, Joyce, baby, you're doing a beautiful job," the teacher replied, "suck that pussy, suck that pretty pussy, yes, baby, yes, that's it, oh yes, suck that snatch, suck that pussy, oh yes, just like that, that's what I like, suck that pussy, suck that pussy, that's how it's done."
Now, the teacher was flipping out. As the girl raced her tongue in and out of her hot pussy, she realized that she had eaten an awful lot of women. And, she looked at the needlepoint design on her arm, and for a moment tears moistened her eyes. Who knew what this girl had suffered? Who knew what lengths she'd been driven to to get that strange design on her arm? Who knew, who cared?
Well, the teacher thought, at least I'm giving her a moment of pleasure. A moment of pure, sensual delight. There could be nothing wrong with this, and then she thought about the fifty bucks, and she pumped her vagina hard at her tongue. Fifty bucks is a lot to pay for anything, ass suck, cunt suck or fuck. Well, she thought, at least she'd gotten the girl together with Alan. Maybe, that would be the start of a beautiful relationship. Maybe they would get married and have children, who knows, she thought. All the time she was pumping herself up and down, up and down, and as she pumped, she thought why not play with her titties. Apparently, Alan had become so obsessed with her buttocks, as he ate her snatch, her tits were being neglected. She would tend to that right away. Reaching down, she flipped over the breasts, and excited her every way she knew holly. Now that that was care of, she decided that the most important thing in the world was to give herself a good juicing. After all she was paying for it, and the little bitch had charged her.
"Suck the teacher's cunt," she said, smiling, suck that teacher's cunt. You're getting paid for it enough, suck it, suck my pussy!"
Joyce bitterly resented the, teacher's being upset or uptight over the fifty bucks. She felt she delivered plenty of action. After all, she'd eaten an ass out tonight, and she usually wouldn't do that. However, the need of the needle, and the fifty bucks that brought the needle to her, prompted her to do anything.
Now, the teacher was flipping out, her hands playing with her breasts in a mean cruel way, pinching the nipples.
"Suck that cunt, suck that cunt, oh yes, eat that pussy, eat that pussy, that's how it's done, yes, yes, suck that juicy pussy!"
The girl was eating, and then the teacher was juicing, As the hot juices gushed, Joyce opened up her mouth, and ate. The teacher's cuming acted as a catalyst for her juicing too. Now, she thrust her pelvis up, shooting a mouthful into the 'boy. He gobbled it down, and enjoyed it. It was a pleasure for him.
"Oohhh, aahhh, that's it, eat my snatch, eat it, yes yes, eat that pussy, that's it, oh yes, eat that pussy, eat it!" she cried.
The action was not ending. The excitement was just beginning. The teacher enjoyed every wonderful moment of it. She pumped up and down, up and down, and enjoyed it.
"Oh, baby, suck that pussy, suck that pussy, oh yes, eat that snatch!"
As Joyce finished, she let the teacher slip off her, and she called out to Alan who was eating her pussy: Oh Alan, baby, eat my pussy, eat it, that's it lover, lash it, love it, lick it!"
Alan devoured her, and enjoyed it. He had found a new conquest, and he determined he would have her again.
The teacher was proud of herself, for she had found a way out of her dilemma, she thought.
"Didn't Joyce taste delicious?" she asked him.
Alan was indeed puzzled, he wasn't old enough to know an awful lot about women, but he did know this much, they were usually jealous. Therefore, it bugged him to think that she was recommending another female. However, he later would get wind of what her reasoning was.
"I owe you a lot of thanks," he told the teacher, "you brought me the sweetest piece of pussy I've had in a long time."
"Did you like it better than her?" Joyce said daringly.
"I like you both equal," he said, trying to keep peace between the two females.
"That's nice," Joyce smiled, "I'm sure you did!"
From the way Joyce said it, she was inferring that she was worlds better than the teacher. The teacher was furious, after all, paying her fifty bucks.
"You're a little bitch," the teacher said.
"Give me my fifty bucks and let me get out of here."
"Fifty bucks?" Alan demanded to know. "Why fifty bucks?"
"That's what she paid me to lick your ass out," Joyce smiled.
"I haven't paid you yet," the teacher reminded her.
"But you will baby," the girl said, "and that's the last time too. I don't relish ass licking. Now where's the money?"
"I don't know as I going to give it to you," the teacher said tightly.
"Yes you will," the girl said, "if you want to show up in your classroom tomorrow, you will."
"Alright, you little drug addict," the teacher said, "Here's your fifty bucks, and I hope you enjoy the needle."
"Well you've been needling me enough tonight," the girl said, "just because you wanted me to make you look good to your student lover. I'm on to you, you're a cheap little cunt."
"I thought you said you didn't like to use the word cunt," the teacher reminded her.
"That depends on whether or not it fits," the girl replied, "and teacher, with you baby, it fits!"
"I ought to slap your face," the teacher said.
"Don't you dare," Joyce said, "if you lay a hand on me, it'll be the last time you ever look at a student."
"You are a threatening, blackmailing little bitch, now get the hell out of here, and don't you ever come back."
"Well, I like that," Alan said, "I sure guess I got used. One woman is fucking me 'because she'd getting paid so she can get her fix, and the other one is fucking me to get rid of me."
"No insult intended," she said, "it's just that I've got my habit, and it costs a lot of money to support. And if your ass-hole is the bridge to my fix, I'll lick it."
"You did too, Joyce, and you did a damned good job," Alan said, "but I don't like her paying you to lick my butt."
"That's the way the cookie crumbles," Joyce said glibly, as she slipped into her clothes, and said as she left: "Toodleloo, see you later!"
"Bye bye bitch," the teacher snapped.
When the door was shut, Alan looked at her squarely, and said: "Well, now it all adds up."
"I'm sorry that we had such a terrible time today," the teacher said, "I hope you'll forgive me."
"Forgive, you, sure, but really it was wasting fifty bucks. I'm going to go right on screwing you, and you know it."
"I thought maybe I could distract you with the young girls' body," she said.
"Hell no," he said, "a young girl doesn't know how to take care of herself like an older woman does. I've been around, I've sucked a lot of women, and I prefer older women."
"You really do, don't you?"
"Yes, I sure do," he said.
Momentarily getting a wild idea that she might even be interested in marriage, he said: "Of course, I don't want to get involved too intimately."
"You mean like marry an older woman?"
"Right on," he replied.
"I understand," she said, "you want your pleasure, but you don't want any responsibility."
"Isn't that the way with every man?" he smiled.
"Well," she said, "I guess it is."
They just looked at each other like this in a daze for a moment. The boy didn't know what to say, and the teacher didn't either. They were both stark naked.
"Would you like something to drink?" she said at last.
"Yah, I could use a beer."
"Alright, I'll get you one."
She went out to the refrigerator, and brought a beer back to him. As he lay there on the bed and looked at her he said:.
You're quite a wonderful woman."
"Why do you say that?"
"How many women would pay fifty bucks to get another broad to make it with me?"
"I was selfish," she said, "I fear for my job Alan and I didn't want you to continue doing it with me. I feared we'd be found out, and my career as a teacher would be finished."
"That's awful," he said, "you shouldn't look at life like that. You know things always work out, they do."
"They never have for me," the teacher said, "I've always gotten into trouble, and more trouble."
"Well, you're something like me," he admitted, "I've always been in trouble too. But, this has been pleasant trouble, pussy trouble."
"You really are a born pussy eater aren't you?" she smiled.
"Yes, I am," he smiled. "And you're a born cock sucker too."
"I guess I am," she said, looking down at his limp penis.
"Want to suck some life back into it?" He said.
"I don't know if I can or not," she said.
"Now that's not the right attitude," he reminded her, "Get down there and start sucking, and see what happens to the thing."
"Alright," she replied, "I'll try."
She got down there between his legs, and started sucking his prick. As she sucked away, she played with the testicles, just as she had told Joyce to do. Slowly, some life came back to the prick.
"Well, teach, you're doing a real nice job on my joy bone."
"Am I really?" she said, slipping off as she saw the still somewhat limpid prick was having a little time leaping back to life."
"Go down there, and get it hard for me," he insisted.
"Alright," she replied, and she went down between his loins, picking up his prick, and began sucking slowly, methodically, as her fingers manipulated his balls, and one finger slipped smoothly up his ass-hole.
CHAPTER NINE
The following week the teacher got a big surprise for Alan came to her and told her quite bluntly, "I've got someone I want you to meet."
"I'm not interested," she told him.
"Well, you'd better be interested."
The teacher and the student looked at each other, and the exchange of glances exchanged the idea that she was going to get the shaft, if he didn't get what he wanted.
"I don't know whether I care to meet your friend or not," she smiled.
"I don't know that you have any other choice."
The principal came into the room at that moment, and she knew she had to do something quickly.
Whispering to him, she said, "It'll be all right, call me at home later."
The principal smiled at her and said, "Well, well, how are you today?"
"Just fine," she told him.
"Well," he smiled, "Mildred and I thought it would be nice to have you over Saturday night to a little party we're planning."
"Oh, I'm sure that would be very nice."
"Mildred wanted you to meet someone."
"That's very nice of her," she smiled.
"I'm sure you will enjoy this person a lot," the principal assured her."
"Well, I'm sure I will."
Now the teacher was so nervous, she was sweating. She rubbed the palms of her hands together and the principal observed this.
"Is something bothering you?" he smiled.
"No, nothing at all."
"Well, something is bothering me."
"I'm sorry, I should be going now."
"I wish you'd come to my office," the principal said, "after 'school and make it as soon as you can. If you know what I mean."
The teacher looked at the principal and she was about out of her mind. How could she go through with it? She knew she was going to invite her to some orgy. She wondered who on earth she would be meeting and it upset her.
"See you later," the principal said, "and not too much later!"
How she hated being trapped. If it wasn't a student trapping her, it was the principal. At least, she thought, his wife won't get jealous. His wife will be too busy balling me. She looked around the room and wished she never could return. It disgusted her. The whole scene. Yet, there was no way out. Finally, she thought of something. Maybe I could just shoot myself and get it over with. She thought about all of the people that were committing suicide and thought maybe they weren't do dumb after all. With things going the way they were, suicide seemed like a welcome solution. It bothered her, though. She didn't want to take her life. That wasn't the way to fit into life. The only way was to do the sensible thing.
"Well," she thought to herself, "I guess I might as well go see him."
Talking to herself now, she thought, that's the first sign that you're flipping. Finally, she got wise and thought she might as well go to see the principal and get it over with. As she stepped out of the door, she noticed a couple of students snickering. She wondered if people had an idea of what was going on in her life. She was ashamed of herself, very much so; but she didn't know how to get out of her predicament. As she walked down the hall toward the principal's door, she drew a deep breath trying to relax. The principal's secretary eyed her suspiciously.
"Good afternoon," the principal's secretary said, "how are you today?"
As the principal's secretary looked at her, she wondered whether or not she could go through with it. But, she knew she had to. Where there was a will, there was a way. She walked in and sat down.
"Good afternoon," she said, "and what is it?"
The principal eyed her knowingly. He glanced down at her vagina and gave a quick look at her breasts. Then, he went over to his door and locked it with a double bolt.
Picking up his phone, he told his secretary, "Now, I don't care to be disturbed. I have a very important teacher conference. You understand?"
The secretary said she understood, and she did understand a lot more than the principal thought she did. Whenever she heard the double bolt go on the door, she assumed it was for sexual reasons. She used to sit there and dream what it was all about. She wondered why he never asked her. Yet, she sighed, with all those younger teachers around why should he? He has a harem all his own and if Mildred knew ... if Mildred knew! She'd made pointed insinuations to Mildred but she'd never actually told her a thing. She credited herself with being a pretty loyal person. Because, after all, she thought, I really could tell Mildred and cause him all kinds of trouble.
Now, she was nervous. She was anxious and full of worry.
"I suppose you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, all of you," he said, and he turned the venetian blinds so he could get a very good look at her.
"You're a very beautiful woman," he smiled.
"Why thank you," she said. "I really think you're very handsome."
"Would you strip?" he insisted.
"Do I have to?" she asked. "What do you want?"
Sitting down in his chair, he pulled it back and unzipped his pants.
He told her, "Come over here, honey, and pull it out."
"And if I don't?"
"But you will," he smiled.
"All right, I will."
Again, Marilee felt she was in a trap. She didn't like to do what she had to do. Stepping over to the principal, she opened her blouse enough so he could get a good glimpse of her breasts.
"My, my," the principal said as he looked at her large size breasts. "Aren't they beautiful!"
He reached up and felt of her bosoms. Then, licking his lips, he smiled, "I'd sure like to suck on them a minute."
"You can if you want to," she told him.
And so, she let her large size breasts slip out and he let his tongue slide around them.
"Does it taste good?" she asked him.
"You bet. it does," she told him.
Then, the excitement built. They were flipping out, as he licked the breasts. Faster and faster, he licked those tits.
"Oh, baby, suck those breasts for me," she smiled running her fingers nervously now through the principal's hair.
She reached down and fished out his cock. She stroked his prick while he licked her tits.
"Oh, honey, does that ever feel good," she told him.
He moved from one breast to the other, like a newborn baby searching for milk from the mother's tits.
"Oh, principal," the teacher panted, "Lick those titties, lick those tittles!"
How he licked, faster, and 'faster, enjoying it more by the minute. Finally, he moved his mouth away and she kissed him.
"I really enjoyed that, honest I did."
Grasping his staff, he squeezed.
"And, you'll enjoy this too!" he assured her.
She took the cock in her hand, and slowly let her mouth slide over the head of it. As she licked the juicy head of the cock, she became more and more turned on. Then, she let her mouth slide over the head of the tool and started sucking. As she sucked the meaty head, she enjoyed it more. Slowly, he thrust it into her. The two of them were enjoying it immensely now, and finally he rammed it ,down her throat.
"Take this, take that, oh yes, baby, suck, suck, suck that prick!"
Now, the hot thrusting action continued and he was going out of his mind as he drove it down her throat.
The wild thrusting action continued and the two of them were flipping out of their minds. Faster and faster, she sucked his meat now. She reached inside and let it all hang out, fingering the balls.
"That's it, that's it, play with my balls," the principal delighted himself, as he watched her sucking his prick..
"Oh, baby, you do it better than Mildred does it," he complimented her. "Suck that cock, suck that cock, yes, baby, yes, suck that juicy dick. That's it, suck it! Suck it!"
With a hard final thrust, the principal drove his dick down her throat and shot his wad. As he shot his wad, she thought she would flip out of her mind. She loved the taste of his juice and she sucked it all dry. Then he knew that he had to get her too.
"Just a minute, love," he smiled as he got. to his feet, and walked around the room with the huge prick sticking out.
He threw a beach towel down on the floor and said, "Lay down there and I'll give you something you'll never forget."
"It's hard on the floor," she protested.
"You'll get used to it," he assured her.
Then, she lay down on the floor, spreading her legs, and he got down there and licked that cunt. She loved . .the way his hot tongue lashed around that pussy. First, he looked at her gaping, soft pink lips, and let his tongue lick all around it. Then, he applied his forefinger to her behind. And, as he touched her ass-hole, he let it slide up there. Next, he let his tongue slip inside her pussy and licked her cunt while he fucked her ass with his finger.
"Oh, baby, that's what I like," she panted, "yes, baby, that's beautiful!" Keep eating me, oh, yes, yes, that's what I like!"
Faster now and faster, they were doing their thing. The two of them were enjoying it immensely when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" the principal said removing his mouth from her snatch a moment.
"It's Mildred," she said.
"Come in," he said.
She tried the door and it was locked.
"Oh, yes, dear, it's locked. Just a moment, love."
The principal got to his feet and put his meat in his pants. Next, the teacher got off the floor, pulled up her panties, and pulled down her skirt. Hastily, the beach towel was put back in the corner closet. Then fixing his hair so it didn't look quite so bad, he went to the door.
"Well, hello, Mildred," he smiled. "Just having a little teacher's conference."
"With your tongue, no doubt," Mildred smiled. "Good afternoon, dear."
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" the principal smiled.
"Not when she's here," Mildred said. "We've asked you over to dinner dear, and we have a dear friend we'd like to have you meet."
"I can't wait to meet him," the teacher replied.
"I hope I didn't break up anything," Mildred smiled. "I know what a real sexy guy you are."
"No, dear," the principal smiled, I just had her on the floor and was eating her pussy."
"Well, that's what I thought you were doing," Mildred shrugged. "But, don't stop now. Why don't we get back on the floor and have a little fun together?"
"All right, we will," the principal nodded. "I'll just lock that door and get on the floor."
Mildred waited to see what would happen. She knew he played around a lot in his office, and she wanted to see the procedure.
She didn't have long to wait to see how it all went. First off, he went to the closet and pulled out the wadded up beach towel. Then he thrust it across the floor.
"Not very comfortable," Mildred said, "but I suppose it's better than nothing."
"You get used to it," the teacher smiled at Mildred, his wife.
