Marsha Baxter had always been hot to trot, but never like she was when she started teaching at Bickmore High. She wanted to get it on with anyone who was ready, willing and able, and almost everybody was. Of course, the biggest thing to happen to her, in every respect, was Clint Harris, the big, black coach.
Marsha took it wherever and whenever she could get it. In a storage room with one of her students; in the gym showers with Lois Hollister and her daughter, Kathy; and even in the principal's office with the aging Mr. Gimple.
Marsha had a unique way of giving them whatever they desired. And the way she did it, kept their mouths watering for the entire year.
Marsha had her mouth open as wide as she could, and Clint slowly started lowering his cock into her waiting orifice. It dropped in easily. Her lips converged around the mighty shaft as it dropped into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she took it, until she had it all the way to the hilt, and the tip was lodged deep in the tube of her throat.
Just as he started feeding her his tangy pole, his own mouth went down on her moist pussy. His fingers spread apart her cuntal lips and, for a moment, he just stared at the wet, pink walls of her twat. Then, his tongue flashed out and began lapping at her flesh.
Her cunt tasted sweet, just like honey. And his tongue licked at it with frenzy. Clint had eaten out white chicks before, but Marsha was the best. He shoved his mouth deeper into her pussy. She was utterly delicious; it was like eating a ripe, succulent plum.
CHAPTER ONE
It was the first day of school and it was as hot as hell. Septembers always had a way of playing tricks with the weather, and that day was no exception. The temperature was almost ninety, and it felt like the beginning of summer instead of the beginning of school.
It was eight-thirty, and the halls were rapidly filling with students. They mulled around the corridors, laughing and joking in small, little groups; reminiscing their thrills and pleasures from the summer. Everything was going routine, just like the opening of any other school session, until Miss Baxter, the new teacher, strolled down the hall.
Without exception, the eyes of each and every boy followed her as she passed by them. Their eyes bulged from their sockets as the fragrant aroma from her body enhanced their senses as she breezed toward the Main Office.
Marsha Baxter was quite different from any other teacher they had ever seen. She was dressed in a loose-fitting shift that could do absolutely nothing to hide the sensational body underneath. Her body moved magnificently, with the youthful bounce of a teenager, the confident stride of a budding educator, and the sensual sway of a lady of the night.
Her large, full breasts jutted out and strained at the loose fabric as she walked, and there was no disguising the slimness of her waist. Her hips shifted from side to side as she strode down the hall. They were round and firm, and they moved like the gentle roll of a ship at sea.
She was looking straight ahead, but she knew that every eye was upon her. The fact that they were watching didn't bother her in the slightest, she was used to it. As long as she could remember, whenever a man was concerned, they had always watched her. She actually enjoyed the attention, and she never made any effort to deter it.
She wondered what it would be like to try out the strong cocks of a few of the local high school studs. This was her third assignment in six years and she silently wondered how long it would take before one of them would make a pass at her. It was always the same, if it wasn't one of the teachers, it was one of the students.
She went into the Main Office and snatched her daily propaganda from the slot with her name. There were only a couple other teachers in the room when she entered, but, by the time she was finished reading her mail and looked up, the room was quite crowded. And the majority of the male eyes were focused on her.
Marsha stared right into the eyes of Mr. Gimple, the principal, and the reaction she received was exactly what she expected. His face flushed with the embarrassment of a small child who was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Er-ah-good morning, Miss Baxter," he said, as he fumbled with the papers in his hands. "Are we all ready for our first day at B ickmore High?"
"Oh, I'm quite ready," she replied liltingly, trying the best she could to contain the laughter that was brimming inside her.
She was all set to get a little cute with him, but, just as she opened her mouth to speak, the bell rang. She looked out the door and saw the students scurrying to their respective home rooms.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going," she said with a smile, and walked out of the room.
Home room was the same as usual. The girls looked bored with the whole thing and longed for their boyfriends. They fiddled with their hair and gossiped about the things they did over the summer.
The boys were otherwise preoccupied. Their attention was transfixed on Marsha Baxter. She could hear them snickering, and she was able to pick up a couple of remarks.
"Man, I'd really like to stick my pecker into that piece of ass," she heard a tall, slender boy whisper from the back of the room.
"Yeah," said another, "I bet she'd be the best fuck I've ever had."
"It would be the first fuck you ever had," the first boy retorted. The small group broke into light laughter at the joke, and the second boy sank down in his seat.
"What's going on back there?" Marsha asked, feigning anger. She pointed her finger at the boy sinking in his seat and said, "You there. What's your name?"
"Who, me?" he said.
"Yes, you. What's your name?"
"Barry Willis."
"Well, Barry," she said, "would you mind telling me what was so funny?" She had heard every word that was said, but she just wanted to hear what he was going to say.
"Nothing really, Miss Baxter," he said. "It was just a joke."
"Well, would you mind telling the rest of us this joke, as I'm sure that we all could do with a laugh," she said. She knew full well that he wouldn't repeat the remark.
"I'd rather not," he said. He knew that he was trapped, and there wasn't much he could do about it.
"Well," she said, "I suppose that we can discuss this matter after school. Barry, I expect you back in this room after your last class."
He turned around and glared at his friends, and then the bell rang that sent them all to their first period classes. Marsha remained and waited for her first real class of the year to arrive.
"Good morning," she said when they were all seated. "My name is Miss Baxter. Let's start by getting acquainted. Just reply 'here' when your name is called."
The roll call went quickly, and so did the class. Before she knew it, she had been through two history classes and two study halls. The fifth period bell rang, and she knew that it was time for lunch.
It was a modern high school, and the faculty cafeteria was fitting with the rest of the decor. She got her lunch and sat down at an empty table. It wasn't empty for long, though, as Mr. Gimple, Mr. Preston, the head of the English Department, and Coach Harris soon joined her.
Marsha smiled as they sat down. The attention was normal, and she loved every minute of it. She knew that she'd be screwing for them before the year was out, and the very thought of it thrilled her.
"How's everything going for the first day?" Donald Preston asked, as he poured the container of milk into a glass.
"Not too bad, I guess," she said. "It looks like its going to be a very fruitful semester," she smiled impishly.
As they ate, they casually chatted about the small, unimportant things that had happened to them during the day. The three men did most of the talking, while Marsha occupied herself by watching them watch her. Their lecherous glances amused her.
Lunch went quickly and before long Marsha was back to another class. Throughout the remainder of the day, she could barely keep her mind off of Barry Willis. She tingled at the thought of his reaction to what she was going to propose.
Three o'clock came slowly, but, as soon as the dismissal bell rang, she hurried to her home room. She sat at the desk and flipped through the schedule she had prepared while she waited for Barry.
She was engrossed in her work, when she heard his voice. "You said you wanted to see me, Miss Baxter," he said.
"Yes, Barry," she said with a smile. "Come in and have a seat."
He sat down at a desk, and she got up and walked over to the window. She said nothing for a few moments, and then she turned around to face him. Her face was expressionless. This was a game she enjoyed, and she played it well.
"I want you to tell me what the big joke was this morning," she said sternly.
Barry gaped at her. He knew that if he told her what they were saying, he'd be screwed for sure. But, if he didn't, she might keep him there until it was late. He didn't know what to do.
"Really, Miss Baxter," he said sheepishly, "it was just a joke. I don't even remember what it was."
"Well," she said, "If you don't feel like talking, I can wait. There's plenty of things around her for me to do, and I can use the company." She went back to her desk, and sat down.
The rest of the afternoon she fiddled around the office. Barry sat silently watching her. He looked at the clock. It was nearly five. He wondered how long she was going to keep him there. Besides, he didn't know how long he could last watching her fantastic body move back and forth in front of him.
"Barry," she finally said, "would you mind giving me a hand getting some books out of the storage room? After you do that, I'll let you go home."
"Thanks, Miss Baxter," he said as he followed her out of the room.
The halls were empty and dimly lit. They walked briskly down the corridor until they came to the storage room. She unlocked the door, turned on the light, and they stepped inside.
She scanned the shelves until she found what she wanted. The books were on the top shelf. She grabbed a small ladder and climbed up. She reached the top step and spread her legs apart as far as the ladder would permit; she wanted to be sure that Barry would get a good show.
"Here, hold this ladder steady while I pass down these books."
Barry took hold of the ladder and locked up as she stretched for the books. He was already eye-level with her long, shapely legs, and as he followed them upwards he saw her thighs, strong and firm and from the way she was standing, her skirt was hiked up almost all the way to the top of her legs.
He stared at her lovely tanned skin, covered lightly by her sheer, beige pantyhose. Then his eyes focused upon a thin strip of light blue between her legs. His mouth started to drool at the sight of her warm crotch, and his nose could smell the sweet aroma that emitted from her pussy.
He was brought back to reality by the sound of her voice. "Here Barry, take these and put them over there on the table."
She handed him the books, and then turned around and sat down on the top of the ladder. She watched his strong, youthful body and smiled. He couldn't be older than sixteen, but she was certain that he was going to be a good one.
"Barry, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, go ahead," he said as he placed the last of the books on the table.
"Is it true what they were saying this morning? I mean, the part about you never getting fucked before?"
Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't believe what she was saying. His mouth dropped with shock and surprise as he stared at her.
"You-you mean you heard what we were saying?" he stammered.
"Every word," she cooed. "I was just wondering how true it was."
She could see that he was nervous and confused, so she climbed off the ladder and grabbed him around the shoulders. Her hands slid down his arms, and she squeezed the powerful biceps. He stood straight and rigid, and small beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead.
"It's all right. You can tell me," she said softly.
He pulled away from her and walked to the back of the room. He was embarrassed now, having gotten over the initial shock of her admission.
"I'd rather not talk about it," he said.
She didn't reply, but he could hear her shuffling about behind him. He wanted to turn around to see what she was doing, but he didn't have the nerve to face her. Then he heard the sound of the key being turned in the lock of the door. He spun around, and his eyes almost fell out of his head at the sight that greeted him.
There was Marsha Baxter, the new teacher, standing in only her bra and panties. A curious smile crossed her entire face, and a wild glow was in her eyes.
Her body was even better than he had imagined. Her large titties jutted out from her chest and gently curved upward with only the slightest support from the flimsy bra. The material was so thin, that it was almost transparent, and he could see the outline of her dark, rosebud nipples.
His eyes flew up and down her body, taking in each and every delectable part. Her waist was very thin, and her stomach was so flat that not an ounce of excess fat showed. Her waist broadened into wide, full hips; the kind that just begged to be squeezed.
He was gaping at her, and he knew it, but he didn't care. His eyes were transfixed on her cunt. She was wearing bikini panties and they did nothing to hide her luscious cunt. It was bulging against the sheer fabric, and he longed to stick his stiff cock deep into her soft, wet folds.
"Barry," she whispered, "I'm going to take care of your little problem." Slowly, she moved towards him. Her body was smooth and her steps were silent as she eased her body next to his.
She reached out and touched him, gently pressing her hand against his crotch. His young cock was as hard as a rock, and it jumped with excitement from her touch. Her fingers closed around his cloth covered rod and squeezed. It was then that she realized just how much the young boy really had.
Her nimble fingers toyed with his prick, until they came upon the zipper to his pants. Before he knew what was happening, she had the zipper down and his belt unbuckled. His flared jeans dropped loosely to his ankles.
In an instant, her excited fingers were down his shorts and groping for his cock. She took the stiff tool in her hand and squeezed the thickness between her fingers. It felt hard and strong, and she could hardly wait to have it in her cunt.
Then, she stuck her other hand down his shorts and grabbed his balls. Tenderly, she grasped them. She could feel them throb away in her hand. She brushed her fingertips lightly across the thin covering of hair, tickling him, and sending warm sensations rushing to his brain.
For the first few moments, Barry didn't know quite what to do, then his inbred male instincts began to take over. His arms reached around her back, and he roughly pressed her tightly to him. His young, inexperienced hands rushed up and down her back, finding new thrills in just touching her naked skin.
His hands groped and played with her skin. He dropped them to the soft tender cushion of her ass, and slid them under her thin, bikini panties. He took the warm, full cheeks between his fingers and squeezed, roughly pinching the tender flesh.
While his hands were busy fondling her warm, succulent body, his head dropped to her neck. His eager lips kissed her all over the neck, face and shoulders. Then, he stared at her nipples and started biting. At first, he was being gentle, taking only small nibbles of her skin, but then he began working furiously, gnawing wildly as if he were trying to leave an everlasting imprint on her skin.
Using all the strength she could muster, she pushed him away. He looked at her oddly, with a questioning look on his face. He knew he had done something wrong, but he didn't know what it was.
"There'll be none of that," she said. "I don't want any marks. Those are the rules, take it or leave it."
"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly.
She smiled. "Why don't you take off those silly shorts and your shirt?" she said.
He moved as quick as he could to strip out of his clothes, but he was too excited to be accurate, and his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He couldn't get them open, and he was getting frantic. All of a sudden, he took the material in his hands and pulled. Buttons popped and cotton tore as he ripped the shirt from his body.
He was all set to rush back to Marsha, but she put up her hand. "You just sit down," she said with a smile, "I'm going to put on a little show for you." He sat down on the floor and watched.
Marsha started humming a tune and, as she did, she began moving closer to him. As she came forward, her hips started to sway back and forth. Then she stopped and began swinging her pelvis around and around, while, at the same time, her hands slowly ran up and down her body.
She rubbed them against her pussy, slow and hard. Then, she brought them up to her chest and massaged her titties. While she squeezed one with her hand, her other hand went around her back and undid her bra. It had been pulled very tight, and it sprung open when she unhooked the catch. Sensually, she shrugged her shoulders, and the bra slipped off her and fell to the floor.
Barry's eyes were gaping, as he watched her large, tanned boobs dangle in the air. She rubbed her palms across her nipples. They were already hard with excitement, but they seemed to stick out even more as she brushed them.
This was more than the poor boy could take, and his hand unconsciously went to his erect tool. Rapidly, it flew up and down along the shaft, as he tried to relieve the pressure that was mounting in his body.
Marsha was getting closer and closer to him, and as she moved, her hands never stopped caressing her body. Then she stopped again, and pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them, and then dropped to her knees.
"You poor thing," she said as she crawled over to him. "Here, let me take care of that."
He released his cock and she grabbed it. It was long, nearly eight inches, and thick. She held it tightly near the base; it felt real heavy in her hand. She just stared at it for a couple of seconds, and then her head lowered.
Her mouth opened wide to accept him. She took the thick, throbbing head into her mouth and started to suck. She drew slowly on his knob. She adored young, teen cock, and she thrived on the taste.
Still holding the head in her mouth, she started flicking her tongue across the tip. Wildly, it flashed back and forth, stopping only occasionally to probe the tiny ejaculation hole at the top. His cock had a strong, sweaty odor to it, and the heavy smell enhanced her senses.
As she hungrily sucked on his prick, Barry's hands reached out and grabbed her around the head. He held her tightly, as he tried to shove more and more of his cock into her mouth.
Marsha wanted to wait, but his strength was more than she could handle. Before he knew what was happening, her head dropped all the way down and completely covered his prick. It slid easily through her lips and down into the depths of her oral cavity.
He was planted between her jaws up to the root, and he could feel his cock fall into the pit of her throat. The warm moisture of her mouth felt good around his prick.
Slowly, she raised her head to the top of his cock, and then she lowered it again. She kept sucking as she moved, drawing on his meat. Her full, moist lips stayed tightly clenched around the shaft as it glided in and out of her, and her tongue never ceased flickering as it passed between them.
Barry's hands moved away from her head and slid down her body. They reached underneath her and touched her tits. They were hanging way down, away from her body, and he cupped one in each hand. He had large hands, but he could hardly get them around her extra-large globes.
He pressurized them with his hands, and manipulated them with his fingers. He took the long protruding nipples and pinched them as hard as he could. She twitched as the pleasure raced through her body, and she started sucking even harder than before.
Then, she brought one hand under his balls and squeezed. As she teased his excited zone, her other hand reached back between her legs and started massaging her cunt. It was already damp from her natural lubrication.
First, she stuck in one finger and swirled it around, and then she stuck in another. She moved them in and out of her deep gash, driving them as far as they would go into her cunt.
Her ass began jerking back and forth as she finger-fucked herself and then, all of a sudden, she began to shiver and shake. A second later, her come started to flow. Her hot, white fluid covered her fingers. She pulled them out and the creamy liquid slowly oozed out of her and dripped to the floor.
Just as her own juices began to flow, she felt Barry's cock start to tremble. She knew that he was going to come any second, and she wanted to make sure that she got every drop. Quickly, her mouth slid off of his cock, until only the thick head remained.
She sucked on it one last time, and then his dam broke. A long, steady stream of come spurted into her mouth. It poured between her lips and right down her throat. He had been holding back for a long time, and she thought that the river of come would never stop.
Gratefully, she swallowed all of it. Then his potent squirts gradually ebbed until only a small trickle seeped from his cock. Again, she sucked on the tip, making sure that she had consumed every bit that he had to offer. When she was finished and he was dry, she pulled her head away.
She lay back on the floor and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She patted her cunt.
"Okay, lover," she said, "now take that healthy cock of yours and fuck the hell out of me.
"You bet!" he said eagerly.
He was on top of her in a flash. His hands pawed at her flesh as he mounted her. Again and again, he tried to shove his cock into her cunt, but his inexperience held true, and he was unable to locate the hole.
Marsha couldn't stand waiting any longer, and she grabbed his cock in her hands and guided it to her hungry crack. She held his cock securely at the edge, while she spread apart the sopping wet folds of her cunt. Then, she placed it inside.
As soon as the thick head penetrated her cunt lips, he rammed it all the way in to the hilt. She gasped with pleasure, as his long pole drove all the way home and, between its length and thickness, it filled her completely.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "It feels so good."
Barry started fucking her. like crazy. Again and again, he slammed his cock deep into her cunt. He would pull it almost all the way out, and then drive it as hard as he could back inside.
He was fucking her so hard that she thought that his cock was going to come right out the other end. She strained to accept his assault. He was like a raging storm as he plowed into her.
His cock was soaring, and it plunged into her with loud, sloshing noises. She threw her legs up and circled them around his back, pulling him even deeper into her. As she squeezed, she dug her heels into the cheeks of his ass. She held him as tight as she could, in an effort to control him, but it was no use.
His hands went out and grabbed her titties. He was going wild. They squeezed and pulled on the tender flesh, stretching her heavy boobs in every direction. He was like a wild animal, but Marsha was loving every minute of it.
She came again while he was fucking her, and covered his ramming cock with her film. Then she felt him start to pump harder than before, and she realized that he was ready to empty another thick load into her cunt.
He drove into her cunt to the root, and then unleashed his come. It shot into her with mammoth force. It was even more powerful than the first time, and it filled her to overflowing.
It shot into her and saturated her inner membranes. The very power of it made her come for the third time. Their juices mingled together as Barry continued to drive into her and pump his load.
Marsha gasped for air. He was better than she thought he was going to be; the best of any student she had ever had. But, it was getting late and she knew it, and she knew that they had to get out of there before they were found. She didn't want to stop him now, but she had no choice.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, Barry stopped fucking her and collapsed on top of her. He was panting, out of breath. His eyes were closed, as he dwelled upon the joys she had just given him. Without the motion, he started to get heavy, and she tried to push him off, but he was too heavy to budge.
"Barry," she whispered, "get up, please. Get off of me. We've got to get out of here."
He rolled off of her and unplugged his cock from her dripping cunt. It was drenched with the mixture of their juices. He looked around for something to wipe it with, but found nothing.
"Don't worry about that," Marsha said, "I'll take care of it. With that, she leaned forward and took his now limp cock once again between her lips. First, she licked his cock clean, and then she licked off his balls. She worked quickly, and had him finished in no time at all. She was about to get up, when she noticed the puddle of their drippings on the floor. She knew that she couldn't leave that there, so she crawled over and licked that up, too.
When she was finished, she looked up at Barry. He was already dressed, so she got up and put on her clothes.
"Miss Baxter," he said, "that was great. I never dreamed that it could be like that."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said as she slipped into her dress. "There's more where that came from, but it all depends on you."
Barry looked puzzled. "What do I have to do?" he said. There was no way he wanted to blow this setup.
"All you have to do, is to promise that you'll never say a word to anyone about this. That means no bragging to your friends or anyone. If you do, that'll mean the end of me around this school. Well, is it a deal?"
"You bet," he said.
She smiled, and then walked over to the door an d unlocked it. She peered outside and, when she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she stepped out. The halls were dark, it was getting late.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and walked away.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day at school was very much like the first, except that Barry seemed to be mentally raping her every time he saw her. It was fun for her to know that she had a fine young lover any time she wished. But, he would have to wait, as she was searching for new adventures.
The day was routine, with absolutely nothing of interest happening. The entire male compliment of the school was still all eyes wherever she went, and she had dressed to the teeth for her second day at Bickmore High.
She had selected the tightest dress that she could find. It stopped at mid-thigh, and did everything it possibly could to accentuate her finer parts. It clung tightly to her full, curved figure, and made every part even more pronounced than ever before.
As she strolled through the halls, every head turned. She turned a corner, and saw Coach Harris talking to one of the students. He was a handsome figure of a man, she thought; even if he was black. Right then and there, she decided that he was going to be her next conquest.
"Hi Clint," she said lightly as she walked by.
Clint Harris looked up at the sound of her voice, but she had already passed him. But, what he did see, certainly brightened up his day. He stared as Marsha's ass bounced up and down.
"Holy shit," he said. Thoughts of getting into her pants rapidly flashed through his mind. He knew that he had to fuck her, all he had to do was think of some way to go about it.
They talked for a while at lunch, and he invited her to drop by after school to watch the football team work out. He knew that it wasn't the best way to begin a relationship, but he had to start somewhere.
"I'd love to," she said. By the look on his face she knew that her reply had surprised him. Then the bell rang. "Well, I'll see you about four then," she said, and walked out of the room.
This was going to be a big day for Marsha Baxter, she sensed it in her cunt. Every time she was going to get laid, she would get a funny tingle in her crotch. It was something like an itch, and it was always accurate. Every time she got it, she got laid the same day.
By the time four o'clock rolled around, she was already on her way to the football field. She could see the team going through their paces, and she could hear the Coach roaring at them. Nobody noticed as she sat on the bleachers, that is, until Coach Harris saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"Hi," he said. "Have you been here long?"
"No, just got here. They don't look too bad. How're they coming?"
"Not too bad," he said. "But they could still do with a little work." He turned to the team and yelled, "All right, I want you guys to do a couple of laps."
The boys had been staring at Miss Baxter, but, at the sound of the Coach's voice, they all headed for the oval track at the opposite end of the field.
'That should take care of them for a while," Coach Harris said. "You seem to be interested in football."
She laughed. "Well, I should be, I grew up with three brothers. And I was a cheer leader in college."
"No kiddin'? Where did you go to school."
"USC, why?"
"No reason, just wondering. Well, I'd better get back to those guys before they start goofing off on me. Hey, why don't you stick around for a while? We should be finished about five or so. Maybe we can get together for a drink or something later. Okay?"
"Let me think it over," she said. She knew that she was going to be with him later, but she just didn't want to appear to eager. "Stop by my class when you're finished. If I'm still there, then you've got yourself a date. See you later."
Marsha went back to her class and waited. Time passed slowly. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was five-thirty. Clint Harris had never showed, and she was a little disappointed. Unhappily, she started to pack up her things.
She was just about to leave the room, when there was a knock on the door. A second later, in popped Coach Harris.
"I bet you thought that I wasn't going to make it," he said with a smile.
"Well, I was beginning to wonder," she replied.
He looked so strong and powerful standing there, that she wanted to jump right on him. But she held herself back. She knew that there would be plenty of time for that later.
"How about that drink?" he said. "I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty and hungry. Shall we go?"
He extended his arm and she took it. They left the school and walked into the parking lot. On the way, they decided to use her car. She let him drive, and minutes later, they were speeding down the highway in search of a restaurant.
"I've got an idea," Marsha said. "Why don't we get a bottle of wine and go over to my place?"
He glared at her. "What's the matter? Are you embarrassed to be seen with a black man?" he said angrily.
"Clint," she said, putting her hand on his arm, "I think you've got the wrong idea. I just thought that it would be cosier, that's all. But, if you still want to go out and eat, I'll be more than happy to join you."
"Sorry," he said. He felt really stupid for making such a scene. 'There's a liquor store on the next block. We can get the wine there, and then you can show me how to get to your apartment."
The stop was a short one, but Clint got all the things that he thought he needed to turn the trick. Two bottles of wine, some brandy and a quart of scotch. He stowed the stuff in the car, and then they headed for Marsha's place. Clint knew the roads well, and they were pulling up in front of her apartment only ten minutes later.
Her apartment was small, three rooms, but it was more than adequate. The furniture was all modern. Mostly chrome and glass tables, with a thick fuck carpet and white leatherette chairs and sofa.
"Hey, this is pretty nice," Clint said.
"Well, it's not much, but I call it home. Care for a drink?"
"Sounds great. Scotch on the rocks." He handed her the bag, and she went into the kitchen to mix the drinks. "How about giving me the grand tour?" he yelled into her.
"Be with you in a minute." She came back into the room and handed him a drink. "There isn't much to show. You've already seen the living room, and this is the kitchen," she said, as she extended her hand and he peered inside.
Then she walked across the room and opened a door. "And this is what I call the play room, better know as my boudoir."
She turned on the light, and they went inside. Clint scanned the room. Everything looked normal, until his eye caught sight of the bed. It had an odd shape to it, and his curiosity was beginning to get the best of him.
"What kind of bed is that?" he finally asked.
"It's a water bed," she replied with a lilt. "No kiddin'? I've never been on one before. Mind if I try it out."
"Help yourself."
He sat down. It was an odd sensation. The water-filled rubber mattress gave way in all directions as his body made contact. He was unprepared for the lack of support, and he fell backwards. His legs flew up in the air as he toppled over and he sunk deep into the confines of the bed.
There was a surprised look on his face, and he turned to look at Marsha. She was laughing. The more he thought about it, the funnier it seemed and soon he found himself laughing right along with her.
"I'm sorry," she said, almost in tears, "but you look so funny. Here, take my hand and I'll help you out."
She extended her hand and he took it, but, instead of letting her help him up, he yanked.
Marsha went flying off of her feet, falling right on top of him on the bed. The water was churning around beneath them, and they rolled all over the bed.
The two of them twisted and squirmed in all directions. They laughed as they rolled. All of a sudden, Marsha found herself on top of Clint. She stopped laughing and looked deep into his eyes. Then, his arms went around her, and he pulled her tightly to him.
Their mouths met in a long, lingering kiss. Marsha's mouth opened wide, and Clint's tongue flew into her mouth. In and out it darted, crashing against her tongue and caressing the whole inside of her mouth.
His strong, powerful arms squeezed her tightly as they kissed. Knowingly, his hands moved up and down her body tenderly caressing her in the way that she wanted to be caressed.
She pulled away from him and said, "Clint, let me up. I want to change into something a little more comfortable."
He released his hold, and she climbed out of the bed. She unzipped her dress and slipped out of it. Then, she went over to her dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a short, transparent, baby-doll nightie.
"You won't be needing that," he said with a smile.
She looked over at him. He was already naked, and he looked magnificent. His clothes had concealed more than she cared to remember. She scanned him up and down, drinking in the sight of his wonderful ebony body. His muscles rippled as he moved around in the bed.
Then she caught sight of his most important muscle. Her eyes widened with excitement. He was stiff with erection, and he had one of the largest, black cocks she had ever seen in her life. Her mouth drooled with hunger, and she could hardly wait to lock her jaws around his potent weapon.
"What you see, is what you get," he joked. "Now, how about me? I'm still waiting to see the good stuff."
Her eyes sparkled. She reached around and undid her bra, and then she pulled her panties off. Then, she just stood there. Her legs were spread apart and her arms were extended, as if she were saying, "Well, how do I look?"
Clint stared at her in complete and utter awe. She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He marveled at her body. Her tits were the most amazing part. They were as large as hell and by all laws of gravity, they should have hung real low. Instead, they jutted out proudly, with a polite little curve that caused the nipples to point towards the ceiling.
Slowly, his eyes moved along the lines of her body. They stopped at the large mound between her legs. Her cunt was so big that he could see the lips hanging down, even through the thick tuft of hair that covered it.
"Mm mm," he murmured. "Looks good enough to eat."
"My thoughts exactly," she said.
With that, she took a running leap and jumped onto the bed. They rocked and rolled in the wake of the waves. She crawled across the bed and he chased her. It was her bed and she was used to it, so she had no trouble eluding him. The game kept up for a while, until Clint got lucky and grabbed her ankle.
She flopped to the bed and he pulled her over to him. He crawled on top of her and started kissing her. As their mouths met in short, darting connections, Clint's powerful fingers groped about her chest.
He grasped the soft flesh of her titties firmly in his hands and squeezed. They felt like fresh dough between his fingers. He worked on them with knowing movements, compressing and then relaxing his grip. Then he took her erect nipples between his fingertips. He pinched them together as hard as he could, and only let them go when he heard her squeal with pleasure.
In the meantime, her roaming hands had found the heavy meat of his cock. It was so big, that it took both of her hands to hold it. It felt like a mighty sword in her hands, and she knew exactly how to wield it.
Then Clint started kissing her on the neck and, before she knew what was happening, he was working his way down her boobs. He was kissing her and licking her both at the same time.
When his mouth finally reached her tits, he did them one at a time. Back and forth, his head moved between her two luscious globes.
He squeezed one of her titties hard, and the nipple seemed to pop up, as if it was going to burst right out of the skin. He took it between his teeth and started to chew. He ground the slim protrusion roughly between his teeth. Then grasping it firmly, he raised his head, and the whole tit rose up and away from her body .
As he pulled back his head, he felt her grip on his cock tighten. It was as if she were holding on for dear life. He started shaking his head rapidly back and forth, and her tit swung to and fro in the air, supported only by the solid hold of his teeth on her nipple. Then, all of a sudden, he let it go, and it dropped back to her chest with a loud, resounding thud.
Then, Clint began moving down on her again. He strained in the water bed to turn his body around; his lips never left the softness of her skin.
Lower and lower he went, until his nose finally nudged the thin, silky fibres of her almost blonde pubic hair. He grabbed the hair in his teeth and pulled. Her pelvis twitched as he tugged, so he did it again. While his mouth played with her lush, pleasure zone, the rest of him was trying to get on top of her. It took their combined efforts to get him to the point where his long, heavy cock was hovering over her open mouth.
Marsha had her mouth open as wide as she could, and Clint slowly started lowering his cock into her waiting orifice. It dropped in easily. Her lips converged around the mighty shaft as it dropped into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she took it, until she had it all the way to the hilt, and the tip was lodged deep in the tube of her throat.
Just as he started feeding her his tangy pole, his own mouth went down on her moist pussy. His fingers spread apart her cuntal lips and, for a moment, he just stared at the wet, pink walls of her twat. Then, his tongue flashed out and began lapping at her flesh.
Her cunt tasted sweet, just like honey. And his tongue licked at it with a frenzy. Clint had eaten out white chicks before, but Marsha was the best. He shoved his mouth deeper into her pussy. She was utterly delicious; it was like eating a ripe, succulent plum.
He was slurping in her wide gash. He plunged in his tongue and twirled it around inside of her. The inner membranes of her luscious cunt quivered like jelly as Clint's talented tongue waxed and waned inside her.
She threw her legs around his head in a frantic effort to force his tongue even deeper. She locked her ankles together at the top of his head and pulled back as hard as she could. His head closed tightly against her cunt as his tongue plunged in deeper than it had ever been before.
As his head went down, his ass went up and his cock almost popped right out of her mouth. Her hands shot up and grabbed him around the ass and pulled him back. His big, black prick was thick and heavy, and there was no way that she was going to give it up without a fight.
Once again, she took his cock into the depths of her oral cavity. It felt real good as the long shaft slid between her lips. As it glided into her mouth, her tongue flicked back and forth across the meaty tool with quick, whipping strokes.
The water bed was causing them to roll all over the place and every motion was making her feel better. His pubic hair tickled her as it brushed against her face, and with his balls slapping against her nose each time he thrust his cock in, her entire body tingled with excitement. She started sucking as hard as she could, until finally she felt his heavy prick begin to swell and pulsate.
She started pushing against his body, and he thought that she was trying to get his cock out of her mouth. He fought her; he was too far gone now to stop things in mid-stream. He couldn't figure her out. She was still sucking it, but for some reason she wanted him out.
He was all set to unplug himself, when he figured out what she was trying to do. Supporting himself with his knees as best he could in the ever-moving bed, he slid his throbbing joint out until only the knob of the head remained.
In an instant, she was all over it. Her lips pursed as she sucked on it. Her tongue circled around and around the head, tickling and tantalizing the large, bulging vein on the underside, just under the lip.
All of a sudden, it started to beat faster and faster. Marsha knew that he was going to come any second. As the head began to expand and contract in her mouth, she reached up and took a firm hold of his cock; she didn't want it to jerk out when he started to pump his juice.
The warmth of her hand on his prick made his already boiling juices start to rise upward through his tubular shaft. A second later, his cock exploded. Long, steaming streams of hot, white come shot out of his prick and into her mouth. like the eruption of a great volcano, the come spewed forth.
Marsha drank the creamy liquid with a passionate thirst. Each time he shot a load into her mouth, she swallowed it quickly, not giving any a chance to run out of her mouth. Again and again his come poured into her, each squirt being more powerful than the last.
Finally, everything started to subside. His semen was reduced to a mere trickle, and she sucked at it. She sucked on the head of his cock until she was sure that he was absolutely dry. Then, she again took the full measure of his ebony prick down into the confines of her throat.
As soon as he started shooting his liquid pleasure into Marsha's mouth, he started working with increased enthusiasm on her cunt. Savagely, his lapping tongue drove deep into the inner sanctum of her cunt. He would shove it in as far as it would go, swirl it around a couple of times against the soft, wet walls, and then draw it back out, scraping it along the sides of her deep gash as he pulled it out.
Then, Marsha began to tease him. Using the tremendous muscle control of her cunt, she began tightening up every time his tongue entered her. She would wait until it was all the way in, and then she would close herself all the way around it. Then, she would just hold it there, not letting him pull it out. When she was satisfied, that he had had enough, she would release him.
She had already come four times, but they were only small hints of things that were to come. Clint really liked the taste of her come.
His cock had started to get a little limp, but she soon brought it around to its former massive size. Just as his erection peaked, he could feel her body begin to quiver and shake beneath him. Her whole body was trembling, and her pussy opened and closed furiously on his tongue.
Then, the dam broke. Her come poured from her well and saturated his mouth. His tongue flashed out and lapped up every drop of her honeyed nectar. As it poured into his mouth, his tongue curled to bring the sweet juice all the way in.
Clint was still licking the last of her come, when her body fell silent. Not a single muscle moved. He rolled off of her, turned around and laid beside her. Tenderly, he put out his hand and brushed it lightly across her breast.
She stirred slightly.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly.
She turned her head and faced him. She smiled. Her hand went out and touched his lips.
"You've got the greatest cock in the entire world," she said. "I hope you've got plans to stick it someplace else."
He chuckled. "I can give you as much cock as you think you can take."
"Well, honey, I can take it all."
With that, he rolled over and grabbed her by the tits. His large, muscular hands squeezed them roughly. He took the erect nipples between his fingers and pinched them. Her body twitched as the thrilling sensations raced through her body.
He moved his left hand down her body until it rested at the gates to her honey pot. He rubbed it back and forth. Then, he took two fingers and gently spread apart her large, fluffy lips. He stuck in his middle finger and pushed it in up to the knuckle.
He wiggled it around inside her, and she swiveled her hips upon the insertion. Then, he started shoving it in and out. Slowly, at first, and then faster as she began moving along with him.
His finger was soaked with her natural lubrication and it glided in and out with ease.
Each time it went in, it penetrated with a loud slurp. He started ramming it harder and, as he did, he slipped in a second finger and then a third without losing a stroke.
Marsha's cunt opened wide to accept the three probes. They acted as one, complete unit as they soared into her. Her twat shuddered with unleashed excitement as he drove his fingers into her.
She started to moan. Low, guttural noises rose from the very depths of her body. Sounds, like that of a wounded animal, emitted from deep inside and filled the room. And, as Clint porked her again and again with his fingers, the moans grew increasingly louder.
"More, more," she moaned, "please, give me more."
"How much more do you want, baby?"
"Oh Clint," Marsha groaned, "I want it all. I want to feel that big black cock of yours fill up my cunt. Please, please, please stick it in me."
Without another word, he climbed on top of her. She gasped as she felt his full weight for the first time. Automatically, her long, slender legs spread to their fullest. Clint eased between them and rested his cock on the edge of her cunt.
First, he slid it up and down the length of her gash, and then he brushed it from side to side. He was teasing her, and she was going absolutely wild from the slight touch of his powerful love tool.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she was pleading with him to jam his cock up her cunt.
"Just take it easy," he whispered.
He managed to squeeze one of his hands between their bodies. His fingers groped around until they located the lush, fleshy folds of her gaping hole. He opened the lips as wide as they would go, and then he placed his cock right between them. He pulled away his fingers, and the lips closed fully around the head.
As soon as he felt the warmth of her flesh surround the throbbing head of his cock, he slowly started shoving it in. Inch by thrilling inch, his monstrous pole became lost in the delicious folds of her pulsating twat.
His cock was almost two inches in diameter, but her cunt stretched and strained until every bit of it was inside. It felt as if he were shoving in his entire fist, but she was loving it all the way.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as it slipped in, "it feels so good."
Clint kept on sliding it in. She took it all, every bit, and he only stopped when his heavy sac of balls rested against her ass. Then, as slow as he entered, he began pulling it out.
It scraped against the walls of her cunt. It pulled and stretched the tender inner membranes to their utmost. Her pussy was tight around him and the friction from his prick sent wild, thunderous vibrations racing through her entire body.
He pulled it out so that only the thick head remained. For a brief moment, he held himself stationary, letting her get completely used to his mighty tool. Then, with one powerful thrust he drove his cock in all the way to the hilt.
Her body shuddered and she gasped for air as Clint's passion rod slammed home. Her mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out; the utter shock of his tool was nearly more than she could stand.
He pulled it out and then he rammed it home again. The force of his cock tore at her insides. Her legs tightened, and shot straight out in the air. Clint grabbed them and brought them over his shoulders.
It was difficult getting settled in the water bed, but he finally managed to brace himself against the frame. As soon as he was settled, he really started giving it to her. Again and again he plunged his terrible weapon into the warmth of her hole.
The harder he fucker her, the quicker she began to loosen up, and soon he was plowing into her with no trouble at all. She was coming like crazy and her grease was saturating his thrusting meat.
They started moving together. Each time he slammed his cock down her well-oiled shaft, she heaved up her cunt to meet him. They crashed violently against each other. Roughly, his balls slapped against her ass as he drove into her. He was ripping her crotch to pieces, but she loved it.
"Harder, fuck me harder!! " she screamed.
His fever was mounting and the pace was quickening. He pulled his cock out to the very tip and then slammed it back with all his might. Her whole body shook as his lethal weapon stabbed into her and tore away at her insides.
Clint's balls were beginning to throb like crazy. The heat of his fucking was starting to make his hot juices boil in his loins. He fucked her faster and harder than ever before.
Marsha was totally lost to the world. Her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was dangling out one side, and her wet saliva was running down her chin. Her eyes were wide, and they rolled wildly around in her head as Clint's tool worked away at her very essence.
All of a sudden, Clint felt the river of his come rise up through his pole' Then, it gushed, emptying long, constant streams of thick, white come into the depths of Marsha's cunt. His balls pumped and pumped the hot liquid into her until it was impossible for her to consume another drop. She overflowed, and the sticky juice poured out of her cunt and onto the bed.
Clint collapsed. His large, hulk of a body fell on hers and pinned her. He took long, deep breaths of air, trying to fill his lungs. In a few minutes, he started to come around and he pushed himself off Marsha and the bed.
He looked down at her and smiled. She was out cold, and he decided that it would be best not to wake her. Silently he dressed, and then he went into the living room. He lit a cigarette and then made himself a drink. He downed it in one gulp and then headed for the door.
"Good night," he whispered to her sleeping ears, and then he left.
CHAPTER THREE
The harsh wind was gusting to forty miles per hour and the heavy rains pelted the car as Marsha drove to school. She was trying to make time because she was late, but her efforts were useless. The roads were jammed with cars and the traffic moved at a deadly crawl due to all of the flooding; it had been raining for the last three days.
As she listened to the music on the radio, she began thinking of the events of the past two months. It was still hard for her to believe that two whole months had really gone by since the first day of school. Everything had happened so quickly, and now it was only a week from Thanksgiving.
She thought of Clint, and she couldn't help but chuckle when she remembered the way he had floundered about on her water bed that first night. He had looked so silly, with his large body rolling all over the place. But he was quick to learn and, after a couple of sessions on it, he was able to perform like the pro he was.
Clint had such a great, strong cock and Marsha really loved it. She was seeing him about twice a week and the last two months had given her plenty of time to memorize every beautiful inch. But Clint was not the only one who had occupied her life since September, her schedule had really been full.
After that first night with Clint, she had taken it easy for a while; he'd really done some job on her. Then she started looking around again. First, there was Kevin Hopper, one of the science teachers. She made it with him on the floor of his lab one night after school. He was an odd type of guy, but she liked him anyway.
It was funny how they had gotten together, and Marsha smiled at the recollection. She had been cleaning up her desk of the remains of a broken vase when he passed by her room. She was bent far over the desk and her skirt had risen up so high that the hem clung around the cheeks of her ass. She heard him stop dead in his tracks when he saw the frilly, lace trim of her panties.
"Why Miss Baxter," she heard him say in a lecherous tone, "is there anything I can help you with?"
She knew he was there all along, but she played the role. Turning with a start, she stared at him; her face flushed with false embarrassment.
"Er-ah-no, thank you Mr. Hopper," she said, straightening up and brushing down her skirt. "I see you're staying late too."
That was the invitation. With a broad grin that completely filled his face, he entered the room. He stared at her and it was obvious by the look on his face that he was getting excited. She scanned him quickly and noticed that the hand in his pocket shifted over to the middle.
"Yes," he said, "well, you see, I had to correct some papers. I must say though, that's really an attractive outfit."
"Oh, just something I threw on," she lied; she knew she looked good. The short skirt clung so tight that it looked as if she had been poured into it. And the blouse was a pullover with half a dozen buttons in the front. She had left four of them open, and they revealed a substantial amount of her tantalizing cleavage. The sight was simply breathtaking.
Hopper sat down on the top of one of the desks and started to talk. His conversation was jumping all over the place and was beginning to get boring. Marsha was getting impatient. She wanted a good, healthy fuck, and all he wanted to do was gab. She decided to take the bull by the horns and get right down to brass tacks, She stood up, put her hands on her hips and stared him right in the eye. "Mr. Hopper, do you want to sit there and bullshit all night or do you want to fuck?" she said flatly.
For a second, he just stared at her, unable to believe what his ears told him they heard. Then, as her statement began to sink in, a broad, gleaming smile appeared on his face and glistened from ear to ear. He jumped out of the seat and took her by the arm.
"Let's go to the lab," he said as he ushered her out of the room. "It's more private."
They hurried into the lab, and he locked the door behind them. Then he ran back to Marsha, pulled her tightly to him and planted a long, slobbering kiss on her lips. His hands moved rapidly up and down her back, massaging her until they came to rest on the firm, round crest of her ass. He grabbed the cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed them as hard as he could, while, at the same time, he pulled her crotch even tighter against his throbbing stem.
As they kissed, his hands started bringing her skirt higher and higher up on her legs, until it was hiked up to just under the curve of her ass. Then he slipped his hands underneath and pulled down her panties. His fingers were wet with perspiration by the time they finally came to rest on the soft skin of her ass. He took her firm flesh between his fingers and slowly kneaded it like it was dough.
While Kevin was busy playing with her ass, Marsha managed to sneak one of her hands between them. She found his zipper and hurriedly pulled it down. She stuck her hand in his pants, through the small hole in his shorts and grabbed his cock.
He didn't have the largest prick in the world, but she was sure that it would be more than enough to satisfy her horny needs. He was rock hard, and she could hardly wait to get his cock in her cunt.
She laid her palm against it, and then slowly closed her fingers around it. Then, she began sliding her hand up and down along the shaft. Her hand rested in the dense clump of hair at the base, and then slowly rose until it covered the throbbing head.
Hopper kicked off his loafers, and then Marsha felt his foot rising up the side of her leg. She felt his toes wiggle against her inner thigh and finally come to rest in the middle of her half dropped panties. As his foot lowered, so did her panties and the next thing she knew, she was kicking them off her ankles.
"Why struggle," she whispered. "Let's just slip out of these things and get down to business."
Marsha was stripped first, so she sat on the floor at his feet and helped him out of his shorts. His balls were hanging heavy and his ready cock dangled in front of her face. He spread his legs as he stood over her head.
Marsha tilted her head to one side. She opened her mouth and then raised her head slightly until his balls dropped into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the sac, darting it against the hard rocks. They felt like two flesh-covered walnuts.
She sucked them deeper into her mouth. Then, she puffed up her cheeks and sloshed them around. They bounced from side to side against the soft cushion of her cheeks. Then, she let them fall out of her mouth, and she went to work on his cock.
Her long, wet tongue flashed out and licked the base. Slowly, it slithered up the underside of the shaft, whipping back and forth on the way up. She gently worked up to the sensitive area just below the head, her tongue darting in and out and flicking against the thick, bulging vein and it pulsated with excitement as her tongue crashed into it.
She grabbed the bottom of his cock as she took the head into her mouth. Her lips pursed as she sucked on it. Rapidly, her tongue flashed across the tip, until his cock began to twitch like crazy.
She drew it into her mouth, licking it with her tongue as it passed between her lips. More and more of it slid into her oral cavity, until her nose nestled in his pubic hair and his cock was lodged deep in her throat.
His hands went down and grabbed her head, and then he started fucking her in the mouth. He pulled it all the way out, and then pushed it back in to the hilt. He worked it slowly at first, but then, as the warm glow started to rise from his balls, he began jamming it in.
As Marsha sat on the floor taking his cock, her legs were crossed and her gaping cunt exposed. Kevin brought his foot up to her hole and rubbed it. His toes twitched against the large, hanging folds of her pussy. Then, he stuck one in.
He kept pushing his foot, until the whole thing was secured in her long slit. It was drenched with her come and easily passed inside her. Deeper and deeper he plunged his foot, almost all the way to his ankle. Then, he slowly started pulling it out.
Marsha's cunt quivered as it passed in and out of her. It was an entirely new thing for her, and she was really enjoying it. She was shaking all over and coming like crazy.
She began to bob her head as he fucked her, timing it with his thrusts. He was jerking faster, and she tasted a tiny trickle of his juice drop onto her tongue; it wouldn't be much longer. All of a sudden, he exploded, shooting a thick load of come down her throat. He kept on squirting into her mouth until he was totally dry, and she swallowed every creamy drop.
There was the loud honk of a horn, and Marsha was rudely awakened from her daydream. "Yeah," she thought as she turned around and gave the honker the finger, "that guy was really weird. A foot-fucker, no less."
The traffic eased up, and a few minutes later she was pulling into her space in the school parking lot. She was pissed off because she had forgotten her umbrella and it was still raining cats and dogs.
She looked at her watch. It was almost ten. She didn't know how she was going to make the two hundred yards to the door without getting drenched. She slipped out of her coat and opened the door. Putting the coat over her head, she raced for the school.
She traveled quickly, but she still managed to step in almost every puddle in her path. The shortest way was across the lawn, and that was the way she headed. She nearly made it to the door, but the wet grass was too slick for her. As she jumped over a large puddle, she slipped and landed on her back right in the middle of it.
"FUCK!! ! " she yelled as she hit the ground.
Slowly, she picked herself and went inside. She was wringing wet and she went directly to the front office. She was glad that classes were in session and only a few people saw her as she sloshed through the hall. As she neared the office, she could see only Mr. Gimple standing inside.
"Damn rain," she mumbled as she entered. Mr. Gimple had been busy reading some papers, but he raised his head when he heard her voice. He dropped everything and rushed around the counter when he saw the state of her condition.
"Good heavens Marsha! What happened to you?" he said as he took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
He led her to a chair and, as she sat down, she explained what had transpired. She was really mad when she first got there, but as she related her tale she slowly calmed down. The whole while she talked, Mr. Gimple stood there and patted her on the shoulder, telling her that everything would be all right.
Marsha liked Mr. Amos Gimple; he always seemed to care. She figured that he had to be at least sixty. Most of his hair had long since vanished and what was left he kept neatly short. He had a paunch now, but she guessed from his size-he was six-two-that he once supported a nice, athletic build. She wondered if he was still getting laid. She wasn't sure, but she decided that she was going to find out.
"Mr. Gimple," she said innocently, "I think I'd better get out of these wet clothes before I get pneumonia."
"Good idea," he agreed. "I'll walk you to the ladies' room."
"Do you think I could use your office? I'd simply die if anyone saw me looking like this. I'll keep the door locked if you wish."
He looked at her quizzically. He didn't know quite what to say. It would be unexplainable if a naked woman were found in his office, but, on the other hand, it was warm in there and her clothes would dry quicker.
"Sure, go ahead," he said, and then watched as she wiggled into his office. The door closed behind her, and he returned to his papers.
After she turned the lock, Marsha scanned the spacious room. The furniture wasn't new, but it was adequate and the floor was covered with a thick fuck carpet. She bent over and ran her fingers through it. It was soft, and she was certain that it would make a terrific mattress.
Marsha sat in his big, comfortable chair and began removing her clothes. She kicked off her shoes and then reached under her dress and pulled down her panty hose. Then she reached around and unclasped the back of her dress and tried to pull down the zipper. It wouldn't budge. She tried again, but still nothing.
She smiled a satisfied smile. It was the perfect gimmick, but there was a little preparing to be done first. She peeled off her panties and threw them on the floor. Then she hiked up her dress as far as she could and put her hands up the back and unhooked the bra. She was thankful that she had worn a loose dress and she had only a slight difficulty slipping her arms in and out of the sleeves. She threw her bra on the growing stack.
She went over to the door and poked her head outside; Mr. Gimple was still alone. "Mr. Gimple," she said softly, "could you come in here for a moment? I need a hand with something.
"Yes, yes," he replied hurriedly as he looked around to make sure she hadn't been seen. When he entered the room he found her standing in the center. "What seems to be the problem, Miss Baxter?"
"My zipper is stuck," she said, indicating the back of her dress. "Can you get it for me? I'm starting to get a chill."
"Yes, of course," he said politely. He was about to reach for the dress, when he had a second thought. He went over and closed the door.
With one hand he held the top of her dress and with the other he grabbed the zipper. She could feel his hands tremble. Only slightly, but it was enough to be noticed. He tugged hard on the jammed zipper and slowly it began to give way. As he pulled it down, she heard his breath quicken and she could feel his eyes upon her.
As the zipper opened, so did the dress. Amos Gimple stared in wide-eyed amazement at the nakedness of her back. His fingers lightly brushed against her skin, but he quickly pulled it away. He became mesmerized by her body. He pulled the zipper all the way down to the end. That was when his eyes caught sight of the crack of her ass.
It was more than he could stand. His fingers ventured out and touched her skin; she was warm, very warm. She didn't move. As if by magic, his hands went into her dress and around her front. He cupped her titties in his hands. He squeezed them gently. Still, she did not move.
"Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Gimple?" she asked softly.
'That would make me very happy, but I don't think I'd better," he said unhappily.
"Why? What's the matter? I want you to fuck me." She turned to face him. This kind of situation had never confronted her before, and she wasn't prepared for it.
"Look," he said as he sat in a chair, "you're young and strong and could probably make love to a man for hours. And I'm not as young as I once was. I don't know if I could even get it up. You'd end up laughing at me, and I don't think that I could take that. I'm sorry."
She felt sorry for him, but she knew that she'd be able to bring him around. "Mr. Gimple, Amos, you just stay where you are and let me take care of everything. Just put your head back and relax and I'll get you stiff in no time."
She again locked the door. She had one arm out of her dress, when, suddenly, the bell rang. Mr. Gimple jumped out of the chair, but Marsha put a finger to her lips as a signal and he sat back down. They waited. Five minutes later it rang again and then all was silent.
She stood only inches from him as she supped seductively out of her dress. His eyes widened as her beautiful body became totally exposed. Then she got down on her knees and undid his pants.
She peered at his limp, flaccid cock. It looked so small and useless as it hung loosely to one side. Tenderly, she took it in her fingers. Then she began rubbing it up and down, pulling the loose skin all the way back and then bringing it up over the top. As she worked on his cock, her other hand Was busy, playing with his balls.
Her hand moved faster and faster on his prick, but it didn't seem to do any good. She squeezed it harder as she worked on the meat. She could see that she wasn't getting anywhere with what she was doing, but she still had another trick up her sleeve.
Her head went forward and she took his idle rod into her mouth. She sucked on it, and the tiny tool stretched with her suction. She kept it up, drawing it deep into the well of her mouth. All of a sudden, she sensed the beginning of an erection forming in her mouth.
Slowly, his prick began to rise. She pumped her head up and down as it grew. Up and up in rose, gradually filling her mouth. Before long, her lips were locked around a strong, throbbing cock. Then she really got down to business.
She slipped it out of her mouth and went to work on it with her tongue. With long, determined strokes, she licked it. Starting at the bottom and slowly working her way to the top, she caressed his pole.
As she lashed at it with her tongue, her hands were busy pulling off his pants. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and took that off too. She rubbed his chest, massaging his old, tired muscles. He sighed. Then, she touched his face and slowly guided it forward.
She moved away from him and he joined her on the floor. He sat with his legs crossed and reached for her tits. They were firm in his grip and he squeezed them with abandon. Then he started to play with her nipples. He was surprised at how stiff and hard they were, and he pinched them between his fingers, rolling them around between his thumb and forefinger.
Meanwhile, her hands were again toying with his cock. She jerked him off slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Their faces drew nearer, and then their lips brushed lightly together. Then, their lips parted and they came together in a long, lingering kiss.
Her talented tongue darted into his mouth.
She flicked it against his tongue and then swirled it around in his mouth. She tantalized his gums and crashed it against his teeth. She used it like a tool, and she knew how to use it well.
Then she pulled back and lay flat on the floor. She spread her legs wide and revealed to him her luscious, wet pussy. He stared at her gaping hole, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. She arched her back and pointed her cunt at his face. As he gazed, her slender fingers roamed down her body and halted at the gates of her pleasure pot. Carefully, she spread the folds.
The moist, pink meat of her pussy glistened as it became bared to the light of the office. Her long clit jutted out from within, and it looked just like a miniature prick. She flicked a finger across the tip of it and it twitched with excitement.
"Come on Mr. Gimple," she whispered, "climb on top and fuck the hell out of me."
He hovered over her, positioning himself right in the middle. His body lowered, and their flesh touched. She took his cock with her hand and guided it to the doors of her cunt. She was pleased as she touched it; it had not lost a single ounce of its potency.
She brought the head into her and then relaxed as the rest of his shaft glided between her lips. Slowly, his cock started filling her up. He shoved it in gently, until it was in her up to the hilt. The graying of his pubic area mingled with the softness of her bush.
He started fucking her. His cock was coated with her natural lubrication and it easily slid into her pussy. He thrust it deep and then pulled it almost all the way out. Using slow, measured strokes, he started to bring her to new heights of excitement.
Her legs went around his back and her heels dug deep into the cheeks of his ass. She pulled him in and, as she did, he began fucking her faster. From out of nowhere, he seemed to gain new power and momentum.
With reckless abandon, he plunged into her, forcing her harder into the carpet. She was surprised. For an old man, his performance was remarkable. She threw out her hips to meet his thrusts. They moved in unison, like the gears in a finely oiled machine.
He pumped his cock into her and his drives were becoming more and more frantic. Even as he screwed her, she could feel his plunging pole swell and throb. Roughly, he drove his stiff prong into her, tearing at the inner membrances of her dripping gash.
All of a sudden, he started to scream. "I'm going to come! Fm going to come!" he shouted.
His sperm squirted out of his cock and greased her inner walls. It shot out in a long, steady stream. As he pumped his juice, he slowly eased his cock out of her. The hot come filled her pussy and, by the time he was all the way out, it was dripping out of her and running into the crack of her ass.
Then her pussy started to quiver and a moment later she was in the midst of a massive orgasm of her own. Her creamy liquid mingled with his and the slow drippings soon turned into a river of come.
He stood up and watched as their white fluid completely saturated the carpet. Marsha lay panting on the floor as she continued to pump her juice. Then, she went limp. She closed her eyes, satisfied.
When she opened them again, Mr. Gimple was already dressed. He was sitting at his desk, smoking a cigar. Silently, she put her own clothes on. They were still damp, but they were better than before. She was smiling. She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"No reason," she replied. "I just felt like doing it. You know, you were pretty good. What were you so worried about?"
"It's been such long time for me, that I just didn't think I had it in me any more. I must say though, that I'm certainly glad that you proved me wrong."
"I'm glad you're glad," she said.
He said back in his chair, gloating, and that was when he noticed her clothes. "Marsha, look at your clothes, they're all wrinkled. You can't go around like that for the rest of the day. Why don't you go home and take a nice, warm bath."
'That sounds like a great idea. Bye, bye Amos. I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed him again, and then walked out of the room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marsha sat down and started to eat. It had been a rough morning, and she needed the extra nourishment. As she sipped her milk, she was joined by Clint Harris. Neither spoke until they were almost finished with their meals, then Clint broke the silence.
He spoke softly. "Marsha, I think we'd better take it easy for a little while, at least around school," he said. She noticed a slight touch of urgency in his voice.
"Why? What's the matter?"
He lit a cigarette and took a long, deep drag. "Well, I overheard some of the boys in the locker room. They were talking about you and me. I just think that it would be a good idea to cool it a bit around here. Okay?"
"Sure," she said. "Anything you say. Oh listen, I've got to talk to you about something. Can we get together later for a drink or something?"
"All right. I'll meet you at the Triple Crown about seven." He picked up his tray and stood up just as the bell rang. "See you later."
"Yeah, bye," she said.
The remainder of the day was as bad as the morning, and Marsha was glad when it was over. She drove home as quick as she could and went right for the bath. She usually took a shower, but today she needed a relaxing bath.
The hot water was soothing to her aching body, and she stayed there longer than she should have. By the time she realized what time it was, she only had fifteen minutes left before she had to meet Clint. She dressed quickly and rushed to the isolated lounge.
Clint was already there, and he had secured a nice, secluded table for them. He ordered a round of drinks and then they talked.
"What's up?" he said.
She took a long sip of her drink. "Well, the Christmas break is coming, and I was wondering if you were able to get the cabin?"
"Shit," he said. "I damn near forgot to tell you. Everything's all set. I got the cabin, and we leave Friday night. We've got it for seven days, and I hear that the skiing is just great. Come on, drink up and I'll order another round."
They drank and talked until about eleven, and then they both went their separate ways. Marsha was quite busy the next few days. School tied up her days and her nights were spent shopping for clothes for her vacation.
Friday finally arrived, and the school closed early. Marsha went straight home and packed. There was more stuff than she realized, but she eventually managed to get it all together. Clint arrived and loaded the gear, and then they were off.
"How long do you think it will take?" she asked as they sped along the road.
"With a little luck, we should make Killington by two or three. It's snowing up there, you know."
The first couple of hours went quickly. It was snowing lightly, but not enough to create any problems. But the farther north they got, the heavier the snow came down. By midnight, they were reduced to a mere crawl and were right in the middle of a severe snowstorm.
Driving conditions were getting worse and Clint was beginning to get worried. He looked over at Marsha; she was sleeping. He decided not to wake her; it would serve no purpose to get her all upset.
He glanced down at the gas gauge; there was a little less than half a tank. Under normal circumstances, that would have been more than enough to see them through, but with all that snow, it was hard to judge.
As they plodded northward, the roads got progressively worse. Clint looked at his watch. It was almost four o'clock and the tank was nearly empty. His head ached with worry. Then he saw the sign, just barely visible through the blanket of snow. KILLINGTON-5 MILES. He sighed with relief; he knew they were going to make it.
Twenty minutes later, he turned the car into the long, winding driveway that led to the cabin, but they only managed to get three-quarters of the way. The car sputtered and bucked and then it conked out. He tried to start it, but it just wouldn't turn over.
He shook Marsha's shoulder. She opened her eyes and stared sleepily at the strange surroundings. "Are we there?" she asked, her mouth agape in a yawn.
"Well almost," Clint explained. "We ran out of gas, but the cabin is only about two hundred yards up the road. We're gonna have to hoof it, so just take the things that you'll need for tonight and we'll get the rest of the stuff tomorrow."
They opened the doors and stepped into the harsh, biting wind. The snow was getting deep, it was already up to the doors. They each took a suitcase and a parcel of groceries from the trunk and headed through the snow for the cabin. By the time they reached it, they were frozen to the bone. They dropped their luggage by the door and Clint found the light switch and turned it on.
It was a relatively new A-frame about five years old, and it looked very comfortable. They plopped down on the modern, Danish sofa and caught their breath. Marsha took off her coat and shivered as the coldness of the room hit her.
"Shit!" she yelled.
"What's the matter?" Clint asked curiously.
'There's no fuckin' heat in this place, that's what's the matter. Let's see if there's some wood, so we can start a fire."
The two of them scurried about the house in search of some logs. Cling found them in the back, near the kitchen, and brought them back to the hearth. Starting fires was not his milieu, but after a couple of tries he managed to work up a nice, hot blaze.
"Do you want a cup of coffee or a drink?" Marsha asked.
"I'll have a scotch."
She poured the drink, but when she returned she found him fast asleep. She smiled and then she got a blanket and covered him. She downed his drink and then fell asleep on the floor beside him.
By the time she woke up the following morning, Clint had retrieved the remainder of their luggage from the car and was in the midst of preparing breakfast. The fire was still raging and she guessed that he had added more wood. She looked out the window. Everything was all white, and it was snowing as hard as ever.
"Good morning," he said cheerily. "How'd you sleep?"
"That floor was pretty hard, but I'll live. Mmmmmm, something smells good."
"Yeah, bacon and eggs. Come on, sit down. It's all ready."
Breakfast was quick and when they were finished they set about making the cabin livable. By noon, they had it the way they wanted it. Clint made a couple of drinks and then joined Marsha in front of the fire.
"Well, now what?" he said as he sat down. "It's snowing too hard to go skiing, so I guess we'll have to find something to do inside. Any suggestions?"
Marsha knew what he had in mind. It was the same thing she had in mind. The only real reason that they came to the cabin in the first place.
"Do we have any fruit?" she asked with a smile.
"Sure. I brought some apples, bananas and oranges. Why?"
"Why don't you get out of those clothes, while I go in the kitchen and fix you a nice fruit salad. Sort of a box lunch."
While Clint quickly stripped out of his ski clothes, Marsha raced to the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Then she got the fruit. She peeled one of each variety and then sat down in a chair.
First, she cut the orange into sections and slipped them long-ways into her pussy. Next, she sliced the banana in half and stuck that in her pussy between the orange slices. The end of the banana protruded deliciously from the edge of her cunt. Finally, she took the apple, halved it and cored the center. Holding her pussy lips apart, she lodged it between them, so that it just covered the banana. Now, she was ready for Clint.
With her cunt so full of delectable goodies, she had a little trouble walking, but she managed. She waddled into the living room with her hand between her legs; she didn't want anything to drop out.
She grabbed some pillows off the sofa and threw them on the floor. She lay down and placed them under her ass. Her fruit-filled pussy jutted out at a forty-five degree angle, and stared Clint right in the face. She pulled away her hand and revealed to him her culinary delights.
"Come and get it, lover," she lilted.
Clint crawled over to her and stuck his face in her crotch. "Looks lip-smackin' good," he said as he ran his tongue over his lips.
His big, black hands grabbed the soft, tender flesh of her thighs and pulled them even farther apart. The fragrant scent of pussy and fruit filled his nostrils. The day before, she had shaved away all of her cunt hair and her bald quim looked cuter than ever before.
His long tongue shot from between his lips and stroked the length of her stuffed gash. She tasted real sweet. He lapped at it like a dog would drink a bowl of water. His tongue slowly stroked it from one end to the other. Then he found a small, unoccupied gap at the bottom and he crammed his tongue inside.
The sugary juice of the fruit was dripping throughout her cunt and it dripped right onto his tongue as it poked into the small space. He drew it back out and swallowed the nectar. Then he went back for more.
As his tongue drank the juice, his hands were busy sliding up the smooth skin of her body. He gently pressed her skin as he went and only stopped when he reached the crests of her mountainous tits. He cupped them in his massive hands and squeezed.
Her titties were firm, but they melted at his knowing touch. He caressed them, working the skin expertly between his strong talented fingers. He was like a precision artist, creating a masterpiece out of ordinary clay. His head was buried in her cunt, but he didn't have to see what he was doing to know he was doing a good job; he could tell by the way the heat in her body rose.
As he squeezed them, he could feel the pressure of the erection in her nipples digging into the palms of his hands. Slowly, he brushed his hands back and forth across the protruding tips. They were as hard as could be, and they twitched with excitement at the friction caused by the contact with his hand.
He was starting to get hungry, and his pearly, white teeth gleamed as they parted to partake of the meal before him. Carefully, he started gnawing at the chunk of apple. He dug his teeth into the top and, again and again, slid his lower jaw upwards, slowly chipping away at the succulent fruit.
He kept that up until the apple cracked in the middle and split in half. He took the severed halves into his mouth and devoured them. He was smacking his lips with delight, when his tongue brushed against something else sticking out of her cunt.
He removed his hands from her breast and spread apart her cuntal lips with his fingers. He was happily surprised when he saw that he had only eaten the appetizer and that the main course was yet to be served.
"You're just full of little surprises, aren't you?" he joked as he peered into her cunt.
With that, he dived in for lunch. One by one, he pulled out the slices of orange and chewed them. He knew that she must have come a lot because each slice was liberally drenched with a thick coating of her natural nectar. When he was finished with them, he went to work on the banana.
He was going to gobble it down, but then he decided that he wanted to have some fun first. Carefully, he took it in his teeth and began working it in and out of her cunt. It, too, was saturated with her come and it easily slid in and out of her wide open slit.
Clint was taking his time; with all the snow outside, he didn't have to rush for anything. Slowly, he wormed the banana into her cunt, let it go and flicked his tongue across her long clit once or twice before he grabbed it and pulled it out again.
The fever of her own passion was rapidly rising from the depths of her loins as Clint worked the banana and his tongue in her cunt and his hands on her tits. Unconsciously, she began to writhe on the floor beneath him.
She threw her legs over his shoulders and pulled his dead deeper into her crotch. The stiff, curly strands of his natural afro tickled the inside of her thighs as she squeezed her legs around his head.
Clint started taking small bites of the banana each time he pulled it out. It was beginning to get soggy. He had eaten about half of it, when suddenly it broke off in his teeth and buried itself in her cunt. He stuffed in his tongue and tried to wrap it around the banana, but all he succeeded in doing was to mash it to pieces against her moist inner walls.
Marsha immediately felt the squishiness in her cunt. It felt strange and she sat up, wondering what had happened. "What's going on down there, Clint?"
"You've got a mashed banana in your cunt, honey. But don't worry, I'll get it out," he told her.
She lay back down and relaxed while Clint went to work on her. Spreading her folds, he slipped in two fingers as far as they could go. He scraped them along her walls and scooped out as much of the fruit as he could. He pulled them out, stuck them in his mouth and licked them clean. He did it again, but realized that he wasn't getting anywhere fast; the stuff was just in too deep for his fingers to reach.
He knew that he would have to get in deeper, and the only way he could do that was to stick in his whole hand. Her slit was long and wide, but he wasn't sure if it would be big enough to accept his entire hand. But, he at least had to give it a try.
He still had his two fingers in her, so he slipped in another and then another. The four of them stood rigid in her cunt and there wasn't a hell of a lot of room left. Next, he wormed in his thumb. Then, he gently started shoving them forward, until he had half of his fist inside. Her cunt stretched to the utmost to accept him.
With one shove, he rammed his fist all the way in. Her body jerked as he lodged his hand to the wrist. The large, flopping folds of her cunt closed around the thick shaft. Carefully, he worked his fingers around inside her cunt, scraping into his palm every bit of the mashed banana. When he was satisfied that he had it all, he eased his hand out. It unplugged with a pop.
"I hope that your cock is as good as your hand," she mused.
He looked up as he licked his hand. "It's not as wide, but it's more than enough to take care of you."
She stretched out her arms, welcoming him to her body. He climbed over her and positioned himself like he was going to do pushups. She reached her arms around his neck and brought his body down to hers.
Their lips met. Their mouths opened, and both tongues shot out at the same time. They flicked them against each other, caressing each other's tenderness.
She felt his cock brush against her pussy, and she reached down and grasped it in her hands. It felt strong and powerful and she could feel it throb with readiness. She moved it in slow circular motions against the outside of her cunt. His cock tingled with joy as it squeaked across the bare skin of her twat.
Then she brought it right up next to her fleshy lips. She put her hand underneath it and loosely supported his heavy tool. Clint eased his cock forward and the large head broke through into her moist folds. He let it sit there for a moment, and then he slowly shoved it in to the hilt.
Clint took all the time in the world as he passed his prick into her. Inch by solid black inch lost itself in the soft cavern of her cunt. He pushed and pushed, and he kept on pushing until the last, breathtaking inch was surely buried.
He started working it. He slid it almost all the way out, until only the head remained, and then he glided it back in up to the hilt. Her insides were as wet as hell and his stiff sword was like a greased pole as it plunged into her.
He began to grind away. Marsha was moving right along with him. As he plunged his cock, her hips began to swivel around and around. At the same time, she tossed her pelvis into his thrusts. Clint's pace quickened, and the faster he pounded into her, the faster she threw her cunt up at him.
Clint used his cock like a cannon ramrod. Furiously, he drove it into her twat, roughly plunging it deep into her pink inner well. Her deep cuntal shaft rapidly pulsated as he stuffed it with his zesty meat.
The fire was crackling hot, but the fire in their bodies was even hotter as their bodies crashed together. His bulk roughly slammed against her with each and every powerful thrust of his sword.
As Clint fucked her, Marsha's body began to vibrate like an out of control machine. Her juice was boiling from the very depths of her organ. Then all at once she came, saturating his cock. Then she came again and then a third time. And she kept spilling her juice until she had come five times in as many minutes.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned as her river of cream flowed. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Let me have some more of your wonderful cock."
As she screamed the words, her legs went around his waist to give him more room. Her arms shot around his back and scratched and pawed at his skin as he continued to plunge into her. He was tearing her insides out and the wild sensations made her entire body tingle from head to toe. Her long nails dug deep furrows into his back as she madly clung to him for dear life.
Clint felt his balls grow harder by the second and they were throbbing like crazy. He knew he was getting ready to shoot a massive load into her cunt. He slipped his hands under her back and, using all the strength he could muster, he threw all his weight to one side. In one swift motion their bodies flipped with her landing on top of him. And he never missed a stroke as they rolled over.
She scrambled to her knees. Then she started jumping up and down on the long, thick tube inserted in her dripping gash. She had come again with the momentum of their roll, and the juice poured out of her, covering his pubic hair and balls with a translucent film.
He reached out and grabbed her tits as she bounced on him. He manipulated them with his fingers, roughly caressing them. Her tits were already swollen and sore from his fondling, but she still thrilled to his touch.
Clint's hot lava started to rise from the base of his prick. Up and up the shaft it coursed, seeking its escape at the top. Then he exploded. One hot stream of come after another erupted up into her. Each squirt of his semen was long and steady as it shot up her tube and crashed against her inner walls.
He pumped and pumped, until there was nothing left to pump. Then his hands fell from her tits and his body relaxed in complete exhaustion. Weakly, Marsha stood up and, as his cock unplugged her, the come poured out of her cunt and ran down her legs. She dropped back to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. She proceeded to lick it clean, and then she licked his balls until they were clean, too.
Then she brushed her legs and licked her fingers of the sticky substance. She stuffed her fingers in her cunt and pulled handful upon handful of come out, and she drank that too. It tasted so very good.
When she was finished, she lay back on the floor. Absently, she glanced out of the window; it was still snowing as hard as ever. She smiled. It didn't look like she was going to do too much skiing, but it didn't matter; she had something much better.
She placed her hand on his naked thigh and closed her eyes. Fucking Clint always took everything out of her, but this time she was really drained. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she slept.
She didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but she was suddenly awakened by a funny, tingling sensation in her crotch. Something was slowly stroking her cunt and she knew that it could only be the marvelous tongue of Clint Harris. Then she felt something lightly touch her lips.
She opened her eyes, and there was Clint squatting over her face. His cock was hanging right next to her mouth and he was eating her out. The head was just about her lips, so she stuck out her tongue and spun it around. His cock jumped with excitement.
He stopped eating her and looked back up at her body. "I was wondering how long you'd stay out. I've been nibbling on your fine little clit for the last half an hour. It sure took you long enough."
He didn't get a chance to say another word, because just then she scissored her legs around his neck and pulled his head back to her cunt.
At the same time, she grabbed his ass and pulled his cock into her waiting mouth. She didn't even stop to take a breath as his cock disappeared between her lips and down her throat.
She sucked him off good and then they fucked. And then she sucked him off again, and then she fucked him again. They kept it up for the rest of the day and well into the night, stopping only for a drink or a cigarette. Then they slept.
The next day, it was the same thing all over again. And so was the day after that. They were there for a week. The snowstorm lasted for three days, but their fucking lasted the full seven. By the time they headed for home, they were both totally spent. Her cunt was raw and she walked a little funny, but it was all worth it.
The roads were clear and empty as they drove home and the ride was smooth. Except for the time when Clint almost rammed the car into a telephone pole. But that was Marsha's fault. She was giving him a blow-job and he swerved when he came in her mouth.
He dropped her off at her apartment and helped her inside with her luggage. They had a drink, and then he left. As soon as he was out of the door, she ran for the bed. And that was where she stayed for the next three days.
CHAPTER FIVE
With the holiday break over, everybody-students and teachers alike-settled down to preparing for the mid-semester exams at the end of January. Marsha Baxter was so busy that she hardly had any time for Clint or anyone else. She readied her classes as best she could, occasionally bringing in one of the boys after school for some 'special' tutoring. Those sessions were the only fun she had, except for the night of the faculty/student sports festival.
It was traditionally a big event at Bickmore High, and most of the faculty generally participated. There were some relay races around the gym, men's and women's basketball, assorted individual competitions, and men's and women's volleyball. Marsha was a member of the volleyball team.
The captain of the women's team was Lois Hollister, the girls' gym instructor. From the first day of school, Marsha thought that she was a real butch type; strong, muscular build, short, close-cropped hair and a voice that was low enough to belong to a man. She was tall, about five-nine, and weighed about one-seventy, and she was as solid as a rock.
The only thing that convinced Marsha that Lois Holister wasn't a little bit on the gay side was that she was married and had a seventeen-year-old daughter. She was certain that there was absolutely no way this woman could go both ways.
Marsha felt sorry for Lois' daughter, Kathy. She was an exact replica of her mother; she looked the same, talked the same and acted the same. It had to be rough on a girl of her age. The boys made fun of her behind her back, and Kathy avoided them like the plague. It was doubtful that she ever had a date in her life, much less ever got laid.
The festival wasn't really that much of a big deal, but Marsha was really looking forward to that volleyball game. Her little escapades managed to keep her in pretty good condition, which was good for her since she hadn't played volleyball since her own high school days.
Sports Night, as the extravaganza was called, was only three nights away and the faculty team coordinators, Clint Harris and Lois Hollister, decided to get as many teachers together as they could for some practice at their respective events. Twenty were supposed to be playing, and fourteen of them showed up; eight men and six women.
Considering the turnout, the practice went remarkably well. Basketball and volleyball were men against the women, with players alternating in and out of the game. Marsha sat out basketball, electing to study the other teachers. Four of the men she had already screwed and she was working on two others. In fact, the only reason she came to the practice in the first place was to get a look at the men in their shorts.
By seven-thirty everything was over and the group started to split up. A bunch of them were going out for drinks and they invited Marsha to come along, but she graciously declined, explaining that she was tired and wanted to get some sleep. Clint tried to change her mind, but she held firm. She couldn't even tell him what she was really going to do; that she was going to be fucking one of her students.
The three days before Sports Night came and went quickly, and before she knew it, it was Friday night. As she changed her clothes in the girls' locker room, she could hear the sounds of a rock band that was playing to the packed gymnasium. She had a feeling deep down inside that it was going to be a fun night.
Clad only in her bra and panties, she sat down on a bench to put on her sweat socks and sneakers. The women and girls chatted incessantly, and every once in awhile she would hear her name pop up in the conversation. She glanced around the locker room as she tied her laces; she could feel their eyes staring at her.
It was no secret that they were jealous of her and, as far as she was concerned, they had every right to be. She knew that she was better than the rest; looked better, was built better and dressed better. It even fed her ego, the way they stared. She decided to give them all a little show.
Slowly, she stood up and stepped into her short skintight cut-offs. She had a little trouble with the zipper, but she finally managed to get it secured. Then she turned and faced the lockers and, as most of the people in the room watched, she unfastened her bra and placed it on the bench. Her large boobs stood out, firm and proud. She slipped into a borrowed T-shirt and then strolled outside to the gym.
Once there, she marveled at the size of the crowd. A lot of the kids were dancing to the music and she felt like joining them, but she figured that it would be best if she didn't. She spotted Qint and Kevin Hopper across the floor, so she headed in their direction, her tits bouncing up and down with every step.
"Hey, get a load of Miss Baxter," she heard as she passed through the crowd.
Purposely, her path led her right through the thickest parts of the gym. As she squeezed between clusters of students, she skimmed her boobs against backs and chests. Every once in awhile, a hand would pop out, seemingly unnoticed, and innocently squeeze one of her titties. She counted at least ten grabs, not counting all the pinches and pats on her ass.
"Hi Qint, Kevin," she said as she reached them. "When's this show gonna get on the road?"
"About another five minutes or so," Clint replied. Then he noticed her braless chest. "Forget something?" he whispered with a smile.
"No," she answered coyly. "Oh, look! There's Mr. Gimple getting ready to start things off. I'd better get back with the ladies. Bye." And she flitted off into the rapidly dispersing crowd.
Mr. Gimple gave a short address and then introduced all the participants. All of the students got cheers and all of the teachers were booed, with one notable exception: Miss Marsha Baxter-History.
Basketball was first on the agenda, and both the male and female faculty won. Next came the races, and the students excelled. That was followed by a brief intermission, and then came the volleyball. Male faculty won their match and then it was the women's turn.
They played the game rough and hard, with each team trying its best to beat the other. Throughout most of the game the score remained close, but, as the teachers began to tire, the girls started to pull away.
Marsha played a good game, not exceptional, but she made fewer mistakes that the rest of her teammates. Each time she made a move, her titties flopped up and down and crashed against her chest. The friction from the cotton T-shirt caused her nipples to stand erect and strain against the fabric. And the crowd cheered every time she moved.
The game was tied at twenty all. Five times the lead changed before the girls finally got the ball to Kathy Hollister and she spiked it. She was playing opposite Marsha and the shot was taken off-balance. Her follow-through carried her into the net. Marsha saw her falling and tried to get out of the way in time, but she was too slow.
Kathy crashed into her and drove her backwards onto the floor. Marsha felt her feet give way, but that was the last thing she remembered as her head hit the floor. She lay prone and silent on the floor as people rushed from their seats and crowded around.
"Come on, give her air!" yelled Clint Harris as he bulled his way through the mob, throwing students from side to side as they blocked his way. Just as he reached her, she opened her eyes.
"What happened?" she asked. She was groggy and her head was clouded and fuzzy, but she was able to make out the form of Qint kneeling over her.
"You were knocked down," he said. "Are you all right?"
"I think so," she replied, putting her hand to the back of her head. She winced as her hand made contact with a large lump on her scalp. "I want to sit down for a while, until my head clears up."
Qint helped her to her feet; her legs were shaky, but she could still stand. Then he turned to the crowd and said, "Okay, let's break it up. Come on, let's go. Miss Baxter is all right."
"You'd better lie down for a bit," remarked Lois Hollister.
Together, with the aid of two of the girls, she helped Marsha into her office. There was a small lounge chair there, and they helped Marsha to it. One of the girls came in and handed her a cold, wet towel for her head, then they all left the room.
"Shit," she muttered to herself when she was alone. "I've done some pretty dumb things, but this sure takes the cake. Shit, what an ass-hole." She tried to sit up, but her head was still throbbing, so she lay back down.
From the sound of the commotion in the next room, she knew that Sports Night had run its course, and was over. She just lay there for a while, listening to the noise of the chatter, the lockers banging open and closed and the running water of the showers.
As the racket subsided and the people left, Marsha decided to take a quick shower. She got up and stepped into the almost deserted locker room. The place was empty, except for two or three girls getting dressed and, as Marsha slowly slipped out of her clothes, they disappeared too.
The room was still and silent, and all that could be heard was the steady dripping of the showers. Her socks and sneakers were already off, and then she wiggled out of her shorts and pulled off the T-shirt. She looked around for her discarded bra and found it lying on the floor with the cups cut out of it.
She picked it up and looked at it. "Fuckin' cunts," she murmured. Angrily, she thrust it against a locker as she cursed the girls. Then she pulled off her panties and walked over to the showers. She adjusted the water temperature and then stepped inside.
The fine, warm spray was soothing to her tired, disgusted body. She felt refreshed and renewed as the water pelted her body with its wet needles. She began to relax. The pain in her head started to ease and then finally leave. She closed her eyes and let the water do its healing work.
She remained there for quite a long time, but then, suddenly, she felt the presence of eyes staring at her. She thought that she had been alone, and a wave of fear anxiously crossed her mind. She turned with a start, expecting the worst, but then she relaxed somewhat when she saw who it was. There stood Lois Hollister and her daughter, Kathy. They were both as naked as the day they were born, and they were staring intently at
Marsha's body.
"You know," Lois said, "I never realized before tonight what a fine example of the female body you possess. From the moment that I first saw you without your bra, I knew I just had to see the rest. I'm very impressed. You must be proud?"
Marsha wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but by their smiling faces she began to get a pretty good idea. She never really thought much about making it with a woman, much less two; men had always been so satisfying. But she figured that she might as well give it a try. Besides, by the look of them, she had a strong feeling that she was going to anyway, whether she wanted to or not.
Marsha ignored them, and turned back to her shower. She took a bar of soap from the nearby wall receptacle, and worked it around in her hands until she had a good lather. Then she moved her suds-filled hands seductively around on her body.
She lathered her titties and stomach but, of course, she knew that they couldn't see what she was doing. Then she put her hands behind her and with slow, circling motions she rubbed the firm white cheeks of her ass. She took great care to do it as slow as possible, knowing that they were reveling in her actions. Then she glided her hand up and down the inside of her crack, while she gave her ass a cute little wiggle. As she did that, she heard them mutter between themselves and she knew that it wouldn't be too much longer.
"Do you think that one of you could do my back," she invited. "I must have hurt it when I fell and I can't reach it." She looked back at them from over her shoulder.
She didn't have to say it twice, because they both charged into the shower at her words. Kathy knew her place, as far as her mother was concerned, because she kept back slightly as Lois approached Marsha.
Lightly, Lois brushed her husky, naked body against Marsha's as she reached for the soap. Marsha could feel the rugged tips of Lois' nipples stick into her back and the firm, muscular flesh of her thigh brush against her own. This was going to be something new and unique, and she knew it because she felt a strange sensation crawl through her body as they made contact.
Lois spoke as she rubbed the soap onto Marsha's back. "You know," she said, "I know a marvelous way to soothe tired muscles. Just a little massage in the right places can really work wonders. Would you like me to give it a try?"
"Sure, go ahead, if you think it will do some good."
Lois brought her hands to the top of Marsha's shoulders on either side of her neck and began working the flesh knowingly with her fingers. She squeezed the flesh firmly, but tenderly, and the more she worked the sore muscles the more relaxed Marsha became. Lois was right, it was soothing.
"Mmmmmm," Marsha lightly moaned, "that feels good, real good."
Lois spoke as she massaged. "You probably won't believe this, but I've admired you from the first day I saw you. You keep yourself in such good condition. Isn't it amazing how good the body can look when it's properly cared for?"
Her hands slowly slipped off Marsha's shoulders and worked their way down her back. Marsha could tell by Lois' touch that she was putting a lot of tender, loving care into what she was doing. But she still wondered how long it was going to take to get down to the nitty gritty.
"You've just got to tell me how you stay in such good shape," Lois said.
"Well, I fuck a lot," she said flatly. Maybe they wanted to take all night, but she was tired and wanted the game to be done with. And that was the only way she knew how to do it; the direct approach.
Lois never stopped her methodical massage.
"Oh, I see," she said, without a hint of surprise in her voice. "I suppose you've had many a fine, young cock stuck in your little quim?"
"Oh, I've had my share," Marsha replied.
"Me too, but you know something, I've found over the years that there's nothing like making love with another woman. Men can be so rough, but a woman, well a woman really knows how to touch another woman in the way she should be touched. Have you ever made it with a woman before?"
Marsha got the cue. She turned quickly around and placed her hands on Lois' large hips. Looking her straight in the eye, she said, "No, but I've always had a desire to try it. Maybe you could show me."
Lois' face brightened as she reached out and grabbed Marsha around the waist. "I thought you'd never ask. By the way, three is always better than two, so I hope you don't mind if Kathy joins us."
She turned to her daughter. 'Turn on all the showers and point them towards the middle." Then, back to Marsha. "I guarantee that you'll never regret this. Oh, but you're beautiful."
One by one, the showers began shooting their spray into the center of the tiled room. Lois led Marsha to the middle of the spraying water and then pulled their bodies lovingly together. Anxiously, Lois's hands roamed up and down the length of Marsha's back, grasping at the glistening skin. Her lips were slightly parted and she closed her eyes as she pressed her mouth tightly to Marsha's.
Marsha felt strange all over as she opened her mouth to accept the darting tongue. It passed between her lips and swirled around inside her mouth, lightly flicking her own tongue. Then, she felt herself kissing Lois back, forcing out her own tongue and driving it into the woman's waiting mouth.
They pulled each other tighter together. Their titties mashed against each other and Marsha could feel the thick pubic bush that surrounded Lois' cunt smash against her own hairless quim. It was nice and it was different, and she was enjoying it.
Lois took the plush cheeks of Marsha's ass in her hands and squeezed. She kept on squeezing very slowly as she worked her way around the firm globes, forever getting closer to the crack. Meanwhile, Marsha was doing the same thing to Lois; only she had already broken into the crack and was lightly rubbing the tiny hole.
It didn't take Lois long to get her fingers into Marsha's crack and, as soon as she did, she spread the cheeks apart, exposing the wee hole to the water. She flicked a finger back and forth across it and then she began working it around the edge, pulling at the hole in all directions, as if she were trying to stretch it larger.
All of a sudden, she stuck in the tip of her finger and Marsha's ass jumped at the insertion. Lois was in up to the first joint, but she just let it sit there until her partner got used to it. As soon as she felt the muscles relax, she slid it all the way in.
It was the first time ever that Marsha had anything in her ass, and she liked the sensations it was giving her. Lois started pushing her finger in and out, and Marsha spread her legs wide to provide her more access.
Just as she did, she felt the touch of skin against her legs as someone slid between them. She had forgotten all about Kathy, but then she felt her tenderly kissing all along the soft area of her inner thigh. The kisses were soft and delicate, and each one brought Kathy's mouth closer and closer to Marsha's cunt. The next instant, Marsha felt the warmth of her mouth as it completely covered her cunt.
"Oh mother," she admiringly whispered. "There's not a bit of hair on it."
With that, her tongue shot out of her mouth and flashed right into the bare gash. It was dripping wet, and she licked at it with a loving passion. Slowly, her tongue glided back and forth from one end to the other, wildly flicking against the moist folds.
She spread apart the cunt lips with her fingers and hungrily stared at the long, exposed clit. Her face dove at the wide open gash, and she took the protruding stem between her teeth. She started chewing on it, biting roughly into the tangy meat. It felt just like a miniature prick in her mouth, and she thrived on the taste.
Kathy knelt on the floor between Marsha's legs, with her face totally immersed in the bare cunt. She was eating the ever loving daylights out of Marsha's cunt, while in the meantime Lois had dropped to her knees behind her.
"Marsha," she whispered quietly, "I want you to bend over and start eating out Kathy."
Marsha did exactly as she was told. She supported herself with her hands as she dipped her head between Kathy's spread gams. Even with all that water, Kathy's cunt still had a bad smell to it, something like fish, and Marsha had to force herself to touch it with her mouth.
As she bent over, her ass jutted out and rammed right into Lois' face, and she was ready for it. Her hands tore at the cheeks, spreading them as far as she could. The unreleased pressure that had been building within her had to be let out. With burning speed, her mouth flew at the little hole as she attacked the ass-hole with her tongue.
Immediately, Marsha felt a new sensation soar through her body as Lois' talented tongue slowly crept into the inner walls of her ass-hole. She felt the fingers that were holding apart the round cheeks, so that the tongue could get in as far as was humanly possible. Lois had done this often with Kathy, but it was different with Marsha; for some reason, she tasted better.
Plunging her tongue as far into her ass as it would go, she tenderly massaged the soft, tender walls that were the making of the fabric of Marsha's inner self. Marsha's warm flesh willingly gave way to the gentle, but determined, assault.
While Lois was busy with Marsha's ass-hole, Kathy was herself busy making a meal out of her cunt. She was getting carried away. Roughly, she bit into the meat of her clit. She locked it in her teeth, and then rapidly shook her head, at the same time pulling her head down.
Marsha had been reluctantly eating Kathy's cunt, but, when she did that, she forgot about what she was doing and cried out in pain. Automatically, her hands shot back to the painful zone and she lost her balance and fell face first on the floor.
As she grabbed her cunt and writhed on the floor, all hell broke loose. Lois' entire makeup had changed. She grabbed Marsha by the legs and flipped her over. Before she knew what was happening, Lois was sitting on her chest with her cunt stuck right in her face.
"Up to now, it's all been one way. Now it's my turn to get something out of this. You bitch, you really think you're hot shit, don't you? Well, we'll see who's hot around here. Eat me, you cunt, or I'll never let you up."
Wet hair and water streamed into Marsha's face as she looked into the hairy snatch, with its large flopping lips. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She turned her head to the side with disgust.
"Fuck you," she said.
Lois slapped her twice across the face, and Marsha shook from the blows. There was no choice left. As Lois held her own lips open, Marsha raised her head and brought her mouth to the exposed cunt. But she moved too slowly to suit Lois, who grabbed her hair and roughly jammed her face in.
Marsha's tongue was already out, and the force drove it deep into the far reaches of the rancid gash. Lois' cunt was wide and deep, and Marsha had no trouble penetrating it all the way. Around and around she swirled her tongue, lapping up all the juice that had already been spilled.
As she ate out Lois, she felt Kathy go back to work on her own cunt. She was again gnawing on her clit, only this time she was taking it easy. In spite of the way things were happening, she couldn't help getting excited from the young girl's administrations.
Her come began to rise from the bottom of her loins. A second later, she was spilling her glorious juice all over Kathy's mouth. She heard her slurping at the liquid as it poured out of her. Her tongue was working like crazy, lapping up every last drop. Then, she went back to the object of her attention, Marsha's clit.
Both of the beasts were in ecstasy, but they were making Marsha sicker by the minute. She had to think of a way to get out of there. She had an idea. It was a slim chance, but it was the only one she had. And if they ever caught up to her, there was no doubt that they would beat the living shit right out of her. She had to try.
Her clothes and purse were, she hoped, still in a pile where she had left them, near the door. If she could get to them and out the door before they realized what was happening then she felt that she could make it. Of course, it was freezing outside and she would have to run to her car naked and wet, but it was worth the price of getting sick, just to get out of there.
Kathy was squatting between her legs, so Marsha brought her foot up so that she was seemingly caressing Kathy's cunt with her toes. At the same time, she started to draw Lois' clit into her mouth. She sucked on it, trying to stretch it to the ultimate.
Then she nibbled on it, carefully making sure that all she did was titillate. She looked up. Lois was lost in the excitement of the moment. Her head swayed back and forth in uncontrolled passion. She was oblivious to everything.
The time was right. With Lois' clit nestled lightly on her bottom row of teeth, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. At the same time, she pulled her foot away from Kathy's cunt and bent her leg so that she would get good spring action when it was necessary.
"Well, it's now or never," she thought to herself.
She crunched her teeth together as hard as she could. The elongated sliver of meat nearly broke in half as Marsha ground her teeth. Then she jerked her head and almost ripped the clit from Lois' body.
Lois screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped into the air in agony. She dropped to the floor and twisted and turned in agonizing pain, as she clutched at her crotch. Kathy's head popped up when she heard the scream, and that was when Marsha let fly with her foot. Using all the power she had, she drove her toes deep into the girl's twat. She grabbed her own crotch, and the two of them rolled around on the floor, moaning and groaning.
There was no time for Marsha to sit around and gloat over what she had done. She had to get out of there as quick as she could, and she knew it.
She leaped up and raced to where she had left her clothing. But when she reached the spot, all she found was her purse. She started opening lockers, but then she heard the sound of naked footsteps stumbling around in the shower and she knew that they would be upon her at any moment. She saw a towel, grabbed it and raced out the door and into the darkened halls.
She ran as fast as she could for the door and she was about half way there when, all of a sudden, the halls were bathed in light. She was startled, and she turned around to see Lois and Kathy chasing her. She kept running. She reached the door and grasped the knob, but it wouldn't turn. It was locked and she was trapped. Her heart sank.
She looked back; they were gaining and she had no place to go. Then she caught sight of the potted plant in front of the plate glass window. There were no second thoughts as she picked it up and hurled it through the window. The glass shattered and flew all over the place, but by the time it had settled Marsha was in the safety of her car and on her way home.
She had no cigarettes, so she clit a clipper that she found in the ash tray. She was freezing, but the heat was beginning to come up. She dried herself off with the damp towel as she drove.
The radio said that it was only eleven, and she didn't know how she was going to get back into her apartment without her clothes. First, she thought that she might drive around for a while, but she knew that if she was ever stopped by a cop she would never be able to explain the situation. Then she remembered that she had a blanket in the trunk.
At that time of year, the beach was deserted, so she drove there. She left the car running as she retrieved the musty blanket from the trunk, and then she headed home.
CHAPTER SIX
It took Marsha that entire weekend to recover from Friday night's ordeal. By the time Monday morning came around, she felt one hundred percent her old self.
As she walked into the office, she was a little apprehensive over a possible confrontation with Lois Hollister. But she felt better when she found the room crowded and Lois not among the teachers present.
The big topic of conversation was all about the young hoodlums who broke the window. Marsha silently chuckled to herself as she listened to the conversations about the incident. They'd never know that it was she who shattered all that glass.
That day went smoothly, and so did the rest of the week for that matter. Fooling around was now out of the question. Exams were the following week, and she had to get everybody ready. It was funny how the time flew by and, before she knew it, it was the day of the mid-terms.
The day of the exam, she was in a good mood, so she decided to give the boys in her classes a little treat. She wore a loose, short skirt, and then neglected to put on any panties. Her cunt was still shaved, and she wondered how many of them would recognize a naked quim.
As the students entered the room to take the test, she discreetly positioned all the boys in the front three rows. She passed out the exams, and then settled back at her desk as the test began. They were all silent, as they poured over the questions, and only occasional groans of displeasure filtered into the air.
There were fourteen boys in her first class, and she had screwed six of them. She had placed them in the first row. They continually peered up at her, and she smiled back at them. She was getting ready to put on her show.
She walked around to the front of her desk and hopped on top of it. Her skirt was pulled up underneath her, and her legs were spread apart as they dangled over the edge. She inched closer to the edge, so that all the boys would be sure to get a good picture.
Brian noticed what was going on first, and his eyes popped wide with excitement when he first caught a glimpse of Marsha's delicious slit. She was sitting directly in front of him, and he flushed with youthful embarrassment as he stared under her dress. He had a pretty good view of her cunt, but he wanted to see more.
Making sure that she wasn't watching him, he accidently on purpose dropped his pen on the floor. He reached down to pick it up and tilted his head. His bulging eyes were pointed right at her cunt.
She heard the pen fall, so she shifted in her seat, so that her skirt pulled back more and revealed more of her cunt. She could hear him breathing heavily. The next thing she knew, pens were dropping all over the place. Then she decided to really give them a thrill.
She went around behind her desk and sat down. Then she took a pencil and stuffed it in her cunt. It was in her about half way, and the point stuck out a full three inches. Then she returned to her seat on the desk.
Oohs and aahs filtered throughout the room. Most of the girls weren't aware of what was going on, but the boys were agog with frenzy. It was almost impossible for them to keep their minds on the exam.
One by one, the students brought their tests to Marsha and left the room. All of the boys were straining their minds to meet the deadline, and all but four of them finished.
"I'm sorry fellows," she said, "but you'll have to turn in your papers. The exam is over."
Reluctantly, they handed them in. As they left the room, she informed them that they could get the results that afternoon after school, if they were interested. They promised to come back, and then left.
Marsha felt bad when she had finished correcting the papers. The four boys had failed, and she felt that it was all her fault. She had been looking for fun, but she never wanted that to happen. She would have to make it up to them.
They arrived at the end of the day, and waited for her in her classroom. She entered five minutes later with their papers. She handed them out and then sat down. None of them seemed too surprised at the results.
"I'm sorry this had to happen," she told them, "but I think there's a way that we can work this out. That is, if you're willing."
"Yeah!"
"Sure. What do we have to do?"
"Well, it's obvious that you could all do with some extra tutoring. I want you all to stop by my apartment tonight and we'll hash this out. Come by about seven, I'll be expecting you. That's all, see you later."
Things were working out better than she had ever dreamed. She was going to teach them something that they would never forget. She rushed home and prepared for their arrival.
There was plenty of time, so she decided to take a long, hot bath. She ran the water very hot; she liked it that way. As the water pounded into the tub, she tossed in some bath oils and a handful of bubble bath. Immediately, a dense cloud of bubbles rose to the top of the tub.
She quickly stripped out of her clothes and then pinned her hair to the top of her head. Then she stepped into the tub and settled back. The hot, steaming water and bubbles closed around her skin.
She washed and just lay there for a long while, enjoying the relaxing warmth. When the water started to chill, she climbed out. She grabbed a towel and began patting herself dry. As she did this, she looked at herself in the full length minor on the door.
Marsha liked what she saw. She put her hands under her breasts and pushed them up. They jutted out, and they looked like she was serving them on a platter. She caressed them with her hands, rubbing her palms gently across the standing nipples. They tingled to her touch.
Slowly, her hands slithered down the length of her body. The bath oil had made her skin soft and tender. She squeezed at the slimness of her waist, and then massaged the tenderness of her hips.
She brushed the naked mound of her cunt and felt the stubbly growth of renewed hair. She rubbed it; it was rough. She sat down on a stool and grabbed her razor and some shaving cream. She covered her snatch with the white foam, and then proceeded to remove every trace of the unwanted hair from her cunt.
When she was finished, she went into the bedroom and selected an appropriate bottle of perfume. She passed the open bottle under her nose. The aroma was simply enticing. Placing a few drops on her fingertips, she dabbed it in every place that would be alluring.
She touched it under each breast. She placed it behind her ears and streaked it along her neck. She dabbed it on the lips of her cunt, and then she trickled a couple of drops down the crack of her ass.
She looked at the clock; it was ten to seven. She selected a loose, halter-top dress and slipped it on over her naked skin. She went into the living room and put some records on the stereo. Then, she sat down on the sofa and waited for the boys to arrive.
She was listening to the music, when the bell rang. "Come in," she said. "The door's open." They came inside, and she offered them a seat. "I'm glad that you all could make it. Can I get you something to drink?"
They declined the offer, and sat down to await her instructions. They didn't have to wait long. They looked confused when she went over and locked the door. Then she walked over and sat beside Ben Hendricks.
As she placed her arm around his shoulder, she said, "I've got a proposition for you boys, and if you play along, I think I'll be able to give you a passing grade. It won't even be work, it'll be fun."
They looked at each other, wondering exactly what she meant. "What do you want us to do?" Ben Hendricks finally asked her.
She stood up and, as she faced them, she untied her halter. The dress dropped to the floor to the sounds of their gasps of startled surprise. They jumped from their seats as she stood naked before them.
"I want the four of you to fuck me," she explained with a smile. "I know you all want to, so get out of those silly clothes and let's get started."
She never saw teenagers move as fast as they did when they peeled out of their clothes. She thrilled at the sight of their nude, young bodies. Ben looked to be the strongest, he had the biggest cock. But the rest of them still had the right stuff to make the evening interesting.
The four cocks were bouncing all over the place as they scampered over to where Marsha was standing. She spread her arms, and welcomed them to her. They closed in around her, and pressed their bodies against hers.
They were giving her good vibrations, and she thrilled at the touch of the four stiff tools that jabbed into her. She remained perfectly still as they groped and pawed at her flesh. Eight hands were on her at the same time, and they were all attentively caressing her titties.
She reached down and grabbed at their cocks. One by one, she squeezed them with her fingers. They were all so warm, and she could hardly wait to get them in her cunt.
"Okay boys," she whispered, "let's get fucking."
She lay down on the floor and spread her legs. She placed her fingers on the fleshy lips and opened them up, revealing the delicate pink insides. She motioned to Ben, and he eagerly climbed aboard.
Marsha took his cock in her hand and slowly guided it to its intended destination, the gaping slit between her fully-fleshed thighs. She rested it against the luscious portal for but a brief second and then gently, but expertly, she placed the bulging head inside the warm folds of her pulsating pussy.
Once his cock was securely in, Ben went at it with the passion of a hundred hungry bulls. He plunged his powerful masculinity deep into the soul of her cunt, and she shuddered with the force of his thrusts. He was young and inexperienced, but his prick was long and thick, and he was strong.
Marsha writhed on the floor under the strain of his masterful thrusts. The wild fever raced rapidly through her loins, filling her entire body with an uncontrolled animal lust that had to be satisfied.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he soared into her. He pumped her like crazy, driving his solid bone all the way in to the hilt with each thrust.
Marsha began to moan, and her moanings grew louder and louder with every lunge of his sword. Her hips rose to meet his powerful thrusts, and she slapped herself against his strong, youthful body as hard as she could.
Each magnificent drive of his cock caused her body to melt more readily under him.
While Ben was busy fucking Marsha, the other boys were sitting around them, watching the show. As if by instinct, their hands were holding their pricks as their wide eyes viewed the scene. They were flogging their meat, sliding the skin back and forth along their shafts.
Ben rammed his prick in and out of Marsha's cunt with all of his might. She was surprised at how well he was giving her the pork. He pulled it out to the tip, and then crammed it all the way back in, sending tremendous ripples of pleasure traveling through her cunt.
She had a well used cunt, but his cock was so thick that it was-stretching her in a hundred different directions all at once. Her moist, juicy membranes palpated and swelled in appreciation as Ben time and time again drove his meat to the root.
"Oh! Oh!" she screamed as his cock penetrated. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Come you bastard. Let me feel your hot juice soak my cunt."
Her body shook and trembled from the strain. Then, her cunt started twitching and pulsating, and a second later she was spilling her honeyed nectar all over his plunging rod.
The come poured out of her and saturated his cock, completely covering his cock.
She was already well lubricated from her natural juices, but her come made her even wetter. His prick crammed her twat with loud, slushing noises, rapidly sailing down her cuntal tube. Then his own come began rising from his groin.
He fucked faster and faster, heatedly, as the come rose up his shaft. Then he pulled his prick almost all the way out and slammed it back with every ounce of strength that he had. And, as his balls smashed against the top of her ass, he exploded.
The steaming white liquid squirted out of the small hole at the tip of his cock and drenched her insides. He slowly pulled out his cock as he shot his load. The come was filling her up and, as his cock slid out, it streamed out and ran onto the carpet.
Ben jumped off her and stood there for a moment, surveying his work. The other guys were still jerking their meat, and then they shot a load of semen all over her stomach.
Eddie was next. He jumped on top of her still shaking body, and slipped her his meat. He wasn't hung as well as Ben, but for what he lacked in size he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He fucked her soundly, and then it was Joe's turn.
They all took a turn on her, and then they all went around again. Marsha managed to handle them for a while, but then it all became too much for her. Her legs went limp and she just lay there loosely as they fucked her.
After the second time around, they took a breather and sat around on the floor. Marsha went into the kitchen and gulped some scotch straight from the bottle. She welcomed the respite; she needed the rest. The alcohol burned her throat and stomach, but it was just what she needed to bring her back to her senses.
"Okay, boys," she said as she entered the room. "That was just great, but now you're going to get a real treat. I'm going to take you all on at the same time."
She took Joe by the hand and told him to lie on the floor. Then, she knelt down and sucked his flaccid cock until it was again straight and tall. When it was thoroughly soaked with her saliva, she dropped it out of her mouth. Then, she squatted over his cock and slowly lowered herself while, at the same time, she spread open the cheeks of her ass. His pole touched her slot and light broke through. As soon as she felt the insertion, she unleashed her full weight and dropped on his prick. The long stem shot up her ass-hole and impaled itself to the hilt.
Then, with his cock firmly secured, she leaned back and instructed Ben to mount her from the front. He climbed on top of her and she guided his ready prick to the deep crevice between her legs. He propped it against the edge, and then he shoved it in.
She beckoned to Eddie for him to join them and then she told him to sit on her chest with his joint pointing at her mouth. Then, she put her hands behind her back and called Jerry. The final member completed the group, and she grasped his cock solidly with her hand.
As soon as she had the whole thing set up, she began putting her body into motion. Each portion moved as a separate unit, but, in the final analysis, they each combined to form one magnificently delicious love machine.-
The long, slender fingers that circled Jerry's prick, swiftly moved up and down on his throbbing pole. She had a solid grip and she was able to pull the skin up and over the head each time that she stroked it. Her fingers nimbly whipped along the shaft, while her other hand tenderly fondled his pounding balls.
She had lifted her head and, in one, tremendous gulp, she gobbled up Eddie's prick. With no apparent trouble, it easily glided between her lips and down her throat. His balls slapped against her chin and the hair tickled her as she took the entire length. Then, she started bobbing her head.
Her lips were pursed in a perfect circle as she sucked. She slid it back so that only the head remained and then she sucked it again, drawing it deeper and deeper into her oral cavity, savoring every inch of his throbbing meat.
Eddie was loving every minute of it, too, and the feel of her warm mouth around his cock was driving him wild. He started pushing it in and out, fucking her in the mouth. She gagged as he threw the full force of his cock between her lips, but then the desires in her body took her over. Reaching behind his ass, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him hard into her. Marsha was taking no chances, she had to have every last inch that he had to offer.
While her top half was delightfully occupied with Eddie and Jerry, the bottom half was by no means inactive. Her luscious lips were bucking turbulently, working on both pricks at the same time. Joe couldn't move, but Ben was working just as hard as Marsha.
Her hips thrust out and her cunt crashed savagely into Ben's thrusting meat, and her ass almost pulled right off Joe's cock. Then she slammed down on Joe's pole, almost crushing his balls under her ass. Ben's cock slipped out as she did that, but he quickly shoved it back.
He could feel Joe's prick rubbing against his own through the thin layer of tissue that separated them.
Marsha kept up the momentum, extending herself equally between the four boys. Her entire body shuddered and quaked and she was in the throes of a massive orgasm. Her juices flowed, and they poured out all over the place. As she came, her pace quickened, and then she came again.
Suddenly, she felt the four of them get harder than ever before, and she knew that they were all going to explode at the same time. Then, just the way she dreamed it was going to happen, it happened.
Eddie came first, emptying a full load down her throat. She swallowed every drop. Then Jerry came, and he shot his semen all over her face. She released Eddie's prick and licked every bit of Jerry's sperm that she could reach. All of their come tasted so very sweet.
Joe, Ben and Marsha all came at the same time, and it was only a second after the first two. Her two holes accepted every ounce of their essence, and then she passed out. She was totally spent, and her entire body went limp. One by one, the boys climbed off her and got dressed.
She lay still on the floor as the boys settled back and had a couple of drinks before they left. They shot the shit for awhile, but then Jerry remembered about their test results. They hashed around what they should do, and then they decided to leave her a little reminder. Joe penned the note while Jerry dictated
He said: Dear Miss Baxter. We just want you to know that we had a real great time and that we won't forget it. Just don't forget about the deal we made about our exams, because if you do, we're telling everybody about tonight. Signed: the boys.
"That oughta do it," Jerry said. "Now let's get the hell outta here. It's getting late." They put on their coats and walked out, leaving her unconscious on the floor.
Marsha came to a few hours later. She sat up and looked around the room. It was a shambles. Glasses and two empty bottles were strewn on the tables and floors. And there was a big cigarette burn in the carpet. It looked as though she had thrown a huge party, not entertained four teenagers. The sight was a jolt to her system.
Then she noticed a piece of paper tacked to the door. She ripped it off and read it. Her temper instantly soared as she pursued the message. She crumpled it in her fist and tossed it on the floor. She was more pissed off at that note, than at anything else before in her life.
"Why those dirty, little cock-suckers," she muttered to herself, as she paced back and forth across the living room. "They've got some kind of fucking nerve to try and intimidate me like this." She picked up a cigarette, lit it and took a couple of long drags.
"Well, if they think that they can pull this kind of horse shit on me, they're in for one , big, fucking surprise."
She stormed into the bedroom and picked up the envelope that contained the exam papers. She flipped through them until she had picked the four that she wanted. Then she went over to her night stand, opened the drawer and took out a red pen.
She went through the papers, and when she was finished a large, bright 'F' adorned each one. Satisfied, she returned the papers to their folder and went to bed.
"That'll fix their fucking asses," she said as she turned off the light.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The class was silent. They had already passed their report cards to the front and Marsha was in the process of issuing their history grades.
She glanced up at her last four conquests. They were gloating, all smiles from ear to ear. They were certain that she was going to pass them but they were in for a rude awakening.
When she was finished and handed back the cards and looked again at their faces for their reaction. The smiles had vanished and were replaced by frowns and angry glares. SHe smiled and nodded her head in their direction. She had called their bluff.
But, they weren't bluffing and, true to their message, they spread the word on Marsha Baxter.
The gossip traveled like a brush fire and before an hour had passed half of the school knew about Marsha Baxter's cravings. And, by the end of the day, everybody knew about it. It was a juicy piece of news and it was impossible to keep it quiet.
Clint Harris first heard it right after one of his classes, when he overheard some of the boys talking in the locker room. He broke into their conversation and demanded to know the whole story. They told him everything. He was beside himself with anger, but he managed to control his temper. He would discuss the matter with Marsha first.
He saw her walking to her car after school, and he called after her. "Marsha! Hold up a minute!"
He was panting by the time he caught up with her and he stopped for a minute to catch his breath. She greeted him warmly and then waited for his breathing to return to normal. She sensed something was the matter.
"What's wrong, Clint?" she asked.
"Meet me at the Triple Crown. I've got to talk to you about something important."
She immediately noted the urgency in his voice. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she said and then they parted.
The were halfway through their first drink before Clint worked up the nerve to ask her the question. He hemmed and hawed, trying to find the right words, but then he just blurted it out.
"What's this shit I've been hearing about you fucking for four of the students?" he demanded.
"What are you talking about?" she said. She was genuinely surprised that he knew, but then she remembered the threat. Her heart sank.
"Rumor has it that you've been fucking for some of the boys and I demand to know whether or not it's true. Well, is it or isn't it?"
She knew that she was trapped and she didn't like the feeling. She downed her drink and said, "I don't think that it's any of your business."
"So it is true," he said, disgusted. "Why the hell did you do it? Wasn't I good enough for you?"
She ordered another drink and had half of it, before she answered him. At this stage of the game, there was no point in her lying, so she decided to tell him the whole truth. She didn't want to hurt him, but there was no other way; it had to be done.
She told him everything, from the first day of school, right up to the present. He said nothing as she spoke; he didn't have to. She could tell by his face what he was thinking. His lips were curved down in a deep frown, and his eyes were emitting a hateful glare.
"You want to know something?" he said when she had finished. "You're one of the biggest sluts that I ever, ever had the pleasure of doing business with. I feel as if I owe you some money."
His words bit into her to the core. "Look, you big, stupid nigger!" she shouted as she stood up. "I'll fuck for whoever I want, whenever I want. And if you don't like it, that's tough shit! You're not that hot in the rack anyway, so why don't you take all your phony morals and shove them right up your smelly, black ass." She threw her drink in his face and stormed out of the bar.
Clint sat there, stunned. His face was dripping with scotch. He sat there silent, knowing that if he chased after her then, he might just kill her. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his liquored face. He took a ten from his wallet and paid he tab, and then he left, ignoring the stares that followed him.
Silently, he vowed to get even.
Three weeks later, Clint was leaving the school late, when he noticed the light on in Marsha's office. He remembered their last meeting and the vow he had made. He knew that there was no one else at the school, so he decided to even the score.
He crept back inside and silently made his way through the halls, until he was right outside her door. He peeked around the door and saw her busy at her desk. He stepped in the room and closed the door.
Marsha turned with a start at the sound of the closing door. She was surprised to lint standing there. There was a strange look on his face, something she had never seen before.
"What do you want?" she asked, standing up. He didn't answer her. Instead, he moved closer and closer. "What do you want?" she demanded, now really frightened.
"You're gonna get yours, bitch," he said hatefully.
Before she had a chance to react, he was upon her like a flash. She punched and kicked in an effort to break his hold, but he was too strong. She started to scream, but Clint pulled her back and slapped her across the face. The shout was cut short, and the force of his blow drove her to the floor. She whimpered like a wounded animal.
"What are you going to do to me?" she sobbed as he menaced over her.
'There ain't no white cunt like you, ever going to call me nigger and get away with it."
She saw him raise his hand again an he brought it crashing into her face. Her head jerked to one side and as it did he brought his hand up and slammed her on the other side of the face.
Her face was as red as a beet and the pain flashed right to her brain. Just before he could hit her again, she snapped her leg and her clog shoe caught him right in the shin. As he doubled over clutching his aching leg, she scrambled away. She was just about to the door when she turned and looked back. All she saw was a big, black blur as Clint flew through the air and crashed on top of her. She flattened out beneath him as he landed and knocked the wind out of her.
When her eyes next opened, she saw that he had brought her to the gym. She was lying on the floor, with her hands and feet tied securely behind her back. She looked around for Clint, but he was nowhere in sight. Then, she heard a noise behind her and turned to find Clint wheeling in a piece of the gymnastics equipment.
"What are you going to do to me?" she screamed again. He ignored her.
She watched as he started setting up the high bar, and wondered what he was going to do to her. When everything was locked in place, he wheeled the other apparatus to one side of it. Marsha recognized that it was the long horse and her fright turned into pure terror.
He finished what he was doing and returned to where he had left Marsha. He was smiling. Then, he grabbed her by her long, blonde hair and dragged her across the floor. She cried out in agony as he tugged at her hair. She thought that he was pulling it out by the roots.
He dropped her in front of the high bar, and then tied a rope to each of her wrists and ankles. The ropes that held her wrists, he threw over the high bar, and then he hoisted her up until her hands touched the bar. He fastened them so that they would not slip and then he took the other two pieces of hemp and pulled her legs over the horse. He tied them, too, and then he stepped back to survey his work.
Marsha was hung at a forty-five degree angle and there was absolutely no way in which she could move. Her arms and legs were stretched as far apart as he could get them and her body was taut with the strain of the ropes.
He circled her a couple of times before he approached her. She was still wearing her dress and he grabbed the top of it and pulled. The woolen fabric split in half as he pulled and with one powerful stroke he had the dress completely ripped off her body. He took it in his hands, and ripped it to shreds.
She wore only a bra and panties, and he tore them off her a second later. She hung there completely naked and her perspiring skin glistened in the dim light.
"You made a fool of me, and that's something that I can never forget," he told her. "You're just going to have to learn never to do that again, and I'm going to teach you."
"No, please, no," she begged, but Clint was paying no attention to her.
She saw his clenched fist rise high in the air and she frantically shook her head, pleading with him not to do it. His arm crashed down and he buried his fist in the pit of her stomach. The air gushed from her lungs and she almost threw up. He punched her again and again, each one harder than the one before. Then, when it looked like she wouldn't be able to stand it any more, he started slapping her in the face.
The cracks of his heavy hand connecting with her soft cheeks, resounded through the empty gym. Blood trickled out of her mouth and ran down her chin, and her face was beginning to get puffy from the slaps. He stopped, but only for a moment. He had other things in mind.
He climbed on top of the horse and stood up. Then, he jumped off, landing right in the middle of her waist. Her bonds cut deep into her skin as the extra weight was thrust upon her. She could barely stand the pain and her arms felt as though they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
He began flailing at her tits, striking them with his open hand and sending them bouncing back and forth on her chest. He marveled at the way they loped from side to side each time he hit them. It was one of the most exciting things he had ever seen.
The large globes were beginning to get swollen and the tips of her nipples were standing out in stiff erection. He could see the flesh pulsating like crazy and he thought that they were going to burst open.
He stopped hitting her and turned around on her body. His hard shoes scraped her tender skin as he did. He hung his head between her legs and looked at her cunt. She hadn't shaved in a couple of days and the dark stubbles were very pronounced.
"My, my," he teased her. "We have been naughty, haven't we? I bet that you haven't shaved your cunt in a week. That's too bad."
He lifted his head and crashed his closed fist right into the center of her exposed gash. Her entire body jerked with the connection and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She twisted so violently in this new pain that she literally threw him off her. He landed with a loud thud on the floor.
He was laughing as he stood up and watched the tears stream from her eyes. She passed out. But that wouldn't do, so he got a bucket of water and threw it in her face. She coughed and gagged as the water splashed her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
Clint unbuttoned his shirt and then dropped his pants to the floor. His cock looked larger than ever before, and it was throbbing like crazy.
"Now that you've learned your lesson," he said. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
He brought his face next to hers as he spoke, and she spit right in his eyes. He pulled back, wiping the saliva from his face. He rushed in front of her and punched her again in the cunt. She cried out in pain, but he slapped her in the face, and that shut her up. She was reduced to near-silent sobbings.
Clint got between her legs and hopped up on top of her. He propped his own legs in the center of the horse, and then he positioned His hungry prick at the lips of her cunt. They felt soft and squishy as he slowly inserted his towering manhood.
He let the thick head sit quietly inside her and then, using the horse as a brace, he pushed his cock as hard as he could into her aching pussy. She gasped for breath as she buried his meat to the very root of its existence.
His balls hung loose in the air as again and again he plunged his tool to the hilt. Furiously, he rammed his cock down the shaft of her inner cunt, ripping and tearing at the tender walls as he plunged.
As his cock brutally humiliated her pussy, his hands were roughly on her tit. He squeezed them with all his might. Then he took one of them in both hands and applied the utmost pressure. The ruby nipple bulged at the top.
As he squeezed the tit, he pulled it up away from her chest at the same time. Then he took the rosebud in his mouth and ground his teeth together, pinching her jutting tip between them. He twisted and turned his head with the nipple in his mouth.
Marsha was screaming her head off as he continued to pump his potent weapon into her snatch and chewed violently on her nipple. She was in absolute pain from head to toe, and she didn't know how long she would be able to bear it.
Just then, the whole room went bright with lights. Clint and Marsha both looked in the direction of the door; her for her savior and him for his doom. The figure came closer, and Clint stopped dead in his tracks. Marsha closed her eyes and thanked heaven that she had been saved, but her hopes were dashed to the rocks when she heard the voice of the intruder.
"Don't worry, Mr. Harris, tonight's secret is safe with me. I've got a score to settle myself," said Lois Hollister as she came next to them.
"How long have you been here?" asked Clint nervously.
"Only about fifteen minutes," she replied, "but don't stop on account of me. I'll take my turn when you're finished with her." She sat down on the floor and watched as Clint went back to fucking Marsha.
Lois got more excited by the minute as she watched Clint maul and manipulate the fettered body of Marsha Baxter. She stripped off her clothes and started fingering her pussy. Rapidly, she shoved her finger in and out of her cunt, until she had it dripping wet.
Meanwhile, Gint's plunging tool was really doing a job on Marsha's cunt. With brute force, it tore into the thin, fragile cuntal walls and, even though she was beside herself with pain, she couldn't help but come under the force of his savage assault.
Gint began pumping faster and faster as his own come started to rise from his balls. It flowed up the thin, tiny vein in his prick and exploded into her when it reached the top. The hot sperm shot out of his cock and poured into her cunt. Her pussy was wide and deep, but it could only take just so much of his liquid. The excess ran out of her and dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle beneath them.
Lois was still fingerfucking herself when Qint unleashed his liquid storm. She could tell by his frenetic palpitations that he was shooting a heavy load and just the thought of it drove her into orgasm. She pumped a load and saturated her finger.
Qint climbed down and Lois took over where he left off. First, she walked around her victim and inspected her bonds, and then, finding them not suitable for her designs, she turned to Qint Harris.
"Mr. Harris," she said, "give me a hand untying her legs. I want her spread-eagled on the bars."
His anger had subsided. He had wielded his terrible vengeance on Marsha Baxter and he wanted to be done with it, but he also knew that now it was quite impossible. He had to do just as Lois instructed or else she would tell the world what she had seen him do. He couldn't let that happen.
Together, they untied Marsha's feet and then rebound them to the bottom of the high bar. Her head hung limply down. She was out like a light. Lois doused her with water until she started to stir. It was a weird sight. Marsha looked just like a perfectly framed picture, being admired by patrons of the arts.
"Okay, you little cunt, now it's my turn to teach you to behave. It took a long time for my clit to heal from that bite you gave it. In fact, it's still a little sore and believe me, you're gonna pay."
She finished speaking and immediately brought her foot crashing into Marsha's cunt. Her body shuddered with the impact of the blow and she winced with apparent agony, but she did not give Lois the satisfaction of crying out. Lois saw what she was trying to do, spoil her fun and she wasn't going to let that happen. She kicked her in the cunt again and again, until Marsha finally broke down and screamed. But even then she wouldn't stop, and she kept kicking her until Clint finally pushed her aside.
"Stop!" he shouted, "you're going to ruin her."
Lois wiped the sweat from her brow and calmed down. She picked up Clint's pants and pulled out the belt. Then she walked behind the poor girl and tested the strength of the leather before she used it. The leather was thick and it was studded throughout with rounded, metal braids. And the buckle was large and heavy.
The heavy leather and metal brads cut deep, red welts into the cheeks of Marsha's ass. Lois applied the belt expertly. It sailed maliciously, attacking Marsha's exposed backside and covering the beautiful, white skin with broad, red marks. Marsha bravely bore her trial in silence, and that caused Lois to beat her even more ferociously.
Marsha's ass was already aglow with welts, when Lois decided to utilize the other end of the belt. She shifted it in her hands, and began whacking her shackled victim with a renewed vitality.
The buckle was silver, of Spanish design with jagged edges. The spiked corners cut and ripped her tender flesh. Streams of blood poured out of her open wounds. Then Lois started swinging it upwards. It slapped against the underside of her ass and occasionally smacked against the edge of her pussy.
Marsha was getting the beating of her life, but for some unexplained reason she felt an odd, tingling sensation course through her body. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Her cunt was aflame, burning up with an exhilarating passion that could even destroy her violator's most degrading and humiliating tactics.
As' Lois laced into her with the belt, Marsha began to sob. Her chest heaved as the tears welled up behind her eyes and the low, soft moaning, like that of an injured child, gradually became louder. Soon, she was weeping uncontrollably, and torrent of tears streamed down the cheeks of her puffed face.
The heavy strap, lashing out and torturing her flesh, was making her hotter and hotter with each crack of the leather. She was no longer hanging motionless, but instead she was twisting and turning in enraptured pleasure in her bonds. Her sore cunt was quivering like crazy as orgasm after orgasm mounted within her and then expelled itself with the tepid liquid running down both her legs and dripping onto the floor.
Clint stared at her running come and was surprised at the thrills she was getting from the beating. His cock was as stiff as a board, so he decided to relieve it. He hoisted himself onto the high bar, so that his prick was dangling between Marsha's lips. She felt his hefty beef brush her face and immediately opened her mouth. He shoved it in to the hilt.
She sucked on his prick with revitalized enthusiasm. Back and forth her head bobbed on his throbbing meat. She couldn't get enough of it. Her excited tongue flicked against the driving shaft as she gobbled him up. And her concentration was so intense that she failed to notice that Lois had ceased flogging her and had left the room.
Minutes later, she was back, carrying two, foot-long dildos and a vibrator. Switching on the vibrator to its highest speed, she plunged it all the way into her own cunt, and then she sat down right under Marsha's parted legs. She looked up into the exposed gash and saw the way the pink membranes quivered. It looked so inviting that she stroked it with her tongue lapping at the tasty come.
Then she took one of the massive dildoes and swirled the head around, until it was thoroughly lubricated with the juice of Marsha's lovely slit. Drawing it out, she then placed it on the crack of Marsha's ass and shoved it in. Even with the lubrication, her ass-hole was still tight around it, and Lois pushed as hard as she could, until the tiny, backside orifice had taken nine of the twelve inches. Then, Lois took the other one and drove it deep into Marsha's cunt.
Even as she sucked on Clint's cock, she grunted as the two, hard, rubbery poles penetrated her body. Lois began working them into their respective holes, alternating them, one in and one out. Then she stuffed the one in Marsha's ass all the way in and worked the one in her cunt heatedly with both hands.
Marsha was getting it in every end, and her body was quivering loosely in her fettered position. Her ass still tingled from the beating, but the joys of the dildoes buried inside her made her forget the pain. She could feel the two of them meet as Lois manipulated them.
All of a sudden, Clint exploded into her mouth, his come shooting right down her throat. Then, just as he came, the vibrator in Lois' cunt did its duty, and she spilled herself. Marsha came last, but it was the biggest orgasm of the three of them, and it was the biggest one that she had ever experienced in her life.
Her come poured and poured and poured. What had once been small droplets, was now a flood of white liquid. It streamed out of her cunt and Lois lay on her back so that she could catch it in her mouth.
The three of them were spent. Clint dropped back to the floor and untied Marsha's feet and then he reached up and set free her hands. She came down with a thud, her body falling in a heap.
Lois pulled out the dildoes and looked at them. One was shiny from come and the other was dark from shit. She sat on Marsha's stomach and forced her to lick them both clean. And she only got off her after she had obeyed.
Her clothes were in shreds and impossible to wear. They found her coat and that was all she wore. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
As she drove home, she thought about the night with mixed emotions. She had been tied up for three hours. She hated them for the pain and the bruises, but she was thankful for the pleasure, too. Her body still tingled, so she went home and masturbated with a candle.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For the next few months, Marsha kept pretty much to herself; that is, as far as Clint Harris and Lois Hollister were concerned. It was sort of a mutual understanding. They stayed out of her way and she stayed out of theirs. But that was the only part of the second half of the year that was lacking and dull for. Her romping record with both students and faculty alike was growing quite large and impressive.
She had already gone through all but two of the school's athletes, and a large majority of the boys in her class. They had kept her pretty busy, but she still managed to take some side trips; screwing for a student here, a student there. Her faculty adventures were even better than her student adventures, percentage-wise. Out of the twenty-three male teachers at Bickmore High, she had somehow managed to shack up with eighteen of them.
The word had been out on her since that fateful day after the midterm exams, and everybody and his uncle was trying to get into her pants. Most of them had the good fortune to succeed.
But now, it was a new season. The end of school was drawing closer by the minute and almost all of the boys in her classes were getting worried about finals. They knew that if they didn't pass, that they wouldn't be able to graduate. And none of them wanted that to happen.
Each one of them had thrilled at fucking her, but buried deep in the back of their minds was the incident over the winter' They realized that none of them could afford a repeat, so they decided that desperate measures were definitely in order to guard against it.
For an entire week, small groups of students met in secret. Together, they hashed through all of the alternatives, making dead sure that nothing was left to chance. Finally, they decided on their course of action, and they selected a committee to bring their decision to Marsha Baxter. The time was going to be Friday morning, before school.
On Friday, Marsha arrived at school at her usual time, unaware of what was going on. She picked up her mail from the office and then went straight to her room. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see three of her students waiting for her. She closed the door behind her and sat down at her desk.
"Aren't you boys here a trifle early?" she asked.
One of them was Ben Hendricks, and he spoke first. "Well, Miss Baxter," he said, "there's something that we want to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Well, it's this way. Final exams are coming around and you know as well as we do that none of us are doing too well in history. And if we don't pass, we won't graduate."
"So, what is it exactly that you want from me?" She had a feeling that something was in the wind and she didn't like the feeling that she had.
"It's simple," he said. "We just want to know if you're going to pass us or not."
"That all depends on how you do on your tests. I can't make you any promises."
The three of them stood up and surrounded her at her desk. She sat rigid, nervous at their actions and wondering what they were going to do next. Ben got behind her and began running his fingers through her long, blonde hair. She turned and faced him.
"We figured that was what you were going to say," he said. like a flash, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he brought his face right next to hers. "Oh, I think you ll pass us all right," he sneered. "Because if you don't, I don't think that the School Board or the police are going to like to hear that you've been fooling around with minors. You know, corrupting their morals, forcing them to perform unnatural acts, things like that."
"You can't threaten me," she snarled. "I'm not going to buy any of that shit. Now let me go and get out of here before I scream." She glared at them.
The boys looked at each other, and then Ben released her. They were certain that they had her where they wanted her, so there was no sense in starting any trouble now. They turned to leave and Ben left her with one parting thought.
"Think it over, but just remember, it's our way or nothing. Oh, and if you'd like to talk about this further, we'll be out at the old ball field at the park at ten o'clock. See you later, Teach, and please don't be late."
She stared after them as they left the room, her eyes filled with anger. But, as soon as she calmed down and began to think clearly, she fully began to appreciate the situation that she was in. It was true that they could just be bluffing, but where the cops and the School Board were concerned, she just couldn't take that chance.
"Damn, but they were so smug," she mumbled to herself. She was really fucked this time.
Marsha smiled over her alternatives and finally, reluctantly, came to the conclusion that she had to do it their way. It wasn't how she wanted it, but there just didn't seem to be any other choice. She knew exactly what it was that they wanted from her that night and, like it or not, she would have to give it to them.
For the rest of the day, she couldn't get the scene from that morning out of her mind. No matter what she did, it remained deep in her thoughts, nagging at her insides. The day seemed to last longer than ever before, and she couldn't wait for it to end. Finally, the last bell rang, signaling the end of school. She was the first one out of the door. She raced to her car and sped home.
She took a quick shower and changed her clothes, and then ate a quick meal. There was still plenty of time to kill before she had to meet the three boys, so she decided to play some music and have a few drinks. She poured a large glass of scotch and sat on the sofa.
The hours passed slowly and, the more she drank, the more the potent alcohol boggled her mind. Through the false security given her by the booze, she convinced herself that everything was going to be all right. After all, it was only three boys, and she knew that she could handle that.
By the time that a quarter to ten arrived, Marsha was pretty drunk. As she stood up to leave, she swayed, her body barely able to stand erect and steady. She weaved to her car and headed for the park.
Once there, she parked her car at a rear entrance and went inside the old, broken, metal gate. The park was pitch black and what little light did emit from the moon, was completely blocked out by the large, looming trees. She squinted her eyes in an effort to distinguish some sort of lane or alley through the woods. She was able to make out a break in the trees to her left, and she walked over to it. It was that which she sought; a narrow foot path through the dense grove.
Down the slender path she traveled, tripping and stumbling all the way. She couldn't see two feet in front of her and she fell to the ground four times, tearing her blouse and jeans, before she finally reached the end of the path.
It opened out into a large, treeless area: the old baseball field. The moonlight, now unshrouded, made everything brighter and she saw that the grass was as high as her knees. She looked around to see if anyone was there, but it was apparently deserted. She was still half out of it from the booze so she closed one eye and squinted the other, in an attempt to see more clearly.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound come from the bushes behind her. She turned around and saw three figures emerge from the thicket and walk in her direction. They were still too far away for her to distinguish their features, but she guessed that it was he three boys who had confronted her that morning. As they drew nearer, her guess was confirmed.
"I'm glad that you decided to come," said Ben as he approached her. "It was a very wise decision on your part." There was a sneaky leer on his face, but it was too dar-for her to see it.
"Look, Sonny," she slurred as she staggered over to them, "we all know what we're here for, so let's get fucking and get this over with. Who's first?"
As she spoke, she plopped down on the soft cushion of grass and started to unbutton her blouse. In her twenty-eight years she had done and seen a lot, and she knew that she could handle these three, young jocks in no sweat at all.
"Now just hold on a minute," Ben ordered as he pulled her hand away from her blouse. "I hope that you didn't think you were gonna get away with just hosing for the three of us, because, if you did, then you're in for a big surprise."
Marsha looked up at him, confused. He turned and whistled towards the woods. A second later, she sat in now-sober shock as at least twenty-five kids poured out of the woods and circled around her. She nervously looked from one to the other. Most of them were boys, but there were about six girls with them. Now she knew exactly what they wanted: a gang-bang.
There was no sense in a struggle, since there were too many of them. And she probably wouldn't get away, besides. All she could do was submit, and hope that her body could take the physical punishment that they were planning to dish out.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"First, I want you to stand up and take off your clothes," Ben told her. "Well take it from there."
She did just as she was told, and a minute later her beautiful, naked body glimmered in the moonlight. Slowly, she turned in a complete circle, boldly displaying her exquisite attributes to the assembled crowd. When she completed her enticing sweep and returned to her original position, she closed her eyes and silently waited for them to make the first move.
They closed in around her. Two of the boys grabbed her arms, while another two firmly grasped her legs. Then, she felt fingers and teeth pinching and biting on her sumptuously vital parts. They picked and probed, until they each had a turn. Then the boys holding her roughly threw her to the ground. They spread her legs far apart and Ben was the first to mount her.
Without bothering with the tender ceremonies of lovemaking, he slammed his stiff cock right up her cunt.
Marsha jerked as Ben's stiff pole plunged into her. He ravaged her pussy, roughly driving his cock with brutal force. Her cunt was as dry as a bone, and his thrusting tool was ripping at the tender inner walls. She didn't even notice that her hands and feet were being tied to stakes in the ground; that is, until she tried to move and the rope cut into her skin.
Ben shot his load almost immediately, and then stood up and looked down at Marsha lying spread-eagled on the ground. A bunch of the guys got some pillows and blankets and stuffed them under her ass. Her cunt was sticking up at least a foot in the air, and she remained perfectly still, silently wondering who was going to fuck her next.
Marsha looked at the faces staring down at her. All the boys were naked, and their long cocks jutted out proudly from their bodies. The girls were wearing only their panties.
"Hey, Ben," one of the girls said, "did you ever see such nice-looking titties?"
She reached down and squeezed one of the erect, dark nipples as hard as she could. Marsha's body twitched with pain, but she didn't cry out. They wanted her to yell. It would feed their lustful egos, but she was determined not to give them that satisfaction.
Bingo Watson took a slug from a bottle of beer, letting whatever he couldn't swallow run down his chin. He was big and dirty and fat and the thought of his filthy cock fucking her almost made her vomit with disgust.
"Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys," he said, "but I'm gonna fuck her."
Marsha's eyes gaped in horror as she watched his huge, hulk of a body jump in air. He landed right on top of her and the an gushed from her lungs as their bodies came together. She blacked out. When she came to, she was staring right into his dirty, smiling face.
His fat fingers probed wildly at her widespread cunt. He roughly jabbed them in and out of her. Her natural juices had not yet begun to lubricate her cunt and her pussy ached as he shoved his fingers inside. The walls of her sore cunt strained and stretched as he rammed in three fingers.
"Whatsa matter, Miss Baxter, ain't I getting ya hot?" he demanded.
He rolled off her and grabbed a bottle of beer. Barbie Crandell came over to help. She spread apart the folds of Marsha's cunt and held them open while Bingo shoved in the open bottle. The beer poured into her hole, as he rammed it in as far down as it would go.
Her luscious snatch enveloped the neck and half of the shank as the beer emptied into her. He stuffed it in again and again, stretching her cuntal walls to the utmost. Then he pulled it out and everyone laughed as the lager overflowed and ran down the crack of her ass.
Bingo mounted her again and this time he stuffed his throbbing pole up her cunt all the way to the hilt. His heavy sac of balls bounced against her ass as he plowed into her. Marsha grunted as their crotches met.
Again and again he roughly slammed his cock into her gaping pussy. Marsha started getting aroused, forgetting all about the pain that raced through her body. Her pelvis jerked up to meet his powerful thrusts.
Then, she felt teeth biting on her already sore tits. She opened her eyes and saw Barbie and Judy McKensie each with a tit in their mouth. Their jaws were clamped down on Marsha's tender nipples, chewing savagely on the stiff rosebuds at the top. The girls squeezed the large, firm flesh as they chewed.
Bingo was on his knees and slamming his formidable staff with all his might into Marsha's quivering pussy. His fingernails dug deeply into her well-rounded hips as he pulled himself into her. By then, her cunt was sopping wet.
Barbie and Judy were still cannibalizing her titties, sucking and biting her nipples. Barbie was getting excited, so she grabbed an empty bottle and shoved it up her cunt. She held it firmly between her legs and bounced up and down on it and every time she came down the whole bottle almost disappeared.
Judy was getting turned on, too, and she ripped off her own juiced-up panties and yelled at the cheering group of kids. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" she screamed. "I need a cock in me, and her mouth is hanging wide open." She indicated Marsha.
A boy jumped out of the mob and was at Judy in a flash. He plunged a stiff pole into her cunt and started to fuck away. And, someone else ran over, squatted over Marsha's face and dropped a cock into her mouth.
Marsha came, just as Bingo unleashed his load. Their come mixed together and dripped from her cunt. Bingo got up, and his position was immediately filled. Marsha could feel the new prick glide inside. It was long and thin, much thinner than Bingo's and she closed her strong cuntal muscles around it.
The rest of the kids were working themselves into a frenzy as they watched the scene. All of the girls were now getting fucked, and the boys that weren't fucking somebody or getting a blow-job were busy jerking off. Beautiful, white come was soon flying all over the place, and most of it was landing on Marsha.
While all of the excited action was taking place, Ben silently slipped away, but soon returned. In one hand, he was carrying a camera, and the other one tightly held the leash whose opposite end contained a large German shepherd.
By the time that he returned, a different cock was busy filling Marsha's cunt. Ben was smiling. It was working out even better than he had thought it would. He lifted the camera to his eye and snapped a couple of pictures. Nobody saw the flash of the infra-red bulb.
All of a sudden, the guy in her cunt shot a full load of his hot semen down her pipe and into the depths of her cunt. His creamy, white come spurted out of his cock and thoroughly filled her pulsating pussy. He pulled out his cock and watched his juices flow out of her.
"Hey, Eddie," he yelled, "you fuck her now. I want her to clean my cock off."
Just as she started squirting her come, the kid crouched down in front of her face and shoved the head of his huge, eight-inch prick into her mouth. Come was still dripping from the hole and Marsha started sucking it out of him. Her mouth was acting like a vacuum, drawing out all of his liquid.
She licked the long shaft. Her moist tongue darted out and licked off the mixture of six different comes and the slight hint of beer. It tasted funny to her, but she lapped it up hungrily until his cock was dry. Then, one at a time, she sucked his balls into her oral cavity, sloshing them around in her mouth, soaking them with her saliva.
When she was finished, he shoved his again-ready prick back in her mouth. The force of his thrust drove it all the way down her throat and left his balls sitting on her chin. She started to gag and choke, but he ignored her. Again and again he shoved his mighty cock down her throat. Then, he came again, shooting his sperm right down her oral tube.
"Everybody get off her!" Ben yelled suddenly. "I've got a great idea."
He untied her hands and lifted her up. She knew better than to think that he was releasing her. Then he tied them to the stakes that held her feet. The way he had her, she could neither stand up, nor sit down. She just sort of hovered in the air, with her ass sticking out.
Marsha gulped as Ben led the large dog over to her. Tears began running down the side of her face. She never dreamed that teenagers could be so cruel and obscene. She sure as hell didn't want them to tell the School Board of her activities, but now she was beginning to doubt that it was all worth it.
"Miss Baxter, I'd like you to meet Duke," Ben said with a smile. "He's heard a lot about you, and he wants to fuck you, too. Duke, give Miss Baxter a great, big kiss."
Marsha cringed as the dog's long tongue darted out from his mouth and stroked the length of her face. His breath smelled and so did the slimy film that covered her face. He panted eagerly.
Barbie had Marsha's panties in her hand and she put them in the dog's nose. He sniffed them a couple of times, whiffed in the air, and then went right for her cunt.
Marsha tried to squirm away, but she was tied too tightly. Duke's long, dripping tongue lashed out at her unprotected gash. He was so strong that his tongue almost lifted her right up in the air.
With a hand from one of the guys, Ben lifted the dog, carried him back to Marsha's face and dropped his legs over her shoulders. His immense, throbbing prick plopped right into her mouth. The dog started pumping it in and out of her. He was losing all control of himself as he skewered her with his prick.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" they were all yelling.
Marsha had no choice. She drew the animal's rigid pole down into her throat. She sucked it hard, pulling it deeper and deeper into her mouth. His hairy cock slithered easily between her sucking lips. The dog's taste was different from anything that she had ever known, but she was beginning to enjoy it. Just then, they pulled the dog away.
They let him loose, and he mounted her in the way that he knew best. His heavy bone slid right between the moist lips of her cunt. His cock pounded into her with the force of ten men. Duke was going crazy in her pussy.
His front paws were wildly scraping the naked skin of her back. And his claws were digging into the exposed skin. Deep furrows of red scratches fielded across her back. And blood started to trickle from all over the place.
Then, she felt him tense up, and the next thing she knew he was pumping his sticky juice down the shaft of her cunt. She could feel it pour out of him and drench her inner membranes. By the simple force of his sperm entering her, she came, her own come saturating his cock and the excess running down the side of her legs. Then, her entire body went limp as she passed out.
The dog continued to fuck her, and it took five of the boys to finally pull him off. Then they got some beer and threw it in Marsha's face to revive her. She opened her eyes, and not feeling Duke in her cunt, made her sigh with relief. But her relief was short-lived, because as soon as the dog was secured to a nearby tree, the rest of the group started in on her.
She was beginning to feel like a porcupine, with all of the young cocks and pussies being stuck into her from every conceivable angle. They were stabbing her in each and every hole, never having one unoccupied. The whole while, Ben was snapping 35-millimeter pictures like crazy, taking at least fifty, before he finally ran out of film.
There were only six girls and she knew that, but she must have eaten them each five times before the night was over. Not to mention blowing and fucking the boys at least three times a week.
She was beginning to go out of her mind when, suddenly, everything stopped. No longer did she feel the taste of a cock or a pussy. She looked around and saw that everybody had left, except for Ben Hendricks. He was sitting in the grass in front of her, sipping on a beer.
Marsha was groggy, but she still managed to speak. "Are you gonna keep me here like this all night, or do you intend to let me go?"
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm gonna let you go, but first I want to explain a few things."
"Well, I'm not in any mood for any of your bullshit," she said angrily. "I've had enough for one night, and I want to get the fuck out of here. Now untie me, you bastard."
"All in due time, all in due time. Here, take a look at this." He showed her the camera. "Using infra-red flash, I've recorded the entire episode of tonight's excitement on film. And if we don't get the results that we went from our final, you can bet your sweet, little ass that these pictures are gonna flood the market. On the other hand, if you play along, you'll have nothing to worry about, and you'll get the negatives the same day that I get my report card."
He took another slug of his beer and waited for her to reply. She did nothing but glare at him in silence. "Untie me and give me a beer,-you prick," she said, solemnly.
Ben laughed as he cut loose the ropes that held her. She fell to the ground with a thud, but was quickly up and dressed. She rubbed her tender wrists and ankles, as Ben opened her a bottle of beer. She chugged it down and then tured and left without saying a word.
The sky was dimly lit and she knew that it was getting close to dawn. She made her way back through the woods and found her car. Getting in, she looked back once at the park, and then sped off for home.
CHAPTER NINE
As she drove down the highway, she turned on the car radio. The music blared. She was tired and hungry, so she decided to stop at a diner to get something to eat.
It was a dirty-looking place, but at that hour of the morning, it was better than nothing. She sat in a booth and ordered bacon and eggs and coffee, and then she sat back and relaxed with a cigarette. She took a makeup mirror from her purse and scanned herself.
The initial shock was devastating. Her hair was filthy and all matted together with a mixture of grass, dirt and beer. One look told her that a major overhaul was definitely in order. But that would have to await. Right now she was going to eat.
On her way home, she dreamed of her bath and her bed, and in that order. No, two things mattered to her more and she could hardly wait to get back to her apartment. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep, so she was glad that she wasn't too far from home.
She parked the car in the garage and then took the elevator up to her apartment. She walked down the hall and stopped in front of her door. She put the key in the lock, turned it and was surprised to find that it was open. Marsha didn't think too much about it, she just figured that she forgot to lock it when she left the night before.
Opening the door and walking inside, she was even more stunned to find that all of the lights were still on. She slowly closed the door behind her and looked around the room. Her eyes stopped when they focused upon a lazy circle of smoke that rose silently towards the ceiling. She grabbed a vase from a nearby table and stealthily crept over to the chair. She raised it high in the air in readiness, when
Barry Willis suddenly turned around and faced her.
"Shit!" she said as she dropped the vase to the floor. "Barry, what the hell are you doing here? Don't you know that it's six o'clock in the morning?"
"Yeah, I know what time it is," he said. "I've been waiting here for you all night. Where've you been, anyway?"
"Never mind about where I've been, just tell me what the hell you're. doing here. As a matter-of-fact, don't tell me, just get out of here. I want to go to sleep."
Barry stood up and grabbed her by the arms and squeezed. "Miss Baxter," he said, "I didn't sit here all night just so that you could tell me to go home. I want a little bit more than that. I want you."
"Look," she said, pulling away from him, "I've had enough of you and your kind for one day. Just leave me alone and get the fuck outta here. Can't you understand me, I'm not in the mood."
"Miss Baxter, I'm gonna say this once and only once, so you'd better listen. I know all about what happened to you last night. I was supposed to be there, too, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I mean, that is, what I'm trying to say is that I respected you too much and I just couldn't be a party to such a thing."
Marsha listened to him and, as he spoke, his whole attitude seemed to change. She looked deep into his eyes. He was almost in tears. She started to feel sorry for him. She figured that one more fuck wouldn't make a bit of difference at this stage of the game. That was what he came there for, and she knew that he wouldn't leave her alone until he got what he wanted.
"Okay, Barry," she said, smiling, as she patted him on the cheek. "Just let me get cleaned up first. Make yourself a cup of coffee, while I take a shower." She gave him a light peck on the cheek and then went into the bathroom.
Marsha stripped out of her soiled, wrinkled clothes. She threw them into the hamper, and then turned on the shower. Then, she looked in the mirror. It was still hard for her to believe how haggard she looked. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her back. That dog had really done some job on it. It was literally covered with scars from his claws and she only hoped that they would disappear.
She tested the water and, finding that it was just right, she stepped in. The warm spray felt good against her tired, aching body. She just stood there and let the fine, wet needles pelt her skin. When she was relaxed enough, she grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and started to wash.
Because of the loud crash of the water into the tub, Marsha couldn't hear the door to the bathroom open, but she did feel the cooling breeze that it caused. She pulled back the shower curtain just in time to see Barry closing the door. He walked towards the tub.
"I just thought that you might be able to use a hand," he said sheepishly. "I mean, maybe you might need someone to wash your back or something."
Marsha smiled at him. "That was very thoughtful of you, Barry. As a matter-of-fact, I could use a little help. Here, do my back." She extended the washcloth, and he took it.
He went to rub her back, but pulled back with a start when he saw the condition of her back. He blinked his eyes in astonishment at the sight of the deep, red marks in her skin. He recoiled at the sight.
"Oh, Miss Baxter," he gasped. "I didn't know that they did this to you. Does it hurt much?"
"Only when I laugh," she replied. "Are you going to wash my back or not?"
Barry went to work washing her back. With slow, circular motions, he worked the terry cloth rag around on her skin. He did the top, and then he let his hand drop so that he was now rubbing the cheeks of her ass. As he massaged her, he found that he was getting soaking wet. Using his free hand, he undid his pants and shirt and pulled them off. Then, he dropped his shorts and stepped into the shower with her.
Immediately, his hands went around her and cupped her succulent breasts. Her wet, glistening globes felt soft and tender in his grip, and he thrilled to their touch. He fondled them, caressing their firmness.
He had come a long way since their first meeting and Marsha had taught him quite a lot. They had had many an evening session during the course of the school year and Barry had been a willing and eager pupil. He learned quickly and well, and he did everything that she had taught him and he did it very well.
His fingertips gently closed around her boobs and his grip became surer as he squeezed. He pulled her slowly back to meet his body. His cock was already stiff in erection and it fit snugly in her backside crevice as their bodies met.
Marsha felt his cock press against her. It felt nice. But she didn't want it there, in the shower. She wanted to take him nice and easy. She placed her hands between them and pushed them apart.
"Not here, lover," she whispered. "In my bed, where we can be more comfortable and enjoy it more. Come, let's get out of this tub. I'll let you dry me off, and then I'll do you, okay?"
They stepped onto the tile floor together and while she turned off the water, Barry retrieved a towel. Clear beads of water covered her body and trickled down her smooth skin to form a puddle on the floor. Her lips were ever so slightly parted and a small trace of gleaming white teeth peered out from behind the dark pink cover of her lips.
"That's it, darling," she said as he patted her flesh with the towel. "Just take your time and make sure that every part is dry."
; Avidly, Barry patted her wet skin with the dry towel. Using short, light taps of his hand, he quickly covered every inch of her body. Then he twisted the towel around in his hands, until it had formed a taut, twisted shape. Placing it between her parted legs, he slowly pulled it through, removing every ounce of moisture from her cunt.
"Now let's go to bed," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him into the bedroom. She had forgotten to reciprocate the drying chore, but so had he, and it didn't matter anyway.
The water-filled vinyl beneath the sheets gave way in all directions as they reclined on the bed. The tidal motion forced them together and then pulled them apart. Together, then apart, together, then apart, until Marsha finally stopped it by grabbing Barry and crushing his body tightly to hers.
Their eager mouths met in a long, hungry kiss. Tongues darted in and out of mouths as they embraced and tantalized each other's body and soul.
Her hand reached down and grabbed his , cock. Gently, she squeezed it, and it started to grow into an even more powerful monster than it had been before. As the sturdy meat grew harder and harder, she stroked it, feeling the thickening flesh. In a matter of seconds, his massive tool was bulging from her hand.
She used both hands. They glided up and down along the thick shaft, stopping only to pinch and squeeze the huge head at the top.
Barry grabbed her titties and began massaging them with his strong fingers. He never ceased to marvel at how firm her tits really were. He caressed her large, dark nipples, pinching them with his fingertips. The tips were already hard and erect, but as he rolled them around between his fingers like a piece of modeling clay, they grew even more, until they jutted out nearly three-quarters of an inch.
She pulled her head away from his and began kissing and licking his entire body. She let her talented tongue do all the work. It lashed out at his hairy skin as her head moved slowly down his body to his thick, bulging cock. She licked around the base and then her excited tongue moved down to his balls.
With great care, she kissed them and moisturized them with her mouth. Then, she started to suck on them. As she tenderly squeezed one in her hand, she sucked the other one into her mouth. It was large, to match the size of his cock, and she savored the taste. She managed to get them both in her mouth, and then she moved her head back and forth, slowly stretching the sac to the fullest and letting it gently return to his crotch.
Then she went back to his prick. Her moist tongue raced up and down the pulsating shaft and deposited a silky, wet film all over it. Her long, deliberate strokes tickled his cock and made it jerk. She found the large, throbbing vein on the underside and flashed her tongue against it until she thought that it was going to burst. She puckered her lips and sucked on the thick, purple head, drawing it into her mouth and then letting it pop out.
Her hands held it tightly as she placed her mouth around the wide tip. Slowly, she started to suck his cock into her mouth. As the tremendous tool slid gracefully between her lips, her teeth nibbled casually along the moist pole. Her head went lower and lower and soon she had the entire cock all the way in her mouth and down her throat. His curly, kinky pubic hair tickled her nose as she sucked.
Marsha turned her body around so that she was on her knees with her cunt straddling Barry's head. He looked up and saw her wet, dripping pussy staring him right in the faceHe put his hands on her waist and slowly pulled her cunt down to his waiting mouth.
Using his fingers, he spread apart the cunt lips as wide as they could go. Then, he plunged his tongue roughly into her pulsating pussy. Her natural juice tasted just like honey, and his tongue savagely lapped at her gaping hole. As he licked, his tongue found her stiff clitoris sticking up from between her moist folds. He took it between his teeth and nibbled it like it was a piece of rare tender steak.
Marsha's head never stopped pumping up and down on his throbbing joint. She liked getting fucked in the mouth, almost as much as she liked getting fucked in the cunt. She let him slide his cock nearly all the way out and then she would quickly pull it in to the hilt.
Then, Barry's ass started shoving back and forth, and Marsha knew that he was going to shoot his wad any second. The way he was working on her, she had all she could do to keep from gagging on the plunging sword. She didn't want to waste any of his sweet semen, so when she got the chance, she grabbed a tight hold of his ready prick. He stopped shoving and let her do the work.
Her mouth glided along the three inches that still remained in her mouth. It took her only a couple of strokes to make him shoot his steaming load into her. A long, steady stream of creamy, white juice squirted into her mouth and down her throat. She drank it all, making sure not to miss a single drop of his hot come. When he finally stopped shooting, she sucked on the head again until she was absolutely certain that he was empty.
As Barry poured into her mouth, he felt her entire body jerk erratically. She came a second later, and saturated his face with her own warm juice. He pushed his face as far into her cunt as it would go and licked her hot juices from the wet, pink walls of her cunt.
When he had swallowed as much as he could get, he pushed her cunt away from his face. Holding the lips apart with one hand, he took four fingers and roughly shoved them deep into her still pumping cunt. Then, he used his fingers like a scoop and pulled out all of her milky liquid, and then licked his fingers dry.
Marsha rolled off him and lay panting on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. like petting a faithful dog, he tenderly patted her on the pussy. Her cunt hair was soft and silky and every so often he would let one of his fingers slip into her cunt.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, "that was good. But I hope that you still have enough left to satisfy my cunt. It's yearning for your cock."
"Listen," he said softly as he boasted, "if you liked that, I've got that something extra for your cunt."
Marsha opened her eyes and looked at him. "I just want you to fuck me," she moaned. "I want you to take that big, hard cock of yours and stick it right up my cunt. Just fuck the ever-loving daylights out of me, Harry, fuck me now!"
She was like a new and revitalized person. Gone was all of the pain and humiliation of the night before. Gone, too, was the fatigue from the many hours without sleep. All that mattered to her now was getting that young teenage cock planted in her cunt.
"Don't you worry about a thing, baby. I'm going to split you from one end to the other."
With that, he was on top of her like a cornered animal, he attacked, pawing at her limp and waiting body. Her excited flesh answered to his touch. Marsha moaned with joy and pleasure as Barry roughly manhandled her warm, tender flesh with his hands and mouth.
His mouth was all over her tits. His tongue was licking and his teeth were biting. He took one of her erect nipples between them and bit down as hard as he could. The pain was instant and she tried to pull away, but" he had too firm a grip on her.
With the nipple locked securely between his teeth, he lifted his head. The full, succulent tit rose slowly into the air. Then he shook his head from side to side and his eyes glowed as he watched her tit sway back and forth. He let it go and it flopped back to her chest with a thud.
While one hand furiously kneaded the skin on her tits, the other hand found its way back to her cunt. His fingers groped and clawed at her pussy as she spread her legs as wide as she could to accommodate his probing fingers. He roughly shoved them in and out of the delicious gash between her soft thighs.
He worked them quickly inside. He was being as rough as he could, and she loved every minute of it. Barry pinched her long clit and then again drove his fingers deep into her wide open cunt. He massaged the inner membranes of her pussy; feeling the softness and testing the strength and depth.
Marsha immediately came all over his hand, soaking it with her juice. He pulled his fingers out and placed them next to her mouth. He rubbed the sticky fingers against her hungry lips.
"Lick them," he said to her. "I want you to taste how good your come really is."
Marsha stuck out her tongue and started to lick them. When she had cleaned them dry, he stuck them back in her cunt and came out with another thick gob of her come. She liked that, too, and then sucked his fingers into her mouth. She seemed to wallow in the taste of her own pussy juice. It was as if she couldn't get enough of it.
Her body was gyrating wildly under his knowing touch. There was no way that he could keep her still, especially on the water bed. She grabbed his proud cock and started jerking him off. Frantically, she moved it around between her legs, desperately trying to get it into her pussy.
Barry swung around, so that he was fully on top of her. He eased himself down and she took his throbbing pole and placed it on the lips of her bouncing, jelly-like cunt. At first he gave it to her easy, slowly pushing it in until the massive head broke through. Then, with the force of an erupting volcano, he drove it all the way in until his balls slapped against her ass.
As he plowed into her, she gasped as the full length of his cock filled her slobbering cunt. She arched her back and stuck up her pelvis so that she could get all of him in.
Savagely, he pounded in and out of her. Pulling almost all the way out and then burying it again inside her tender folds. She thought that she was going to split right in half, but she loved it.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.
He pounded into her again and again. His hands worked on her tits, while his mouth was on hers. His tongue darted into her mouth, titillating her senses. His cock felt so long and thick, that she thought that it was going to come right out the other side.
She reached around his back and grabbed him around the ass. Her finger found his ass-hole, but it wouldn't go in. She took it and stuck it into her cunt, right next to his thrusting cock. Lubricating it fully, she brought it back to his ass-hole and slid it easily all the way in.
Barry felt the thin finger entering his ass-hole and the new sensations nearly drove him out of his mind. She wiggled it around in the small hole and then started fucking his ass-hole with it.
He felt himself ready to bust with pleasure. His pounding became wilder, and she met every thrust with a thrust. Their motion was constant and they moved as though they were one body. Each time their bodies met, his heavy balls slapped against her loins and the sound resounded through the room.
Barry could feel the sperm welling within his body and he went at her as hard as he could. His great prick glided easily in and out of her dripping cunt. Then, all of a sudden, the dam burst and his hot come spurted forth, filling her cunt until it overflowed and ran down her legs.
She came when he did and she screamed as her own juice gushed out and engulfed his cock. Barry dropped off her and rolled over on the bed. Marsha stuck her hand between her legs and scooped up their come with her hand and then ate it right off her palm.
While she lay there licking her fingers, Barry got up, walked into the bathroom and put on his clothes. When he returned, she was out of the bed and slipping into a nightie. He crept up behind her and kissed her on the back of the neck. She turned quickly around and kissed him lovingly on the lips.
"Barry," she whispered, "that was a wonderful way to begin and end a day. But, I'm afraid that the day is over for both of us. I'm sorry, but you're really going to have to leave now. If I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to keel over. I hope that you understand."
"Yeah, sure," he replied. "I understand."
Marsha walked him to the door, and then kissed him goodbye. There was a smile on her face as she locked the door and returned to her bedroom. She was exhausted, but she was more than satisfied. Coming home had become a real rewarding experience and she was grateful.
She pulled the soiled sheets off the bed and threw them on the floor. She looked at the clock. It was almost ten. The room was getting hot, so she went over and turned on the air conditioner. She sat down on the bed and lay back, enjoying the cooling breeze. She was sleeping in an instant.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the last day of school, and Marsha was sitting in the faculty lounge sipping a cup of coffee. She was taking her time. It was before classes and she was practically all alone. It had been a wild, hectic year and more than anyone else, she was glad that it was finished.
She took a drag from her cigarette, a long, lazy drag. A lot of things had happened during the course of the school year. Some of them were bad, but most of them were good. There had been excitement and thrills, also pain and humiliation, but she had managed to get through it with few regrets.
It bothered her about her split with Clint Harris. He had been a lot of fun, not to mention a great lay. It seemed doubtful that they could get together again. And she hated having to give passing grades to all those kids, but she had no other choice. Fortunately, Ben gave her the negatives last night and she burned them.
Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night in the park. Most of the scars on her back had already disappeared, but there were still a few that she knew were going to linger for a long while. It was really a short period of time, but, during it, she still sweated out the possibility that the kids would go back on their word. But they didn't, so everything worked out all right.
She was all set to go and refill her cup, when the bell rang. She looked at her watch, and was a little surprised to see that it was time to get down to business. She actually thought that whole idea of having school after exams, even if it was for only half a day, ridiculous.
She went to her room and sat down at her desk. The air conditioning wasn't working and, even with the windows open and a slight breeze, it was as hot as hell. She scanned the twenty faces sitting in front of her, and correctly summed up that they wanted to be there about as much as she did.
She stood up facing them, and said, "Class, on this final day of school, I have just one announcement to make." They groaned and she smiled. "Whoever wants to leave, may do so."
Never in her life had she ever seen twenty teenagers move as fast as her class. In a matter of only seconds, the room was empty and she was alone. They left spouting fervent good wishes and goodbyes.
Marsha was well aware that her actions were against school policy, but that was too bad as far as she was concerned. All they could do was fire her and she knew that that would be stupid and they wouldn't do that.
Not five minutes had passed since she had dismissed the class, when Mr. Gimple walked into the room. He stood stunned in the doorway when he saw that the classroom was empty. As he entered the room, he looked around, still not believing what his eyes told him.
"Marsha," he said in a shrill, excited voice, "what the hell is going on here? Where is everybody? Where are your students?"
"I sent them home," she said. "Why?"
The shocked expression on his face was priceless and Marsha had all she could do to keep from laughing. His face was turning red with both frustration and anger.
"Well, dammit, they're suppose to be here! Would you mind telling me just why you sent them home?"
"Look, Amos," she explained, "this was a real shitty idea bringing everybody back for just one day. You know it. I know it. They know it. There was just no point in making them stay, so I let them go. And I'm going to do the same thing in my next three classes."
He knew there was no point in arguing with her. No matter what he told her, she was going to do what she wanted, anyway. He turned and left, but before he walked out of the room, he made her promise that she wouldn't spread the word around to anyone else. She laughingly agreed.
By the time that the last bell rang, the school was already minus eighty or so students. Marsha cleaned up the last, remaining remnants on her desk and prepared to leave. As she locked her door for the last time that year, she turned to see Clint Harris strolling down the hall.
"Hi, Clint," she said with a smile.
"Hey, how're ya doing?" he said. He leaned against the lockers as they talked.
"Oh, fine. How about you?"
"Couldn't be better," he said. "You know, I've been meaning to talk to you. There's something that I've got to get off my chest."
They started walking together down the hall. It was the first time that they did that, or anything else, in almost six months. By the tone of his voice, she had a pretty good idea what he wanted to talk about. She wanted to tell him to forget about the whole thing, but decided that it would be best to play it by ear.
"Sure, Qint," she said. "What do you want to talk about?"
He stopped in his tracks and grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her to face him. He wasn't being rough with her, just firm and direct. She stood completely before him, looking into his eyes. She could see that he was nervous, but she didn't know what to do to make things easier for him.
"Marsha , " he said anxiously and softly, "we haven't spoken to each other for months. And we both knew the reason why. I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am for what happened that night."
"Clint," she cut in, "let's just forget about it."
"No, I can't. I've been thinking a long time about how I was going to tell you, and I still don't know if I've got the courage. But I'm going to try.
"The night you left me in the bar, I was beside myself. I mean, if I could have gotten my hands on you right then and there, I would have strangled you. I hated you for what you said, and for the things that you admitted doing. I guess I was more hurt than anything else and I wanted to get even for my damaged pride. Marsha, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I really am, and I just hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
Small droplets of tears began to well up in her eyes. She had forgiven him a long time ago, but pride had kept them apart. Time heals all wounds, and this one had been healed much quicker than Clint had ever realized. She threw her arms up and around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. His head descended in her hands, and their mouths met in the renewal of an almost forgotten thrill.
Her tongue darted right inside his mouth and tickled his gums and teeth. It swirled around within his oral cavity at will, exciting him to the near-forgotten pleasures of her administrations. He met her tongue with his own and they lingered happily together in the hall.
Marsha rubbed her hands across his face and slowly pulled away from him. She smiled happily. They had been too long apart, and there was a lot of making up to do.
"Clint," she whispered, "I don't think that this is the right place for this. Let's go back to my place and start over from where we left off. That is, unless you have something else that you'd rather do?"
He grabbed her and smashed their lips tightly together again. "Hon, that sounds just fine to me. Let's get the hell out of here."
Arm in arm, they walked out the door. Clint couldn't believe how easy it had been. If he had only known that that was the way it was going to be, he would have come forward a long time ago. He felt like a fool for waiting as long as he did, but he was happy that everything was cleared up.
The ride back to Marsha's apartment was fast and wild. It was a race to see who would be the first to get there. With total disregard for anything or anybody that might impede their flight, they coursed madly through the streets and lanes. And the normal ten minute ride took them only half of that time.
While Clint was busy looking around for a place to park his car, Marsha quickly rushed to her apartment and, once inside, quickly stripped out of her clothes. She ran to her dresser and selected her most alluring and seductive nightie. She slipped it on and then stood in front of the mirror as she admired herself.
What she saw was a beautiful sight indeed. The sheer, baby-doll nightie stopped enticingly at the top of her firm thighs, leaving the full length of her shapely legs completely uncovered. It had almost no back to speak of and the front was slit drastically down to her navel. A woman with less of a body than her could never have worn it. Her long, blonde hair hung loosely down, contrasting with the material and highlighting the pale, blue color.
Marsha looked great and she knew it, and she knew that Clint was going to love it, too.
Then she heard the door open and slam closed and, a second later, Clint raced into the bedroom. He halted abruptly, when he saw the vision of loveliness that greeted him. She was truly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He rushed to her and took her in his powerful arms, pressing her tightly against him.
He lifted her small, well-built frame off the floor and brought her mouth right next to his. They kissed, his eager tongue soaring between her lips and tasting her warm juices. It was ecstasy, it was heaven. And he savored her taste.
Marsha greeted Clint's probing tongue with parted lips, lovingly accepting the thrills and excitement that she had almost forgotten that his tongue could give her. She flicked at it with her own tongue, wanting to return the pleasure that he was giving her. Just to be in his arms again felt good to her. Real good.
Clint held her tightly, once again thrilling to the touch of her body. Even through his shirt, he could feel the hard erectness of her nipples digging into his chest. Her hands were expertly roaming all over his back, massaging his powerful muscles. And her small, delicate feet were playing games with his legs. His cock was already as stiff as a board, and he could hardly wait to plant it in her twat.
Marsha could feel the stiffness of his cock pressing against her. The bulge in his pants was growing larger by the second.
"Lover," she whispered softly in his ear. "Let's quit these kid games and get down to some serious fucking."
One thing that Clint didn't need and that was a second invitation. He dropped her to the floor and quickly pulled off his clothes. And while he was busy pulling off his pants, Marsha was getting herself settled in the soft plushiness of her water bed.
The water-filled rubber container gave way in all directions under the weight of her body.
Clint soon joined her and eased his strong, powerful body next to hers. He had to get used to the bed all over again, but it didn't take him long and they were soon locked in a passionate embrace.
"Don't take long," she said softly. "I want to feel that big, black cock of yours in my cunt."
"You'll get that soon enough, but first I want you to suck on it for a little while. My tongue is really hurting to eat your pussy again."
Marsha swung her body around on the bed and her head went across his crotch and descended deliciously over his heavy cock. Her lips locked about halfway down the shaft and she started moving her mouth up and down, very slowly. She held the bottom half steady with her hand as she worked on the rest with her mouth, sucking on it, drawing it deep between her jaws and down into her throat. Her full, red lips nibbled gently on the soft skin of his pole.
Her fingertips were on his balls, toying with them, making them throb with anxiety. She cupped them in her hand and squeezed them, carefully, making sure that all Clint felt was pleasure. All of a sudden, her mouth dropped and she consumed every bit of his massive unit. Her eager mouth slid up and down, taking the thick joint all the way down into her slender throat.
Marsha moaned with satisfied pleasure, and muffled groans rose up from between Clint's legs. They sounded like the stifled wail of a wounded animal. And the vibrations caused by her almost silent groans made Clint's cock tingle and jerk with excitement.
Again her head rose, and this time she went to work on the thick, throbbing nub. Her lips were puckered as she sucked on it like a vacuum. She started stroking the shaft with her warm, moist tongue. It slid gracefully down one side and up the other, stopping only at the large, blue vein to tickle it with short, flicking strokes.
Her talented mouth and tongue was driving him wild as they thrashed about on the bed.
