Sandra, Mrs. Douglas, lives in a quiet little town in southern Illinois. She writes "please call me Sandy," and goes on to tell how she gets into the big city of Chicago every few months to bathe herself in "sin and sensuality."
We wrote and asked her to expand on that a little bit. It could just be that we could all use a little "sin and sensuality."
You should be able to find some in The School Principal's Boy Lovers, Sandy's first novel for Surrey House, Inc.
Marsha Thrumble is the school principal and her sexual frustrations at home forced her to avail herself of the almost too-many willing students who seemed to be thrusting their burgeoning genitalia right into her face. Everywhere she went around the campus, she seemed to be staring right into the hard, throbbing business end of some virgin boy's constant erection.
Like the time she just happened to look through the vent into the boy's shower room while all that hunky little boy meat bobbed around and waved at her. How could she refuse the invitation? How could she stay out of the shower room with all that hot boy meat waiting for her to ride it right down until it wilted and shrunk ... for just a little while?
Marsha was no saint, far from it, but the acrobatics her boy lovers put her through were almost enough to exhaust her sexuality.
Almost.
The School Principal's Boy Lovers knew it would be but a moment before her mouth was full again ... mumbling all the best sensations possible.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for definite rereading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Marsha had her husband's huge pole of a cock worked up to rock hardness and it jerked and swayed before her eager eyes. He moaned as she moved a hand up and fondled, his big hairy balls and then slowly began kneading them. His prick jerked and throbbed to complete hardness.
With one hand still kneading away at his balls, Marsha reached up with the other hand and encircled his thick hot cock in her fingers and pressed gently, squeezing its soft fleshy tissues.
The musky smell of her husband's male genitals was like perfume to her twitching nostrils, and the velvet softness of his cock was hot and searing in her hand.
"Ahhhhhh! Unhhhhhh!"
Marsha knew better than to expect anything more from her husband than moans and groans and grunts. Never, in the enitre time they had been married, had he even so much as whispered her name while they engaged in one sexual act after another.
"Unhhhhhh! Uuunnnggg!"
Marsha leaned forward, moving her face down close to the big fleshy pole and as she ran her hand up and down, her tongue flicked out and lapped up the trickling fluid that oozed from the tip of his peter.
"Uuunnnhhh! Uuummmppphhh!"
She let her tongue run around the big bulbous head of his purplish organ and licked it like an ice cream cone as her hand pumped up and down, squeezing out a steady flow of crystal clear fluid.
Her husband jerked in sharp spasms of pleasure on the bed beneath her sucking mouth. As she sucked the man's sperm-filled sphere, Marsha's hands toyed and teased with the massive pole of flesh that swayed back and forth and jerked in spasms above her sucking mouth. Releasing the hair-covered sac from her mouth, she moved her lips over to his other golden sphere and took it into her hot eager mouth and rolled her tongue around it as she sucked.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Uuummmppphhh!"
Her husband twisted in an agony of excitement, flaying his arms from side to side on the snow-white sheets.
Marsha released the second ball from between her lips and once again began licking at his cock, starting at the base and moving up, lapping around the entire fleshy surface, savoring the delicious taste of his steaming organ of manhood.
Her tongue once more found the purplish tip of his massive organ, and she rolled it around, eagerly lapping up the clear liquid that was now oozing out in a steady stream. She touched it with her lips and kissed it lovingly, and moved her lips around the saliva-slick organ, kissing and lapping at it with her hot wet tongue.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
Her lips opened and she pressed her face forward over the bulbous tip of his peter and slowly it disappeared into the darkness of her eagerly awaiting mouth.
"Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
Marsha closed her lips tight around her husband's penis and rolled her tongue all around the sensitive tip of his organ, lapping at the sponge-like flesh. She began a deep slow sucking with her cheeks, and pressing forward she took still more of the big long pole into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, God! Uuummmppphhh! Oh, fuck!"
Marsha sucked vigorously at the throbbing organ and savored the taste of the oozing fluid that ran freely out the tip. She pressed forward, and another inch of the long thick pole disappeared between her soft red lips.
Marsha began pumping up and down with her mouth, sliding the loose skin that covered her husband's sex muscle back and forth. Her tongue licked at the big red pole and her cheeks created a vacuum that sucked deeply on the end of his prick. The suction drew out more of the liquid that oozed up the shaft from his balls. His moaning became louder and more animal-like.
"Uuummmfff! Eeeiiiggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
His hands moved down to grasp her head and he squirmed beneath her, arching up to push his throbbing tool still deeper into the depths of her throat.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummmnnn!"
Marsha rocked her face back and forth on her husband's stabbing shaft of manhood, slurping on the big tender prick, gobbling his tool.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg!"
Marsha knew her husband couldn't hold back his sperm much longer. She shivered with anticipation at the thought of his cum spurting out into her throat. Her husband's hard prick slid in and out of her hot wet mouth and he humped up again, stabbing his dick deep into her throat.
Marsha squeezed his balls and he shook and trembled with ecstasy.
"Gggggrrrraaaagggghhhh! Aaaaagggghhhh!
Uuunnnggghhh!"
Marsha felt the big fleshy fuck tool swell and pulse in her mouth and she felt the sperm from his hot aching balls burst up into his cock and rush up inside the big long shaft.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Her husband's body shook and quaked as his sperm shot upward. Marsha sucked on the big purplish head of his dick and felt it swell and open up as his boiling semen arrived. It shot up through his tool and erupted deep inside her mouth, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into her throat.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
She .gripped his balls harder and pumped her mouth up and down on his spurting organ. Her sucking mouth gripped his cock like a vise as his cum boiled up from his balls and he jabbed it into her mouth to the hilt again and again.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh!"
His semen continued to spurt out against the back of her throat, spraying the inside of her sensitive mouth and she slobbered eagerly on his slippery shaft, eagerly swallowing his gush of cum.
His chest heaved as the last of his sperm dribbled into her mouth. There had seemed to be gallons of it, and his balls ached as if to tell him there was no more to be had, yet still it came, in big gushing spurts.
Marsha moaned as his pole plunged again and again into the depths of her throat. She felt her husband squirm as she gobbled up the last of his spurting sperm and she slurped eagerly to get every last drop before the gushing stopped.
Her husband clenched her head between his hands and pushed it back and forth, making her mouth slide up and down on his hot saliva slippery dong.
Marsha moaned with her mouth full of the big man's dick, delirious as the big cock pumped the last of his sperm into her hot hungry mouth. The taste of his bitter-sweet semen filled her mouth and she greedily lapped at the sensitive tip of his cock to get the last of it. She could tell his balls were empty as she squeezed them in her hands.
Reaching up, she squeezed on his fleshy cock-muscle to milk out the last few drops, and then, satisfied he had no more sperm to give, she raised up, letting his fleshy pole flop from her mouth and onto his stomach. She sighed happily as she saw the saliva covered penis pulsate still hard and heard her husband's whimpering moans of exhaustion.
"I love sucking your dick, Jed," she said softly. "It tastes so good, so man-like. And when you cum and I feel your thick creamy sperm shooting out of your hard cock and into my mouth...."
"God, Marsha!" Jed's voice was suddenly firm and ominous. "Cut it out a little, will you? You're making me sick."
Just like that he had said it, after having let her perform the most intimate act possible by sucking him off to orgasm.
"Wh ... What did you say?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I let you suck my joint, Marsha, but please, now that it's over, can't you think of something else to talk about?"
"But, Jed, I'm not done. I didn't reach my orgasm. I still want to fuck you, Jed."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. All you ever want to do is fuck," Jed went on. "Ever since you became principal of that damned high school. And if you're not wanting to fuck, you're wanting to suck me off. I just can't keep up with you any more."
"Please, Jed. I have to fuck you. I'm too hot to put it off, Jed. Oh, God, please fuck me, Jed."
"I'm going to take a bath, Marsha, and I don't want to hear any more about it. I'll fuck you tomorrow."
He reached over naked, and turned on the water which began gushing out of the faucet and into the bathtub.
"But that's what you said yesterday," Marsha said. "And the day before. And the day before. I can't wait another day, Jed. I tell you I just can't wait one more day. I have to have some now."
Jed stepped up to the medicine cabinet and took out his electric razor as the water rose up in the tub. He flicked it on and began running it over his growth of beard as he replied', "And you're the principal of a high school, Marsha? You've got to learn to control your body. A woman in your position...."
"Stop! Stop it, Jed!" Marsha covered her ears with her hands and tears streamed down her cheeks. "I can't help it. I love to fuck. You know that, Jed. I've always been this way."
Jed laughed as he ran the razor over his cheeks.
"Why ... why won't you fuck me, Jed?"
"For God's sake, Marsha. Cut it out!"
"Please, Jed!" Marsha's cunt was oozing and throbbing with desire. She had to have sex. She just had to.
Her husband flicked off the razor and stashed it back into the medicine cabinet. "Not today, Marsha. And that's my final word." He grinned. "It's all over for today. Now please, leave me alone. Go get ready for work. Tomorrow, I promise."
Marsha's tears streamed down her cheeks and she moved up to her husband, reaching out to hold him in her arms, to convince him he was wrong to hold back his big long male cock. She had to have it. She had to have it right now.
Her husband glared at her and stepped back away from her.
"God, Marsha. Don't tell me you're going to start pawing at me again? Just stay away from me. I let you suck me off and there's no more left for this morning."
"No, Jed. Please, I just want...."
Jed stepped backward, a disgusted look on his face. "Just stay away." He stepped into the hot steaming water of the bathtub and lay back with a relaxed sigh. "Tomorrow," he said. "We'll do it tomorrow."
Marsha looked at the beautiful cock she wanted so badly as it bobbed up and down in the water. Her cunt ached with hunger for it and she knew she'd have to do something. She couldn't wait one more day. She just couldn't.
CHAPTER TWO
Marsha usually arrived at school late on Monday, but today she arrived early, her cunt still aching with a craving for hot prick. It was a quarter till nine instead of nine thirty when she pulled into the faculty parking lot and joined a stream of teachers and students moving up the sidewalks to the doors of Etwood High. She found herself walking behind two teen-age boys who were laughing and slapping each other on the back as they moved up the sidewalk. Marsha found her eyes drifting downward to their long lean legs, and then up where she stared at their tightly bound buttocks moving in their pants as they walked.
She forced her eyes back up and hummed softly to herself, the cool morning air and the sight of the clean young teen-age males beginning to lift her spirits.
Walking into the dimly lit corridors of the building, however, made her spirits dip back down, and her feeling of depression returned. She walked into the depths of the old building till she reached the small open section where her secretary was sitting, already busy typing away, her typewriter rattling away madly. Mrs. Clawson looked up from the machine and smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Marsha said, forcing a smile to her lips.
She approached the small office with the sign that read "PRINCIPAL" as Miss Friggle, the elderly geometry teacher, brushed past and gave a curt, "Morning."
Off down the corridor Mr. Henderson, the janitor, whistled softly as he carried a bucket and a sponge off to wash the cum streaked windows of the boy's washroom.
Marsha shook her head as she turned the key in the lock. She just couldn't get her mind off hot cock this morning. Her husband was right. It seemed like that was all she thought about any more.
Marsha entered the office and set her purse on the desk.
Maybe it was the presence of all these virile young teen-age boys, she thought to herself. All those hot young cocks bulging in the fronts of their skin-tight blue jeans.
She sighed deeply. What she needed was a breath of fresh air. She turned and walked back out of her office. "I have to go out and get some air," she said as her secretary looked up. "Keep your eyes on things, will you, Mrs. Clawson?"
The secretary nodded, smiling, then turning back to her typewriter.
Marsha hurried down the corridor and stepped back outside, enjoying the sensation of the morning sun hitting her face and the feeling of the cool air all around her body. Maybe that would cool down the intense lustful heat down between her legs, she thought. She moved away from the sidewalk, deciding to make one long turn around the entire school building, walking in the fresh green grass.
It was on the far side of the building that it happened. She was walking along, humming softly, when suddenly she heard a gushing, splashing sound and the excited chatter of boys. The noise was coming from a thick opaque window and Marsha knew that behind the glass was the boy's locker room used to dress and shower for the gym.
There was a low humming sound coming from beside the window. Looking down, Marsha saw that it was the exhaust fan from the shower room, used to pull out the hot steaming vapors of the hot water splashing onto the naked bodies inside.
Marsha looked around her. No one was in sight This side of the building looked out onto a big empty field, and beyond that, nothing but open farmland.
She knelt down and found she could see down inside, the blades of the exhaust fan spinning so fast that they made a transparent blur. The hot steam rushed out into her face, but it was an agreeable sensation. She peered inside.
It was beautiful. Seven boys were standing below the gushing showerheads, rubbing soap all over their bodies, laughing and horsing around.
Marsha could see every detail of their nakedness. A couple of the boys had half erections, and one of them, embarrassed, was trying to keep his cock out of sight by turning toward a corner. The other boys had spotted it, however, and sensing his bashfulness, couldn't resist teasing him.
"Hey, Timmy, what's going on down there?"
"Hey, you guys, Timmy's got a hard-on!"
"Turn around, Timmy! Show us what your dick looks like!"
"Come on, cut it out!" the boy said. "Billy and Chuck aren't exactly soft."
"Yeah," Chuck said. "But we're not trying to hide ours."
"Come on, Timmy. Show us!"
The hot water splattered down on Timmy's shoulders and back, running down his body and splashing to the floor. "Okay, goddamnit, look!" He spun around and let them see him with his stiffened organ standing out, getting harder, rising in jerks as it stiffened and grew.
"Christ, Timmy, you ought to do something about that thing," Chuck teased.
"Yeah, Timmy. Don't you have a girl?"
Chuck laughed. "Are you kidding? He's been trying to get into Linda Delmier's pants ever since he was a freshman, but she just isn't interested."
"Come on. Lay off!" Timmy protested.
"Look," Chuck teased. "His dick's getting harder just thinking about her."
"Yeah, he's so horny it's funny."
"I'll bet Linda Delmier would change her mind if she could see him now. Look at that thing. It's getting completely hard."
"How do you take care of a thing like that when you don't have a girl, Timmy?"
Chuck laughed. "He probably has to jack-off three times a day to keep his mind off Linda Delmier's hot pants."
"Jack-off a little bit for us, Timmy. Go on, we won't mind."
"Fuck you!" Timmy said, blushing.
The other six boys crowded around Timmy, staring down at his penis jerking to a fully erect state as the water splashed onto his body and washed away the soap from his skin. One of the boys reached out to touch it, but Timmy jerked back.
"Don't be bashful," the boy chided. "Just pretend I'm Linda Delmier."
"Yeah, Timmy, what's a little masturbation among friends?"
"Go to hell," Timmy said.
The hand moved dangerously close.
"Yeah, Timmy," another boy said, working behind him. "We'll jack you off, and you pretend it's Linda Delmier. Just pretend she's fucking you ... LIKE THIS!"
He pushed at the boy with his arms, but he couldn't pull it free, and at the same time, the boy behind him had worked his soapy finger into the opening of his asshole and was pushing it in little by little.
"Damn you guys!" Timmy jerked from one hand to the other, trying to pull his dick free from one boy's squeezing fingers only to jam his asshole further down onto the finger that had entered it jolting forward at the sensation, making his cock push back into the hand that gripped it.
"Hey, fellows, he likes it. He's fucking my hand."
"Come on, guys," Timmy pleaded, his voice asking in as nice a way as possible under the conditions. "Please stop it. Let me go, okay?"
"Ah, listen to him. Isn't he sweet?"
His red face twisted up in anger. "I'm going to give you just five seconds to let me go, and if you don't, I'm going to....!"
"Okay! Okay! Don't get mad!"
They released their holds on him. The boy in front uncurled his fingers from around his shaft, and the boy in back pulled out his finger from his asshole.
"Cripes, we were just kidding you a little. You don't have to get so damned mad."
Marsha stared down through the twirling exhaust fan, watching as only Timmy and Chuck were left alone in the showers. She could still see Timmy's prick rising hard between his legs. It hadn't softened one bit since the boys had removed their hands.
"Geez, Chuck," Timmy said. "I didn't mean to get them mad at me. But Christ...."
"Don't worry about it," Chuck said. "We were just horsing around, but I guess we did get carried away."
Marsha watched as Chuck turned off his shower and walked up to Timmy. "Old Bobby was squeezing your prick pretty hard. He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Marsha gasped as she watched Chuck's hand reach out and touch Timmy's prick as he screwed his face up in the comical expression of an examining doctor. He slipped his fingers around it and squeezed them down, slowly encircling the shaft in his hand, and slowly, pulled down, making the loose foreskin slide down off the throbbing bulbous tip.
He then removed his hand and knelt down to a squatting position and held his face within inches of it, studying the throbbing organ jerking before him with its swollen, uncovered purple head. The hot water ran down their bodies.
"My boy," Chuck said, imitating the crackly old voice of a doctor. "I think IVe found your problem. I don't quite know how to break this to you, but...." His voice trailed off.
Timmy couldn't help but laugh. "What is it?"
Chuck looked up and smiled. "Well," he said, "you see these two big round things down here?" He pointed up at them, the tip of his finger just barely touching their wrinkled skin. "Well, these are called balls," Chuck said.
"Or testicles?" Timmy asked, grinning.
"Or nuts or sacs or bags," Chuck finished. "And you see this big hard long thing?" His finger brushed up along the underside of Timmy's penis, making it jerk as though it had been given an electric shock. "That's called a cock," Chuck said. "Or a penis?"
"Or a penis. Or a dick, prong, peter, or prick." Chuck dropped his hand back down. "Now notice that it is very hard. Normally it's soft and hangs down like this." He pointed down between his own legs, but to their mutual amusement his own penis was now standing out from his body and stiffening rapidly. "Oh! Well, anyway, it's supposed to be soft. When it gets hard, we call it a hard-on."
Timmy was fighting to hold back his laughter. "Is....is that bad?" he asked, his eyes filling with tears he was laughing so hard.
"Well," Chuck said, sounding quite serious. "It isn't good." He hesitated a long moment, stroking his chin as if in deep thought while he studied Timmy's raging erection. "Normally," he said, "we call in a nurse to take care of something like this. But, unfortunately, there aren't any nurses available right now."
"Wh ... What should I do then?" Timmy asked, unable to control his giggling.
"Well, let me look at that thing again. I'm not sure, but...."
Marsha's eyes were wide and her heart pounded excitedly as she stared and listened. She saw Chuck reach up once again and take the middle of Timmy's hard boyfuck shaft between the tips of his fingers.
Marsha cooed softly to herself as she saw it happening. She was getting excited beyond control watching the two boys horsing around down beneath her. Her husband had left her excited to the point of no return once already, and now it was happening again. She pushed her hand down, lifting her skirt and shoving her fingers down into her panties. She twisted her pubic hairs between her fingers and rubbed the front of her juice-filled mound all over as she watched.
"Oh, my God," Chuck said. "This is worse than I thought."
"How bad is it?"
Chuck shook his head. "There's no time to wait for a nurse, I'm afraid." His own prick jerked down between his legs as he talked. As Marsha listened, her fingers eased down into the crevice in her curly mound of hair. She rubbed her fingers along the juice-filled passage, smearing them all up and down. "I'm afraid this calls for emergency procedures," Chuck said, sliding his fingers slowly up and down Timmy's jerking dick.
"Not by amputation, I hope," Timmy said, pretending to be afraid.
"No. I think it can still be saved. You see this pus?" Chuck said, rubbing his fingers up around the tip of Timmy's cock and smearing the clear liquid downward as it oozed out. "The whole thing is full of this stuff. If we could just get the puss out, I think we could save it."
Marsha watched everything they did as the water of the shower gushed down on their legs. Her finger probed down between her legs, pushing deep inside her cuntal walls and twisted around in the juices it found there. She panted excitedly, moaning softly, masturbating herself as she watched the spell-binding sex-game going on below her.
"I think," Chuck was saying, "that maybe I can squeeze out the pus." He looked up into Timmy's wide brown eyes. "Do you think you can stand the pain?"
Marsha's finger stopped its frigging movement deep inside her cunt as she waited for Timmy's answer.
Suddenly there was a fluctuation in the school's water system. The hot water which was spraying out of the showerhead and running down their legs, turned ice cold.
"GOD!" Timmy leaped forward to escape the icy spray, falling right over Chuck. They both fell sprawling to the floor right under the cold running water.
"Fuck!"
They squirmed to rise, sliding all over each other's slippery body. Marsha looked at the exciting tangle of arms and legs as their bellies slid together and she began desperately frigging herself with her finger once again. Chuck finally squirmed free, raised up, and turned off the water, then fell back down to the floor. They lay laughing till the tears ran down their cheeks. At last they stopped laughing and lay, their cheeks wet from their tears, and quieted down. Chuck looked into Timmy's eyes and smiled. "I guess our game of doctor is finished," he said.
Timmy looked down and saw that Chuck's cock had become soft, although his own prick was still jerking in spasms between his legs.
"Yeah," Timmy said. "I guess so."
Chuck winked at him. "Maybe we can go on with it later."
Timmy looked into his eyes. "Do you want to?"
Chuck grinned. "Sure, why not?"
There was the sound of a shrill clanging bell echoing into the shower from the empty locker room.
"Come on," Chuck said. "If we hurry we can still make it to our next class."
Timmy shook his head, pointing down between his legs at his hard dick. "I have to get rid of this thing first."
Chuck looked at the hard jerking erection, his eyes shining. "You aren't going to jack-off, are you? If you are, I'll...."
Timmy shook his head. "No," he lied. "I'll save it for our next game of doctor."
"Promise?"
Chuck laughed. "Okay, buddy." He headed out the shower stall door. "I'll see you later, right?"
She watched as Timmy looked down at himself, and raised a hand and gripped his big hard cock. She watched as he slowly moved his hand up and down, sliding the skin up and down over his cockhead.
Timmy closed his eyes and leaned back against a wall of the shower, running his hand up and down. He was as hot as hell. He couldn't wait for another game of doctor. He couldn't wait for Linda Delmier. Chuck's groping hands had pushed him beyond all waiting. He had to ejaculate to get rid of his raging hard-on, and that meant jacking off, NOW.
Marsha jerked her finger in and out of her oozing cunt hole desperately as she watched him doing it. She had never watched a boy masturbate before and it excited her tremendously. She would never have thought watching such a thing would excite her like this.
Timmy peeled the skin of his peter up and down, throwing his head back against the shower wall and rolling it back and forth, savagely whacking at his meat. His legs trembled visibly, even from Marsha's blurred viewpoint, and he flailed it up and down, moaning loudly.
"Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
His face twisted into a mask of passion and his body gleamed with salty perspiration.
"Uuummmppphhh! Uuunnnhhh! Uuummmfff!"
The sound of his moaning excited her beyond belief and she stared eagerly at his pounding hand and the big cock that appeared and disappeared from view inside it. Her finger pistoned in and out of her pussy, rubbing all over the walls and spearing her cunt hole again and again, smearing her vaginal juice all up and down her canyon.
"Uuuunnnfffhhhfffhhh!" Trickly cock juice oozed out into Timmy's hand, lubricating his shaft in his rubbing fingers. Marsha's eyes were frantic with passion as she watched the liquid at the tip being whipped into a frothy meringue. "Uuunnnhhh! Ohhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh!" Timmy moaned. His muscles tensed as his hand jerked faster and faster.
Marsha knew he was going to cum. She knew that the boy was going to pull himself off all the way and shoot out his white sperm right before her eyes. There was no stopping him now. She jerked her finger in and out of her cunt madly, desperately wanting to reach her own sweet orgasm at the same time he reached his.
His oozing cock juices dribbled down from his jerking hand, stringing down to his trembling legs. He moved his feet apart, opening up his legs, and looked down at himself as he masturbated.
"Ohhhhhh, Geez! Ohhh, Jesus Christ! Ohhhhhh! Uuunnnhhh! Aaaggghhhh!"
Timmy jerked, his entire body tensing, arching up and thrusting out his prick, and he came, shooting big spurts of white hot cum out into the air.
"Oh, no," Marsha groaned. "Oh, no, not yet."
"Aaarrrggghhh!" Another big spurt of boy semen spurted out and flew into the air.
"I can't cum," Marsha groaned. "Oh, God, I can't get it off!" Her finger frigged in and out and rubbed hard at her clitortis, trying to make her reach the orgasm she needed so very badly. "Oh, God, no!" she moaned.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Geez!" Timmy sent still another big squirt of flying jism splattering out onto the floor.
He sunk slowly down, his back sliding down the wall, to a sitting position as he whacked on his pecker, stroking it rapidly, cupping his other hand around his balls and squeezing.
"Aaaggghhh!" he yelled, spreading his legs as far apart as he could. Marsha watched, her eyes glazed over with disappointment, and saw his fourth and final spurt of hot white cum spurt up from his cockhead and splatter all over his stomach.
His hand stopped moving and he sat there, his body quivering, groaning softly, panting for breath.
Marsha shook her head. "Oh, no! No!" She had lost her orgasm. She had been right on the brink, and then she had lost it.
Marsha pulled her hand out from her dress and moved determinedly toward the nearest building entrance. She had to have him, she thought, as she rushed down the stairwell and headed for the boy's locker room.
Nothing else mattered. Her mind was possessed with only one thing. She was going to fuck Timmy ... in the boy's locker room.
CHAPTER THREE
Timmy rose slowly to his feet as his erection softened at last, and he watched as it drooped slowly down between his legs. He stared at the splotches of white boyfuck cream on his legs and belly, and at the sticky splotches of cum on the floor and shook his head, smiling to himself as he turned on the shower. He pushed up waves of water with his feet to wash his cum down the drain and picked up the soap and ran it over his body, whipping up a lather and stood there, humming, and let the splashing water rinse off his soapy nakedness. He soaped himself down around his groin once more for good measure to get rid of the strings of sticky sperm in his hairs. As the last of the suds drained away, he turned off the shower.
Still humming, he moved to the shower stall door and wrapped a big white terry towel around his waist. He stepped outside into the locker room, just as the outside door opened.
Whewww, he thought, as he stared, waiting for the person to step inside. I finished just in time. If they'd've come in two minutes sooner I....
He gasped and his mouth dropped open. Marsha Thrumble, the high school principal had just stepped into the room, and she was coming straight toward him.
"Mrs. Thrumble, what...."
Marsha stopped, right before him, blocking his path. "Why aren't you in class, Timmy?"
The boy stared at her in disbelief that she had actually come into the boy's locker room.
"What have you been up to, Timmy?"
Timmy blushed, feeling her eyes looking at his scantily covered body, feeling somehow unclean as she stared right at the soft bulge under the towel that covered his legs. "I ... I ... "
Marsha walked up closer and put a hand on his bare shoulder and rubbed it gently. The touch of her soft feminine fingers on his naked flesh was enough to make his penis twitch into a spasm and they both saw the towel jerk and a small wet spot appeared before their eyes.
"You've been playing with yourself, haven't you, Timmy?"
Timmy trembled as his cheeks turned red and his lips quivered.
His dick was jerking again, rising into a state of hardness, pushing the towel out into a quivering tent.
"Please, Timmy. Let me see it. Please." Marsha's fingers fumbled nervously at the knot.
"No! Oh, God, help me. No. No."
The knot slipped a little and the towel loosened, dropping down onto his cock and exposing the top of his pubic hairs.
"Stop, Mrs. Thrumble! Please stop! Oh, God, what are you doing? "
Marsha pulled the knot free and took a corner of the towel in her fingers and slowly pulled at it.
"No!" Timmy reached down and grasped the towel to keep it from sliding away, but the back had fallen open to reveal his young naked buttocks. Marsha tugged at the towel with one hand, and ran the other one down his back and caressed his naked buns with her palm.
"Please, Timmy. Please let me see it. Then I'll go away and leave you alone. I promise." She tugged at the towel as she caressed his bare behind.
Timmy's face was a deep blushing red as he felt her warm soft fingers making circles over the skin of his rear end.
"Please, Timmy!"
He stuttered. "You ... you promise you'll leave then?"
Marsha nodded, her eyes full of lustful excitement.
Timmy slowly released his hold on the towel and Marsha pulled it away, exposing his naked body in its entirety. His prick was hard and quivering, and she fell down to her knees and grasped it and pressed her face against it.
"Aaaggghhh! You promised! You promised!"
Marsha squeezed it in her hands and kissed it, and flicked out her tongue and licked the shaft.
"Oh, God! What are you doing? Oh, God!"
She opened her mouth and drew it in, licking it all the while, then closed her lips and sucked while she fondled his balls.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
She mouthed its entire length as her finger probed his anus and then she raised her head and looked up into his soft brown eyes. "Timmy." She raised up and faced him, drawing him up to her and hugging him affectionately. "I want you, Timmy."
"I ... I...."
"I want you to fuck me, Timmy. Please. I want you to fuck me."
Timmy trembled, and she could feel his cock pulsing as it pressed between their bodies.
"Please, Timmy. Please fuck me!" Marsha's steaming cunt was making her clitoris tingle with anticipation.
Timmy was too excited now to control his emotions. He suddenly wanted this woman more than anything else in the world. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Thrumble," he stammered. "Oh, yes! Let's fuck. I want to fuck you."
"Yes," Marsha said, peeling off her dress and tossing it onto the floor. Her repressed sexual desires were suddenly overcoming her and she was like a lustful female animal. "Help me, Timmy. Please help me."
Marsha's clitoris was tingling with frantic desire as the boy fumbled with her bra. Timmy's eyes grew wide as he peeled it off her breast and stared at Marsha's big creamy tits.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble, you're beautiful."
Marsha hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and peeled them down her white creamy thighs. The black patch of hair over her cunt stood out in sharp contrast against her white body.
He moved forward toward Marsha's eager body, unable to believe what was happening. It was too impossible to be true. He bent forward and Marsha's body trembled. She felt the warmth of his lips as they softly caressed one of her big pink nipples, then the other. Timmy's tongue swirled out and gently licked the firmness of her breasts.
Marsha reached out with her hands and touched his body, caressing his young flat belly and pressing her legs against his own long muscled legs. In all his glory the boy stood before her, naked, and she could do anything to him. The thought drove her still more wild. Her hands moved passionately over his belly and chest as he sucked at her breasts, and she could hear his breathing become deep and rapid.
Slowly Marsha moved her hands downward and massaged the boy's firm thighs. Pulling her breasts away from the boy's hungry mouth, she knelt down, running her hands up and down the boy's lean, muscular legs. She ran her caressing palms back around to his buttocks and kneaded the soft flesh of the boys ass cheeks in her hands.
Her tongue eased out of her mouth and she slowly licked the boy's navel, her tongue flicking in and caressing the small indentation and its hard fleshy knob. Then Marsha's mouth moved down still more, and confronted the firm muscle of the huge penis which stood erect before her face. The knob-like head was swollen and purple and ripe for a sucking.
Marsha's lips parted and then warmly enveloped the sensitive blood-gorged shaft of Timmy's prick while her hands slowly massaged the cheeks of his ass.
Timmy closed his eyes. "Ohh! Ohhhh, Mrs. Thrumble!" The teenage boy moaned in ecstasy.
Marsha's lips moved down, taking in more of the boy's satin smooth cock, as she worked one hand up between his bun-like ass cheeks, pushing her fingers into the tight crack between them. She pushed a finger against his tight puckered asshole and eased it into the opening.
"Uuunnnhhh!"
Her finger worked its way into his tight asshole and her other hand caressed the cheeks of his ass, then moved around to his thighs and legs, lightly stroking every inch of the boy's muscular limbs.
"Oh, God! God, it feels good!"
The boy's legs trembled in reaction to the depraved things she was doing to his horny seventeen-year-old body. God, if only the other fellows could see him now, getting sucked off by the principal. Her face bobbed up and down on the hard rigid shaft of his cock.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Marsha's hand moved up the boy's smooth hariless legs as her lips moved up and down on his hard male organ. Her hand continued its slow movement up to his groin. Her fingers touched his large golden balls and softly grasped their tightness, fondling them, kneading them ever so gently.
Her other hand was busy in the crack of Timmy's ass, burrowing down between his buns, her finger probing deeper and deeper into the depths of his rectum.
Timmy's eyes remained closed, and his voice was moaning with pleasure. "Uuuunnnnnffffhhhh! Uuummmfffhhh!"
Marsha's tongue wrapped around the end of his prick, lapping up the liquid that oozed from the tip, licking the skin of the young boy's shaft as she sucked it in her mouth.
"Uuummmfffhhh! Uuunnnfffhhh! Geez, I think I'm going to cum! I can feel it building up!"
Marsha slowly withdrew her mouth and his saliva-smeared pecker bobbed before her face.
Her finger dug up deeper into his asshole till it found his prostate gland and gently probed and stroked that sensitive hidden part of the boy's handsome anatomy. He moaned and twisted, jerking his body up and down around her finger. His prick seemed to grow still harder and jerk in spasms. Marsha could feel the sperm boiling up in his testicles as she fondled them in her other hand.
"Are you really getting ready to cum, Timmy?"
"Oh, God, yes! Please don't stop sucking me now!"
Marsha lapped out with her tongue and licked his big male tool all over. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Oh, yes. Yes," the boy whimpered. "Please don't stop sucking my cock. Please. It feels so good. Oh, God. Suck me! Suck me! Let me cum in your mouth,!"
Marsha's tongue licked out and around his big pole of flesh and she slobbered greedily over his organ, kissing it with her lips and mouthing it all over.
"Don't you want to fuck me any more, Timmy?"
The boy squirmed beneath her massaging lips as she smeared them up and down the length of his slippery shaft.
"Oh, yes, yes. I want to fuck you. But I want to cum in your mouth too."
"If I let you cum in my mouth, will you be able to cum again, Timmy? Will you still be able to keep it hard enough to fuck me?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Thrumble. Don't worry. I can cum three or four times. I like it like that because it takes longer each time."
"Okay, Timmy. I'm going to suck you again. I'm going to suck your big beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth."
"Geez, Mrs. Thrumble." The boy closed his eyes in eager anticipation of what was to follow.
Her eyes never leaving the gorgeous sight of his big prick, throbbing as it stood out from his body, Marsha's lips parted. She took his thick muscle in her mouth like a bone, mouthing it up and down its length, letting her lips slide on its saliva slippery skin. Her tongue rolled out to lick every inch of the magnificent shaft.
"Oh, God! Oh, my dear sweet Jesus! Oh, fuck!" Timmy's legs trembled as Marsha ran her free hand up and down them, caressing every inch of his naked flesh.
His big wet dick slid sideways back and forth through her squeezing lips, the end of it sticking out one end of her mouth. The big purple head throbbed and the muscles of his cock contracted in Marsha's mouth, squeezing out a trickle of sticky clear fluid which oozed out to cover the tip. Marsha rolled her tongue out on the underside of his man-hard muscle, applying an upward pressure on the sensitive organ as she licked. She smeared her tongue back and forth, using it to massage the underside of his organ which stuck sideways into her mouth.
She removed her mouth from his dick and raised a hand, touching the slobbery wet organ with the tip of a finger. She traced the finger upward along the underneath side of the boy's big penis, moving it teasingly toward the tip. The clear sticky liquid which oozed from his cock was collecting on the tip, covering the surface, and Marsha's finger moved up into it, smearing it around, smearing it all over the head of his dick.
"Ohhh! Ohhh Geez!"
Marsha applied another finger, smearing the liquid down the sides of his cock. More of the crystal clear fluid oozed out the tip. She smeared her fingers back and forth, mixing the boy's oozing penis fluid with the saliva from her mouth which had completely wet down his massive organ. She smeared her fingers back and forth.
"Uuummmfff! Eeeiiinnnhhh! Oh suck! Ohhhhhh."
Marsha raised her remaining two fingers, running all four fingers flat up and down the top of his shaft, and slowly her thumb hooked up, and looped around, encircling his rod, her hand clenching around it in a more conventional hold.
"Oh, God!" Her hand slid up the slippery cock, pulling the skin upward and sliding it over his swollen cockhead. Then her hand slid back down again toward the base of his big hard dong.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummmnnnfffhhh!"
Marsha's hand slid back up the slippery organ, her hand squeezing down on the boy's peter, making him delirious as his big muscle throbbed in her hand.
"Oh, fuck! Gggnnnuuunnnggghhh! Ungh ... Ungh!"
Marsha slid her hand back down more quickly, and the boy's asshole jerked in a spasm and clenched around her embedded finger as he squirmed and thrust his hips, sliding his dick in and out of her clenched fist. Marsha knew it wouldn't be long.
"Aaaggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" His prick glided in and out of her hand. "Oh, God, this is great! Ungh ... Ungh ... Ungh ... Ungh! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" He slammed his prick still harder into the squeezing hand.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, wow! Jeez!"
His prick moved like a blur in her hand as he groaned, his hand clutching her head, and he pulled her head down.
"Oh, suck me! Suck me! SUCK! Oh, Lord! Wwwhhhuuunnnggghhh! Oh! Oh! Aaaggghhh!" Marsha released her hands from his throbbing organ and allowed her head to be pulled forward toward it. His massive throbbing sex-tool loomed before her eyes. Her hand dropped down to her crotch and she crammed a long finger into her twat, pushing it in right to the hilt. The fluid from her cunt dripped down along her embedded finger and flowed over her hand.
Timmy could feel her hot breath on the tip of his cock now, and his testicles ached as he pulled her face still closer.
"Oh, Jeez!" he gasped, as her mouth opened and slowly moved over his prick. "Oh, Jeez! Jeez! Take it in all the way! Oh, Please!"
"Mmmuuu! Mmmnnn!" Marsha moaned, her finger slamming in and out of her oozing twat as she slurped on Timmy's wet tender prick. "Mmmnnnnnn! Mmmnnnnnn!"
She lapped her tongue all over the sensitive skin of his boyish pole, making his legs quiver and sending a tingling sensation up his spine. The boy moaned with pleasure at the sensations she was causing in his body.
"Ugh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, that's it! Keep doing it like that! Oh, God that feels good! Ungh! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Wwwuuunnnggghhh!"
Bracing his feet, Timmy thrust his shaft in and out of her steaming mouth, and he felt the cum boiling up in his balls. His dick jabbed deep into her throat as he rammed it in to the hilt again and again. "Uuuggghhh! Uuuggghhh! Oh, suck my cock! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
The tingling head of his boyish organ slipped in and out between her lips and she worked her slobbering tongue all around the cream-covered tool.
"Oh, I'm going to cum, Mrs. Thrumble! Oh, suck it! Suck it! Suck my dick real good! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, suck it! Suck it off!" He-moaned loudly. "Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" His entire body stiffened. "Oh!
Now! Now! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Marsha sucked eagerly as his climax erupted in her mouth.
His hot cream spurted out into her throat, splashing against the roof of her mouth.
"Uuummmnnn! Uuummmnnn!"
The locker room was filled with the sounds of his passionate moaning, and then he slowed down his pumping hips and whimpered softly. Slowly he relaxed.
Then the passageway of his asshole squeezed around Marsha's probing finger in one last spasm, pumping a final glob of sperm out the end of his dick and into her mouth. Marsha swallowed it down, her tongue lapping out and rolling around the tip of his sperm smeared cock to get what little remained, and she relaxed her lips to let him pull backward. Slowly his thick hard cock slipped out from between her lips, its excited red skin glistening in the light of the room with its coating of sperm and saliva. As it flopped out, and jerked up flat against his stomach, Marsha took it in her hand and began licking it clean. The boy's asshole relaxed slowly, and she gently pulled out her finger from its steaming depths as her tongue lapped at his cock.
Marsha's other hand continued its desperate movements down between her, legs as she pulled back her head and surveyed Timmy's still excited state. Her eyes swept up and down his slender nakedness, taking in every detail of his beautiful body, and then they fastened on the sight of his dick arching outward and his big golden orbs of testicles hanging beneath it. Her finger pushed in and out of her hot oozing cunt.
"Oh, Timmy! Oh, my God!" Her hand moved like a blur as her eyes greedily devoured the young adolescent she had just sucked off. The taste of his sweet semen was still in her mouth and she savored it as she masturbated in front of his eyes.
Rising to her feet, Marsha pulled out her finger and she stood before him, naked, her breasts thrust outward. "Suck my tits a little, will you, Timmy? Please, just a little while."
The boy's eyes grew wide with hunger. "Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! You're beautiful!"
Marsha trembled as he moved forward, lowering his head toward her scrumptious breasts, his prick jerking into renewed hardness.
She knew the idea of sucking her bare breasts would get him hot again. She wanted him to stay hot. She wanted this session of sex to go on forever. She slipped her hands down between their bodies, and grasped and fondled the jerking organ and gently toyed with his balls with her fingertips.
Timmy's mouth opened and he closed it down over the tip of a large round breast, closing his eyes as his tongue flicked out and licked the hard knobby nipple.
"That's good, Timmy," Marsha cooed, as her hands rubbed the skin of his prick. "Oh, yes, it feels good."
Timmy slobbered on the big tit, his mouth full of the big swollen mound, her hot bosom pressing against his face. His tongue eagerly licked out at her breast.
Marsha felt his prick jerking in her hand, and she reached up with her other hand and took his arm, guiding his hand down toward her hot waiting cunt. The boy took the hint immediately, and caressed the mound of pubic hair between her legs. Marsha's hand returned to his penis and grasped it, pulling the skin back and forth.
His mouth continued to suck on her breast as his hand massaged the front of her cunt.
"Stick your finger in," Marsha said, her legs quivering beneath the touch of his young inexperienced hands. "Stick your finger in the crack and push it down inside the hole of my cunt."
Timmy obeyed, moaning as he sucked her breast as her hands pulled on his dick. He worked a finger out and down into the gash of her cunt, probing deep into the juicy canyon and felt her cuntal fluids oozing at his touch.
"Push it in and out," Marsha instructed, then moaned as he began fucking her pussyhole with his finger. "Oh, God!" she gasped, as his finger worked in and out of her pink fleshy canyon. "Oh, my sweet God! Uuunnnggghhh!" Timmy lifted up his head, removing his face from her bosom, and kissed Marsha on the lips. He pried the lips of her pussy apart and pushed in a second finger. "Ohhhhhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Marsha melted beneath the probing hand and she returned his kiss passionately, pushing her tongue between his lips and pressing it against his own hot adolescent tongue. Timmy's fingers squished in and out of her hot pussy gash, pressing further into her slash with each push of his hand.
"Timmy! Oh, Timmy! Ohhhhhh! Uuunnnfff!"
The boy's hand worked more expertly at the lips of her cunt, spreading them apart and pressing a knuckle up against her clitoris and rubbing the secret knob of her sex.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummmfff!"
"Will you let ... let me ...?" Timmy blushed, not daring to ask.
"What, Timmy? What do you want to do?" Marsha asked, her voice whimpering as his hand worked between her legs.
Timmy gathered up his courage. "Will you let me eat you?"
Marsha's eyes widened with surprise but she seemed pleased with the idea. "Eat my pussy?"
Timmy nodded. "Please. Just a little."
"You want to lick my cunt?"
Marsha smiled as he pulled his hand away from her pussy and knelt down. He pulled the lips of her cunt apart and looked at the fleshy pink interior, his eyes full of desire. "Can I do it, Mrs. Thrumble? Can I just taste it?"
Marsha nodded. "Oh, yes, Timmy. Yes, yes!"
The boy pressed his face up against her hairy mound and pressed his lips into the pinkish depths of flesh. His tongue lapped out at the oozing gash, tasting her feminine fluids, savoring their delicious aroma.
"Oh! Unh! Oh! Oh, I love that. God it's good. Keep licking it, Timmy."
He obeyed eagerly, his tongue lashing out into her gash as he moved it up and down her juicy crevice. As his tongue licked her slit, Marsha's eyes closed and she opened her mouth in a sensous moan. "Uuunnnggghhh! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
The lips of Marsha's cunt quivered as his tongue slid up and down and he pushed his head forward, pushing it as far into her glorious twat as was humanly possible.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
Marsha gripped his head, pressing his face hard against her aching pussy, savoring every moment as his tongue darted in and out of her moist hole, sending spasms of pleasure through her womb. Her legs trembled as he burrowed his tongue into her slit, gobbling her oozing cunt greedily.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" she moaned, her eyes dropping and staring hungerly at his naked body squatted down between her legs. She watched his hand moving up and down his hot red pole as he stroked himself excitedly, the clear sticky fluid that preceded ejaculation oozing out the tip and stringing down to the floor.
"Oh, lick my cunt," Marsha wailed, her legs trembling as she watched his jerking hand. "Eat me out, Timmy! Oh, Christ! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, my sweet Christ! Oh, eat me! Suck me out! Aaarrrggghhh! God, you're good!"
Timmy moaned in unison with her as he knelt, stroking his dick, his face buried in her pussy, tasting the essence of her beautiful body. As he stroked his excited flesh with his hand he pushed out with his tongue, probing the depths of her juicy slash. It was terrific. Never had he dreamed a pussy would taste .so good. The excitement of eating out her cunt was making the sperm boil up in his balls and his pumping hand sliding up and down the fleshy rod between his legs was driving him beyond the point of no return.
"Ohhhhhh!" Marsha's body shook beneath his lashing tongue. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum, Timmy!" she cried, her voice panting with passion. "Oh, God, Timmy! Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Christ, I'm going to cum!"
Timmy worked his lips excitedly, determined to bring her to a climax by eating her out till she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Lower! Lower, Timmy! There! Lick my clitoris! Make me cum, Timmy! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, yes! That's it! That's the way! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Timmy jacked off quickly, his hand jerking his big penis as fast as he could, pulling it up and down faster and faster.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Marsha kept saying over and over as his tongue probed around her knobby clitoris, licking it, lapping it all over. She began rotating her hips, pushing her cunt up against his face, her pubic hair pressing against his cheeks. "Aaaggghhh! Uuunnnfff! Gggnnnuuummmfff!" she moaned, her hips jerking, her legs shaking. "Aaaggghhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Marsha felt herself losing all self control as her body hunched between the boy's hot wet tongue. Waves of orgasm shot through her body and she came and came and came. "Oh, Godddddd! God, it's good! Uuunnnggghhh!" She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her body arched forward and her legs spread wide, and Timmy ate out her very essence. His tongue licked at the thick cream that oozed from her violated cunt. Marsha's hands went up to cup around her breasts, caressing them as the spasms of orgasm rocked through her body.
"Eeeiiiiiigggggghhhhhhhh!"
Timmy continued to lick her as her orgasm eased slowly away and she regained control of her mind and body. His ragged mop of dark brown curls fell attractively into his eyes as her body stopped trembling. He raised up his head and admired her beauty through flashing brown eyes, kneeling still between her legs, his penis standing out rock hard and his hand whaling up and down on its long seven inches.
Marsha pulled her legs together, a rather bit embarrassed because she had so completely given in to her animal passions before the innocent youth. "Timmy, I'm sorry. I got so carried away, but it was so good! You ate me out perfectly, Timmy. God, it felt good."
Timmy smiled at her, his face red beneath his hanging curls of wavy hair, his throat making grunting noises as his fist squeezed his thick prick and pulled up and down. Marsha watched the sliding hand slam again and again against his big round balls, making his handsome body tremble. She knelt so that she could watch every detail He was like a young boy angel, his body, satiny smooth and hairless except for a few curls of hair beneath his arms and the small wiry patch of dark brown hair around the base of his cock. She watched the big seven inches of thick fleshy cock slide in and out of his hand, the bulbous tip growing and swelling up in size as his fist slid back and forth.
She moved her face down closer and she could smell the sweet musky odor of his crotch, his cock, and his balls.
"Spread your legs, Timmy," she said. "I want to see everything."
Timmy moaned and grunted as he spread them far apart, his prick jutting up high and hard within inches of Marsha's face. He reached down with his other hand and cupped it around his balls, squeezing and fondling them as his other hand played with his prick.
"I want to see you cum," Marsha said, her lips wet with renewed excitement. "I want to see you jack off, Timmy, and make yourself cum!"
"Oh, Christ," Timmy muttered, his hand moving faster and faster. "Ah, it's good. I'm so hot I can't stand it. I want to cum."
"Yes! Yes, Timmy! Make it cum! Make it cum!"
Timmy became lost in a frenzy of passion. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he moaned. "Ohhhhhhh! Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
Marsha stared at his big prick, the beautiful organ pulsating in his hand. She had never watched a boy jack off before, and she wanted to see what it looked like from close up. Her view through the exhaust fan opening in the shower room had been exciting. She had watched Timmy whaling away on his prick then, of course, but she had been too far away to really appreciate the full beauty of the act. Now she wanted to see every detail.
Timmy's heart was pounding as he felt the hot breath of the principal's mouth on the head of his jerking dick while he tugged away at it. In a frenzy of passion he was too excited to be embarrassed at having someone watch him while he played with himself. His legs trembled and his stomach tensed.
"Let it come, Timmy! Do it! Keep doing it! Let it come out, honey!"
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
Marsha smiled. "That's it, Timmy. Keep jacking off! God, I love watching you masturbate."
"Aaaggghhh!" Timmy felt the sperm erupting from out of. his balls and into the base of his cock. "Aaarrrggghhh!" He jacked his hand up and down, feeling the sperm rising up the shaft, his legs quivering as the geyser of jism burst up and out the end of his prick.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
He jerked his swollen red penis with his hand as the sperm gushed out and he kneaded his balls and moaned. He threw his head back and his adam's apple bobbed in his throat.
Marsha watched, fascinated as the thick globs of cream-colored sperm spurted out the end of the boy's penis and splatted down onto the floor in small puddles. Timmy's hand kept moving hard and fast, making still more sperm spurt forth and plop between his legs and the head of his cock was smeared and wet.
His head came forward and he looked down at himself and his hand slowed down to a halt. He squeezed his fleshy tool in his palm to milk out the last of his boiling semen and the red flush began seeping out of his face and his wide wild eyes became calm and relaxed.
Marsha kissed him on the cheek and ran her hands through his wavy brown hair. "Christ, Timmy, you were beautiful. You were just beautiful."
The boy lowered his head and blushed.
"Don't be ashamed, Timmy," Marsha said, stroking the cheeks of his face and hugging him close. "I should have sucked you or let you fuck me to let you cum, but I wanted to see you play with yourself. I wanted to know what it looked like."
He raised his head and looked at her with his dark brown eyes. "Geez, Mrs. Thrumble."
Marsha reached down and took his still hard dick in her hand and stroked it lovingly with her fingers. The sperm on the tip smeared against her palm.
"Did it feel good, Timmy?"
The boy nodded, embarrassed.
Marsha smiled as her fingers toyed with his boyish penis. "Did it feel as good as when I sucked you?"
Timmy's eyes flickered, and his lips parted to reveal his red wet tongue. He shrugged his shoulders. "It didn't feel as good as when you sucked me, but it still felt good. I got so hot when I ate you out that I had to do it. Yeah, it felt real good."
Marsha's eyes studied the big globs of sperm on the floor. "Gee, Timmy, I've lost track of how many times you've cum. You came in my mouth, and now you jacked yourself off," she said, "and...."
A worried look came over her face as she suddenly realized that the boy just might be drained dry. That would put an end to their session of sex long before she was ready to have it over. "Is there any more left, Timmy? Do you think you can cum again?"
Timmy shrugged as her hand rubbed and fondled his prick, and it remained hard and ready in her hand. "Yes," he said. "When I'm at home I play with myself all the time and I can cum four or five times in a row before it won't get hard any more." He looked down and watched the principal rubbing his organ and then he looked back up into her eyes and his round boyish cheeks smiled sweetly in his adolescent enthusiasm. "I can cum one more time, for sure," he said, reaching out with his hands and stroking Marsha's large firm breasts. "Can we ... can I...?"
"What, Timmy?" Marsha asked, her voice throatedly low and excited. "What do you want to do?"
"I've never done it before, Mrs. Thrumble," Timmy said, embarrassed, ashamed to admit his virginity. "I don't know whether I could do it right or not, but you could tell me if I was doing anything wrong."
Marsha smiled. "What is it, Timmy?" she asked, her heart full of love for this handsome young adolescent who was a student in her school. "Do you want to fuck me? Is that what you want?"
The boy's head nodded excitedly. "Oh, jeez, Mrs. Thrumble! I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it."
Marsha pressed her lips against his, their soft wetness smearing against his own dry, excited lips. Her tongue pushed out and played with the inside of his mouth, and he accepted it eagerly.
"Make love to me, Timmy!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
Timmy was becoming excited as their naked bodies pressed against each other, and he kneaded her breasts between his fingers, pressing his legs tighter against her own. He felt the soft flesh of her breasts, warm and exciting in his hands.
"Let's lie down, Timmy," Marsha said, taking him by the hand and leading him to a wooden bench along the wall of the locker room.
Marsha's hands reached out and encircled him, roving down his back to his ass cheeks where she pressed her hands, feeling the boy's hot buttocks tense at her touch.
"Screw me, Timmy!" Marsha begged. "I want your hot cock. Stick it in my pussy!"
Timmy reached between their bodies and found her cunt. He separated the wet folds of her vagina and pushed in a finger to spread open the passageway. Slowly he pushed his finger in and out of her slippery cunt until she groaned. He watched the excitement mount in her eyes as his finger pushed deep inside her, making her legs tremble and clutch together.
The locker room was very quiet except for their gasps, as the door pushed open and a masucline figure entered. The intruder quietly entered the locker room, and then suddenly stopped short and stared at the two naked figures on the wooden bench. They were so involved with each other that they hadn't even noticed him.
Timmy listened to Marsha's excited groaning as his finger moved in and out. Her hands pulled his buttocks forward, making his erect cock press hard against her stomach.
"I want your prick, Timmy," Marsha moaned. "Please. Give it to me! Stick it in!" She pressed her lips against his face and kissed him tenderly. "Please, Timmy."
The intruder watched as Timmy pressed his face against hers and returned the kiss, still holding back his prick, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. The boy's finger slipped out of her cunt and he pressed up against her, his balls pushing against the hot wet lips of her pussy while his cock throbbed hard up between their bellies. Marsha groaned as his round testicles pressed into her pubic hairs.
Timmy pushed her gently down onto the bench supporting the weight of his body with his" knees and elbows. The clear liquid trickling from his prick strung down and ran onto Marsha's coarse black hairs. He spread her legs still further apart and exposed her wet cunt to, his hard prick head. His cock, hard with excitement, pushed against the pink lips of her vagina.
"Hurry, Timmy! Hurry!" Marsha moaned as she closed her eyes and waited, her eagerness mounting to the point of becoming unbearable.
"Push! Push!" Marsha's voice was urgent with desire.
Timmy lowered his body, holding his dick, guiding it as his body pushed downward. The hot tip of his prick pushed past a layer of scratching pubic hairs and then pressed between the pink fleshy sides of her juicy cuntal canyon. His slippery cockhead pushed easily into her juice lubricated twat and the feeling it gave him made him moan. "Oh, God, Mrs. Thrumble! It's going in! I'm sticking my prick in you! Ohhhhhh!" His cock penetrated into the wetness of her cuntal passageway. "Oh, my God! I didn't know it would feel like this! Ahhhhh!"
Marsha moaned with him, opening her eyes, and they looked at each other's faces, their eyes meeting, each excited at the pleasure in the other's face.
"Push it in, Timmy! Push it in all the way! Oh! Oh, Timmy. Your thing's so big!"
Timmy pushed down, his hot prick sliding down into her, and Marsha wrapped her legs around his back. "All the way, Timmy! Push it in all the way!"
"Won't it hurt?" the boy asked, hesitating.
"Oh, no! No, Timmy! It feels good! Push it in all the way!"
Timmy pressed forward and his penis pushed deep down into her slippery tube. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "It feels good! I can't believe how good it feels! Oh, jeez!"
"Uuunnnhhh!"
Timmy pulled back, pulling his wet cock back out of her hot, oozing, tube-like cunthole. The skin of his cock was pulled up over his swollen cockhead as he pulled it out of the passageway.
"Oh, God, Timmy, I can feel every bit of you moving inside me. Your cock's so big, Timmy, and so hard and hot!"
When the throbbing head of his prick was almost withdrawn, Timmy pushed forward again, his cock sliding back into the depths of her hot pussy. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, Mrs. Thrumble!"
Timmy pulled back again. He pulled back, then pressed forward, sliding his cock in and out of her steaming hole.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Timmy!"
He forced his cock in and out, probing deeper with each thrust and moving faster and faster as he ravaged her confines.
"God! God! God! Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! It feels good! So good!"
"Timmy!"
"Uuunnnggghhh!" the boy moaned, moving yet faster, his excited body bobbing up and down wildly, puncturing her with his dick again and again. "Unh! Unh! Unh!"
"Oh, Timmy! Ohhhhhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
"Oh, fuck!" the boy moaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Faster, Timmy! Do it faster! Hurry! Stick it in! Push!"
His cock fucked in and out of her like crazy, pushing in, then pulling out at a blurring speed. His body bounced against hers and their bellies made a slapping sound as their flesh hit with each thrust of cock.
"Uuuunnnnggggh hhh! Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Timmy! God, I can feel you so good! I can feel all of you! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight as his hips worked up and down and her legs trembled as she held them locked around his young flesh. His body felt slick and wet with perspiration against her skin.
Timmy moved faster and faster, bouncing up and down, the sensations he felt from every inch of his long hard hose driving him out of his mind. His whole being was concentrated on only one thing, the delightful feelings in his long hard boycock as it slipped in and out. Never had jacking-off been like this. Not even Marsha's sucking mouth could begin to make his peter feel this good. He wanted it to go on forever. To live through eternity with such sensual sensations flooding through ever fiber of his prick, that would be truly paradise.
"Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfffhhh!" He thrust forward again and again, grinding his hard male sex organ deep into her. He moved his face down, pressing it against her cheek, his hot breath caressing her face, and he kissed her passionately as he humped up and down.
Marsha thrust her hips up uncontrollably to meet his thrusting loins, her big breast heaving beneath his eyes as his dick burrowed down into her wet, steamy vagina. She clamped her cuntal muscles around his fleshy hose, squeezing it inside her, taking delight in making him moan in ecstasy.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Thrumble! I can't hold back much longer! I'm going to cum pretty soon! Oh, Christ! Jeez!"
Marsha felt his rigid boyish penis jerking far up in her starved vagina. She knew he was getting ready to explode.
"Let it come, Timmy! Don't hold it back! Let it come!"
She wanted to satisfy the youngster to the very limit of her capacity.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Timmy gasped as he felt his hard young dick begin to jerk in spasms. "Oh, my God, Mrs. Thrumble." Everything that mattered in the entire world at that moment was down there between his legs, sliding in and out, creating sensations he couldn't believe. "Oh, shit! Aaahhhhhhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, God, I can feel it! It's coming! I'm cumming! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Marsha felt his sperm boiling, shooting up into cock, making it swell and press against her tight-walled cunt. She felt his sperm erupting, shooting up his shaft.
Her clitoris tingled, swelled, then, suddenly, unexpectedly, climaxed, shooting spasms of pleasure through her body. "Oh, God! My God! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Timmy pushed-his big cock down to the hilt, closing his eyes, and letting his sperm shoot out the end of his penis. His body trembled and his young boyish face was a picture of ecstasy as his climax thundered through his body. "Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
His creamy sperm erupted, saturating the inner depths of her belly as her loins clamped down wildly on his expanding penis.
"Aaahhhhhhh!" he moaned in rapture as his sperm shot out. It felt as though his very soul was rising up in his penis tube. "Aaarrrggghhh! Jeeeeeeez!"
The bud of Marsha's clitoris jerked into a renewed orgasm, saturating her loins with a delicious warm flood of pleasure. "Timmy! Timmy! Aaaggghhh! Oh, Timmmmy!"
The boy pumped madly, shoving his penis in and out wildly, making his cock spurt again and again.
Marsha's buttocks ground around his spurting cock as his sperm filled her belly, filling her with its wet warm stickiness. "Uuummmnnnfffhhh!"
Timmy gave one last shove, pushing his cock in, right up to his balls, and it jerked in spasms, churning in its own sperm, bathing in its own wetness as his body collapsed limply. Marsha's body too grew still and she opened her eyes to savor the beautiful expression of complete satisfaction on Timmy's face.
The door to the locker room shut and the sound of quiet footsteps moved away down the corridor.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble, it was good. It was so good."
She knew that somehow her entire life would be changed from here on out. She had violated a little boy's cock, not once, not twice, but three times, and she had loved it better that'she had ever loved any sex act she had performed in her life.
Her eyes glazed over with the realization that from now on she could never be satisfied with anything else. She admitted to herself that she had loved it, perhaps too much. She would be forever trying to get into little boy's pants.
The episode with Timmy unleashed the full frenzy of Marsha's lustful desires and freed the perverted side of her personality. From that day forth, she knew she would be trying to have one sex session after another with the young male student. As the boy lay there between her legs she daydreamed about the days to come. She imagined herself seducing him day after day, week after week, in every nook and cranny of the school building.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, when she opened the door to her office, Marsha saw it laying there on the desk. It was an ordinary plain white envelope with no writing on the front. It was blank.
Somehow Marsha knew something was wrong. The sixth sense of her woman's intuition told her that something ominous was in the room in the inside of that white piece of paper.
"Mrs. Clawson, who left this letter on my desk?"
Mrs. Clawson stuck her head through the door, a puzzled look on her face. "Letter?" She looked into Marsha's questioning eyes. "I don't know, Mrs. Thrumble."
Marsha nodded, as though she had expected as much. "Thank you."
She swung the door shut, sat down, and nervously tore it open. As she unfolded the single sheet of paper inside her fingers trembled and the words hit her full in the face like a savage fist.
"I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT A MAN IS LIKE."
Marsha sat, stunned. Someone knew. Someone had found out. Her mind raced backward. Who could possibly have found out about the horribly obscene activities in which she had been engaged in the locker room with Timmy? Had Timmy talked?
"I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT A MAN IS LIKE."
Who knew? How did they know? Marsha folded the paper and put it back in the envelope and stuck it in her handbag.
Someone was just playing a joke. Yes, that was it. One of the boys was playing a joke on her. She had just let her imagination run away with her, that was all. Maybe it was Timmy. Maybe this was his idea of being funny.
Marsha smiled at her silly fantasies of persecution and drove the thoughts of the letter back from her mind.
What she needed was a tranquilizer. Marsha suddenly had an idea. There was no tranquilizer like a big hard cock stuck up deep into her belly.
She stood up and straightened out her dress. A big prick was what she needed. Her pussy ached for it and Marsha knew where she might be able to get a prime example in a state of readiness in an emergency such as this.
She hurried out of her office and down the hallway to the boy's washroom. The restrooms were supposed to be empty during classes. Why hadn't she thought of this before? There were more than one young teenage cock in the school. She was so hot and full of sexual desire that she could just not wait for a chance to corner Timmy again.
If there was a boy in the washroom now, he was using it as a hide-away to play hooky from some dreaded class session, and Marsha, with a little luck, would burst in upon him and not have anyone know about it except the student she caught inside, and he wouldn't be in a position to protest because he would have been caught playing hooky.
She stopped outside the door of the boys' toilets and looked carefully up and down the empty corridor to make sure she was alone, then silently pushed open the door and slipped quietly inside.
In the still of the marble lined room she heard a hoarse, panting sound.
"Unh! Unhhh! Unhhhhhh!"
Marsha creeped quietly toward the sound which was coming from a toilet booth.
"Unh! Unhhh! Unhhhhh!"
Marsha could hear a slapping sound and it didn't take much imagination to guess what it was. It was the sound of a hand jerking up and down on a swollen shaft of boyfuck flesh and slapping against sperm-filled balls.
Marsha peeked through the crack of the door of the toilet booth.
Sixteen-year-old Mark Robinson was sitting there with his pants and briefs laying in a pile around his ankles, his legs spread wide and his hand jerking up and down on a magnificent cock that stuck up hard a least seven inches. His hair-covered balls hung like peaches down below his stroking hand as he jacked himself off in a state of frenzy.
Marsha tore open the door and caught the surprised youngster in the act.
"Wh....?"
"What are you doing, young man?"
"Mrs. Thrumble!" The boy sat petrified, his hand frozen around the purple shaft of his excited cock.
"Shame on you, Mark Robinson."
"Mrs. Thrumble! What are you doing in here? This is the boys' restroom."
"Don't you know that what you're doing is wrong?"
"I ... I...."
"Let me show you how you should be doing it," Marsha said, her voice suddenly soft and cooing. "You're doing it all wrong."
She reached down and took the swollen penis of the embarrassed teenager in her hand and began pulling the foreskin back and forth slowly over the purplish head.
"Oh ... Mrs. Thrumble!! Ohhh!"
"Isn't that better, Mark?"
"Oh, it feels good!"
Marsha gave the boy a passionate kiss while she fondled his organ. She had never felt a cock so hard. She delighted in drawing her hand up and down the boy's smooth rigid shaft, feeling it pulsate beneath her squeezing fingers.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! Ohhhhhhh! I can't believe how good it feels. Ahhhhhhhh! Unhhhhh! Oh, yes! Keep doing it! Keep doing it just like that! It feels so good!"
Mark pressed his body harder into Marsha's massaging hands.
Then Marsha knelt down, her knees going weak with the lustful excitement that made her blood race madly. She brought her mouth forward to the beautiful twin orbs that hung beneath Mark's rigid cock.
"Wh ... What are you going to do, Mrs. Thrumble?".
Marsha nipped at one of the boy's sperm-filled sacs, sending a sharp pang of pleasant pain through Mark's young body.
"Oh! It's good! It feels good!"
Letting the golden orb slip out of her mouth, Marsha moved her lips up to the imposing rod that swayed above her face; and at the same time she slipped a hand up under her skirt and pushed a finger up in her hot eager cunt.
"Mrs. Thrumble! Are you going to ... to suck it?"
Leaning forward, Marsha readily accepted Mark's imposing rod into the wet warmth of her mouth.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! You're sucking my prick! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Marsha raised up suddenly and hiked up her dress.
"Pull down my panties, Mark!"
"Ohh, yes. Yesss Mrs. Thrumble." The boy eagerly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down, staring at the gorgeous mound of pubic hair that surrounded her sweet-smelling gash.
"Have you ever eaten out a girl, Mark?"
"Oh, no! I never had the chance. I...."
"Would you like to eat me out, Mark? Would you like to lick my pussy with your tongue?"
"Oh, can I? Can I do it to you, Mrs. Thrumble? Do you really mean it?"
Marsha took the back of the boy's head in her hands and pressed his face forward into the wiry growth of the hairs between her legs.
Mark became anxious to explore the secret cavern she possessed down there. Reaching up with his thumbs he parted the two tight lips of her cunt and gazed upon the gleaming pink cavern that was revealed.
With the tip of his tongue, Mark lapped up and down the length of Marsha's valley, stopping at last to dip his mouth over the tight round bud of her clitoris. Already wet and slippery with his saliva, the red round muscle permitted his tongue to slide easily up and around it, and once his tongue was firmly embedded in Marsha's channel, he began to flick it back and forth, tasting the juicy ooze that came forth from the depths of Marsha's cavern.
His tongue drove wildly up into her pussy and he pushed her legs apart to give himself room to work. Her loins trembled.
Looking down, she saw that Mark too was becoming overly excited. He had slipped his hand down between his legs and had begun pulling on his penis as he licked and tongued her cunt. As he squatted there on the cold floor, playing with himself, rubbing his fingers up and down his big boy cock, he moaned, his legs jerking apart to give his pumping hand better access. Round patches of wetness appeared under his arms and his boyish musk-like odor rose up to make Marsha yet even hotter.
"Mark! Oh, Mark!" She put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him up, withdrawing his hungry face from her hot oozing pussy. "I want to see you naked, Mark. I want to see every bit of your body." She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement, her heart pumping wildly. This was wrong. She was doing something terrible, but she had lost all control. Her blood was pounding uncontrollably through her veins.
Her fingers moved awkwardly, pulling his shirt open, peeling it off his shoulders and arms and tossing it aside. He stood there, naked, before her, his entire body revealed from his head right down to his ankles where his pants lay in a heap over his shoes. His shorts lay atop them around his feet. Marsha went wild at the sight of his young naked body. Her hands caressed his chest and shoulders, moving down to his belly, caressing his smooth stomach. She moved her hands down into his pubic hair, down to his beautiful cock, and she put her fingers on it and enclosed it in her hand, pulling on it, her hand working feverishly as she beat it up and down.
"Ohhhhhhh!" The boy cooed with pleasure. A dribble of clear liquid trickled out the tip and onto her hand as she played with his hard young cock. He arched his back and moaned again, his boyish belly tightening and his hips thrusting out. He bucked his hard cock back and forth in her hand.
He gasped and his legs trembled as his big low hanging balls slapped against his legs while the foreskin slid up and down over the bulbous tip of his cockhead.
Marsha used her other hand to caress his naked back, starting up at his shoulders and running around, first over his trembling arms, then up under his armpits, her fingers tugging gently at the boyish growth of wiry hair she found there. Her hand moved out and back, down his naked back to the top of his buttocks, and she ran it down, stroking the plump cheeks of his ass and running her fingers down into the crack between them, brushing her fingertips against his anal opening.
She knelt down, her hand still pulling on the skin of his penis, and moved her other hand down the backs of legs. She let it roam up and down, feeling his boyish limbs all over and making them tremble. Shivering goosebumps of excitement appeared like pebbles on the naked skin of his legs as her hands stroked gently in small circles.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Thrumble! You're beautiful."
Marsha's hand moved down, down to the pile of shorts and pants draped around his ankles. She felt the crotch of his white briefs and their wetness dampened her fingers.
"I want you naked, Mark," she said hotly, "completely naked." Her fingers fumbled with the laces of his shoes, untying them, and she raised one of his feet, pulling off his shoe, then his sock, then pulling his pants and briefs down off the foot, leaving that leg stark naked. Then she started on the other foot, and all the time her other hand was pushing and pulling at his fleshy cock muscle, massaging it in her clenched fist.
She lifted his other foot and began pulling off his shoe.
Mark trembled as he realized she was stripping him completely down, and that he would soon be standing stark naked in the boy's restroom, his clothes flung all over the floor.
"Wh ... What if someone comes in?" he asked, worried as the thought entered his mind at the embarrassment of being caught stripped to the buff and with a raging hard-on.
"I don't care," Marsha said, her fingers fumbling excitedly, pulling off his sock and yanking his pants and briefs off, stripping the youngster's last vestige of clothing from his body.
But she still wasn't satisfied. Her fingers traced up, caressing his legs, caressing his ass cheeks, caressing his naked belly. She moved her fingers up to his shoulder and down his arm to his wrist, and unbuckled his black leather wrist watch strap, tossing it carefully into the pile of his clothing which lay in a heap at their side. Now he stood stark naked. Completely and utterly bareassed, he stood before her, his legs trembling, his hard-on jerking in her hand, excited beyond belief.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Mark," Marsha said, her hand pulling the skin of his penis up and down. "I want you to cum in my mouth. Will you do that for me, Mark?"
"Oh, God!" he muttered, as she lowered her head toward his throbbing organ.
"Have you ever had you dick sucked before?" she asked, pulling her hand slowly up and down the length of his pulsating rod.
"N ... No!" His legs trembled as she masturbated him with her hand.
"Well, I'm going to suck it for you, Mark. I want you to try and hold it back as long as you can. And I want you to tell me when you get ready to cum."
The boy cooed at the thought. "B ... But, do you really want me to cum in your mouth?" He couldn't believe she wanted him to shoot out big spurts of his white sticky jism into her mouth. Not in her mouth!
"Yes," Marsha said. "I want you to cum while I'm sucking your dick, Mark. Let it cum right out in my mouth, but hold it back as long as you can. I want to suck you a long time before you cum."
"Geez, Mrs. Thrumble!"
Marsha's head moved on down. "Spread your legs further apart, Mark! God, I love your body!" He felt the hot breath of her mouth on his cock now as her face moved right in front of it. "Keep your legs spread as far as you can," Marsha went on. "I like seeing you like that."
Her hand moved up and down, stroking his dick and pulling the skin up over the head as far as it would go. Her mouth opened and her tongue went out, wet and steaming hot, and she licked it up against his balls, licking the big round sperm-filled orbs. Her tongue lapped around them, making him moan with ecstasy, unable to believe she was actually doing this beautifully nasty thing down there between his legs.
Marsha opened her mouth and took in both of his sperm-filled nuts, tasting them, enjoying their musky taste. She savored the clean salty-taste of the perspiration of his groin, rubbing her lips back and forth in his light patch of pubic hair as she sucked on his balls.
The sixteen-year-old boy stood gaping down as she ravaged his body, sucking his balls and masturbating his cock, and probing at his anus at the same time.
She swirled her tongue around the balls she held between her lips, lapping around the firm hairy orbs. She gently bit down with her teeth against the nuts, feeling their firmness in her mouth as they rolled around inside the outer layers of loose flesh.
"Aaahhhggghhh!"
Her fingers pulled up and down on his big long prick and her eyes were glued on the purplish bulbous tip where trickling liquid that oozed up his cock was gathering and covering his pulsing cockhead. Pulling her hand up she slid the skin of his dong as far up over his cockhead as she could, pushing the foreskin up into the sticky liquid, then, when she pulled her hand back down, the foreskin smeared the sweet smelling fluid down onto his shaft. The whole top of his cock became wet and slippery. Her hand moved back up, smearing up on his wet shining shaft, squeezing up on his shaft to spread the fluid that oozed out all up and down.
Now, his cock wet and slippery in her sticky wet palm, his penis made soft squishing noises as her hand rubbed up and down, masturbating the boy's hard organ in its own juicy emissions.
She pulled her mouth away from his salty-tasting balls, letting them flop back against his legs.
"Ah, Jeez, Mrs. Thrumble," Mark gasped, as her hand maturbated his slippery penis. "It feels good.
God, it's good! Uuunnnhhh!" He closed his eyes.
Marsha's wet red lips opened and she moved them up to the tip of his cock. Mark felt her hot breath on his throbbing cock, and he opened his eyes, and watched as her mouth moved up and over the entire head of his prick. She took it in her mouth and closed her lips around it.
"Aaaggghhh! Mmmmmmmnnnnnn!"
Mark gasped and quivered as her tongue licked around the tip of his penis, tasting the liquid that had oozed out and gathered there, smearing it all around his throbbing cockhead with her tongue. Her tongue lapped around, pressing up on the underside of his penis.
Her hands were both up between his legs, feeling him all over. The fingers of one hand were softly and very gently feeling around his naked bottom. Then they began working around and gently caressed the deep crevice between his cheeks, pausing to gently probe and tickle him there while she sucked on the head of his dick, rolling her tongue around it and licking it all over inside her mouth. She continued doing this for some time, then happy he was letting her do anything she wanted, her fingers worked down between his legs and gently stroked between them, slowly moving up and gently caressing his big round nuts. Then, to Mark's delight, her other hand moved slowly up his legs and took hold of the base of his penis, and began gently to jack him off while she sucked on the end of his prick.
Marsha worked her hands expertly, delighting in the feel of his large stiff penis and his big nuts. She rubbed the penis up and down and fondled his testicles with her other hand. As she frigged him up and down he panted and wiggled, gasping with pleasure.
"Oh, God! I'm getting ready to cum, Mrs. Thrumble! Oh, it's so beautiful! Aaahhh, God, it feels good!"
Marsha frigged at the base of his cock furiously, faster and faster, and she felt the sperm rushing up in his shaft as she stroked him up and down.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!"
His whole body shook as the semen spurted out into her mouth, jet after jet. "Uuummmnnn! Uuuuuuummmmmmnnnnnnfff f ff!"
Marsha's hands went on rubbing and squeezing his cock while her tongue lapped at the spurting sperm and she swallowed it down eagerly, savoring the sweet taste of the boy's white creamy cum. Her throat was filled with it until at last the hot sticky cum had finished spurting from his dick. Still she sucked, her mouth draining his big long phallus.
"Oh, stop!" he whimpered. "Stop, please! Aaarrrggghhh!" The after sensations were too much and he pulled his hips back, pushing her head away with his hands, struggling to pull his cock out from between her sucking lips. "Aaarrrggghhh! Stop! Oh, stop!" His big penis pulled free, jerking upright and swaying before her face. Marsha pulled the foreskin all the way down and she licked it clean.
"Oh, that felt good," Mark said, his eyes half closed. "You did it so good. Have you ever sucked off any of the other guys like that?"
Marsha smiled as she licked his long fleshy hose.
"Did you like it?"
"Oh, God yes! It was beautiful!"
"Then I'll do it again sometime, Mark, but I want to do something else now."
The boy's eyes widened. "Wh ... What?"
Marsha smiled and she fondled the boy's big penis and balls. "I want to fuck you!"
The boy's mouth gaped open.
"I want to have you put your big prick inside my pussy. Do you think you can do that, Mark? Do you think you can cum again?"
Mark nodded his head, his eyes still wide. "Yes! I know I can!"
"Let's do it, then," Marsha said. "Let's fuck, Mark!"
She looked around the room and laughed. "I guess we'll have to do it on the floor." She kicked off her panties which the boy had earlier pulled down around her legs and stretched out below him, her eyes devouring the young naked body which would soon be laying atop her.
She thrust her titties up to excite the boy and pulled her dress up high above her waist, revealing her naked thighs and legs. Mark stared eagerly at her cunt as she spread her legs wide. His hard-on jerked into renewed life and he put his hand down around it and squeezed it, pulling the foreskin down from around the tip as he knelt down between Marsha's wide spread legs. He grew hotter and hotter as he stared down into her wet pink gash and his entire cock seemed to be burning with desire.
Marsha squirmed on the floor, reaching down with her hands into her bush and pulling apart the lips of her vagina with her fingers.
"Stick it in, Mark!" she pleaded. "Stick it in! Hurry!"
Mark held his dick tight in his hand as he fell to his knees and prepared now to attack her inviting cunt. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with one hand, his other hand clenched around his dick, holding the foreskin down on the side. The shiny bare tip was purple and throbbing and oozing. He thrust forward, guiding his rod, placing the tip between her pussy lips and pushed, forcing the tip down inside the walls of her narrow wet passageway.
Marsha's mind spun as his shaft nudged her clitoris and his cock poked and gyrated down inside her. She looked at the beautiful expression of sexual pleasure on his face as he pulled back, then pushed again, sliding his foreskin back and forth between the walls of her cunt. He pushed his prick in and out, ravaging her body, plunging and thrusting. The sheath of his foreskin slid up over the head of his penis and down again and again. She moaned in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhh! Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
Mark pushed his prick in and out of her hot box, sliding it in and out like a mighty piston, feeling his penis squeeze out the beginning of his flow of love juice. "Unh! Unh! Unh!"
"Aaaggghhh!" Marsha sighed.
Marsha looked up at the boy, her lips red and wet, and she arched her back and hips up to meet his thrusting organ, feeling it slide deep down into her slit and slide over her throbbing clitoris. "God! God, Mark! It's good. I can feel you so good!"
"Unh! Unh! Uuunnnhhh!"
"Fuck me, Mark! Aaahhh! Fuck me! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Mark's face flushed and he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. "Uuunnnhhh! Ohhhhhh! Oh, God! Mrs. Thrumble! I can't hold it back any more! I'm going to cum! Ohhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
His big prick seemed to expand and probe right up to her navel as he jutted it in and out. "Ohhh!
Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
"Let it come, Mark. Uuunnnhhh! I can feel it! Uuunnnfffhhh!"
She felt his sperm shooting up through his shaft and it spouted out, flooding deep inside her vagina and as he pulled it back it smeared the sperm all the way through her tight, fleshy cunt. Then his cock slid back, slipping in then out in its own boyish cum, slurping as he humped. He pumped his balls dry, spurting again and again as he fucked her.
Marsha moaned loudly, then almost screamed. His swollen prick tripped off her own heavenly orgasm as his flesh massaged her clitoris in their love juices. "Uuummmnnnfff!" She moved her hips beneath him, screwing them up as the heavenly sensations thundered through her body. "Eeeiiiigggghhhhh!"
Mark collapsed atop her, smothering her with kisses, squirming and rubbing his young adolescent body against her own, pressing his chest against her breasts. His prick throbbed, slowly losing its hardness down in her love hole.
They lay there like that a long moment, enjoying the feeling of each other's naked bodies. Then Mark slowly raised up, sliding his cock up and out of her tube and he rolled over on his back heaving a sigh, feeling beautifully relaxed and wonderful.
She let her eyes stray down his long lanky body and stared at his sperm-streaked penis as it slowly withered up to half the length it had been when hard.
Bending down she licked him clean, lapping up every drop of sperm on his boyish cock. Then she lay back down beside him, taking his hand in hers, both of them savoring this last relaxing phase of their playful session.
Mark squeezed her hand gently as they lay there, drained by the sexual exercises they had just performed. Their hearts began to slow down their wild pumping and the boy's washroom had become completely and utterly quiet.
Marsha could feel the load of thick heavy cream the boy had deposited in her belly and she watched as his penis grew completely soft and limp between his legs. His big balls seemed to sag a little now. Marsha's dress was still hiked up high above her waist and the boy's naked buttocks and legs pressed against hers.
This was perhaps the best part, she thought, this last moment. The feeling of the boy's nakedness pressed against her own felt so good. Both of them were relaxed and satisfied.
Marsha stiffened. She listened closely.
"Mrs. Thrumble, I...."
"Shhh, Mark. Listen."
There was a quick shuffling sound from the .far corner of the washroom and suddenly the door swung open and someone scuffled quickly away. The door slammed back, leaving Marsha and the young boy alone, their eyes wide with fear.
"Oh, my God," Marsha said. "Someone was watching us, Mark."
"Who ... who was it?"
"I didn't get a chance to see. Quick! Get up, Mark!"
Mark raised up and his big soft penis flopped between his legs and his buttocks quivered into tense alertness. He got quickly to his knees and hurried to the door and pulled it open just far enough to listen. They could hear the sounds of footsteps hurrying down the hallway. Mark stuck his head out the door and looked down the hallway.
"I can see him!" he said to Marsha. The slamming of a door echoed down the corridor and into the marble washroom. Mark turned toward her. "He's gone."
"Who was it, Mark?"
"I couldn't tell," the boy said nervously. "I'm not even sure whether or not it was a boy or a man."
"One of the boys? A student?"
Mark shook his head slowly. "He was too far away. I just couldn't tell who it was. The hallway is too dark and I only saw him for a second."
Marsha rose to her feet and straightened out her dress and picked her panties up off the floor as Mark grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.
"We're going to be in trouble, aren't we, Mrs. Thrumble?" he asked, putting on his pants and tightening them around his slim waist.
Marsha pulled on her panties, her forehead tightened up in a worried frown. "I don't know, Mark. I wish you could have told who it was. You couldn't see whether or not he was wearing a suit?"
Mark shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Thrumble." He zipped up his pants and tightened his belt.
Marsha stood up beside him and squeezed his arm. "That's okay, Mark. It wasn't your fault." She smoothed his ruffled hair with her fingers. "If anything happens," Marsha said, her voice soft, "I'll take all the blame, Mark. I should never have burst in on you like that and did what I did."
The boy blushed.
"But no matter what happens, Mark," Marsha said, reaching down and fondling the bulge in the boy's pants, "it was worth it. You were wonderful."
Mark lowered his head and blushed. "I wasn't too awkward?"
"You were perfect." Marsha glanced at her watch. "The bell is going to ring in a couple of minutes to end the period, Mark. I'm going to have to get out of here. I don't want to be .caught by anyone else."
The boy nodded.
"Don't say anything about this to anybody," Marsha said softly. "Promise me that, Mark."
"I promise," the boy said, his voice growing aroused as the cock between his legs grew hard once again beneath Marsha's kneading hand.
"I don't know who saw us, but if there's any trouble, I'll take care of it," Marsha said.
Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from his hardened penis and smiled at the sight of the front of his pants bulging outward.
"I'm going to end up back in the toilet booth playing with myself," the boy said, staring down at his excited state.
Marsha smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then hurried from the washroom and down the corridor to her office.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mrs. Clawson looked up from her desk outside Marsha's office and smiled. "Oh, there you are, Mrs. Thrumble."
Marsha hesitated before her secretary's desk. "Mrs. Clawson...." she faltered for words. "Did ... did someone walk by your desk just a few minutes ago ... a man?"
The thirty-year-old secretary looked up, a puzzled look on her face. "Why, I'm not sure." The secretary seemed to be searching in her mind. "Why, yes. I remember now. Just a few minutes ago. Yes, someone did walk by. I was typing a letter."
"Did you see who it was?" Marsha's voice cracked with fear as she asked the dreaded question.
Mrs. Clawson shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Thrumble. I was typing and I didn't look up. I just heard footsteps going by."
She studied Marsha's worried face. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Thrumble?"
Marsha forced a smile. "No, no. That's okay, please don't worry." But the frown was still on her forehead. First that letter and those burning words, threatening her with a sexual assault, then someone catching her fucking one of the students in the washroom. Could it be the same person? Marsha shook her head, not sure what to think any more, and for the second time she drove the unpleasant incidents from her mind.
Cock, she thought. She needed more cock to drive her worries away. For some strange reason she was growing hot and excited again. Perhaps it was her inner fears which were being covered up and pushed aside by her sexual drive. All Marsha knew was that she had a renewed itching for hot cock down between her legs.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble," the secretary said, as Marsha reached for the doorknob of her office door. "Eddy Fenton got her a few minutes ago. Two of his teachers asked that you see him. I sent him in your office to wait for you."
Marsha nodded, opened the door, and entered her office where the young boy sat, nervously, waiting.
The young boy sat in the chair with his legs spread open and his pants were so tight that Marsha could easily see the outlined shape of his firm round balls and a large tubular bulge between them.
"Eddy," Marsha began, still not able to raise her eyes from his bulging crotch, "you know your grades in biology and English are just not acceptable. In fact, they're terrible. You're failing both courses."
Eddy lowered his eyes, and in doing so he couldn't help noticing and staring at Marsha's long beautiful legs which were almost entirely revealed beneath the short tight skirt she was wearing.
"I don't know, Mrs. Thrumble. I guess I'm not very good in those subjects. I'm more of the athletic type. I'm doing okay in Physical Education."
Marsha allowed herself to let her eyes wander slowly up and then down the lean muscular male body and her heart seemed to beat faster and louder as desire pulsed through her veins.
"Yes, you have a nice build. A beautiful body."
The boy blushed and caught himself staring right between Marsha's soft creamy thighs and staring at-it couldn't be, yes, a small rounded patch of pink panties. Eddy gulped and tried to look away, but that delightful patch of pink pulled his eyes back like a magnet. "Y ... Yeah," he mumbled, his throat suddenly dry. "I've always been good at sports."
"I can tell that, Eddy," Marsha said, hesitating a second, wondering just how far she could go with this shy, timid boy. He was obviously interested in what she had down between her legs. He couldn't pull his eyes away. Marsha spread her legs open, wide, exposing the entire lower part of her rounded panty covered cunt.
A trace of a smile flickered on her lips as she saw his mouth drop open and his eyes widen with lust.
The bulge in the front of his pants was growing larger, the tubular outline of his penis lengthening and taking a definite rod-like shape.
"I'll bet being interested in sports has really built up your body," Marsha said, smiling to put the youth at ease. "I like men with muscles. I'll bet you're a handsome devil with your clothes off."
The boy blushed, but the bulge in front of his pants was quite large now. He moved his legs together, obviously embarrassed, trying to hide his growing hard-on as it began bulging out and throbbing.
"I'll bet the girls are wild about your body, Eddy. Do they like to see you naked?"
Eddy stammered for words. "Gee, Mrs. Thrumble. I...."
"Do you mess around with girls a lot, Eddy?"
"I ... I...."
"Have you ever...." Marsha hesitated, "fucked a girl, Eddy?"
Eddy shook his head, embarrassed. "I ... I never had the chance."
"I guess you probably play with yourself a lot, don't you, Eddy?"
The boy's face was a deep red now.
Mrs. Thrumble let her hand casually drop down to her lap and brushed her fingertips against the front of her panties openly. She ran one finger down, pressing the panties into her hot steaming crack.
"Jeez, Mrs. Thrumble!" The boy was shuffling nervously and lustful perspiration appeared on his forehead.
"You have an erection, don't you, Eddy?"
"Wh ... What?"
"You have a hard-on."
The boy couldn't believe his ears.
"Come here, Eddy!"
Eddy stood up, slowly, his legs trembling. He moved over to the principal.
"Now don't be afraid, Eddy. The door's shut and we're all alone. No one's going to bother us."
"Wh ... what are you going to do?"
In answer, Marsha reached out and pulled Eddy closer. She ran her thin fingers gently up his blue jean clad legs and caressed his tight rear end.
"Mrs. Thrumble, I don't think...."
"How would you like for me to take care of those failing marks in biology and English, Eddy? I'm going to do that for you."Everything will be all right. But now ... I want you to do something for me.
"Gee, what do you want me to do?" Marsha reached up above the boy's bulging, crammed-full crotch and took hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down.
"I can trust you, can't I, Eddy?" she asked, her voice cooing. She pressed her face against his cheek as she let her fingers draw open his pants. Her hands slipped down inside the waist-band of his shorts and she inched them down into the wiry pubic hairs that surrounded the base of his penis. His cock began to twitch and swell with blood, and as it hardened, Marsha's fingers moved closer and it began to jerk into hardness at an even faster rate.
"I hope you don't mind, Eddy."
"Jeez, Mrs. Thrumble! Oh ... Oh, Jeez!"
"I didn't think you would mind, and I know I can trust you, Eddy." She pressed her mouth down to the base of his neck and kissed him with her burning wet lips. "I know you won't say anything about this to anyone, will you Eddy?" Marsha asked as her fingers curled around his rigid rod and squeezed it gently. The heat from it seemed almost to sear her hand.
"No! No, I won't tell anyone."
"Promise, Eddy?"
The boy trembled as he felt her grip his jerking cock. He could feel the hard nipples of her breasts pressing against his chest.
"I promise, Mrs. Thrumble. I won't tell anyone. What are you going to do?"
"You'll find out soon, Eddy." Marsha gave his cock a long, tight squeeze and began sliding her hand up and down, pulling the loose skin of the muscle back and forth and rubbing her fingertips on the satin smooth head. She could feel the veins in his cock pulsating in her hand.
Marsha's cunt was pulsating with excitement and she could feel the fluid oozing into her cuntal cavern as she pressed her tits against his chest and fondled his hot young cock. Her nipples tingled and shivers of delight ran up her spine as she pulled the skin of his cock back and forth.
"Does it feel good, Eddy?"
"Jeez! Yeah, it feels good," Eddy moaned, his legs trembling as she stroked his throbbing organ. "I just can't believe you're doing this to me, Mrs. Thrumble. I just can't believe it."
"I know I shouldn't be doing it, Eddy," Marsha said softly into his ear. "I know it's wrong, but I just can't help myself."
She pulled her hand out of his briefs and then slowly turned her back to him.
"Unzip me, will you, Eddy?"
The boy reached up, his hand trembling, and took hold of the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it down. "What are you going to do, Mrs. Thrumble?"
"Take off your clothes, Eddy." Marsha said, her throat dry with excitement as she dropped her dress over the back of a chair and stood there before the boy clad only in her bra and panties. "Take off your clothes and let me see your beautiful cock. Hurry, Eddy!"
Marsha unfastened her bra and peeled it off and Eddy stared unbelievingly at her big tits hanging down in front of his face. He unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers jerking nervously as he stared at her big creamy tits, and he peeled off the shirt and his pants and tossed them in the corner. His mouth hung open as he stood there staring at Marsha pulling down her panties and revealing the glory of the black curly thatch of hair between her legs. Eddy peeled off his shorts and the two of them stood naked facing each other, their hot blood pulsating like mad in their bodies.
Marsha dropped to her knees in front of the boy's handsome body and put her arms around his naked legs and hugged him close. She stared with glazed eyes at the huge curved cock sticking out from between his thighs and the large sacks of golden balls which hung down beneath it.
His penis was beautiful and Marsha could hardly wait to feel its hot hardness sticking up between the walls of her cunt. She continued to stare at the big tool as she slowly moved her hands up and around the back of his legs to his buttocks where she squeezed the cheeks of his ass. She moved her face forward and felt Eddy tremble with eager "anticipation. Marsha kissed the end of his swollen cock shaft.
"Oh, Mrs. Thrumble," the boy moaned as he watched her lips kiss and caress the tip of his throbbing manhood. He whimpered as her tongue lapped out and licked up the juice off the end of his cock. "Oh, my God!"
Marsha kneaded the cheeks of his ass with her hands and Eddy's eyes grew wide as he saw her mouth open and move forward slowly to take in his penis. "Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! Are you going to suck my dick? Are you going to...?"
Marsha's lips closed down over his swollen red peter and she began pumping back and forth, cramming his hot aching tool into the warm wetness of her mouth.
Marsha moved her head back and forth, cramming his hard tool deeper into her throat at every thrust, pumping the boy's pulsing tool in and out of her face.
Eddy stared down at his wet red peter and watched with excitement as it moved in and out between her full red lips. "Ahhhh! Oh, suck! Oh, yes! It feels good! Oh, God it feels good! Oh, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up! Uuunnnfffhhh!"
The young boy was in a frenzy of lustful passion which was only matched by Marsha's own mounting excitement.
"Uuunnnhhh! Oh, suck! Jeez!"
Marsha's hand slid down between the cheeks of his ass and she shoved her fingers up between his soft young buns and rammed a finger up deep in his crevice and pushed it into his tightly puckered asshole.
"Aaarrrggghhh!"
With her other hand, she reached up beneath the boy's hard red cock and as she sucked away at the rigid shaft she began fondling his balls and squeezing them gently.
"Oh, suck! You're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Oh, don't stop! Please don't stop! Uuummmnnnggghhh!"
Marsha didn't stop. She began bobbing her head more quickly, pulling the skin of the boy's shaft back and forth the length of his swollen rod with her saliva-wet lips.
"Uuunnnhhh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, shit! Oh, God, it's coming!"
Marsha could feel his dick swelling up in her mouth and she could feel the pulsating torrent of boiling cum rushing up his big swollen shaft. "Aaarrrggghhh!"
His hot cum spurted out the end of his prick and squirted back over her tongue and against the back of her throat. Marsha gulped it down as the boy moaned in ecstasy, his legs trembling, his voice moaning.
"Uuummmnnnfff! Uuummmnnnfff! Uuummmnnnfff!"
Eddy's young body grew rigid, then trembled, then jerked as the semen gushed out of his swollen prick. "Uuummmnnnfffhhh! Uuummmnnnggghhh! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
Marsha moved her soft full lips up and down the rigid shaft, applying suction with her cheeks, determined to suck his young cock dry. She wanted every drop of his delicious sperm.
She pulled her finger out of his asshole and took his balls, one in each hand, and began squeezing them gently to wring out the last of his boiling hot cum, and then she pulled her mouth away from his cock and it withdrew from between the suction of her lips with a wet popping sound.
His prick was still hard and rigid and stood jutting out, jerking in sharp spasms of excitement. It showed no signs whatsoever of growing soft.
"Oh, Eddy, you've got a beautiful prick," Marsha said, her voice filled with eagerness. "Now I want you to stick it in me, Eddy. Stick your big hard peter into my cunt."
"Jeez, Mrs. Thrumble!" Eddy aimed his prick at her cunt and pushed the head between the folds of her pussy-lips. Her wet slippery channel opened up for him as he pushed it in, penetrating her womanly channel.
"Ahhhhh! Oh, that's good, Eddy!"
Eddy closed his eyes and shoved his shaft into her depths, savoring the sensations that enveloped his organ. The hot walls of her pussy pressed against his thick penis and he could feel the delicious heat of her love juices oozing around him.
He opened his eyes and looked into Marsha's face. Her eyes were wild and excited. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried, squirming around the hard dong as it sunk deep inside her. "Fuck me, Eddy! Shove it in all the way! Let me feel every bit of it!"
Eddy pushed forward, moving it in slowly, shoving it in right up to the hilt until his balls were pressed against the underneath side of her hairy mound.
"Oh, God, I don't believe it," he moaned. "Ahhhhh! Fuck!"
Marsha's face took on a beautiful surprised expression as his prick pushed deep down inside her to her very bowels, losing her breath and moaning. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Eddy went wild, his body squirming at the intense pleasure he was sensing, pulling his dick out then thrusting it back hard, humping his buttocks as he brutally rammed his cock in and out. "Unh!" His penis slid up and down, faster and faster, his balls bouncing between their legs, their naked stomachs making flopping noises.
Eddy gasped, rotating his butt as he pushed it in again and again, desperately fucking her with lustful fury.
"Oh, God, Eddy! I'm going to cum!"
Marsha couldn't believe it. Her entire body shuddered in a rocking climax.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
His young naked body bucked atop her, driving his shaft in and out, pushing and pulling, screwing the hell out of her. "Uuummrtinnhhhh!"
Her shuddering orgasm rippled throughout her body. Never had she came so quickly. The boy was like an animal, fucking with lustful abandon, screwing her unmercifully with the hard prick that protruded from between his legs.
Marsha's senses eased back to normal and she cooed with delight, running her hands over his back-and over his arms, then up over his chest and down across his belly. She stroked the naked youth all over while he poked his penis in and out of her cunt and panted and grunted uncontrollably.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!"
Marsha squeezed her legs together, pressing his sliding cock tight between her vaginal walls, and pumped her muscles. "Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh!" The pulsing muscles of her vagina pulled at his prick, milking it deep inside her.
"Ahhhhh! Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
His sperm burst out without warning, flooding her insides and his penis pushed into the sticky liquid and squished in and out. "Eeeiiiggghhh!" In and out. "Uuunnnhhh!" His face broke out in perspiration and his hair fell down over his flashing brown eyes. He raised up, arching his back, throwing back his head and closing his eyes as his sperm gushed out from his penis. "Aaahhhhh! AHHHHH!" His moan trailed off as his dick emptied itself out in jerking spasms.
He fell forward, burying his face between her tits, pressing them against his face with his hands. Marsha could hear his desperate panting as he tried to catch his breath.
Marsha pressed him down against her, feeling his warm nakedness against her skin and his hot wet penis nestled against the hairs of her cunt. Slowly it was growing soft.
At last he raised up, his eyes glazed over with a beautiful look of complete happiness and he moved slowly off of her and sat, looking at her nakedness. He admired every inch of her body, and then stared lovingly into her eyes.
Marsha too sat up, still surprised at the naked adolescent who had suddenly been replaced by an animal. It was unbelievable that the quiet, reserved Eddy Lambert she had thought she had known became a beast when sexually aroused.
Bending over she opened her mouth and moved it down onto his half hard penis, closing her lips down tight and pulling the foreskin over the tip. Then she kissed it French style with her tongue, pushing the skin down and pulling it back again. His legs quivered at the sensations her tongue was creating. She licked out at the bare organ as she held it tightly inside her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it, licking it all over. She drew it all the way in, pressing her lips down against its very roots.
New life sprouted in this thick fleshy shaft, flooding up into it, making it grow hard in quick spasmatic jerks.
"Oh, God, it feels good," Eddy said, his peter shooting up to its full length, hardening. As it hardened and grew longer, it pushed down deeper and deeper into Marsha's throat. It pushed further down than any prick had ever gone before. Marsha licked the big fleshy organ inside her mouth, slobbering all over it and sucking it down still deeper.
Then, opening her mouth still wider, and pushing it down, she pushed her lips over his balls, completely enveloping them. As she pulled them into her hot wet mouth his prick penetrated still deeper, and it pushed back against her throat, making her almost gag. Her lips closed around his balls as she sucked him completely in, her mouth crammed full of balls and cock. Every bit of his sex genitals were in her mouth and throat.
Eddy almost screamed with pleasure and he squirmed and flopped down on the floor as her mouth sucked and slobbered all over his testicles and penis. He pumped his hips gently, rubbing his penis between the roof of her mouth and her hot wet tongue, and felt it being squeezed by the sucking walls of her throat.
"God, it's good! Oh, Jeez! Damn!"
Marsha could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth over the tip of his dick as it moved up and down just an inch or so, just enough so that the loose skin was pulled down and stripped off his naked cockhead, then was pushed back up and over the tip.
"Oh, God!" Eddy moaned. "I can't believe what you're doing, Mrs. Thrumble. How did you get it all in?"
She sucked him off and licked at the flesh of his shaft as he gyrated his hips, moving it up and down in and out of her face.
"Aaaggghhh!" His eyes were wild with pleasure.
Marsha's tongue pressed all around him and it rubbed excitedly down her throat, swelling, pushing up and down and all around.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Christ! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, Christ! I think I'm going to cum again! Oh, Jesus Christ! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Marsha sucked harder, pulling at his hard swollen tool.
"Oh, suck me! Suck me!" His face screwed up in pleasure as she blew him off with her mouth. "Oh, God, what a blow-job!" Eddy moaned. "Uuunnnhhh!" His butt squirmed on the floor. "Oh, Yeahhhhh! Oh, suck on it! Ahhhhh!" He pushed against her, rolling over, making her roll with him, forcing her onto her back and scrambling atop her with his sex organs still buried in her face.
His dick head moved around inside her throat and his shaft swelled up till she thought it would burst her throat.
"I ... I'mmm Cummminggggg!"
His sperm shot up through his cock and out the end. It splattered down into her gorged throat and ran down deep inside.
She relaxed her lips and let him pull it out, his balls flopping down onto her chin, and then he rammed it in and out savagely between her lips. His heavy body pressed against her face as his penis rubbed inside her throat. He humped up and down, fucking her mouth as he had fucked her pussy. His sperm shot out in gushes and filled her entire mouth and throat.
"Oh, my God!" he groaned. "Ahhhhh! Jeez! It's so damned good!"
His white teenage cum oozed down her throat until, with a gasp, he pulled back, withdrawing his peter from her mouth. He flopped back over onto his back, panting and staring at the ceiling. His chest heaved as he panted with exhaustion.
She had drained his boyballs.
CHAPTER SIX
A sudden knock at the door echoed through the principal's office.
"Come in!" Marsha's voice was automatic, the voice of the principal, curt and business-like.
When the door opened, however, her curt manner melted away like a glycerine suppository stuck in a tight hot asshole. Standing outside was elderly, prim Miss Friggle and a scrumptious young blonde sexpot with a tight skirt and an even tighter sweater covering large swollen breasts. But, standing there on the other side of Miss Friggle was a sight that made Marsha's hot cunt pulse with desire. The most handsome boy Marsha had ever seen was standing there. He was a dark-haired, lean boy with flashing dark brown eyes and a complexion as clear as a baby's bottom. He was wearing a loose pullover brown sweatshirt and tan bell-bottom slacks that covered sleek masculine young legs and Marsha itched with a lustful desire at the thought of having those legs naked and stretched between her own.
Marsha's eyes focused automatically at that delightful point right between his legs where his pants were bulged around his big thick teenage cock.
Still staring at the boy's bulging crotch her voice asked automatically, "Yes, what is it, Miss Friggle?"
"It's disgusting, Mrs. Thrumble. Absolutely disgusting. Never in my life have I been so shocked and disgusted."
"What happened, Miss Friggle? Get to the point."
Miss Friggle shook her head as though still unable to believe the sight that had confronted her virgin eyes. In truth, however, this made about the sixth time she had been in Marsha's office with a pair of young teenagers for the same reason, and she had learned to act her part well.
"This is my period for being hall monitor," Miss Friggle began, "and I was just doing my duty. I was walking up and down, checking out any students in the hallway to make sure they had a pass."
"Please, Miss Friggle. I'm quite aware you're on hall duty. I'm the one who made out the schedule. And I'm quite aware of the duties of hall monitor. I'm the one who wrote the duties up. Now, please, get to the point."
Miss Friggle shut her eyes as though the horrid sight she had just witnessed was still taking place before her. "I was passing by the janitor's washroom. You know, Mr. Henderson's little closet in the hallway near the biology lab?"
Marsha nodded, impatient for Miss Friggle to get to the juicy part. The boy standing beside Miss Friggle shifted nervously from one foot to the other and Marsha could see the shape of his big placid penis moving in his pants. He obviously had an enormous cock and balls like a bull.
"I heard a noise coming from the closet," Miss Friggle said, "and so naturally, I had to open it and investigate. The door was closed, and it's always open whenever Mr. Henderson is working inside it."
"So you opened the door?"
"Yes. I opened the door, and there they were. Both of them. Oh, it was disgusting."
"What were they doing?" Marsha's voice was low and almost rasping with lustful thoughts. Her mind raced down into the gutter at an alarming rate, hanging onto every scrumptious detail of the sight behind the closet door as Miss Friggle spoke.
"The boy was standing there with ... with his pants down around his ankles and...."
"Just his pants, Miss Friggle? What about his shorts?" Every detail had to be given. Marsha's cunt was boiling down between her legs at the visual image she was painting in her mind of the two teenagers engaged in sex behind the door of the closet.
"He had his pants and his shorts down around his ankles-I could see his naked bottom. And this ... this degenerated girl had her dress pulled up. around her waist and her panties were pulled down around her knees."
"Yes, what were they doing?" Marsha's eyes were wide and glazed with lust and she fought the urge to slip her hand down between her legs and stick a finger under the elastic of her panties and up into her hot sex-slicked crack and poke it in and out in a sudden craze of self abuse.
"The boy," Miss Friggle went on, "was in a state of excitement and he was pressing his stomach and legs up against the girl. His ... : organ was ... erect."
A tingling sensation was beginning to develop down between Marsha's legs. My God, she was going to cum. She was going to have an orgasm just listening to the lurid details.
"The boy's organ was erect," Miss Friggle said, disgusted, "and sticking up. He had put it in the girl. They were ... they were...."
"Engaged in intercourse?" Marsha asked, finishing Miss Friggle's sentence for her. She felt a climax rising up inside her trembling legs, "Yes, they were engaged in intercourse. He was poking his organ in and out."
Marsha's legs tensed as a sudden surge of beautiful pleasure flooded her body and she heaved a silent "Ahhhh!" as she reached orgasm. Oh, God.
She had cum just by thinking about the boy and the girl fucking in the closet.
"So they were ... how did you say it ... fucking?"
Miss Friggle's mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. "Mrs. Thrumble! What a thing to say!"
Marsha was having difficulty holding back her amusement at the old woman's pretended indignation.
"So the boy had his COCK in the girl's PUSSY and they were FUCKING?"
"Mrs. Thrumble!" The old woman's face had turned a dark beet red and she sputtered the words. "I dare say...."
"I dare say that will be all, Miss Friggle. I'll take care of things now. You two youngsters stay here," Marsha said. "You may go, Miss Friggle."
Miss Friggle spun on her heels in indignant outrage. "I never," she sputtered, and marched off in prim self-righteousness.
Marsha closed the door and turned to the young boy and girl standing nervously before her desk. She sat down behind the massive metal desk and pushed her chair up close to it. Quickly her hand moved down and out of sight of the youngsters and she slipped a finger under her panties and into her hot steaming pussy. She quickly located her throbbing clitoris and began rubbing it with the tip of her finger. Her legs trembled at the intense pleasure she was causing.
"I'll have to have your names," Marsha said, picking up her pen with one hand while the other worked away down between her legs.
"It's all my fault, Mrs. Thrumble," the boy stammered. "Please, don't take down her name. I'm to blame."
The girl blushed. "Billy."
"I made her do it, Mrs. Thrumble. Please let her go."
"All right," Marsha said, at last, her finger frigging away frantically between her shaking legs at the idea of having this handsome young student alone and to herself. "You may go, young lady," she said.
The girl turned to the boy, her eyes soft and warm with an appreciation she couldn't express before the principal. "Billy, I ... thank you, Billy."
The boy blushed and lowered his head and the girl swallowed, almost choking as tears came to her eyes and she opened the door. Stepping out, she closed it, and hurried away, her legs trembling and barely able to support her.
"And now, young man," Marsha said, her finger still rubbing back and forth against her tingling clitoris. "I have to have your name."
"William Morris."
Marsha wrote his name slowly on a piece of paper she knew would only end up in the wastebasket. "Now, Billy, what have you got to say for yourself? How did all this happen?"
"It was all my fault," the young boy said again. "I was ... sexually aroused, and I talked her into it. I wanted it so bad. I know I did wrong."
Marsha smiled to put the youth at ease. "Poor Billy. You were hot and worked up and your cock was good and hard, and then,-just when you had it in the girl, there's Miss Friggle opening the door and ruining everything."
The boy swallowed and shuffled his feet.
"You didn't have time to have an orgasm, did you?"
"Wh ... what?"
Marsha smiled. "You didn't have time to cum?"
The boy stammered, unable to speak, but the principal's torrid description of the sex act was beginning to do things to his body. His penis began twitching up, jerking into a life of its own, bulging up and out in his pants.
Marsha watched the growing bulge, her eyes wide and eager. She pulled her wet finger away from her steaming cunt and stood and walked up close to the boy and touched his arm.
"I wish I could have seen it," she said, stroking his arm and cooing softly. "That big hard prick of yours, red and wet, sliding in and out of her cunt."
"I ... I...." The boy couldn't believe his ears.
Marsha eased a hand up under the boy's sweatshirt and touched the bare skin of his hard flat belly and moved it up and around. She stroked his young hairless chest and then, with her other hand, she reached down and began unfastening his belt.
"Mrs. Thrumble, I...."
Marsha unsnapped the front of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. "Oh, Billy," she cooed. "Oh, my sweet young Billy."
She pulled his pants down.
"You're a handsome-looking boy, Billy."
She pushed down his shorts.
"Oh, Billy! It's so big!"
Billy's gorgeous manhood sprang up begging for attention. Dropping to her knees, Marsha buried her face in the moist brown mound of hair that surrounded Billy's penis. The scent of the boy's sex was strong in her nostrils, and excited Marsha still further. She had never wanted anyone more than she wanted Billy at that moment.
Marsha licked up the base of Billy's rigid shaft and teased him by running her tongue around the crown of his cock.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Billy cooed with delight at the lovely sensations she was causing down between his legs. "Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! It feels good. Unhhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
Marsha shifted her attention to Billy's golden spheres where they hung down in their pubic hair-covered sacs between his soft boyish thighs. She sucked one of the golden balls into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. It was salty with the perspiration of young manhood and tasted strongly of the musky odor of the young Adonis she was seducing.
"Oh, God! It feels so good! Oh, Mrs. Thrumble! Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop!"
Marsha had no intention of stopping.
Letting the sperm-filled orb slide out of her mouth, she drew the other one in. She bit down on it gently with her teeth and felt Billy jerk back as a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through him.
Marsha released her hold on the golden sperm-filled sac and took the head of Billy's cock slowly into her mouth. With her hands she took hold of Billy's naked buttocks and pulled him close. The velvet smooth shaft slid further back into her hot eager mouth.
"Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh!" The boy's legs trembled at the almost unbearable sensations she was causing in his big hard penis. "Ohhhhh!"
Marsha sucked on the slippery flesh of his tool and rolled her tongue up to the tiny slit on the head of his cock.
"Uuunnnhhh! Ahhhhhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Reaching up with her arms as she sucked on his shaft, Marsha's eager hands tore off the young boy's shirt. Her excited fingers trembled as they caressed the smooth skin of Billy's chest and belly.
With tender loving nibbles she bit lightly on the hard rigid shaft that filled her mouth so completely.
Fervently she closed her lips lightly down on the steel-hard shaft and with her mouth covering the swollen purple head she began to pump up and down on the hard rigid muscle.
He moaned and his face was beautifully flushed and excited. His brown eyes sparkled as Marsha's hands slowly swept down his legs, caressing their nakedness, moving her fingers down to his ankles. She unfastened his shoes with her hands while her mouth moved back and forth over his hard sex instrument.
She pulled his legs up one at a time and drew off his shoes and socks. Then she peeled his pants and briefs from around his legs, leaving him naked from the waist down. Satisfied now to have him standing there with nothing on but his T-shirt, she once more concentrated her attention on that lovely area right between his legs.
"Don't stop!" Billy moaned, his eyes glazed with excitement. "Oh, Christ, it feels good!"
Then she slowly pulled her mouth away, replacing it with her hands around his steaming wet cock, looking at his body as she curled one hand around the shaft of his penis and let the other one remain free to wander over his body. She pulled the foreskin slowly, moving it down from over his hard bulbous penis head, then sliding the skin back up to cover it again. She continued this movement, masturbating him slowly, watching his penis throb and jerk in her massaging fingers.
"Mmmmmnnnnn!" he cooed, spreading his legs far apart.
Marsha twirled her tongue around his balls, tasting their saltiness and manipulated his penis with her fingers, rubbing them up over the tip where the clear liquid in his nuts was oozing up. She rubbed it around over his cockhead as she brushed her lips over his balls.
"Oh, it feels good, real good!" Billy sighed.
Marsha removed her mouth from his balls.
"Oh, don't stop!" Billy begged. "Please don't stop."
He looked down, his eyes full of excited desire. He watched her pulling the skin of his dick up and down with her fingers. He watched her smear the fluid that trickled out all over it, making it slide slipperily in her hand.
Marsha's tongue worked out and began licking the underside of his dick as she masturbated him. Squeezing and pulling the top part of his penis in her fingers, she licked all around the bottom half, taking him sideways in her mouth down there and working her tongue all around.
The sweet taste of his cock filled her mouth and she savored the taste as she fingered the tip.
"God! Oh, Jeez! Uuummmnnn!"
Her tongue licked around the shaft as her mouth moved up and down the length of the slippery organ. Her tongue worked around the head as she pulled back with her mouth, almost releasing his organ from her lips. She tasted the sticky fluid that oozed out, then pushed back down. His cock disappeared completely as her face burrowed down against his boy smelling crotch.
"Uuummmnnnhhh! Ahhhhh!"
She wrapped her tongue around his shaft as her lips pumped up and down its length. She sucked on it, the suction pulling it deep down into her throat, almost gagging her. She licked it all over as it gorged her mouth. Then she sucked and sucked and sucked.
"Ohhhhh, Jeez! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Marsha sucked harder, pulling it down her throat so deep she could feel it below her tonsils.
"I'mmmmmm gonnnnnna cummmmmmmm! Uuuunnnhhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" His legs jerked in spasms and he shot it off. It geysered up through his shaft into the deep confines of her throat, spurting out and shooting all over. She slid her mouth up and down rapidly, and his cock erupted again, sperm shooting all over the interior of her mouth."
"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!"
His cock jerked into yet another spasm, filling her mouth to the brim, overflowing and making white boyish cum trickle from her lips and run down her chin."
"Uuuuummmmmnnnnnhhhhh!!!"
Marsha trembled, her body excited beyond control by the heated naked body of the teenage boy. She had to have him-now!
She pulled her face away, and at that very moment his cock jerked in yet another spasm, shooting out a fourth fountain of sperm, and it splattered against her face, covering her with the creamy, sweet-tasting cum.
Billy's eyes were closed now and he didn't see it happen. His prick was jutting out, unsupported, throbbing hard and red and he was dizzy from the sensations it was causing in his body. Marsha reached over and picked up his white cotton briefs and wiped off her face, deeply inhaling his boyish odors which had perfumed the soft material. She buried her face into them, smelling them all over.
Then she sank down to the floor and reached up and took Billy's hands in hers. Leaning back, she pulled him down. Billy opened his eyes, staring down at her. She pulled her dress up, hiking it high up above her waist, and she peeled her panties down around her ankles. She kicked them off as she pulled the boy atop her. Their naked bodies stretched out together and she could feel Billy's penis, still hard and oozing creamy cum out the tip, burrowing down into her pubic hairs.
Marsha spread her legs far apart, reached down and grasped his cock. She pressed the tip between the lips of her pussy.
"Fuck me, Billy!"
"Oh, God!" The boy's voice quivered with nervous excitement, his face still flushed from his recent ejaculation.
"Stick it in, Billy!"
He pushed down, his dick spreading apart the lips of her cunt as it sunk down into her, pressing down into her slippery passage. "Uuunnnhhh!" he moaned.
"Fuck me, Billy! Give me the best fuck I've ever had!"
Marsha felt his hot penis down inside her, sliding back and forth, rubbing against her clitoris. "Oh, Billy! You're still so hard and so big! You're so good, Billy! Your cock feels so good! Do it to me, Billy!"
The boy pumped in and out, his balls flopping against her legs, his plump buttocks bucking up and down atop her.
"Aaahhhhh, Billy! Aaahhhhh!"
His cock jutted down inside her, his trim young body pounding it in and out like a battering ram.
"Ahhhhh! Oh, fuck!" he moaned, shoving it far up into her twat, filling her womanly channel with his thick slippery organ. He shoved it in and out, closing his eyes, sighing.
Marsha screamed, almost too loudly, his bigness almost hurting her, her clitoris jolting into orgasm beneath its pressure.
"Fuck Meeeee! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, God! Fuck Meeeee!"
Her body rocked with convulsive sensations, her orgasm flooding her depths with a warm unbearable tingling. "I'm Cumming!"
"Oh, me too! Me too!" The boy bucked wildly, driving it in and out, screwing down into the far depths of her channel and his sperm gushed out into her. His jism shot down, coating the walls of her tight passageway. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" he cried out. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!!!"
He collapsed atop her, exhausted, drained, his chest heaving and his face flushed with pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he sighed. "It was so good. So good."
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a commotion in the hallway causing Marsha to look up from her desk where she had become lost in an early morning daydream. She shook her head as she rose up from her chair. A new day had hardly begun and already something was happening to break into her beautiful sexual fantasies.
The noise of excited voices drifted into her office and outside the door she heard her secretary saying, "Oh, my God!"
Marsha hurried from her desk to the door. "What is it, Mrs. Clawson? What happened?"
Marsha stared unbelievingly at the sight which confronted her in the hallway. Young Mark Robinson who she had seduced only the day before in the boys' restroom was coming down the corridor dressed in his gym outfit of. T-shirt, shorts, and athletic shoes. His lean muscular legs moved slowly but surely forward as he held his arms around another youth to support him and guide him forward. It was the condition of the other boy that was causing the commotion. His hair was tassled and his face smeared with streaks of dirt. Blood trickled down slowly from a small gash over his right eye. His clothing was gone. Mark was holding a blanket in place over his shoulders to cover his nakedness. Still the boy's long lean legs were revealed almost entirely beneath the blanket and as his legs moved the blanket parted just enough to reveal part of his hard lean thighs. There was a big red scrape on one leg and his feet were bare. He held one arm up, wincing in pain, his head hung low, blushing with embarrassment at the stares he was receiving from the students and teachers who passed them in the hallway.
Slowly Mark moved the youth up the corridor toward Marsha's office, holding the blanket tightly in place, talking softly to the boy as they advanced. And then Marsha saw who the boy was-Chuck Elliot, who had been playing doctor with Timmy in the shower room.
Mrs. Clawson got up from her typewriter and hurried up to help them, using one hand to push the blanket into place to cover Chuck's body which was being a little bit too much revealed as he walked.
As they moved up to her Chuck looked up at Marsha with his big soft eyes and he bit his lip nervously. Marsha stepped back into her office.
"Bring him on in," she said softly, motioning to the leather-covered sofa in the corner of her office. Mark and the secretary helped the boy over to the sofa and carefully pulled the blanket off his shoulders and around his body in one slow motion as he lay down so that his nakedness was constantly covered. He lay there, covered only by the blanket, looking up at them like an injured animal, his brown eyes almost wild.
Marsha took Mark's arm and asked the obvious question. "What happened, Mark?"
The young boy, who only the day before had been poking his cock in and out of Marsha's cunt, answered softly. "He was wrestling around with two other boys in our physical education class. I don't know how it started, but they were holding him down so he couldn't move and they had already tore off his clothes before I could get to him to drag them off. They had already bruised him up pretty good trying to hold him down."
Marsha looked at the pretty faced adolescent lying on the sofa, his face wincing in pain as he held his injured arm.
"Do you want me to call a doctor, Mrs. Thrumble?" the secretary asked, moving to the door.
Marsha hesitated. "No, not yet," she said at last. "Let me take a look at him first. I don't think his arm's broken."
"No," Mark said. "It's not. The coach already looked at it. They just twisted it a little, that's all."
Marsha nodded. "No, we won't call in a doctor then, but I'll have a look to be sure anyway."
Mrs. Clawson nodded in agreement. "It looks like his pride is hurt more than anything." She moved out the door. "If you need me for anything, just call me," she added, moving back to her typewriter.
Marsha turned to Mark and the presence of his scantily clad male body began to arouse her sexually crazed body. "Who did it to him, Mark?" she asked, her eyes drifting down to catch a naughty glance at Mark's long naked legs below his gym shorts.
"I ... I don't want to get anybody in trouble, Mrs. Thrumble."
There was a sound from the sofa as Chuck cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. "I ... I'll tell you, Mrs. Thrumble. But first, you have to know that they didn't mean to hurt me."
Marsha moved over to the sofa where he was laying and knelt down and opened up the first aid kit.
"We were just playing around and got carried away," Chuck said, his voice painful with physical discomfort and embarrassment.
Marsha took out a small bottle of tincture of iodine.
"What happened?" she asked, wondering what could have provoked their tearing his clothes while they held him down squirming. "And who did it?"
Chuck hesitated a long moment. "Eddy Lambert and Billy Morris did it. The reason...." his voice broke and his face flushed a deep red.
Marsha realized he was too embarrassed to talk to her in front of Mark. She moved a hand up and lay it on his leg. Turning, she looked at Mark standing there in his gym shorts and spoke. "Mark, run down to the boys' washroom and bring me back some water and some paper towels, will you? You can get an empty vase from Mrs. Clawson to carry the water in."
Mark nodded and hurried from the room. Marsha opened the bottle of iodine solution and applied a small amount to the cut over the boy's eye.
Marsha had been shocked when he had said the two names of two of the boys she had fucked that very week. In fact the whole thing seemed unreal because she had watched Chuck himself in the shower with Timmy, playing that sex curdling game of doctor and her body had craved to seduce him just as much as Timmy.
Now here he was, lying naked before her in her office, and involved in some strange affair with two of her lovers, and brought into her by a third.
"There was a third guy too," Chuck added suddenly. "A guy named Tim Jacobs. He held me down while Billy and Eddy took off my clothes and...." He smiled as he mentioned Timmy's name. "But like I said, we were just horsing around. They didn't mean to hurt me. Everyone just jumped to the wrong conclusion, that's all."
Marsha shook her head in disbelief. Now the circle was complete. Timmy, the fourth and last of her student lovers was involved in the mess. She went to the door and called outside to her secretary. "Mrs. Clawson, would you please have Tim Jacobs, William Morris, and Edward Lambert report to my office at the end of his period." Then Marsha turned and walked back to the sofa.
"But I told you we were just playing," Chuck said.
Marsha nodded. "Don't worry, Chuck. I just want to talk to them." She changed the conversation back to the incident in the gym class. "What happened, Chuck? What was going on? Why did they want to take off your clothes?"
The boy's face flushed still a deeper shade of red and he lowered his head, unable to look Marsha in the eyes. "The ... other day ... I was in the shower with Timmy and ... and...."
Marsha stared at him, not believing he was going to tell her about the game of doctor.
"We were ... playing doct ... I was ... I played with Timmy's...."
Marsha's cunt began throbbing down between her legs. "You played with Timmy's what?" she asked, knowing exactly what he meant, but perversely wanting to force him to tell her every detail.
Chuck raised his head and his big brown eyes stared into her own. "I ... I played with his penis."
Marsha's hand squeezed his leg, rubbing it over the knee through the blanket.
"I don't understand, Chuck. What did that have to do with their taking off your clothes?" She frowned. "I know all boys mess around like that, but what happened today?"
Chuck stared at her, his brown eyes wide and his pretty face glowing with the innocence of youth.
"Well, you see, playing around in the shower kind of made us ... like buddies. We were grabbing at each other ... down between the legs and one thing led to another. Eddy and Billy started horsing around too, and pretty soon I got hold of Billy's thing and I hung on to him, not letting go, squeezing and making him get hard." Chuck blushed as he felt her hand slowly rub his leg. That, combined with the recalling of the sex game in gym class was getting him hot and bothered.
Marsha nodded, urging him to go on.
"Well, when I let him go he said he was going to get me back and he and the others ganged up on me."
Marsha's eyes flashed with excitement and her hand crept under the blanket to find Chuck's leg and she caressed his naked flesh in the same place, just above his knee. In the process, the blanket rose up, riding up his legs, exposing his body clear up past his thighs.
"You won't tell anyone, will you Mrs. Thrumble? They were going to ... to...." He trembled as her hand gently massaged his fleshy leg.
"No. No, I won't tell. What were they going to do?"
Chuck's voice cracked nervously as he spoke once again. "They were going to ... to hold me so Billy could get even." He lowered his head again, obviously embarrassed at what he was saying.
"So you tried to fight them off, but they held you and your clothes got torn?" Marsha's hand worked further up inside the blanket as she talked, massaging the upper portion of his leg, creeping up his thigh as she rubbed his flesh. "Tell me what they did, Chuck. Tell me every detail."
"They held me down," Chuck said, a puzzled look on his face, wondering what Marsha was driving at, "and Billy grabbed me down there between the legs. The coach was off at the other end of the field watching the other guys play soccer, so we were all alone." Chuck drew in a deep breath and went on. "Well, Billy kept squeezing me down there and pretty soon ... I got ... HARD."
"And then what happened, Chuck?"
"Well, after they got my clothes off...."
"No, tell me how they took them off. Tell me every detail."
Chuck blushed. "I ... I don't understand."
Marsha's hand stroked his thigh eagerly, her fingers creeping slowly toward his crotch.
Chuck squirmed uneasily on the sofa beneath the blanket, his naked body trembling at the thought of where she was slowly moving that hand.
"I want to know about how they took off your clothes. How did that happen?"
Chuck's face had turned a deep red.
"I know that they got you worked up, holding you down and squeezing you down there, but I want to hear all the details of how they tore off your clothes."
Chuck stared into her eyes, his face frozen with a puzzled expression.
"Did you ... like it when they were doing it, Chuck?"
The boy's upper lip trembled.
"Did you like it when they squeezed your penis?"
Chuck closed his eyes. I ... I guess, a little. I couldn't help it. I got so excited."
Marsha's hand stroked his leg and her voice was soft and soothing.
"Tell me about it, Chuck."
The boy's voice was almost whimpering as her fingers crept up and a fingernail gently scraped the lower surface of one of his testicles.
"My God!" Between his legs the limp penis the blanket covered was coming to life and growing bigger in sharp, jerking movements.
"Could you have stopped them, Chuck? If you had really wanted to?"
Chuck's head shook, his lip quivered, and he spoke. "I ... I don't know. Maybe I could have stopped them."
Marsha's fingernail gently nudged his fleshy testicle.
"Maybe I could have stopped them if I had tried. But I ... I was trying to get away. I wasn't just letting them do it to me."
Suddenly the door opened. Marsha yanked her hand from the blanket and pulled it down in one swift motion. Her body hid the action from Mark as he stood in the doorway.
"I got the water and the paper towels," he said, stepping into the room and seeing the jerking bump the blanket was making between Chuck's legs, he shut the door gently and stared at Marsha and Chuck.
Chuck heaved a sigh of relief, then, suddenly aware of his embarrassing condition, he drew up his legs and the throbbing bulge in the blankets disappeared.
Mark looked into Marsha's eyes, his own eyes wide as he moved forward with the water. Marsha winked at him, and took it from his hand, along with the paper towels. She folded up a towel and dipped it in the luke-warm water and squeezed out most of the water.
"Go on," she said to Chuck, as she moved her hand up to his face and began wiping off the streaks of dirt that smudged his face. "What happened, Chuck? How did your clothes get torn off?"
Chuck closed his eyes and his body seemed to stiffen. "I said something to them to make them take off my clothes. I didn't say it on purpose. I shouldn't have said it, but I did. I almost forced them to take off my gym clothes and strip me down naked."
"What did you say, Chuck?" Marsha asked, pushing the blanket down from his shoulders and using the wet towel to wipe up the smudges of dirt there, pushing the blanket down further and further down his chest as she attacked smudge after smudge.
"I ... I ... Oh, Jeez," Chuck said. "I'm ashamed."
Marsha's hand pushed the blanket still further down, exposing the upper part of his stomach. She worked the wet towel gently over his nipples, feeling them grow hard beneath her fingers, and worked down over his stomach, pushing the towel down, exposing his navel.
"Did you ask them to do it, Chuck?" she asked, her eyes staring eagerly at his naked torso, his hairless chest, and his beautiful smooth belly. "Did "you ask them to take off your clothes?"
Chuck shook his head, denying it. "No." His body jerked nervously as her hand pushed the blanket down way below his navel. "God!" He squirmed nervously, and Mark stood, staring, his eyes wide, watching Marsha's hand expose more and more of Chuck's body to their eyes. A fraction of an inch more and....
"I said ... why didn't they go ahead and take off my clothes if they wanted to jack me off."
Marsha raised up and moved down to Chuck's feet. Chuck moved his hands down, ready to pull the blanket back up over his nakedness, but Marsha stopped him. "Let it dry, first," she said. "Your stomach's all wet." She pushed the blanket up over his legs exposing them completely to view so that the blanket was draped only across his middle. Except for that, he was entirely naked before their eyes.
"I guess I should have known that saying it would be enough to make them dare to do it," Chuck said. "Oh, God!" Marsha had set aside the wet paper towel and she was caressing the entire length of his naked legs, running her light fingers maddeningly over every inch of his skin and moving dangerously close up on the insides. "I ... I told them that if they were going to do it, they might as well do it right." Chuck closed his eyes. "I said it real sarcastically, but I think they thought I really wanted them to do it. I don't think they knew I was. just being sarcastic."
Marsha's fingers stroked up and down his golden legs, tracing teasing circles in the down of hair that covered them. "Why there's nothing wrong with that, Chuck. All boys want to mess around with each other. Most of them are just too embarrassed to admit it. You shouldn't be mad at them for what they did."
Chuck opened his eyes, staring at her, his brown eyes shining.
"I told them I guessed they were too chicken to take off my clothes and do it right. So Timmy said I had asked for it and that I was going to get it. They all agreed with him. They started pulling on my T-shirt and Billy started pulling down my shorts while Timmy held me down."
Marsha's hand worked its way up the inner side of his legs slowly, Gently squeezing his flesh.
"I squirmed around," Chuck said, "trying to stop them. That's how my clothes got torn. I couldn't just let them do it without putting up a fight. And then...."
"Then what, Chuck?"...." when they had me naked, Bill...."
"Billy played with your cock?"
Chuck nodded. "He grabbed hold of it and started jacking me off while they watched. He played with my penis and masturbated me. Timmy held my arms and then Eddy started squeezing my nuts while Billy jacked me off. I know it's wrong, but I let them do it. Billy and Eddy were both playing with me down there and they were really going to town. I could have stopped them, but I didn't. Then Mark ran up to help me."
He stared at Marsha, apology written all over his face. "I think they would have made me cum if Mark hadn't stopped them."
Marsha was obviously excited at the idea of him being masturbated to orgasm, his sperm spurting out onto his stomach as the three other boys held him down and raped him with their hands.
"Does...." Chuck stammered, "that make me a queer or not?"-"No, don't be silly," Marsha said. "A lot of boys mess around with other boys like that. But at the same time, they like to mess around with girls too. As long as you like girls, you're not a queer."
Her hand moved still further up, moving beneath the blanket, almost up to his maleness which still lay hidden from her eyes. "I think that kind of thing happens all the time," Marsha said. "And there's certainly nothing wrong with it."
Chuck blushed for the hundredth time. "I ... I hope you're right," he said. "I know I like girls. I've never had a girl, but I like them, and I'd like to have one."
Marsha nodded. "You're definitely not queer then."
He lay there, staring at her, and then staring up at Mark and saw the big bulge in the front of Mark's gym shorts jerk in sharp spasms.
"I couldn't help it, Mrs. Thrumble," Chuck said, sighing. "Every time I see a girl's legs, I get all excited. But when they did that to me, I couldn't help but get excited at that too. I guess I'm oversexed or something. I'm always jacking off."
Marsha melted as his big brown eyes looked deep into her own.
"Would you like for me to jack you off now, Chuck?"
Chuck started to open his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
Slowly Marsha stroked his long legs, her fingers running soothingly up and down the outside, then down the inner side, her fingertips caressing his naked flesh, her hands moving painfully slow. Almost all of his naked body was revealed to view and the blanket hid only the middle of his slender figure. Marsha devoured his exposed flesh with her eyes.
Mark stared, his legs trembling, his throat dry, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Marsha's hand found its way high up on Chuck's thigh, up under the folds of the blanket, and she kept it there and began to feel and caress and to move it slowly and gently up and down his thigh, caressing his plump smooth body. Slowly her hand went higher and pushed in beneath him, gently shoving Chuck over onto his side. Her hand continued its exploration, slowly, ( cautiously, arriving at last at his bottom. She held it there a long time, slowly and softly caressing the plump fat cheeks, and gently squeezing them with her fingers. Then her fingers worked their way down into the crevice of his buttocks. Chuck shoved his bottom out, reacting to her exciting caresses, and her fingers brushed lightly over his anal opening, sending shivers up his spine.
She continued caressing his bottom for some time, and Mark, who was standing there in his gym outfit could take no more. Watching the movements of the blanket as her hand probed beneath it, he shoved his own hand down the front of his shorts and found his throbbing organ with his fingers. As he slowly began pulling it down inside his shorts, he saw Marsha's second hand move slowly up under the blanket toward the most intimate portion of Chuck's body.
Suddenly Chuck trembled as he felt Marsha's hand moving up between his legs, caressing him all over. She gently ran her fingertips through the downy growth of hair on his upper thighs, toying with her fingers, working her hand up higher and higher. Then her fingers worked up and around, brushing into the light bunch of pubic hair that lay below his belly. Slowly, gently, her hand worked down, and then suddenly her damp hand eased down and gently took hold of the boy's penis. He had a jerking hard-on. With one hand continuing to caress the crevice of his asshole and his plump adolescent buttocks, her other hand gently pressed at the most intimate part of his body down below his navel. She slowly squeezed his hard stiff penis, surprised at its size. He was extremely well developed.
Mark watched, his hand jerking down inside his shorts as he stood there watching them, his feet planted apart and breathing heavily. He watched as Chuck rolled back over onto his back, giving Marsha free access to his throbbing tool down between his legs. Marsha's hand slipped out from under his buttocks as he changed position, and quickly pushed down between his legs and cupped around his golden balls which hung like ripe peaches below his hard stem. She caressed his private parts for a long time, working his cock up bigger and harder with each passing second, he hands toying with the hard cock and the big nuts beneath the blanket. Then she stepped up her maddening caresses. Her hand gripped around his prick and she began moving the foreskin up, little by little, up the length of his cock, then down, down again. She moved her hand up and then down, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the big knob at the end of his peter.
Mark's eyes glazed over as he watched her deliberately and skillfully masturbate Chuck's naked body beneath the blanket.
Chuck cooed with delight, opening his legs wide so her hand could move freely and he arched his buttocks up as her hand slid up and down his prick. "Aaaggghhh!" He moaned with pleasure.
Marsha smiled, delighted at the boy's response to her caresses. She continued to play with his big stiff penis and caressed his balls.
He gave himself up completely to the sensations his body was experiencing. Marsha was doing it perfectly, as though she had spent half her life masturbating young boy's cocks. God, how good it was. His body shuddered as the foreskin of his penis slid up and down. Her hand was soft and warm around his swollen instrument and the pleasureful sensations in his penis were almost unbearable. He felt a sensuous tingling race all up and down his body, enjoying the sensation of being masturbated by another pair of hands, a pair of hands so gentle and soft he couldn't believe it.
Marsha moved her hand up and down slowly beneath the blanket, looking into the boy's eyes as she masturbated him, making it last a long time, wanting it to be perfectly beautiful for the sweet-faced youth.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!"
Mark's own hand jerked between his legs as he watched them.
"Uuunnnhhh! Ah, Jeez! Ohhhhh! My God! Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck moaned and his back arched up. "Oh, God, I can't hold back any more! I'm going to cum, Mrs. Thrumble! Oh, Christ! I can feel it coming!"
Marsha's hand moved, more quickly, masturbating him faster and faster.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
He shot his load, his prick quivering in her hand, his body growing rigid and his legs trembling. " Aaarrrggghhhhh!!!"
Marsha's fingers cupped up over the knob of his spurting rod and his sperm geysered up into her palm while her other hand jerked up and down on his ejaculating prick at lightning speed.
Chuck's eyes closed and he let it happen, lost in an ecstasy of pleasure as though he were having a beautiful dream.
The sperm shot up into Marsha's hand, and part of it spurted through her fingers and suddenly there was a big wet spot in the blanket which covered her moving hands. She smeared his boyish cum over the head of his prick with the palm of her hand, making him tremble into a last spasm of orgasm. Then she slowed down, relaxing her hand as his body fell back onto the sofa, exhausted.
She picked up the wet paper towel and gently wiped off the tip of his sperm smeared organ of boyhood.
"Unh! Unh!"
Marsha turned, and her eyes widened as she saw Mark standing there. His arm was stretched down and his hand thrust deep into his shorts, and there was no doubt about what he was doing.
Marsha and Chuck looked at each other and they both smiled.
"Shall we?" Marsha asked him.
Chuck needed no more persuading. He was up from the sofa, and together he and Marsha lay Mark down in his place and stripped off all his clothing. Marsha pulled Mark's T-shirt up, baring his torso, pulling it up and off over his head while Chuck fumbled excitedly at Mark's gym shoes, pulling eagerly at the white cotton laces and then pulling off the shoes and the white wool socks beneath them.
Together he and Marsha knelt over Mark's body, naked now except for the white cotton gym shorts. His bare legs and naked belly was working them both up to a feverish excitement.
Marsha reached out and stroked one of Mark's legs, working her hand upward. She worked it up, touching the cotton cloth of his shorts, and then she eased it up inside the leg of the loose shorts, up toward the bulging lump right between his legs.
Her hand touched hot bare genital flesh.
Mark moaned as her hand gripped him and squeezed him down there.
"My God, Chuck," Marsha said. "He's not wearing an athletic supporter. He's not wearing a jock strap."
Chuck's eyes shined with excitement.
"Put your hand up his other leg," Marsha said. "You're just not going to believe it."
Chuck eagerly pushed his hand up the other leg of Mark's gym shorts and his fingers trembled as they touched Mark's hot testicles and then Mark's hot throbbing penis. His penis was all wet and sticky and slippery with the liquid that had been oozing out of Mark's prick. Chuck's hand encircled the shaft at the top and Marsh's hand encircled it at the bottom, and they both squeezed at the slippery organ.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, Jeez!" Mark groaned with excitement.
Slowly Marsha and Chuck pulled their hands together, pulling the skin of Mark's prick upward, pushing the foreskin up over the tip. Then, squeezing, they began pulling it back down again.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" Mark squirmed as their hands worked together down inside his shorts. Chuck's own penis was sticking up hard from the pubic hairs between his legs, and he moaned softly as Marsha reached up and touched him there with her free hand and began stroking his flesh with her fingertips.
"Pull down his shorts, Chuck," Marsha said, both of her hands occupied with the two boys' raging hard-ons. With his free hand Chuck reached up to the elastic band of Mark's shorts and tugged them down. Mark looked down at the activity taking place between his legs and raised his buttocks, allowing Chuck to slide the gym shorts down. Mark's hard erect penis came into view as it throbbed in the grips of the two hands that were masturbating it. Mark's balls flopped into view at the base of his penis as the shorts moved downward. Chuck drew them down his legs and off his feet. Mark was laying stark naked now, and Marsha and Chuck stared at the big penis between his legs as it jerked and spurted out little trickles of spermy liquid. Although the two cocks Marsha gripped were about the same length, she judged that Mark's was a bit longer.
"Chuck, move up and lay down with your head on the other end of the sofa," she said, her hands reluctantly stopping the sliding motions they were making in the two boys' groins and she drew them away.
"Why, what are we going to do?" Chuck asked, disappointed that he had to release Mark's penis as he shifted his body around and lay back so that one leg stretched out along Mark's side, and the other, he pushed between Mark's legs and out along Mark's other side.
"Now scoot up toward each other," Marsha said.
The two boys followed her instructions.
"Scoot down more," Marsha said, "till your butts are touching."
They scooted tight against each other, their naked buttocks pressing together.
"Now open your legs and press right up together until your balls are touching."
"Jesus, Mrs. Thrumble," Mark said. "What're you going to do to us?"
Their balls pressed tight together as their pricks stretched up their bellies, throbbing and oozing liquid cock juice.
Marsha took a penis in each hand, and pulled them up off the boys' bodies to a vertical position, making one cock press against the other. The boys' penis shafts pressed together along their entire lengths. Marsha squeezed them still tighter together with her hands, and, smiling at the moaning of the two boys, she began masturbating them both at once. Squeezing the pricks together, her hands began sliding up, pulling both prick skins at the same time, making both foreskins push up over the purplish twin cockheads. Then she slid her hands down, peeling back the foreskins all the way, revealing the two shiny knobs of bulbous prick. Dribbles of spermy liquid oozed out of the tips and trickled down the two shafts, mingling together into one large trickle which oozed down onto Marsha's fingertips.
Both boys moaned.
Their two slippery penis shafts slid and squished together, hot sticky flesh against hot sticky flesh. Her hands slid up and down, again and again, making their genitals drip with oozing creamy liquid.
"Ohhhhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
"Aaaggghhh!"
Both boys moaned as their dicks slipped around over each other in her hands. They stared down at their nakedness and at their tightly united cocks as Marsha masturbated them. Their eyes glazed over with unbearable excitement and the sensations created by Marsha's mutual masturbating of their bodies made their legs tremble and their hearts beat wildly.
Marsha's hands slid down to the bases of their pricks, holding them so that they stuck straight up together and she began licking up the sweet fluids that oozed from the tips. Her fingers squeezed the bases of their shafts, milking them to force more boyish fluids to ooze out to her waiting tongue.
Mark and Chuck watched fascinated as she pressed their genitals together and licked all around them. Squeezing their shafts in one hand, she used the other to caress their legs and fondle their big hairy balls swelling up and throbbing.
They watched as Marsha licked eagerly all around their oozing cock slits, and then, they saw her mouth opening and moving down, taking the two cockheads inside. Her lips closed around the twin shafts.
"Oh, my God," Mark said. "She's going to suck us, Chuck, suck both our cocks at once."
Chuck was trembling with excitement. "Oh, Jeez," he said. "Ohhh! I can feel your cock pressing against mine, Mark. God it feels good, feeling them rubbing against each other. Ahhh!"
"Oh, Christ!" Mark moaned. "I've never had anything feel this good before."
"Not even jacking off with soap feels this good," Chuck said, squirming on the sofa, his bare buttocks sliding forward to press closely against Mark's own. "Damn, I love feeling your ass pressed against mine, Mark."
Mark nodded, closing his eyes and groaning.
Marsha pushed her lips down, forcing her throat to accept the massive volume of the two penis shafts. She forced her mouth down, jamming them into it till she thought her throat would split. Still she worked her mouth lower and lower toward their hair covered groins. She wanted every inch of their massive boy organs in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" Chuck groaned in delight. Mark's penis was being pressed tightly against his own and he could feel every inch of his friend's hot throbbing shaft. "Oh, damn, it's good."
Marsha's throat gave way, opening up, and suddenly filling up with hot penis shafts, accepting them both-all the way down.
Their shafts had entirely disappeared into her face. Marsha began a wild savage sucking action, milking both cocks at the same time with her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Mark groaned. "Mmmnnn!"
She moved her hands away from their bodies, down off the sofa. Slowly she began removing her clothes, never lifting her face from the two aching groins she was servicing. Her cock crammed mouth sucked harder and harder, drawing large quantities of dribbling boyish liquid through their shafts. Their sperm filled testicles pressed against her cheeks.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Mark groaned, trembling with still more excitement as he felt Chuck's soft hands caressing his legs as they were being sucked off.
Marsha pulled her dress loose, pushing it down her body and pulling it off her legs.
Her mouth sucked wildly and her throat ached from the throbbing pressure of the massive organs crammed down inside it. She detected a small taste of blood as her tongue lapped at the skins of each boy's penis, and she knew her mouth was bleeding somewhere. Any pain she might have felt, however, was covered by the delicious taste of the boys' meaty organs.
Marsha unstrapped her bra and pulled it free, releasing her aching breasts. She took one tit in each hand and rubbed them, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She ran her hands all over her swollen tits, enjoying the sensation of her own caresses.
"Ohhhh!" Mark moaned. "Ohhhhh, Jeez!" His eyes were open and he was staring at Marsha's massive tits. "Boy, you're really stacked, Mrs. Thrumble."
Marsha could only make a noise with her throat to acknowledge the compliment. It was difficult to talk when your mouth was full of two teen-age pricks. She cooed as she continued to suck and lick at them as she pulled her panties down, stripping them from her legs.
Chuck looked at the dark mound of hair between her legs and moaned with excitement. As much as he loved feeling his penis pressing against. Mark's, he loved still more the idea of sticking his prick into a girl's cunt and ramming it in and out.
Completely naked now, Marsha rubbed her hairy snatch, running her hands up between the lips of her cunt and pushing her fingers inside. She smeared her fingers all around her oozing sex, trembling and moaning, and slowly she pulled her mouth up, sliding her lips toward the tips of the two pricks. She took them in her hands to keep them from flopping apart as she removed her mouth. A big string of boyish sperm strung from her lips.
Her hand slid up and down the slick saliva-covered organs and spermish liquid oozed down from the tips and trickled down to her hand as it slipped around, pulling the foreskin up and down.
Marsha rose, and turned around as though she were going to sit on the sofa, her smooth cheeked buttocks hovering right above the two pricks she was squeezing togehter in her hand.
Mark and Chuck gaped at her, not able to believe their eyes.
"Y ... You're not going to stick them both in at once, are you?" Mark asked, his eyes wide. "It's impossible!"
"No, Mrs. Thrumble!" Chuck pleaded. "Don't do it Lit might hurt you!"
Marsha was too hot and excited to heed their remarks. She was desperate to feel hot cock rubbing deep inside her steaming pussy. She wanted them, both of these beautiful boys, and she wanted them both at once.
She spread the lips of her cunt apart as far as she could with her fingers, pulling herself open and stretching the outer skin of her pussy up over the tips of their pricks. She pressed down, forcing the heads of both peters up inside.
"Ohhhhh!" It was a beautiful feeling.
Marsha eased her buttocks downward, as though sitting down atop them, forcing the big pricks up inside her. "Eiiiggghhh! Oh, God!" The pain was almost unbearable as her vaginal walls were stretched wide open and slowly filled with hot throbbing male penis.
"Jeez! Aaaggghhh!" Mark twisted and moaned as his cock was jammed deep inside with Chuck's. "Aaaggghhh!"
"Ohhhhh! Mark! Mrs. Thrumble!" Chuck pushed up, squeezing his penis up tight into the narrow passageway, feeling the wet slick surface of Marsha's pussy slipping and sliding against his skin. Placing her hands flat on the sofa and bracing her arms, Marsha moved her butt up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Both boys moaned and groaned. They had already been masturbated and sucked to the point that the sperm was boiling in their balls. "Ohhhhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Marsha humped up and down on their cocks, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Their big dongs weren't painful any more. They felt good. They filled her up completely, and with each stroke, the entire surface of her vagina was rubbed sensuously. She was going to cum. She could feel it.
"E e e e e e i iiiiigggggghhhhhh! Eeeeiiiigggghhhh! Eeeeiiiigggghhhh!!!"
Suddenly both cocks erupted deep inside her like two exploding geysers.
"Mmmmnnnfff! Aaaggghhh! Jeeeez!"
Sperm flooded her insides. The boys' sperm spurted out in one huge spasm after another. Marsha screamed. She couldn't help it. Beside her Chuck twisted in an agony of pleasure and Mark's face was screwed up in a contorted expression. Their cocks spurted till they were drained and still Marsha pumped up and down on them as her own orgasm rocked her body.
"Uuummmnnnmmmnnn!"
"Oh, stop! Stop!" Mark groaned. "Oh, God, I can't stand much more."
Marsha fell off the big throbbing boycocks, exhausted, and the three of them lay panting, trying to regain control of their bodies.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At last Marsha rose, and while Mark and Chuck lay exhausted, she arranged their clothing in a neat pile and wiped up some wet gleaming spots of cum that had dripped onto the black sofa. She sat down at her desk, her mind whirring over the events of the week. The two boys were laying there before her, still naked, too tired to move, so she sat there behind her desk, her bare butt posed on her chair, and her mind returned to the threat she had received by that strange anonymous caller.
"I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT A MAN IS LIKE!"
Who was it? Who had found out?
She glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight minutes past ten. The next period was about to begin. She rose and went to the door to open it. She knew that Eddy, Timmy, and Billy would be arriving any minute.
Sticking only her head out the door she saw the three boys moving down the hallway toward her office. The corridors were emptying as the scurrying students found their next classes and disappeared behind closed doors. It had become quiet enough for Marsha to hear the sound of the three boys' footsteps through the clattering of Mrs. Clawson's typewriter. The secretary's hands moved like a blur over the typewriter keys, but they stopped abruptly as the boys walked up and stood nervously before her desk.
As the three youths walked into her office, Marsha closed, the door, and she could hear Mrs. Clawson's typewriter once again begin to clatter away outside her office.
The three boys gasped when they saw Mark and Chuck lying there naked, sperm still oozing from the tips of their cocks.
"What ... What happened?" Eddy asked, his voice breaking.
"Yeah, what's going on?" Billy asked. His eyes shined as he stared at Marsha's nakedness, especially at her big breasts hanging so invitingly.
Timmy just stared at the two boys stretched out, their legs naked against the blackness of the sofa. Chuck was lying stretched out, one leg propped up, and his cock was stretched out over his thigh, still half hard, and the head was still smeared with sperm which glistened in the light of the room.
Mark was lying at the other end of the sofa, his legs intertwined with Chuck's, their butts pressed together tightly as Mark's hands lay limply across his stomach and his cock and balls dangled down against Chuck's butt. Silky web-like strings of cum stretched from the tip of Mark's still red dong down to a small glistening spot on Chuck's inner thigh.
"Damn!" Timmy said. "Well I'll be fucked!"
Marsha laughed. "You just may be at that," she said, smiling.
She moved toward the three new youthful arrivals. "I think it's time we all got to know one another," she said, taking Eddy and Billy by the arms and pulling them toward the naked boys lying on the sofa. "Come on, Timmy. Don't be bashful."
"I know you already know each other by your names," Marsha said, her big tits brushing against Eddy's shoulder as she spoke, "but I think you should all know each other better than that."
"Of all the boys in this school," Marsha went on, "I have grown to know five very well. Only five. But I have grown to know those five very intimately," she said. "Very, very intimately."
The five boys stared at her, then slowly looked at one another.
"As you can guess," Marsha said, "you are the five boys." She smiled at them. "I love you, all five of you. I love you more than I ever loved my husband. I never thought it was possible for someone to love more than one person in his life, but it is possible. I love five big beautiful boys and I love each one of you just as much as the other."
"Gee, Mrs. Thrumble," Timmy said.
Billy blushed and shuffled his feet nervously.
Eddy cleared his throat and started to speak, but couldn't.
It was Chuck who gathered up enough courage to speak. "I think we know what you mean, Mrs. Thrumble. I think ... we all love you, too."
Mark nodded his quick agreement and the other three boys chimed in to back up the statement.
"So I love each of you," Marsha said, "and each of you loves me. But I want more than that. I want us all to love each other. I want us to be like, well, not like brothers and sisters, but like mutual lovers. I want each of you to love each other as much as you love me."
"But how can we?" Billy asked, staring at her with a puzzled look. "How can one boy love another boy."
"Yeah," Eddy said. "We're not queers."
Marsha smiled. "I know," she said. "I know that better than anyone else could ever know it. Each of you has given me such a beautiful fuck that it seemed like each one was better than the last." She searched for words to express what she wanted to say. "I think Mark and Chuck know what I mean," she said. "We've just made lover together, all three of us. I don't think you feel queer, do you?" she asked, looking at the two boys sitting, still completely naked, together on the sofa.
"Gee, no, Mrs. Thrumble. I liked it, and I sure don't feel queer," Chuck said, answering for the two of them.
"And your cock was rubbing against Mark's cock all the time, wasn't it, Chuck?"
"Yeah," Chuck said. "I could feel his prick pressed against mine all the time you were jacking us off and sucking us and fucking us."
"The three of us did just about everything together," Marsha said, "and Mark and Chuck came while we were messing around. Tell them, Mark, did it seem wrong when you had your prick in me at the same time as Chuck?"
Mark blushed and his eyes shifted down and stopped and stared at Marsha's bushy cunt. "No, not after we did it a while. It seemed kind of funny at first, having sex in front of another boy, but once we did it, I kind of enjoyed it."
Marsha smiled. "I think all five of you can feel the same way. I want all five of us to do it together."
"Jeez," Eddy said.
Billy uttered a low whistle.
"Now?" Timmy asked.
"Yes, now," Marsha said. "I want the three of you to take off all of your clothes and we're all going to do things together that you never dreamed of, right here in my office."
The boys all looked at each other seriously for a long moment, then broke out smiling. Chuck was the first, his lips curling up at the edges into an impish grin, then they were all laughing and the tension was broken.
Marsha smiled, beaming with pleasure and pride at her five young lovers.
She stood back and admired Timmy, Eddy, and Billy as they stood there, not yet brave enough to take off their street clothes. Finally she knelt down at Billy's feet, reached up, and began fumbling with his belt. "Come on," she pleaded. "Undress!" She unsnapped the top of Billy's pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. His pants spread open, revealing his white cotton briefs and they all stared at the place where his briefs bulged out in a lump.
Marsha peeled his pants off, baring his long boyish legs and drew off the pants over his shoes, pulling them free and tossing them aside.
"Eddy! Timmy! Come on!" She turned her head toward Chuck and Mark who were sitting on the sofa, their eyes wide, watching everything with excitement. "Help them get undressed," she said.
Chuck and Mark leaped to their feet and rushed forward.
"Let's get this show on the road," Chuck said. "You take Eddy, Mark, and I'll take Timmy."
Timmy's legs weakened when he saw Chuck kneeling down before him. Chuck's long brown hair fell into his eyes as his fingers fumbled at the buttons of Timmy's shirt.
Marsha had removed Billy's shoes and socks now, and her hands caressed up and down his legs below his white briefs.
"Ah, fuck," Billy said, sighing. He watched as Mark unfastened Eddy's pants while Eddy unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off, exposing, his naked torso. Then he watched Chuck spread open Timmy's shirt and then unbuckle his pants, unzip them, and peel them downward as Timmy hurriedly removed the shirt and kicked off, his shoes. Timmy moaned.
"Ah, Christ!" Billy said, sighing. He watched as Marsha took hold of his undershorts and peeled them down his legs, leaving him naked from the waist down, his cock flopping out in front of her face. Quickly, Billy began unbuttoning his shirt, jerking in a short reflexive spasm when Marsha reached up and touched him there between his legs. He peeled off his shirt as she brushed her hands against his legs, spreading them apart so she had complete access to his private parts.
Timmy felt Chuck's thumbs slip into the elastic top of his white cotton briefs and he closed his eyes, breathing heavily, as Chuck pulled them down, peeling them down his legs, stripping him naked.
Mark was doing the same thing to Eddy.
Chuck raised up Timmy's feet, one by one, and pulled the shorts free. Then rising up, he kept his body between Timmy and the others so they couldn't see as he reached out and fondled Timmy's penis. Timmy opened his eyes and Chuck winked at him. "Old Doctor Chuck is just making another examination," Chuck said, as he gripped Timmy's penis and slid his hand down, peeling back the foreskin.
Timmy hesitated, the blood rushing in his veins, then, his movement blocked from the others by Chuck's naked body, he reached out and returned the favor, grasping Chuck's hard boy cock and skinning it back and forth. The two boys cooed, their legs trembling at what they were doing to each other.
Marsha looked up at them and let out a low moan. "I thought you boys were worried because you'd look like queers with all of us making love at once."
Chuck laughed as he toyed with his friend's penis, fondling Timmy's nuts with one hand and peeling his foreskin back and forth with the other. "Just getting each other ready. I hope you don't mind."
Marsha's eyes showed that she didn't mind. Seeing the two boys standing there, playing with each other's peters, was having an exciting effect on the female principal. Her fingers were working Billy up to a high state of excitement as well, and Billy watched, his eyes bright, as his two friends masturbated each other openly now.
Mark now had Eddy completely stripped, and the two of them walked over and peered down between Chuck and Timmy, watching their hands glide back and forth on each other's pricks, skinning each other's foreskins back and forth.
"Try it, you'll like it," Chuck said, squeezing his fingers around Timmy's shaft and feeling his own penis tingle and pulse as it grew harder and swelled up in Timmy's hand.
"I think I will," Eddy said. He reached down and grabbed himself, bucking his hips forward so they all could see, and began frigging himself fast and furiously.
Chuck looked at him doing it, satisfied with his action, and then looked into Mark's eyes.
"Come on, Mark! Don't be bashful."
Mark blushed as he watched the three boys frigging away at their hard organs.
"Go ahead, Mark," Marsha said. "I think I'm going to suck Billy's cock for a while, so you might as well keep yourself occupied."
Billy moaned excitedly at the thought of her sucking him. "Oh, Jeez," he said, as her fingers massaged his penis. Then they all watched as Marsha lowered her head and took his hard penis into her mouth. "Mmmnnn," Billy cooed, feeling her wet mouth close around him and feeling her tongue licking at the flesh of his dick. She was fondling his legs and playing with his balls at the same time.
Mmmnnnhhh! Mmmnnnhhh!" Billy was moaning louder than anyone. Marsha's mouth sucking and slipping around on his prick was making his penis jerk and spurt out little dribbles of pre-cum fluid, much to Marsha's delight as she lapped her tongue around and licked it up.
"Oh, Goddd!" Billy moaned as she sucked, twisting her mouth around as she forced his penis in and out of her lips. "Oh, God, but it's good."
The other boys all watched eagerly as Marsha sucked away down between Billy's legs.
"Uuummmnnn!" Billy moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"
Chuck and Timmy pressed their bodies closely together, their bellies in full contact, as they watched. Their hands masturbated eagerly at each other's pricks down between their legs, and as their foreskins slid up and down they too began moaning. Small amounts of liquid were dribbling from their cocks and they smeared it all over each other's pricks, making them slick and lubricating their masturbation.
Marsha raised her mouth from Billy's dong and gently pulled the boy down to the floor, forcing him to stretch out flat on his back.
"Wh ... What are you going to do, Mrs. Thrumble?" Billy asked, trembling with anticipation.
"Something good," Marsha said. "Real good. Eddy! Mark! Give me a hand, will you?"
The two boys moved over, jacking their hands up and down on their dribbling pricks. "Ohh! Unh! Ahh!" Mark, embarrassed, released the hold on his own penis, but Eddy was trembling, his butt jutting forward, sliding his hand over his prick frantically. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhhh!"
They all stared at him. They knew he was getting ready to cum. He was too far gone to stop. "Oh, Christ! Oh, Jeez!"
Eddy's cock swelled up in his hand and turned a deep red color.
"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
"Oh, Eddy," Marsha said, her eyes soft as she watched the boy convulse in a series of spasms.
"Uuunnnhhh! Oh, it's coming! It's coming!"
Eddy bent his knees, spreading his legs, pulling at his genitals. He closed his eyes and a beautiful smile came to his lips. "Ohhhh! Here it comes!"
A squirt of thick white cum spurted out of his throbbing penis. "Ohhhhh!" His body shook and another big spurt of white boycum shot into the air.
"Uuunnnhhh! Oh, Christ, it feels so good!"
Big globs of adolescent cum spurted out onto the carpet. A spurt shot up onto his belly and trickled down his naked skin. His masturbating hand was covered with his wet sticky sperm and it spread all over his penis as he jacked himself off more slowly. Then, shuddering, Eddy shot out one last big dribble of spurting boy juice onto the rug.
"Aaaggghhh!"
Marsha, Eddy, Mark, and Billy looked over at Timmy and Chuck. The two boys were standing pressed together and they were grinding their buttocks to make their slippery cocks rub against each other.
Timmy's naked derriere was turned to them, his boyish buns drawn up tight and his body trembling. They could see Chuck's face as he pressed it against Timmy's shoulder. Chuck's eyes were closed and there was a beautiful expression on his face.
Marsha's eyes opened wide. Big dribbles of white cum were running down between them and trickling all the way down their legs.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!"
The sperm trickled down over their feet and soaked into the rug. Their bodies stiffened together, pressing hard, and a big spurt of cum shot out sideways, hitting a wall and trickling down.
Suddenly Chuck pulled away, his beautiful face contorted with pleasure, and fell to his knees. He pushed Timmy's legs apart, making his ass cheeks open toward them as they watched. Chuck knelt and pressed his face forward toward the front of Timmy's body which was hidden from their view.
Suddenly Timmy shuddered and groaned, and they all knew what Chuck was doing to him down there between Timmy's sperm-covered legs. The game of doctor they had started a few days ago was going to be carried to its inevitable and exciting conclusion. They could hear the sucking noises clear across the room as Timmy's knees buckled and he began a slight bucking motion with his hips, fucking Chuck slowly in the mouth.
They could see the lower part of Chuck's body as he knelt between Timmy's wide spread legs, and they saw his hand reach down to himself and grasp his own big hard penis, and they watched as his fingers wrapped around himself.
They watched as his body trembled and shook as he milked himself with his hand, rubbing his boy organ up and down and sucking on Timmy's shaft at the same time. Both boys were still excited in spite of having just reached orgasms. Chuck's hand continued moving up and down as he sucked, working them both back up toward another shuddering climax before the first ones had even had time to ebb away.
Chuck was doing things to Timmy that he had never even dreamed of doing with another boy, and somehow it all seemed natural to all of them.
From her experience with Timmy in the boys' locker room, Marsha knew he could cum several times in a row, so she allowed Chuck to continue, knowing Timmy would still have plenty left over for her, and knowing that what Chuck was doing with Timmy would get the other boys all the more excited as they watched.
As she knelt between Eddy, Mark, and Billy, she suddenly realized that all three of them were masturbating as they watched Chuck suck Timmy's penis.
Marsha pulled their hands away from their hard throbbing organs, afraid they would all cum and wear themselves out too quickly. She wanted this session of sex to last as long as possible-all day, hopefully.
"Eddy! Mark!" The two boys turned back toward her. "I want each of you to take hold of one of Billy's ankles." Billy lay there, naked, on his back, looking up with a puzzled look on his face.
Eddy and Mark each bent over and grabbed one of Billy's ankles as Marsha had instructed.
"Now raise up his legs," she said. "Pull them out straight. That's it. Now pull his legs apart. Yes. Further. Pull them as far apart as you can. Oh, that's beautiful." As the boys spread Billy's legs up and out, his whole genital area was thrust forward and his butt opened up, revealing his tight hairless asshole. It was puckered and spotlessly clean.
Every inch of his most private parts were laid open before Marsha's kneeling body. She reached out and fondled his genitals, stroking his cock and balls with her fingers, and she lowered her face down close to his wide spread asshole.
You could have put it all on a plate, his penis, his balls, and his asshole. They were all three drawn up into one small area. Marsha's tongue licked out at his tightly puckered anus. Her hand began stroking his prick up and down as her tongue licked at every part of his ass and balls. She drew his balls into her mouth and sucked at them while her hand masturbated his hard stiff dick.
Then she licked all over his genital area. Her tongue lapped at everything, moving from his balls to his penis to his anus, then back again and again. She licked him all over till the entire area of his genitals was slippery with saliva.
As she licked his balls and mouthed his prick, sliding her lips up and down its slippery skin, she brushed her fingers over his buttocks, caressing him at first all over, then working her fingers further and further down into his crack. Then, gently, she began probing right at the puckered bung hole itself. The boy's legs quivered as Eddy and Mark held them high in the air. Marsha pushed the end of one finger into the opening. At the same time she moved her mouth up and down over his penis, taking it in and drawing it down deeply into her throat. She closed her lips tightly around the base and ran her tongue all around it, licking the skin and savoring the musky flavor of the boy's genitals. Tiny little spurts of boyish fluid oozed out of his penis and she could taste it as it smeared around in her mouth. She began a deep sucking action with her cheeks, milking him with her mouth. Her finger worked up into his anus carefully, moving slowly so as not to hurt him. Her knuckles slowly disappeared up into his rectum.
Billy groaned with delight at the things she was doing to him down there. He lay back his head and closed his eyes and just let it happen, cooing with pleasure as her mouth sucked deeply at his sex.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "Ahhh, it's good!"
Marsha pulled her mouth slowly up from the base of his cock, squeezing her lips tightly as she did so, making the skin stretch tight on the shaft as her lips rose toward the tip. She drew her lips right up to the base of the bulbous knob at the top and held it there, licking at the slick, oozing head with her tongue. Her finger slowly began moving in and out of his anus, pushing in deeper each time, until at last she located his prostate gland deep inside. Her fingertip gently touched it, brushing over it, pushing down ever so gently.
The effect was electrifying. Billy quivered and shook, his head jerking up and his wide.
"Oh, my God!" he groaned. "Oh, my God!"
Marsha pushed her tongue right into the slit at the top of his prick as she gently touched the sensitive gland buried up his asshole.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!"
Her tongue lapped around the head of his penis, licking up the boyish fluid that oozed out. She pressed his prostate harder.
"Eiggghhh! Eiggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
He stared down his body, trying to see what she was doing to cause these electrifying sensations that were almost driving him up the wall. He squirmed and twisted, but Mark and Eddy held his legs firmly and he could do nothing to stop the movements of the finger which was bored deep into his asshole. He could do nothing to stop her tongue-licking mouth gorged around his cockhead at its most sensitive part where the nerves were causing convulsions in his body.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, God! Stop! Please stop!"
Marsha didn't stop. She licked at the sensitive spot on his prick all the harder and the finger she held up inside his ass began pressing still harder at his throbbing nerve-tingling prostate gland. She masturbated him without mercy, making him squeal and plead for her to stop.
And then she reached her goaLShe made his nerves jerk to the point of no return, to the point of climax.
"Aaaggghhh! Uuunnnfffhhh!" Billy twisted and reeled his head forward, then fell back, sucking in his stomach and stiffening his legs. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He closed his eyes and rolled his head back and forth, feeling the sperm rushing up through his cock, gushing up to the tip as Marsha sucked it in her mouth. Her finger probed at the super-sensitive gland in his ass as his sperm shot out between her lips, coating the roof of her mouth with his boycum. Another spurt rose up and gushed out.
"Aaahhh! Uuunnnhhh!" Billy opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide and excited. He was in another world, and that world consisted only of his cock, spurting and gushing sperm and jerking in nerve tingling spasms forever.
Marsha swallowed every drop of jism, pushing her mouth down to the very root of his peter and sucking, milking him with her lips, catching every drop that spurted from the end of his penis.
Billy lay there, drained, his face completely relaxed and with the hint of a satisfied smile. He was exhausted.
Eddy suddenly moaned. "Hey, look at that!"
They all turned their heads and what they saw made their blood pump wildly with excitement. Chuck and Timmy had stretched out on the floor and they were now laying there on their sides with their heads down between each other's legs in a 69 position. Chuck's mouth had so excited Timmy that he too was trying it out, sucking eagerly on Chuck's prick as Chuck sucked on his.
Marsha turned to Eddy and Mark, who were also staring at the act. She reached up and grasped their arms, pulling them down onto the floor, making them lie down side by side, stretching their legs out flat. Both boys had oozing erections that demanded immediate attention, and Marsha had thought of a way to provide it, to both boys at once, using her cunt and her mouth.
She moved up to the middle of their bodies and climbed up across both of them. She pressed her hairy snatch down over Eddy's prick, rubbing it with her wiry pubic hairs, and she lowered her face right over Mark's throbbing penis. Marsha opened her mouth and drew in the big cock as it brushed her lips.
She felt Eddy's fingers pushing in under her legs and she raised up, giving him free access, letting him grasp his cock with one hand, and with the other hand spread the soft pinkish lips of her pussy apart. Slowly she sunk down, letting him guide his penis up between her oozing vaginal walls.
"Mmmnnn!" she moaned, as she felt the tip of his penis push up inside her, splitting open the walls of her cunt. He shoved it in deeper and deeper. She felt it sliding up deep inside her, all the way up to the hilt.
"Oh, Jeez," Eddy moaned as Marsha began a slow pumping motion with her hips, forcing his hot dripping dick in and out of her cunt hole. "Sweet Jesus! Oh, fuck! It's so damned good!"
As she fucked Eddy, feeling his hot prick penetrating the secret depths of her pussy, Marsha's mouth worked up and down over Mark's peter, licking it all over and sucking at the organ that so beautifully filled her hungry throat.
At the same time her hips were moving up and down on Eddy's prick, her mouth was moving up and down on Mark's.
As she lay crossways over the two boys' bodies, Marsha stared at Chuck and Timmy as they sucked each other off in front of her. Their bare bellies pressed together tightly in their reversed positions.
Chuck had become so excited that he had drawn his legs up and encircled Timmy's head, imprisoning it down between his legs and forcing his hard slippery cock deep down into the lower part of his throat.
Marsha's mouth ravaged Mark's crotch as she watched. Her tongue ran in circles around the small slit at the tip of his prickhead. She lapped her tongue around his shaft as she ran her lips up and down his erection, and all the while she pumped her pubic mound up and down on Eddy's swollen shaft.
Marsha had never been this excited in her whole life, and the juices flowed between her vaginal walls, lubricating Eddy's shaft as it pushed against the walls of her sensitive vagina. His hard cock rammed in and out of her cunt till she thought it would split her apart, each stroke of his penis spreading her open almost to the point of beautiful painfulness. Her breath was heavy as she sucked on Mark's penis, her entire body trembling. She could feel the muscles in Mark's penis tighten as she sucked on the warm wetness of his organ, and she cupped her hands around his balls, fondling them, feeling them throbbing as she sucked as hard as she could on his penis.
Mark moaned, his eyes wide with the mounting sensations he was experiencing as her mouth sucked him in deeply, pulling his prick clear back into her throat. His balls swelled up as though they would burst in her cupped hands, and she could feel a trickle of his sexual juices oozing out into the depths of her throat.
He arched his hips up, ramming his erection still deeper into her mouth, and Marsha sucked on it as hard as she could. He reached out with his hands and pushed her head down, forcing her throat still further over his big throbbing organ and she could feel it throbbing and expanding.
"I'm going to cum!" Mark squealed. "Oh, God! I can't hold it back!"
Marsha felt his organ swell up till she almost choked as her tongue worked around it. She felt it stiffen and jerk deep down in her throat.
"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" he moaned.
She could feel the sperm shooting up inside his shaft, rushing toward the tip.
"Ohhhhh!" Mark jerked in spasms. His peter swelled up and then shot out hot jets of creamy liquid deep into her throat. Marsha sucked hard, drawing the sperm down deep inside her.
"Aaarrrggghhh!!!"
His fresh boycum gushed out in spurts, exploding in her mouth.
Marsha's blood pounded in her veins and her head seemed to swell as it pounded wildly with the blood that pulsed inside it. Her mouth moved up and down on Mark's prick, sucking him dry as she felt Eddy's prick swelling up to an intense hardness that pressed against her vaginal walls till she thought she would scream. The room seemed to spin before her eyes and she closed them, the beautiful sensations she was experiencing making her dizzy. She slurped down the last spurts of Mark's cum, just as Eddy stiffened, his body shaking in a huge spasm, and he shot off his rocks.
"Aaaggghhh!" Eddy groaned. "Aaarrrggghhh!"
Marsha felt him quivering beneath her legs, felt his penis stiffen into unbearable hardness, felt him fucking her sensitive vagina without mercy. She felt the hot flood of his boyish sperm gush out of his prick and deep into her cunt.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" She couldn't believe how big his dick felt inside her cunt.
Then suddenly, with her eyes tightly closed, her face contorted in pleasure around Mark's prick, and Marsha felt her cunt exploding into its own delicious orgasm.
She raised her head, letting Mark's sperm-wetted penis slip out and slap against his belly, and gave a soft low scream. "Eiggghhhh!" Marsha's fingers dug into Mark's body and she pressed her face down against his genitals as her body convulsed. "Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!!!" Her vagina walls squeezed tightly against Eddy's spurting cock.
Eddy groaned, thrusting up to push in his erection as far as possible and twisting his hips in circles to make it rub around inside her as every drop of sperm drained up out of his balls.
Marsha's moan of ecstasy faded away as the last explosion rippled through her body, and she fell on the two boys' naked bodies exhausted, her legs quivering. Her cheek grew wet and sticky as it pressed happily against Mark's wet penis. Slowly, raising her head, she opened her eyes and pulled herself up. She knelt over the two drained bodies of her adolescent lovers and licked their genitals clean as they softened and dribbled out little trickles of boyish cock fluid.
"Mrs. Thrumble! Come and watch this!" Marsha looked up as Billy spoke to her from across the room and saw him nod toward Chuck and Timmy who were lying quivering and shuddering as they sucked each other up to the ultimate heights of passion. Marsha hurried over and knelt down over them, staring eagerly down between their naked bodies at their boyish sex organs sticking up hard into each other's slobbering mouths. Both boys were moaning in ecstasy and each sucked deep and hard, trying to pull the other's prick as far as possible into his throat.
Marsha reached out, pushing down between them, grasping a pair of balls in each hand. She squeezed and fondled their swollen testicles and rubbed at the bases of their cocks as they sucked each other.
Marsha's hands kneaded and milked expertly as they sucked, and then she suddenly felt both thick shafts swell up at once.
"Mmmnnnfff." Both boys jerked into stiffness, their boy pricks expanding and then suddenly the sperm burst up from their balls.
"Mmmmnnnnffff!"
Their boy sperm shot up through their shafts, bursting out and flooding each other's throats.
"God!" Billy said, his eager eyes wide and excited. "They're cumming in each other's mouths!"
"Look!" Eddy said, grinning. "They're swallowing it too."
"Crap!" Billy stroked his prick as he watched. "I didn't know my two best friends were cocksuckers. I'll be damned!"
Marsha released her hold on the two jerking pricks and the boys pulled apart, pulling out their hot wet pricks. They held each other's hot wet shafts in their fingers and licked one another clean. Their tongues worked all over their prongs to get every last drop of boyish jism. Then they fell apart and lay side by side on their backs, drained and happy as Marsha and the other boys looked down at them, their faces beaming with satisfaction at having seen such an intimate act.
Mark and Eddy lay down alongside them, and then Billy. All of the boys were drained and needed a moment to relax and let their strength slowly ebb back into their bodies.
Marsha stretched out on the black sofa where she could lie and look at all five of them. A pleasant satisfied feeling flooded her body as she admired the five adolescents lying together at her feet.
Boys this age were beautiful in that they still weren't afraid of their emotions. They could still be sentimental and compassionate without feeling unmanly. In a few years, Marsha knew, all that would change. Their innocent tender natures would be replaced by the cold rationality and aggressiveness of the adult human male.
She watched her five young adolescent lovers stretched out naked on the carpet as she thought of this.
Mark, with his brown hair and brown eyes and his long .clean-cut body would grow up to be the cold calculating analyst, Marsha decided.
Billy and Eddy would surely develop the aggression of the male as they grew into manhood.
Timmy would probably have a personality mixed with aggression and a cold calculating side as well.
It was Chuck she wasn't sure about. He had a strongly aggressive nature, but he was supersensitive and emotional at the same time. Marsha wasn't quite sure where Chuck was headed in life, but his personality was definitely quite different from that of his companions.
Her eyes glazed over with a deep affection for him as she watched him lying there on his back relaxing with his legs drawn up and spread apart so that his genitals were in full view of everyone. She felt a strange special affection for him that could not be explained. She loved all of the boys. Marsha couldn't explain it, but she loved Chuck in a special, beautiful sort of way.
At last the boys began to stir on the floor as their strength returned. Thinking of the details of the sexual orgies they had just completed was beginning to excite them again. Billy's penis was already hard and he had his hand down on it, stroking it, playing with himself unashamedly in front of his companions. Mark and Eddy were getting erections as they watched him, and soon all five of the boys had hard-ons and they began sitting up restlessly, their excitement flushing their faces.
Marsha sat up and watched them a minute, then moved down from the sofa and knelt amidst their naked bodies.
"What are we going to do?" Billy asked, rubbing his penis up and down in front of Marsha's face. "I hope it's going to be good 'cause I'm getting hot as hell." Marsha reached out and rubbed her finger in the glistening wet fluid that was oozing out the end of his aching penis.
All of the boys were stroking their hard-ons now, and eagerly awaited Marsha's instructions as they masturbated before her eyes.
"We're going to do a six-way," Marsha said.
Puzzled looks covered their faces.
"What's a six-way?" Timmy asked.
Marsha laughed. "Just about anything you want it to be," she said. Her hand slid down on Billy's penis, and Billy removed his own hand, letting her caress and stimulate him. Slowly Marsha pushed him down flat on his back, and before their wide excited eyes she climbed up between his legs and rubbed her cunt over his cockhead, letting it penetrate down into her crack. She sunk down on his prick, making it disappear up inside her, and she began a slow up and down movement, letting them see Billy's hard swollen shaft as it drew in and out.
"Oh, God!" Eddy said. He whacked at his meat desperately, his eyes wide and eager as he watched Billy's penis going in and out.
"Are you hard, Eddy?" Marsha asked. "Are you good and hard?
"Oh, my God, yes!" Eddy gasped, his hand jerking frantically at his swollen peter.
"Take your hand away and let me see!" Marsha ordered, sliding the lips of her pussy up and down on Billy's penis as she spoke.
Eddy removed his hand and his erection stuck straight up like a hard thick rod, the veins pulsing and the top all wet and sticky.
"Do you think its hard enough to stick up my ass?" Marsha asked as she slid her cunt down to the very base of Billy's prick, making him moan with delight.
"Stick it in ... in your ass?"
"Try it, Eddy," Marsha said, sliding her pussy back up and giving them all a look at Billy's slimy penis and then pushing back down on it again.
Eddy got on his knees behind Marsha and slowly pulled his body up flat against hers, pressing his hard organ against her buttocks. He spread her butt open with his hands and looked at the small puckered opening down inside. Then, looking at his own massive penis doubtfully, he shook his head. "I don't know about this," he said. "I don't think it will ever fit, but I'll try."
He pressed the bulbous tip of his cock up against it and slowly pushed. Marsha shivered with anticipation, driving her cunt down hard on Billy's penis and making him squeal. Eddy pushed his dong forward, watching it as it slid in a full inch, and he was amazed at how easily her rectum was opening up to accept him. His boycock slipped in all the way and he pushed to bury it right up to the very base so that his balls were pressed tight against the cheeks of Marsha's bare ass.
"Aaaggghhh!" he groaned, twisting it around inside her. "Jesus! I can feel Billy's prick down there! Really! I can!" He pulled his cock out a ways and pushed it back, making Billy moan.
"Damn!" Billy said. "I can feel yours too."
Marsha was swooning from the sensations caused by the two pricks buried within her. She stared up, her eyes glazed, at the three remaining boys.
"Chuck, you come over on this side of us, and, Mark, the other side."
They eagerly moved into their appointed positions, standing over them and facing them as they humped on the floor.
"Now, kneel down," Marsha said, "and let me get my hands down between your legs."
As they knelt, her fingers brushed up their legs, over and around their thighs and asscheeks. Then she thrust her hands in between their legs, rubbing the hairs in their crotches, fondling their balls, and, at last, gripping a big thick penis in each hand. She let Billy and Eddy thrust their big pricks up inside her as she slowly began manipulating the two dicks in her hands, pulling the skins slowly up and down.
Looking up, she saw Timmy standing directly over her head. Timmy didn't need to be told what to do. He turned to her, thrusting his crotch before her face, squatting so that his balls brushed against her chin. Marsha opened her mouth as he aimed his hard long penis down toward it. He stuck it in between her lips and she accepted it eagerly, closing her mouth around it and licking to taste its sweetness. She sucked it in deeply and gently chewed at it.
"Ohhh, that's good," Timmy sighed, his legs trembling against her cheeks.
Marsha skinned Chuck's and Mark's pricks up and down with her hands as she sucked on Timmy and she shuddered with pleasure as Billy and Eddy squirmed and wriggled their hips, rubbing their cocks against the walls of her cunt and ass.
Marsha inhaled deeply, savoring the deep musky odor of boycock and perspiration that was filling the room. Her mouth sucked at Timmy's big sex tool while her hands rubbed the hot throbbing poles down between Chuck's and Mark's legs. The two pricks were oozing in her hands, spurting out little dribbles of liquid and she rubbed it all over their genitals, making them coo with delight.
"Aaahhh! Oh, suck!" Chuck moaned, bucking his body so that his prick was fucking in and out of her slippery hand, his boyish asscheeks squeezing together excitedly. "Aaaggghhh!"
Timmy too began moving his hips in a fucking motion, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her mouth. With each thrust his cock buried itself deep into her throat and a small spurt of fluid spurted out the tip. Her mouth grew sticky as he fucked her lips, moaning and groaning, almost light-headed from the wonderful sensations shooting through every fiber of his hard aching penis. "Uuummmnnn! Aaahhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Marsha moaned, her entire body being ravished by pricks in every conceivable place.
"God!" she thought. "If only my husband could see me now. Maybe this would show him how badly she needed sex."
Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks as her five boy lovers fucked away at her sex depraved body. The boys were all panting and moaning, each of them climbing closer and closer to the point of no return. Their bodies trembled and shook.
There was a loud commotion out in the hallway and a loud shrill voice penetrated the thickness of the door as Marsha squirmed between her five young lovers, her cunt and asshole full of big male pricks while two of the naked boys squirmed and humped, their boyish asses wriggling as they fucked away in unison. At the same time, Marsha's mouth sucked eagerly on another big dong while her hands jacked up and down on still two more.
"I HAVE TO GO IN! THIS IS IMPORTANT! I HAVE TO SEE HER NOW!"
"No! She's in a conference! You can't go in!"
The shrill voice burst out in protest. "I CAN'T WAIT! I'M GOING IN THERE, AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STOP ME!!"
The loud voices could have been plainly heard in Marsha's office, had she and the five boys been listening. But they were too involved in their sexual perversions and their minds were concentrating on only one thing, their approaching climaxes. To them the loud voices seemed far away, faint, and unimportant.
"No! Don't...."
The door burst open.
Marsha's face was a beautiful vision of lustful sexual pleasure as she saw Miss Friggle rush into the room.
Miss Friggle froze, her mouth dropping open and her eyes growing impossibly wide. "Ooohhh! Oh, my dear sweet Jesus!" The elderly woman's mouth moved rapidly, sputtering, but no more words would come out.
She stared, her eyes growing still wider, staring at Marsha laying stark naked on the floor sandwiched between two nude boys who were bucking up and down, wriggling their asses. A third boy squatted, his legs spread wide apart, and his big penis sticking out hard into Marsha's mouth. And two other boys knelt there while Marsha played with their cocks. "Mrs. Thrumble!!!"
Marsha and the boys were aware of her presence, but they couldn't stop. They were too far gone now. They. continued their violent sexual bucking before the old lady's shocked eyes.
Mrs. Clawson stuck her head in the door and her eyes closed painfully as if to say, "Oh, no!"
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" Miss Friggle's eyes rolled up and she swooned to the floor in a dead faint.
Marsha sucked greedily on Timmy's cock as she heard the old woman's body hit the floor. She squeezed her legs against the boy cocks ramming up and down into her.
Mrs. Clawson advanced slowly, kneeling, and she grabbed Miss Friggle by the ankles and pulled her from the room. Then, averting her glance from the orgy taking place before her, once the old woman's unconscious form was free from the door, the secretary closed it gently.
Marsha closed her eyes and let it happen, realizing she had been caught, but knowing it was too late to do anything about it now. This beautiful, delicious orgy might make her lose her job-and she was determined to make it such a wonderful experience that she would never regret it as long as she lived. She forced all thoughts of Miss Friggle from her mind and concentrated on the five beautiful pricks that she had grown to love.
Her mouth worked up and down on Timmy's hard organ, tonguing it all over, sucking hard on the shaft as it worked in and out of her face.
All the while she was masturbating Chuck and Mark, her hands peeling the skins of their peters back and forth as they slipped and dribbled over her fingers. With each descent of her hands then-cocks jerked in spasms, and a clear spermish fluid dribbled down. With each upward stroke her hand smeared through the fluid, spreading it around all over their genitals. The more her hands frigged between their legs, the more slippery and juicy their cocks became until they were making squishy noises in her squeezing hands.
Marsha's body began to shudder in a series of spasms. She was cumming, cumming in a beautiful sea of sperm-squirting cocks. "Eeeiiiggghhh!"
They all came, all six of them at once. One penis after another shot big globs of white boyish sperm into her cunt, into her ass, and into her mouth. It flooded the inside of her body as she squirmed between their thrusting bodies.
"Aaaggghhh! Uuummmnnnfff! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Her squeezing hands caused spurts of jism to shoot out from the two hot cocks sliding inside them. The sperm splattered down onto Eddy's naked buttocks as he humped up and down on Marsha's stomach, his own cock shooting thick white cum deep into her cunt.
Pulling each other free from the tangle, they separated and each found a place to lay. Then-chests heaved more slowly as finally they began to catch their breath.
Marsha closed her eyes, savoring this moment, perhaps her last as principal of Etwood High. She sighed deeply, dreading the confrontation with Miss Friggle that awaited her, and Mrs. Clawson-she was a witness too. How both of them must hate her at this moment.
CHAPTER NINE
The five boys lay around the room on the floor. Timmy was still toying with his now limp penis and Eddy had worked his cock back up to a rock hard steel rod. Billy watched the other boys playing with themselves and his own cock grew hard and jerked between his legs.
Marsha pulled on her clothes to go outside and confront Miss Friggle and Mrs. Clawson who had witnessed their orgy. She straightened out her dress and stepped outside to face the music.
Mrs. Clawson was bent over Miss Friggle's prostrate form, fanning her with a copy of Play boy which had been confiscated from some naughty male student.
Marsha couldn't force herself to look into her secretary's eyes. "Mrs. Clawson, I...."
"Pshhh," her secretary said, waving aside Marsha's struggle for words. "Don't worry about me, Mrs. Thrumble. It's Miss Friggle I'm worried about."
A puzzled look came to Marsha's face. "But...."
Her secretary once again kept her from finishing her sentence. "I've known all along what's been going on," she said. "I'm all for you, Mrs. Thrumble. Why I'd be right in there helping you do it, but my husband fucks me. so much at home that I'm too worn out to do it during the day."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears.
"Ooohhh! Ooohhh!" Miss Friggle moaned, her head turning toward them, her eyes slowly opening. "Oh, my goodness. What happened?"
"You fainted, Miss Friggle," Mrs. Clawson said. "You ran up, saying you had to see Mrs. Thrumble, then suddenly you fainted dead away."
Miss Friggle's eyes grew wide. "But something happened ... I saw ... I...."
"You were having some sort of strange dream while you were passed out," Mrs. Clawson broke in, winking at Marsha. "You kept saying an awfully dirty word. I don't dare to repeat what it was."
"But I tell you I saw...." She hesitated, beginning to doubt herself now, and wondering if the sex orgy she had seen had only been a dream she had after fainting. "Wh ... What was the word I said?"
The secretary stared straight into the old woman's eyes. "You kept saying Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Miss Friggle's mouth dropped wide. "Oh, you dirty girl! Stop it! Stop it I say!"
Mrs. Clawson shrugged. "I'm sorry, but that's what you said. I knew you wouldn't believe me."
Miss Friggle shook her head. "But I could swear I saw...." She stared at Marsha, studying her carefully, a puzzled expression on her face. "No, it must have been a dream. Did I really say that awful word?"
The secretary nodded. "I'm afraid you did, Miss Friggle."
Suddenly the old lady blushed. "Oh, my goodness. You won't tell anyone, will you? Promise me you won't tell anyone what I said. I must have heard one of the boys in my class use that horrible word. Young boys are so naughty these days."
Both Marsha and Mrs. Clawson gave sighs of relief, and Marsha vowed to herself that from now on she would lock her door when she was engaged in a sex session with her young lovers.
"But what did you want to see Mrs. Thrumble about?" Mrs. Clawson asked, helping the old lady to her feet. "What was so important?"
Miss Friggle's eyes suddenly grew wide again. "Oh, my goodness! I almost forgot!" She sputtered out her urgent message.
Marsha and her secretary waited, staring impatiently at the aged teacher, waiting for her to get to the point of her desperately urgent message.
The old lady grabbed her purse and fumbled around inside it. "Here!" she said. "I've got it." She took out a long white envelope. "I found this in my mail box this morning but I didn't get around to opening my mail until a few minutes ago. As you can see, there's no writing on the outside, so naturally I went ahead and opened it, since it was in my mail box. My mail box is right next to yours, Mrs. Thrumble. I guess someone put it in the wrong one by mistake."
She held the envelope tightly in her wrinkled hand. "But when I opened it," she went on, "well, here, you can see for yourself."
She held out the stark white envelope and Marsha took it slowly. She was afraid to look inside. Slowly she opened it.
"I don't know what it means," Miss Friggle went on, "but I thought I'd better bring it right to you."
Marsha nodded automatically as she took out the single white sheet of paper that was folded inside.
The words were stark and black against the brilliant whiteness of the paper.
"BE IN THE FURNACE ROOM AT 11:00 O'CLOCK OR I'LL TELL EVERYTHING I KNOW, MARSHA DEAR!"
Marsha quickly folded the paper back up.
"What does it mean?" Miss Friggle asked.
"What is it, Mrs. Thrumble?" Mrs. Clawson asked. Marsha said nothing, but handed her the paper. Mrs. Clawson's eyes grew puzzled as she read it. "Does this have anything to do with the envelope you found on your desk earlier this week?" she asked.
Marsha nodded. Quietly she went into her office, her eyes sweeping over the five naked boys inside as she entered and quickly shut the door. Taking the envelope she had received earlier that week, she turned to leave again.
"What is it, Mrs. Thrumble?"
"Nothing, Eddy. Just wait here." She didn't want to worry the boys. This was her problem. She stepped back outside and closed the door behind her.
"Something's going on," Mark said. The other boys nodded their agreement. "I hope nothing's wrong with Mrs. Thrumble," Billy said.
Outside the office Marsha handed her secretary the first warning she had received. Mrs. Clawson opened it and read it, then folded it and held it tightly in her hand. "Someone knows!" she said.
Marsha nodded, a far away look in her eyes.
"Knows what?" Miss Friggle sputtered. "Who knows what?"
"What're we going to do?" Mrs. Clawson asked, her voice full of concern.
"What is going on?" Miss Friggle asked. "Are you in some kind of trouble, Mrs. Thrumble?"
Marsha nodded again. "I'm afraid so."
"If there's anything I can do to help....?"
"No," Marsha said softly, shaking her head. "I'm afraid there's nothing anybody can do to help. I don't even know what to do myself."
"Are you going to the furnace room at eleven o'clock like the letter says?" Miss Friggle asked, glancing at the clock above Mrs. Clawson's desk. "My goodness, it's almost eleven now."
The sound of firm masculine footsteps approched them. "What's all the commotion?" Mr. Walters asked, his voice deeply strong, yet soft.
"Mrs. Thrumble is in some kind of trouble," Miss Friggle spat, "but she won't let anyone help her."
"What is it, Mrs. Thrumble?" the handsome biology teacher asked, his face wrinkling into a frown. "Let us help you if we can."
Miss Friggle picked up the second warning that had been in her mail box and handed it to the ruggedly good-looking man. He read the message slowly, his eyes growing cold and a stern look appearing on his face.
"I don't know what it means," he said, "and I don't know why anyone would want to punish you, and I gather you're not at liberty to say, but I assure you, you've got my help." He looked at Miss Friggle and Mrs. Clawson. "And I'm sure these two fine ladies will offer their assistance as well."
"Of course," Mrs. Clawson said, "but what should we do? I feel we should do something, but what?"
"We could call the police," Mr. Walters said, "and have them handle whoever it is that's waiting in the furnace room."
Marsha shook her head. "No. That's impossible." She took the first letter from Mrs. Clawson's hand and handed it to the biology teacher.
He read it slowly and then looked up into Marsha's eyes. "What does it mean?" he asked.
Marsha blushed. "It means I've been doing something I don't want the police to know about. I ... I...." She broke suddenly, burying her face in her hands, sobbing.
Mr. Walters was silent a long moment, then spoke decisively. "Then we'll handle this ourselves," he said. "You're going to keep that eleven o'clock appointment, but I'm going with you."
He glanced at his watch. "Whoever it is is probably already waiting for you. Mrs. Clawson, I want you to get the janitor and have him meet us there."
Mrs. Clawson blushed. "I'm afraid I can't. I forgot to tell you, Mrs. Thrumble, but Mr. Henderson didn't come in this morning. He didn't call in either. I don't know where he is."
"Well, never mind," Mr. Walters said. "I'm sure I can take care of any trouble. I was a Marine before I began to teach. Come on, Mrs. Thrumble," he said, taking the principal by the arm. "I don't know what you did wrong, but I'm sure it doesn't deserve the sort of punishment this fellow has in mind. I'll take care of him once and for all and I promise you this will be the last time he bothers you."
Marsha's face was ashen white. "Believe me, it's the only way," he said. "Stop him here and now."
"I ... I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right."
Marsha turned to Mrs. Clawson. "Will you take care of things in my office. You know...." The vision of the five naked boys stretched out in full glory and relaxing filled Marsha with longing, but she knew the only thing to do was go with Mr. Walters and confront this man, to get it over with, and to face her punishment if he did end up talking.
Mrs. Clawson would have the boys get dressed and evacuate her office in case something happened.
"Miss Friggle," Marsha said, "will you watch Mrs. Clawson's desk for her for a few minutes?"
The old lady bobbed her head. "I'm just happy I can be of some help."
Marsha smiled at the elderly woman as she fell in step with Mr. Walters and moved down the hallway with the big masculine teacher to whatever destiny awaited her.
"Now don't you worry, Mrs. Thrumble," he said. "Like I told you, I picked up quite a few tricks in the Marines. I'm sure that this fellow won't be giving me very much trouble."
Marsha clung to his arm gratefully, happy to at last have someone help her with her would-be executioner.
She felt so safe and protected as she clung to the biology teacher's strong muscular arm, and as she felt his muscles rippling under her hand, she felt sure that he could indeed handle any problem awaiting them.
Mrs. Clawson opened the door to Marsha's office, and slipped inside, shielding the interior of the room from Miss Friggle's view. It wouldn't do for her to see the five naked boys lolling around inside.
"Hey!" The boys scurried and scrambled for articles of clothing, their bare asses wriggling and their cocks flopping as they rushed to hide themselves.
Mrs. Clawson couldn't help laughing. "Don't be so shy. You boys don't have anything I haven't seen before. I have three sons of my own."
"Yeah," Billy said, his face growing red, "but we're not your sons."
Mrs. Clawson laughed again and ruffled his hair as he pulled his shorts up his long slender legs.
"What happened to Mrs. Thrumble?" Eddy asked, as he pulled his T-shirt over his bare chest.
The question brought a sudden change over the secretary who had not been able to help her amusement at the boy's embarrassment at having been caught naked. She became dead serious.
"Mrs. Thrumble's in some sort of trouble," she said. "Has she said anything to you boys about it?"
They shook their heads.
"What is it?" Mark asked, zipping up his pants. "What's wrong?"
"First, I have to tell you something," Mrs. Clawson said. "As you know, I saw all five of you engaged in sex relations with Mrs. Thrumble just a few minutes ago. But I have to say, I've known about what was going on for quite a while."
The boys blushed.
Mrs. Clawson held up the two letters that Marsha had received during the week. "She didn't show you these?"
"No," Timmy said.
"I didn't think she had," Mrs. Clawson said. "She's taking the burden of this all on her own shoulders. I think you boys had better read these letters."
She handed the first letter to Chuck and as he unfolded it his companions gathered around and read over his shoulder.
"She got that letter earlier this week," Mrs. Clawson said.
Eddy read the message aloud. "I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT A MAN IS LIKE!"
Mark's voice showed his concern. "Does that mean someone knows what we've been doing? It couldn't be!" Then he shook his head, knowing it was true. Someone knew. He looked into Mrs. Clawson's eyes. "Someone ... is going to rape her?"
Mrs. Clawson nodded. "They're going to try."
Timmy became very quiet, staring at the floor, twisting his hands.
"One of us must have talked," Eddy said. The boys looked at each other.
"Maybe there were other students Mrs. Thrumble was doing it with," Mrs. Clawson suggested.
Chuck shook his head. "No. Mrs. Thrumble told us that we were the only ones, and I believe her."
The secretary stared at Timmy, sensing his nervousness.
"Does anyone know about what you boys were doing with her?" the secretary asked. "If one of you knows something...."
Timmy blushed, his face twitching.
"This could be very important, fellows. Here, you'd better read this second letter." She handed it to Timmy, staring at him with wide questioning eyes. Timmy took the sheet of paper, unfolded it, his hands trembling, and read it.
"BE IN THE FURNACE ROOM AT 11:00 O'CLOCK OR I'LL TELL EVERYTHING I KNOW, MARSHA DEAR!"
Timmy bit his lower lip.
"Think carefully," Mrs. Clawson said. "Can any of you think of anyone ... ANYONE ... who might know? Does someone know about what you've been doing?"
Timmy slowly nodded, his body shaking. "Y ... Yes!"
"Who, Timmy? Mrs. Thrumble's on her way to the furnace room right now."
"W ... What!" Timmy's head jerked up.
"She's got someone with her to help," Mrs. Clawson added quickly, not wanting to alarm the young adolescent needlessly, yet still anxious to find out what danger was lurking behind the furnace room door.
"One of the teachers knows," Timmy said, the worried look still on his face. "I don't know how he found out, but he knows. He told me to keep ... to keep...." Timmy's lip quivered. "He told me to keep my cock out of Mrs. Thrumble."
The boys surrounding Timmy stared at him, and the room grew very quiet.
"I told him to go to hell. That what I did wasn't any of his business. Then he said that if I didn't keep my cock away from Mrs. Thrumble, that he would cut it off." Timmy cleared his throat. "I didn't tell Mrs. Thrumble because I didn't want to worry her. I just thought he was jealous. I didn't think she was in any danger."
"Who was it, Timmy?"
Timmy's lips seemed to move with unbearable slowness. "It was...." He lowered his head and stared at the floor, nervous at implicating a teacher and somehow ashamed that he hadn't told Mrs. Thrumble the whole story. "It was Mr. Walters, the biology teacher."
CHAPTER TEN
Mrs. Clawson's mouth dropped open. "Oh, my God!"
"What is it?" Mark asked.
"Mr, Walters ... that's who went with Mrs. Thrumble to the furnace room!"
The boys all came to life. They finished yanking on their clothing in no time at all, their hands racing to button up shirts, tie shoes, and fasten belts.
"My God!" Mrs. Clawson said. "My God! My God!"
She turned the doorknob with her hand as the boys finished dressing and swung the door open. Too late she realized that Miss Friggle was still outside, and that when she saw the boys the old lady would realize she had not been dreaming a short time before. She would know that she had indeed witnessed an orgy of the basest nature in Mrs. Thrumble's office.
Eddy, the first one to the door, squeezed past the secretary and outside, followed in short order by Chuck, then Billy.
" The boys didn't stop to wait for her reaction. They shot down the hallway, their long legs making rapid strides, racing to get to the furnace room and rescue the older woman who had become their lover. Nothing else mattered. Not what Miss Friggle thought, not what the secretary thought, not what anyone thought. The only thing they could think of was getting there before it was too late. Yet, like Mrs. Clawson, they were all beginning to be confronted with the horrible realization that they were going to be late. Too much time had already elapsed. They shot around a corner in the corridor and disappeared from view.
Mrs. Clawson snapped out of her shock-induced trance. She hurried out the door and by the desk. Miss Friggle was still sitting there, frozen, her face ashen white.
"Miss Friggle!"
The old lady's eyes rolled upward and stared at the secretary.
"Miss Friggle!" Mrs. Clawson reached out and put her hands on the old woman's shoulders and shook her gently. "Snap out of it, Miss Friggle."
Miss Friggle's face began to flush with color again, and her eyes flickered.
"Mrs. Thrumble's in trouble!" the secretary blurted out. "Mr. Walters is the one who wrote those letters. He's the one whose going to ... to...."
The old lady's head moved slowly back and forth and she muttered softly. "She ... She fucked those boys." As soon as she had said it her hand flew up to her face and covered her mouth as she realized the horrible word she had used.
"That doesn't matter now, Miss Friggle," the secretary said. "No matter what she did, she's still the same person she was before you found out about it. Don't condemn her, Miss Friggle."
The old lady stood up behind the desk. "I've always liked Mrs. Thrumble," she said, slowly. "She always has been very nice to me. If she's done something that I thought was bad and ugly, then it must not be so bad and ugly after all."
She nodded her head gently, as though accepting this fact deep within her mind, and a relaxed look came over her face.
Then suddenly her face hardened and her face became flushed with alertness. "Let's go!" she sputtered urgently. "Let's stop that evil man. He must be planning to do something awful."
Mrs. Thrumble hung onto the arm of the biology teacher, and she cast a grateful glance upward at his rugged face as they hurried along the hallway. The silent strength of this big masculine man was beginning to calm her, and she told herself that she was lucky he had so quickly come to her aid, asking no questions about What sinful actions she had been involved in. Calmly, he had shrugged that question aside, as though he had thought it impossible for her to do any wrong.
Marsha squeezed his arm gently, a silent form of saying thanks, and the biology teacher looked down into her face and smiled.
They moved in unison down the hallway, Marsha had long legs, and she had no trouble keeping up with him as he led the way, still holding her arm. The furnace room wasn't far now. It was just up ahead. The massive door loomed before them as they walked up to it and stopped.
"Now when we get inside," Mr. Walters began, his voice firm and masculine, "you just let me do the talking. I don't know who we're going to find in there, but I'll tell you one thing, he's going to regret this day the rest of his life, and he'll be in no condition to ever want another woman as long as he lives."
"Wh ... What are you going to do to him?" Marsha was frightened, fearful that Mr. Walters, in his intense desire to protect her, would go too far and ... and ... She closed her eyes, afraid of the horrible thoughts that were searing her brain.
"Just let me handle it," Mr. Walters said, "and don't worry. I know all about this kind of man ... if you can call him a man. There's only one way to get a message across to his type, and it isn't by talking."
He turned the handle on the massive door and stepped inside, motioning her to follow.
The room was blanketed in complete and utter darkness and she could hear the furnace chugging across the room as it fed coal from the coal bins into the raging inferno within its searing hot steel-plated sides.
Mr. Walters slowly swung the door shut and the beam of light from the hallway narrowed down to nothingness. Marsha shuddered as the thick massive door slammed securely shut. She heard a grating sound behind her and reached out, grasping Mr. Walter's arm.
"Turn on the lights, please!" she begged. Her body trembled with dreadful anticipation at who would be standing before them when the lights were flashed on.
She could hear Mr. Walters breathing over her shoulder as the big biology teacher reached out for the switch by the door and flicked on the power to the naked 150 watt bulb that hung by a cord down from the ceiling.
Marsha's eyes, wide and full of fear, swept around the room. She gasped, and then heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God! There's nobody here!" She couldn't believe it. All her fears, her terrible suppositions, for nothing. The man who had planted the letters was like a man who made obscene phone calls ... he got his kicks out of frightening helpless women, not by engaging in actual sexual acts with them.
Blessed relief flooded Marsha's face as she turned around to face Mr. Walters, grateful for his presence, yet happy there would now be no violence.
"There's no one here," she said, her voice full of relief and the horrible lines of tension gone from her face.
Mr. Walters stood there, leaning against the huge door of the furance room, and there was an obscene smirking smile forming on his lips. He was removing a key from the big iron lock in the door, and he slipped it into his pocket.
The sudden horrible realization of it all hit Marsha like an earth-shuddering meteor.
"Y ... You!!!"
The big ex-Marine nodded slowly, the smirk widening on his face, his eyes becoming suddenly cruel and full of perverted lust.
"B ... But...."
"Just shut up!" he said, his voice mean and vicious. "Shut your cocksucking mouth."
Marsha's lips quivered, and her eyes widened with fear and disbelief as the big calm biology teacher turned into a savage animal before her eyes.
"I haven't had sex with a woman for so long, I can't even remember the last time I did it," he said, his voice rasping out like a file on heavy metal. "No woman will take me unless she has to, and you, Mrs. Thrumble, you have to! You have no choice!"
Slowly he began fumbling with the knot in his tie, slipping it open with his fingers.
"I walked into the boys' locker room a few days ago, and guess what I saw?"
Marsha's mouth dropped open in a gasp. "You ... saw me...?"
"I saw you making out with a teenage boy ... A BOY!" He pulled the tie from around his neck and threw it down, then slowly took off his brown tweed jacket. "Fucking a little boy who doesn't even know what it's all about. Then I saw you doing it with another boy, in the boys' John. You should be ashamed, Mrs. Thrumble." His vest was on the floor and he was pulling off his shoes now, tossing them aside, then peeling off his socks.
"I'm going to show you what a MAN is like, Mrs. Thrumble, just like I said in my letter. You're not going to be able to stop me. There's no way. You're not strong enough. And you're not going to even be able to tell anyone about it afterward, because if you do, I'll tell them about you and those boys. I'll tell them what you do with the little boys in this school."
Marsha's eyes were full of uncontrollable fear and her body was shaking.
The biology teacher's bright white dress shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and he was pulling his undershirt up, peeling it over his head, revealing a huge massive chest the size of a gorilla's. He threw the T-shirt down and rubbed the big mat of long black hairs that covered his chest.
"I don't know why your husband ever lets you leave the house without fucking the hell out of those beautiful creamy legs of yours," he said, dropping his hands to his belt buckle and slowly unfastening it. "A good-looking chick like you shouldn't be allowed to run around unless she's getting all the hot cock she can handle at home."
His fingers slowly pulled down on the zipper covering his crotch, and his eyes glittered with delight as she shuddered and closed her eyes.
"It's obvious your husband isn't giving you enough cock to satisfy you, Mrs. Thrumble. Don't you think I've seen you glancing down at my crotch when you thought I wasn't looking. You've wondered what I have down there, haven't you?"
Marsha opened her eyes and saw him spread open his pants and let them fall down his massive hair-covered legs. He kicked them off, and stood before her covered only with a huge pair of white boxer shorts.
"Now you're going to see what I've got between my legs," he said with a smirk, "and it's going to scare the shit out of you!"
He jerked down his white shorts, and revealed the most enormous prick that Marsha had ever seen in her life. She couldn't believe her eyes. It must have been nine inches long, and it wasn't even hard. It just hung there like a sleeping giant that would become a raging beast if aroused. It hung out, draping down between his legs, and beneath it....
"You might as well take a good look, Mrs. Thrumble," he said, laughing, reaching down and taking his flaccid cock in his hand. He began rubbing it up and down, pulling on the skin. "Get used to it, because you're going to be seeing an awful lot of it from now on." He peeled the skin slowly back, pulling it free of the enormous bulb of a cockhead that was beginning to swell and rise up into the air.
"Ooohhh! My God!" It was unbelievable. Marsha stared, hypnotized, as the huge phallus swelled up, rising to its full height, and she could see the big purple veins throbbing as the blood surged through its length. It jerked like a beast between his legs, at least twelve inches long and three inches thick.
She backed away, terrified, wanting to scream.
Mr. Walters kicked off his shorts and stepped toward her.
"N ... No!" she said, her voice full of terror. "Oh, no! No!"
Her eyes searched around the room desperately, and spotted a long steel poker laying beside the furnace door. She broke away, running desperately toward it, but suddenly a gorilla-like arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. The arm held her tight, and another huge arm reached around and began taking off her dress.
Marsha struck out with her fists and fingernails, biting and clawing. Mr. Walters drew back his hand and slapped her hard across the face with his open palm, leaving a throbbing red mark searing on her cheek.
He peeled off her dress, careful not to tear it, and threw it across the room atop his own pile of clothes.
"They're going to think we were locked in here together, Mrs. Thrumble, and when someone finally finds a key and opens that door, they're going to find us sitting her in our clothes, all prim and proper, and nobody's going to suspect a thing."
He ripped off her bra, releasing her big fleshy tits, and squeezed them with his hand as he twisted her arm behind her back. Then his hand slipped down.
"N ... No!!!"
He ripped off her panties, tearing them from her body. His hand pressed down between her legs, rubbing her hairy snatch, and he worked a big thick finger up into her cunt, probing around between its lips, poking it down inside and pushing it in.
Why my finger is as big as that little boy's prick you were working on in the boys' toilet," Mr. Walters said, sneering. "Wait till I stick my old dog in you-my foot-long hot dog." He laughed, savoring the idea.
"Let me go! Let me go of I'll...."
"You'll do nothing, you little bitch!" he yelled, spinning her around and pushing her down to the floor. He held her down with one hand and pulled off her shoes, then pushed her legs wide apart till she thought she would split open. He rammed his big finger clear up into her cunt, twirling it around, probing between her vaginal walls.
"I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Thrumble!" He grasped his enormous phallus in his hand and held it up before her eyes, rubbing it, pulling the skin back and forth over the massive tip. "All of this," he said grinning, "is going right between your legs. Get ready!"
"Oh, no!" Marsha shook her head.
The massive cockhead pushed against her hot wet crotch opening.
Suddenly his big prick was sliding through her slippery cuntal lips and his enormous dong angled up inside her, tearing through the soft pink membranes and sliding right up into her to the very hilt.
"EEEEIIIIGGGGHHHH!!!!!"
Marsha screamed, again and again, her insides brutally crushed by the churning, sperm-filled instrument of torture. It felt as though it would burst the sides of her box. He flung his pulsating pelvis close to hers, burying all twelve inches deep inside her very depths.
"Oh, my sweet Jesus," Marsha sobbed. "Help me! Please help me!"
His massive instrument was lodged deep inside her, and he twisted his hips, rubbing it around, tearing at her insides. Then he began withdrawing it, pulling back. Brutally, he lunged forward again, ramming down hard, slamming his belly against hers.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!"
He grinned as her face twisted up in unbearable pain, her legs twitching in spasms. She gasped and begged for mercy.
He began pumping his hips, slowly moving up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her ravaged cunt hole, gasping with pleasure deep in his throat. Wedged deep inside her cunt, his cock seemed to tear her apart, making her pussy sear with pain at the least movement he made.
"No!" Marsha screamed. "You're splitting me apart! You're killing me!"
His big organ tore through her resisting cuntal flesh and she gasped, screaming uncontrollably, pinned down, as he ruthlessly fucked her. He was enjoying every whimper, groan, and plea that she uttered.
He sank his huge phallus in to the hilt again and again, pleased at the pain he was causing her, spearing her without mercy with his big hairy gorilla cock.
He plunged it in again and again, driving it into her very being, and it slipped up against his belly like a baseball bat.
Marsha opened her eyes wide, the pain still searing every square inch of her cuntal passage. She stared, horrified, not daring to think of what he would do next.
Slowly he crawled up her body, his big hands pawing at her naked flesh as he moved. He squeezed her big tits as though they were small lemons in his enormous hands, and then he moved all the way up, thrusting his big hairy crotch and its enormous genitals right into her face.
"Open your mouth!" he ordered, a big grinning smirk twisting on his face.
Marsha's eyes were wide with fear. "N ... No! Oh, no! It's too big! I can't!"
"I said open your mouth, cunt! You're going to suck my cock, and if you try to fight it, it's just going to hurt that much more!"
"No!" Marsha screamed. "Oh, God! Don't stick it in my mouth! Please don't! I'll choke! It'll strangle me!"
"Those are the hazards of the game, Mrs. Thrumble. But if you just relax your throat muscles and let it sink all the way in, maybe, just maybe you can handle it."
Marsha shook her head desperately. "I won't!"
"You will!" He smacked her face hard with his big hairy hand, sending her mind reeling in a huge blur of throbbing pain. Then he reached down and hooked his thumbs between her lips and pried her mouth open. "And if you dare bite it, Mrs. Thrumble, I'll knock those pretty, white teeth right out of your head. Now eat your supper! Suck on my big hot dog!" He pushed it into her open mouth.
Marsha gagged as it slid in over her tongue and pushed far back into her throat.
"Lick it!" he ordered, sliding it in inch by inch, cramming her mouth and throat full of it, pushing in more and more till she started to choke.
Marsha relaxed her throat, making room for the enormous monster that was invading her mouth. She knew she had to relax her muscles, or she would choke on it. She would literally be suffocated, choked to death. With her muscles relaxed it entered more easily, and he jammed it in to the hilt, grinning down into her wide eyes. "I said lick it, you cunt!"
Marsha obeyed, afraid to do anything but obey this animal of a man whom a short time ago she had thought to be her knight in shining armor. She licked all around his shaft, disgusted at its strong beast-like taste. The rancid smell of his genitals filled her nostrils, revolting her.
She thought of the five sweet boyish pricks she had sucked so lovingly during the week, and she realized she would never be able to stand sucking on an adult male prick again, not even her husband's.
Mr. Walters humped up and down, thrusting it in and out, tearing into the soft sensitive membranes that lined her throat.
Suddenly Marsha gagged, and began choking.
Still he fucked her face, driving his enormous phallus like a battering ram, his eyes gleaming with sensual delight.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" She was going to choke to death if he didn't stop. She could feel his huge organ rubbing down inside her neck as he rubbed her throat with it. The pain was searing, unbearable. Choking, gasping, she struggled beneath him. His big prick held her face flat to the floor as though her head had been impaled with a spear.
Her face turned red and her eyes rolled around wildly, and she began to feel blackness crashing in around her. Then he pulled back, ripping it out of her throat and leaving her gasping desperately for air, her breasts heaving.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eddy and Chuck both reached the door of the furnace room at the same time. Behind them, the three other boys came running down the hallway. Eddy reached out and grabbed the doorknob, twisting his hand, but it was no use. The other boys ran up and crowded around him.
"Open it," Timmy said, impatiently.
"I can't," Eddy said. "It's locked!" He shook the door, making it rattle in its frame. "MRS. THRUMBLE!!!" He called her name loudly, still shaking the door.
"Hey, listen," Billy said. "Do you hear something?"
Eddy relaxed his grip on the doorknob and a dead silence fell over the hallway. They heard a muffled scream from inside the furnace room, but the massive door blocked most of it out.
"Mrs. Thrumble!"
The scream died away. It wasn't a scream for help, but a scream of mixed agony and terror.
Chuck kicked at the door, grabbing the doorknob from Eddy's hands and shaking it, trying to force it open.
"Come on, fellows," he said, moving back. "Let's all hit it at once and try to bust it in."
They all moved back.
"Now!" Chuck cried.
They all rushed the door at once, hitting it with their shoulders in unison, but the combined weight of all five of them crashing against it had no effect.
Mrs. Clawson and Miss Friggle came hurrying up as they backed off, rubbing their bruised shoulders.
"What's wrong?" the secretary asked.
"He locked the door," Billy said.
"Maybe they're not in there," Miss Friggle said, holding the rolled up Playboy tight in her hand.
"We heard a scream," Eddy said. "They're in there all right."
"But we sure can't get in," Mark said.
Mrs. Clawson's face took on a still more worried look.
"Someone get a crowbar or something," Chuck said.
Billy started to move away but Mrs. Clawson's voice stopped him. "Wait, Billy," she said. "We'll never be able to break in that way. There's an extra set of keys in Mrs. Thrumble's office. In the top drawer of her desk."
Billy broke off in a run.
"They're marked with a tag!" Mrs. Clawson called after him. "They're marked 'Janitor,' and there's a whole bunch of them!"
Timmy raced off after Billy. "I can run faster than he can," he said.
"Hurry, Timmy!" Mrs. Clawson pleaded. "There's no time to lose."
The footsteps of the two boys echoed madly down the empty corridors and then there was silence.
"Mmmmmmnnnnpppphhhhh!!!"
"Oh, God!" Chuck cried.
They turned and stared at the door from behind which had come the muffled scream.
"What is he doing to her?" Mark whimpered, his face pained and frowning.
Chuck hammered on the door with his fists.
"Stop it! Stop it!" He rattled the doorknob, pushing and pulling the door in its frame.
Miss Friggle clenched the magazine tightly, her fist turning white, and Mrs. Clawson lowered her head, her face pained.
Chuck threw his arms up, flattening his palms on the door and pressing his face against it, feeling horrible helpless. The seconds passed slowly-each of them seeming like an eternity as they waited for Timmy and Billy to return.
At last they heard footsteps far down the hallway, racing closer. The two boys feet pattered madly as they sped back to the furnace room.
"Hurry!" Mark yelled. "For God's sake, hurry!"
They came racing down the corridor, Billy a good 20 feet behind the stronger and faster Timmy. Timmy ran up, gasping for breath.
"The keys!" Chuck urged. "Hurry up and give me the keys!"
Timmy's face was red and his eyes were wide and flashing. "I can't!" he gasped, his chest heaving. "They weren't there! The keys are gone!"
"Oh, God!" Mrs. Clawson said, her voice trailing off. "Oh, my dear God!"
Chuck spun, striking the door with his fist in agonized anger. "There must be something we can do," he moaned. "There must be something."
At the first sound of the rattling of the door, Marsha thought she was saved. Her raw bruised mouth uttered a sigh of relief. But then, as the door continued to rattle, and she heard the muffled voices on the other side, her eyes stared at the door, and for the first time she became aware of its massive strength and thickness.
Her eyes rolled upward, terrified at the big biology teacher. He stood there naked, his feet planted wide apart, and his brutal phallus rose up from his hairy groin like a third leg which had been amputated, leaving only a knee-length stub. The enormity of it made Marsha shudder, and her throat still ached from its brutal attack.
Mr. Walters reached out with his foot, pressing his toes down into the mound of wiry hair between Marsha's legs and worked his toes down into her gash which was red and raw from the brutal friction of his rubbing club.
Then he moved his foot down, shoving it up beneath her, working his toes up, under, and into the crevice between her naked asscheeks.
"Your mouth," he said, "and then your cunt." His toes worked up between the round mounds of her buttocks. "Two thirds of our little orgy is finished. Now for the third and final part. Then we'll have done everything."
Marsha stared at him, horrified.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
She screamed with terror. "Oh, my God, no! I can't take it there! I can't! You'll kill me!"
He stared down at her, his eyes hard and flickering, showing no mercy.
"You should have thought about that before you started messing around with little boys, you dirty filthy animal."
He turned and spat. "Now roll over!"
"No!!!" Marsha's eyes were wide with terror.
"I said roll over!"
He bent over and seized her helpless body in his hands and spun her over onto her stomach like a limp rag doll.
"Don't do it!" Marsha pleaded. "Oh, please don't do it! I can't take any more! Oh, God, don't do it!"
Mr. Walters spit in his hand and used it to slick up his enormous phallus. Then pushing her legs far apart, he knelt and positioned the big head up against Marsha's asshole.
Marsha's body tensed. "Please ... please," she whimpered.
The biology teacher smirked. "Please what?"
"Please don't do it!"
He shoved his massive rod up against her hole and Marsha stiffened, clenching the muscles of her asscheeks tight together, trying to block his, onslaught with all her strength. She knew that once he got it inside of her, she wouldn't be able to stop him.
The door rattled again and they could hear fists and feet hammering and kicking against it.
"They're just wasting their time," Mr. Walters said, laughing. "They're not going to get in here until they find Mr. Henerson and get his keys, and that'll take a while. I paid him $50.00 to take the afternoon off and lose himself." He laughed. "I think a nice pussy like you is worth $50.00, Mrs. Thrumble, but from now on, it's not going to cost me a dime. Whenever I want some, you're going to give it to me. If you don't, I'll have a little chat with the school board and with a few of those boys' parents."
Marsha felt the big man's muscles tense and he lunged forward with a savage jab-once-twice-on the third jab, his huge cockhead broke through and sunk between her wide-spread asscheeks.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"
"Now don't tell me that doesn't beat those little boy pricks you've been messing around with." He drove his oversized male organ in two more painful inches.
Marsha screamed as it ripped down inside her. "Oh, God. You're going to kill me! Oh, God! No! Stop! Stop! EEEIIIGGGHHH!!!"
"Shut up, you filthy cunt!"
"Oh, my God! Please help me! Someone help me!"
He laughed again, jamming his huge organ another inch down into her splitting asshole. "Whenever I want some pussy from now on, you're going to spread them. Do you understand?"
Marsha sobbed. "Y ... Yes," she whimpered, tears flooding her eyes.
"And any time I say 'suck my cock,' what're you going to do?"
Marsha groaned and gasped. "I ... I'm going to suck it!"
"Louder! I didn't hear you!"
Marsha sobbed from the unbearable pain. "I'M GOING TO SUCK YOU! OOOHHH! OH, God, it hurts!"
"That's more like it," Mr. Walters said, his voice harsh and cruel. "Because if you don't put out whenever I want it, you know what'll happen?"
Marsha whimpered. "Y ... Yes!"
"I'll tell everyone what you've been doing to the little boys in this school. You'll get fired, but that will just be a small thing, Mrs. Thrumble. If the parents find out what you've been doing with their sons...." His voice trailed off.
Marsha knew she was defeated. From now on, she would have to spread her legs for this perverted man whenever he wanted. She had no choice. And what he was doing to her, raping her in the most savage way possible, she would have to stand. Even if he ripped her genitals wide open, she could tell no one.
"And if your husband finds out what you've been doing with the boys in this school...."
Marsha closed her eyes and screamed inwardly. "He ... he would kill me!"
"And I don't think anyone would blame him if he did," Mr. Walters said, grinning as he jammed his huge cock another inch down into her hot slick asshole, his legs pressing against her soft warm body. "So, when I get finished, we're both going to get up and get dressed. And we're going to wait for them to open that door, and pretend that nothing ever happened. Do you understand? We'll tell them someone locked us in. Do you understand?"
"Y ... Yes."
"Louder!" He jammed his enormous prick another inch down into her tight asshole and she felt as though she would burst.
"Y ... YES!!!" Marsha winced in pain, gasping for breath, and then he thrust his hips forward and stuck all twelve inches of his massive phallus all the way down to the hilt, pulling her hips up to meet it.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!"
Marsha screamed uncontrollably, squirming beneath the giant spear that was ripping her open. She bit her lips and pressed her face against the cold cement floor, sobbing desperately.
Slowly Mr. Walters began moving his ass up and down, his huge dick rubbing without mercy against her tightly stretched asshole walls. Her body began to tremble as she lay sprawled out beneath him. His hardness thrust into her bowels again and again.
Marsha winced, wallowing beneath him, the cement floor pressing hard against her body, making her hurt all over.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! I can't stand it! Stop! Please, stop!"
Mr. Walters grabbed her hair and pulled it back cruelly, forcing her face up from the floor.
"What did you say, cunt?"
Marsha sobbed, wanting to scream. It felt like her hair would be ripped from her head.
"I must have misunderstood," Mr. Walters said. "I thought I heard you say to stop."
"I ... I...."
"That would have been the wrong thing to say, Mrs. Thrumble. That would be going against our little set of rules." He pulled on her hair, jerking her head still further back, making her scalp a searing bedlam of pain. "When I want to fuck you, you beg for it, do you understand? YOU BEG FOR IT!"
"Y ... Yes! I understand!"
"I never want to hear you say the word stop again!" he ordered, releasing her hair and letting her face smack down hard on the cement floor. "NOW BEG!"
"P ... Please! Please do it." Marsha whimpered, squirming beneath his body, completely conquered, realizing she was to become his slave, realizing she had no choice. "Please." She knew that saying the words he wanted to hear just might make him treat her less brutally, just might make his thrusts a little less cruel and painful. "Please fuck me in the ass," she begged, hating herself for every word she was saying, hating this man who was ripping her open, hating every fiber of his body. "Please! Fuck me in the ass!"
Mr. Walters smiled, a horribly cruel smile, his eyes flashing with perverse delight.
"All right, you bitch! You asked for it! You want me to fuck you in the ass? Okay. You're going to get it!"
"Oh, yes!" Marsha screamed. "Do it! Do it!"
His huge prick made a gurgling slopping sound as it slithered down into the hidden depths of her asshole. He pumped it in and out like a battering ram, sliding it all the way up and down her ravaged shit tube, fucking her back there without mercy.
Marsha sobbed, wanting to scream, but forcing her mouth to say the words she knew he wanted to hear. "Harder! Harder! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh, God, doit! Do it!"
Her body was a slithering mass of searing pain, twisting and squirming in anguish as his huge prick worked in and out. His tool was streaked with the brown shit it encountered in its savage probing. Tiny ruptures burst open like wildfire as his massive organ ripped along her channel. Mr. Walters grinned with delight when he saw the blood and shit streaking his shaft each time he pulled it out.
He groaned and panted, the excitement carrying him away and making him hump up and down on her buttocks like a dog. He drove his rod deeper and deeper, twisting it around inside her. He gasped for breath as he began making a series of hard spearing thrusts, grunting like an animal as he bucked his hairy hips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The boys worked frantically at the big massive door with the tools they had scrounged from the school machine shop. Chuck pried at the heavy lock with a crowbar, his face glistening with perspiration and Eddy and Mark were using bars of steel, trying to use leverage to pry it open.
"If only the hinges were on the outside," Billy said, studying every inch of the massive door for some hint of weakness, something they could attack with at least a glimmer of hope.
"One lousy door," Timmy said, "and not a single window. It's like a damned fortress."
Chuck pushed and pried at the lock, trying to make it budge, his eyes betraying the sense of futility that was beginning to sink in his stomach.
Mrs. Clawson shook her head, the same feeling of hopelessness making her almost sick. "We have to get in," she said. "Why did they make the door so strong?"
Timmy shook his head. "They build a room with big walls for insulation and stick a huge monster of a furnace with thick iron plates. Then they stick in a couple of enormous coal bins. I guess it's only natural that they can't think of anything else to stick on but a big thick door that really belongs in Fort Knox."
Chuck spun around. "What did you say?"
Timmy stared at him with a puzzled look. "About Fort Knox?"
Chuck shook his head. "No! Before that! You said they put in coal bins."
Timmy shrugged and nodded. "Why sure, but...."
"The coal chute!" Chuck said, his voice suddenly filled with hope. "Where is it?"
Timmy's eyes widened.
"Come on!" Chuck said. "Let's go!"
The boys raced down the hallway, their feet speeding to the building exit at the end of the corridor. Busting outside they ran around the building.
"There it is!"
Billy was the first to reach it. He pulled it open, and just as quickly Chuck raised up a leg, Timmy holding him so he could raise the other leg, and he disappeared from view, sliding down the chute into the furnace room below.
Billy was the second one down. Timmy helped Mark, then Eddy up into the chute entrance and watched them disappear from view. When they were all inside, Timmy climbed up and pushed off, sliding down.
Chuck slid down and landed with a thud, and scrambled to his feet. His eyes took a second to get adjusted to the dim light, and then, he saw them and he heard a grunting panting noise and an agonized moaning. "Jesus Christ!"
Marhsa was laid out on her stomach, her legs spreadeagled, her ass spread wide open, and Mr. Walters was laying up on her backside. They were both naked and Mr. Walters was sticking the most enormous cock that Chuck had ever seen down into Marsha's asshole, shoving it in to the hilt and out again.
Billy came sliding down the chute but Chuck didn't wait for him. He leaped forward and grabbed Mr. Walters shoulders and tried to pull him off, but the big muscular man just wouldn't budge and his grunting and panting went on lustfully as he thrust his club-like instrument of torture in and out of the helpless woman beneath him.
"Stop it, Mr. Walters! For God's sake, stop it!" Chuck pried at the big masculine teacher but he couldn't move him. "Help me, Billy!"
Billy charged up to help as Mark slid down and landed behind him. Chuck and Billy pulled together at the biology teacher's shoulders but he still wouldn't be budged. Then Mark was helping them. The combined force of the three of them was slowly pulling the depraved teacher up and back. They pulled, grunting, bracing their feet, using all their strength, pulling him back. His huge thick prick was slowly being withdrawn from Marsha's raw ravaged ass.
Then, with a powerful lunge of muscled force, Mr. Walters broke free of the boy's hold and the entire weight of his massive body lunged down and his club-like dong speared deeper than ever into Marsha's blood-streaked ass.
"EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Mr. Walters pumped it in and out as the boys regained their holds. The biology teacher knew the game was up. He knew that he would never get another chance to ravage the body of this boy-hungry woman beneath him. He fucked at her desperately, full of a potent and powerful desire to have his bat-shaped prick reach a thundering climax. Marsha's mouth and even her cunt had failed to make him achieve this goal, though he had ravaged them savagely and without mercy. But her asshole, her tight round asshole-there was hope here. His club was squeezed tight and he knew it would finally shoot if only he could keep it in there a little longer. It wouldn't take much longer.
He reached back and caught hold of Mark's arm and flung the boy helplessly against the far wall of the hot furnace room.
Chuck and Billy pulled at him like cubs pawing a big mangy lion. They couldn't budge him by themselves. Eddy and Timmy came into view.
"Someone open the door!" Chuck cried. "We need all the help we can get!"
Suddenly he felt a big hairy hand around his neck, and he was flipped head over heels over the two naked bodies and landed in a heap, his breath smacked out of him.
Timmy was at the door now, and realized that the biology teacher had locked it from the inside and hidden the key. He fumbled for it in the heap of clothing on the floor, finally found it, and began unfastening the door.
Eddy and Billy were pulling at the massive man who was ravaging the woman who had so recently taken them as lovers.
The door swung open and Mrs. Clawson and Miss Friggle rushed inside. Their eyes bulged at the sight which confronted them and they couldn't believe the size of the thick massive limb of flesh that poked and prodded at Marsha's asshole.
Marsha just lay there, passive, defeated, her resistance completely battered, moaning painfully as she experienced orgasm after orgasm, each orgasm making her bleeding ass become mercifully number so that the ripping pain seemed slowly to ebb, little by little.
"Jesus!" Mrs. Clawson muttered, and Miss Friggle clenched her magazine, her eyes glittering with anger.
Chuck raised up, regaining his senses, and at the same time Mark and Timmy jumped in, pulling at Mr. Walters head and shoulders. Chuck rushed in, grabbing an arm. Miss Friggle and Mrs. Clawson each grabbed a powerful foot and pulled back.
Together, the seven of them slowly overpowered the muscular gorilla of a man, pulling him back inch by inch, ripping his club-like cock out of Marsha's red-streaked ass.
Mr. Walters flailed out with his powerful arms, sending first one boy flying, then another, but each in turn rose back up and ran back to get another hold. At last they were pulling him almost completely off. They gasped as inch after inch of massive blood-stained penis appeared before their eyes. It was enormous and at least a full foot in length.
The bulbous head swelled up, clinging desperately at the broken opening of Marsha's anal passageway. Then it plopped out, defeated, as they tore the man from her body.
They pulled him completely off, not satisfied till he was clear across the room from Marsha's postrate form. The Mrs. Clawson released the foot she was holding and rushed over to the principal's body. Marsha lay trembling, her lips quivering, her legs stiff and full of pain, unable to move. Her eyes were open and she stared at the ceiling with a glazed look.
"Mrs. Thrumble!"
The secretary shook her body, trying to snap Marsha out of her shock.
Mr. Walters was beyond all hope of regaining his selfcontrol now, and his cock rose up like a hard wooden club, waving out from his body. He had to reach orgasm. He was desperate. He flung the boys aside, one by one, freeing himself, tossing them around like so many rag dolls. Miss Friggle picked up the hard rolled-up copy of Playboy and waved it menacingly.
The big man rose to his feet, his cock jutting far out into the air, swaying like a tree limb. He-reached down frantically and grasped it in his fists, pulling the thick skin up and down.
The boys sat where they had been tossed, staring, not able to believe it.
Life came back into Marsha's eyes and she stared, still terrified at the big naked man who had just raped her. Mr. Walters masturbated his massive penis, sliding his hands up and down its length. Suddenly he laughed, and he couldn't stop laughing.
"I told you I would show you what a real man was like, Marsha Thrumble. Look at youself, laying there naked, your mouth and cunt and ass all bloody. Does it hurt, Mrs. Thrumble? Tell me, does it hurt?" His hand jacked up and down in uncontrollable lust.
"You perverted animal!" Mrs. Clawson muttered, pulling Marsha's dress over her naked body.-"You dirty filthy animal!"
Mr. Walters laughed again, a low hoarse whine of a giggling laugh ... the laugh of a demented demon.
"You're calling the wrong person a perverted animal," he snorted. "I had every right to fuck her. She, and these boys here, they've been...."
"Don't say it!" Miss Friggle suddenly sputtered. "Just don't say it! I'm warning you!" She waved the magazine menacingly. "And stop that, right now!" she ordered, as his hand rubbed up and down his dick.
Mr. Walters glared at the elderly woman, his hand not even pausing in its open and blatant masturbation. Both of his hands were rubbing his massive dong before the old lady's angry eyes. "She's a dirty, filthy, perverted boy-fucker!" he snorted defiantly. "So I gave her a MAN-SIZED cock to take her mind off these poor little boys! I gave her this!" He stroked himself up and down.
"You monster!" Miss Friggle lashed out with the magazine, raising it up and bringing it down toward his head in a long sweeping arch.
The biology teacher released his hold and stepped back to avoid the swinging blow, and the hard rolled up magazine landed right on his dick with a resounding thud.
"EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The pain was unbearable, and then, it happened! the blow with the magazine did it! His legs arched out and his big cock swelled up like a long balloon and sperm began shooting out as though from a geyser. The sperm spurted forth in unbelievable quantities before their shocked eyes. It gushed up into the air and down onto the cement floor, forming a big puddle of slippery white slime.
The big man moaned at the horrible pain in his dick. "You almost broke it, you old bag! You almost broke my dick!"
He moved toward Miss Friggle and she stepped back. The boys started to move, to rush to her aid, but then it happened.
Mr. Walters bare foot stepped into his own puddle of sperm, and slipped out from under him and his huge weight came crashing down to the floor. He fell with a thud, his bare buttocks landing right in the middle of his enormous glob of sperm, and his body skidded toward the red hot furnace.
"Oh, my God!" Miss Friggle hid her eyes.
His legs spread wide, the huge biology teacher slid right up to the heated inferno of iron sheets, and his big cock smacked up flat against it.
There was a huge hissing sound and the nauseous smell of burning flesh. The big man lost consciousness, falling back, the leathery skin of his steaming cock sticking to the hot iron furnace. The big dick sputtered and smouldered and sperm boiled up from the balls which were slowly being dissolved by the heat. The sperm bubbled out the end of his burning cock and sizzled and evaporated as it hit the hot iron plates.
The boys ran over and tried to pull him away, but the smoldering skin of his dick stuck to the furnace and they couldn't budge him.
"He ... He's ... dead!" Chuck said slowly, releasing his hold on the lifeless arm he was pulling. "It's no use. He's dead."
They moved back, shaken at the horribly painful death he had met.
"Wh ... What are we going to do?" Billy asked, his voice trembling.
Mrs. Clawson looked around the room and retrieved the remaining articles of Marsha's clothing. She retrieved everything and finished dressing the principal and helped her to her feet.
"Come on," the secretary said. "Let's get out of here."
"But what about Mr. Walters?" Timmy asked.
Mrs. Clawson stared at the burned nakedness of what had once been a man.
"I think it's best that we all forget what happened in this room," she said, her voice heavy. "If we don't, there'll be questions, and Mrs. Thrumble'll be found out."
Miss Friggle nodded. "We have to protect Mrs.
Thrumble," she agreed.
"Well just leave," Mrs. Clawson added, "and we'll let the janitor find him here tomorrow morning. And none of us know anything."
The boys nodded.
The secretary took the Playboy from Miss Friggle's hand and tossed it to the floor beside the naked body of the biology teacher.
"Almost all men get a kick out of dirty pictures," she said. "And some of them even get off their rocks by playing with themselves while looking at them. It's possible that an accident could happen while they're doing it."
She looked at the dead body beside the open magazine.
"Well just let the police draw their own conclusions," she said, and slowly she helped Marsha move toward the door and out of the room. The boys crowded around and followed, and Miss Friggle joined them. They slammed the big furnace door shut with a bang, its surface still unscathed. Then Marsha was led along the hallway by the two women. The five young boys who so desperately loved her followed close behind, leaving behind them the only threat to that beautiful love.
