The fresh high school co-eds were just learning about sex but they took part in it with an enthusiasm that left the boys too weak to move.
They could never get their fill of the thrills they get when they were sucking on some stud, or getting one of their teachers into a group scene.
A club was formed where the initiation ceremony ended up in an orgy, everyone throwing themselves whole hog into the fray.
Legs, mouths, tits and cunts writhed and twisted about in a heap on the floor, everyone sucking, fucking and gorging themselves on the taste and pleasure of fucking.
There was nothing that was too wild for these girls and there was nothing that they would not try.
CHAPTER ONE
The kids in Chester High School were raised in one of the roughest neighborhoods in the city. They learned about life! and especially about sex early. They knew everything there was to know long before their counterparts in other high schools knew about things.
Jason and Sam had a thing going that would put most high schools to shame. The After Hours Club was a very private club where the members did nothing but fuck.
As teachers, these two men could get away with anything they wanted to and they could manage to involve as many kids as they wanted in this club with the promise of good grades.
Using that as their ace in the hole, these two men gathered the best-looking girls around them and the hottest studs in the school.
There was nothing .that these tough young street kids would not try to get the thrills they were looking for. It was a huge game they played and they played for real.
When other kids were going to the movies and eating hamburgers, these kids were fucking and group swinging like adults. There was nothing that they didn't know about sex and they proved it every night.
The kids at Chester High had nothing left to learn about sex. They knew it all ways before they got to high school age. All they could do was indulge in it, as often and as wildly as possible.
The school, with its inadequate facilities, its indifferent teachers, and its boring curriculum could offer them little distraction. The streets were a hotbed of dope-pushing, sex soliciting, and all the other unsavory activities common to a big city slum.
Since gang warfare had gone out of style in the late fifties, the kids had no other form of amusement except sex. And they amused themselves to the hilt with sex.
A group was organized in the high school. A group that came together as spontaneously as the earlier street gangs of the fifties had. All the hottest studs and the hottest and best-looking cunts in the school got together and started a club called the After Hours Club.
The After Hours Club was the hot shit clique in the high school. Everybody knew they existed. Everybody knew what they did, and how they did it.
But nobody wanted to break them up. On the contrary, everyone wanted to join. But not everybody could.
Jason and Sam, the two handsome young biology teachers the only teachers included in the high school sex club made sure that all the applicants were thoroughly screened. Neither Jason nor Sam wanted any trouble. They were careful that only cooperative, interested, and manageable students joined the sex club.
Infiltration by a hostile student would mean instant dismissal for them, and the breakup of the sex club, which was the only interesting part of their jobs. In fact, the sexual contact they had with the students in the club was just about the only kind of contact or interrelationship between students and teachers going on in the whole school.
Jason and Sam knew that they had a good thing going, and they didn't want anything to interfere. They had first go at all the hottest, tightest cunts in the group, and all the cunts in the group were absolutely top quality, the best kind of ass a poor, slum school like Chester had to offer. Of course all the students were anxious to be admitted to it. But the screening was brutal. Still there were many aspiring applicants.
The girls and guys knew that if they became a member of the After Hours Club, they would have the best kind of sex available in the neighborhood, and in the high school. Not only that, they would be practically guaranteed passing grades in all their courses through the influence of Jason and Sam.
At one session, the two teachers decided to start a recruiting campaign. As they sat around in the basement lounge of the high school, surrounded by all the gathered members of the Club, Jason was the first to speak.
"We need some new talent here, kids," he said.
"That's right," Sam added. "All of us have fucked each other in every possible way dozens of times already."
"Right," Jason interjected. "And we're really getting bored with each other."
"It's true," a young, ripe cunt by the name of Jane said. "I've sucked every cock in this room more times than I care to remember."
"It's getting to be a drag," Alice, another young cunt said.
"Jason is right," Bert, a young cock of the group said, "I've eaten out all the cunts in this room, and I can hardly get my rocks off any more."
Murmurs of agreement went up all around the room. It was time for a change. New blood, new sex routines, something, anything.
"That's what I said," Jason interjected. "We've got to get some new talent."
"Okay," Sam said. "Starting tomorrow, each one of you kids has to come up with at least one name for a new recruit. Then we can screen them all, and see what we can come' up with."
"This ends the business part of the meeting," Jason said. "Now let's get some action going."
A bored moan went up through the room. The twenty or so young studs and pieces of ass gathered there had already done just about everything there was to do in the area of heterosexual sex. The idea of going through the same old paces didn't appeal to them in the least.
"Listen," said Bert, "Let's do a show today.
This time, two of us can fuck in the middle of the room, and the rest of us can jack off or masturbate."
"Naw," Jane groaned. We did that one two weeks ago!"
"Yeah," Alice added. "I'm bored with that."
"Well," Bert snapped, "do you have any better ideas?" He glared at Jane and Alice. Both of the girls looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess not," Jane said, speaking for both of them.
"Well, then, shut the fuck up," Bert snapped, "and cooperate."
"Right," said Jason, one of the biology teachers. "I don't like this any more than you do, but what else can we do?"
"Nothing," said Sam. "So we may as well make the best of what we've got."
"For now," Bert interrupted. "But by this time tomorrow, everybody should have at least one name to submit for a new member."
"Wow," Jane said, "We should concentrate on the freshmen. Maybe there are some virgins among them."
"What, are you crazy?" Bert sneered.
"Well, you never know," Jane said defensively. "There's all kinds of wierdos in the world."
"Wierdos, yes," said Bert, "But virgins, no.
At least, not in this part of town."
Again, murmurs of assent and dissent went up in the room. There was no doubt about it, the After Hours Club was getting restless, and when they got restless, they got nasty.
Jason and Sam, the teachers, realized that they had to hold the group together. They had to do it for two reasons. The first was that this group, the After Hours Club, were the only thing that made their idiotic teaching jobs bearable. After all, where else in the city could they have easy access to a whole crew of eager, hungry, and experienced sixteen-and seventeen-year-old cunts.
Where else could they get so much head, and such a good head for free. If they dated career girls, or any of the female teachers in the school, they would certainly have to put out a few bucks for some cheap dinner, and a movie. The thing was in those days, you had to pay for a girl, you had to pay for a dinner and a movie, but what it really boiled down to, was paying for the right to shove your prick into her cunt, or into her asshole, whichever you or she preferred.
It didn't cost that much, but still, with the tiny salaries they were getting, every dollar counted, and it counted a lot.
As long as they were in the After Hours Club, and the only teachers in the group, they had an unspoken, but very real position of power. All the club members knew that it helped to have teachers with them. It smoothed things out, if any questions were raised by the high school administration, and it protected them against possible suspension. Best of all, it practically guaranteed them passing grades.
A good deal for all, no doubt about it. Jason and Sam were anxious to keep it that way. They got what they wanted, free, fresh young head, and the students got what they wanted, namely some kind of protection and security for their little group because of the presence and participation of the students as well as the teachers.
"Okay, kids," Jason said. "So we're going to have a fuck show today."
"Now, the only question that remains is, who will be the cock and who will be the cunt who'll do it?"
An uproar ensued. Every single one of the studs and fillies wanted to give the sex show. But that would be a drag. That would be just an orgy, and they had had their fill of orgies.
"How about you, Alice," Jason asked. "Want to be the cunt for today's show?"
"I sure as shit do," she replied. "But I got the curse today."
"Really heavy?"
"Yeah, I'm bleeding like a stuck pig."
"Never mind, then." Jason said. "That might be a bit too messy."
"What do you say, Jane?"
Immediately, the voluptuous young blonde wriggled up off the floor and moved to the center of the floor.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said.
"Now, all we need is a cock."
"I want to do it," said Bert.
Murmers of dissent went up from the crowd.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, Bert," growled Mark, another well-hung cock. "You've been center stage once too often for my taste."
"Yeah," Jane snarled. "Who the fuck do you think you are, King Cock?"
"Kiss my ass," Bert snarled at her.
"Now, now," Jason interrupted with a placating voice. "Bert has been dominating a lot of activities," Sam said smoothly. "Don't you think it's time somebody else had a chance?"
"Yeah," Mark interrupted. "Somebody like me, maybe."
Jane squealed with delight. She liked Mark because he reminded her of her older brother, who had first introduced her to sex when he raped her at age nine. Even though, technically, the act was rape, Jane had loved every minute of it. She and her older brother had sucked and fucked regularly since then. In fact, she was heartbroken when her brother had to leave home after a knife fight with her father.
Now, the idea of fucking, and putting on a fuck and suck show for all the cocks and cunts of the Club, with Mark, who was practically the spitting image of her older brother aroused Jane. She felt her cunt churn with anticipation and her nipples stiffen.
"Yeah," she said. "I want to fuck Mark."
"Wait a minute," Bert snarled. "That's not the way it works. We all get to decide who fucks who. It's not just up to you to decide."
"He's right," Jason said.
"Exactly," Sam the other teacher, said. "Let's remember the virtues of the democratic process and parliamentary procedure."
"Let's take a vote." said Jason.
Judging from the inaudible buzz of sounds that went up from the gathered club members, they all agreed with him.
"Okay," Sam said, "Everybody who thinks Jane should fuck Mark, raise their hands."
Instantly, almost twenty hands shot up into the air.
"Well," Sam said. "It looks like it's unanimous. There's no need to even take a count."
"Great!" Jane squealed. "Let me strip first."
Mark walked up to her, and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her as she started a slow, sexy strip tease.
Jane, a petite, voluptuous blonde, was a natural exhibitionist. Her body, too, was really something to exhibit.
She had a pair of huge, melon-like tits, so huge that it was a marvel of nature that they stood up so high and firm on her chest, without even the slightest hint of a sag.
Her ribcage was narrow, swooping down to a tiny, pinched-in waist. The waist then swelled out into two perfectly symmetrical, voluptuous hips. Her legs, too, were just right. They were long, but not too long, so as to give her a willowy look, like a high fashion model, a look that would interfere with the fleshy lushness of the rest of her body.
Jane slowly ran her hands over her body, covering every quivering inch of her flesh with the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes seductively, while low animal moans rumbled in her throat, as her hands rubbed hard over her gigantic tits. Suddenly, she punched up the tits between the fingers of her two hands, and began to roll the nipples.
Her mouth stretched into a slight grimace of pain as her fingers, tightening over her nipples, brought her to heights of sexual self-arousal.
"Well," she moaned. I'm waiting for somebody to do it to me.
"Do what?" a dozen eager voices called out.
"Do anything they want " she moaned. "As long as it feels good."
"No," she sneered. "That's old time. I want something new, something different."
She continued to pinch her nipples and roll them between the thumb and forefinger of her hands. Gradually her hips began a luscious and obscene bump and grind.
"Oh, get on with it," Mark groaned.
"Help me," Jane murmured. "Help me?"
"What do you need?" he asked.
She continued to writhe provocatively jutting her hips out now and thrusting her cunt out towards Mark's face.
"I need to get my prescription filled," Jane moaned.
"What will fill that prescription?" Mark asked. "A doctor," Jane moaned.
"I'm a doctor," Mark said.
"Of what?" Jane asked.
"Of cuntology," Mark snickered. His remark was met with roars of laughter from all sides of the room.
"Well, doctor, I still need to get it filled," Jane said.
"I don't know," Mark replied. "You haven't convinced me yet. I'm not sure just how bad you need it."
"Oh believe me," Jane moaned, cupping her tits in her hands, "I need it bad, real bad."
"Prove it," Mark challenged.
"But that calls for a detailed examination," Jane said suggestively. "You got to check me out."
"Tell me your symptoms first," Mark said.
Jane fell into a feverish bumping and grinding. Her hands flew from her tits to her asshole, and then to her cunt.
"Oh, it hurts all over, everywhere," she said.
"How bad does it hurt?" Mark asked "Real bad," Jane said. "In fact, I can't take it very much longer."
"You must be brave," Mark said. "Because, when I begin the treatment, I might hurt you a little."
"Oh, I don't mind," Jane said, "as long as you cool that fever."
"Fever?" Mark asked. "You didn't say nothing about a fever."
"But I got one," she insisted, "right here."
Suddenly, without warning, Jane lifted her skirt up and tucked its hem into the waistband of the skirt. Her crotch and thighs were exposed. Despite their over-indulgence in sex, all the men in the room whistled sharply in appreciation.
Jane's crotch was a sight. The smooth, rounded white belly, bulging out provocatively, was quivering with a purely sexual lust. The flesh of her thighs, too, shook and shivered as her whole body spasmed with the throes of mock pain.
"I'm in misery," Jane groaned.
Her hand suddenly covered her crotch. She rubbed hard against the black silk nylon panties she wore.
"Right here is where it hurts, doctor, she said, "right here."
"Let me see," Mark said.
"Believe me, you don't have to see nothing." Jane whined. "You just got to take care of it right away."
"No, I'm the doctor, I get to decide," Mark insisted.
"Well, decide already," Jane said, once again shoving her crotch out sharply in the direction of Mark's face.
"I can't decide until I've examined you."
"Well, come on over then," Jane purred. "Check me out."
"Take your panties off," Mark ordered.
"Oh, sure doctor." Jane answered in a simpering voice. "Maybe you should do it for me.
A dozen voices roared approval and encouragement. Jason was already deeply involved in the little act Jane was putting on for them. She was a fucking good actress, that cunt, he thought. It was a good thing, because they were all getting restless, very restless.
"No," Mark snapped, "You take them off yourself. Nice and slow."
Jane's hips began to gyrate. Her hands left her erect and hard nipples and slid slowly down to her elastic panty waistband. Slowly, her hands slid over the rounded belly, and began to prick at the muff of golden pubic hair covering her steaming cunt. She paused there provocatively, opening her blue eyes and staring directly at Mark.
"What should I do now?" she asked in mock innocence.
"Take them off all the way," Mark said impatiently.
"Okay, doctor," she said. With her fingers, she pinched up the elastic waistband and pulled it as far away from her quivering soft belly as they would go. She peered down inside the panties, her eyes fixing on the golden cunt muff at the base of her belly.
"Oooh," she whined," I need help bad, real bad."
"Well, take the fucking panties off, so that I can see," Mark snapped. He loved her play acting. That was the most exciting thing left for the club members to do. But Jane was so good, and her acting was so real that he was getting excited. He felt his massive nine-inch rammer begin to throb with lust. His sudden, powerful erection actually became painful for him, because of the tight black pants he wore. He was as eager for action as she was, but he was playing it cool. He knew his status with the group depended on just how cool he was. If he appeared to be a dripping, hot, young cock, his status would zoom down like the thermometer in the middle of a cold spell.
"All right, doctor," Jane simpered. "Anything you say."
"You bet," Mark replied.
"I just hope you can help me," Jane said plaintively, "after all this shit you're putting me through."
"Oh,"Mark breathed eagerly, his hand beginning to stroke his cock. "I can help you all right."
"I'll give you a try," Jane said. "And if you can't, well I'll just have to go to somebody else. After all, a girl has to take care of herself, you know."
"Take the fucking panties off," Mark snapped. He was getting too hot to stay cool. He didn't even care what the rest of the club thought about him anymore. Suddenly, his sexuality took over. All he knew was that his rammer was hot and ready, and this cunt was putting him off and playing games.
"Sure, doctor," Jane said. "Give me a chance, will you?"
She gave her black silk panties a quick tug that brought them just down to the upper edge of her golden cunt muff, but no further. She gave a loud groan of pain, throwing her head back in mock agony. "Oh, I need help bad."
"I'll give it to you," Mark promised.
"I can't wait," Jane groaned. "I'm in misery."
She slipped her hands under her panties, under the part that still covered her golden cunt muff. Slowly, she inserted her hands over the pubic bush, being careful that the panties still covered both the pubic bush, and her hand. She knew how to tantalize the spectators.
Her hand began to move under her panties in an interesting and provocative way. She was obviously scratching her muff, and beginning to dig her finger into the tip of her slit.
"Oh, that hurts," she moaned, throwing her head back in agony.
The fascinated spectators could see only one thing: Jane's lush, delectable body, and her tiny, white hand, playing interesting games down there between her legs.
She shuddered pretending great pain. The index finger of her right hand just rubbed over her clit.
"Ooh," she whimpered. "I just felt a bump."
"Goodness," Mark exclaimed. "Let the doctor see."
"OOh, I can't move," Jane moaned, while her hand was rubbing frantically up and down her aroused and erect clit.
Meanwhile, the spectators were going crazy from her skillful play acting and strip tease. She knew how to imply so much, to hint at so much, and yet still keep the real thing, her hot, come-covered cunt, covered up from all their eyes.
"Is that where it hurts?" Mark asked.
"Yes, yes," Jane moaned. "This thing I have here, right at the tip of my slit. It's killing me. It needs to be massaged."
"Let me see it," Mark ordered.
"Yes, doctor," Jane moaned. Slowly, with gestures imitating painful movements, Jane finally slipped her black silk panties off her hips.
Now, her gold cunt muff was exposed at last. The vee of her crotch was the image of voluptuousness. Her two full, soft thighs, pressed against each other as if in pain. Squeezed tightly between them, was the index finger of her right hand. She kept her finger there, and from the continuing frantic motion of her hand, it was obvious that she was still rubbing it.
Now she had to slip her panties off completely, off past her knees and her ankles, and finally, kick them off. Yet, Jane didn't seem to want to spread her legs or take her finger away from her clit.
"Listen, cunt, you've got to spread them if you're going to be able to take those pants off," Mark snapped. His impatience was increasing with every moment.
"I can't," she moaned. "It hurts too much."
"Come on," Mark urged. "You've got to be brave."
"I'll try, Jane moaned. "But you're responsible for whatever happens to me."
Still she didn't separate her legs or take her finger off her clit. Instead, Jane's hips did a frantic bump and grind intended to make the panties slide off down her thighs by themselves.
It seemed impossible, because the panties were made of that tight, stretchable silk that clung tightly to her body. Yet, this was the way she was going to do it.
Her bare buttocks, a perfect pair of fleshy round white mounds, wriggled left and right provocatively. Her thighs too, began to quiver as she moved them left and right.
Slowly, but surely, the tight silk panties began to slide down her thighs. When they reached the knee level, the gathered club members gasped with anticipation. Jane actually succeeded in taking her panties off without using her hands at all, and had succeeded in titillating them all beyond words with her little acrobatic act.
Now Jane's body fell into a frenzied sort of dance. She bent her knees quickly and rhythmically and then straightened out her legs again. As she made this motion, she let her hips follow it. She was doing a kind of frontwards-backwards bump and grind that duplicated the sex act exactly.
The spectators were going wild. Jane actually looked like she was getting fucked, and getting fucked furiously and frenziedly.
Inevitably, her panties slid down from her knees, and came to a rest around her feet and ankles. Now it was just a question of stepping out of them.
"Come on," Mark moaned. His impatience was getting out of hand. He felt the tip of his prickhead release its hot, sticky flow of pre-come lubricant. If Jane didn't let him ram it in pretty soon, he would just ejaculate spontaneously in his pants, and be the laughing stock of all the gathered club members.
"I'm trying doctor," Jane whined. "It's just that it hurts so much, don't you see?"
"Enough with the play acting," Mark snarled "We both know this is a game. It's served its purpose now. We're all hot. Now let's get on with it."
"Why doctor," Jane gasped with shock. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You do so," Mark yelled. "You want all of my nine inches ramming into that cunt so badly, it's driving you crazy. Now come on."
"I still don't know what you're talking about," Jane insisted. "I'm in pain doctor."
Suddenly Mark couldn't stand her any more. He was really ready to ejaculate, and he knew he mustn't because if he did, he would be the laughing stock of Chester's sex club.
Suddenly, without warning, he lept up off the floor and tackled Jane.
She screamed delicately. "My goodness, doctor," she shrieked, "if this is part of the treatment, I'm not sure I should go to you."
"You don't have to. I'm going to come to you." Mark said.
"Why what do you mean?" Jane demanded, struggling and writhing on the floor.
"I mean I'm going to cure your cunt," Mark said. "I'm going to ram my prick into you, and you'll forget all about that strange pain you've been complaining about."
"Well, that's different," Jane said. "If this is part of the treatment go right ahead. I trust your judgment."
Mark had her flattened to the floor, lying on her back. Quickly, he tugged her panties off her ankles and held them up. He showed them to the crowd of club members.
"I see serious symptoms on these panties," he announced. "My goodness," Jane gasped, "what, where?"
Mark held the panties apart, exposing the narrow section of silk that covered her cunt when she was wearing them. There, he displayed a thick, whitish, yellow smear of love juice.
"Aha," he exclaimed. "Vital juices have poured out of your system," he said.
"What does that mean, doctor?" Jane asked.
"It means you got to get fucked, that's what."
"Really?" she said. But before she had a chance to continue with her play acting, Mark threw the come smeared panties to the floor.
He slammed her luscious young body down against the cold linoleum. As she writhed on the floor frantically, she moaned in mock agony.
"Hurry doctor, the pain is getting worse."
Mark quickly unzipped his fly. His massive nine inch rammer popped out to freedom. "This is the instrument I'll cure you with."
"Oh, good," Jane simpered.
Mark grabbed her soft inner thighs and spread her legs out as far as they would go. He raised his body on top of her. He positioned his prick at the mouth of her cunt, so that his drooling throbbing glans was exactly at the mouth of her twat. With one
shove of his hips, he drove his huge love rod into her spasming cunt, reaching the very end of it in that one single thrust.
Jane moaned loudly, her hips slamming up into his groin. As he pumped her furiously, she gasped. "You were right all along, doctor. This is exactly what I needed. I feel better already."
CHAPTER TWO
Slowly, the teachers glance followed the two students as they walked down the hall toward him. He wondered if they were going to stop and talk, or if they would walk right on by.
He knew one of the students well, very well. But the other one he wouldn't mind knowing. She was perfect, one of the sweetest little morsels that he had seen for a long time.
He wondered for a moment, if he were being too obvious, what if some member of the staff were to see how interested he was in this girl. It could mean the end of his job or worse.
One thing was sure, as far as he was concerned, and that was she was definitely going to be a member of his little club. Sometimes he wondered about if it were all worth it. He would only have to be caught once, and it would be all over for him. He would be in so much trouble that he wouldn't know what to do.
Still, he couldn't think about giving up all that sweet, young, pussy. Every time he thought about how tender and pink their little slits were, he knew that he would have to have them. But yet, there was nothing wrong with exercising a little precaution.
In another few feet, and the two of them would be right on him, and he felt his nerves tighten. She was really a very pretty girl.
"Hi, Jason," I'd like you to meet a new girl. Marie."
At first, the teacher was slightly put off that the young student called him by his first name in front of a new girl but then he decided it would be best not to make a scene out of it.
"Nice to meet you, Marie," he said coolly. "How do you like Chester High?"
"Oh, I like it fine," she replied. "There doesn't seem to be much excitement, much extra-curricular activity, you know."
She looked boldly into Jason's eyes. He returned her look. She knew something was going on, and she wanted to get in on it. That was obvious from her blatantly sexual stare. How much had Bert told her, Jason wondered. He hoped Bert hadn't said too much. He didn't really trust anybody's judgment except his own.
"Well," Jason said, "I can't really agree with you. There are a lot of sports teams you could join."
"I'm not interested in sports," Marie replied. She continued to look straight into his eyes. Her own glance had not lost its sexual content.
Jason was impressed. Either his instincts were way off, or else he was just coming face to face with the hottest cunt ever to hit Chester High.
"There is a home economics club, you know." he said.
"That's not exactly up my alley, either," she replied.
"Well, then, what precisely are your interest?"
Tom asked her hoping she would spell them out for him. "Perhaps I can suggest a school club or organization you can join, something that would allow you to spend your spare time profitably."
"Oh, Mr. Jefferys," Marie began.
"Call me Jason," he said.
"Why thank you," she simpered. "Anyway, that's what I really need, something to do in my spare time."
"Do you have a lot of spare time?" Jason asked.
"Oh, yes," she replied eagerly, " and I have a lot of spare energy too, if you know what I mean."
"Not exactly," Jason said. But now, he realized that this girl was a hot cunt, and she was looking for regular, and varied types of sex. But he decided to play with her, and give her a hard time, also, he wanted to be absolutely sure she was a safe bet, and not a stool pigeon from the Board of Education.
"What do you mean?" Marie asked. "I've been as explicit as I can possibly be."
"Not really," Jason said. "After all, with all that spare energy, you really should join the sports clubs we have here at Chester High. That's a good way to work it off."
"That," said Marie, "was not the kind of energy I was talking about."
"Well, what kind of energy were you talking about?"
"Oh, it's a simpler, more basic kind of energy."
"What kind of energy is that?" Jason asked.
Marie looked him straight in the eyes. There was no mistaking the obvious sexual glint in them. But still, Jason wanted to hear the words, the exact explicit words coming out of her mouth.
"It's sexual energy," she said very slowly, "pure, and unadulterated sexual energy."
Jason was taken aback for a moment, but her recovered quickly. "And you have too much of it, is that right?"
"That's right, she said.
"And you're looking for a place and people with whom you can work off this sexual energy that you have in such tremendous amounts?"
"Exactly."
"So what you want is a sex club."
"That's right," Marie replied.
"And what makes you think that there is such a club here at Chester High," Jason asked. His eyes bore into her deeply. This was the crucial question. Her answer to it, and her reaction to it would determine whether or not she could be accepted into the After Hours Club.
"Nothing makes me think that," Marie said cunningly, "but if there isn't one, I certainly would like to start one, and I think all three of us should be in it, that's for sure. I think we would enjoy it, and really understand the benefits such a club would have. "I see," said Jason.
"Of course, as a biology teacher, you should realize the importance of free, sexual expression." Marie added.
"Oh, but I do, believe me," Jason replied smoothly. He shot Bert a meaningful glance. Their eyes met and interlocked. The message had been conveyed, and the message was that Bert was to bring Marie around to the meeting of the After Hours Club that would take place tonight at Jason's house.
"Well," Bert interrupted," Let's go, Marie. We can have something to eat at the cafeteria if you like."
Marie hesitated a moment. She had expected an explicit yes or no from Jason, right there on the spot. But realizing that it was not going to happen, she decided to make the best of the situation and follow Bert to the cafeteria.
She couldn't believe that she wouldn't be accepted. She was a looker, and she knew it. Plus, she was a fucker and she knew that, too. She had already checked out all the chicks at Chester High, and she knew she could compete with any of them easily even as far as looks went, not to mention the fucking part.
She sat down at one of the scarred tables in the cafeteria. Bert sat next to her.
Immediately, his knee pressed into hers. She returned the pressure without hesitation. If Bert wanted head from her, in return for helping her get into the After Hours Club, she was more than willing to give it. Besides, she knew she would fuck Bert many times over anyway, as soon as she got into the club.
Marie already realized however, that the real power behind the club was Jason, the teacher she had talked to. She knew she had succeeded in capturing his attention. She knew that her eyes could talk sex better than any other girl's eyes.
Except, the sex that Marie's eyes promised, always came though, came through even better than the promise.
Now she turned to Bert and gave him her heaviest bedroom look. She could feel him responding immediately, his legs pressing against hers. Boldly, Marie moved her hand between his legs.
The prick she felt there was the biggest she had ever felt, and she had spent many years feeling pricks, sucking them, letting them butt-fuck her. She just put her finger on one of the hottest, biggest pricks around, and she knew it.
As she let her finger slide slowly over its huge thickening length, she realized that it was like some huge powerful snake, coiled up, and still waiting in retreat. The massive penis stood coiled and ready to strike, between his legs, like between two ricks "Well, Bert," she asked, her hand now covering as much of the massive instrument as was possible. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"I think that you're dynamite, baby." Bert said.
"I know that," Marie answered impatiently.
"Well, what more do you want me to say?"
"Do you think Jason liked me?"
"Do I think Jason liked you? Listen, baby," Bert said, "He was hot for you on the spot." He continued about how Jason would have fucked her right then and there on the lab tables if he thought he could get away with it.
"Are you sure?"
"Am I sure? Listen, I copped a look at his cock, and it was bulging like a motherfucker in his pants."
"I didn't even notice that."
"How the shit could you miss it?" Bert asked.
"I don't know. I just don't even notice these things anymore," Marie said. "How come?"
"Because I'm used to it. Every time I walk into a room, every single fucking prick goes big and hard, know what I mean?" she said.
"Yeah," Bert replied. "So I guess it's just nickels and dimes to you that every guy's prick starts to drip at the sight of you."
"Oh, not exactly nickels and dimes," Marie said. "It's nice to know you're wanted. like right now, for instance."
"What do you mean?" Bert asked.
"Well, you see that big thing down there?"
"Where?" Bert demanded.
"Right there between your legs," Marie said. For some reason, Bert felt embarrassed. He blushed incredibly.
"Oh, my prick," he replied.
"Right," Marie said sarcastically.
"The thing you've got your hands on."
"Exactly. Well that thing wants me, doesn't it," Marie said coyly.
"You bet it does," Bert admitted.
"There, you see what I mean? It feels good to be wanted."
"You are, baby," Bert breathed. His own axle-greased stained hand slipped up Marie's thigh.
"Not so fast, buster," she snapped.
"What the fuck are you talking about, I have a right to do this, because if you're a cunt member of our group, and I'm a cock, we are always able to fuck each other, just like that. That's the whole reason for the club."
Bert responded.
"Yeah," Marie said challengingly, "but am I a cunt member of your club, that's what I'd like to know."
"Sure you are, baby." Bert, tapped her reassuringly on the knee. "You're a cunt member if ever I saw one. And believe me, I seen plenty. I also been up plenty."
"Oh, I believe you, Bert. But what I mean is, will I be accepted into the After Hours Club?"
"Sure you will," Bert said, "I could tell just from the way Jason looked at you."
"And from his hard-on too?"
"Yes, sure."
"But isn't there some kind of vote or something that everybody takes about new members?"
"Sure, but you're in baby. That's a guarantee."
"But how can I be sure?" Marie insisted.
"Listen, if Jason likes you, and if I like you, the decision has already been made." Bert was getting impatient. He wanted at least to be able to stick his hand up her cunt, right there in the gym. He wanted to give her the cunt juice test.
That was a test, tried and proven, and given to all potential new members of the club. If, after being in the presence of a cock for a few minutes, especially close up, the way Bert and Marie had been, the cock stuck his hand into the cunt's twat, and there wasn't a lot of love juice, and scum oozing down, that meant an automatic rejection right on the spot.
It was really important that when the cock felt up between the pussy lips of a prospective cunt, they were already moist, and wet and eager for penetration. That was a sign that the girl had a high level of sexuality and was easily and quickly aroused. The sign of her cunt, that tell-tale wetness, was the crucial test. The girl couldn't make her cunt wet, any more than a man could make his prick stand up hard, if he wasn't really aroused. That way, the body would tell the whole story, and the body would tell the truth. If the girl's cunt was wet, she was okay. If it was super wet, literally dripping with cunt scum, she was a natural and definitely wanted in the After, Hours Club. If, that is, she was good looking enough. That was the first test: looks.
Now, Bert eased his hand up Marie's thigh. She sipped her soda, staring straight ahead of her in the gym, pretending nothing was happening. She was about to protest, but some inner voice, some kind of female intuition, told her to shut up, and let Bert do it.
She was right. That was part of the test, too. If Marie didn't let Bert feel up her pussy now, that would mean that she wasn't free and easy enough, sexually, to really make it with the After Hours Club, But Marie sensed what was happening, and let Bert's greasy, calloused hands slip up over her nylon stockings. She wasn't feeling in the least bit aroused. Not until, that is, she felt his hand slip over the top of her nylons.
When the rough, scratchy fingers of his huge masculine hands finally slipped over the top of the nylon fabric, Marie literally gasped with pleasure. The feel of those cold hands rubbing hard and firm up the warm, soft and giving flesh of her thighs made her shiver with lust.
The point of her sexual arousal was amazing. From an absolute cold and calculating zero, Marie had suddenly become red hot. That was the part of her personality or rather her sexuality that interested Bert.
As his hand crept further up her nude, smooth thigh, he looked at her closely.
"Like that, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, you bet," she replied.
"That's what I like to see, a girl who gets real hot real fast."
"That's for sure. One thing I can say for myself I'm ready for'a fuck at the drop of a pants," Marie laughed.
"That's good because all the cunts and cocks in the club have to be that way."
"Why?"
"Because we don't like to mess around, you know. When we get together, we want to start in on the action right away, know what I mean?"
"Sure," she replied.
"It's going to take a half hour work over to get one of the cunts or cocks hot, then that's too long, you know. We don't want to be bothered with people like that."
"I know what you mean," Marie said coolly.
"But you're not like that," Bert said.
"Oh, no," Marie said. "My cunt is churning already.
"Feel anything wet down there yet?" asked Bert.
"Just try me, baby."
"I will, but I like to take it nice and slow, once I know that the action is there, and the action got there fast."
"Well, take your time, Bert. I'm enjoying every minute of it.
"I can feel your body starting to shake already." Bert said.
"Yeah, too bad your hands can't come up and feel my tits. If they could you'd really get an idea of how hot you make me."
"Why?"
"Because my nipples are like two fucking cannons, stiffer and bigger than they ever were before."
"Oh, I believe it," Bert said.
"You better believe it," Marie replied, "And, she added, "You better believe that I'm going to give you special treatment honey, when I get into the After Hours Club."
"Thanks, doll," he replied, his cock throbbing in response.
"That is," Marie drawled, "if I do get into the After Hours Club. And I'm really counting on it. I'M counting on your support, when they all take a vote."
"Baby, you've got it. Now stop worrying, will you?"
"Okay, Bert, you're right. I'm just a worrier from way back. Except that it would really piss me off not to get accepted, after all, every school I've ever been too, and I've been to plenty, since they keep kicking me out, I've always been the tops."
"I know what you mean," said Bert.
"I had all the guys, teachers, too, panting after my pussy. And when they got a lick of that pussy, they wanted more, believe me."
"Listen baby, you don't have to convince me." Bert said.
Slowly his hand eased higher and higher up her cunt, until it reached the little spare tire of fatty flesh that most girls have right below the vagina.
He gasped involuntarily, as he felt the increased warmth from the hot, wet oven of her cunt. Marie, covered up by the table, spread her legs slightly. She wanted Bert to have all the room he needed and more.
"Now, I really want you," she gasped.
"I really want you too."
"I want you to suck my cunt, suck it so hard that all the juices come pouring out of me, and into your mouth."
"Give me a chance."
Marie was really getting hot. "Your prick, too, I want it thick and throbbing inside of me, so that it hurts."
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"That, too," Marie said. "I like to get it in the asshole, you know."
"Yeah?" Bert said.
Immediately Marie was on her guard. "What's the matter, you don't like butt-fucking?"
"Sure I do," He said indignantly. "I really love to butt-fuck girls."
"Well, once I got gang-banged by a bunch of fags when I was in reform school."
"No kidding," Marie said, amazed.
"Yeah," Bert said. "They put me in reform school and all these fags ganged up on me. And they all shot their loads into my asshole, one after the other. And there was about fifteen of them, too."
"Shit," gasped Marie.
"Yeah, I was bleeding like a stuck pig for days. Right out of my asshole, too."
Marie was dumbfounded. No wonder he got nervous at and mention of butt-fucking. "Gee, Bert," she said sympathetically, "I can understand how you feel. I'm sorry I even brought it up."
"Naw, it's okay," he said, "You didn't know."
"But that still doesn't mean you don't like to butt- fuck girls, does it?"
"Of course not," Bert said. "Sticking a hot thick rod into a tight female asshole is what really gets me off."
"Why?" Marie asked. Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an anal freak, who didn't like to fuck girls in the cunt. That would be too bad, Marie thought, because although she liked to get it in the asshole every once in a while, she liked to get it in the cunt more. And if Bert didn't want to give it to her in the cunt, they just couldn't make it sexually. She knew that right away.
"Well, you know," Bert said, "Some girls have really big boxes, you know what I mean."
"Sure I do."
"I mean their motherfucking boxes are so big, and so loose you feel like you're shooting your load into a big old rubber bag. It's just not fun."
"Yeah, I understand what you mean," Marie said. "Once I had a girlfriend like that. The poor chick really had troubles. Her boyfriend left her because of that. You know, her cunt was too big, for him to get his rocks off, and she didn't let him butt-fuck her, because it was against her principles."
"Yeah," Bert said. "But you chicks have great cunt muscles, you know. If you try, you can make them go tighter, and looser any time you want, and as fast as you want."
"Yeah, I'm good at that," Marie bragged.
"I could have guessed that, baby. I'll bet you're good at everything, including sucking cocks. Oh, wow, I can't wait for a real honest to goodness blow job from you.
"I hope you won't have to wait too long," said Marie suggestively. "The minute I'm officially accepted into the After Hours Club, I'd like you to be the first man I give a blow job to."
"It's a deal," said Bert.
His hand had by now slipped under her nylon panties, approaching them from the back, from the crotch piece. His fingers moved the strip of fabric aside, and gave it a tug.
His cock quivered with arousal when he realized that the silk on the nylon panties, at least that part of it that was covering her cunt, was now sopping wet with the sticky come that had drooled out of her cunt. Bert ran his fingers over it eagerly. He couldn't believe how wet her panties were.
"Wow," he said to her in a low voice, "You must really be some kind of hot cunt, to have so much juice and gism roll out of your twat like that, after just having my hand move up you like that."
"You bet your ass," Marie said. "Wait till you see me in action tonight at the club meeting at Jason's house."
Bert continued to explore her cunt.
"I am going to Jason's aren't I?" Marie asked anxiously.
"Of course," Bert snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're in, and you don't have to worry anymore."
"Good," said Marie, her legs opening a few inches more to the pressure of Bert's hand. It felt good, she had to admit. It felt delicious. Maybe it was Bert, but she thought, probably not. The touch of a man on almost any part of her body made her feel good. And two touches made her cunt cream for sure. But she hoped that she could get to be Bert's special favorite, and Jason's special favorite.
She was a power hungry bitch. And she knew how a cunt could get to the source of power. As a woman, she knew that she herself would have trouble establishing herself as the actual leader of the group, but she could ge the power behind the throne, by getting all the male leaders of her group really addicted to her cunt. Marie had been around long enough to know that the way to power and prestige for a woman was through her physical good looks, or through her cunt. And she was willing to do that.
She was willing to do anything necessary to become the top cunt of the After Hours Club of Chester High School.
Slowly, but surely, Bert's hand slid up to where he could feel the bristly hairs of her cunt muff tickling his fingers and tingling his tips until his cock stiffened even more.
That was what she wanted to feel. Now, she had her hand on Bert's cock, and he had his hand slipping up deeper and deeper into her cunt, and all right here, in the middle of the high school cafeteria.
Marie knew she liked Chester High.
Suddenly, Bert's hard scratchy fingers reached over her cunt lip, getting caught in the tangled jungle of her golden cunt hairs.
"Keep going," Marie murmured. She could feel her cunt lips beginning to swell with lust.
"Oh, T will, baby," Bert moaned.
His fingers, all four of them, slid over the fat, sausage like roll of her outer cunt lip.
"That feels good, so good," she moaned.
Bert's fingers by now curled over the thick fat roll of flesh. He felt the rich cunt ooze drool over the flesh, then he felt still another bubbling flow of love scum flow out of her cunt canal and cover his
fingers "Oh, wow, baby." he moaned. "You're really shooting for me, aren't you?"
"You're worth every drop," Marie gasped. "Every fucking drop."
"You bet your ass I am," Bert said.
"Now, I can't wait to do the same thing for you. I want to suck your cock or massage your cock until you shoot out a gallon of gism.
"You'll get your chance," Bert said. "Don't worry about it baby."
Suddenly, Marie shivered with a spasm of lust.
"Oh, you're going to make me come, right here in the high school cafeteria."
"Wouldn't that be something?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Marie sarcastically, "It would be too much, just enough to get us both kicked out of the high school. And that would not be fun. Just after I've gotten accepted to the After Hours Club."
"Let me touch it just a little more," he said.
"No, cut it out, Bert. You'll get us a trouble," Marie hissed.
"Oh, please, Bert moaned. "The feel of that hot juicy come in my hands is just too much to give up."
"Cut it out," Marie hissed. She began to squirm under the table, but it didn't work. The more she squirmed, the more Bert tightened his grip on her sex sausage.
He had one of her cunt lips tightly pinched between his four fingers and his thumb. As she tried to get away, from him, he simply tightened his grip on her cunt flesh by pressing his thumb and his four fingers closer together. The pussy meat that was brutally pinched in between the two now, was feeling the full sting of his fingernails as they tightened over the meat.
"Ouch! Bert," she wined, "You're hurting me. You motherfucker."
Her only response was a tightening of Bert's grip on her cunt meat.
"Listen, you," Bert said. "If I were you, I would treat me good, better than you're treating me now. Remember, I can still make you or break you as far as the After Hours Club goes."
Marie was plenty pissed off at the balls of this guy. What he was doing amounted to rape and blackmail. She didn't know what to do, but her female wiles carne to the rescue.
"Why, Bert," she said in mock surprise, "I'm surprised at you, a man like you, a real man, doesn't have to use force to get a chick to play ball with him."
"Then why were you giving me such a fucking hard time when I was trying to finger fuck you," Bert demanded with a snarl.
"I wasn't giving you a hard time, doll," Marie said placating, "I was just scared that one of the teachers would notice and we'd get in trouble."
"Look, doll, I know this school inside out, and I know all the creeps who play at being teachers. And when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about, you can take my word for it, see?"
"Yeah, Bert, I guess you're right. I'm sorry."
"You ought to be, baby."
"I am, baby, you can finger fuck me all you want, as long as you say it's okay."
Suddenly, without warning, the stiff finger slid over the fat outer folds of her cunt. It's scratching surface rubbed painfully over the sensitive surface of her sex flesh. Sally shivered with pleasure. She felt good and it felt good. Still, she was a little nervous about the way all this was happening, so openly, right in the high school cafeteria.
But when Bert's stiff come-coated finger began to slip over the sensitive inner ruffled flesh of her inside cunt lips, she forgot her fears. The pleasure that shot through her body practically immobilized her in a spasm of pleasure.
Finally, his fingers pierced through the ruffles of her cunt flesh and pressed through the tight hole. The twat was close, sucking greedily. As Bert's fingers pierced through it, he could feel that even his fingers, the two he has shoved into her twat, were making the twat stretch a great deal.
"Oh, wow," he moaned, "You've really got a tight hole, baby."
"Just wait till you ram your rod into it. Then you'll really know what I can do."
"I can't wait," Bert gasped, "In fact, let's get out of here and go to Jason's place right now. It's about time for the club meeting to start anyway, I mean, the orgy."
"Oh, good," Marie gasped. At last, she was going to go to a meeting of the After Hours Club. Suddenly she was filled with confidence. She knew she would be accepted. After the way she had gotten Bert excited, she knew it was in the bag.
Together, they got into Bert's jalopy, and the ten block drive to Jason's house passed in a dream.
CHAPTER THREE
Marie looked around the room and saw that everything was going along just fine.
All the members of the club were having a terrific time and they were all fucking and sucking each other like crazy, she was glad in a way that all this was going on because she was one of the horniest chicks in the school.
She could never get enough of all this fucking and this sucking.
Her cunt was now hungry for all the good things that were going on in there, and she was sure that she would get more by the time evening was over.
She saw Debbie and other girl go down on each other, sucking and licking into their cunts at the same time in a sixty-nine position.
There was nothing that she could do but to take part in all the fun that was going on around and she felt that she wanted to fuck someone really bad.
And she knew who to get, too.
"Hey that looks like fun," Marie squealed.
"You bet," said Bert.
"I can't wait to get in on all that fucking and sucking."
"Well, then, what the fuck are you waiting for," Bert demanded.
"I'm going to take my clothes off in a minute," she said.
"Go on," Bert urged anxiously. His gigantic ten-inch prick was already drooling its supply of hot sticky pre-come lubricant. He couldn't wait to ram it up Sally's cunt. He just couldn't wait.
"Wait a fucking minute, will you? I want to check out the scene first."
"Big deal," Bert sneered.
Fucking right, it's a big deal, Marie thought. "It's a big deal for me," Marie snapped.
"Maybe you see this sort of thing every day of the week, but I was never involved in a big group fuck like this."
"Oh, yeah, I can understand where you want to sight see a little first."
"Let's sit down and watch," Marie said.
"Sure baby," he replied. "But first you have to take your clothes off."
"Okay Bert," Marie said. "Anything you say."
Quickly she stripped. She saw Bert eyeing her hungrily. "Do you want to fuck right now?"
"You bet I do."
"Well, sorry, really I am," Marie said.
"I'll bet," Bert sneered.
"It's true," she said. "I've just never seen a scene like this before. I want to watch first."
"Oh, fuck you," said Bert.
Marie wanted to placate him.
"Let's undress," she said seductively.
"Great idea," said Bert.
"You can undress me, and I'll undress you."
"Terrific," he replied. Already his own hand was on his zipper. His huge prick, coiled like a hungry snake under the fabric of his pants, was beginning to throb with pain. It was almost more than he could stand.
"Uh-Uh," Marie said. "Let me undress you. I'll play the slave, and I'll do all the work. You just stand there."
"Great," said Bert.
Slowly, Marie removed his hand from the fly of his pants. She unzipped it. Then she dug her hand under the fabric of his pants, inserting it between the slit left for the prick.
When she released the prick from the fabric that held it, it popped out like a jack in the box.
Even Marie, who had seen lots of pricks in her life, including all her brothers' pricks and her father's prick, and had them all rammed up her asshole or her cunt, was considerably impressed at the sight of Bert's monstrous sex sausage.
"Hey," she breathed in real admiration. "That's quite a killer you got there, honey. I can see already that you and I are going to play favorites with each other."
"That can't happen," Bert said. "If it does it would be bad news."
"Why?" Marie murmured, her soft, most mouth nuzzling the immense head of his glans.
"Because it's against the rules."
"Rules!" Marie shrieked loudly, so loudly that several of the naked, writhing fuckers and suckers in the room actually looked up from the cunts, cocks, or assholes they were eating and stared in amazement at Marie.
For one horrifying instant, Marie was afraid she had really done the wrong thing, but almost immediately, all the participants in the orgy turned back to their previous activities.
"See," Bert said. "If you weren't with me, and you made an outburst like that, they would have kicked you out on your ass already.'
"Well, thank goodness I'm with you then."
"Yeah, yeah," said Bert. "Just watch your manners a little. No more outbursts like that."
"No baby," Marie said humbly. She realized that Bert had more power in the After Hours Club than she had expected. Instantly, her behavior toward him changed.
She eased his pants and his underpants over his hips and let him step out of them. Now he stood naked in his shirt and shoes and socks.
"Sit down, baby," Marie said, "and I'll take your shoes and socks off. and your shirt too. Then I'll give you the Marie Special."
"Oh, wow," Bert gasped. "I can't fucking wait."
"I'll be good." Marie promised.
Bert said, "Besides, I haven't fucked any cunts besides the ones in this room for I don't know how long."
Marie was insulted. "Is that the only reason you want to fuck me, because I'm a different cunt, a new cunt?"
"No, baby," Bert said, stroking her hair with his hands.
"Well, then, why else are you so hot and hungry for my pussy?"
"Because I like you, you dumb cunt. I don't know why, but there's just something about you."
"Yeah," said Marie. "I can understand what your saying "Good," said Bert. He sank down on the sofa, and gently pushed Marie's head down towards his huge, purplish throbbing cock. Already there was the glistening drool of pre-come lubricant oozing out of it.
Of course, Marie was lying when she said she liked Bert especially, because there was a certain something about him. She didn't give a shit about him, but she thought it would be a good idea to get this dumb cock strung out on her. That way, she would have somebody to stick up for her, in case anything went wrong.
Actually, she despised Bert, because she could tell that he was really stuck on her, and wanted her so badly that he had lost his dignity in the process of trying to win her attention.
Also, Marie loved tall, blond, blue-eyed studs. They really made her cunt water, just the sight of them. Her brothers, whom she had fucked frequently and with great satisfaction. were all tall, blond, blue-eyed giants, just like her father whom she had fucked at age eleven.
Marie herself was a blue-eyed blonde, but of course, much more delicate and frail than her brothers. Still, since her first lovers, her brothers had been that way in appearance, those were the kind of men she most enjoyed.
Bert, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Although he was very good-looking too, and certainly well hung, he was just barely taller than Marie, and, really swarthy. His shining black eyes and smooth black hair would have made him the perfect lover-image for many girls.
In fact, Bert was so handsome, he came dangerously close to being pretty. All the cunts in the club loved him, especially the cunt-lapping jobs he did.
But Marie didn't even feel the same way. Even though she never yet had a chance to get into a sex scene with Bert, she decided ahead of time that he was not for her. That was one of the reasons why she was so eager to look around the room, and observe all the participants of the orgy so carefully.
She wanted to see just exactly whom she could single out for her special favors, somebody she could really care about.
Marie went down on Bert's massive prick. He was so hot and hungry, he tried to ram the whanger right down her throat instantly. But she struggled to raise her head up off his dong, which was gagging her.
When she succeeded, she hissed at him angrily. "What the fuck is your problem, anyway? You want to strangle me, you some kind of mad sex murderer, huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Bert said. "It's just that I want you so bad, I got carried away."
"Well, just don't let it happen again," Marie said. She was getting ballsy, because she had caught a few of the meaningful appreciative glances from the After Hour Club as she entered the room. Marie could tell that she had captured their interest, and as soon as this present fucking and sucking session was over, it would be time to change partners. And she knew that there would be at least five hot cocks right there in front of her, wanting to try out the new cunt.
Once that happened, she could safely ditch Bert, and get into somebody new, and more to her taste. But, in the meantime, she contented herself with going down on Bert's cock.
Slowly, sensuously, she opened her mouth over his immense throbbing glans. Gently, she pressed her lips over it just a tiny bit. She felt an immediate shudder of response from his cock. He arched his back, trying to get more of the cock between her lips.
"No," Marie whispered. "Let me do it my way."
"Okay baby," Bert replied. "You're in charge."
"You won't be sorry," she said. "I know how to do this, and how to do it really well."
"I'll bet you do," he gasped.
"Listen, I've got it down to a fine art, you better believe it."
"Shoot," said Bert.
"No, no," Marie laughed, "that's what you're supposed to do.
Again, she closed her lips loosely over his cock. As her lips were applying a gentle, unceasing pressure on the gigantic, wedge-like glans, her mouth was simultaneously working up a huge wad of saliva.
Now, her tongue darted out eagerly, working over the cock with all the skill she could muster, which was plenty.
She made her long tongue into a point, and made sure that a generous glob of spit was saturated right at the tip of that point.
Then, she darted the spit-laden tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of the prick. Bert moaned with satisfaction as her wet, pointy tongue stabbed again and again into his throbbing little hole at the tip of the glans.
As Marie continued to do this, she took the length of his prick in her hands. She held the stalk firmly, but gently, and then began a slow caressing massage motion up and down. Bert was almost senseless with pleasure already. He closed his eyes tightly and moaned. As she let her mouth suck in more and more of his prick, she felt that he was about to come, in her mouth. She decided to stop that right away.
Marie wanted to make an entrance, a grand entrance into the After Hours Club. She decided to work over Bert's cock so much, that he was moaning and groaning so loudly, he would drown out all the other sounds in the room, and everybody, all the other fuckers and suckers would turn around eagerly, to see what was happening.
What they would see was Marie's nude, voluptuous body, squatting on the floor in front of the prostrate, orgasming Bert. It would look good, Marie thought. It would make the right impression immediately.
She realized that Bert, even though she thought he was a piece of shit, was quite a hot shot in the After Hours Club. And, for all the cocks and cunts to see the great Bert, a helpless bundle of twitching spasming nerves, come to a screaming, creaming orgasm while Marie was sucking his cock, would really establish her status right away.
Marie knew it was important to hit the right note as soon as possible.
She proceeded to give Bert the best blow job she ever gave in her life.
Her hot, skilled tongue raced along the clefts separating his wedge-like glans from the stalk of his prick. A huge, oozing wad of saliva lubricated the quick arousing movements of her tongue. Then, she jabbed the tongue into the prickhole again.
All the while, her hands were gently rubbing the length of his pulsing stalk, and beginning to move faster and faster.
She knew that Bert, like all men, had a super sensitive spot, a sex spot that aroused him more than any other place on his body if it was stimulated, and stimulated just right.
Marie wanted to find that spot, and stimulate it sexually with her hands, while she was sucking his dick. She knew that the combination of the two would drive Bert crazy. He seemed to be a moaner and groaner, so that his arousal would certainly result in some loud, lustful noises busting out of his mouth. And that, thought Marie, was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Quickly, her left hand explored the places between his legs, the slit leading to his asshole, the asshole itself, the inner thighs. She got no special reaction.
Then, on intuition, she gently cupped his two huge, hairy balls in his hands, and continued to suck his dick. The instant her hands cupped gently over those balls, Bert's entire body stiffened convulsively, and his back arched. A loud moan of pleasure ripped out of his body.
She had found the magic spot! Marie thought. Now, she just had to work it over, and suck his dick at the same time. He would start bellowing like an elephant having an orgasm, and all the other action in the room would stop.
All eyes would turn to her. That was what she wanted.
Her prediction came true. As her mouth sucked and licked and nuzzled first the glans, then the stalk of his prick, her hands continued to squeeze gently on the two thickening hardening balls hanging in their sac.
She played with them delectably, moving them back and forth inside her hands and manipulating them inside the loose scrotum sac himself. Her eyes glanced up at Bert. His face was twisted into a mask of lust. His mouth was wide open as if to scream in passion, but now no sound came out.
"What the fuck?" Marie asked herself angrily. "Why doesn't the motherfucker shout or something, what the fuck is the matter?"
The only thing she could do was keep on doing what she was doing, only harder.
This time, she massaged his balls with her fingertips, but with the soft, skillful pads. And, she sucked his huge whanger deep into her mouth, as deep as it would go.
When she felt the pulsing dripping glans slam against the back of her throat, she began to play with his balls, only this time faster, and with more frenzy.
Suddenly, the inevitable happened. A loud, ear-splitting roar of pure, savage pleasure ripped out of Bert's throat.
"This is what I've been waiting for," Marie thought.
She let the rammer deeper into her throat, and with much difficulty, she managed to expand and contract her throat muscles so as to give the huge cock the maximum of stimulation.
Suddenly, another loud roar of lust broke out of Bert's throat and filled the room. Even though Marie was working very hard to give him that kind of stimulation, in fact, she was in a sweat of exhaustion, she was sufficiently alert to be able to tell that every other person in the room had stopped fucking or sucking or eating out assholes or armpits, or whatever else they were doing.
She felt the dead silence fill the room. Even though she couldn't turn around to see, since Bert's gigantic cock was filling her mouth and practically strangling her, she could sense that all the eyes in the room were on her! All the members of the club were watching.
Finally, Bert's body stiffened so much, so convulsively, that it looked like he was going to have an epileptic fit.
Suddenly, he screamed again. It was the sort of helpless, rasping howl of an animal who was either dying, or who was so savagely, senselessly engrossed in the sexual act of physical release, that all of his self control had left him.
The howl of lust echoed and re-echoed in the room. Marie knew without a doubt that Bert was going to have the most memorable orgasm of his life, a screaming, creaming howling release that would establish her reputation as the queen of the After Hours Club forever.
Suddenly, she tightened her throat muscles over his cock again, and she tightened her grip on his balls.
"I'm coming," he screamed. His statement was followed by a long, long, rasping groan of release.
Huge wells of hot salty come gushed out of his prick, filling Marie's mouth instantly. She gagged, but forced herself to swallow it, every bit of it.
That was an important part of the impression. She could make this guy spurt out such gallons of come, if she could make his ten inch rammer explode with such a powerful orgasm, she should be able to swallow all of his come too. That was important, and she knew it.
Choking like a dying swimmer and gagging frantically, Marie swallowed every drop of Bert's come as it gushed out of his stalk and into her mouth.
She cursed him in her mind, swearing that once she had used him to get herself where she wanted to be in the hierarchy of the After Hours Club, she would never ever let him come near her again.
She hated him for the discomfort she was going through. And, she had no romantic or sexual interest in him, since he was the exact reverse of her type.
But her ploy had succeeded. She had the attention of all the members in the room. That was what she wanted. That was what she was using Bert for. And she had used him well.
He lay back on the sofa, limp with sexual exhaustion. His whole body lay like a rag. Even though his prick was going limp, Marie was sucking on it. She wanted to show the members that she was not only good, but that she was good for long, long time.
She pretended eagerness. As she continued to suck on his withering cock, she began to massage his balls again, in an effort to bring the dick back to life again.
But Bert was spent, totally spent. All the huge amount of sperm he had shot into her body had really drained him. He felt more released, and more satisfied than he had ever felt before.
Suddenly, his hand reached down. He stroked her head a few times, a strange thing to do in the After Hours Club, where a show of personal affection of feeling was rare. The emphasis was on sex, and entirely on sex.
"Will you look at that?" Jason asked.
"Yeah," said San, turning away from the chick he had been butt-fucking furiously.
"He really liked that," Jason said.
"I'll bet he did. That girl is a mean cocksucker."
"She seems to know what she's doing, all right," Sam agreed.
"Is she in?" Sam asked.
"You bet your cock she's in," Jason said.
"Oh no you don't," Sam interrupted. "You always get to break in the new chicks first. We're in on this together remember? Half and half."
"Okay," Jason laughed. "You can have her top part, and I'll take the bottom part."
"Motherfucker," Sam laughed. "You won't get the best of me this time."
"Just watch," Jason said. "I can get it up again easy, and the second I do, you know where it's going to go?"
"In her mouth?"
"No," Jason replied scornfully. "She's already got it in the mouth. She probably had an ounce of come in her lungs, the poor chick, the way Bert was shooting it into her. I'll give her a break, and give to her in the cunt."
"She looks like a better butt-fuck, frankly."
"How can you say that?"
"Because," Sam insisted, "I can just tell, it becomes instinctive after a while."
"No," Jason replied. "You're all wrong. I get the feeling this chick has a really tight box, just naturally."
"Yeah," Sam said. "I have to agree with you. Besides, the way she's been working over Bert, it looks like she had a lot of experience. I mean, she probably knows how to use her cunt muscles to the best possible effect, know what I mean?"
"Of course I do," Jason replied, and I want to feel them out, just as a test you understand."
"Sure, sure," Sam said. "I can see your dick getting bigger already."
"Well, I'm not a biology teacher for nothing." Jason replied. "It's in my blood to test and to experiment."
He began to stand up, extricating himself from the tangle of bodies around him.
"Do it, Jason," Mark, another young student member said.
"I will," Jason laughed. "Just watch me slam the shit out of that girl."
"A butt-fucking," a girl screamed out. "We want a butt-fucking show."
"Yeah," another voice added. "Come on Jason, you can do it."
Jason turned to the member who had spoken. He looked down at his massive rammer.
"Look, it's higher than my belly button already. You want to bet I can do it?"
"No need," the member replied. "It's guaranteed already.
"You bet it is," Jason boasted. "There's never been a time when I couldn't get it up, higher than Sam here, and more often."
"Wait a minute," Sam protested. He knew that Jason was just kidding around, but he didn't want his status challenged in front of the students. He was the partner, so to speak, in the leadership of the After Hours Club. He had noticed that Jason frequently challenged him, always in a kidding way, but the challenge was there anyhow.
Sam was pissed off. He didn't like to be challenged by anyone, especially in the area of his potency and virility. It upset him, because, like many men, he was insecure about his sexuality, at least, insecure enough to be really thrown off by a challenge. He knew he could get it up, but if that fact was questioned and questioned often enough, he got very upset.
For one thing, he knew that Jason's prick was bigger than his but okay, San figured, so what. His own prick was a very decent eight inches in length, which was considerably above the average, and he was mostly satisfied with that. He knew all too well that it was not just the size of the prick that satisfied women, it was how a man used the prick, and what else he did in the course of the fucking that mattered.
So even if Jason's prick was an unnatural ten inches in length, Sam figured he still had more than a fighting chance in any sex competition with Jason.
And fuck it, Sam figured. If Jason wanted to compete, then that was the way it would have to be. He knew that he was a much more expert cunt-lapper than Jason. Jason, for some reason, gave all the members in the club regular cunt-lappings, and seemed to satisfy them. But there was a certain something missing. His lack of enthusiasm betrayed the fact that he really didn't enjoy eating out cunts. Once, when Jason was drunk, he admitted to Sam, although somewhat hesitantly, that he didn't really like any sexual acrobatics.
He personally preferred to have his cock sucked, and as far as an active role in the sex act was concerned, the only way he liked it was in the missionary position, that is, lying on top of the chick, body alighted' to body, and sticking his prick hot and hard into her. That was his favorite brand of fucking.
He liked butt-fucking too, but butt-fucking is basically the same type of copulation as missionary style fucking, a penetration of the female by the male, and that was acceptable to Jason.
Sam realized that unless you really enjoyed a certain type of fucking or sex activity, you really never did it well. You could go through all the technical motions all right, and even arouse your partner, and bring him or her to a climax. But the minute that partner engages in the same sexual activity done by someone who really enjoys it. they can tell the difference even though they never knew there was a difference before.
And Sam knew for a fact that the chicks preferred him, at least they preferred to get their cunts eaten out by him, and that was a big plus right there. They liked to get fucked by Jason, because of the length and thickness of his prick, but when it came to the cunt-lapping, Sam was the favorite, no doubt about it.
So, even though Jason walked over to Marie, and was about to approach her, Sam wasn't too worried. He knew his turn would come, and his tongue would reach so deep, inside her cunt, that she would have an orgasm from it right away, just from that. Then, he would let his tongue slide inside all of her clefts, slowly, wetly, until she was trembling, quivering and creaming, screaming and begging for more.
Sam knew that a tongue lapping work out her cunt would make her forget Jason, or at least, it would make Sam as important to her sexual satisfaction as Jason was.
What really pissed Sam off was the fact that this stupid kind of sexual competition between him and Sam was having a bad effect on the kids. If they wanted to be absolute rulers of the group, they had to stick together, and not play stupid little games like who is the best fuck.
Sam knew that they both had an ideal situation, all the cunt they wanted, for free, pretty much at their beck and call. Why spoil it, he thought, by creating a division in the leadership, namely, between him and Jason.
But, if Jason was going to be an asshole, and keep competing with Sam for cunt, when there was no need to complete, there was nothing Sam could do about it, except maybe talk to Jason, and try to reason with him.
But now was neither the time nor the place. Sam would wait for the right moment, and this certainly was not it.
Jason had walked up to Marie, who still had Bert's withering dick in her mouth. She was still sucking at it, not wanting to give up.
Jason tapped her on the shoulder. "I think you've made enough of an impression," he said.
"Yeah?" Marie asked. As she let Bert's withering dick slip out of her mouth, a stream of hot oozing come dribbled out of both sides of her lips. Quickly, her tongue flickered out to recapture it.
Actually, she didn't like the taste of semen so much, but she wanted Jason to think she did. She wanted Jason and all the other members to think that she could give a whole lot of pleasure, that she was a valuable cunt to have in the group, and a valuable mouth, too.
"Don't try so hard honey," Jason said to her, "you're in. Don't worry."
"Oh, I know I'm in," Marie said. She didn't like the fact that he knew she was still worried, still wondering if she would be accepted into the hottest sex club in the high school, the After Hours Club "So be cool," Jason said.
"I am cool," Marie insisted.
"You're not acting like it," Jason said, indicating Bert's withering prick with a gesture of his hand. "You're knocking yourself out for nothing."
"I'm not so sure," Marie said. "I can make any prick stand up, any number of times I want to."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," Jason said.
"You better believe it," Marie snapped. She was getting irritated. What the fuck does this prick want, she asked herself. If he wants to fuck me, why not come right out and say so?
"So you don't have to prove anything by sucking that limp dick any more," Jason said.
"Got any better ideas?" Marie asked coyly.
"Yeah, I got a dick too," Jason said.
"So what do you want, baby, a blow-job?" Sally asked.
"No, I get more blow-jobs that I can use, believe me. I want to show you a good time," Jason said.
"Oh yeah, aren't you nice."
"You better believe it," Jason replied. "My cock is even nicer, especially when it's inside your cunt."
"Want to give it a try?" Marie said.
"Sure," Jason replied. "That's what I meant when I said I wanted to give you a good time."
"You're pretty smart," Marie said.
"Sure I am," Jason replied. "I know a girl likes to just lay back and get fucked every once in a while. It's hard work, sucking a cock like that."
"You bet it is, especially the cock I just sucked."
"Well, let me fuck you first, baby," Jason said. "Then, if you feel like it, you can suck my cock." Jason prided himself on being democratic with his students, letting them have a say in what was happening. Actually, he didn't really mean it, he just realized that an illusion of freedom would keep them happier longer, and thus, they would be available to service him longer. Jason was something of a voyeur, and when he was not actually fucking, sucking, or getting blown, he liked to watch other people doing it.
And he had his own ready made show with the After Hours Club of the High School. It was a good thing, and he knew it. That was why he wanted to keep it. He wanted to have the students think he was treating them right, so that they would give him no trouble.
Every once in a while, he liked to make a big show of pleasing them, and doing something for them, like some specific sex act he knew they enjoyed.
"Get in the middle of the floor, honey," he said to Marie, "And I'll give you the best fuck you ever got."
Marie's eyes roved over his powerful, muscular, and yet lean body. Her eyes riveted on his gigantic dick, which, with its full ten inch height, rose high over his belly button, and twitched hotly, hitting against his stomach.
"With that tool, you might tear me apart. It's almost too big for its own good," Marie replied.
"What are you talking about?" Jason demanded irritably. He didn't like any kind of criticism.
"I mean, too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing, you know."
"No, I don't know," Jason insisted.
"I mean, a dong like that can really hurt a girl."
"Not really, I'm gentle," Jason said.
"That's not the point," Marie insisted. "If it's that long, it's going to stab so deep up my twat, that it will probably injure the mouth of my uterus and make me bleed."
"Well," Jason snarled, "if you don't want it, I certainly won't force it on you."
He was really getting pissed off at this chick.
She should be creaming in her pants at the honor of being picked out like that, and picked out by him, the real leader of the group.
"It's not that, Marie said. "It's just that I'm afraid you'll hurt me. I don't dig pain. I'm not an S and M freak."
"Forget it," Jason said. He turned to the other cunts in the room. "Okay, who wants to fuck?" he asked.
"I do," said a low, sexy husky voice. All eyes turned to a dim corner of the room. There sat a tall, luscious blonde girl, one of the hottest cunts in the club. "Little old Susan can handle anything," the blonde girl said. "There's no cock that's too big for me," she bragged.
"Okay,Susan," Jason laughed. "Come here, and we'll show this new member here how we operate. She's a little slow, it seems. Not too much brains. It's a good thing she's got a body, otherwise, she wouldn't be so lucky to be here with us tonight..'
All the club members turned toward Marie. Marie was horrified. She had done the very thing she least wanted to do, get the club members, and Jason, their teacher-leader pissed off at her.
She was so mad at herself, she could cry. But it all happened so fast. Before she knew it, she just said all the wrong things. And even if what she said was true, namely that she was afraid that Jason's monstrous cock would hurt her, and make her bleed, she should have just kept her mouth shut, come what may.
Now, they were all going to turn against her, because Jason was against her. She knew she had to move and move fast in order to get them on her side again.
Just then, Susan stood up. Marie's eyes ran over the girl's body, and Marie wondered why she hadn't noticed Susan before.
The girl was a killer, a real killer. As her long, bib-titted voluptuous body sauntered toward the center of the room where Jason was standing, his prick still expectantly erect, Marie knew she would have to fight, and start fighting right now. She would have to fuck, and out fuck Susan, if she was going to achieve any kind of status with the After Hours Club.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, sailor," Susan continued, "want to have some fun?"
Jason's eyes glittered with lust as he looked straight into Susan's dark ones. He loved the games she played with him with such skill.
Susan, he knew, had a little slut fetish. She liked to pretend she was a harbor whore, and he was a sailor she was soliciting.
Jason himself wasn't too interested in any kind of fantasy. With his sex drive, he could get his rocks off just by having a naked woman, and an open cunt available to him. He could really get satisfied, and more, just by shoving his mighty ten incher into a hot, wet pulsing female cunt, and pounding away until he had shot his load.
That satisfied him. But he understood psychology. He knew that his students, especially the females, each had a certain type of fantasy they preferred. Some of them liked to play the earth mother image. Others wanted to be daddy's little girl, and so on. Every one of them had a peculiar fantasy that she liked to work out as she was being fucked.
He didn't mind. If the girl enjoyed it, it just made her a better lay, and that's all Jason was interested in. If Susan wanted to pretend she was a whore and he was a sailor, that was fine with him.
He looked at her again. His hand reached up to her tits. Even though Jason was a big man, and had large hands, he couldn't grab all of Susan's tits, they were that big. There was always swelling of soft, voluptuous flesh running over on top of her tits, and on the sides and on then the crazy chick couldn't even fit into a size D cup, that's how big she was.
Jason squeezed as much of her tit as he could grab into his hand. 'You bet I wan have some fun, he said.
"Well, how about it," Susan slurred, her hip jutting out suggestively.
"Where?"
"Right here," she said. "Right here on the middle of the floor."
"In front of all these people?" Jason asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Honey," Susan replied, "I don't care. As long as I get my money and you get your piece of ass, or blowjob, or whatever else it is you want."
"Will you do anything I ask you to?" Jason demanded.
"Sure, I will, sailor," Susan replied. "If I get what I want from it."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well," she said coyly, "I'll leave it up to you."
"Okay, Jason said, "What do you want this time, honey, money or grades?" This was another game they played, the money or grades game. Since Susan's particular kind of sexuality demanded that a deal be made, a deal in which she got something in return for her sexual favors. That was part of the way she wanted to play the game. And, of course, Jason was happy to oblige. He didn't care how he got his cunt, as long as he got it.
"I want an A on my next biology test," Susan said.
Her hand crept up to Jason's cock. "How about it, sailor?" Her tongue flicked out beckoningly.
"Okay, doll," Jason replied. "It's a deal. Consider it cash in the hand."
"Oh I will, honey," Susan drawled. "What do you think I am, one of those fools who does it for free?"
"No, I don't think that," Jason said.
"I hope not," she said indignantly.
"I can tell a real professional when I see one," Jason said.
"Okay, then sailor," Susan drawled. "What do you want and how do you want it?"
"I want to stab my rod into your hot, tight cunt," Jason said.
"Sure," Susan said.
"But then, I don't know, maybe I'd rather butt-fuck you. Have you taken a shit lately? I don't want to get any shit on my cock."
"Don't worry about it sailor, you won't," Susan said. "Listen, when you come to me, it's satisfaction guaranteed."
"I know."
"I'll bet you do. I never leave my customers unsatisfied. It's against the principles of my trade, Susan said slowly, her hand beginning to massage Jason's cock.
Watching the incredible scene unfold before her eyes, Marie knew she would have to step in very soon, or else Susan would take over completely.
That cunt sure knows how to operate. For some reason, this beautiful young high school girl, with the face and body of a movie star, needed to play a prostitute like role in order to get off sexually. It was curious, Marie thought, but so what. If it worked, that was all that mattered.
Marie knew that every sexually experienced individual had some little peculiarity. If Susan's peculiarity was playing a whore, so what. Marie herself had one, too. It was a slight tinge of masochism, so slight as to be almost unnoticeable.
That was why she was so preoccupied with pain. That was why she objected when Jason came to fuck her with his rampant rod. She knew that a fast and furious fucking from that ten inch giant of a cock would hurt her, hurt her and make her bleed. But, she was really afraid that she would like the pain, and not be frightened or horrified by it.
Marie secretly recognized this peculiarity in herself. Well, we all have our little perversions, that are so little, they're not actual perversions, they're more like peculiarities. But that's cool she thought.
If Susan openly displayed and exposed her whore peculiarity, maybe they all did that. Maybe they all really let themselves go, and went a few steps beyond just fucking, and actually revealed their sexual peculiarities to each other.
That's even better, Marie thought, because that way, not only will I get a huge amount of sex, and a lot of variety in the men, but I will be able to indulge in my tiny need for pain without being afraid that I'll be laughed at, or singled out as a freak.
After all, Marie reasoned, if Susan can strut her whore game out there in the middle of the room, and everybody just sits back and watches it, obviously accepting it completely, then I certainly could do the same thing.
Marie became really excited at the prospect. She was waiting for the right moment to jump into the action. But it didn't come yet, because Susan and Jason were still playing a customer prostitute game.
"Okay, I'll give you a blow job now," Susan said.
"No," Jason insisted. "That's not what I want."
"What the fuck do you mean, that's not what you want. That's what you said you wanted."
"No, I didn't say that. I'm paying, and I give the orders," Jason said.
"Okay John," Susan said. "You're right. So tell me what the fuck you want, and I'll do it to you and we'll get it over with. I don't have all day, you know. I have to turn a few more tricks before the night is over.
"Okay, okay," Jason said.
"A girl has to pay her rent somehow, you know," Susan said.
"Sure, sure, I understand. Now get down on your knees and suck me off, and make it good, too. I want my money's worth," Jason said.
"Sure," Susan said. Happily she went down on her knees and took her teacher's gigantic throbbing dick in her hands. Just as she was about to put its immense glans between her lips, Marie jumped to her feet.
"Wait a minute," Marie said. "Let's put some variety into this little game."
"Who the fuck are you?" Susan snarled. "Fuck off."
"Wait a minute," Marie said. "I'm a new member. And I just had a suggestion, that's all."
"Give the kid a chance to have her say Susan," Jason said.
"Fuck you all," Susan screamed, her hysteria and rage mounting. She was suddenly furious. She had it all set up, the whole whore game that she enjoyed playing with Jason so much. And now, it was going to be spoiled by this new stupid cunt. She didn't like what was happening. How could she really get hot and satisfied, if the illusion of the prostitute and the customer was shattered?
Marie sensed the reason for Susan's anger.
"Wait a minute, Susan," Marie said. "We can do it your way."
"How the fuck can we do it my way when you're interrupting," Susan demanded. Tears of rage were welling up in her eyes.
"We can be partners, you and me," Marie said, shooting her a meaningful glance. "Get it?"
Suddenly, Susan understood. Why not, she thought to herself. They can be two prostitutes working as a pair, and both hired by Jason to service him.
"Great idea," Jason said, understanding Marie's idea right away.
He turned to Susan. "Now I guess the deal is changed. This is going to cost me more."
"Damned right," Susan said, happily falling into the game again. "My partner here has her price too, you know. What kind of a dumb John are you anyway, thinking you can get two for the price of one?"
"No I don't think that. I'm willing to make a deal," Jason said.
"So what's the deal?" Susan demanded.
"How about an A for her too in her next biology test?"
"What do you say to that?" Susan asked, turning to Marie.
"Yeah, okay," Marie said.
"Good, cash in the hand again," Jason said. "Now, I'll tell you girls what I want. After all, I'm a paying customer."
"Fair enough," Susan said. "What do you want?"
"I want to fuck Marie in the cunt, while you eat out my asshole," he said. "Okay," Susan agreed. "Sure," Marie said.
The two girls suddenly fell into the fantasy perfectly, and began working together like they had been doing it for months.
Marie lay down on the floor, flat on her back. She spread her legs as far as they would go, and jutted her hips slightly into the air. Her luscious, dripping blonde cunt gaped open and exposed. The outer lips trembled visibly from excitement. Marie breathed fast. She couldn't wait for the tight hard delicious pressure she would feel from being penetrated by a cock as huge in length and thickness as his was.
She felt her nipples harden and stiffen with excitement. She was sorry that Susan was involved, that is, that Susan would be participating sexually in her fuck with Jason. But, thought Marie to herself, that's better than nothing.
Besides, she had managed to save herself from the awkward position her big mouth put her in. She felt at ease and accepted again. That's what she wanted. Acceptance, total acceptance into the Kocks and Kunts, and eventually, leadership of the group.
But for now, she would have to play along, and do Susan's game. Then, slowly but surely, she would out fuck Susan, and she would fuck her way to the very top of the Kocks and Kunts.
She looked up at Jason's tall towering body. He was standing between her legs, his eyes devouring every inch of her body. She knew he liked what he saw.
Suddenly, she brought her hands down to her cunt. Delicately, with her fingers, she picked apart the outer cunt lip, and pinched in the flesh. As she separated her outer pussy lips as far as it would go, the delicate ruffle of her inner labia glowed pink and wet.
"Look at that tight little pussy," she said to Jason.
"It's going to be a tight fit," he smiled. "It's going to be a good tight fit," Marie corrected him."
"I know what you mean," Jason said.
"Sometimes, the tighter the fit, the better it feels."
"Go ahead, try it," Marie said coyly.
"I am," Jason said. "I just enjoy looking at pussy, especially fresh young juicy pussy like that."
"I can't blame you," Marie said. "I've got quite cunt between my legs."
"I can see that," Jason said.
"Wait until you feel it," Marie said. "Wait until you feel how wet I am, how wet my whole cunt is, creaming and bubbling over with love juice. I want your prick so bad," she moaned. Her fingers pulled her cunt lips even wider apart.
"I don't have to feel it," Jason laughed. "I can see it. "There's more white scum on those sweet young cunt lips of yours than I've ever seen before."
"Wait till I suck your cock dry with my cunt muscles," Marie said. "Just wait."
"I'm waiting," Jason laughed. "And I'm enjoying the waiting almost as much as I know I'm going to enjoy the actual fucking."
"Okay, if you want to be a cunt tease," Marie sighed, "go right ahead."
Jason's only response was a laugh.
Marie, her legs still open wide, and her cunt gaping open so that all of it, even the dark, scum-oozing little twat, was exposed to view, began to move the finger of her right hand to the secret little spot at the tip of her cunt.
"You watch," she said to Jason. "You watch as much as you want. But I'm not just going to lie here," she said. "I'm going to masturbate, and get myself off, right in front of everybody."
"Go ahead," said Jason. "I'd love to see that."
A murmur of agreement went up among the other club members. Excitedly, the group of high-schoolers edged up closer to the center of the room, where Marie was lying on her back, masturbating furiously, while Jason and Susan watched.
Marie's finger, now covered with a coating of thick, white scum, slid slowly up and down the length of her slit, resting periodically on her erect, throbbing clitoris.
She began to moan with pleasure, as her self-stimulation brought about the desired results. Her whole body heaved with lust. Her finger began to race faster and faster along the length of the slit. It began to dip into the twat itself each time it passed over it. The finger made a loud sucking noise each time it slid out of the tight, muscular twat, so that the whole room, and the gathered club members could hear the sounds of her auto-eroticism.
Gradually, Marie was at a fever pitch of excitement. Her finger now concentrated on her clit, instead of on her twat. She began to massage it with slow, circular motions. Loud moans of lust ripped out of her lips.
"Shit," said Mark, of all the top cocks in the club. "That cunt sure knows how to give it to herself."
"You bet your ass," said another nearby cunt.
"If I could get myself as hot as she is, I wouldn't even bother to come here," said another cunt.
"I know what you mean," answered the first cunt.
"She's a goodie, no doubt about it," said Debbie. "I wonder if she likes cunt?"
"I can't tell yet," said another girl. "I'll observe a little more."
"It would be terrific if she does," Debbie said. "Our separate little girl's group hasn't been progressing much lately. There's not enough girls interested in it."
"I know what you mean," said Katy. "But if this new chick, Marie, is at all interested in cunt lapping, she would be a natural. Just look at the way she moves." Katy gasped with admiration.
Marie was undulating on the floor. Although she moved furiously, convulsively, caught in the throes of her crazy, self-induced orgasm, she managed to do it all with the kind of grace of movement that attracted all the cocks and cunts to her.
Marie actually looked beautiful, and aesthetically pleasing lying there on the floor, spread-eagled and fucking herself. Her long, full thighs shivered. The flesh on them trembled from the strength of her convulsions, and her entire body was undergoing these convulsions of a directly sexual nature.
Her hips, like two powerful pistons, shot up into the air again and again.
Even though her buttocks landed on the floor with a cruel slam, she didn't seem to notice. She was totally engrossed in the strength of her passion. Each time her ass slammed onto the floor, a look of ecstacy passed over her face.
Then suddenly, her face twisted into a mask of lust. Her whole body twisted convulsively, and the groans coming out of her lips got louder and louder.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she shrieked.
"Look at that chick go," Jason said admiringly.
"She's obviously some kind of sex maniac," Susan said admiringly.
"Yeah, that cunt is a powerhouse, a powerhouse," said Debbie, the cunt with bi-inclinations. "I sure would like to get my tongue into that boiling pink pussy.
"Be patient," Katy said, "you will."
"I have to," said Debbie. "I'm going crazy just watching her.
Marie didn't know it, but she was unconsciously succeeding in her ambition. She was surrounded by all the club members, and making the right kind of impression on them, the kind of impression she wanted to make. They were all watching her, admiring her incredible sexuality, and the savage, animal magnetism that she managed to emanate as she was masturbating maniacally.
Suddenly, she stiffened. They all realized that she was on the very brink of orgasm. She arched her back stiffly, and highly, so that only her head and her heels were resting on the floor. Her hand gave a final brutal rub on her clit. Then she grabbed her cunt with her hand, covering it all with the hand, and frantically clutching the pubic hairs with the fingers.
As her body spasmed with approaching orgasm, she gave a few strange, brutal tugs on her pubic hairs so that she actually pulled out a few. As she did, her body spasmed even more powerfully.
"Hey, catch that action," said Debbie to Katy. "She likes to hurt a little, too."
"Very interesting" Katy said. "This opens up a whole new world of possibilities."
"Yeah, that girl is terrific," Debbie said. "I can't wait to see what she'll do when she comes."
"And comes to," Katy said sarcastically. "The way that cunt is moving, she's using up so much energy, that she should need half an hour's rest, at least before she's good for anything, know what I mean?"
"Yeah," Debbie replied.
Suddenly, without warning, a single blood-curdling shriek broke out of Marie's lips.
"I'm coming," she wailed again.
"Obviously," Jason laughed as he watched her lust-crazed body writhing on the floor.
"Stick it into me," Marie begged. "This is the right moment."
"No, I don't want to," Jason replied.
"Please, please, stick that cock into me, all ten inches of it."
"No," Jason persisted. "It's more fun watching, and besides we can always fuck later."
"Somebody," Marie wailed, "Somebody fuck me."
"Aw, have a heart," Susan interrupted, looking at Jason. "Stick it into the poor chick. "And while you're doing that, I'll eat out your ass."
Suddenly, the idea appealed to Jason.
Quickly he got on his knees between Marie's outspread legs. She felt his action, even though her eyes were tightly closed. Instinctively, she moved her hands away from her cunt, to accommodate his lean, narrow hips and the gigantic cock he was thrusting at her.
She began to buck wildly, so wildly, that Jason couldn't position his prick accurately. Her cunt kept moving quickly, savagely, and first it bounced up and down brutally, and then it began to surge in a wave-like sideways motion.
"Hold her legs down to the ground somebody," Jason said. I can't stick it in if she keeps moving like that."
Instantly, ten voices rose up from the gathered club members who were all eager to do it.
"Let me," said Debbie, licking her lips in anticipation of participating, even thus indirectly, in the terrific and furious fucking Marie was going to get from Jason. She had her fantasy too, and in that fantasy, she was the one with the prick. She was the one who was going to stab a hard, stiff ten-inch rammer into Marie's warm, wet, sucking cunt, and somebody else, anybody, would be the one holding her down.
That was the way she imagined it.
But instead of holding down her legs, Debbie moved up over Marie's head, and pinned her arms down to the floor. That was necessary, too, because Marie, crazed and thrashing as she was from the strength of her passion, was pounding her fists wildly into the floor and flailing her arms over her head.
Debbie gripped them and held them firmly down to the floor. She let her own cunt gape over Marie's face, and felt the rush of sexual pleasure overwhelm her as she realized that only by squatting a few inches lower down, her cunt would be right on top of Marie's face, and Marie's mouth. But Debbie managed to restrain herself, putting on a big show of trying to be helpful.
Katy, Debbie's friend, rushed to hold down Marie's ankles. She grasped them powerfully, and straightened out the legs, so that the sex-crazed girl's knees were straight. She was spread-eagled in an easy and accessible position Now that Marie was racked helplessly on the floor, and she had not yet been satisfied by the feeling of Jason's huge prick ramming into her, there was no way she could express the hysterical, all-powerful sexual spasms that were shaking her body.
Her voice was the only instrument left to her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she screamed. "Quickly, or else I'll come."
"Okay, okay, hold on," Jason said. His own prick was quivering with anxiety and with lust. He felt that his balls would bust if he didn't get the chance to ram them into her tight, eager cunt soon.
He had been held up because the girl's sexual spasms had been so powerful, that they seemed like a epileptic fit. Nobody, nobody on earth no matter how strong or virile, could have been able to fuck that girl if some other people hadn't been around to hold her down.
The only way would have been to knock her into unconsciousness, which would have been defeating his own purpose. He wanted to fuck this strange, savage, sex-crazed creature. He wanted to ram his dick into the pulsing, sucking, and miling cunt that controlled her savage movements. He didn't want a limp, unconscious body, just laying there. He wanted a live, sucking, milking cunt. But he couldn't get that because he couldn't get his prick into her.
Now, at last, she was ready for him, and he was ready for her. As he paused for a moment, he saw her gaping cunt, pink and ruffled and covered with the rich foam.
He positioned his cock, holding it between the pussy lips, but still not actually touching them. That moment was ecstatic for him almost as ecstatic as the actual moment of penetration and orgasm would be.
CHAPTER FIVE
The action was swinging all over the place, and the club members were getting into fucking and sucking more and more.
There was insanity all over the place, and that's the way the members wanted it. It was so great that they could not get enough of it. There was something incredibly wild about the whole thing, and they were sure that this evening was going to be something to remember as long as they lived.
There was the insanity of the whole situation to deal with and they loved that.
There were people in the corners and in the middle of the floor, that were fucking and sucking away like a bunch of maniacs.
There were people all over reach other, giving each other the pleasure and the thrills that they wanted and the sucking and the fucking that they needed.
It was so far out, that Jason couldn't believe what was going on.
He was so turned on by everything that there was just nothing he could do about it but join in and fuck the living shit out of anybody that he saw.
"Shit," said Alice, "Look at that cunt go."
"I'll say. I'd like to ram a dildo into her, and I know I'd be able to feel it like it was my own prick," said Debbie.
"What prick," Katy asked scornfully.
"Fuck you cunt," said Debbie. She turned her attention back to the fact and furious fucking that was going on right before her eyes.
Jason was still in the throes of his initial ecstasy. He was torn by two conflicting urges. He wanted to stick his rammer into her, deep and hard as it would go.
Yet he knew that the glans massage his prick head was getting was something that you didn't run across every day. He wanted to take advantage of it, and use to his pleasure every single little sucking motion of the cunt ring. He wanted to feel that pressure on his glans forever.
So Jason held back, using all the will power he could call forth, in a sexually exciting situation like that. His prick eased in between the ring of her quivering cunt, but only as far as the end of the glans.
Then he withdrew the glans again, until only the tip was left, still feeling the delightful miling motion of her twat.
As the cunt muscles increased the pace of their rhythmic contractions and expansions, lust raced through his body. His glans was pressed upon, hard, yet the hardness was paradoxically soft at the same time. The west muscle structure hidden deep under the inner and outer folds of her cunt lips pressed against the prick head.
Suddenly Jason felt the ooze of pre-come lubricant drool out of the little prick hole at the tip of his glans. He recognized the sign, and knew that it meant his sexual stimulation was reaching a height, a height so great that he wouldn't be able to control it much longer.
When Marie gave a final, mighty contraction of her cunt ring, a loud, ear-splitting shriek of satisfaction ripped out of Jason's throat.
Even though he hated to leave the delicious squeezing action of her cunt ring, even though his glans was nestled into it, and loving every second of it, he had to plunge his rammer into her.
He had to feel the tip of the glans slam back into her cunt canal, hitting again and again the touch, yet tender little membrane that separated her cunt from the uterus.
As he did so, his immense stalk sank into her. The entire length of his prick convulsed and quivered as it scraped against the walls of her pussy. But that scraping was not an unpleasant sensation.
The canal walls leading to the core of her cunt were wet, and warm and welcoming. Instead of just having his glans stimulated madly by the force of her powerful cunt muscles, his whole prick was not getting the treatment.
And it felt good. Jason moaned with pleasure as every inch of his immense rammer got the same treatment his glans had been getting. He felt the same sucking, the same milking motion squeeze at his sex flesh as her entire cunt convulsively quivered in the expanding and contracting motions of lust. Her cunt was milking him dry of every ounce of come he had. The come churned in his balls, but still he held back, wanting to feel every instant as intensely as possible.
"Alice, will you look at that cunt go," said Janice, another club member.
"Yeah, wow," Alice replied in amazement. "That cunt is a natural-born fucker."
"Right, that's what we always say. A fucker is born and not made."
"Exactly, if you don't have that kind of powerful sexuality when you're born, you never get it. It doesn't come with practice either."
"I know what you mean," said Katy, butting in, " this cunt is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Yeah," Alice said in agreement. She paused for an instant and realized what she had just said. If this new chick, Marie was really the hottest cunt that could only mean one thing, she was hotter than Alice herself.
Alice began to quiver with rage. She had been among the first of the cunts when Jason and Sam had first formed the club. Even though all the students in the group were considered equals, Alice was always the hottest cunt, the best lay.
Her body turned on all the men more than the bodies of any of the other cunts in the group. Her twat had been the tightest, the most muscular. She could make it milk a cock the way no other cunt in the club could, and obviously, the way no other cunt in the whole of Chester High could.
Now her position was being challenged. Alice didn't like it- She didn't like it one bit. Soon she felt a fury like she had never felt before. She determined to destroy Marie, fuck her over somehow, and just out fuck her, if necessary. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but she knew she would have to, or else accept a second place, and once you accepted a second place, Alice knew, it was very easy to go to third and fourth and so on down the line. It was almost like a natural force of gravity. Once you started going down, you just kept going, of your own inertia, almost.
She swore that wouldn't happen to her. She was on top until this cunt Marie showed up and she was going to stay on top. Alice was determined of that.
Suddenly, without warning, the door of Jason's apartment swung open, and Mike, another cock in the club, walked in. With him was a new man, a tall, slender man who looked like a panther.
His black hair and black eyes glittered. His body, at least six feet in height, was perfectly formed. Although it was obviously incredibly strong and powerful, its strength was of a special sort. nc didn't have the kind of bulging muscles of the boys on the magazine covers, or the vulgar, over-developed shoulders of the professional gigolos. In fact, his muscles were so smooth, they didn't show at all. The total length of his body was smooth. But it was the sort of smoothness that showed an incredible amount of hardness and strength of long, rippling muscles underneath it.
He moved with great grace, like a dangerous, but serene jungle cat. His face, too, was like the placid mask of a cat. He didn't seem to look around. His eyes didn't dart from place to place, yet obviously, he had taken in the whole scene and was still taking it in.
All eyes turned to him. Even though Marie and Jason were still fucking furiously on the floor, the presence of this incredibly beautiful, powerful stranger drew all the attention of the cocks and twats in the room away from the furious fucksters to him.
Mike, the cock who brought him in, said to the crowd, "This is Jerry. He's a new member."
"Terrific," purred one of the little cunts, a cute little brunette.
"Hi," Jerry said simply, and smiled a little smile. His eyes moved slowly across the room.
"It's just a little party we're having," Alice said. "Come in and join the fun."
Mike and Jerry walked into the room.
Sam, the teacher who was not fucking Marie, immediately perked up. He felt an automatic flash of hostility towards this new student. There was something about the arrogance with which he moved, and the obvious strength in his body that was like a living active challenge.
Sam didn't want to be displaced by anyone, just like Alice didn't want to be replaced by Marie, so he became extremely nervous at the sight of this competition.
"Who the fuck brought this prick here," Sam said to Alice.
"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen him," she replied.
"I'll bet that Jason doesn't know him either," Sam snarled.
"So why are you so pissed off," Alice demanded "Because this is getting out of hand," Sam snapped.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you can't just bring in new students, just like that, without asking me first."
"What do you mean by asking you first?"
"I mean asking me and Jason .first."
"Why the fuck should any of us students ask you two, just because you're teachers?"
Alice demanded.
"Because-well, because-" Sam stuttered. He had been discovered in his power play. And he knew what a big mouth Alice had. The minute the evening came to a close, she would rush home, and call the other members of the club, and tell them what he had said.
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression, Alice," Sam said hastily.
"I already got it, baby," said Alice.
"What are you talking about?"
"You think you're hot shit in this group, you and Jason, just because you're teachers, that's what." Alice said.
"That's not true. We are all equal here, we all fuck and suck together."
"Damn right," Alice replied. "Without the students, without us, there would be no After Hours Club. What do you think-you can start a terrific group like this with all those stupid, ugly female teachers in the high school?"
"Of course, I don't think that," Sam protested. "We need you chicks, and we need your cunts as much as you need us. Besides, half of the female teachers are crazy, uptight old maids."
"And virgins, too," Alice said scornfully. "It would probably take two years of hard work to teach them how to be just passable fuckers."
"I know all that, Alice," Sam snapped impatiently. "You are not telling me anything new."
"I am telling you something new," she retorted. "It shouldn't be new to you, but it looks like it is."
"Okay," Sam snarled. "So spit it out."
"Like this, asshole," Alice said. "You're not running this show, and don't you forget that. You are outnumbered by the students, really outnumbered."
"Yes," Sam said, "But Jason and I have the power to really fuck you up because we are teachers. We could manage to have you suspended, or fail you, something like that. We have power to do things to you that would stay on your records forever."
"Hot shit," Alice sneered. "That's all an illusion of yours."
"Illusion, my ass," yelled Sam. He was really getting pissed off. Not only was he getting competition from Jason, that idiotic prick, but now, the whole set-up of the After Hours Club was being threatened by the students, and he was having to take all the lip from Alice, while Jason was fucking Marie. It wasn't fair! Sam fell into a fiery fit of rage.
He leapt up off the floor, and walked over to Marie and Jason, who were in the last gasping furious moments preceding orgasm.
"Hey, you," Sam yelled to Jason. But Jason, of course, was oblivious to him. His ass moved frantically as he pumped faster and faster into Marie's hot wet cunt.
Suddenly, Marie let a low sexual moan rip out of her throat, and she shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, I can't stand it."
"Hold tight," Jason gasped, as his hands slipped under her buttocks. With a powerful draw of his arms, he brought her body even closer to his, so that her hips and crotch were glued to his groin.
"Fuck me faster, harder," Marie moaned.
"I am," Jason gasped.
"I want somebody to fuck me in the ass," Marie wailed, "right now."
In an instant, Sam was lying on the floor, naked, and shoving against Marie's body.
"Hey, this is going to be great," Debbie said. She let go of Marie's wrists, while Katy let go of the writhing girl's ankles. Now Sam and Jason repositioned Marie's body so that she was lying on her side, instead of on her back.
They did it quickly and efficiently, so that Jason's cock never left her cunt, even for an instant. Obviously, they had a lot of experience manipulating bodies engaged in sex.
Now Marie was lying on her right side, and Jason was lying also sideways, pressing against her body, his cock still pumping into her cunt.
Sam was kneeling at Marie's asshole, watching it as it pumped furiously, thrusting to suck in Jason's cock, and retreating to withdraw itself from the hard, punching brutality of his thrusts.
"Somebody get me the jar of vaseline," Sam said.
"Get it yourself," he heard Alice sneer.
Sam looked up and gave her a cold stare.
"What the fuck are you trying to do, sister, break up the After Hours Club?"
"You know who's trying to break it up." Alice retorted nastily. "And you know it's not me."
"What the fuck is going on," Debbie asked. "Have we missed something," Katy asked curiously.
"Nothing much," Alice said. "This stupid prick of a teacher is starting to give us orders. He's pissed off because of Jerry the new student that Mike just brought in. He says there can't be any new members unless they are interviewed by the teachers first."
"What," Debbie shrieked, "Did all you cocks and cunts hear that?"
"They're trying to take over," Katy, her friend yelled. "The motherfuckers."
Suddenly, a full-fledged rebellion was brewing in the room. All the cocks and cunts began whispering angrily among themselves. They always knew that this day would come, when the two teachers, Jason and Sam tried to turn into dictators. But they had hoped against hope that it wouldn't happen. They had wanted all of them to enjoy total equality as individuals and as sexual partners.
After all, Jason and Sam were, in the sexual sense, no different from any of the other students. Just because they were teachers was no reason for them to rule or dominate.
Suddenly a low, calm male voice spoke out.
"I know I'm a new member, and maybe I shouldn't interfere," said Jerry.
"Go ahead," Alice said. "Tell us what you have to say."
"Yeah, right on," said Katy.
Her butch friend, Debbie, raised her fist in some sign of group defiance. All the other members of the club murmured agreement.
"Tell us what you think," said Lorraine, sidling up to the tall graceful form of Jerry.
"Right, we want to hear about this shit," said a few other student voices.
"Well, said Jerry," I think you should let them finish fucking, I mean, the two teachers and that chick."
"You mean Marie," Debbie said.
"Yes, Marie," Jerry replied. "After all, they are right in the middle of fucking and that is a sacred act. It shouldn't be interfered with."
"He's right," said Alice, sidling up to him, too. She and Lorraine exchanged poisonous glances.
"Then," Jerry continued, "After they have finished fucking, you can call a special meeting tonight or some other night, and talk over the arrangements of the club.
"Right on," Lorrain bellowed.
"I agree," said Debbie "I agree, too" said Katy.
"Look at them," Lorraine added, "Jason and Marie are still hot as bombs and neither one of them has come yet."
"It's a shame," one of the members of the club said. "No matter what they're trying to do to us, we should still let them finish fucking."
"Why doesn't someone go get the vaseline, so that Sam can butt-fuck her too?"
"Right, that way we'll have a double bill." Debbie laughed.
Alice ran over to the bathroom. In an instant she was back with a jar of vaseline.
Sam grabbed it anxiously. He had hardly heard the murmurs of mutiny that had been going up around him. While the students were listening to Jerry, and muttering among themselves, Sam was engrossed in a study of Marie's asshole.
He put his hands on both of the delicious, rounded buttocks. His hands pressed hard to them, and his fingers curled around the soft pliable flesh, leaving little half-moon bruises on it.
He stretched apart her ass cheeks, even while she was pumping furiously to receive the thrusts of Jason's magnificent cock.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole," he said to Marie, whispering in her ear. .
Even though she was half-unconscious from the force of her lust, Marie picked up on his words.
"Go on, go on, fuck me in the ass," she urged.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"Good," Marie gasped. "I love to be butt-fucked. I- love to have my asshole stretched."
"I promise you, I'm going to stretch your asshole like nobody ever stretched it before."
"I hope so," Marie gasped. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
"They're bringing me the vaseline."
"Well, then" Marie whispered, her body still moving with the rhythmic fuck thrusts of Jason's cock, "put your mouth on it."
"Want me to eat out your asshole?" Sam asked. He couldn't believe his luck. If there was one thing he liked to do almost as much as he liked sucking and eating and chewing on cunts, it was rimming assholes, especially fresh, young assholes like Marie's.
Quickly he brought his mouth down to her asshole. His tongue flicked out for an instant, covering the pulsing pink young asshole in one long wet lick.
"Oh," Marie moaned. "That felt delicious. Do it again."
"I can stick my tongue into it if you want."
"Yes," said Marie, "I want you to stick your tongue in as deep as you can-as deep into my asshole as you can, and then move around in there a lot, a whole lot."
"I will, " promised Sam. "I'll make you come from rimming your asshole, before Jason that dumb prick, can make you come by fucking you in the cunt."
"Go ahead," Marie laughed. "Try and see. It should be fun."
"Wait until I get that vaseline."
"I can't Marie whined. "That's the whole point. I want you to rim me right away."
"Okay," Sam said. "I'm going to work up a big wad of spit in my mouth for now."
"Hurry, hurry," said Marie . "Yeah," Jason mumbled. Even though he had been humping into Marie's cunt for at least five minutes now, maybe even ten, and had been on the very brink of ccuming many times, he still did not come. His self control was remarkable.
"Okay, here goes," said Sam.
"Go on," Jason urged. "It would be great if all three of us came together."
"Oh, yeah," Marie moaned. "I want to have a screaming, creaming orgasm with both of you pumping your gism into me."
"Oh, wow," Sam moaned, aroused at the very thought. He felt his prick lengthening and thickening even more at the prospect.
"Don't worry baby," Jason mumbled. "I'll shoot you so full it'll be pouring out of you for hours."
"All show and no dough," Marie complained.
"Give them a chance to bring me the vaseline," Sam said.
"He's right," said Jason. "Don't be so greedy."
At last, Alice returned with the jar of vaseline. "Where the fuck have you been, you stupid cunt," Sam snarled.
"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice, teach," said Alice.
As Sam reached out to take the vaseline from her hand, she pulled it back, tantalizing him.
"Yeah," Debbie bellowed, "you ugly prick. Don't talk to a sister like that."
"We won't be pushed around by no teachers," Katy shouted. .
"Right on," Lorraine said.
There was an instant tension in the air. The sudden hostility that sprang up between Jason and Sam, and the students, made the air electric with violence, or the threat of it.
Suddenly, Jerry spoke up. "Let's let them all finish what they're doing, okay. Then, like I suggested, all the cocks and cunts of this here club can get together and have a special meeting to discuss this."
"He's right," Debbie said.
"Yeah," Katy added. "We can take a vote and kick Sam and Jason out of the club.
"Right on," said Alice. "Who the fuck needs them anyway?"
"The lousy pricks," Katy said. "They're not even that good anyway."
"Yeah," Lorraine added. "I'll bet our new member, Jerry can outfuck and outsuck them both."
"Let's have a contest," Alice screamed. "I'll be the object. Whoever can outfuck each other, I mean whoever can fuck me the longest and satisfy me the most, wins."
"Oh, no you don't" said Debbie. "Now you're trying to take over."
"Forget it, Alice," Katy snapped. "It's got to be done democratically, or not at all."
"Why not let them finish," Jerry suggested quietly.
Everybody suddenly realized that they had been bickering senselessly and without results for the past half hour. If they kept it up for another few minutes, Jason, and Sam and Marie would all get cold, and lose interest in fucking. That way, everybody would lose out, because the litte bit of the voyeur in all of them would have to remain unsatisfied.
Alice handed Sam the jar of vaseline. Instantly, he opened it, and began to smear the gooey stuff all over his immense rampant prick. After the prick was gooey and slimy with vaseline, and glittering in the light, he turned his attention to Marie's tight, pinkish young asshole.
"Wow," he raved," that asshole looks so tight it could be virginal. Is it?" he asked Marie.
"What do you think?" laughed Marie.
"How should I know?" Sam asked.
"Look," Jason bellowed, "You two better stop fucking around. I'm about ready to come, and if you two don't start cooperating, I'm going to come without you."
"Get serious, Sam," said Marie.
Quickly, Sam began to smear the gooey vaseline all around the puckered brown halo surrounding Marie's asshole. As his fingers spread the vaseline, she quivered with lust. The anal stimulation obviously appealed to her. It added a bit of spice to the activities.
Jason had been pumping his cock in and out of her for the past half hour, and she was already used to the sensation.
Even though he did have a gigantic prick, and even though her cunt hole was incredibly tight, Marie by now had gotten used to it. After all, the female cunt was big enough to accommodate the passage of a baby. Once it was stretched, the pain was only initial, but after awhile, the expanded cunt got used to its state of expansion, and the pain stopped entirely.
In the case of a sexual situation, the eroticism also stopped entirely, because there was no feeling there, no pressure, and no sense of being filled.
That was why the male, having once penetrated the female vagina, had to use the utmost sensitivity, to figure out just exactly how long he should keep pumping, and how long he should let his blood-engorged prick stay inside the cunt with out pumping his way to orgasm.
By now, Jason's prick had, so to speak, overstayed its welcome in Marie's cunt. She couldn't even feel him there anymore. All she could feel was the sticky, unpleasant wetness of her come that had oozed out in the initial stages of their fucking, and the pre-come lubricant, now all dry and stiff, and matting her pubic hairs.
She thrilled with a savage passion when she felt her other erotic zone, her asshole, begin to respond, being caressed, handled and fingered by Sam's soft, smooth vaseline-coated finger. It felt delicious, and it felt too good to be true.
Marie felt her insides begin to churn with lust again. She wanted it and she wanted it badly.
"Come on," she moaned. "For goodness sake," she yelled, "Sam, ram it in, will you."
"Listen, when I do things, I like to do things right," he said.
"Right, wrong, I don't give a shit anymore," Marie whined. "I'm sick of this."
"What are you sick of?" Jason demanded. Somehow, he had taken her remark as a personal slight.
"I'm sick of being fucked to death on this hard, cold floor for the past hour, and not having one single fucking orgasm, that's what I'm sick of," Marie whined.
"Don't blame me," Jason snarled, his withering prick still hot inside her cunt. "If it weren't for these asshole students, we could have had five orgasms already. They've been running and screaming around this whole time. What normal man could get sexually aroused enough to have an orgasm if he is surrounded by two dozen screaming, hostile teenagers?"
"Don't you worry, honey," said Sam. "Uncle Sam will help you get your rocks off, with one good, stiff solid, butt-fucking. You'll see."
"I'm waiting," Marie said sarcastically.
Suddenly a gasp of arousal ripped from her lips. Sam's stiff hard finger, coated as it was with vaseline, had just ripped into her asshole.
Marie's asshole, like her cunt, was unusually tight. And the pressure of that finger, ramming into her like that, as enough to set off a flurry of sexual arousal inside her body. It felt better and bigger than Jason's cock, because it was new, it was a new sensation.
"Oh do that some more," Marie begged.
"Sure honey," said Sam, in an oily voice. "Sam isn't just your biology teacher, you know. He's your friend, too. Don't you forget it."
"Shut up and make me feel good." Marie snapped. Finger-fuck my asshole first, then stick your dong into it."
"I will, I will," said Sam. "Don't you worry. I'll make you come before that limp prick Jason does."
"Now that you mention it, Jason's dick is getting a little limp," Marie said sarcastically.
"If you two would shut up and start fucking, this problem wouldn't even exist." said Jason.
Suddenly, Sam withdrew his finger from Marie's asshole. He felt the asshole was pulsating, expanding and contracting with the familiar pre-orgasmic rhythms of a good fuck, and he felt that it ready to be pierced and penetrated, boldly, brutally, so that it would leave an impression on her forever.
And that's what he wanted to do, leave a strong sexual impression on Marie, so she would never want to fuck anybody else. He wanted to eliminate the competition from Jason, and he wanted to put a stop to all the stupid shit about student power and student leadership in the After Hours Club.
He knew that Marie was fast on her way to becoming the hot cunt in the club, and if he could become her favorite fucking and sucking partner, he was sure to keep some degree of power in the group. Power, that's what he wanted.
Like all other high school teachers, Sam was frustrated financially, and as a result, he was frustrated sexually. He didn't have the kind of money that drew women to him, that was for sure. The After Hours Club was his only form of sex life for the past year. He had gotten used to it, and he wasn't about to give it up. He meant to stay in the After Hours Club at any expense, even if he had to cut Jason's throat to do it.
Any normal man would feel the same way, Sam reasoned. Who in his right mind would give up two dozen hot, throbbing fresh young cunts, without a tight?
So, as he positioned his massive rammer at the tight, tiny mouth of Marie's asshole, he promised to give it all he had, which was plenty, even compared with Jason and his gigantic prick.
Jason might have been hung like a dragon, but Sam's was thicker, and he thought, a whole lot wiser.
"Come on, fuck me," Marie begged. Her voice betrayed real irritation.
"Baby, you're a lucky girl," Sam bellowed, "because here it comes."
"It's about time," Marie whined. "I have to pee, and I have to shit, and I'm hungry, and I'm getting bored. If this is the best the After Hours Club can do, maybe I should go elsewhere."
"Aw, sweetheart," Sam said in an oily voice, "don't talk to your good old biology teacher that way. I'll do my best, and I promise it will be good."
"Give us cocks and cunts another chance.
Marie," said Debbie.
"Right," said Jerry calmly. "After all, you've only fucked the teachers; right?" He smiled, and said, "You haven't tried the students."
"True," said Marie, "maybe that was my mistake. That's why I've been lying here spread-eagled like a fool for the past hour, and neither one of these dumb pricks have been able to make me come yet."
'Try a student next time," said Bert.
"Yes," said Jerry. "Try me."
"What?" Sam bellowed. "Now, wait a minute."
"I challenge you to a fucking and sucking contest," Jerry said calmly.
"Who me?" Sam demanded.
"Yes, you and the other teacher, Jason."
"Well, I'll be. Go ahead," Sam yelled angrily. "And I challenge you right back, you limp young inexperienced prick."
"Good enough," said Jerry. "Now you go ahead with your efforts to satisfy Marie, both of you, and then when you're done, I'll be her partner, that is," he added, "If nobody else minds."
Nobody minded. It was a deal. The excitement was at a fever pitch. And out and out fucking and sucking contest between one student and two teachers. The outcome of the contest was crucial. The little power struggle going on between the cocks and cunts in this group, and the teachers, hinged on Jerry's stamina and his prick power.
"Okay, baby," Sam bragged, "get ready for the best butt-fuck you ever had, or ever will have."
"I've been getting ready for the past half hour," Marie said sarcastically.
The gathered and eagerly watching young studs and twats in the room broke out into laughter.
Sam blushed a furious lobster red. "All right, you stupid students," he sneered, "well see who gets the last laugh."
"Well see a whole lot of things before this week is out," said Alice threateningly.
"Yeah, for one thing, we'll see who gets to stay in the After Hours Club," said Lorraine.
Sam chose to ignore that last threatening remark and instead, concentrated on the task ahead. It should have been a pleasure, a triple fuck like this. It should have been something he enjoyed, but instead, it had all the ugly anxiety- provoking qualities of a contest. Sam felt nervous, and there was no two ways about it.
His prick was huge and hard, that was certain, but the catcalls from the students and the obvious hostility they manifested showed him that one really bad hurting or insulting crack from them might make him lose his sexual confidence. His prick might wither, right before everybody's eyes, and after all of his bragging, that would put him in a pretty poor light.
He gritted his teeth, and concentrated on the task ahead of him, holding his huge, stiff prick firmly in his hands.
He positioned it at the mouth of Marie's asshole.
"Here goes," he said confidentially.
"Here goes what?" said Alice, heering.
"Here goes nothing," said Marie. "I can't feel a thing."
"That's because I haven't even stuck it in yet," Sam bellowed, enraged.
"Oh," Marie jibed. "I wasn't sure. What with its size and all, I thought maybe it just wasn't big enough to be feelable."
"Fuck you," Sam snarled.
"I wish you would," Marie said smartly. Suddenly her face twisted into a grimace of agony. At last, Sam had succeeded in positioning her asshole so that its throbbing puckered surface was directly at the tip of his wet and vaselined glans.
He had held onto her asshceeks firmly, so that she couldn't slip away from him by moving forward. But that wasn't necessary, because Jason's fast and furious fucking action had thrown her directly into him. That is, it pushed her body into Sam's.
He didn't have to struggle very hard to keep her asshole in position where it was easily accessible to his penetration, because Jason's pumping action was pushing her right toward him.
Suddenly, without warning, Marie let out a shriek of pain.
"How does that feel, good?" said Sam.
"Oh, yes," Marie moaned. "I've waited so long for this."
Slowly but surely, Sam plunged his rammer deeper and deeper into her asshole, feeling her resistance to his heard, forceful fucking and at the same time, feeling her acquiescence to it.
The muscles of her anal canal began to pump, expanding and contracting in a manner similar to the action of her cunt muscles.
"Oh good, baby," Sam groaned, "keep doing that."
"Doing what," Marie muttered. "I don't even know what I'm doing."
"Good, that means it comes naturally. Just keep it up then," Sam said. His cock sank deeper and deeper into her anal canal. As he felt the delightful pressure of it squeezing and massaging his cock in its entire length, he felt the hot, bubbling come squirming up through his balls, churning furiously, needing to be shot free.
He writhed with lust, grabbing her shoulders with both of his hands, trying to pull her body even closer to him, so that his cock could penetrate her asshole even deeper.
He felt Jason's hot, sweaty hands brushing against his. Jason too, was trying to pull Marie closer to him, so that his entry into her cunt would be deeper and more satisfying.
Suddenly Sam realized what would happen, what must happen. As his own cock reached to the very depths of her asshole, and as Jason's cock rammed into the very base of her cunt canal, the glans of their two cocks would almost meet, and would slam and ram against each other, with only a thin membrane separating them from actually meeting. That membrane would be the flap of flesh that separated her cunt canal from her asshole canal.
Sam was intrigued by that idea, very intrigued. He would in some strange way, be fucking his fellow teacher Jason through the medium of Marie, the student's body.
His whimsical thought was instantly erased from his mind as He felt Marie's ass canal tighten around his cock. The pressure brought an electrifying surge of lust rushing through his body. He quivered wildly, barely controlling himself from shooting his load into her shithole, right then and there.
He knew the students, all the cunts and cocks of the club, were eagerly watching, and waiting to see the outcome of the super fuck fest between himself and Jason. But he felt like it was a warm up group at a vaudeville show. The force of his sexual arousal was great enough, however, to make him forget the mental hassles the students were putting him through, and worse yet, the challenge that Jerry represented.
The milking, expanding and contracting motion of her asshole was driving him crazy with lust. He felt not only the lubricating effect of the vaseline, but also the wetness from his own cock. His throbbing prick head oozed with the wet, slimy moisture of pre-come lubricant, thus making his penetration into Marie's asshole, smoother, slicker, and infinitely more pleasurable.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt Marie's body stiffen. At the same instant, he felt the pouding force of another rammer hitting his from the other side of Marie's asshole canal.
What he had thought about was actually happening. He was feeling Jason's cock, or the glans of Jason's cock, slamming deep into Marie's belly, so deep that the reverberations hit his own penetrating tool, and sent additional shivers of sexual stimulation through it.
Sam knew he couldn't hold out much longer. What with the milking, pulsing pressures of Marie's asshole, and how the strange, sexy feeling of another man's cock actually sending the vibrations of its thrusts into his cock, Sam couldn't be controlled.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
The only response he got from Marie was a long, low moan, a moan hat indicated that her mind was so dazed and lost in lust, that it couldn't articulate any particular feeling. But she was close to orgasm, too, Sam realized.
The quickening spasms of her body indicated that to him, and all too clearly. Still, he wanted to be the one to coordinate this triple fuck, and to coordinate it in such a way that all three of them, Marie, himself, and Jason came together, and attained a screaming, creaming convulsing orgasm at the very same instant.
He applied the power of his concentrated sexuality to achieve that goal.
He wanted it to happen, not so much because it would give him any great sexual satisfaction. As a member of the After Hours Club, he got all the sexual satisfaction he needed, and more. He wanted a triple, simultaneous orgasm because he knew then was a power play going on.
He knew that both the students and Jason were waiting for him to make an ass of himself. Jason was against him, like a fool, without realizing that they should stick together, if they wanted to keep their positions, and have as much free, fresh pussy as they wanted.
And the students were now all against him, because they realized that he and Jason, as the teachers of the group, were getting more and more bossy, and more and more dominating.
Sam's hands reached around Marie's hips. He clutched over her body, until he felt Jason's buttocks under his fingers. He grasped the buttocks hard and firm towards him.
Now, he was holding all two of them in his grip. Marie was squeezed between them, and Jason was being pressed closer and closer towards Marie. Sam himself was not moving an inch backwards. So with the strength of his hands, and arms, he kept all three of their bodies locked together.
Even though they were all fucking and bucking furiously, they were slowly but surely beginning to match their tempos.
Three separate bodies, incredibly, two male and one female, and three separate sexualities, were beginning to pound together in the identical sexual rhythm.
Sam was lost in the perfection of it. And in the sheer sexuality of it, but he noticed that the cocks and cunts of the club, had gathered around him, and were duly impressed. Now, if only they could all three achieve orgasm together, it would be a success, a sexual triumph and a political triumph.
It would establish him and Jason as the leaders of these cocks and cunts, which Sam figured, was their rightful place anyway, since they were the teachers and the most influential individuals in the group. It would also serve to put Jason in his place, because Jason would know, even though he probably wouldn't admit it, that Sam had saved the day for them, and had quelled the student mutiny that was beginning to brew in the high school sex clique.
Nothing could go wrong. Marie was screaming and moaning. Soon, the savage sexual sounds erupting from her throat became high, shrill, and rhythmical, in perfect timing with Jason's cock thrusts into her wet, oozing cunt, and in perfect time with his cock thrusts into her asshole.
They began bucking together, faster and faster and faster on the way to climax.
Suddenly, without warning, Jason's body stiffened. Sam could feel it, even through the intervening medium of Marie's body. Jason moaned loudly. His stiffening turned into a convulsive spasm.
"Oh no," thought Sam. "The idiot is going to climax before me and before Sally. He's going to ruin the whole thing."
No sooner had that thought raced through his body than Jason let out a loud, orgasmic groan.
"I'm coming," he bellowed.
"No, you don't," Sam bellowed. "Keep cool Jason. Wait for us or you'll fuck the whole thing up."
His only response was another groan from Jason.
"I can't stand it any more," Jason moaned. "My balls are bursting."
"You shithead," said Sam.
"Oh, no, no, no," Jason repeated, his voice garbled and rasping from the force of the orgasmic power that was shaking him.
Predictably, his stiffened body began to quiver and spasm. After three powerful spasms, his massive cock exploded. A hot rush of long-restrained sperm rushed down the length of his stalk and boiled over into Marie's cunt like a hot flow of lava.
Of course, Marie wasn't ready for him right then.
She had been turned on and turned off so many times during the course of the evening, that her body and her sexuality would have to be very carefully handled if she was going to respond, and respond with an orgasm.
Jason fucked the whole thing up, because at the point when he came, and climaxed, Marie needed several more minutes of warming up.
As his hips slammed into her, suddenly stiffening and spasming like that, Marie's body stopped moving altogether, and she lay limp, completely limp, her body compressed between the bodies of the two teachers.
She stopped moving completely, and her own sexual rhythm, which might have led to a climax was broken. She lay there, totally indifferent, and her whole body expressed that indifference.
Naturally, Sam who had been pounding his prick into her, felt every little twitch of sexuality in her body, or every little sign of lack of sexuality. When he felt her body go limp, and her asshole stop the erotic, arousing, miling motions, the impetus of his own thrustings, which would have led him to a climax, stopped also.
His rhythm was completely thrown off by her lack of rhythm.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he screamed in rage. He felt his dick going limp. He wasn't even going to climax now, and he could feel it. But would he again was the question. His dick always answered for him!
CHAPTER SIX
"I'll say," Marie muttered sarcastically. "You guys are all show and no go." She felt Sam's prick going limp inside her asshole, while Jason's exploded cock shot come into her cunt, in a hot, searing load. But she wasn't in tune with Jason's orgasm, and now, Sam's dick was shriveling up inside her.
"Fuck," Sam repeated.
"You just say that," Marie said. "Don't say it unless you mean it."
"Yeah," Alice railed, "don't say it unless you can do it."
"Get away from me, both you assholes," Marie said, angrily, her body beginning to twitch and struggle. She writhed angrily, trying to extricate herself from the tight but unsatisfying embrace of her two teachers.
Jason, still in the throes of his orgasm, clung tightly to her body. As she struggled to free herself, he clutched at her long hair, streaming over her shoulders, and forced her body to stay glued to his.
"Fucking, dirty pool," Alice screamed.
"Right," said Debbie. "If you can't fuck the chick right, and satisfy her, then let her go."
Sam knew they were right. He himself let his now totally limp dick slip out of Marie's asshole. He lost this round, and he knew it. He just hoped he would have another go, another round. He rolled away from her angrily. "Come on, you asshole," he said to Jason, who was still shoving his now totally spent dick into Marie's cunt, "Don't you know when the party is over."
But the lust-crazed teacher clung to the young student's voluptuous body, his groin glued to her crotch, and his hips still beating a feeble staccato of lust into her.
"This is ridiculous," said Alice.
"Fucking right," Debbie snapped back. "Watch the old asshole making a fool of himself."
"Yeah, these teachers are all alike, no matter how young they are," said Lorraine.
Sam listened. His heart was sinking. With each minute more that Jason foolishly insisted on fucking Marie, their position with these cocks and cunts was getting worse. He and Jason, once the unspoken, but undisputed leaders of the group, were not only turning into a laughing stock, but they were being openly mocked. There was even the hideous possibility that the kids might gang up on them, and throw them out of the After Hours Club altogether. Then what would he do for pussy, go out and date the ugly old maid school teachers from Chester High? Her certainly couldn't afford to take out any fancy assed chicks, who expected a fifty-dollar evening in exchange for a fuck. Suddenly, he saw two black boots standing on the floor next to Jason's still twitching body. By now, Marie had given up struggling against Jason's powerful grip, and lay limp, turning herself into a rag doll.
"Okay," he heard a low masculine voice say, "now leave this chick alone."
Startled, Sam looked up. Towering over him was the tall, graceful figure of Jerry, the newcomer, the one the students had let into the After Hours Club without consulting either him or Jason.
Oh, no, Sam thought to himself. Jason, fool that he is, is perfectly capable of getting into a fist fight with this Jerry prick, who looked like a mean motherfucker if he ever saw one.
Sam had horrifying visions of the melee, and him and Jason coming into work the next day with black eyes. Old Meyerson, the principal, had been out to get them since they started working as biology teachers at Chester High. Sam wasn't quite sure why Meyerson hated them. Probably, he figured, they were natural enemies, being closer to the average age of the students than to the average age of the teachers.
"Come on Jason," he said wearily, "get your cock out of that girl, come on."
Jason's only response was a hostile moan. His hips were, incredibly enough, still pounding into Marie's come-stained cunt, even though, by now, his prick had completely slipped out of her pussy.
"All right, Jerry repeated. "I'm giving you till the count of ten to get off the chick."
"Now wait just a minute," Jason slurred. He was totally exhausted from his sexual efforts, so exhausted that his speech was slow and drawling, as if her were drunk.
"Come on, Jason," Sam said. "Get the fuck up, will you. It's over, can't you tell?"
"You shut up, Sam," Jason screamed at him. "Nobody tells me I'm through fucking a chick. Nobody."
"Except maybe me," said Jerry coolly.
Jason seemed to notice the tall, dark student for the first time. He turned to him and squinted up at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, belligerently.
"I'm Jerry."
"Well, go fuck yourself." Jason bellowed.
Sam's stomach did a few flips. He felt an attack of acid indigestion coming on. If Jason started a fight, and made a fool of himself, he would be making a fool of both of them, and that is something that Sam didn't need. He had already resigned himself to the possibility of being ingloriously kicked out of the club, by the students, no less, but at least he wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity in his retreat. And Jason was going to fuck that up too.
Suddenly Sam saw the only possible way out, to save his own skin and maybe, to save the supply of fresh cunt still available.
Quickly he leapt off the floor. He stood facing Jerry. Both of them were now towering over the prostrate bodies of Marie and Jason.
The circle of the two dozen or so kids around them tightened. A dead silence fell over the room as all of them waited and watched anxiously.
They wanted a fight, simply because high-school students always want a fight, but they also didn't want a fight because they knew it might spoil the good thing they had going. The tension in the air was electrifying.
"I'll help you," Sam said to Jerry.
"Help me what?"
"Help you get Jason off the floor and onto the couch. He's obviously had a lot to drink and doesn't know what's happening."
"No," Jerry responded coldly. "I don't think he's had too much to drink. I don't think he's had anything to drink at all. I think he's just an asshole."
A roar of appreciative laughter met Jerry's remark, the gathered cocks and cunts were enjoying every minute of this spectacle.
"Now wait a minute," Sam began, his teacher's instincts coming to the fore. He just couldn't stand the idea of a student calling a teacher an asshole out loud, even if he himself happened to agree with the opinion.
"Know something else?" Jerry asked.
Before he realized the trap he was getting himself into, Sam innocently asked, "What?"
"I think you're an asshole, too." said Jerry.
Again the gathered kids roared with laughter. Sam realized there was nothing he could do to save the situation either for himself or for Jason. Using the last ounce of self-control he could muster, he turned on his heel and walked away.
"Okay," Jerry said, "Maybe one of you guys can help me get this asshole off this chick, and out the door."
Instantly, a dozen of the buys volunteered. Jason found himself literally being picked up the wrists and ankles, and set out on the large double bed in the bedroom. As the students plopped him down on the mattress, he came to his senses, and realized what was happening. He looked about him in an increasing rage. There was Sam, sitting glumly in the armchair, staring at him.
"You just blew the whole thing."
"What whole thing?" said Jason in a surly tone.
"The only good thing we had going for us in this whole shitty high school, and this whole shitty job, the After Hours Club."
"You're full of shit," said Jason.
"Boy do I ever wish I was full of shit," Sam said. "It could have been a lifelong freebee, Cunt City for us, but you had to go and blow it, you asshole."
Suddenly, Jason leaped off the bed and threw a hard punch at Sam. Sam fell out of the chair, a loud moan of pain ripping at his throat. He suddenly knew that his worst suspicions were going to come true. They would both walk into school tomorrow with black eyes. But that realization didn't stop his burst of temper. It couldn't. Nothing could.
Clambering to his feet, Sam threw himself on top of Jason, and began slamming the shit out of him, punching him in the face and stomach.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swing open. A dozen eager curious faces peered inside. It was all the cocks and cunts, watching the final humiliation of their high school teachers.
"I can't believe this," Alice said.
"Jerry was right. They're both a bunch of assholes, and it took us long enough to realize it," said Lorraine.
"It took Jerry five minutes, to realize it," Alice said admiringly.
Then in that strange way that sometimes happens, a new leader emerged from the group in a matter of seconds. Jerry had taken over suddenly, and all the cocks and cunts in this fucking club knew it, but paradoxically, none of them were jealous.
"Let's go back to the living room," said Jerry, "and have a good time. We can leave these two teachers to themselves."
The ironic emphasis he put on the word, 'Teachers," sealed Sam and Jason's doom.
"This does it, kids," Alice said. "I say we kick them out."
Everybody turned to Jerry, the new leader. He looked around slowly, realizing they were all waiting for him to make a pronouncement one way or another. "Well wait until tomorrow. Then we can talk about it more reasonably, and take a vote. But now, we should all go back into the living room and get fucked."
All the kids of the club laughed appreciatively, and returned to the living room, anxious for the fuckfest that was sure to follow.
The first thing that met their eyes was Marie's nude inviting body. She had opened her eyes, and was stretching out, slowly and sensuously. Her every movement seemed to be an unconscious instinctive invitation to fuck. Her huge, melon-like tits tolled rippled over her chest, and the marvelous pink nipples stood up erect.
She twisted her body at the waist so that the fullness and lushness of her hips was blatantly displayed. She looked like a marvelous jungle cat, ripe and overripe in body and sexuality lolling about the grass, waiting to get fucked.
And that's exactly what she felt like, too, when she saw Jerry enter the room, his tall, six-foot figure towering over her.
Her eyes roved over his body with the speed of an expert, and an expert basket watcher at that. She picked out all the good points instantly, but that wasn't hard to do, since Jerry was so blatantly beautiful, so blatantly sexual, that he practically had superstud written on his forehead.
Marie's eyes ranged over his long, lean legs, taking in the infinite possibilities their graceful length suggested. They would fit well, she thought, very well, between her own full, voluptuous thighs. She saw his shoulders, and caught the subtle hint of strength that lay under their graceful rippling muscles.
Her cunt began to quiver with desire. Her eyes riveted greedily on his crotch. When she saw the long, snake-like bulge there, no matter what happened, she knew that she had to fuck the guy.
Right then and there, no matter what happened, even if it was against the rules, or whatever, she had to fuck him.
That thick, snake-like cock drew her, and drew her so hard, that she rolled over on her stomach to get a better look. The fucking prick is so, so long, she thought, to herself. That's how come it looks like a snake to me.
It sort of winds in and a und from his crotch and twists up around his belly.
She had never in her whole life seen a hard-on like that, and she had seen some hard-ons. Jerry caught her glance.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
Suddenly, Marie felt shy. She blushed prettily, not even realizing the ludicrousness of her situation. She was blushing like a professional teenage virgin, when she got caught basket-watching, when only minutes ago, the very same man whose bulging cock she was eyeing so greedily, had seen her go through incredible sexual acrobatics.
Jerry had watched while she was being simultaneously cunt and butt- fucked by both Sam and Jason, while she was lolling on the floor creaming, in full sight of the gathered club members.
He began to laugh. He thought it was ridiculous, but he also found a certain appeal in it.
"Well," he repeated, "do you like what you see?"
"Yes." Marie whispered.
"What's the matter with your tongue, cat got it?" said Alice, shrilling. "Shit," she continued, turning to Jerry, "You should have seen this cunt in action a few minutes before you walked in the door. This cunt has a dirty mouth on her, you can bet that, and now she's putting on a big sweet act and shy act."
Obviously, Alice was still competing for position of top cunt in the After Hours Club. She realized that Jerry was the leader now, and she was trying to win his favor by discrediting all the competition especially Marie's.
But it wasn't going to work. When Jerry caught a sight of that voluptuous blonde body, writhing as it were under the obscene embraces of Sam and Jason, the teasers, his cock sent him an instant message. And that message was that this little blonde, this Marie, was the cunt for him, and could possibly turn out to be the queen of the cocks and the cunts in this fucking club, if she played her cards right, and if she had a tight box and a skillful mouth.
Marie saw the desire in his eyes. "Come here," she said boldly. "Let me help you take your clothes off."
It was true, Jerry noticed. He was the only person in the room who wasn't completely naked. Marie quickly stood up and began stripping every inch of his clothes. As she pulled off his shirt, and his pants, her hands lingered over every inch of his skin.
He felt good to her. He felt just right.
When she had taken all his clothes off, she lay back on the floor, and looked up at him. Jerry towered over her for a second, then his cock gave a jerk. It was a sign, he knew, and a sign he wouldn't deny. He had to take his long, stiff and snake-like rammer and shove it into this girl, and he had to do it right now.
She hadn't even come, he remembered. Now he would give her the full Jerry treatment, right in front of all the other club members. They would see what he could really do.
He lowered his body slowly over Marie's already pulsating flesh.
"How about a little cunt-lapping for starters?" he asked.
"Oh sure," Marie giggled. "Anything you want."
"No, my dear," said Jerry. "Anything you want."
Marie made a cute little face, as if she was thinking it over.
"Yeah, I could go for a little cunt-lapping," she said.
Instantly Jerry's dark head was between her legs. Slowly he gripped the soft, incredibly white flesh of her inner thighs with his powerful hands. He clutched it so that his fingers curled in slightly, pressing into the flesh just enough to see that delicious intimation that was every so slight a hint of pain.
Marie responded instantly. Even before his tongue hit her cunt, a loud moan of pleasure ripped out of her mouth. It was more than she could bear. The man had hardly touched her, and already, her cunt was drooling with desire for him, with desire for his piercing, penetrating thrust into the very core of her cunt.
Marie was so hot, and she had gotten so hot so fast, that she only scarcely realized how much and how hard she had fallen from Jerry. If she suspected, she would have gotten worried, because she was interested in power. She was interested in sex, too, naturally, but power was her game. The last thing in the world she wanted was to be a drooling little cunt, one of many, sitting at the feet of the big super cock.
But Jerry was too much for her. She knew it the minute her cunt lips felt the touch of his mouth.
Slowly, surely, and with the skill that comes from long experience, Jerry sucked in the outler lips of her cunt. When she felt her soft, blonde-haired outer flesh being pulled in between his lips, Marie's body was racked with the spasm of lust she loved so much. She writhed so fast, and so hard, that Jerry had to hold down her thighs forcibly in order to get a good lick at her cunt.
When he finally managed to still her, he began to work over her cunt. First, his lips which had already sucked in one of her outer cunt lips, began to apply a subtle, rhythmic pressure to the burning flap of sex flesh. Then her increased movements increased his pace, until his mouth was squeezing open and shut over her cunt lips quickly, and in the familiar pace of pre-coital lust. Marie lay motionless, her body stiff with passion.
When Jerry began to open his lips over her cunt meat, and sink his teeth into it, Marie broke out with a shrill high-pitched scream of lust.
"That hurts," she wailed.
Jerry lifted his face up out of her cunt, just long enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop."
"Oh, no." said Marie, anxiously, obviously horrified by the very idea. The audience of cocks and cunts laughed uproariously at the contraditions of her passion.
Jerry continued to nip slowly on her cunt lips.
Suddenly, without warning, his mouth darted to a soft spot on her inner thigh. He planted a quick, sharp love bite there. Again, Marie shrieked and moaned with lust. The movement of her hips was so crazy, so possessed with pleasure that her body was becoming unmanageable again..
Quickly Jerry sank his mouth into her cunt again, this time directly. Now, his entire mouth covered the whole area of her burning, dripping flesh. It was easy for his lips to encompass the entire length of her cunt, because she had the sort of remarkably small slit that usually went along with tight cunts, and tiny, tantalizing boxes.
Of course, Jerry had spotted this right away, and he knew there was nothing he enjoyed more than a fast and furious fucking into a tight, tiny box, with a tightly muscled cunt ring. That hint of resistance served to arouse him beyond words. And the more he got of her, the greater was the pleasure of his release.
Seeing the tiny blonde slit before him, Jerry spared no pains to arouse the girl it belonged to, too. He wanted the explosion of mutual ecstasy that comes with perfectly timed and perfectly staged orgasms.
He turned his attention on her erect, throbbing clit. Unlike the rest of her cunt, her clit was gigantic, red and erect. It was covered with a thick coat of love slime, so thick that Jerry had to attack it with his teeth immediately, because his lips kept slipping and sliding over it. He couldn't get the kind of grip necessary for a really good job of clit-nibbling.
When his teeth finally clutched Marie's huge, erect clit, he began to nibble furiously, but gently on it. In the area of clit nibbling, Jerry knew only too well, that gentleness was all, or rather speed was all. It was important to nibble the clitoris with quick, almost frantic gestures, but to keep the touch, or rather the pressure of the teeth very light.
The demale clitoris he knew, was almost as sensitive as the male glans. Too hard stimulation took away from the pleasure, and actually made pleasure impossible because the sensation of pain was too great.
His clit-nibbling was driving Marie wild.
"Please stop," she begged.
He lifted his come-smeared lips off her cunt. "Why?" he asked, "Am I hurting you?"
"No," she gasped, "but I'm going to come in two seconds if you keep it up."
"So what's wrong with that?" he asked, his finger beginning to sneak slowly towards her raging red, wet clit.
"Nothing," she replied, "I just want to come with that big, fat snake of yours shivering inside me. That's the way I want it to happen."
"It will," Jerry said. "I'll make you want to come again and again. Don't worry. You can let yourself go this time, and you won't miss out on anything.
"Are you sure?" Marie gasped, her hips still twitching from the stimulation of his recent clit-nibbling.
"Sure, I'm sure." Jerry said. "Now, lie back and relax, and let a man do his job right."
The watching cocks and cunts giggled at what he said.
The cunts appreciated a man who took cunt-lapping seriously. As they all felt it should be taken seriously all the time, they were very much pleased with his attitude. They all exchanged glances expressing their eagerness to get the same sort of treatment from Jerry.
But Jerry, even though he acted cool, and suave, was actually very much taken with Marie, the young, golden-blonde cunt spread out, gaping and exposed to his face. For a moment, a surge of desire overwhelmed him and he was tempted to simply pull himself on top of her, and press his hard, heavy body into her sensuous softness and ram his gigantic snake-like rammer into her twat.
But he restrained himself, suppressing the churning passion of his semen in his balls. He wanted to get her hot, so that she was too hot to handle. Then, when she was completely out of control, he wanted to take her, fast and hard, and push her mercilessly over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
He turned his attention back to her slit. Now, instead of nibbling her clit, as he was doing before, he made his tongue into a long, hard projectile. He worked up a wad of saliva in his mouth and coated his tongue with it.
Then he ran the tongue over the entire length of her slit in a long, slow, tantalizing pull. He felt her cunt quiver in response. He tasted the sticky salt fluid of her love juice as it burst out between her cunt lips, and gurgled out over his tongue.
When her body spasmed, she knew she was ready, as ready as she would ever be. In an instant, Jerry made up his mind.
With one, powerful lunge of his large, graceful body, he drew himself on top of her. He pressed her down hard into the floor, so hard that Marie squealed with pain. Yet her body began to quiver under him, and re-arrange itself so that their limb and trunk parts matched perfectly.
They lay together like that, his hard heavy body on top of hers for a few moments. Marie felt the weight of his chest pressing down on her huge, melon-like tits, squeezing them hard. She felt the delightful sensation of that pressure as a form of sexual arousal.
Her hard, erect nipples were cruelly bent to the side, and the soft flesh of her tities ached with glorious stimulation. She waited for him to ram his thick, snake-like staff into her body, but he held back.
"Shove it into me," she begged. She wriggled her hips quickly, trying to encourage his penetration. But still, he held back.
"Take it slow," He mumbled. "That's the best way to do it, slow."
"Oh, but I'm going crazy," she wailed. "You're torturing me."
"It'll all be worth it, when I finally do push my glans past your tight little cunt ring. You'll see."
Marie erupted with a series of low, sexual moans. She tried to squeeze her hand between their bodies, and grab hold of his prick.
"I'll do it myself then," she gasped. "When I want to get fucked, I want to get fucked, and fast."
Try as she might, Marie couldn't do it. Their bodies were glued together with the force of their mutual lust, and his weight was too great for her to be able to penetrate the non-existent crevice between them.
"Ah, ah, ah." said Jerry. "Let me handle this."
"You're not handling it," Marie whined. "That's the problem."
"Give me a chance," he muttered, "and stop being a ball-breaking cunt." Jerry snarled.
Marie was intimidated by his response. She let her hands fall limp at her sides, but her hips, as though with a will of their own, began to move in the familiar thrusting beat of sex.
She was hungry for him, hungry as a sex-starved cat in heat. And here she was, holding off, tantalizing him until she could literally hear her pussy yowling with desire.
Suddenly without warning, Jerry's body heaved up. His massive prick rose still more, and in an instant, it was pressing hard against the tangled mat of golden pubic hairs that covered her cunt.
Sally writhed with anticipation. She could feel the rock hard head of the prick pressing against her delicate pussy lips. The trouble was that the tangle of hairs and the tangle of flesh flaps that covered her cunt, were blocking his thrust. His hard prick head continued its relentless onslaught and it pressed the flesh of her cunt lips hard against the bones surrounding her cunt.
Marie writhed with pleasure at that hard, and unexpected pleasure. The way he was taking her was delicious. The hint of force, of violence, in his brand of sexuality excited her.
Quickly she wriggled her hips, trying to situate them so that her cunt was more precisely angled towards his cock.
Still his prick couldn't thrust into her. Suddenly, Marie raised her legs. She wound her ankles over his back tightly, thus tilting her body, and giving his huge rammer easier access to her cunt opening. That was what she wanted. It worked.
With a sudden thrust of his hips, that held all the power of his body behind it, Jerry rammed his whanger between her outer cunt lips. His prick head still couldn't feel the moisture of her pussy.
The throbbing glans hadn't reached the well of sex water that stood dammed up behind her inner cunt lips, waiting to explode.
When finally, he pressed harder and penetrated the inner lips, his whole body spasmed with pleasure. Every inch of his glans was drowned, inundated with the oft, hot wetness of her cunt juice. The glans exploded with the force of his restrained lust.
Now, his way was easy. The walls of her cunt canal were coated with love slime. His monstrous rammer plunged through her swiftly, relentlessly, driving ahead until he felt the soft, yet insistent resistance of the mouth of her womb.
He had penetrated her as far deep as he could. Marie's tight, shallow pussy could take in no more of his twelve-inch spear. Now, all the roots of his cock were still exposed, out in the cold, and with a good four inches of length still protruding out from her cunt.
Jerry shoved harder and harder, but it was no use. The milking action of her tight, tiny pussy drove him wild. His huge, throbbing sex wanted to penetrate her and penetrate her completely. But it was impossible.
With each new thrust of his powerful rammer, Marie's squeals increased, until they had changed from squeals of pleasure to noises of pain.
Jerry realized he would have to be satisfied with what he had, and couldn't try to pierce the girl's tight, shallow pussy any further. If he did, he would hurt her too much, too badly. If there was anything he couldn't stand, it was the sight of his prick covered with blood.
That had happened to him many times, because it was almost inevitable. Jerry had accepted the fact that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could really take in all of his manhood.
He knew that Marie's cunt wouldn't take all of him either. He knew it the minute he laid eyes on her, but still he wanted her and he wanted her desperately.
He pumped into her, but more gently this time.
Now that she felt the pain stopping, and the threat of pain going way, Marie let herself flow with pulsing, unstoppable rhythm. As she let herself go more and more, her cunt responded in kind.
Automatically, it began to quiver and tremble in the familiar milking motion of coitus. Jerry felt his cock being flooded with the hot wet juices of her love. He felt its entire pulsing length, now thickened and blood-engorged, being squeezed and milked delightfully. His whole to that pressure and he gasped loudly with lust.
"Oh, give it to me," Marie moaned.
"You can't handle any more," Jerry muttered, again dreading the idea of really hurting her and making her bleed.
"Give it to me, as much as you can, please," Marie begged. "This is better than anything I ever felt before."
She began to thrash wildly in the throes of lust, as Jerry skillfully increased the speed of his pumping action yet, did it without ramming more of his cock into her than she could safely handle.
"Oh, that's good," she moaned. "Just like that, fast, but not too deep."
Jerry understood. But he didn't even have to understand mentally any more. Their bodies had met, and coupled. And in that coupling they had understood each other in the best of all possible languages, cock and cunt language.
He pounded into her, and her hips thrust up to meet his prick. They quivered together, shaking crazily, until suddenly, Marie's cunt tensed. A shiver ran through it, and through her body and it was a shiver so powerful, and so sexual, that it took Jerry over the brink of arousal and into the abyss of orgasm.
They stiffened simultaneously. Then they suddenly shuddered. Their bodies pounded away to the incredible explosion of mutual climax.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You ready to give up, just like that?" Jason demanded angrily.
"Sure I am," Sam said. "I don't like to fight losing battles. I'm not as stupid as you are."
"What the fuck are you talking about." Jason demanded angrily.
"I'm talking about what you did this evening, when all the club members were still here."
"What did I do?" Jason asked.
"You insisted on fucking that new cunt, Marie even after she didn't want you to any more, and I was against you, and the entire club members were against you."
"Nobody tells me what to do," Jason said, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"That's not the point, asshole," Sam snapped angrily. "You have to be smart, and when you see that you are outnumbered, just retreat gracefully, and plan a battle campaign."
"Well, that's what we're doing right now," Jason said.
"My ass," Sam snapped. "We're licking our wounds because there's nothing else we could do. You've already fucked things up. There is no battle plan."
"Horseshit," said Jason, "You're just a quitter.
"Listen, none of this would have been necessary if you knew enough to quit while you were ahead. You know what's going to happen now?"
"What?"
"We are both going to get kicked out of the club, that's what."
"Oh no we won't," Jason said in a threatening tone. "Nobody is going to kick me out of the After Hours Club, because I practically started that fucking group. And I kept them going, too."
"Don't forget me," Sam said sarcastically.
"I'm not forgetting you." Jason insisted. "That's the whole point. Without us two, that thing never would have gotten started, and it never would have been able to continue without our protection. Those dumb ass kids needed teachers in their club. To keep the authorities and the administration off their backs."
"True," Sam said. "If it wasn't for us, Meyerson the principal would have thrown those kids out of school long ago."
"Right," Jason said. "And that's going to be our weapon."
"What?" Sam demanded.
"Meyerson," Jason replied triumphantly. "If we get something on Meyerson, we can control the whole school, don't you see?"
"Ah, you're full of shit," Sam said.
"No, listen, if we get Meyerson in our power, it's going to be Open City again, and you know what that means."
"Yeah, it means free pussy in the club, again." said Sam, "but how are we going to get Meyerson in our power?"
"Easy," Jason said. "We're going to get that new cunt, Marie, to seduce him, give him a blowjob or a rimjob, whatever the old asshole prefers."
"Oh, no," Sam said. "It will never work. We have no power over Marie. We can't even get her to do anything for us."
"Oh no?" said Jason, a cunning tone coming into his voice.
"Okay, okay," Sam said wearily. He knew better than to contradict Jason when Jason had a plan in his head. Jason would go ahead with it one way or another, so Sam figured he may as well cooperate, since there might be something in it for him, if it worked out. "Tell me one thing," he said. "Just one thing. How are we going to get Marie to seduce Meyerson."
"Easy," said Jason slickly. "We're going to trick her into it." A slow evil grin stretched across his face. "Yeah, that's easier said than done,"
"All you have to do is move fast and talk faster."
"And that's one thing you can do," Sam admitted. "I'll go along with you, because doing something is better than doing nothing. And as things stand now, we are already out of the After Hours Club."
"You're right," Jason said. "But we are going to get little Marie, the cunt, to do our work for us."
The next morning, before the first class, Sam and Jason cornered Marie in the corridor.
"We'd like to talk to you, Marie," Jason said.
"About what," she asked suspiciously. She didn't know what was going on, because last night, right after the orgy, she went straight home alone by taxi. So she hadn't had a chance to talk to Alice or Bert or any of the other club members.
"About our club," said Jason, in a friendly voice. "The cocks and cunts are in trouble."
"Oh, yeah?" said Marie, her interest obvious. For all she knew, Jason and Sam could have had a conference with Bert or Alice or Jerry late last night, or this morning. If there was something up, they might know it. She was interested and she wanted to help. She was by no means sure that the other club members were serious about kicking Sam and Jason out of the club. As far as she knew, they were still in, and if that was the case, she wanted to cooperate with them, and help out the club in any way she could.
"We talked to Alice and Bert early this morning," Jason lied. "Alice knew for certain that the principal, Meyerson, has a suspicion that something was going on."
"What?" Marie shrieked with horror. This was too awful to be true. She thought, just when she had got herself accepted into the hottest clique in town, and the only sex orgy club at Chester High, it was going to be exposed and broken up. She almost burst into tears with disappointment. "We can't let them do that," she gasped.
"Fucking right," said Sam.
"Yeah," Jason agreed. "We have a plan that could save the club."
"Have you talked to Alice and Bert about it yet?" asked Marie, innocently.
"Sure we have," Jason lied again. "In fact, this plan was Bert's idea."
"And it's a fucking good plan, too." Sam said, with false enthusiasm. He stared deep into Marie's eyes. He could tell from their expression of interest and anxiety that Marie fell for their story, hook, line and singer. He gave a little conspiratorial wink to Jason, which remained unacknowledged.
"What's the plan?" Marie asked.
"That's what we're about to tell you." said Jason.
"And," Sam added, "We are going to need your help."
"Oh." Marie breathed. "I'll do everything I can. I love being a member of the After Hours Club, and the last thing I want is to see us all fall apart."
"I knew we could count on your help," said Jason ingratiatingly. "Now, this is the plan. "Oh tell me," said Marie eagerly, her eyes widening.
"We have to get something on Meyerson, the principal. He's the one who's trying to screw the club."
"Oh yeah?" said Marie. "How are you going to get something on Meyerson."
"Simple, very simple," said Jason smoothly. "We are going to get him to make an indecent pass at you, and we are going to have a witness to that act."
"I see," said Marie, her face breaking into a smile.
"Sure," Jason said, encouragingly, "that way, we'll be able to blackmail him. He won't be able to touch the club members, no matter how much he wants to simply because we will have that power over him, the power of knowing he tried to seduce one of the students, and the witness to prove it."
It was obviously in the bag now.
"Wow," Marie said admiringly. "That sure is a smart plan."
"Yep," Jason agreed. "And it was all Jerry's idea."
Marie's eyes lit up at the mention of Jerry, and then Jason knew for sure that she was hooked, that she would try her damndest to seduce Mr. Meyerson.
He and Sam would arrange to have Jerry walk into Mr. Meyerson's office at the exact moment when Mr. Meyerson had his finger up Marie's cunt. Then, they really would have caught Mr. Meyerson in an immoral act with a student, and they really would have a witness.
That way, they would make a terrific impression on the After Hours Gub, and regaining their former position of power. Jason would simply say that he was questioned by Mr. Meyerson about the club, or the existence of a club, and he had to think fast to stop Mr. Meyerson from blowing their scene. He had to engage Marie's help in order to do this. He had to lie to her, because he had to move fast. There was no time for explanations. Mr. Meyerson had caught the After Hours Club scent, and he was hot on the trail.
That way, he and Sam would look like the heroes of the day, who had saved the After Hours Club from sure destruction in Mr. Meyerson's hands.
They could come back in triumph and really rule the place. Jason's head spun with the delight of his triumph.
"Now," he said to Marie, all you have to do is go to Mr. Meyerson's office."
"Right now," she gasped.
"Yes, right now." Jason said firmly. "We have to move fast."
"Okay," Marie said, a sudden dim look of doubt coming over her face. "But shouldn't I ask Jerry or Susan or some of the other members before I actually go and do it?"
"No!" Jason snapped. "I told you. We already talked to them, and we all made this plan together. Now we need you, and we need you fast."
"Okay," said Marie, somewhat reassured. Her instincts told her there was something very fishy going on, but Jason talked so fast and so forcefully, that she couldn't even hear herself think, much less organize her thoughts and listen to her instincts.
"Now, go to Mr. Meyerson's office, introduce yourself. Tell him you're a new student and you have a personal problem to talk over with him. Hell fall for it right away."
"Yeah," Sam nodded in agreement. "He's a real dirty old lecher; he just doesn't have the balls to act out his sex fantasies."
"Sure," Jason said. "He'd love to get you alone in his office. Just make sure you close the door behind you so that Miss Smith, his secretary, can't see or hear a thing."
"The important thing is, make sure you get old Meyerson in a comprising position, you know, so that when the witness, Jerry, barges in, there will be something for him to see," Sam said.
"I get it," Marie replied, slowly nodding her head.
"Now go on," Jason hissed.
As Marie turned on her heel and wriggled her way down the corridor to the principal's office, Jason and Sam gave each other a wink. It was perfect, simply perfect.
"What did I tell you?" Jason demanded.
"You're a genius, no doubt about it," Sam said. "But still, let's not count our chicks before they're hatched."
They walked off to the teacher's lounge together, both anticipating the triumph of the next club meeting. They couldn't wait to get what they thought was their just due, after the humiliating treatment they both got last night.
Meanwhile, Marie had gotten past Mr. Meyerson's secretary, Miss Smith. It was hard, but she managed it.
As she entered Mr. Meyerson's office, she caught her first glimpse of the balding, potbellied principal. Instantly, she knew he was a natural. A pushover, in fact, she said to herself.
"Hello," she said, smiling shyly. "I'm Marie, a new student here."
Mr. Meyerson's tiny, beady eyes lit up behind his spectacles. He pushed his chair away from his desk and got up eagerly.
"Why, how do you," he said. "Glad to meet you, Marie!" He thrust a hot, sweaty hand into hers, and shook it forcefully, but his eyes were not watching hers. They were riveted on the two huge bulging boobs bouncing under Marie's tight pink angora sweater.
Marie could tell that Mr. Meyerson was undressing her with his eyes. Give the old asshole something to see, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath so that her chest heaved. Then, as she released the air from her lungs, she did it in little spurts, so that her boobs quivered as a result.
She saw Mr. Meyerson's eyes widen with desire. This is going to be almost too easy, Marie thought to herself. He's practically coming already, the old asshole. If he sees a strip of my flesh in the raw, he might have a heart attack, and die on the spot.
"I-I just came to meet you and introduce myself, if you don't mind," Marie said, smiling shyly. She had forgotten to make up a good story, or an excuse as to why she had come to talk to him. But she turned that disadvantage into an advantage by quickly thinking up a clever line of bullshit. "You know," she said, "I think it's a shame, Mr. Meyerson, that there is so little contact between the students and the faculty, and the administration. I had no specific reason for coming here, but I just thought I'd do my part to bring us all closer together, and to have some sort of exchange going, you know what I mean?"
"I certainly do, my dear," Mr. Meyerson said in an oily voice. "I'm very happy that you thought to come and meet me personally. Most of my students can't be bothered."
Marie detected a note of regret in his voice. Suddenly, she realized he must be in a shitty position, everyone hating him the way they did. She felt a spurt of pity for him. It must be a drag, being the principal, knowing that all the students hate you, and all the teachers hate you too.
Impulsively, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
Of course, Mr. Meyerson took advantage of the situation and squeezed her hand back. Marie saw her chance and edged closer to him.
Now they were standing dangerously close together, with only a space of four or five inches separating them. Again, Marie pulled her trick of taking in a deep breath and letting it out in spurts, so that her titties quivered. Except this time, the quivering titties were not on the other side of the desk from Mr. Meyerson.
They were a dizzying four inches away from his fingertips. Marie saw him break out into a sweat.
"Why, Mr. Meyerson, are you ill?" she asked sweetly.
"No, no," he said. "It's you I'm worried about my dear. The peculiar way you are breathing. Perhaps you are coming down with bronchitis, and don't even know it."
"Now that you mention it," Marie said, "I do feel a peculiar pain in my chest."
"Where?" Mr. Meyerson asked eagerly.
"Right here," Marie replied, her hand covering the tip of her huge tit, the right one.
"My goodness," Mr. Meyerson said excitedly, his eyes bulging. Now that he had a good excuse to look at her tit, he took advantage of it with a vengeance. His pale eyes gleamed beneath the glass of his thick spectacles.
"It is quite a pain, and I've been neglecting it," Marie confessed.
"You mustn't do that," Mr. Meyerson said. He pretended great concern. "Chest, or rather breast, pains in females can be symptoms of many things."
"Really?" Marie asked innocently, her hand beginning a slow, voluptuous massage of her gigantic boob. She rubbed the flesh under the pink angora wool hard, so hard that her nipple popped up huge and erect, responding sexually to her own touch.
When Mr. Meyerson saw the nipple on the huge, high mammary stand up erect like that, all his sexual juices began to flow wildly. He felt a horrendous but pleasurable pumping in his prick, a sensation he hadn't felt for years. He was a widower of twenty years now, and the only way he had gotten his rocks off in those past twenty years was by jacking himself off in the bathroom while looking at spread-eagled snatches.
Basically a shy, insecure person, Mr. Meyerson didn't have the balls to go out looking for nookie, certainly not for professional, hooker nookie. He was afraid of what exposure might do for his job, and his standing in the community.
Lately, however, he hadn't been able to achieve orgasm any way, even though he had tried everything. He had given up on himself, deciding that he was just getting so old, he was becoming asexual.
Now, suddenly, he was alone with a nubile young girl, and a very attractive one at that. He felt himself actually getting sexually aroused at a time when he thought he was no longer capable of even getting aroused, much less achieving orgasm.
Now, when he felt the pumping pulsing action of his cock, he felt like he was being reborn, and being given a second chance at life.
He went crazy with happiness. So, the thought, I'm not an impotent old man after all. He felt a surge of desire and lust for this girl who had given him back his sexuality simply by walking into the room. He felt so warm towards her, and so grateful, that he would have done anything for her.
But Marie was too busy following Jason's and Sam's instructions. She wasn't aware of the effect she had on Mr. Meyerson, that is, she wasn't aware of the emotional effect she had on him, only the sexual effect. And that was what she was looking for.
"Do you think I should go to a doctor, Mr. Meyerson?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied. "I can't be sure. Let me check you up a bit if you don't mind."
"No, no," Marie breathed. "Not at all. In fact, I'd be grateful for any advice you could give me."
"Let me see now," Mr. Meyerson muttered, pretending to concentrate on the medical aspect of the task ahead. Actually, his forehead was breaking out into a sweat of pure sexual excitement. His cock was pulsing madly.
"Let me sit up on the desk, and make it easier for you," Marie offered. Before he could reply, she had plopped her cute little rear on his desk.
"I'm qualified to do this, you know," Mr. Meyerson said. "I can give medical checkups because I was trained as a medic in the army."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Marie breathed. "I really think this is going to be a great help to me." Inside, she was screaming with triumph. She had not made one wrong move since she walked in the door. It was perfect so far, just perfect; the only problem was, the positions weren't compromising enough. And Jerry might barge in the door any second now. If there was nothing for him to see, nothing dirty, there was nothing that he could hold over Mr. Meyerson's head as a threat.
She got a little worried and decided she better move the whole seduction along at a faster pace. That way, she could be sure Mr. Meyerson was really fucked over when Jerry walked in.
It was a risk, because she might move too fast, and put Mr. Meyerson uptight. He might even throw her out of the office. That would really ruin the whole thing and seriously endanger the club.
And Marie thought they were all counting on her to save them. She would come through, she swore to herself.
As she sat on the edge of the principal's desk, the voluptuous young blond student saw her chance. Mr. Meyerson's prick had turned into a huge blob under his pants. She could easily move just a bit, and touch that blob-like bulge with her knee. That should be the right place and the right move to make him really go crazy with lust.
As Mr. Meyerson was beginning to feel her breasts, pretending to examim- them for lumps, or other signs of malfunction. Marie bounced her ass a bit and let her knee bump lightly against his prick.
The reaction was instantaneous. Mr. Meyerson turned a bright lobster red. His face shone with beads of sweat and his eyes bulged frantically. His breathing got thicker. He didn't move, or attempt to get his prick away from Marie's knee. He was waiting for her next move.
But Marie didn't want to chance another bold aggressive sexual gesture until she had gotten an agreeing signal from him.
Suddenly, Mr. Meyerson lifted his hands off her tits. For one horrifying moment, Marie thought she had gone too far, and he was about to stop his advances, and throw her out of his office in disgrace.
But she couldn't have been more mistaken.
"My dear," Mr. Meyerson said, his voice trembling with lust, "I'm afraid you're going to have to take this lovely little pink sweater off if I'm going to be able to examine you properly. As a medic, I know that direct flesh to hand contact is the only way to really tell the symptoms, if there are any."
"Oh, of course," Marie breathed. "I know you know what you're talking about. After all, you were a medic in the army."
"That's right dear," Mr. Meyerson speaking softly.. Already, his hands were caressing her belly, sliding back and forth over her smooth flesh. As she lifted her arms up to pull her sweater over her head, her immense titties rose even higher. As the mounds of flesh became exposed, Mr. Meyerson's sight literally blurred with lust and with the sweat that was now pouring freely from his forehead.
Suddenly, without warning, his huge, loose, wet mouth fell over one of her nipples. The wet, slimy lips startled Marie. She was about to give a little shriek of surprise, but restrained herself at the last minute, remembering Miss Smith sitting in the outside office.
Mr. Meyerson started to suck on her nipple greedily. His large, loose lips were more skillful than she had expected, and Marie actually found her cunt beginning to tingle with arousal as his slow sucking motions brought more and more of her nipple, and her tit, into his mouth.
Marie was really amazed. She had never been handled by a man much older than herself. She always thought that even the very idea was supremely disgusting, but now here she was actually getting sexually aroused by the prototype "dirty old man."
Well, she thought to herself, if they touch the right things in the right ways, it's only natural to get aroused. It doesn't matter how dirty, how old they are, or, for that matter, how ugly they are.
As Mr. Meyerson's lips began to apply more and more pressure to her nipple, Marie felt a renewed tingling in her cunt, only this time it was stronger. It was so strong, in fact, that all her thoughts were wiped away, and she fell into the bizarre lovemaking mood completely.
Once her sexual hormones began to flow, that was that. Sexually oriented as she was, Marie forgot everything else.
Soon. Mr. Meyerson's nipple and tit sucking made her forget everything, including what she was sent here to do, namely seduce Mr. Meyerson. She was doing that now, but she was doing it for the pure pleasure of the sexual stimulation she was getting, and not for an ulterior motive.
Instinctively, her hand crept down to Mr. Meyerson's crotch. As his greedy lips began to open wider, and his teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of her nipple and tit, her hand automatically began to unzip his fly.
Mr. Meyerson groaned with lust, a deep low groan in his throat. He felt her hand on his prick, and his mind exploded with lust.
Quickly, Marie unzipped his fly. Her hand dug frantically into the flap. She felt the cotton of his underpants, and she felt it wet with slimy come.
Shit, she thought, he must have climaxed already, and here she was, looking forward to having a stiff, hard dick to suck on. But, as her hands pushed their way past the sopping, come-soaked cotton, she found the huge, pulsing sex sausage of the high school's principal. She was amazed and relieved that it was, incredibly enough, still hard and erect. Not only that, but it was pretty big.
Marie's cunt quivered with excitement. She was dying to get that hard, stiff rammer in her mouth. Her freely flowing love juices had already made her own cunt sopping wet, and her mouth eager for the salty, sticky taste of semen.
Now that she realized Mr. Meyerson's cock was a stiff, massive and erect rammer, and not a withered, spent dick, she got even more excited. She wouldn't have to waste any time giving him a hand-job, trying to get the dick erect again.
"Oh, wow," she moaned. "This is delicious."
Mr. Meyerson didn't reply. He couldn't even if he wanted to because his mouth was full of Marie's pink ripe tit. As his teeth continued to work it over, Marie's hand finally grabbed a hold of his whanger.
She began to stroke it slowly, sensuously, using the come smeared foreskin to her advantage. That way, the lubricant was already there, and her hand could pump his cock to a new height of excitement more effortlessly.
Suddenly, Mr. Meyerson pulled his mouth off her nipple, and the tit plopped out with a loud, wet sucking sound. His eyes were tightly shut as his hands grasped under Marie's skirt.
He reached up her thighs, stroking them with his sweat wet palms. Suddenly, he pushed her over on the desk, so that she lay flat on her back, sprawled over all his official papers.
"I want to see your cunt. I want to see a real live wet gaping cunt," Mr. Meyerson rasped madly.
"Feel free," Marie whispered. "You can touch it too."
"Really," Mr. Meyerson croaked. "Will you let me?"
"Sure," Marie said. "You can put your finger in my cunt. You can put your tongue in my cunt too."
"Can I put my prick in it?" Mr. Meyerson gasped.
"Sure," Marie said.
"That means you'll let me fuck you?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course I would, any time. Just let me know. I really mean it," Marie said.
She thought Mr. Meyerson would collapse with excitement. But the old codger had more fight left in him than she expected.
As she lay flat on her back on his desk, he separated her legs. Grasping her thighs with his hands, he pushed them open as far as they would go.
Now, the soft flesh of Marie's inner thighs was tantalizingly exposed to him. He saw that soft white and pink skin, and his cock shuddered with arousal. It was more than he could bear for one day.
Suddenly, he noticed that the crotch piece of Marie's pink silk bikini panties was streaked with a dark moisture stain. His touch had actually made her cunt ooze out love juice. The realization that he was actually capable of arousing a sexy, attractive young girl like that was more than he could stand. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her right away.
He dropped his pants. His cock was now really erect, really thick and long. Marie, lying motionless on the desk top, looked up for an instant. When she saw the size and stiffness of Mr. Meyerson's monstrous rammer, her cunt gurgled with excitement. She felt the hot liquid flow of love juice ooze down her cunt once again, and stain her panties.
She was excited beyond words. She got fucked by men with big pricks before, but never in her life had she been fucked by an old high school principal on top of his desk, and one who had a big prick too.
The bizarreness of the situation excited her. Her hips began to quiver with anticipation. Whatever else this would turn out to be, at least she could be sure of one thing: It would be interesting.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Spread your legs dear. Daddy wants to give you his big bar of candy."
He was talking to her like a little girl, and although she thought it strange, she was sort of enjoying it.
Marie sat up a little on the desk and reached down to pull off her panties. She was surprised to find the front of them as damp as they were. They were soaked, and all for this old prick.
Marie knew just how to undress. Yes, she was a champion at that. She put her fingers under the little rib of elastic at the top of the panties, and massaged around the neat little bush of pubic hairs, exposing them a few at a time. She knew the secret of undressing was to take your time, and to keep your partner in anticipation.
Marie kept up this teasing for only a short while, partly because she was not sure Mr. Meyerson could take it much longer and partly because she was not sure that she could either.
"Oh, please Marie, take them off. I can't take it. I want that little snatch so badly. Please give it to me."
She couldn't believe that she had the power to do this to anyone. She had known that she was attractive, but she never realized she could do all this to anyone.
Remembering her mission, and feeling like a secret agent, she finally pulled down her panties and gave Mr. Meyerson his first glimps at the lovliest little cunt in all of Chester High.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Mr. Meyerson groaned at the sight of it. It had been so long since he had seen a real live snatch, that he might have even been content just to stand there all day, with his huge wang hanging out, gaping at this lovely cunt. The thought of what he could still do with it was almost more than he could stand.
The way Mr. Meyerson was perspiring and heaving as he looked at her pussy really sent Marie off. She had to sit up a little to look at it herself. She wanted to see the thing that had Mr. Meyerson going like a fourth of July sparkler.
She looked down and saw the heavy mound of pink flesh. It was pulsating and oozing out the delicious wet juices. She wanted to get Mr. Meyerson even hotter, and she knew she could do it She reached down and slowly inserted two of her fingers into the little cunt and extracted some of her fuck-sauce. Their it was dripping like heavy cream all over her fingers. She played around and gathered it up like a bee gathering honey. The she sat up on the desk just a little. She saw that Mr. Meyerson still had his eyes glued on her cunt, and almost without being noticed she slipped her dripping fingers into Mr. Meyersons mouth so he could get his first taste of her luscious cunt. And he ate it right up. He slurped around her fingers and got every last drop into his hungry mouth.
How long it's been since I tasted that he thought to himself. Even his wife had been a little squirmish about letting him eat her out, but here he was now tasting the precious juices of this beatuiful little cunt.
After he had gotten every bit of it, he let go of her fingers, taking one last suck at them as they were extracted.
"I'm going to eat you right up!" he said as he lunged down, mouth first, onto her waiting twat. "Ummmm," he growled as he buried his face in between her legs, "Give it to me!"
Marie went wild with excitement. Her hips were grinding as Mr. Meyerson's face snuggled up for a delicious meal.
"Oh. it's great! Eat me! Eat me! she yelled at the top of her lungs almost forgetting that the secretary was right next door. But she could not forget entirely, and she wondered where Sam and Jason were, although she was so anxious to have her cunt licked, she almost hoped they had forgotten.
But they had far from forgotten!
"What do you say , Jason? Do you think it's about time we headed for old Meyersons office?" Sam said as he extinguished his cigarette in the tray alongside the old lounge chair he was sitting in. With that both men got up, equipped with the poloroid camera he had thought to get from the school newspaper office, and headed for the door.
"Hello, gentlemen!" they were greeted at the door by the assistant principal, Eleanor Woods "How fortunate to run into both of you at the same time like this. Could you please come with me into my office for just a few moments, I have to speak to both of you about the new programs for next semester."
"Well , actually, Miss Woods, both Sam and I were just getting ready to go out to lunch, and
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"Well, I'm sorry then to incontinence the both of you like this, but it is absolutely imperative that I get these reports in by this afternoon, so that they can go to the Superintendent's office, I'm sure you'll understand. Please follow me."
Sam and Jason just looked at each other not knowing what to say.
"Come along, gentlemen'" Miss Woods said from down the hall.
The two men just followed. They felt more like a couple of students, rather than teachers, but they knew there was nothing they could do.
Mr. Meyerson hadn't let up on Maries cunt for one second. He was grinding his face against her cunt with all the energy of a twenty year old boy. He worked his tongue in and out of her vagina, pausing with each stroke to tickle her little love button. It was driving Marie wild with joy. This man is better than a lot of younger man, she thought to herself. He really knows how to turn me on.
With Marie still flat on her back, Mr. Meyerson turned around so that he was able to put one leg up on the desk, and then the other. He was still sucking on Marie's cunt as he pushed his swollen dick right up to Marie's mouth. And was Marie waiting for it. The rest of Mr. Meyerson's body was beginning to sag, but his prick stood full and alert like a young soldier, going through hos drills.
Marie took his prick into her mouth, and flicked her tongue up and down the pointed head. Meyerson was groaning and Marie knew it must have been a long time since he had had this kind of excitement.
She moved her head up and down, trying to take the full length of the cock down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down all the while she was working her tongue faster and faster along the underside of the head of his cock.
She gripped the side of the desk with one hand to maintain her balance, and with the other she started to massage his balls. She cupped them in her hands and fondled them like a fine piece of art.
She knew that this last move on her part would bring Mr. Meyerson to the end of his control, and she knew she would have to be more careful if she was going to get his fat-stiff cock inside of her.
Just thinking of the wonderful fuck that she was going to get out of this caused Maries legs to shake, and she felt she too was close to coming. She took his prick out of her mouth and wiped it dry with the hand that all the while had been working on his balls.
"Oh, Mr. Meyerson, it's great! But please won't you stick your beautiful prick inside of me. I want to come all over it, and I want to feel your warm come inside of me too!"
It didn't take anymore coaxing than that to get Mr. Meyerson to but his culinary delights aside and get down off the desk. As he took his position between her legs, Marie noticed that his prick was throbbing. It was surly one of the largest she had ever seen, and she could hardly wait to feel it inside of her.
"Now gentlemen. The reason I called you in here is because I have to have a general outline of the courses that you be teaching next semester. These must be accompanied by my own personal suggestions and observations and finally sent off to the Superintendent's office for approval. I will leave you two alone her in the inner office. I can only give you a couple of hours, and then I will have to ask you for your work. I will be right outside the door if you have any questions.
Sam and Jason knew they were kicked. There was nothing they could do. They couldn't even try to sneak out, because they would have to pass Miss Woods desk. So they just resolved themselves to their work, and accepted their defeat.
As Marie started to dress again she realized that this was definitely one of the best fucks she had had in a long while. The thought occurred to her that she would have to ask Mr. Meyerson to join the club. She was sure that he would be more than happy to join, and she thought it would solve everyone's problem. Sam and Jason would be so proud of her.
"Mr. Meyerson," Marie said, "You know I've been thinking. We have a club here at school, and all of the members are very much interested in the kind of thing you and I have been doing here. We meet tonight, and I am sure you would be a welcome addition. We do have some other faculty support, you know, as a matter of fact even some honorary members.
As Marie spoke, the little wheels began to turn in Mr. Meyersons head. Suddenly it all made sense to him. Yes, the After Hours Club.
After hours indeed! Why had he not seen through all of this before? Then he realized that if he had he might have put an end to it all. Now though, now that he too could be a member he defiantly did not want to see it end. Heavens no!
As a matter of fact, the After Hours Club became the best know and biggest Club in the entire school. With the support of the principal the received funds from the School Board, and the P.T.A even ran a cake sale.
