"The horny teacher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ross Carl)

CHAPTER NINE

Marlene was blissful for days, riding the merry-go-round of sexual fulfillment, dreaming about Henry Bascomb's hard cock, about the way he had fucked her so hard and so deep, and how he had shot so much hot cum into her vibrant, trembling cunt.

She went back to school every day, hoping that it would be the day when he would invite her to strip down and let him ram his hard cock into her hot pussy again.

But he seemed cold and aloof, almost afraid to fuck her a second time. Almost trying to act, she thought, as though nothing had ever happened between them, as though he had never gone wild over her hot cunt and given her the best fucking of her life.

It wasn't long before Marlene was to be scared again herself – even more so this time than when she had been confronted by Mr. Bascomb earlier. And, once again, her job was on the line because of fucking.

She was walking down the hall during the lunch hour when she met Harriett Johns, the principal's secretary.

"Miss Ramsey, can I talk with you a second?" the secretary said.

"Sure, Harriett. What's on your mind?"

"I just wanted to let you know that walls have ears, darling," Harriet said.

She was not a bad-looking woman – a little severe, maybe, with dark hair drawn back close to her head, and horn-rimmed glasses. She was twenty-nine, with a shapely figure hidden beneath clothes that always had a tailored, flat look that hid all of the best features of her body.

"What ever do you mean, Harriett?" Marlene asked.

The secretary's eyes bored into Marlene's. "I mean," she said evenly, "that I was at the door to Mr. Bascomb's office the other day while he fucked the living hell out of that hot cunt of yours. It was quite a performance. I was wishing there was a window in the door."

Marlene gasped. A look of horror acknowledged her fear of Harriett's intentions. But she could not have guessed – in her wildest dreams, even – what was to come next.

"Now, listen to me carefully, because I'm only going to tell you once," Harriet said. "You are to come to my apartment tonight at eight o'clock. You are to come alone. You are not to tell Mr. Bascomb or anyone else I have talked to you. If you fail to do exactly as I have instructed you to do, I shall go to the board of education and tell them what I know. You and Bascomb will be out of a job so fast it will make your heads swim. Oh, and one more thing… don't wear panties or a bra."

Then she turned and started to walk away.

Marlene's head was spinning. Her heart was pounding wildly. "Wait, wait," she said, running up to Harriett and clutching the secretary's arm. "What do you want of me? Why must I come to your apartment?"

Harriett stared at Marlene for a long moment, a smile playing at her lips. "You mean you can't guess? No, I guess you can't. You really are a dumb, silly cunt, as well as a hot one. Well, to put it bluntly, baby, I'm going to lick that hot cunt of yours for a couple of hours. And I'm going to turn you on like you've never been turned on before. I'm going to make you forget all about Bascomb's hard cock, which you seem to love so much, and every other prick that you've ever had!"

As she watched Harriett disappear down the hall, Marlene felt all sorts of strange sensations take possession of her body and mind. How could she possibly let a woman make love to her? Would it hurt? Would Harriett want to kiss her and shove her tongue down Marlene's throat? How could she possibly feel clean after such an ordeal? She'd always considered lesbians unclean, almost as weird creatures.

Most of all, she wondered, what would it feel like to have Harriett's warm tongue licking all over my wet cunt probably lapping her way into my cunt as well.

As the day wore on, Marlene's mind strayed endlessly. She was unable to concentrate on anything except what might happen that nigh in Harriett's apartment.

She daydreamed about all sorts of situations. She saw herself being forced to lick Harriett's cunt, too, and taking a dildo up her ass, and having Harriett sit on her face. Some of it was scary, but before the day was over, Marlene found herself getting all wet in the cunt. A few times, she almost came when she imagined Harriett lapping her clit and playing with her nipples at the same time. She began to look forward to that, hoping against hope that the evening would consist mostly of that kind of treatment.

At home after school, Marlene took a warm bath and then lounged around for a while, her cunt swirling, her tits tingling in anticipation of what was to come. She ate a leisurely supper, barely nibbling at her food.

Then she dressed. Following Harriett's instructions, she went without underwear. Standing bare assed in her closet, she chose a pair of tight, black stretch slacks and a shimmering, silky white blouse that was cut in a low V-neck that plunged down to reveal her luscious, deep cleavage.

Her full, heavy, and round tits strained against the blouse, which accented beautifully the sweet fullness of those gorgeous boobs. She admired herself in the mirror and put on a bright red lipstick that made her lips look full and sensuous and hot.

That should turn her on, Marlene thought as she finished brushing her hair and looked herself over. She was one sexy cunt, and she knew it. There was no doubt that Harriett's mouth would be watering when she saw Marlene step through her doorway.

"If this is what she wants, this is what she's going to get," Marlene said to herself. "I can't afford to lose my job. If I've got to fuck a dyke, I've got to fuck a dyke, so I might as well make it worthwhile for both of us."

By the time she got to Harriett's place, Marlene was feeling almost as excited as if she was going to a man's apartment, ready to get a hard cock shoved up her cunt.

"Come in! Come in, you gorgeous piece of pussy," Harriett said, smiling broadly as she greeted Marlene.

Harriett was wearing a filmy negligee with nothing beneath it, and had her long hair hanging down around her shoulders instead of pulled back in a severe knot behind her head.

She had her glasses off, and Marlene couldn't believe it was really Harriett. She was actually beautiful – and her body was magnificent!

Marlene couldn't help staring at the big and soft tits that were hiding behind Harriett's negligee. They were lovely, she thought, so nice and found and full. Without knowing exactly why, Marlene felt a twinge of lust flash across her cunt. Then a mysterious but exciting tingle swept across her big tits.

"Well, you know why you're here, darling," Harriett said, coming to Marlene and petting her cheek softly. "I won't keep you in suspense." Her voice was soft, husky, filled, with passion and arousal.

Harriett took Marlene into her arms and brushed her lips across Marlene's cheek, kissing her over and over on the cheek, forehead, eyelids. Then their lips met, softly at first, then firmly as Harriett pressed her mouth against Marlene's soft lips.

"Ohh, Marlene, darling! I've wanted you for so long!" Harriett whispered. "I've longed to undress you and touch your bare body and kiss your wet pussy and lick your beautiful big tits! My God, how I've wanted to run my tongue over the sweet, wet cuntlips and into that hot cunt of yours! Now you're going to be mine at last. Tonight, my darling, I will show you what it really means to be fucked… and sucked!"

She reached out and took hold of Marlene's blouse and began pulling it up slowly. Marlene felt sweet, exciting chills of anticipation flashing over her. Goose pimples peppered her body. Her stomach was churning, her pulse pounding in her ears.

"Don't be afraid, my darling," Harriett whispered softly in her ears. "I will not hurt you. I will only fill your cunt with my hot tongue. I'll make you climax more tonight than you've ever done in your life. I will make you come and come and come tonight, sweetheart. Just wait and see."

Then she slipped the blouse over Marlene's head, and tossed it onto a chair. Her eyes want to Marlene's gorgeous, plump tits. She sighed heavily, shuddering a little with the excitement those full, sensuous tits stirred within her.

Harriett was hot – no question about that! Her breathing was shallow, almost like gasping, as she caressed Marlene's jiggling, perfectly-formed tits.

She bent her head down and took one of her big, pink areolas and a hard, tingling nipple right between her wet lips. She sucked softly, but urgently, spinning her tongue around and over the nipple. Her fingers nimbly grazed both tits, setting off swirling sensations in Marlene's cunt.

"Harriett, ohh, Harriett," Marlene sighed, closing her eyes and resting her hands on Harriett's head. "Your lips are so soft, so warm… you make my tits feel like they're on fire!"

Harriett pulled her head away. "I can't wait to taste your cunt, honey," she rasped. Her voice was suddenly husky, full of lust. "I want to taste your hot juice. Let's go to bed."

She led Marlene into the bedroom, slipping out of her negligee along the way, when Marlene turned around, next to the bed, her eyes opened wide at the sight of Harriett's fantastic body – beautifully full tits, a softly curving midriff and flat, small waist. Her hips curved out just right, with a nice, round ass and thighs that curved down exactly right. She had the nicest legs Marlene had ever seen.

"My God, Harriett! You're beautiful!" Marlene said softly. "I never knew…"

"No one ever does," Harriett said. "I save it for girls I want to fuck. No one ever really knows me until I lick their cunt. Then they never forget me! And you, Marlene Ramsey, you are going to remember me for the rest of your life! This will be a night so fucking good that your cunt will never let you forget it!"

Then she unsnapped Marlene's slacks and peeled them down off of her marvelously contoured thighs. The both of them grew silent as Harriett gazed at the indescribable beauty of Marlene's naked body. Her soft, downy cunt hair was wet and shimmering in the soft light of the bedroom.

Harriett looked as though she would devour that cunt at any moment. Her lips were only inches from Marlene's hot cunt as she pulled the slacks from her feet.

"Quickly, darling, onto the bed!" she moaned hotly. Harriett was beside herself with lust and a hot, erotic craving for Marlene's hot cunt.

Marlene had barely stretched out on the crisp sheets, her long, shapely legs parted slightly, her tits gently rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath, before Harriett was upon her.

Harriett went right to Marlene's feet and began licking furiously, lapping her way up the insides of her legs – first one, then the other – lathering Marlene with her wet, warm tongue.

Marlene knew as soon as Harriett began that it was indeed going to be a night to remember. Her cunt began to ache with desire. Her tits were aflame with passion, and her mind whirled with emotion as Harriett's tongue – licking more furiously – drew closer and closer to her hot cunt.

Harriett was wild with lust. Her body trembled excitedly, her face flushed with a greedy, thirsty longing to thrust her wet tongue deep into Marlene's quivering hot cunt, to taste the rich, creamy juices that were already beginning to flow.

"Mmmmm! God! You're beautiful, baby," Harriett gasped. Her tongue lapped at the soft flesh high up on the inside of Marlene's thigh. Patches of prickly goose pimples spread out across Marlene's legs, up her arms and across her hot, tingling tits.

"Ohh! Lick my cunt, Harriett," Marlene found herself saying, half out of her mind with lust and need. Her cunt was flooded with juice, and she could feel her slippery, delicious cuntlips slide against each other. She twisted and turned her ass, striving in vain to relieve the tremendous ache that enveloped her whole burning-hot crotch.

Then Harriett moved in for the hot-tongued moment of truth. Her tongue flicked out and began wetting down Marlene's thick, furry pussy with wide, swathing, wet strokes of her tongue.

She was a genius with her tongue… a beautiful cuntlicker… a sensational lover, Marlene thought.

And then Harriet parted those trembling outer cuntlips and started licking Marlene's red-hot, sensitive inner-lips, all the way up to that churning, emotion-filled nub of desire – her clit!