Teen Girls' Sex Club
by Jonny Bater


FOREWORD 

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 

" 

"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. 


THE END
