Chapter 8
Stan's tall figure stalked into the room. He closed the door directly behind him, despite Miss Goodworth's protests.
When he saw Sally spread-eagled on the desk like that, her fresh young body and cunt gaping open and exposed, and sprayed with the slimy, yellow goo of the old principal's come, his face turned red with rage.
"Who put you up to this?" he demanded.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, raising her body up off the desk.
"Who told you to do this?"
"You did," she whined in protest. "What the fuck are you yelling at me for now?"
"I never told you any such thing," Stan yelled.
"But-but-" Sally began.
"I never told you to come here and try to seduce Dimwiddy, and lay there with your cunt gaping open on his desk. This is disgusting."
"But Tom and Harry told me to do it," Sally protested.
"Since when have you been taking orders from Tom and Harry?" Stan demanded angrily. His tall, graceful figure approached the desk. His stance was so threatening that Sally recoiled from him in fear.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't hit you. I just want an explanation from you. I don't know what the fuck is happening."
"Tom and Harry told me that all this was your idea," Sally quavered.
"What?" Stan bellowed incredulously.
"That's right," Sally whined. She realized she had been tricked. Hot tears of rage and humiliation filled her eyes. "They told me that this was your idea. They said that Dimwiddy was suspecting us all and was going to expose the Kocks and the Kunts, and break up the whole group, and get us all into trouble."
"So how does that fit in with your lying spread-eagled on this desk, your whole body sprayed with Dimwiddy's come?" Stan demanded.
"I was supposed to try and seduce Dimwiddy. And when he was in a compromising position, you or some other Kock or Kunt were going to barge in, and that way, we would have a plaintiff and a witness to the fact that Dimwiddy is a pervert who tries to corrupt the morals of minors and of his students. Don't you see, Stan?" she said pleadingly.
"I see, all right, and I don't know exactly what's going on, or why, but I do know this much. Somebody tricked you into doing this. Somebody told you a pack of lies. I never said anything about seducing Dimwiddy."
"Tom and Harry did it," Sally shouted angrily. "It was all a plot of some sort. They told me that pack of lies this morning and I believed them."
"I can see that," Stan said angrily, his eyes running over her naked body, which was obscenely smeared with Dimwiddy's pus-yellow come.
"The only reason I did it was because they told me you said to, believe me," Sally begged.
"I believe you," Stan said, his dark eyes glowing with rage.
"Thank goodness," Sally sighed.
"Now get up off that desk, and get the fuck out of this office, pronto. Use the side door, and get cleaned up and go to your class. Act normal. Pretend like nothing happened."
"What if somebody sees me?" she asked.
"Nobody will see you because it's right in the middle of a class period and the halls are deserted," Stan said.
"Oh yes, that's right," Sally said slowly. She was definitely dazed by the swiftness of this morning's events. She stumbled out of the room in a daze, thanking her lucky stars that Stan had walked in and taken over the situation. When she had seen Dimwiddy collapse to the floor like that, she had absolutely frozen with fear, thinking he must be dead of a heart attack, and that she was responsible, because she was in the room with him last before it happened.
She knew that doctors had all sorts of ways to conduct autopsies, and they could find out what a person had been doing before he died, or just before he died. They would certainly be able to tell that Dimwiddy had been in a state of great sexual arousal, and that he had ejaculated moments before he collapsed on the floor.
Miss Goodworth had seen her walk into his office, and she was a dead duck. Thinking of the trouble she could have gotten herself into, Sally shivered with fear.
For all she knew, Dimwiddy might, in fact, have dropped dead. But somehow, she wasn't worried anymore because she knew that Stan would take over, and would somehow take care of everything. She knew that Stan wanted her, that he really cared about her. She knew she was more to him than a good lay, and so, she was sure that he would protect her, or at least help her.
Stan had been right about the halls. They were deserted, and she managed to sneak into one of the girls' rooms without being seen. She cleaned up and rearranged her clothes. She went though her morning classes in a daze of worry. Several teachers asked her questions regarding the material they were discussing in class, and she could only come up with a confused "Huh?" in the way of an answer.
She melted with relief when she spotted Stan coming towards her during lunch hour. He wound his way through the tables of the cafeteria.
"What happened?" Sally gasped.
"Nothing," he said. "You don't have to worry. I've taken care of everything."
"Oh thank goodness," Sally sighed.
"No, don't thank goodness," he said. "Thank me."
"Oh I do," she breathed. "I was so scared. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"I don't either," Stan said sarcastically. "You would have had to do some fast thinking and fast talking to get yourself out of that mess. It's a good thing I showed up to do it for you."
"I know," Sally said. "But tell me, what happened? Is Dimwiddy okay?"
"Yeah," Stan replied. Dimwiddy was fine. It was just a little faint. I got him conscious and cleaned up and back on his feet in a few minutes. Not even that old snoopy cunt Goodworth knew what was happening."
"Oh good," Sally said. "She would have broadcast it all over the whole school in five minutes."
"I know," Stan said. "Anyway, I told Dimwiddy everything."
Sally's face froze with shock. "I don't believe it," she gasped. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I decided it was the best thing to do."
"You mean," she said incredulously, "that you told him about the Kocks and the Kunts?"
"Yes," Stan replied calmly.
"Oh no," Sally wailed loudly, so loudly that all the kids at the surrounding tables turned to stare at her. "You ruined everything," she moaned. "Why, why, why?" She pounded her fist into the table with rage.
"Look, the Kocks and Kunts are a bunch of childish sick bullshit," Stan said wearily.
"That's not true," Sally yelled. "They were the best thing this high school ever had, and now you went and ruined it."
Stan looked at her coldly. "You mean to tell me you really enjoy being fucked and sucked and butt-fucked by ten different men every night? You mean to tell me you like to suck dicks, I mean, just anybody's dick?"
Sally sat in stunned silence. She had always loved orgy scenes, and she assumed that Stan did too. Otherwise, why would he have joined the Kocks and Kunts? She didn't understand anything anymore.
"I like sex," she said defensively. "So what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing wrong with that," Stan said. "I just think that group sex is sick, and that the longer people indulge in it, the more sex loses its meaning. If you really liked sex and if you really cared about it, you never would get involved in that kind of sick stupid scene in the first place."
Sally was speechless. This was the first time she had heard anyone saying anything like that. All her life she had been surrounded by people, starting with her parents and brothers and sisters, who fucked and sucked anything that moved. Now, all of a sudden, she was getting preached at by this prick. She felt a surge of anger explode in her.
"So," she said slowly, "you told Dimwiddy about the Kocks and Kunts. And what's going to happen to the kids who are involved with them?" she demanded accusingly.
"Nothing," Stan replied. "Dimwiddy had no authority over what they do after school hours, and that is a legal fact. There is nothing he can do, and there is nothing he wants to do. I had a long talk with him and we agreed about that."
"What happens to Tom and Harry, those two pricks?" Sally asked angrily.
"They're the only ones who are in hot water, and they deserve it. They were just exploiting all you dumb kids to get free pussy, and you all fell for it."
Sally bowed her head thoughtfully. "You know, you're right about that, at least."
"I'm right about everything," Stan said. "I'm right about this whole group sex scene being sick and stupid and degrading."
Sally didn't reply. She had to think about that one for a while.
Gradually, the realization that Stan had a point dawned on her. It was, she admitted to herself, a kind of hysteria, a kind of emptiness that made her spread her legs for every man who came along. It was some sort of stupid and sick need that wasn't being fulfilled on a more meaningful level that made her put every dick she ran across into her mouth, and suck it dry.
And the same kind of need made her lick men's cocks and their dicks and let them do anything they wanted with her body, and her cunt. Suddenly, Sally was ashamed. She couldn't look up at Stan, and look him in the eye.
She realized that she was wrong and he was right. After all, how long can a girl go on fucking and sucking everything that walkes? There had to be more to life than that.
She thought she didn't know what it was. She thought that she would never find out, until suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt Stan's hand cover hers.
He stroked it gently, and said, "It's all right, Sally, we all make mistakes, and we all have to learn the hard way sometimes."
She began to cry softly. "You're right. I guess that's what just happened to me. I learned, all right, and in the hardest way possible."
On an impulse, she lifted her tear-stained face to Stan. "Do you think I'm shit?" she asked. "Do you think I'm a slut just because I've fucked more men than I can remember? Do you despise me because of all the orgy scenes I've been in?"
Stan looked at her. "Why are you asking me these things?" he asked.
Sally swallowed hard. "Because I care about you, really I do. Very much. And I want you to care about me too. But I know you can't, not now."
"Why not?" Stan asked.
"Because of the way I've been, and because of the things I've done," she sobbed.
Suddenly, she felt both of his hands clasp hers.
"Forget all that," he said. "Forget everything except me, except us."
A smile of gratitude warmed Sally's face. She felt her cunt quiver with desire for this man. Bowing her head down over his hands, she kissed them softly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
For the rest of the day, Sally walked through her classes on a pink cloud. She couldn't wait till her date with Stan that night.
At last, he had heard everything, everything about her ugly past. He had even seen her in action, fucking and sucking and being fucked and sucked on by any Kock who wanted to do it.
Yet, somehow, she knew instinctively that his words were true, and he was sincere. He had understood why she was the way she was, and he had accepted her, really accepted her, anyway. That was very important to Sally, because, all her life, since she was as young as five years of age, she had been accepted only for her attractiveness, or for the sexual favors she could offer.
Naturally, the idea became embedded in her young mind, the cruel and insidious idea that nobody could or would ever love her unless she "put out," so to speak.
So she put out, liberally, altogether too liberally. There was one thing Stan didn't understand about her. She had been a teacher-fucker long before she joined the Kocks and Kunts at Lincoln High.
But Sally knew it was not necessary to tell him that, because he wouldn't care anyway. It wouldn't make any difference to him. If he could want her for herself, after knowing what he already did know, Sally knew that any additional information wouldn't make any difference, wouldn't change his feelings for her in the least.
Yet, that night, she told him anyway.
They were alone together in the small room Stan rented from a distant cousin of his. He lived there because his parents, separated for many years, didn't want him. They had in fact never wanted him, but he had adjusted to that reality. It had been painful at first, but now, he knew how to handle it, and live with it.
The minute they closed the door behind them, Sally and Stan fell into each others' arms.
"I want you," Stan breathed. "I want you so badly. I want every inch of you."
"Let's go to bed," she said. "Right away."
Walking over to the bed, Sally began to take her clothes off. She watched Stan in front of her, pulling his shirt off his back, and lifting it up over his head.
The broad expanse of his back rippled with the strength of the muscles under it. She devoured every inch of his flesh greedily. Then unable to resist, she took those two steps that separated her from Stan. She began to stroke his back slowly, sensuously.
As her palms softly ran over the smooth flesh, she felt him tingle with arousal, so much so that goose bumps rose up on his skin.
With her tongue, Sally stroked the length of his skin up and down his spine. She worked up a huge wad of saliva and eagerly ran the spit-coated tongue again, up and down the indentation of his spine.
She felt him shiver with pleasure again. Suddenly without warning, his whole body stiffened with arousal. Sally reached around his waist, until her fingers found the fly of his pants.
She fumbled with it for a few seconds, then finally managed to undo it. As her hands flew over the zipper, opening it as she went, she felt the huge, firm, snake-like prick begin to throb hungrily under her touch.
She stroked its length caressingly, then greedily.
Still, the fabric of his jock strap separated her fingers from his cock.
Eager to make that flesh to flesh contact, Sally, tearing hungrily at the fabric, managed to push it aside enough so that the huge, snaky member jutted out defiantly. Its length was so immense, that the dripping glans touched the flesh above Stan's navel. It bobbed against the stomach skin, dabbing it with the white juice that had oozed out of his glans.
Sally took the prick in her hand. She rubbed it gently, working it over. Her hand pulled at its immense length so that all of his foreskin gathered up at the welt right beneath the glans, then she pulled it down so that the foreskin gathered at the roots of his stalk.
Stan was moaning with arousal by now. Yet, Sally kept up her skillful cock massage until she felt another shiver of arousal race through his body.
Her fingertips then slipped over to the actual immense prick head. She dipped her index finger into the little prick hole at the top of the glans. She scooped up a generous supply of the oozing bubbling white pre-come lubricant that drolled out of it. Then, she smeared the lubricant all over the glans flesh itself, at the same time, giving the glans a slow delectable massage.
She felt the immensity of the snake-like prick shiver with arousal. Aroused herself at the manifestation of her ability to give Stan sexual pleasure, Sally dipped her head down to one of his tight, muscular buttocks, and planted a sharp long love bite on it.
His pants had slid down to the floor and were crumpled around his ankles. Quickly, deftly, he removed his jock strap.
Sally still stood behind him, her hands circling his waist, and her fingers giving a delightful sex play on the flesh of his throbbing glans.
Suddenly, instinctively, she fell to her knees behind him. Her face and her mouth were now directly in front of his tight ass-hole.
She wanted to separate his cheeks with her hands and expose that throbbing back passage to sexual pleasure, but, she didn't want to have to stop giving him the stimulation on his penis, which he was enjoying so much.
But suddenly a rush of lust ran over her. She wanted no part of his body to be alien to her, no inch of it to remain unknown to her eager, hot wet tongue.
She released his penis and brought her hands back to his ass. She carefully clutched the two ass cheeks in her hands. She felt the tight, quivering strength under the smooth skin, and for an instant, her mind cleared enough of its lust fog to recognize the beauty and perfection of that flesh, of those buttocks. Then, her own cunt began to tingle with desire.
Irresistibly, her hands pulled the cheeks apart, separating them. There, before her eyes, his crevice opened, and lay exposed to her.
The tender brownish skin of the crevice quivered with his lust. Again, Sally worked up a wad of saliva and began to lick the length of the crevice separating his ass cheeks. She couldn't believe the pleasure she got out of it, out of the peculiar taste of his flesh. It was a pungent, musky animal male smell, mixed with the smell of sweat and semen.
Sally's nostrils expanded to suck in as much of the sweet sexy smell as possible. She felt an urge of lust well up in her.
Instantly, her mouth fell on top of his tight, puckered little ass-hole. Her tongue, well coated with saliva, began to encircle the ass-hole. She put all of the power of her sexuality behind her tonguing.
"Oh, that's good," Stan whispered, "so good."
"Do you like it, really?" Sally asked shyly.
"Yes," he replied. "I want you to stick your tongue in my ass-hole, and swirl it around in there, slowly, and then faster and faster."
"I want to," she replied. "But I wish there was some way I could stimulate your prick too while I'm doing it."
"You'd have to have two mouths to do that," he laughed.
"Maybe we could work out something on the bed, something where you could stimulate me, and play with a part of me, while I ate out your ass-hole," Sally said.
"I've tried just about every position in the book, and believe me, I don't know of any position where you could eat out my ass-hole while I did anything to you," Stan replied.
"Wait a minute," Sally said excitedly. "I just thought of something."
"What?"
"A way where we could do it, where I could actually eat out your ass-hole, and you could eat my cunt, at the same time," she replied.
"Okay," Stan said. "Hop on the bed and show me."
She looked at him.
"Like this," Sally said. She demonstrated with her hands. "You have to get into a sort of sixty-nine position, except I am on top and you are on the bottom."
"Okay, then what?"
"Then, you have to sort of curl your ass up, you know, curve your spine inwards a little bit. That way, my face is right over your ass-hole, instead of over your prick, and my mouth and tongue can reach it."
"And eat it out," Stan concluded triumphantly. "Sounds perfect.
"It is perfect," Sally said.
"But how do I get to eat your cunt out at the same time?" he asked.
"It's obvious," she said. "I am, or we are both, in a sixty-nine position, and my cunt is hanging right over your face. That way, I just squat down a little lower, and your tongue and your mouth can reach my cunt."
"Terrific," Stan said.
They both hopped on the bed. Stan stretched out flat on his back, and spread his legs. His massive rammer jutted up high and jerked convulsively over his stomach.
"And, guess what," Sally said.
"What?"
"While I am eating out your ass-hole you can fit your dong between my tits, too, and do a little tit humping while I am eating out your ass-hole, and you are eating my cunt out."
"Okay," Stan said enthusiastically, "Let's get down to it."
They both laughed at his pun. Sally positioned herself over his body.
"One thing you have to do that I forgot to tell you," she said.
"What's that?" Stan asked.
"You have to wind your legs up around my neck, or my shoulders, and cross them at the ankles, that way it will be easier for you to keep your ass tilted up high enough for my mouth to reach your ass-hole."
"Got it," Stan replied.
Sally hopped on top of him happily. She could already feel her cunt tingling with pleasure in anticipation of the sexual delights that awaited them, both of them.
Stan followed her suggestions exactly. His outspread legs reached up and wound around her neck, and his ass tilted up so that the ass-hole was easily accessible to Sally's hungry, eager mouth.
Meanwhile, Sally had positioned herself so that her dripping cunt hung right over his face. With the first, light, teasing lick of his tongue over her pussy flesh, she felt a tingle of unspeakable delight.
She dug her face between his legs, and started to suck at the skin around his tight, puckered hole itself. She felt a responding thrill of excitement shivered through his body.
As her wet, hot mouth eagerly licked every inch of the area around his ass-hole, she felt his tongue begin to lick over the dripping folds of her pussy flesh. The thrills of pleasure his tonguing sent shooting through her body made her want to devour him alive, to somehow penetrate him so deeply that she could never extricate herself from him, and she would always be sunken inside him somewhere.
Her tongue formed itself into a hard, pointed instrument, something like a prick. With this well-lubricated pseudo-prick, Sally began to penetrate his ass-hole. She stabbed her tongue in and out eagerly, increasing her pace with every stab.
At the same time, Stan was letting his tongue slide over the whole length of her slit. His thick long tongue began its lick at the very tip of her slit, at the clitoris itself. Then, it went down the length, dipping in between the two inner cunt lips, and stabbing in towards the hot, wet sucking twat itself.
Each time the tongue slid over her clitoris, a low moan of lust erupted in Sally's throat. She was sensitive to this sort of clitoral stimulation, and the touch of his tongue on that most sensitive part of her body made her wild with pleasure, and with the savage sort of sexual greed that can never really be satisfied.
"This isn't enough," she gasped. "I need more."
"What do you mean?" Stan asked, surprised. He let his mouth lower down off of her cunt.
"I can't stand this any more," Sally moaned.
"Why not, isn't it stimulating you?" Stan asked.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's the trouble. It's stimulating me too much. I want you, and I want you very badly right now."
"What should I do?" he asked. "I only want to please you, and give you pleasure and satisfaction."
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me in the cunt."
"Okay, lady," he joked, "rearrange that voluptuous body accordingly."
She turned herself around, so that they were lying head to head.
"On your back," Stan ordered jokingly, "and spread 'em."
Sally willingly complied. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her mouth opened with little whimpers of anticipation. She couldn't wait to feel the thick, incredibly long stalk stab into her brutally, cruelly. She wanted to feel it piercing and penetrating her, stretching the muscles of her cunt ring, until they were almost numb from an excess of sensation.
"Oh stick it in," she moaned. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, as her body began to writhe with lustful anticipation. "Ram it in, baby," she repeated again and again, her words becoming blurred from the force of her passion.
"I will," he said. "I'll do you like you've never been done before, and you'll love it." He positioned his body on top of her, and his glans began to push into the flaps of steaming, cunt-dripping flesh that folded over the entrance of her pussy.
"Oh, that's delicious," she moaned. "Now just get it in, hard and straight. Dive in and hit bottom on the first stroke."
"I will," he promised. "I'll do it so good, you'll never want another man again."
"I don't even want another man now," she swore. "I really didn't want anybody but you from the first second I laid eyes on you. I knew this would happen."
"I did too," he confessed.
"I don't want us to be associated with the Kocks and Kunts any more," Sally whispered.
"Don't worry baby," he said. "We won't get sucked into their sick group sex scene ever again. Not that there will be any more sex clique in the high school, not after this afternoon."
"The Kocks and Kunts are through forever?" she asked.
"Yes, forever," he said. "It had to end sometime. Kids have to realize that love, and sex even, meaningful sex, can't be achieved by simply diving into it, and fucking and sucking everything that comes your way."
"I didn't know that," she said. "I didn't understand it until now, until you showed it to me."
"I hope I've helped some of the other kids realize it too," Stan said.
"Now show me the alternative. Show me how we can fuck together, and how well we can fuck together," Sally gasped.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt his stiff hard shaft break through the dripping wet swollen lips of pussy flesh that surrounded her cunt opening. She felt the rock-hard glans ram through her protective pussy meat and burst into the circumference of her tight, hard-muscled cunt ring.
The cunt ring stretched painfully, but pleasurably too. It gave way, as nature meant it to, to the piercing and undeniable penetration of his dong.
His shaft throbbed with lust. The blood rushed through it, lengthening it and thickening it even more, until the blood-engorged member burst through her cunt ring, and slid easily into the come-soaked passage of her cunt canal.
Sally groaned with ecstasy as she felt the glans ram into the mouth of her womb again. She stiffened, and felt them both being carried away on an immense wave of lust.