Chapter 5
Jean knew how shocked Michael was when she walked right into his office, even more so because of her attitude. It was rare that she would take on such a dominating tone of voice, but since she was sure about what happened between him and Marcy, she knew that she could do it.
The look on his face, the second she confronted him, let her know that it was true, and his futile denials were all in vain.
Finally, she'd just started to open her blouse, and pulled her bra down below her tits, so he could see them.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Morley had asked her, and she smiled.
"Remember what happened with Marilyn? Well, I'm sorry, Mike, but I do like you and you know how much I want you."
"I thought we had an understanding. Marilyn graduated and ... "
"You found another young pussy. Mike, it could ruin you."
And then, she had pulled his head closer to one of her breasts, forcing him to start licking her nipple. At first, he would not lick, until she reminded him of what she could do to him, and how she could ruin him.
Jean knew that she'd never do anything like that, and even seemed to realize that the chances of his hating her more were great, since she was blackmailing him. However, as she felt the pleasure surging through her body, she was forgetting all about what she was doing, and just getting into his tongue flicks.
She started to slide her skirt zipper down, and soon, he was on his knees.
She pressed her pantie covered cunt against his mouth, and could feel the way he was starting to flick his tongue in and out of her.
She began to moan softly, and insisted that he touch her bare flesh.
Mike had to do it, although he was trying to think of ways out of it. He knew also, that she was aware of the fact that he had an erection, because she bent over as far as she could, her pussy still pressed against his face, then started to move her hand down to his crotch.
Jean moaned when she felt his stiff cock bulge there, and she started to pull his zipper down as fast as she possibly could.
"Mike, I've dreamed of this every night this past summer. I was at my sister's and when I heard her and her husband in the other room, I would start to imagine that you were climbing into bed with me. I would imagine that you were eating me and I was playing with your cock bulge. I loved it."
He was thinking of how insane she was, and how he wanted to fire her. But he knew that he could never do that now.
She started to moan as she rubbed the head of his cock, and smeared a few drops of his come all over the slit. Then, she stood up straight and started to slide her hands under his arms. She told him to stand up, and when he did, she smiled.
"Take me the way you took her, Mike," she said to him, licking her lips. "If it turned you on to take that little bitch Marcy, then take me the same way."
Mike started to smile. He was sure that she didn't really know what she was talking about, but he was sure of one other thing.
If it got her mad, it would be her own fault. She wanted it that way.
He pushed Jean Reynolds face forward over his desk, then started to rub his cock against her cunt from behind.
For a few seconds, he was thinking about plunging it into her asshole, hoping that it might rip the woman apart. Only then, did he think, would she stop wanting him. Only then would she stop blackmailing him.
Or maybe not. Maybe it would just make her more furious.
She started to back herself up against his cock, and she could feel the way her juices were oozing around his shaft. He felt so thick and warm, and as he started to thrust in and out of her, he reached for the ruler.
When Mr. Morley pulled back, so just the head of his cock was inside of her pussy, and there was enough room for him to do it, he whacked her hard on the ass.
At first, she didn't know what it was, though she did feel the burning pain running through her body. Then, he whacked her a second and a third time, and she could feel the way his dick was throbbing inside of her.
Mr. Morley loved it. He thrust his way in deep again, then pulled back, and was able to hit her two times before thrusting back in.
He made sure to whack her as hard as he could, and even looked down at her buttocks every so often to see the red marks his ruler left on her. He was hoping that he would make her ass bleed, but he never go that far.
Because seconds after he entered her, because of the way he was getting turned on by the ruler whipping, he started to throb.
She could feel it, and she moaned with frustration. After all, she hadn't even let him eat her enough to make her come too hard.
She had, in fact, been hoping that he would fuck her into a frenzy, and though it had started out that way, the pain that she felt from the ruler hitting her ass just seemed to bring her down too much.
And the fact that he was starting to pulse, signaling that he was close to coming, freaked her out so much.
"No, don't," she started to moan, but it was too late.
Mr. Morley started to come in her pussy hard and fast, and he was secretly smiling to himself. Maybe, he was thinking, this would teach her a lesson.
He came in her as fast as he could, and didn't even let his cock linger in her cunt, for a number of reasons. For one thing, he thought that the heat of her cunt might keep him hard, and he did not want that to happen.
And for another thing, he wanted to still do it to her the way she wanted, the way he had just done it to Marcy.
So, when he pulled out, he pressed his hand flat on her back, so he was holding her pressed down against the top of his desk, and he whacked her ass five more times.
Outside in the hall, Shari was wondering what that sound was. It was making her tingle, though, because it sounded very close to the sound of slapping, and she had gotten into getting eaten and slapped with her sister. It was the way Melanie had first made Shari eat her back, and Shari loved to have her ass whacked when she was in the middle of some good hot sex.
She pressed her ear against the door, and listened carefully.
Jean Reynolds was groaning with pain as she felt the ruler hitting her buttocks, and she finally managed to raise herself up.
First, she turned and looked down at her bruised buttocks, rubbing the red lash marks that had been left. Then, she looked at him.
He was still wearing his suit jacket, and his zipper was open with his limp dick dangling out of his pants. He had his hand behind his back, and then, he pulled it in front of his body so she could see the thick ruler he'd used on her.
"Just what the hell did you do that for?" she said, and for a few seconds, she thought that she had frightened him.
"You said you wanted it done like I did it to Marcy. I did it almost the exact same way, Jean. I whacked her ass when I was finished."
"You bastard. How could you do that to me?"
"I was carrying out your request. You said you wanted it ... "
"I didn't know one thing went with the other," she said. "Now I want it the other way. I want it done nicely. I want you to fuck me slowly so that I can feel the kind of pleasure I felt from you last term."
He started to shrug his shoulders as he turned his back on her. She touched his back for a second, and he turned around.
"I'm sorry, Jean, but I'm just not up to it now. I need to relax. I need to rest. I honestly don't think I can get it hard again. I've come too many times today."
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that," she said, and she turned him around and then got down on her knees in front of him.
She moved her mouth to his limp, dangling cock, and he had such a desire to whack her hard across the face with the ruler. However, the thought of it made his cock fill with a little bit of blood, which was not what he wanted.
And so, he put the ruler down on the desk, and she smiled around his cock. He looked down at her face for a second, and smiled back.
She thought she had been the triumphant one, he could tell. She thought that he put the ruler down because of her.
In many ways, he had. He had put it down because he didn't want to get hard again, because he didn't want to fuck her again. Now. Or ever.
He kept looking at her for that reason. For although Jean Reynolds was an attractive woman, she was not his type at all. She was much too old, and by looking right at her, and even spotting a small wrinkle on her neck, he was getting turned off.
She kept looking up at him, thinking that he was staring at her in a strange way, and she kept working her tongue along the underside of his cock. She could hear him moaning a little bit, as he was just to make her think she was turning him on, but she could not feel his cock getting thicker.
Jean kept working at him. She loved the taste of his cock, even when it was limp, but she did have to admit to herself that the more she sucked him, the more frustrated she was getting, for the sucking was not working.
And finally, she had to pull her mouth away, and she stood up.
"All right," she said to him. "All right. I do believe you. If you did it with her before, and now me, maybe you are tired. After all, you're no spring chicken."
He had to smile. It was the first time that he was happy he was not a youngster anymore, because when he was, he could get it up ten times in a row. Besides, he knew for a fact that Jean was three years older than he was, so by saying that to him, she was indirectly implying that she was an old maid.
Mr. Morely pushed his cock back into his pants, then started to pull his zipper up. He moved behind his desk and sat down, while he watched her pull her bra back up over her tits, and start to button her blouse.
Then, Jean Reynolds reached for her panties and skirt, and slid into them.
"I'll be back tomorrow, Mike," she said to him. "And perhaps the day after that, and the day after that. Until you satisfy me."
"I suppose you're thinking of holding this thing over me for the next three years, until Marcy graduates?" he asked her.
"I haven't decided. Perhaps I will. If it's the only way I can get you."
"Doesn't it bother you that the only way you can get me is to blackmail me?"
"No," she said, and he wanted to whip her with the ruler again.
Once her clothing was adjusted, she started to walk toward the door.
"I'll talk with you later, Mike. Maybe you and I can spend the night together."
"Don't push it, Jean," he said to her.
"Remember who knows what, my dear man. I'll do whatever I please."
And then, she walked out of his office and slammed the door closed behind him.
He couldn't believe her! He hated that bitch more than he'd ever hated anyone else in his life! He hated the fact that she was going to blackmail him like this! He started to wonder what his alternatives were.
He could not fire her, he was thinking, because then she would come right out and tell everyone why. No. That was out.
Perhaps, the only way to go about doing it was to get rid of Marcy. If she could be expelled from the school, for some reason or other, then Jean would have no one to blackmail him with.
That was what had happened with Marilyn, after all. Once she graduated, there was no way Jean could prove anything.
He reached for his bottom desk drawer and started to open it up.
As he was about to take the bottle out of the drawer, he heard someone knocking on his office door. He quickly put the liquor bottle back, closed the drawer, then sat up to try and look attentive.
"Yes, who is it?" he asked.
"It's Shari. Mr. Morley, can I talk to you please?"
"I'm rather busy now, Shari. Can't we talk about it later?"
"I really don't think that it will wait, Mr. Morley," she said.
He was not in the mood to talk to any students now. He was too busy trying to think about what he could do to Jean Reynolds to get her off his back.
"I'm sorry, Shari," he said. "You'll have to come back another time. I insist."
He was surprised when the young girl opened the door to his office anyway, and stepped right in. She slammed the door closed behind herself, and he thought he saw her moving her fingers to the lock.
When he heard the lock clicking shut, he was even more sure.
"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" he asked her.
"I said that I have to talk to you, Mr. Morley," she said to him. "I wasn't kidding around, either. I know what's been going on."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Shari."
"Oh, really? Then I'll spell it out. Number one, you and Marcy made it today. Number two, I know what you and Marilyn were doing. Number three, and I just saw that happening, there's you and Mrs. Reynolds."
He could not believe he was hearing her say these things. He felt like he wanted to die, and he sat there, dumbfounded.
She walked closer to him, then moved her hands through his hair. She could feel how soft his blond hair was, and loved it.
She started to talk soothingly.
"Mr. Morley, don't think I'm going to blackmail you like that bitch Reynolds is doing. I heard it all. I know you don't want her, and I don't blame you. And don't think that Marcy is going to blackmail you. The girl is a fool, and she didn't even want to admit to me what happened. I just forced her."
"Oh?" he asked, and he was starting to feel a little bit better. "And just why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because I happen to like you a great deal, Mr. Morley," she said. "I do want you, and I know you want me."
"How do you know that?"
"Because you seem to like young flesh. It doesn't take much to know that. I also happen to know that I'm very attractive, and I'm not being an egotist. I also happen to like it the way I know you like to give it."
"Just what do you mean by that?" he asked her, and she reached over and picked up the thick ruler, that she not only knew he'd used on Marcy, but also knew that he used on Mrs. Reynolds. And both of them didn't seem to like it too much.
"You seem to know quite a bit, Shari," he said to her.
She took a step back and started to open her blouse as seductively as she could. She let it drop to the floor.
She could see the way he was looking right at her bra-covered tits, and she had to smile. She knew he was already getting turned on, because she could see the way his eyes were bulging out of his head, and how there was a red color flushing into his face.
As seductively as she'd taken off her blouse, she started to open her bra from behind, then slid it down her arms.
"You like my young tits, don't you?" she asked him, as she pressed them together, and ran her fingers over her nipples. "I know that you must like young tits. I have them, and Marilyn had them. And what about young pussies?"
He still said nothing, though she could see some spittle dripping from the side of his mouth, and she took that as a good sign.
He even stood up, and she saw something that pleased her.
He had a thick bulge in the front of his pants, and she laughed.
"God, if Mrs. Reynolds could see you now," she said to him. "If she could only see you now. I heard what was going on. She was sucking you and you couldn't get hard. But you're hard for me. Mr. Morley."
"I know. There's a difference between the two of you."
"You don't have to tell me. I'm young and nubile, and Reynolds is an old maid. Oh, she's really pretty, for someone into older women. But you're not like that."
She slid her shoes off, then moved her hand to her zipper. She couldn't wait to take her hideous skirt off. In fact, she had always hated the Morley dress code, but she knew that she had to dress accordingly.
As she slid her skirt down to her feet, then stepped out of it, she kicked it away, and stood before him in her pink panties.
"Come on and take me," she said to him, smiling. "I want you so much. And I want to feel your cock working my cunt over, as your ruler works my ass over. Oh, I see that's even making you pulse with pleasure. The thought of it is making you pulse, Mr. Morley, and that's turning me on."
She moved her hand to his crotch, then started to rub the hard cock bulge.
Seconds later she was pulling his zipper down and opening his pants.
Once she pushed them down, she could see his hard dick, and his low hanging balls.
"Oh, Mr. Morley, you look good enough to eat. If I do eat you once, will you still be able to fuck my hot little pussy?"
"What do you think?" he asked her, smiling, as he reached for the ruler.
"Well, I just hope I turn you on enough so you will."
And she got down on her knees and started to lick his cock. She could taste the sweet musky flavor of his dick, and she inhaled deeply, too. The smell of his cock was turning her on so much, that within seconds after she first started to eat him, she could feel the juices dripping down from her pussy.
She pressed her fingers against her cunt, pushing the panties inside of her, but soon, her panties were so soaked in the front that she had to pull them off. As she did, she could hear him moaning.
He was obviously looking at her, and Shari loved it. She could feel her body getting hotter because his eyes seemed to be burning through her.
"You look so lovely," he said to her, and he thrust his dick deeper into her mouth, and was amazed at the way she managed to handle him. She was working her throat open and closed around his cock head.
And though he was pretty sure that he would be able to come in her mouth, and then in her cunt, he just did not want to risk it.
Her pussy looked so fantastic, and since she had invited him to do it the way he wanted to do it, he thought it would be better not to come in her mouth. That way, he knew, he'd have a big hard-on for fucking her cunt.
Slowly, she stood up, and without his actually saying it, she sensed what he was thinking, and had to smile. She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard, pressing her eager tongue into his mouth.
Then, she took a few steps back, looked on his desk, and saw that there was really nothing to get in her way.
She lay back and spread her legs, lifting them as high as she possibly could.
Mr. Morley moved closer to her and started to rub the thick head of his cock against her pussy. He slid his way in deep and hard, and she let out a loud moan as she felt his cock filling her.
It was such a sensational feeling, and when he pulled back and she felt the hard ruler whacking against her buttocks, she had to moan.
He whacked her about five times, and she could feel the way her pussy kept spasming around his cock, over and over again.
"Oh yeah, keep it up," she moaned. "Keep it up."
He started to fuck her fast and hard, and when she felt him pulsing inside of her, she begged him not to come yet. After all, she had heard what was going on with him and Mrs. Reynolds, and she didn't want her pussy to be left in a frustrated state, the way that bitchy Math teachers had been left.
"Don't come inside of me too soon," she started to beg him. "Please. I want to feel that cock of yours working me over for hours."
And he did slow down, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Shit, Shari, you feel so fucking good," he moaned. "I could stay inside of your cunt for the longest time. But promise me something."
"Anything," she moaned. "Anything."
"Don't be a cunt like Marilyn was. You know you can take advantage of me now. You know you can, but please don't. I promise you that I'll turn you on like this whenever you want to be turned on, but don't be a cunt like she was."
Of course, Shari had been thinking about how she could take advantage of him, but she could see an earnest look in his eyes, and she felt sorry for him.
When he started to thrust in and out of her a little bit harder, then slowed down and gave her hot ass a couple of more good whacks, she started to think of something. This had to be some of the hottest sex she'd ever had in her life, and maybe it would be better to just let him keep making her.
She certainly didn't mind her classes all that much, and maybe he would let her cut a few of them, every once in a while, if they turned out to be so intolerable.
"All right," she said. "I won't be such a cunt, but I will be a little bit of a cunt, sometimes. If that's okay."
"Sure," he moaned, and then she could feel his cock starting to throb inside of her cunt even harder. When he exploded, and her pussy began to spasm hard, it was so fucking sensational. But it was even better when she felt the ruler whacking her ass a few more times. It made her orgasm more intense.