Chapter 7
It was to be Marcy, in the end, who would help come up with the idea, but that would not happen until months later.
Since the incident between Marcy and Shari, the two roommates had not been talking to each other, and there was a great deal of tension between the two of them.
She was starting to hate her school so much, and the thing going on between herself and Shari was one of the main reasons.
There were, of course, many others. She disliked Mrs. Reynolds, still, and she still had to put up with her.
There was one other thing bothering her. She learned about it three nights after she and Mr. Morley had been together, and he had whipped her ass with the ruler.
She fell asleep and was dreaming about him.
She dreamed of him making love to her again, in much the same way that she had dreamed about it before she had actually had him. She could see him moving his cock into her pussy, and thrusting rather gently.
And in her dream, she could feel him whacking her ass with the ruler.
He was whacking it as hard as possible, and she was still getting off on it. She woke up and felt the way her cunt was so wet, and she looked over at Shari's bed and saw that her roommate was sleeping peacefully.
Marcy closed her eyes and started to dream about him making love to her, but that time, she played with herself. And when she dreamed about him. hitting her with the ruler, the way he had that other time, she came harder.
She tried to think about why it was turning her on now, when it had never turned her on before, and she thought about it this way.
The first time Mr. Morley had whacked her with the ruler, it had felt rather nice because he hadn't done it so hard. When she pressed her cunt against the side of his desk, she could feel this pleasure running through her body, and all of her skin was starting to feel so sensitive.
Therefore, when he hit her again, her skin tingled as he whacked her.
But the time when he had fucked her had been different. He had hit her so hard that the pain was much more intense than the pleasure, and he had continued to whip her with the ruler, just as hard, so that the pleasure never had a chance to catch up or overcome the pain. It was almost as if he wanted to hurt her and teach her a lesson.
She also thought about the time when Shari had taken her, which was one of the reasons why she didn't want to talk to her roommate.
Shari had slapped her ass a few times, and the girl had done it light enough so that the pleasure was more intense than the pain.
So, during the next few weeks, Marcy had a lot of time to think about it.
She realized that there was a moment when pain and pleasure were one. Sometimes people would talk about having to take the pleasure before the pain, and there seemed to be some truth to that.
And she didn't mind pain, as long as it was kept to a limit. As long as the pleasure was more intense than the pain, she thought that she could easily deal with it. But, she did not think that she would have the chance.
Because when she started to realize this, and knew that she had a great desire for Mr. Morley, she thought of ways to get sent to his office.
Since she and Mrs. Reynolds had already had their run-in, fucking up in her class seemed to be the best possible way.
She started to send notes in the woman's class, and although Mrs. Reynolds caught her, the woman didn't send her to see the head of the school. Instead, she just seemed to threaten Marcy, telling her she would be expelled.
Marcy continued to do things to disturb the woman, but sensed that Mrs. Reynolds was afraid to send her to see Mr. Morley.
She could not understand why, and decided to start sending notes in her English class. Mr. Ryan did end up sending her to see the head of the school.
"Why did you send that note?" Mr. Morley asked her.
"Because I think that Mr. Ryan is a real bore, Mr. Morley."
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" he asked her.
And she shook her head yes, because she was too scared to admit to him that she wanted him again. She thought that he would get so mad at her if she came out and said something like that, although it was the truth.
Finally, he said something to her that scared her, because by this time, she was dreaming about him every night, and dreaming about him whipping her ass, though not as hard as he had done it the first time.
"If you're ever sent to my office again, Marcy, I'm really afraid that I'm going to have to have you expelled. The last time you were here you did something horrible, which is why I can't whip you this time."
And she was scared of being expelled, cause she knew that her parents would be furious with her if she was.
So she had to be on her best behavior, although each night, when she would go to sleep and dream about him, it only led to more and more frustration, because she wanted him so much. One night, in fact, she must have even said his name, because she was dreaming of his cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy, while he was whacking her ass with the whip, and then she felt something.
"Marcy, wake up," she could hear Shari saying. "Wake up."
"What is it?" Marcy moaned. "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again."
"You were talking in your sleep. It was the only way I could wake you up. Now just shut the hell up so I can go to sleep."
And she was nervous, because she knew she'd been dreaming about him, so she asked Shari what she had been saying.
"You kept calling Mr. Morley's name. I don't know why, but I don't even care. I just wish that you would keep quiet."
So she tried to keep herself from dreaming about him, in the hopes that she would not start to call out his name at night. However, it was hard not to dream about him, because she would see him every single day, since the school was small, and each time that she saw him, she wanted him even more.
Some mornings, after she would sleep and dream about him, and she'd be thinking about his hard cock moving in and out of her pussy, she would wake up with her own fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and she would sometimes have to change her sheets almost every day, because of the come stains.
Then, one afternoon, months later, Marcy decided to write a letter home to her younger brother, just to tell him how unhappy she was.
She started to look for her stationary, but couldn't find it. Then, she remembered that she had run out after the last letter. Since Shari was not in their room, she thought that she might as well see if he girl had some.
Marcy found two things that really bothered her.
The first was a whole bunch of tests. She recognized many of them, because they were tests that she'd already taken, tests that she had, in fact, busted her ass studying for, and had gotten good grades on.
She remembered thinking that Shari had not studied too much herself, and that she had managed to get some really good grades, too. Marcy had not thought too much about this, although it bothered her that Shari was doing better than she was in class, without actually having to study as much.
At the beginning of the term, it hadn't been working like that.
She also found some other tests that she did not recognize, although she could see that one of the science tests had some questions about things that they were just starting to learn in class that week.
The second thing that Marcy found was Shari's unlocked diary.
All she had to do was read some of the early entries to realize that she was a dupe. Of course, she could remember that day when Shari had said to her, "Don't you know what you can do?" and she had never found out.
Now she did, although she ended up reading other things. Shari had written about how much she loved making it with the head of the school, and how she wasn't going to take advantage the way Marilyn had.
She had also written about Mrs. Reynolds, and how the woman was taking advantage.
That night, Marcy had a plan. She waited until her roommate was sleeping, then snuck out of her bed.
She took her thick leather belt and started to pull Shari's hands up over her head. Marcy pulled the leather belt as tight as she could, and by the time the blonde girl realized that something was happening to her, it was too late.
Marcy was already fastening the rest of the leather belt to the bedposts, and she was going to give her roommate a taste of her own medicine.
She pulled her nightie up and pressed her wet pussy against Shari's face.
"Now eat me, you bitch," she said to Shari, and she started to press her cunt right down against the girl.
Shari pulled at her hands as hard as she could, feeling somewhat desperate. She could feel how tight the leather had been pulled, and she realized something else. If she didn't start to suck Marcy's cunt soon, she would suffocate.
As she started to lick, Marcy pulled herself back just a bit, so that Shari's warm tongue could work over her clit, and the girl could still suck in some air. After a few seconds, Marcy felt her juices beginning to flow, and she loved the way she felt Shari lapping and lapping at them.
"Now," she was saying to her roommate, "I know what you and Mr. Morley have been doing. You've taken my place. I should have been the one in there, you bitch."
Shari had a look of shock on her face, and Marcy slid the girl's nightie up and moved her fingers to her pussy. She started to slide them in and out, and she could feel the way her friend was getting wetter.
She wiggled Shari's clit back and forth, and after she was satisfied with her own orgasm, slid down away from Shari's face.
She kept her pussy close, and kept her fingers working inside of Shari's cunt, because there were things that she wanted to know.
"Now why did he hurt me so much the first time?" she asked Shari. "It didn't say in your diary, and I want to know."
"You read my diary," Shari said, and she seemed angry.
Marcy didn't give a shit. She slapped the girl across the face, and told her about finding the tests, too. Now, of course, Marcy understood how Shari had gotten the tests, since she and Mr. Morley were real close. But she still wanted to know why he had hurt her so much, and why he had left her so confused.
Shari said that she really didn't know, although she suspected.
"It had to do with him and Marilyn, I think. He knew that Mrs. Reynolds was blackmailing him because she knew about Marilyn, and didn't want it to happen again. However, when it came to you, he couldn't control himself, and after he was finished and realized it, he wanted you to take all the blame. He thought you might realize that you could blackmail him."
And Marcy started to smile. She moved her cunt back to Shari's face, and could feel the girl's warm tongue working her clit over again. Shari was really getting off on what Marcy was doing to her, though she was scared for Mr. Morley. She thought that Marcy might start to blackmail him, too.
Marcy kept thrusting her hot dripping pussy back and forth against the bound girl's face, until she had come a few times.
Then, she pulled herself off of Shari and untied the leather strap from the bedpost, though she made no move to untie Shari's hands.
She pushed the girl's nightie down, then started to lead her out into the hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Shari asked her roommate.
"We're going to see Mr. Morley. He has some explaining to do to me."
They knew where he slept, because all the teachers slept in the same building.
Marcy was glad that the man had his door unlocked, and she and Shari walked right in, then slammed it closed.
He sat up in his bed, and seemed surprised to see the two girls there.
"I thought I told you that if you caused anymore trouble, I would have you expelled, Marcy," he said, when he saw that she was leading Shari, and Shari's hands were bound in front of her body, with a leather belt.
"You told me a lot of crap, Mr. Morley. You also really turned my head around when you made me think that I was the one who was responsible for your taking me. But now I know better. Now I know you just couldn't control yourself."
She could see that he was not trying to deny it, and was happy about it.
"And what do you want now?"
"You know what I want. You knew that I wanted it when I came to see you the last time, a few weeks back. When you threatened to expel me, only because you wanted to get rid of me. I want you, Mr. Morley. I want you to fuck me again, and even whack my ass. It felt great, but not when you did it so hard."
He looked at Shari, as if he thought she might have been the one responsible for filling Marcy in, but Shari shook her head.
Meanwhile, Marcy was stripping off her nightie, so that she was standing naked before him. She moved toward his bed and pulled the covers down, so that she could see his fully naked body.
"What do you have to whip my ass with?" she asked him, and he shook his head, then just held up his hand.
"Everything else is in my office," he said to her, and she smiled.
"Your hand will do nicely. I want you to turn me on, Mr. Morley. Did you know, that the last time you took me, you were the first?"
He didn't answer, for she was lying back and spreading her legs.
He could see her ripe pussy, and since the three of them were, alone, and no one would know what was happening, he was more than willing to go down on her. He moved his warm lips to her cunt and started to lick her gently.
As he did, she could feel the pleasure beginning to flow through her body. She moaned when he spread her cunt lips with his tongue, then started to suck on her clit as gently as he possibly could.
The more turned on she got, the more she was raising her ass up in the air.
WHACK! WHACK! When Marcy felt it on her buttocks, she couldn't believe how good it felt. He had hit her rather hard, but his hands couldn't hurt her as much as the ruler had. As a matter of fact, they felt sensational.
She knew it was because his tongue was keeping her turned on, and he kept sucking on her clit and blowing hot air into her pussy, while he was slapping her ass.
As Marcy started to come harder, she could feel him sucking the come out of her, and his suction was making her orgasm more intense.
She slid her fingers to her own nipples and began to pluck on them. Then, she moved one hand down to his cock, and rubbed it gently.
"God, this cock felt so good the last time, until you started to try to hurt me. You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Morley."
"I had to," he moaned. "I just had to hurt you that time. I knew you would want me more and more if I didn't."
"You're right now. I will want you more. So you did succeed, but only for a few months. Now that I know how you really are, I will want you more."
He let out a groan, but she did not ask him why. At that point, she did not care.
She just reached for his head and pulled his mouth down to her cunt again, so that he would keep licking her.
Marcy thrust herself up and down against him, and each time that she raised her ass up off his bed, he whacked her hard with his hand. But by that time, her flesh was tingling so much, that her ass just seemed to explode with pleasure each time his hand made firm contact with her ass cheek.
"Oh yeah. Keep sucking that clit, Mr. Morley. Make me come a thousand times before you fuck me with that dick of death. That's the way I love it."
And she could feel the way he kept sucking her clit so hard. He kept it between his lips and worked his tongue back and forth over it in quick, flicking motions. Then he started to wiggle it back and forth.
When she felt like she was going to pass out from all her flowing pleasure, she started to moan for him to fuck her.
"And don't do it to hurt me that much," she said. "You can hurt me. A little."
She laughed as he started to slide up her body, and she could feel his strong, hairy chest pressing down against her tits.
Her nipples were throbbing over and over again, and as he started to slide his dick into her pussy, both hands made contact with her buttocks.
WHACK! WHACK!
She felt one hand slap against one cheek, and then the other hand was slapping against the other cheek, and she could feel his cock pulsing. Luckily, he slowed down, and she knew he wouldn't be coming too soon.
He started to thrust faster after his cock pulsation's stopped, and a few seconds later Marcy could feel something.
She felt a weight on the bed, and she turned to her left and right, and could see Shari's feet on either side of her head. Shari had just then climbed up on the bed, and when Marcy looked up, she could see her roommate's blonde pussy pressed against Mr. Morley's eagerly sucking mouth.
She loved the way it looked, and loved the fact that the teacher did not forget what he was doing to her. He kept thrusting, and kept whacking her ass nice and hard, just the way she wanted him to do it.
She was dreaming of him doing it with the ruler, but she knew that there would be other times, and when she closed her eyes and felt the slapping, it was easy enough to imagine that he was using a ruler on her.
"Oh yeah, keep fucking me. Fuck me to death," she was moaning.
"Not too loud, Marcy," she heard Shari whispering. "Some of the other teachers might hear you. The walls aren't that thick."
And Marcy knew that Shari was right, but she really couldn't help herself, because it was the first time she had really been so turned on by a fuck. Of course, it was only the second time she had been fucked, but Mr. Morley's abuse the first time had made her hate the entire experience.
This time, it was sensational, with her whole body tingling like crazy.
When she felt him starting to throb in her pussy for the third time, she could tell that he was going to go all the way, because he made no attempt to slow down.
Just as he was coming, his hands landed on each buttock, so hard that Marcy was exploding around him. She could feel her cream dripping down all over his cock shaft at the same time that his dick was shooting hot loads of come into her.
He moaned so loud, and she loved the way his moans were muffled in Shari's hot dripping pussy. She also loved the way Mr. Morley managed to keep himself inside of her cunt for the longest time after coming.
What happened next was also sensational, Marcy thought.
As he pulled out of her cunt, Shari climbed off the bed, and within seconds, she had her mouth between Marcy's legs. She was licking the cream right out of Marcy's hot pussy, and Marcy could hear her moaning something.
"See. It tastes the same as it did the last time. The last time when I knew he had come in you. I told you, Marcy. I can tell."
Mr. Morley was moving his cock to Marcy's mouth, and she started to suck him between her lips. She could hear him moaning, and she could taste a wonderful flavor on his shaft, which turned her on and made her come harder. Shari sucked all of the come out of her pussy, working her over for the longest time.
And Marcy was hoping that Mr. Morley would get hard in her mouth again, and maybe he would have, had he not fucked Mrs. Reynolds so much that afternoon.
He pulled his limp, spent dick out of Marcy's mouth, and moved his mouth down there so he could kiss her instead.
And then, by the time Shari was finished sucked out the come, Marcy thought that she was going to pass out from the pleasure.
She sat up, then reached for Shari's still bound hands. She pulled the leather belt off, and smiled at both Mr. Morley and her roommate.
"This was fantastic," she said. "I can understand why Shari's been so happy for the last few weeks now. I really can. She's been having you."
Mr. Morley smiled, then started to blush a little bit.
"And it's going to be good, because now the three of us can get together."
"Oh God, no," Shari groaned, and Marcy slapped her.
"You selfish bitch. I always thought that you were, and this proves it."
"Maybe I am," Shari insisted, "but with good reason. You see, Mrs. Reynolds knows about that time with you and Mr. Morley. She knows that you're under legal age, and she's holding it over him. She's blackmailing him so he makes it with her."
"That's right," Mr. Morley said. "She can get me whenever she wants me, even though I never want her at all. I'd love to make it with you two girls all the time. I even thought that maybe, if you would deny her accusations, it might work."
"That could be true," Marcy said, smiling slyly. "But, if Mrs. Reynolds were to make it with some young boy who was underage, and we were to get some pictures, it would be so much easier. Don't you both think so?"