Chapter 4
"Did you hear the news?" April Winslow ran up to her twin sister May. "Leo Summers has disappeared, hasn't been in school all week, his parents don't know where he is!" May Winslow scratched her head. "Do you think Lenora had something to do with it?"
"What do you think?" April said, giving her sister a condescending look
"I don't know. What else could have happened? But what could she have done to him."
"Maybe she killed him and dumped his body in a river or something!! " April said excitedly.
"Sure, right." May picked up her backpack full of books. "Well, do you still want to head over there?"
"I wouldn't miss seeing Lenora for the world!"
April closed her locker and zipped up her jacket. They stopped in the girl's lav to check themselves out before leaving the school They'd been seeing Lenora afternoons for over a week now, and they both loved it. Lenora was new and exciting, she was constantly introducing them to new things they'd never seen before.
The twins made their way out to their motorcycles in the parking lot. Lenora had been staying at the motel off the expressway. She still hadn't talked or approached Marsha Roberts, the gym teacher, and had sworn the twins not to tell Marsha that she was in town.
Marsha saw the twins climbing on their bikes from her office window. They hadn't been to see her all week, and previously they had never spent more than two days apart. She decided to go out to the parking lot and have a talk with April and May, find out just what was going on.
"Hey guys," Marsha said as she walked across the gravel lot. "You two haven't been in practice all week. Is something wrong."
April stared down at her helmet, unwilling to speak.
"Oh yeah," May said, eyeing Marsha coldly, "We've been meaning to tell you. We're quitting the field hockey team."
"But why?" Marsha pleaded. "You two are the stars of the team. All-county. Is anything the matter?"
"Naw," May shrugged. "We've just found something better to do with our time than to hang around with you."
"April?" Marsha whispered. "You too?"
April nodded, her gaze still fixed on the motorcycle helmet, "unh-huh," she said.
"No explanations?" Marsha said.
"What do you want from us?" May shouted. "Why don't you just go away and leave us alone. We don't owe you anything, so bug off!"
Marsha covered her mouth, trying to hold back her tears. "Not even an explanation?"
The girls answered their gym coach with silence. They strapped on their helmets and rode off, never looking back. Marsha turned and went back to her office. She strode into the gym, the other girls on the field hockey team were waiting for practice to begin.
"I'm sorry," Marsha blurted out, "Practice for today has been cancelled. I'm sorry."
The girls let out a whoop of joy at the news of being spared their normal afternoon workout. Marsha, shoulders slumped, trod back to her office.
As soon as she sat down in her office chair, she could no longer hold back all the feelings that were seething inside her. She buried her head in her arms, resting them on the desk, and sobbed. And sobbed. There was no holding back the tears once she let go. The papers on her desk were soon soaked by her tears.
She could hear the giggling and joke-telling going on in the locker room, and that seemed to only compound her misery. Marsha felt so alone. April and May had become such a big part of her life. She had come to expect to spend afternoons after practice with them. They had always seemed so eager, so loving. And then just to have it suddenly stop. It was all too much. If only she knew why. On top of everything else, she was their teacher, and she worried about them, that they might be heading down the path to deep trouble. Marsha tried to wipe her eyes clean of the wet tears.
Her crying was interrupted by a knock at the door. She quickly darted over to the mirror and tried to fix her face the best she could. Her eyes were so red! The knock was repeated, and Marsha pulled the door open.
"Yes, can I help you?"
A beautiful, auburn-haired woman strode into the office. Marsha felt her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She'd seen this woman once or twice before, downtown, in the shopping district, but she couldn't quite place her.
The woman wheeled about effortlessly on her four-inched spiked heels, and extended her hand to Marsha. "Hello," she smiled brightly. "I'm Kathy O'Brien, Jennifer O'Brien's mother."
Marsha looked the curvaceous beauty up and down. To Marsha, she seemed like a gift from the Gods. Her beautiful, striking face was highlighted by her full red mouth. Her ample breasts were spilling out of her tight low-cut blouse. She had perhaps the most perfect ass Marsha had ever seen.
"Hello," Marsha took her hand and shook it, her fingers lingering on the woman's palm, giving them a gentle stroke. "I'm Marsha Roberts. Won't you please sit down?"
Kathy glided across the office floor and gracefully placed those delicious buns in the chair opposite Marsha's desk. She opened a cigarette case and pulled one out "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"No, of course not. What can I do for you, Mrs. O'Brien?"
"Call me Kathy, please." she said as she lit her cigarette. "It's about Jennifer."
Marsha tapped her fingers on the desk nervously. Had Jennifer said something to her mother? Was her mother going to bust her for fooling around with the students?
"Jennifer's a lovely girl," Marsha smiled sweetly. "She's really coming along this year, really opening up."
Kathy noticed for the first time the redness around Marsha's eyes. "Oh," she said, stamping out her cigarette. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I've come at a bad time for you. I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, really. Please stay." Marsha wiped her eyes once more. "It's been a rough day, and you're the best thing in it so far."
"Thank you," Kathy shifted in her seat.
"So tell me, why have you come here."
Kathy looked at the strong woman sitting behind the desk. Marsha, even though her face was puffy and red, looked beautiful to her. Kathy liked strong women, and Marsha fit the bill. She had strong, muscular shoulders, but not too wide or big. She still was very womanly. Kathy thought that maybe her visit would result in more than she had anticipated.
"Jennifer told me what you've done," she finally blurted out after she realized she'd been staring at Marsha's firm tits.
Marsha froze. This woman obviously knew what was going on. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to make of her. What did she want?
Kathy continued. "Jennifer's been like a different person since last week. She's no longer spending all her time alone with me at my boutique. I think it's wonderful. She's really starting to grow up!"
Marsha raised her eyebrows. Perhaps Jennifer didn't tell her mother everything. "But Kathy looks like such a hot number," Marsha thought. "She must know what's going on. How could she be so blind. Or maybe she does know."
Marsha was starting to sweat a little. She didn't really feel scared any longer. Just nervous. And excited. She noticed a tingling sensation emanating from her loins.
"I don't mean to be rude, Kathy, but what is it you want from me?" Marsha finally managed to say.
"I think you know." Kathy smiled, licking her lips. "I'm a business woman, I don't-have much time to spend with my daughter. She's been a somewhat neglected child, I must admit." Kathy paused to light another cigarette.
Marsha still didn't know what the comely red-head had in mind, but her panties were becoming wetter and wetter nonetheless.
Kathy continued, "Jennifer needs special care at this time in her life, someone to show her the ropes, so to speak. I want that person to be you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Marsha swallowed, still not quite sure she was catching Kathy's drift "I'm not quite sure," she managed to spit out
"Jennifer told me how you've helped other girls discover themselves. I want you to help Jennifer along the same lines. She needs to be awakened sexually. You get me now, don't you."
Marsha's mouth dropped open for an instant, but she quickly regained her composure. "Yes. I do believe that I understand."
The two women seemed to relax more.
"I had to meet you in person," Kathy continued. "I had to know if you were everything my daughter said you were. And now that I've met you, I can see that she didn't exaggerate one bit." Kathy smiled at the gym teacher.
"I'm flattered. Thank you." Marsha hadn't felt so good in weeks. "I always try to look out for my kids, do what's right for them. And I think Jennifer's a lovely girl."
"Well, she's even lovelier right now." Kathy grinned. "We spent all day today shopping for clothes and getting her a more mature look. She's even got contact lenses. She's right outside, waiting. Would you like to meet the new Jennifer?"
Marsha's mouth watered. "Yes," she gasped, "I would."
Kathy swung the door open and popped her head out. "Jennifer?" she called out. "I'd like you to come join us now."
Through the door strolled Jennifer. Marsha felt her eyes pop out of her head. This couldn't be the same mousy girl that had been in her gym class for the last three years. Marsha had seen potential inside Jennifer, but she had never in her wildest dreams imagined that such a total transformation was possible. She was in awe of the exquisite creature that stood before her.
"Hello," Jennifer smiled. She reached her hand out. Marsha sensed new confidence in the girl, oozing from her every pore. No longer did she stare at her shoes and shift her weight from foot to foot. There was a gleam in her eye, a hunger.
"I can't believe it," Marsha said. "You're ravishing! I'm most impressed!"
"Thank you," Jennifer smiled.
Marsha took her by the hands. "Let me look at you!" she said, her eyes running up and down the pale beauty.
Jennifer had a classic face, with make-up, it looked perfect. Her eyes were no longer masked by the thick glasses, Marsha could now look into her cool, responsive, green eyes. Her lips were much fuller and luscious with the pale lipstick she now wore. Marsha felt they were perhaps the most kissable lips she had ever seen.
Jennifer wore a tight white blouse, which was sleeveless. She had never before had the courage to expose even her elbows before this day. Peeking through the sheer material Marsha could clearly make out the curved outlines of her firm, young breasts. The nipples stood at attention, making a dark circle beneath the white material.
She wore a mini-skirt. Her legs that had seemed so skinny and awkward looked elegant and graceful in her black, lace stockings. The mini-skirt showed off Jennifer's full, rounded hips to their best advantage. And completing her outfit were black, open-toed heels, which Jennifer moved in marvelously. They gave her leg a new, breath-taking arch. Marsha wanted those legs to be wrapped around her neck.
Kathy O'Brien beamed as she watched the gym teacher admire her daughter. She had always hoped that Jennifer would one day break out of her shell, and when her daughter had come to her the night before, asking her help, she knew that it was finally going to happen.
"Do you think the kids in school will like me better now?" Jennifer asked.
"They've always liked you, Jennifer," Marsha said. "You yourself just have to realize that."
"You mean things are going to be the same?" Jennifer began to pout.
"No dear," Marsha smiled. "With your change in appearance, you're sending a signal to all your classmates that there's something different, something new about you. Everybody is going to be curious, approaching you to find out what it is, what you have to say."
"That sounds wonderful," Jennifer grinned. "I couldn't go on the way I was."
"I've got to be going now," Kathy O'Brien said, looking at her watch. "I've got an appointment in fifteen minutes."
"But we just got here!" Jennifer cried. "I don't want to go right now. I want to stay with Marsha, and with you!"
"Now honey," Kathy hugged her daughter, "You can stay with Marsha as long as you like. Just call me when you want to come home, and I'll pick you up."
"But Mom, don't go." The child held onto her Mother's waist.
Marsha had been standing back, watching the beautiful mother and daughter, wondering which one she wanted more. She knew that she would have to have them both. She reached out and put her hand on Kathy's shoulder, massaging her collarbone.
"Isn't there some way you could stay, Kathy? It's obvious that Jennifer would rather have you here, and so would I."
Kathy felt the strong, firm hand and reached up to touch Marsha's fingers. "Well, I suppose I could call and postpone my appointment."
Jennifer watched as her mother spun slowly around to face the woman behind her. Kathy put her arms around Marsha and pulled her close, covering the coach's mouth with her own. rfer tongue slid deep into Marsha's mouth. The gym teacher responded with equal fervor, grabbing the widowed mother's firm buns and working them up and down.
Kathy reached for the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, this is Mrs. O'Brien. Could you please inform Mr. Dunleavy that I will not be able to make my appointment with him this afternoon. Please reschedule him for sometime tomorrow. Thank you." She placed the phone down. "That's that," she said as she pulled Marsha to her once more.
The two women kissed and stroked each other. Jennifer felt herself becoming the watcher once again. She backed into a corner, tears began to spill from her eyes.
Kathy and Marsha were too absorbed in each other to take notice of the girl. Kathy lifted the gym teacher's t-shirt and massaged her tits, sucking on the tender nipples. Marsha arched her back and ran her fingers through her own hair, grinding her hips with lust.
Jennifer turned away from the two women and tried to find something in the office to fix her attention on. She tried to block out the moans and grunts of passion. She edged over to the corner and stood there, facing the cinderblock walls. She placed her hand on the cool, gray stone. She wanted to feel warm flesh, but she felt that perhaps it would always be this way. Now that she had found the courage to participate in sex, she was no longer wanted.
Then she felt a hand slide around her stomach. It slid down, rubbing her thighs, working it's under way her mini-skirt. She tried to turn around to see, but another hand covered her eyes.
"Crying, baby?" she heard the reassuring sound of her mother's voice. "Did you think we'd leave you out?"
Jennifer felt a warm glow fill her from head to toe. She pressed herself against her mother, rubbing her velvet ass against Kathy's thigh.
Jennifer turned to her mother, reached out to stroke her hair. "I've always loved your body, Mom. It's so beautiful. I've always been a little jealous of you, I guess."
Her mother's lips kissed her eyes. Kathy licked her daughter's closed eyes, her tongue running from eyelid to eyelash. Then she blew on the young girl's eyes. The cool shiver Jennifer felt made her smile. She giggled. Her mother continued kissing her daughter, lapping up the salty tears, finally landing her lips on Jennifer's mouth.
Jennifer had never kissed someone before in her entire young life. Not a real kiss. A lover's kiss. And now her mother was kissing her that way. Things had been changing so quickly for her in the last week. She knew that there was no turning back from this point, but she had no intention to stop.
Kathy's hungry lips covered her daughter's mouth. She tasted the sweet taste of her daughter's inexperienced tongue. She loved Jennifer, she wanted the best for her, and right now, she was going to give it to her.
Marsha put a hand on both the mother and the daughter. "There've been too many tears in this office today, what do you say we strip down and have some fun in the showers?"
Instantly, Kathy and Jennifer were naked. Marsha paused to study the similarity in the naked mother and daughter's bodies. They were more alike then the Winslow twins. And more loving.
She led the two down the corridor to the showers. The locker rooms were empty, she had made sure of that fact this time. Marsha even locked the door. "Now we can relax a little," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't know," Jennifer smiled. "It would do a lot of girls good to have the same experience that I had."
Marsha spanked the giggling girl once on her tender ass. She enjoyed the feeling so much that she ran after the trotting girl to feel those tender buns once more. She playfully squeezed them, slipping a finger between the cheeks.
Jennifer squealed in surprise. She sprinted ahead of the two women and ran into the shower room. She proceeded to turn on all six showers. By the time Marsha and Kathy arrived, arm in arm, Jennifer was all lathered up.
"This looks like fun," Kathy beamed. "I like it wet."
She ran under the showers, spreading her arms and letting the water fall upon her heaving, tingling tits. Marsha grabbed a bar of soap and ran it across the red-head's slinky body. She was soon pressed up against the young mother's full bosom. The two women's tits pressed against each other, sliding back and forth, lubricated by the slippery soap.
Jennifer came up behind Marsha and grabbed her buttocks. She reached a hand down and slid it under, feeling the gym teacher's luscious cunt. It felt so good to touch another woman's pussy, to feel her finger sliding in and out between another woman's tender lips. She thought back to when she had watched Marsha fooling around with the Winslow twins, and tried to think of some of the things they had done with each other. She slid her hand up higher, trying to touch Marsha's clit.
"Take it easy, tiger," Marsha said to Jennifer, pushing her hand away. "A cunt isn't the only source of pleasure on a woman's body."
"But it's the best!" Kathy giggled. "Come here, honey, why don't you diddle with mine."
Jennifer approached her mother's furry red bush. Her mother's attitude toward her had changed so much. She now seemed free to laugh and joke with Jennifer. "Maybe," Jennifer thought, "It's because she knows that I like women too. She never used to mention sex at all. Maybe she thought I wouldn't understand."
Jennifer's finger landed instantly on her mother's pleasure spot. She would show her mother she understood, alright! Kathy O'Brien pursed her lips and moaned. "Yes, baby, yes," she said. "Make me feel good all over."
Jennifer ran her fingers up and down her mother's thighs. They were so pale and soft, just like hers. She lay her head on her mother's stomach, pressing, nuzzling close, all the while diddling her mother's clit with her free hand.
Marsha looked at the mother and daughter embrace and sink to the floor. She watched the water bounce off their gleaming, luscious bodies, and decided it was time to add to their fun. She darted back to her office and pulled a long thick object from the bottom drawer of her desk.
It was a pulsating showerhead, the kind you could move around freely, at the end of a long hose. Marsha ran back to the shower room and hooked it up to the nearest shower.
In an instant, the water was spilling out of the pulsating head. It was long and thick, about 9 inches. She ran her finger over the spray of water that spilled out of the side, and she smiled.
Jennifer and Kathy were locked in a sixty-nine position, mother on the bottom, daughter on top. Kathy's face was buried in Jennifer's dripping muff. Marsha could tell by watching that she was a wonderful pussy-eater. Jennifer wasn't doing too badly herself, inexperienced as she was. She worked a finger in and out of her mother's tight love-box as she nibbled on the erect blood-filled clitty.
Marsha crouched down in front of Jennifer. The girl gasped when she saw the pulsating nozzle in her teacher's hand. Marsha put a finger to her lips and motioned for the girl to be quiet. She then proceeded to lower the spewing head to the level of Kathy's pussy. Jennifer spread her mother's cunt lips, and Marsha worked the shaft into Kathy's throbbing cunt.
Kathy's eyes widened as she felt the walls of her vagina wide open to accommodate the thick, watery shower-head. For a moment she thought it had just been Jennifer slipping another finger or two up inside her pussy. Then she thought that it was a dildo being shoved inside her. Finally, as she felt the spray of water hit deep inside her, she began to buck and thrash across the slippery floor, deep in the t' ,ws of ecstasy. She knew it was a pulsating shower-head, but her brain was too filled with lust to think about it.
"And that feels good?" Jennifer asked Marsha, her eyes looking on unbelieving as Marsha worked the meaty shaft in and out of the gushing-wet slit.
"What do you think?" Marsha smiled. "Why don't you ask your mother."
Jennifer looked at her mother's face. Her tongue kept licking her lips over and over again. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her brow furrowed. Jennifer thought that it almost looked like she was in pain.
"How does it feel, Mom?" she innocently asked.
Kathy began to laugh at such a ridiculous question. She could barely get any words out, it felt so good. "It's wonderful," she managed to gasp. "Just wonderful."
Jennifer turned back to watch the meaty rod slide in and out. She had never before even heard of such a thing existing, and never would she have guessed that it would give so much pleasure to a woman.
"Tickle her clit," Marsha said to Jennifer, who in her shock had stopped. "That'll send her to the limits."
Gently, Jennifer brought her mouth down to her mother's slit. Her tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, caressing the little nub. The water from the shower-head splashed against her face, the warm water feeling wonderful.
Her mother's cunt smelled so good! Jennifer thought about her own cunt. Whenever her nose had been near it, she always felt somewhat repulsed by the smell. But her mother's pussy smelled entirely different, sweet where hers was sour.
Kathy felt her mother thrash beneath her. "Here she comes," she whispered to Marsha, smiling.
Marsha nodded, and plunged the shaft all the way into the red-head's gushing slit, all the way up to the handle. She twisted the handle back and forth. Jennifer continued to suck on her mother's red clit.
Kathy tried to hold back, even though she knew she was about to come. The showerhead inside her felt so good, exciting her pussy wall until it was throbbing. And Jennifer was sucking wonderfully, she instinctively knew what felt good, perhaps because of their close relationship. Everything was just so good, that she wanted it to last forever, or at least as long as possible.
It was a futile fight. The palpitations started to come from between her legs, and Kathy lost all sense of space and time. She was only aware of her body in a vague, general sense. It was quivering and exploding and thundering all at the same time. Her orgasm brought her to the land of ecstasy.
Jennifer was amazed at the way her mother's body spastically jerked as she exploded in orgasm. None of the climaxes she had watched before, April or May's, had seemed this violent, this good. She smiled when she realized that she had helped to give her mother such pleasure.
Marsha slid the shower-head out of Kathy's quivering cunt. She placed it on the tile floor, and put her hand on Jennifer's. Jennifer responded by drawing close to the gym teacher, and kissing her. Jennifer wasn't sure which woman excited her more, and then she realized that it didn't really matter.
She'd waited so long to be close to Marsha, and now that moment was finally at hand. Marsha's body felt so different than her mom's. Marsha's body was firm and hard where her mother's body was soft and delicate. Jennifer liked feeling the strength in Marsha. She could feel it everywhere, the strong muscles, except in her breasts, which were like wonderful, lithe pillows. She wanted Marsha to hold her in her arms, and sweep her off her feet.
Marsha sensed the girl's body relax as it pressed against her. Jennifer was so small and yielding, so vulnerable and gentle. Marsha couldn't help but to love her. She took the girl's head in her hands, and gave her the most passionate kiss she had ever given a person.
Jennifer swooned. She felt as if she could no longer breathe as she felt the quick, darting tongue move about inside her mouth. She lost all sense of balance, and only Marsha's strong arms kept the girl from falling.
Kathy watched her daughter look lovingly up at her gym teacher, running a hand across Marsha's bony face. Kathy had finally gotten her strength back from her amazing orgasm, and was ready to join in the fun once more.
She slid a hand under Jennifer's ass, which rested on the floor, and stuck a finger up the girl's ass-hole. Jennifer had never had anything up her ass before this day, but it felt wonderful to her to have a finger slide in and out of her puckered rectum.
Kathy reached for the pulsating shower-head that was lying on the tile floor. She ran it along Jennifer's smooth, silky back and shoulders. Jennifer arched her back in pleasure, the spewing water hitting her body was like a massage. Kathy worked the nozzle lower and lower, down the girl's back.
"Would you like to feel this inside you?" she asked her daughter lovingly.
Jennifer's heart began to pound. She wanted desperately to feel the way her mother had felt. She wondered what it would be like to have something, anything, shoved deep inside her cunt.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh god, yes. Yes!"
Marsha and Kathy exchanged glances and smiled. Jennifer lay on her back, mimicking the position her mother had been in. Marsha continued to kiss the girl, mostly concentrating on her sensitive neck.
"This may hurt a little at first, darling," Kathy said as she brought the spraying rod to her daughter's dripping pussy. "You're new at this, and it will be very tight!"
"Why does my pussy smell so different than yours, Mom?" Jennifer inquired of her mother.
"It's because you're still a virgin. Once your cherry is popped, your pussy will be as sweet as Marsha's!" Kathy smiled.
"Sweeter." Marsha added. "Because you're so sweet, Jennifer."
Jennifer spread her legs, and looked down her body, past the swelling breasts, over the flat stomach, to her dewy cunt. She watched as her mother spread her pussy lips. She felt the massive shaft press its way in. Pain darted up her spine. Jennifer hadn't expected anything like this. She screamed.
Marsha covered the girl's mouth with hers, and cooed softly to the frightened girl that everything would be OK. She diddled a nipple with her finger, trying to ease the girl's initial pain. Kathy watched the blood mix with water as she gently, slowly, eased the pulsing rod in.
"Pop goes the cherry," Marsha said lightly, trying to make a joke.
Jennifer just closed her eyes. Something was happening to her. The pain was beginning to subside, and in its place came a sensation unlike any she'd ever before experienced in her short life.
It had felt good the first time she masturbated, but not as good as this felt. She wanted all of the rod, she wanted it to fill her up, to plunge it in deep! She moaned with pleasure, her breath short.
She couldn't feel specific sensations. She felt like she was floating. The only part of her body that she was aware of was her cunt, her succulent trembling cunt.
Jennifer was being fucked by the shower-head. Kathy was able to slide it in and out easily now. Jennifer's pussy had spread to accommodate the shaft's massive size. Kathy was thrilled to watch her daughter's squirming and writhing. She didn't have to worry about her little girl anymore.
Marsha caressed Jennifer's face. She ran her fingers across the girl's smooth, unlined skin. She stuck a finger in Jennifer's mouth, and Jennifer began to suck on it, chew on it. And all the time Marsha diddled the young woman's clit.
It was all pleasure for Jennifer now. All sexy. The massive rod sliding in and out of her pussy, caressing her inner walls of her juicy cunt. The masterful finger of Marsha on her tingling clit, which was blood red and hard as a pebble. The roaming hands and lips of the two women as they covered her body with caresses and kisses.
Jennifer had dreamed about having sex for a couple years now. First it was all sub-consciously. Then full, knowing, lust. But she never imagined anything could be like this. She never imagined that she could ever in her life feel this good. But it was happening. It was real.
A rumble began from deep inside her, a rumble unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was like a firework shooting off. It spread throughout her body, emanating from her lush pussy. The feeling just grew and grew until she could no longer feel anything else. It shot all the way up to her brain, turning it to a quivering mass of jello.
Jennifer was coming. Jennifer was climaxing. Jennifer was exploding. She was experiencing a sexual payoff beyond her imagination. It was wonderful, totally wonderful. She screamed out, telling the world of her new-found bliss.