Chapter 3
There was a silence that filled the room as Joan, Ellen and Marcy looked to one another. Each one expected the other one to speak. Each one squirmed and each one was totally terrified of what was about to happen to them.
"Don't be so nervous young ladies," Mr. Warren said in his very soothing tone.
There was a protective, fatherly feeling that they always got for him. He was a sincere and dedicated man and there was not a student in the school who was not terribly fond of him.
"Nothing terrible is going to happen to you."
He started to get the distinct feeling that the girls were still stoned, spaced out of their minds. The scene with Miss St. James had been so shocking and disturbing.
He figured that the girls probably thought that they were dreaming, far off, on another planet.
He decided now to break the ice.
Slowly the distinguished, tall and very handsome middle aged-man opened up his top drawer.
He pulled out a clear plastic bag that seemed to be filled with tobacco.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked them.
They were all silent. Not one of them chose to speak.
"This is hash."
The girls figured that it definitely could not belong to him. Not in a million years.
Then he took out a little box of papers.
"Do you know what this is," he asked, as though testing to see if they knew anything about rolling paper.
Again the room was filled with a deathly silence.
They watched closely as he rolled a joint. Then he reached for the gold lighter sitting on his desk and turned the little nob.
He held the blazing flame up to the tightly rolled joint, lit it and took a deep drag, closing his eyes as he did so.
He extended his hand and made the offering to Ellen.
She was stunned. Her hands trembled. She dare not move.
"Come on. I'm not testing you girls. What are you so shy and worried about?"
But still, the three girls sat totally frozen.
Marcy was starting to come down. She was feeling less dizzy. She was feeling less intoxicated and her memory was now coming back.
All of a sudden she remembered the way Ellen had raised the lit joint to her full lips. She remembered how she had taken the smallest drag. And then, suddenly all at once everything had started. She wondered if it was just her imagination the way that Joanie had licked out her cunt. Her body cringed from the memory of it. She wondered if it was all true or if it was some perverse dream that she had the other night. Perhaps that was what Miss St. James had seen. She wondered now if she had actually seen every detail.
Just the very idea of her body being exposed made her feel terribly ashamed. With all the power in her soul she tried to repress the situation. She tried desperately to block it all out of her mind as though it had never happened.
But the images became more vivid now. It was only an hour or so ago and they came back striking like lightning right into her heart.
But the feeling of satisfaction and sexual excitement seemed to overpower her feelings of shame and fear. Even though she felt a deep sense of remorse and maybe even guilt, she could not block from her mind the intense eroticism and sensuality that she had never experienced before that time. And in her heart of hearts she wanted desperately for it all to happen again. Over and over she felt the soft cool lips of Joan sucking in her cunt. And she could vividly remember the powerful intensity of that wonderful first come.
"Oh will it ever happen again," she thought to herself. She looked over to Joanie now. She saw the young boyish looking girl squirming in her chair. She saw her quiver as Mr. Warren offered her the joint.
And in her thoughts she kept telling Joanie to reach out for the joint. She kept hoping she would take it. And then she would take a bit herself.
If it could happen before, then why not let it happen again. Why not let the feeling overpower us.
Marcy was still stoned, or she would have never thought that way. But that was what was actually going on inside her mind.
"Please, join me," Mr. Warren said to Ellen who quickly took the joint and put it hesitantly to her mouth. At first she had thought that possibly the situation was being used as a test. But now she realized that Mr. Warren would not do them in. She remembered the rumors she had heard from her brother who was just one year ahead of her. She remembered how he had told her stories about Mr. Warren and his wild escapades with some of the women in her brother's classes. For the first time she realized that they were probably true'. So, how could he ever punish them for the same kind of things he had done himself.
Ellen inhaled deeply, then passed the joint to Joanie.
"Here, take some."
"No you fool," Joanie snapped. "Don't you realize it's just a test."
"Come on take some. I think you're getting paranoid."
But still Joanie refused.
Ellen passed the joint on to Marcy Lee who took it carefully out of Ellen's hand.
Marcy Lee put the joint to her lips and took the deepest drag. She felt the warmth go all the way down to her heart. It seemed to warm it and open her up.
Joanie watched Marcy Lee. She figured if Miss goodie-two shoes was taking a drag, then she might as well too.
Marcy handed Joan the joint. Slowly she put it to her mouth.
Mr. Warren was thrilled. He had been in a similar situation just a few years before and it was one of his wildest fantasies to live it all over again.
He got up now and moved quickly to the door. He turned the knob and locked it tight. He then rang the buzzer of the intercom.
"Please don't put through any calls for another hour," he told his secretary.
Marcy took another deep drag and then passed the joint back to Mr. Warren. Four or five more times the joint got passed around.
And it was only within a few minutes that their heads began to swim.
"My God, this whole room is spinning around," Marcy cried. She had already been quite stoned and now she was really flying. For a second she started to let out a scream.
"Just take a deep breath and you'll be fine."
She did exactly as Warren instructed. He was her guide now. She was protected in his hands. There was this incredible feeling of lightness that made her feel a hundred feet high.
"Just relax," he assured them.
He looked over to the two boyish little girls and saw that they had fallen fast asleep. It had all worked out perfectly, he could not have imagined a better situation. Marcy Lee was stoned clear out of her mind and he could do with her what he wanted to do.
Nothing could be more perfect. It was such a lovely set-up.
"I feel like I'm falling," she cried.
He led her over to a red leather couch and helped her stretch out.
"Here, let me make you feel more comfortable," he told her as he started to. pull up her tight T-shirt, in a minute it was slipped over her head of blond hair and his arms reached around to undo her bra.
Her firm full tits seemed to look him straight in the eye. She bent down now and took a quick suck from each one.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned. They tasted fabulous.
"Sweet as sugar," he muttered.
The sensuous feeling that she had known just a short while ago was now filling her body. An incredible eroticism overwhelmed her being and something deep inside of her knew only surrender.
Carefully, he unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them all the way down to the ground. He stood back for a moment and admired her lovely long lean thighs.
He turned her to the side to get a good look at her firm but full ass. He touched her body softly. It felt wonderful. Her skin was so incredibly soft.
Her whole body tingled and she was filled with incredible lush "You can do anything you want to me," she said as she watched him get undressed.
It was hard for him to believe that she was responding to him in this way. His manly pride filled his cock and he felt it throb hard between his legs.
Her hand reached out for his very long rod. Lightly she touched it. The skin was just like velvet.
Never before had she seen a man's penis. Marcy Lee had come from a strict religious family where sex was never discussed. She had always imagined that the first sight of it would turn her off.
But now, she was finding that it was most pleasant.
She grasped the tip now and felt it pulsating in her hand. It grew right beneath her fingers. How magical and snake-like she thought to herself.
Never in all her life had she been so very thrilled.
It was the same fabulous feeling of eroticism that she had known with the two girls. But now there was something wonderful added to the picture.
Something in her made her want to bend down and kiss the cock that was stretched out toward the ceiling. How firm and powerful it looked to her. She knew that it could only bring her pleasure. Great pleasure, fabulous and intense. All she wanted now was to take a taste of it.
"Do you mind very much if I kiss your thing?" she asked so innocently.
How could he possibly mind? It was his greatest fantasy to see the face of a beautiful young girl sucking his throbbing dick.
"Oh, suck me baby. Suck me good," he cried.
She sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. Her tongue wrapped tightly now around his dong and really did a job.
"Eeeeeee," he moaned. His dick began to fuck her mouth as though it was an opened cunt. Over and over he cried out in delight.
All Marcy could think about now as the wonderful full feeling she had inside her mouth. Nothing ever felt so right before. Nothing ever tasted so good and so fulfilling.
And then suddenly he thought his swelling prick was about to shoot off into a thousand pieces.
His mind was spinning. His vision became blurry. She held on to his soft balls. They felt so good in her hand.
"Don't stop," he told her. "Everything feels so damn good," he cried.
She then started to pump him as she sucked.
It seemed incredible to him that such a young, innocent woman could know so much. He just loved the fabulous way she was working on his cock. No one had ever touched him so well.
He thought of rushing a wad of hot come all the way down her lovely long neck. He wanted to fill her mouth with semen.
But even more he wanted to push his slick dick all the way up the wet hole of her lovely cunt.
So, quickly he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
She held tightly onto his dick, as though she was terrified that he might go away.
"What's the matter?" she asked him as she looked up into his eyes.
"It was wonderful. You did it just beautifully."
But she could not understand why he had slipped away.
She looked back at his dick now with wonder in her eyes. Nothing had ever pleased her so much.
"Are you sure I can do anything to you?"
"Whatever you please," she told him. And in that word she meant it. She totally forgot all those feelings she had once had about ^keeping her virginity. She totally forgot about the fact that she could even get pregnant.
But even under the influence of the drug he was aware of the possibilities of her getting pregnant.
"Do you use any birth control?" he asked her.
"None."
He then stepped away and went to his desk where he opened up the top drawer.
Then he returned to her lovely naked body, but not before he checked to see that the other two girls, whom he was yet to get to, were, fast asleep.
He opened a little package and handed her a small ball that resembled a piece of wax. He told her to insert it deep inside her cunt, she obeyed him immediately and asked no questions.
Her body felt so ready. She did not know exactly what was about to happen to her but the desire that consumed her told her that she wanted something to fill the emptiness that she felt inside her throbbing pussy.
She put her hands down between her legs as she lay flat on her back. Her lovely thighs were stretched far apart. And now her hands moved in deeply. How wet and moist she felt.
There was a fabulous gushing sound that they both heard when she rubbed herself. It sounded like a running brook.
"Let me see you make yourself come," he told her.
She looked at him with large wide eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Have you ever massaged your pussy and made yourself come hard?"
"Never," she said so innocently.
He found this hard to believe. But the truth of the matter was that she had only had her first orgasm an hour of so ago when Ellen and Joanie had done a number on her.
The principal put his finger to her clit and started to massage it.
"Now how does that feel?" he asked her.
"Eeeew," she cried.
"And what does that mean?"
She giggled. It was a sweet girlish giggle.
He felt filled with a rush of lust and desire.
Her whole body seemed to melt into the red leather couch.
"I have never felt so fabulous in all my life," she sighed.
"That's just how I want you to feel. Now all you have to do is put all your attention on your clit."
"My what?"
He found it very hard to believe that she knew so little about her body.
He grasped the pink love button between his large manly fingers now.
"This is where all your sexuality begins," he instructed her.
She bent down her head, in an attempt to get a better look. All she saw was pink skin.
He twisted it lightly for a minute.
"Does it feel good when I do this?"
She moaned softly. It felt so good. It was a little hard to speak. Her head rolled back and she shut her eyes. She felt all the energy in her She felt every last bit of the energy in her body right between her pussy lips. Yes, she thought. He was absolutely right. The little pink clit was very definitely the seat of all her sexuality.
And it was a sexuality that she wanted to know more and more about. It was a sexuality which she loved and enjoyed.
Softly, gently, he worked his fingers deeply into her. Everything he did felt incredible. Everything felt good and so delicious.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. Then suddenly he could feel the slight muscle spasms go off inside her cunt. It was all happening very deep inside her cunt. He continued to finger fuck her but all of a sudden as he moved his hands in and out of her he felt the blockage of her cherry.
He thought of breaking her with his finger. But then he stopped. He held back, and still he was able to feel the fabulous spasm, the marvelous pulsations of her pussy that seemed to be sucking on his finger.
"Oh, I love what you're doing to me," she moaned and moaned. And she really did. She felt so much like a cat in heat.
He reached his head over to her nipples and as he sucked on each one he could feel the spasms begin to go off all over again.
"Now are you sure you are ready for my cock?" he asked her.
He wanted to take his rod now and ram it inside of her. It was time to bust her cherry.
"Please. I want you to do everything to me. I only want to feel good."
"But what I'm going to do to you may hurt a little."
"Then why are you going to do it," she asked intelligently.
"It will only hurt you at first. But after the first time is over you will be so much more opened to me, I will be able to reach my big cock all the way into your cunt and really make you feel very full and wonderful."
Her legs opened further apart now as though indicating that she wanted him to enter her.
He stripped his clothes off. They fell quickly to the floor. How good he felt, how manly and how strong. It was only another minute or two before her luscious young cunt would take him in.
It had been three years since he had broken a cherry and he was real anxious to do it all again.
Slowly he came down on her. Her hungry cunt was still pulsating from the orgasm she had had only a short time ago. It seemed to grasp upon his piece that moved into her so swiftly.
He watched the way his cock entered into her. He wanted her to see too and told her to watch the way his rod was fucking her.
"Oh, I can't believe you got all the way in," she cried.
"I'm only in a little bit," he told her.
Then he pulled out and thrust right back in again. And as he did this he bit her tit real hard to take the pain away from his breaking thrust.
She gave a short little scream and then, suddenly it was all over. He shot a hot wad of cream way down inside of her and prayed to God that the birth control method worked.
Her eyes shut and she fell off into a deep sleep. It had been a trying day. But maybe one of the most important of her life.
Mr. Warren looked at his watch as Marcy fell off to sleep. He still had at least a half an hour until his next appointment.
Joanie and Ellen began to lift their heads. He was hoping now that they were still stoned. At least enough for him to have some fun. He didn't want this wonderful opportunity to go to waste. Who knew when something like this might come up again.
He looked down at his limp cock. It had felt so good inside Marcy Lee's tight little snatch. He only wished now that he could get his pecker up again for some more action.
And if he only could get his dick stiff he had so many options of where he could place it. He knew it would be simple to enter Marcy Lee again. And now that she was broken with her cherry removed, there would be absolutely no problem in really ramming deep inside her pussy meat.
Oh, God, he thought to himself. Who would have ever imagined that his day would end up in this way. If only he could get his pecker firm.
He held his thick little piece tightly in his hand now. He pumped on it for a minute. It was so soft and fleshy. It seemed hard to believe that it had been a stiff eight inch rod that had rammed so beautifully just a few minutes ago.
He thought back to when he was a kid. He thought about how he could come and come and still be hard. Those were incredible days, he thought to himself. How young and beautiful the women were. But then, that had not changed. His women were still young and beautiful. Only now they were few and far between.
This only made him realize that he should strike while the iron was hot.
He would be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. He would be a fool not to dip his prong into the cunts of the other two women.
He looked over again at the cute little girls sitting next to each other on the hard wooden chairs. Yes, he could tell from the dazed look on their faces that they were still intoxicated from the drug. And it seemed that there would be no problem at all to dip his prong right into them. But he knew he would have to have more than the half hour. It would take him at least that much time to get his dick going.
"Damn it," he cried out loud. He hated to have to work on his cock by himself. It seemed ridiculous when he could make full use of their opened mouth.
But first he walked over to his desk and pressed his finger on the button of the intercom. He was a little high himself and it took a long time for him to pick up the phone as he found himself fixating on the little lights and the buttons of the machine.
"Yes ... yes," his secretary called in through the phone.
"Please cancel all my appointments this afternoon," he slurred over the intercom.
"Are you alright in there," his secretary asked quickly. His voice sounded very strange and she was worried about him.
"Do you want me to come in Mr. Warren?"
"No, no. Stay right in your office," he stammered. All he needed now was for Gerty to come in and find the three girls stoned out of their minds. It was quite a scene. But he was too stoned and too excited about continuing on to really care that much" about it.
With that taken care of now, he could give all his attention to the two cute little ladies sitting with their legs spread out right in front of him.
"I wonder if we have two little virgins here," he said out loud.
Slowly he walked toward them now. He was so glad that they were so pretty. It always made it so much more fun. He inspected their outfits now and tried to figure out just how to go about undressing them as fast as possible.
Just the thought of seeing them totally nude was starting to make his little pecker a bit more firm.
He moved over to them now and stood naked right in front of Ellen.
He held his little dick out to her and motioned for her to suck.
But Ellen was so high that she could hardly make out what was in front of her.
He reached out his hand to hers, for just a moment.
Then he returned it to his cock.
She had never touched a cock before.
"Ohhhh what is this," she muttered.
He did not answer her. He did not think she would even understand his words. All he did now was to bend her head down to his cock. He thought she would know enough to take it into her mouth. Surely, he imagined that Ellen was the type to know what to do with something like that.
But it seemed she didn't. Or else she was much too intoxicated. And her head fell quickly to his knees.
Mr. Warren pulled her back up again. He looked into her half closed, languid eyes.
"This one's too far gone," he said. Then he looked over to Joan. She seemed to be fast asleep.
It seemed hopeless.
"And it could have been so much fun."
Suddenly the intercom rang again.
He managed to move over to his desk, very slowly. Every movement seemed to be an effort. All seemed to be going around in slow motion and he was just hoping now that in this intoxicated state that he was in that he'd manage to sound straight to his secretary over the phone. .
"Yes, Gerty. What is it. I told you not to disturb me. I told you to cancel all my appointments. So what is the matter?"
He seemed to slur his words terribly. She wondered what was the matter. She started to think that he had gone into another one of his terrible depressions and that maybe he had taken to the bottle. She had not idea that he used drugs. He never brought his personal life into the office and it was only on very rare occasions that he ever lit up on the job.
But this was one of those special occasions. And he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. He really didn't want to be disturbed. Not by Gerty or any one else in the outside world.
"I have an important call for you," she said in a very concerned tone.
"Well, I don't care if it's the Board of Education or the president of the United States. I'm not in for the next few hours. So, you can just tell them to call back later."
"Very well," she muttered, and then she hung up the phone. But her mind was running wild. She was growing terribly curious and wanted to know what was happening inside. She got up from her seat in her little office and put her head to the door. Everything seemed incredibly quiet and it was difficult for her to figure out just what exactly could be going on inside. But she knew if she kept listening she might just be able to find out what was happening. Her spirit for adventure and her imaginative mind was really getting her carried away. She decided if she didn't get a clue soon that she would walk out on the the fire escape and take a peak into Mr. Warren's window. It wouldn't really be like snooping. She had every reason to be concerned about him now. He was acting strange and if he was on a drinking binge she thought that this would be her perfect excuse to help him, to get close to him and maybe even get to have that affair with him that she long dreamt about.
Only a few years ago she would have never thought about such a thing. But; she was now past her prime and didn't have time to wait around any more. She had been a prude her whole life, repressing her every lusty thought for the sake of her religion.
Every day Gerty would go to mass. And every day she would think about only her guardian angels and saints. She denied her body and sublimated all her energies but she couldn't believe sex was bad. It was not that she was breaking away from her religion, but rather that she was beginning to see things in a new light.
Gerty went back to her desk now and applied another coat of nail polish on her long beautifully formed nails. Then she got up and took a look at herself on the full mirror that she recently hung on the inside of the closet door.
After six months of dieting she had gotten down to her perfect weight and every time she looked into the mirror now she felt as if she was looking at a different person.
"Well, Gerty," she said to the new image in the mirror. "It took you a long time to get out of that thick shell. But look at you now. You're a gorgeous woman.
She stood there for a long moment admiring herself. It was good to feel a little vain after being such a wreck for so many years.
But the problem was that although her image had changed, her mind's view of herself was still that of a huge messy woman. It was as though she was two different people. One living inside her mind, haunting her. And the new reality. A beautiful sexy lady who looked at least ten years younger than her age.
She knew she needed time to catch up with who she was now.
And she knew it take something more than a lot of gut to do this. It meant really being out there with no excuses. But most of all, being so .attractive now meant that she would have to start dealing with her sexuality.
And it seemed that as of late something very different had happened to her libido. It seemed that she was continually horny.
Now, there was a time when the word horny would put her off. There was a time when any sexual word or slight behavior would make her sick. But horny was the only word she could use to describe the way she felt continually.
In fact she had only recently resorted to the use of a vibrator. There was no man at this time in her life and she had to do something. It had become so uncomfortable for her. The twitching in her clit had become so intense that she could not sit the whole day at work without putting something in her twat.
Luckily she had found a sex magazine, which she now subscribed to because she was still too inhibited to go out and buy them on the stands. And in this sex magazine she found a fabulous catalogue. She ordered everything.
She ordered creams and she ordered fancy underwear. She ordered vibrators and things she did not even know the name for or how to use.
She would never forget her deep excitement the day the package arrived- She could hardly wait to open it.
There were about five different kinds of plastic cocks. Some with motors and some without.
She felt very fortunate in her choice, for enclosed in the package was a real bonus: a pair of panties with a dildoe attached.
It was the perfect thing for her to take into the office. She could sit all day and do her work while the dildoe massaged her twat.
And really needed massaging lately. It seemed that she was making up for all her years of celibacy. She could not come enough. Her cunt would get so juicy wet and the hot cream would almost leave a ring on her seat, going right through her skirt. In fact, as of late she had to resort to wearing pads of cotton to keep her thighs from getting wet.
But flow with this wonderful vibrator she could be happy and content all day. No longer would she have to keep going off to the bathroom to finger herself. It was all working very nicely. The more she came, the more excited she got. It seemed endless. If there was ever any satisfaction after her wonderful orgasms, it only lasted for a minute or two and then she was hot and horny as hell all over again.
Sometimes Gerty wondered if there was something wrong with her. Sure she loved to come and come. But it was exhausting. It did seem to take up all her energies. And now that she was so heavily into sex, there was really nothing else in the world that held any interest for her.
But then she thought, maybe this is it. Maybe this is what all people feel constantly. She wondered what was normal. She only wished that there was someone that she could talk to. But most of the people she knew were members of her church and as far as she knew, the ones who were there were as non-sexual as she was.
But over the last few months she had developed a terrible crush on Mr. Warren. It was terrible only because she never imagined that her fantasies would ever be realized. She knew he thought of her only as his secretary and as nothing more than that.
But last week she thought of doing something wild and kinky. It was such a crazy outrageous idea. Something totally unlike the old Gerty that was. always so prim and .conservative. And that was exactly why she decided to act out the idea when it came into her head.
It had been Mr. Warren's birthday and she had to think of something to get him for a present. Suddenly she remembered that her package of sex devices had included a cock extender. She thought it would really blow his mind to give it to him for his birthday. She wrapped it in a Gucci box and tied it up with ribbon. She was so thrilled with herself that she actually had the nerve to follow through with it. She brought it to work and put it on his desk. But she did not have the guts to sign her name to the card.
So a week ago, when Mr. Warren opened up his present, he had to assume that one of the male teachers in the school was playing some kind of a joke on him. He tucked it away neatly in his drawer, never once imagining that he would actually have any use for it.