Chapter 7
The temperature in Mr. Wallace's office must have risen ten degrees as the group of sixteen year old young men watched Jordan get sucked by the bound and beautiful young woman.
Each one secretly wished to have the same occur to them, Each one yearned now to have their hard pricks deep inside Marcy Lee's beautiful mouth.
The young blond woman who was being brutally punished for what Miss St. James considered to be a cock tease, now was reversed over to her back.
Her perfect breasts were covered with a thin layer of sweat and her body seemed to shimmer in the sunlight now piercing through the open window.
A cool breeze drifted in. It was a refreshing relief for Marcy Lee who felt as though she was burning up.
How terribly red her ass had become from the constant spanking by Miss St. James. And even Miss St. James suffered from a hot and tired palm. But the old bitter woman was not complaining. She felt as though she was very much in her glory. She had never had such full, complete control. She had never been given such power over her students.
And now that she was allowed to decide on proper and appropriate punishment for what she considered vulgar actions on the part of the young woman, she felt a great sense of completeness and satisfaction.
Some people wait all their lives to find out what they are destined to do; And when it finally occurs, they feel as though they had worked and waited for that one special moment.
This was how Miss St. James felt. But the thrill that she was experiencing now was as sexual as it was emotional. It was true that she would never admit it, but her cotton panties were extremely wet. There was no doubt about it. She certainly would never admit to being horny. At least she never called it that. Her sexuality always transformed itself into fits of rage and anger. So it must be understood that what was happening now was deeply and intensely sexual.
Her slapping the bare ass of the beautiful young woman was as sexual as Jordon coming in Marcy Lee's face. The only difference was that one was willing to admit it and the other wasn't.
For Jordon it was the best sexual experience of his life. He could hardly remember ever being filled with such incredible lust. He had never actually had a woman. Only in his dreams. And his biggest sexual thrill in life was to buy a sex magazine.
He would take it home, under his coat and sneak it into his house, hoping his mother would never see. The secret of it all was as exciting and intriguing as, as the pictures themselves, which of course he always loved. He enjoyed pumping on his cock as he read the .magazines late into the night.
He remembered now seeing pictures of kinky sex where women were chained and bound. He remembered how shocked he was to see them victimized in such a way. But he also recalled that it was rather exciting, though admittedly in a perverse way. But still it had been enough to make him come. He didn't come as hard that night as he did just a few minutes ago. But it was one of the best times when he was all alone.
It was difficult for Jordon, or any of the other boys for that matter to really understand what was taking place. It was irrational and definitely weird for the teacher to be taking such action against the young woman.
She called it discipline, but Jason saw right through it. He realized that it was the very depths of depravity. He realized the woman had a sick and hateful mind. Oh, sure, he rather enjoyed being involved with the situation. He even felt a bit guilty for the kind of pleasure he was feeling. His mind tried to block the fact that his cock was already getting hard and that he was getting turned-on.
"Now it is your turn," the old bitch suddenly said.
There had been quiet in the room for quiet a few moments as she had been deep in thought, trying to figure her next move.
The sudden interjection of her loud and rasping voice was enough to startle anyone.
Each boy looked to one another. She had not specifically said who she meant was next.
There was a feeling a fear and of lust that filled them all at the same time. In a sense it did seem dreadful to have to be sucked right in front of every one in the room.
Even to the naughtiest, the raunchiest in the room, sex always seemed to be a very private matter and it was just not something you did in front of a group of men. At least that was the way they had always thought. It was true that their feelings would eventually be changing.
But at the very same time that they were filled with fear, the boys did lust after Marcy Lee. And each one, secretly, wished for their-turn.
So when Miss St. James said it was another's turn, all looked up terribly startled.
"I am speaking to you," she said to the principal, Mr. Warren.
"Me?"
"You heard me."
"But you can't expect..."
"And why not."
"You can't expect a man in my position to pull down his pants in front of the students of his school."
"And why not?"
She was really looking forward now to doing a little dominating with Mr. Warren. He had bossed her around plenty in his time and she was looking forward to making a fool of him.
"You just can't expect a man in my position..."
She liked hearing him talk about his so called important position as principal. For she-knew if she kept up her work, it would not be long before he was replaced. And her every hope now was that he would be replaced by her.
The boys began to giggle.
"Will you all shut up," she said in a high shrill tone.
Immediately there was silence in the room and once again you could actually hear a pin drop.
"Now I want you all to watch carefully as Mr. Warren pulls down his pants. Shall we try and guess what kind of underwear he wears."
She was really enjoying herself. She was beginning to feel that she really did have the talent she thought for this kind of dominatrix work. She knew just how to put the pressure on. She knew exactly how to humiliate. It all felt so right. And it was making her excited.
Yes. There was no doubt about it. Miss St. James had found her thing. And as she continued to deliver her punches, as she continued to rip Mr. Warren's ego into shreds, she felt more and more pleasure.
Suddenly there was an even more intense feeling of sexuality within her, though she would never ever call it that.
Her pussy felt very wet and there was a dripping of hot juices down her thigh. For the first time in her life she yearned to be touched. She felt an urgent desire to have her cunt filled. She didn't think she really wanted the fullness of a male cock. The poor woman really didn't quite know what she wanted. It was as though she was a young woman who had just entered puberty and was feeling sensual and lusty for the first time.
What was actually happening to her now was that this situation of power was giving her a whole new feeling of self worth and it was this of course, more than anything else that-^vas really turning her on now.
The throbbing inside her cunt suddenly increased. She did not know quite what to do. If she was to leave the room and go to the ladies room where she could rub her cunt for a while, she would be taking the terrible chance of having the group go wild.
That would be dangerous.
No. She could not take that chance. She had to keep the order. She had to keep the control over the situation.
Then suddenly Donald, a short little redhead called out for Mr. Warren to pull down his pants and her mind was returned to her intention.
"Yes, Warren," she said. "Let's take a look at your little pecker."
"It's not a little pecker," he snapped defensively.
Suddenly he stood back. He did feel frightened. What was happening here. Why had he ever given this bitch control. There was no doubt in his mind now that he had most definitely created a monster. A terrible, ugly old woman of a monster who would not be finished with her game until she had each and every one of them under her control. It became obvious to Warren now that she would not be satisfied until she had whipped his ass as well.
"Well let's take a look at that pecker of yours," she snapped.
"Yes. Let's see Warren," Joe cried out excitedly.
Mr. Warren drew back into the corner of the room. The group followed him and stood all around.
"I showed you all my cock. It's not fair," Jordon said, getting carried away by the excitement in the room.
He saw he had not choice, just as he had no choice before. Where would it all stop? She was a crazy woman and he had no place to run. Literally he was cornered.
"Ah, yes," she said as she saw Warren put his hand to his zipper.
Slowly he moved the zipper of his fly down his pants. Then he dipped his hand into his pants and pulled out his dick.
It was rather limp from fear and it did not look more than a few inches in length. He was considered to be a good size when he was hard, but he seemed quite little now that he was soft.
If only he wasn't so frightened, he knew that he could get it up. But then he remembered all the activity he had over the last few hours.
Certainly, he had his jollies.
Now he was paying a price for it.
"I didn't lie when I told you all he had a .little pecker," she said proudly to the gang.
He prayed with all the power in his soul that he could get it up. But the more he tried, it seemed harder to do. In fact he only got a bit more limp.
"Let's see you get it up, Warren."
She knew it was working. This was the perfect humiliation. Even if he had a large dick when he was stiff, nothing could be more humiliating than to show how limp he really was. Nothing could be more offensive to him. and certainly there would be no way at all that he could get hard while she was humiliating him in this way.
He now held his soft piece firmly in his hand.
"Let's see you get it up," the group of young men cried, really getting into the spirit of the occasion.
He held his dick firmly in his hands and started to rub real hard on it.
Over and over he pulled his piece. It stretched out like a piece of slat water taffy that had been sitting in the morning sun.
It was possible to stretch it pretty far. But he could not get it stiff. He could not .get it at all hard.
"Oh," he cried in desperation. It was just terrible.
Marcy Lee looked up at him. she was sitting only a few feet away. She had fully awakened from her stupor and was beginning to understand more of what was going on. She realized that Warren was being put into a difficult situation. And even though she felt in some way that it was his karma, that he had definitely created this situation, there was a deep compassion which she felt for him now.
It was only vaguely that she could remember how his lovely cock had been so very stiff.
Marcy Lee remembered how nice and full it was. It had felt good to have him in her mouth. She remembered how she liked to suck on him. His cock had grown just like a snake inside her mouth, filling her with a great feeling of sensuality and lust.
And she thought, now bound tightly to the red leather chair of how he had entered into her hungry pussy. Just thinking about this now increased her body heat and filled her with a deep and very sensual feeling.
She thought now about how much she would enjoy a hard stiff cock right inside her, twisting and turning and really rubbing her pussy meat.
"Eeeew," she moaned as she tried to rub the lips of her pussy close together.
She did not mean for anyone in the room to hear her. She did not mean to reveal her lusty feelings. If they came now, it was only to take away the pain of her burning ass that Miss St. James had mashed so well.
As Marcy Lee moaned, deep in thought of her lovely erotic experience with Mr. Warren, the group turned to watch the beautiful young woman.
It was as though they could not get enough of her. Their eyes, as large as pools, drew her in and wished her for themselves.
"Ah. Look at that little cock tease. You see how she works. She thinks her little sighs and her moans are going to work to turn you all on."
Miss St. James took a look at the crotches of the ten boys. She could see their dicks beneath their pants standing at attention.
"And all of you little squirts are nothing but a bunch of fools. Look at the way you fall for her act. Look at the way you let her turn you on. Don't you realize the distraction a woman like this is in your young lives. Don't you realize how she takes your mind off your studies. A young cock tease like this must be punished. We must give her what she wants. We must give her an overdose of her desires so that she can be purified of her lust."
Miss St. James took a deep gasp after she finished her little speech. There was great emotion in her voice. Her hand reached for her heart. She was now trying hard to calm herself as it seemed that she was deeply thrown by the impact of the situation.
It looked to everyone that she was about to collapse or even have a heart attack. And it seemed to be almost with her last breath of air that she demanded all the boys to take down their pants.
They did this willingly of course. Now they really were beginning to get into the spirit of the situation.
"Looks like we're all in for some good fun," one fellow said.
"Yeah. Some good fucking."
Joe gasped his cock and got it even harder as he pumped. Each young man looked over to the other to see who was the most stiff, to see who had the longest prong.
There was no doubt about it. There was a nice group of cocks. Everyone was stiff. No one was less than seven inches long. And for the most part they were nearer to ten inches in length.
Miss St. James tried hard now not to stare. But she had never been in a situation like this before. How very proud she was of her highly creative nature to have thought of such a fabulous activity.
Yes, she always believed that one created his own reality. Life is a game that should be played, she used to say. But now that she knew what her sport was, she was finding out what turned her on and she felt even more satisfied than she did only a few minutes before.
"Oh yeah, it feels good," Jordon said as he got his cock nice and hard again. He thought he might have a little problem in getting it stiff once again. But there was such a feeling of sensuality filling the room now that it was declared that it was their responsibility to give Marcy Lee an over dose of her desires.
"I want to go first," cried Elvis.
"I think the largest cock should go first," Jordon cried.
He knew that there was no cock in the room that could compare to his.
Joey started pumping harder. He was almost certain that he could get it up another inch.
"If you're not careful, you could shoot off even before you get it in her cunt."
"And who said anything about us putting it in her cunt," another fellow called out.
"Why didn't you hear what she just said?"
"We're all going to get to fuck her good."
"Let's take a bet on who can fuck her longest," Elvis cried out excitedly. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be able to keep it up the longest. For he knew that it often took him an hour or so to jerk off. In fact he almost thought it was a problem. He would be kept up way past his bed time watching for his wad of cream to pour out the tip of his dick.
But now he was beginning to suspect that it would turn into a real talent. From the books like sex manuals he had read, he knew that it takes a woman a long time to reach an orgasm and it is always much better if a man could keep it up for a long period of time.
The competitive spirit had taken them all over now. They were enjoying the little game. Almost as much as Miss St. James, who felt herself to be almost an orchestra leader, conducting the band of cocks.
"Yes, we have some fine cocks here, don't we?" she said taking a better look.
Everyone was nice and hard. Everyone except for Mr. Warren who was still limp.
"And what are we going to do with you? Our mighty principal who can't manage to get it up?"
He looked at her with a very blank expression. Things had gone beyond even the level of a nightmare. He was numb. As numb as Marcy Lee's behind.
They all looked at Marcy Lee. She had stopped her sexual moaning. But her body looked so ripe. Her soft olive skin looked full and lush beneath the tight cords that bound her now. There was not a man in the room who did not yearn, lusting for her body.
"Marcy Lee," the woman said in her usual bitchy tone.
"I think you're just going to have "I think you're just going to have to give this man a blow job."
Miss St. James spoke words she had once never dared to say. But it all seemed like nothing more than professional shop talk to her now.
"Do you want to give him a good suck, Marcy Lee."
The truth was that she did. She felt sorry, terribly sorry for this man who could not get his dick hard.
She knew that all it would take was one long hard suck, and he would be as hard a rock.
"Yes. I can do it," she said obediently.
"That's the spirit my child."
And Miss St. James was feeling extra good, she like to know that Marcy Lee had reached the point of obedience. Yes. There was no doubt in the mind of the old horny bitch, who would have loved to have her own cunt fucked real good, that Marcy Lee was like putty in her hands.
And this, in fact, was exactly how she wanted it.
"I'll suck him," she said.
The group began to mutter.
Everyone was anxious for their turn.
"Do you think we'll get the same chance?" Elvis whispered to Joey.
"I want to get to ram my cock in her cunt," Joe answered.
I hear it's better up the ass," another whispered.
"Up the ass?"
"Yes. There was a whole article about it in Happy Girl magazine."
"I never heard of such a thing," the little redhead said.
"It's supposed to feel good and tight and real warm."
"I've never even had a pussy yet."
"I want to come in her mouth," Jordon whispered.
"You had your chance to come in her mouth. Why didn't you take the chance while you had it?"
"I guess I was afraid. Or maybe embarrassed."
"Which one, jerk? Afraid or embarrassed."
"Gosh, I don't know. I guess I was feeling both. You know I didn't want to offend her by filling her mouth with a lot of sperm."
"So you think it was the more gentlemanly thing to squirt it off in her face."
"I didn't aim for her face. I didn't have enough time and it just kind of squirted out there."
"And what would have been so wrong with filling her mouth with a wad of your hot come."
They all giggled after Elvis asked this question.
It was an undecided question. No one quite knew the answer as to whether or not it was polite or not to squirt come into a Lady's mouth.
"I guess Emily Post hasn't come up with the answer on that yet."
"Maybe we should write a letter to Dear Amy and find out what she thinks."
"Dear Amy ..."
The boys began to giggle again. They sounded worse than a bunch of woman.
Then suddenly Miss St. James stood up and blew a silver whistle that she wore around her neck, along with her rimless glasses.
"Let's have a little order in this room, please," she called out.
It was as though she was a master of ceremonies, now announcing her next act.
They all watched as their beloved principal, Mr. Warren stepped forward for his limp dong to be sucked.
He had his firm bare ass that was nice and round facing them.
"Could you move around so that we can have a clear view," Elvis demanded.
"You boys are a bunch of spoiled brats. If you don't all stop your heckling and merry making-and start to take this situation a bit more seriously.
"I think we'll have to do a bit of punishing on your own behinds."
Their young bodies cringed. There was not one among them who cared to endure her lash. She had a hard hand . and spanking was not what they were into.
"Now if you boys want to get a good look at what is going on you'll all have to step around here."
She motioned where they should get themselves into position.
They moved quickly into place.
"Eeew," Mr. Warren moaned.
"Well, I'm glad you're having a good time of it Mr. Warren," the bitch remarked. She was reaching her depths of depravity. She had one thing on her mind. She could care less if Mr. Warren got hard or not. Though it was her bet that he would remain limp all day. And she knew exactly why. She knew he had been fucking around all day.
"He'll pay for all the days he spends jerking off," she told herself. Yes, she wanted revenge. She wanted to get back at this man. It was of course, his job that she coveted. But she was out to bring him personal shame and embarrassment. But even as he endured her rude mouth, he knew the situation could be worse. She could really have the goods on him. This was bad. But it was still not half as bad as it could be.
"Keep sucking on that little cock of his, Marcy Lee."
Her cheeks were sore from so much sucking.
She was really working hard.
"Eeeew," he moaned. It did feel real good. But it did not seem at all possible now to get any power into that cock of his. It was soft flesh and it was like kneading a piece of rubber in her mouth.
Over and over she worked on him inside her mouth.
Then suddenly it started to swell.
"Eeew," he cried. It was obvious to him that he was now starting to get hard. A rush of energy ran to the head of his piece and it began to stretch.
"Oh, yeah..." he cried.
He loved the way it felt. It was just incredible.
"Suck me baby. Suck me good."
And she did. Even though her cheeks were tired and sore she continued to work him over well. Then she felt it swell and she felt it stretch.
It was the most incredible feeling in the whole world to know that she had the power to make him so extremely excited.
Yes. Marcy Lee liked to suck cock. She knew she was good at it and she did it very well.
Over and over she did it.