Chapter 9
Ruthie glanced across the sleeping hall at Miss Rex-haven as she lay back on her bed-sprawled, really- reading, and sniggered. The old bat had her legs spread about a yard and her long dress hiked way up. But then, after all the eyeballing the old whore did in the direction of her charges, maybe she figured that the girls were entitled to look at her.
Ruthie sat Indian-style on the bed in her bra and panties, trying to write a term paper. The noise of the rain on the windows distracted her, though-she didn't like the rain. It brought everyone indoors quickly so that there were no hand-jobs behind the bushes or volleyball games or gossip when classes were out. She was sure that Miss Rexhaven disliked the weather for the same reasons, since Ruthie had chanced to come in very early one day to hear the old bitch moaning and groaning on the stool with the bathroom door ajar. Sneaking up curiously she had glimpsed the headmistress slipping herself a hot-dog over Playboy magazine, her saggy tits bouncing like tetherballs to her ecstasy. She had never told Miss Rexhaven that she had been observed but had told all her classmates to their unending amusement.
Cheryl appeared from the opposite side of the room and sat on the edge of her friend's bed. Ruthie could see from the glint in Cheryl's eyes that something was afoot-she had a mischievous glint when there was. The last time, when they'd gotten "something going" in the linen room, Cheryl's eyes had had the same sparkle.
"Listen, Ruthie," she whispered. "What do you say we seduce old lady Rexhaven?"
Jesus Christ! Ruthie hesitated only long enough to wonder whether Cheryl was serious or not, decided she was, then whispered harshly back "Are you off your nut?"
"Huh?"
"If you were going to suggest that I eat you under the bed, I might be inclined to go along, but this ... I Do you realize that she could get us flunked for the year, and we'd have to spend another 12 months in this place? We've only got three weeks to go!"
"Ruthie," Cheryl asserted stubbornly, "this is a good caper. Diane set it up."
This was like a Good Housekeeping seal of approval. She was willing to listen now. "Go on," Ruthie said.
"The next time that slut goes to the can, we'll walk in on her and catch her with both hands in her cunt, then we'll do it to her. Or more accurately, allow her to do it to us."
"Yecch."
"I agree," Cheryl nodded. "But we can also Suck around with each other. And Diane has a plan to insure that we don't get flunked. Blackmail, sort of."
Cheryl was fast wearing down her resistance to the idea-it was starting to appeal to her always-horny disposition, and Diane never got involved in a prank without planning it thoroughly, but there were still some questions to be asked. "What if the door is locked?"
"Diane has the key," Cheryl assured her. "Diane has a key to every lock in this place except the front gates, or we would have been out of here long ago."
"All right," Ruthie sighed and enlisted. "Just the four of us?"
"Yeah. Keep an eye on the prune, and when she moves out do likewise."
"Right." Cheryl went back to her roost Ruthie glanced down at the crotch of her panties and sighed again-that was the third pair she'd stained today.
"Ruthie?" Mrs. Jenkins called. "Come in here a minute!"
"Coming, Mother," she called back. She was, too. Hastily the daughter pulled her panties up and her dress down, checked herself in the mirror then opened the door and stepped into the hall. The corridor and stairs were thickly carpeted and she made no noise as she padded down the stairs to the living room. She peeked around the corner and saw her mother sitting stiffly on the couch, her legs crossed, the raised foot tapping an imaginary floor. The old lady was aggravated about something, Ruthie knew. And she was fairly sure she knew what.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked meekly as she entered the room.
"Sit down." Mrs. Jenkins indicated the armchair facing the sofa. "I'd like to have a discussion about your laundry."
Oh, Jesus, Ruthie prayed, displaying an outward calm. The shit was going to hit the fan now! "Yes?"
Her mother took a deep breath and started in grimly. "Ruthie, as I do our laundry, I find in yours one recurring trait. There are stains of certain-shall we say?-bodily excretions on your sheets with astonishing regularity- always. That's pretty regular. I find the substance of these stains literally encrusting your underpants as well.
"I might venture to explain these excretions as the result of nocturnal emissions, but I know well that you were no panties to bed, yet I find your underwear stiff with this substance." She paused and softened her tone slightly. But not much.
"I know what this substance is, Ruthie. Let us not kid ourselves. This is sexual lubricant. I produce it-most women do. But not twenty-four hours a day, and I am married with reason for this ... production." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"I realize, Ruthie, that you are an adolescent, and for that reason I have ignored this problem for some tune. I know that you are naturally interested in sex. I know also that you have few dates, and that your dates, fortunately, provide you no outlet. But," she paused to emphasize the point, "these voluminous discharges can stem from only one source ... " she shuddered, "masturbation."
"When I was a young girl, I occasionally masturbated. Masturbation won't hurt you very much, but I fear that you are, perhaps, overindulging yourself?" Ruthie was silent.
Mrs. Jenkins settled back into the cushions and continued. "Ruthie, you cannot fool me. I raised you and I watched you grow up. I know almost everything there is to know about you. I know how often, for instance, you go to the toilet. Yet in the last few months you are seldom out of the bathroom for more than twenty minutes at a stretch, and once you are there you spend a long, long time. In addition, I seldom hear the sounds of any discharges, and you do not read magazines on the stool, so I must make another judgment. I have told you what that judgment is."
Ruthie's eyes were on the floor, but she could feel her parent's eyes boring into her. "I want to stop this nonsense, Ruthie. Use a little common sense. Exercise a little restraint. I shudder to think what must happen when you are away from home. I prefer to think that you are discreet enough not fall prey to temptation that way, but since you have no need to masturbate into your underpants when you are at home, I fear that perhaps you are taking any opportunity that arises, wherever you are and in whatever state of dress, to relieve yourself." She paused a last time, then said, "I hope you will seriously consider what I have just said, and I hope that this ... disagreeable subject need not come up again. "You may go."
The next day, as Ruthie tried to learn history, she thought over what her mother had said, and decided that she would have to discard it. She'd simply have to wash her panties before they got into the laundry-the sheets she could ignore. She could fuck herself all night long, dripping and spilling on the sheets and blame it on uncontrollable wet dreams.
But right now, as she sat in the back of the class, she was dying for some sort of relief. She parted her legs just a little, felt the wetness of her cunt as she moved. Slowly, without moving any of her body save her hand, should anyone look back, she pulled the hem of her dress back several inches then placed her arm in the sling of the plaid furrow. In the hand she held a pencil.
Carefully she slid the pencil and the hand under the dress until the blunt tip of the eraser rested between the elastic leg band of her panties and the hot flesh of her thigh. She hooked the band over the pencil and pulled it to one side so that her slick, throbbing crack was exposed. Again with the eraser she parted her oily cunt lips and plunged the pencil deeply into her hole. Delirious with lust, yet retaining an impassive, attentive face to the teacher, she left it inside and drew another pencil from her notebook. With this she again parted herself, delighting in the slippery feel of the now-oily rubber against her sensitive cunt and prodded and stimulated her clit. It felt as though it would burst, yet she continued to worry it, setting her jaw lest she betray herself. Ohhhhhh! that felt so good! She couldn't even wait for the class bells to ring-she had to cum!
And in a matter of moments she did. She could feel her juices trickle hot and slippery between her buttocks as she slowly removed the pencils. She knew that her panties would catch it, but hoped that it wouldn't seep through her dress-that would really freak her mother out.
"Mother," Ruthie called, hearing the whine of her father's power saw from the basement workshop, "where's my douche?"
"I took it away," her mother returned matter of factly from the upstairs TV room.
"Why? I need to keep myself clean."
"Ruthie, we both know what you do with that douche. And you don't need to douche every day. I'm getting a little tired of this masturbation problem. It worries me. I fear that you might have some very bad problems, Ruthie dear. Those dreams of your disturb me, and they don't do much for my linen, either.
"Yes, Mother," Ruthie returned meekly. "I'm going to take a shower in that case."
"Do that. And keep your hands off yourself."
She wondered what her father would do if he found out about her little "problem". He'd hit the ceiling probably She thought that her mother was overreacting, but at least she hadn't told the old man...she didn't think so, anyway.
She locked the door behind her and started to undress in front of the mirror. If she wanted to get laid, she wouldn't have too much trouble-but she really didn't want to. Maybe there was a little of her Catholic training in her yet, but she didn't want to take the plunge. She doubted if fucking would alleviate her desire any-it would probably, she thought, only make it worse.
She finished her disrobing. Not bad, she approved. Nice little titties with a few freckles and nice little nipples, a furry dark bush on a rather large cunt, but it did the job, and a pert ass-a very petite, cute girl. She'd be a good if difficult conquest for someone. It was disturbing to note, however, that her self-examination was getting her sexed up.
Damn, she wished that her mother hadn't taken her douche away. That was quite a nifty device for getting her rocks off, and the warm water that she filled the bulb with for release at just the right time was so soothing! She sighed, stepped into the shower and turned on the spray. Back to her faithful fingers!
She started immediately to stroke herself with her hands as she had done so many tunes. She pressed her tits against the smooth, cold tile and tried vainly to flatten the erection of her nipples. If only she had her douche ... it was sure nasty of her mother to take it away. Idly she wondered if there was anything handy with which she could replace it.
She ceased her pussy-petting momentarily to peek through the shower curtain, her eyes lighting on a variety of potential phalluses without finding any that was satisfactory. At last, scanning the sink, her gaze caught a fresh tube of toothpaste and the family waterpic.
Hmmmmmm, she mused. If she couldn't have genital hygiene, oral hygiene just might do the trick. Wet and shining she stepped out of the shower quickly to claim her prizes and hopped back in. The waterpic, because it was electric, she left outside the tub but snaked the long hose inside through a break in the curtain.
Seated on the floor of the tub she parted her legs and unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste. The first lip of the tube was flat and seamed, and she had difficulty stretching her virginal crack to make it fit. Finally, after some pleasurable straggle, Ruthie lubed the tube with soap and slid it slowly in. She took four inches of the tube that enlarged her cunt to its limit and started squeezing the mint-flavored cream to fill her box as she slowly removed the tube. If felt groovy enough just to draw the tube out-she caught herself several time just about to cum but contained herself. She wanted to get as much of the cream inside herself as possible.
At last she popped the now half-depleted tube past her tight pucker. As her cunt contracted pleasurably, some of the toothpaste spilled out, but most was still hidden. The mint that flavored it was stingy-cool on her cunt, an unequalled experience that made her lusty fires hotter. She reached through the curtain and turned the waterpic on as she thrust her mother's attachment, out of spite as much as arousal, into her asshole and kneaded her cunt-lips like bread, running a fist back and forth across her clit. She smeared the oozing toothpaste from her navel to her knees as she slid across the porcelain. The mint inflamed every inch of flesh it touched, pleasurably so, and her long-building orgasm fairly ejaculated a stream of toothpaste mixed with her own hot cunt-juice to the drain of the stall.
Her breath coming quickly and her boobs heaving, Ruthie withdrew the ever-pumping waterpic from her asshole and thrust it into her cunt, hoping to clean the burning cream out as much as get her rocks off. After another climax the fire began to abate-if she had another cum it might be gone. Wow, she exhilarated. That was a ride! She had been hot and literally burning at the same time! Sexually, she felt satisfied, but she knew that she would never be able to take that trip as a matter of course!
Suddenly the door opened and shut. Omigod, she mentally sighed, one of her parents had slipped the lock with a hairpin. Now she was in for it.
"Don't get out, Ruthie," her father called. "I want to wash my hands." In the fog of the curtain she could see that he had his back to her as he carefully relocked the door.
She wanted to cry, or move, or something, but couldn't. She could only freeze to the floor of the tub and wait for the inevitable. The waterpic was still lodged in her cunt, the box on the floor outside whirring merrily. Her father turned.
"What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded furiously, "Ruthie," he warned, "if your doing what I think you are ... " Privacy and her sleek nudity notwithstanding, he threw back the curtain.
His lips curled in disgust and his eyes bugged at her in rage. She could only look up helplessly, once again in the throes of orgasm. "It feels good ... " she squeaked.
He saw the toothpaste tube lying squeezed out beside her and the film of toothpaste on her legs and tummy. He grasped her methods at a glance. "You pervert," he seethed. "You fucking pervert! You're everything your mother said you were and more! Do you know what your mother would do if she found out about this?" Ruthie shook her head.
Interestingly enough, behind his snarl there was a hint of a leer, behind his outraged eyes a trace of ... lust? Her own father? she wondered.
"I'll tell you, then," he offered. "She would put you out the door with your suitcase and a pair of fishnet hose to ply the trade of a hooker. That's what she'd do."
For some reason, maybe the afterglow of her orgasm, she was serene as she asked, "Are you going to tell her?"
"Yes," he replied triumphantly. "Unless you do something for me."
"What's that?"
"Suck me off."
So there it was, she thought. It was hard to tell which of them was the most perverted. Ruthie only nodded and reached out of the stall to turn off the waterpic, then drew the spray jet out of her cunt and left it hanging. Mechanically she switched off the shower, dried her hands, then erected herself on her knees to reach her father. He inhaled sharply as she caressed the bulge behind his fly where his cock was already erect, then she slowly lowered his zipper, reached into his shorts and drew out his cock.
From her reading, she gathered that her father wasn't badly hung. Nine red inches prodded her chin as she moved up on him clumsily, then took him into her mouth. Not sure exactly what to do under the circumstances, she took up sucking his hot prick like a lollipop-she may not have been pleasing him completely, but she was sure doing something. His cock bucked every so often in her mouth and the tip discharged a sweet fluid that she swallowed warily. She had read that his semen wasn't harmful, but she couldn't be sure until ...
God, she told herself, this was so sick! Blowing her father, stark naked, bouncing her tits at him and leaving her cunt totally uncovered to him, like a whore instead of a teen-aged daughter. It was incest on top of sodomy- insult to injury. But worst of all, she thought, was that she was getting extremely horny into the bargain.
As a matter of fact, she was deliriously hot and her feverish suckings soon brought her father to the brink of cuming. He grabbed her by the ears and pulled her head down, down his cock, fucking himself with it. Angry and disgusted at last, Ruthie gagged and bit into his rod, wrenching herself from his grasp.
"You cunt!" he screamed and struck out at her open-handed. As she ducked his slap she felt warm droppings land in her hair and seep down to her scalp as she raised herself in surprise and caught a burst of cum squarely in the middle of her forehead.
"Haw haw haw," her father guffawed and he let the curtains meet again in front of her face. He laughed uproariously as he zipped up his fly and washed his hands at the sink. Ruthie was frozen in position, staring into space, then took a glob of cum from her hair into the sluice of two fingers and robbed it vigorously against her throbbing clit, bringing her speedily to a shower of repeating climaxes. Again and again she used her hands to squeeze her budding tits and ringer her tight asshole, seeking those places she knew so well all over her young body.
When the spasms passed and her breath returned, she turned the shower back on and carefully washed her father's cum away to make herself presentable. Maybe some of the cum had stayed behind, though-she swore her hair had never looked better.
Ah, there she went, Ruthie thought as Miss Rexhaven rose from the bed, stretched sleepily and padded in the direction of the John. The four girls immediately followed her while the other young ladies in the hall whispered among themselves-they were less adventurous than that foursome.
As the girls pulled up short at the closed door they heard the lock slide home. They waited for their headmistress to plunk heavily down on the seat and emit a satisfied sigh before Diane reached into the pocket of her dungarees and drew out her key ring, located the key then quickly threw the bolt back and the door open.
"Hi," said Cheryl.
Well, Ruthie thought, Cheryl had been right about one thing-they'd caught her with her hands in her cunt. Or, perhaps more accurately, one hand in her cunt. With the other she squeezed the bulb of her pendulous tit. She didn't bother to reposition either hand as the squad entered.
"What do you want?" she managed at last. "Can't you guess?" smirked Diane. "We want a little of that pussy you're keeping to yourself."
She hesitated, then her resolution hardened and she said, "You girl are depraved. Stop this nonsense and get out of here."
"Yeah," Diane returned. "We're depraved all right. This fucking place'll do it to you, won't it? So we ought to have a lot in common."
At this Miss Rexhaven eyed them suspiciously, wondering just how much they knew, Ruthie guessed. She hoped that Diane wouldn't tell her what Ruthie had seen-there were still 3 weeks to go, and she wanted them to be 3 bearable weeks.
"Miss Rexhaven," Diane continued, "we know a lot about you. We know what kind of sex you like best. That's why we're here-we want to sort of give you a going-away present, seeing as how we're going to be leaving you so soon." She started to remove her clothes and the other girls followed suit. Ruthie, the only one of the lot scantily dressed only in her underwear, stood tight until the other girls were down to their skivvies, then "got naked" in unison with her friends.
They were shocking the hell out of the old whore-Ruthie had to say that much. Since they'd abruptly appeared, the supervisor had worn alternating expressions of shock, horror, disgust and confusion. Now it was one of hunger.
The headmistress moaned at the exposure of their bodies and squeezed her bulbous left tit with lust- masturbating furiously as she did. She seemed to like watching the virginal Ruthie the best, for when she stared at her, her jaw dropped and she could scarcely contain a drool. In a way, thought the object of her lust, she was flattered, and in a way ...
For once she decided to play the aggressive party. She parted her legs and pulled up her abdomen so that only her pink, wet lips dangled obscenely between her thighs. "Here it is, Miss Rexhaven," she said sweetly.
This brought a fresh volley of grunts and groans from the aging dyke. "My God," Pam whispered to her, "I knew she was gay, but this is more than even I thought!" With that, she moved forward from the Rockettes line until she was astride her seated jailor, her cunt spread open at chest level. "Finger me," she commanded. Miss Rexhaven obliged only too readily.
Watching the teacher's hand plunging in and out of Pam's slippery crack from the rear made Ruthie unbearably hot in short order. Glancing to her left, she saw Cheryl and Diane embracing and kissing each other, obviously as hot as she was. She turned her eyes back to Pam and the headmistress and eagerly found herself, plunging her familiar fingers into her crack and fucking for glory. She squatted in the corner, just inside the door, her cunt widespread and her motions feverish, It wouldn't-ahhhhhhh!-be too long until she came.
Meanwhile, Cheryl and Diane had dropped to the floor and were happily gobbling each other in a 69 position. Yes, all in all it was a happy crew, Ruthie noted. School may not be much fun, but the intramural, extra-curricular activities were great!
In only a few minutes all the girls had cum except Pam and Miss Rexhaven, who were still at it. Diane crawled to where Ruthie squatted in the corner, her fingers still lodged in her hole, enjoying the show.
"Lemme out," she whispered. Ruthie moved enough that Diane could slip through the most narrow opening of the door-she wondered what the leader of the clan had up her sleeve. Because of Pam astride her, Miss Rex-haven's eyes looked into Pam's flopping globes and she couldn't see the door. Maybe it was worth the precaution anyway. She giggled-she had an idea of what the plan might be.
A few moments later, Diane reappeared, motioned for silence and eased the door wide open. Outside were the rest of the girls from the hall who watched in amusement while Miss Rexhaven fingered both herself and Pam to an eerie tempo. Both were bucking on their respective perches and obviously near to aiming ...
"Unh!" Yes, there went Pam. She could see her rush roll down the instructor's fingers, see her tremble as she came. Soon after the old lady, too, came and slowly drew the fingers out of her own furry, matted cunt. Pam backed off and at last Miss Rexhaven could see the faces outside the door.
"Shit ... " she moafled.
The girls smiled and waved as they returned to their beds. "Party's over," Diane called after them in her lusty whiskey voice. "Unless Our Leader wants to do it again."
She didn't.