Chapter 3
Now, it became evident to her that she was indeed in a predicament. He wanted to come over the next night, and she knew that she couldn't be servicing Alan, and going to visit Bill Taylor and his wife, Mildred. But because Bill Taylor was the principal, she knew she had better go over there for dinner. During school that day, she received a note from him. She opened it and it read: "Mildred and I will be expecting you for dinner tonight around eight. Here is our address and a little map." She looked at the address and there it was, 8906 Crest Oak Drive. She knew where that was, and she was surprised that he lived in a place that good. Nevertheless, she figured he made pretty good money as a principal, and apparently Mildred worked, too.
That day Alan approached her and suggested, "Can't we make it tonight?"
"No, Alan," she said, "the principal wants to see me tonight, dear. I'm sure you can understand why I can't take off with you."
The principal was also going to mention it to her on the way out. It bugged her because she didn't want the principal's secretary, Lucille, to get wind of what was going on. Lucille Westgate was a lovely person, but an old maid-type, and long ago had given every intimation of possibly being les-oriented. Sure enough, before the principal could ask for her to go out with him, Lucille Westgate had to put her nose in.
"Miss Stevens," she said, "where did you go this summer? Did you have a nice vacation?"
"I went to Florida," Marilee explained, "and it was a marvelous vacation. No hurricanes, nothing."
"I've always wanted to go to. Florida, I went there with my husband in the twenties.
"I never knew you were married," she said, "that's a big surprise to me."
"Most people don't," Lucille Westgate smiled, "you see, I was married a week. My husband was a bigamist."
"How dreadful," Marilee said. "I certainly think that's an awful thing for a man to do to a woman, don't you?"
"It was," she said, "he was a bigamist twice."
"I'm sorry," she said, and turned and walked down the hallway to the principal's office. The principal was waiting for her, and he grinned, "We'll be looking for you tonight, and I guess my little map will tell you how to get there with no bother."
"I'll have no difficulty," she explained. "I know about where your place is. There are a lot of lovely homes over there."
"Well, it is a nice section, but my wife's folks helped us get the place."
Not wanting to get into any more intimate details with the principal, she thought she'd better give an excuse to run.
"If you don't mind," she said, "I have a couple of errands I must go on, before I can make it over to your place tonight, so I'll have to run ' along."
"That's quite all right," he told her. "We'll see you later, dear."
Now she was indeed delighted. The idea that the principal wanted her gave her the assurance that in a pinch she could always use him as a reference; that is, if she had some goods on him. She would need some proof, however, she thought to herself, that he had made overtures to her.
She went back to her apartment, and sure enough, Alan was on the phone.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"Who is this?"
"You know who it is, Alan, your lover."
"Oh, Alan," she said, "you know how busy I am right now. I have all that homework to do, before I can go out to the principal's place."
"That's too bad," he said, "I wish that we could get together before you go."
"Impossible!" she said, almost shrieking into the phone. "I don't think you begin to understand how busy I am. I have to get my home-work done, get dressed, look sexy, and see the principal and his wife for dinner."
"Why have you got to look sexy for the principal?" he said. "You trying to put the make on him, too?"
"Of course not," she lied, "it's a business dinner."
"That's the best kind," he said; "only it's nicest when its monkey business."
Little did he know just how much monkey business was involved, in what was going to go on that night over at Principal Taylor's home.
As she picked up the evening paper, she looked at the news and it was so disgusting, she tore the paper up in shreds.
"Can't they stop that damn war?" she said, "Oh, why, why, why?"
To herself she thought, at least I'm not doing anything like that. I'm not killing anybody. I'm just fucking a minor. That's my sin. But, lots of thoughts about that minor were swirling through her. In a way, she wondered if she could ever run away with him and they could life together in secret. Yet, it wouldn't be easy. Where can you go? Where could she live? Somebody would always be wondering what the relationship was with her and this young boy. Of course, Alan's parents would find it out and then she would have to pay. Yet, in her imagination, she did think about such things, and it haunted and troubled her no end.
Now she had to get dressed to go out for the evening. She thought she would wear her black lace bra that had the see-through areas that would tempt Mr. Taylor. And she thought, maybe these black mesh stockings wouldn't hurt a bit. It might possibly turn him on all the more. If Mrs. Taylor didn't mind her husband having sex with another woman, as long as he did it in front of her, she figured she'd have to go along with it.
However, as the day wore on, she became more and more disgusted. Why couldn't she have Alan? Why did she have to be confined to going out and doing things to gain favors? Yet, knowing what troubles she might plunge into if her affair with Alan were ever discovered, she thought it might be very good to be a close friend of Principal Taylor and his. wife, Mildred.
When she was dressed and it was time, she got in her car and drove out to Principal Taylor's home. She took the freeway and got off at Rolling Gate Road, and went over to the drive and the house number. It didn't take her long, as it was only twenty minutes from the freeway.
When she parked her car in the driveway, she thought she saw someone looking out the window and dropping the curtain. She couldn't be sure.
She went up to the door and pressed the door-bell. She waited a moment and then a woman answered. The moment she opened the door and she got a look at her, she could hardly believe her eyes. The principal's wife, Mildred Taylor, was a wow. She had long red hair, fair skin, and rich blue eyes.
"Good evening, Miss Stevens," she smiled, "how are you tonight?"
She had learned to always be positive.
"Just fine," Marilee Stevens smiled. "Glad to meet you, Mrs. Taylor."
Mrs; Taylor insisted, "Call me Mildred, dear. And don't be afraid to call Mr. Taylor by his first name."
"That's awfully nice of you," she said.
"Bill," she said. "She's here."
"Oh, hi there, Marilee," Bill Taylor smiled as he looked at his young teacher.
"Well, dear, we might as well go into dinner. It's been fixed for a little while."
They walked into the dining room, and started eating. After dinner the subject drifted to drinks.
"You need a drink or two after dealing with all of those kids, you know that?" the principal smiled.
"You know it," she agreed. "Make mine bourbon. I'm a bourbon baby from way back."
"I take gin," his wife said, "you know how I like mine, dear."
"Yes, Mildred, I know what you like.
Mildred, a tempting redhead, moved over to the teacher. She sat on the sofa beside her, and glanced down at her breasts, and then her eyes traveled to her vagina. However, with it concealed with clothing, she had a little difficulty imagining what it looked like.
"How do you like the new school?" she asked her bluntly.
"Well, it's a lot of fun."
"The field trips are a diversion. There are also the assemblies and the faculty parties."
"Yes," she thought, but she was glad that the principal's wife knew nothing about the little field trip adventure she had had.
"I wonder, dear, how broad-minded you are?" she said. "Bill has told me you are very broad-minded."
"I am," she said, "and I can tell you that I am uninhibited."
"Are you really, dear?" she smiled. "I hope you are."
"You don't have to worry about me," she replied. "I am totally uninhibited."
"You might have an opportunity to prove that to me tonight," she said, as if testing her.
"What do you mean?"
"Dear, should we show her our bedroom?" she asked.
"Why not? I think she can take it."
"What is this? You've got something up here that you're not telling me about."
"Come along with me," Mildred smiled. "I'd love to show you."
They went into the bedroom, and there, standing before her was the strangest sight Marilee had ever seen in her life. It was a fucking machine. There it wad, with a huge cock projecting out. It even had a foreskin on it that slid back over the head of the thing. She walked over to it and said, "Bill loves to see me fuck with the machine."
"Yes, I'll admit I do," the principal smiled at his teacher.
"And I've gotten turned on with it, too. Also, he-likes to see me make it with another woman. I hope you swing a little," Mildred smiled.
Now Marilee thought she would drop through the floor. It wasn't enough that they had a fucking machine, but she had to say she was a bi.
"Oh, God, that's something I've never done," Marilee smiled nervously now.
"Don't be afraid of it," Mildred said, "and whatever you do, don't fight it. Love it, and dear, you will discover thrills you never knew."
"Mildred thinks there are things that a woman can do with another woman, that she can never experience with a man. She has a woman's natural sexual sensitivity, and her pleasurable act of cunnilingus."
"Well," Marilee told him frankly, "I've never been attracted to another woman. I, I don't hold it against anyone who is. However, I don't think I could do a thing with a person of my same sex."
"Oh, dear," Mildred laughed, "you don't have to do a thing, dear. I can do it."
"Do what?"
"I have an idea. First, baby, I think we should take off all of our clothes?"
"Alright," Marilee said, "I guess you're rather hot to trot, as the saying goes."
"Yes, yes, that's it," the principal said. "We're all hot to trot."
He began unbuttoning his shirt, and then unzipped his pants. Marilee was a bit curious to see what he had down there. She wondered if he had anything at all, from the way that he would act around the school. Also she wondered if he had any balls. However, her wondering was relieved when she saw a large-sized pecker and husky balls there, hanging between his legs.
"Aren't you going to take your things off?" Mildred insisted, as she strode over naked now.
"Alright, I'll undress. You two are sure weird."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you," Mildred laughed. "You are a very naive child. Actually, dear, you're not complete until you've had sex many different ways. And I'm here to help complete you."
"She's horny for you," the principal chuckled. "Yes, yes, Mildred wants to fuck."
"That's enough out of you," Mildred told her husband. "You've played around with plenty of women on the side, and you've got a nerve to talk about me."
"Well, dear," he snapped, slurring a bit drunkenly, "my relationships were all normal."
"In a pig's eye they were," she snapped. "You are a hypocrite."
"That's not a nice thing to say," the principal objected. "Take it back, take it back or'
"I don't have to do a damn thing," she snapped. "You know that. Now please, take it cool."
At this point the principal's wife was helping undress her. She didn't like it at all, and it made her nervous to feel her fingers on her body. Yet, that was the way that it was. Therefore she didn't make any objections about it. However, when she saw the woman was breathing hard, like she was going to orgasm, just feeling of her tits when she had her blouse off, she wanted to leave.
"Oh, baby, are you going to enjoy that fucking machine!"
"I'm sure I will," Marilee smiled.
"We got it in France on our last trip abroad."
"They have everything there," she said.
"They certainly do," Mildred replied. "This was a very expensive thing, too. And you should see the way it works. It thrusts that prick up there, like you wouldn't believe."
"You know, you could charge for this. A lot of men would like to see their wives get balled with a fucking machine."
"Yes," Mildred replied, "I'm sure many women and men should have one. There are times when the man isn't up to it. This machine takes up the slack."
"Alright, I'll go over there and try."
"That's all you have to do, just try. You'll enjoy it, I knew you will."
She lined herself up so that her vagina was even with the throbbing penis from the machine.
"It looks like it's throbbing," she said. "It does, it's moving."
"Well, this is the prelude button I'm pushing. You see, when you want it to vibrate and quiver, you press this button here."
"That is really wild," she said. Then fitting herself over the throbbing penis, the girl turned it on for her.
"Oh, ah, I'm getting all jiggly."
Now she worked herself on the machine, and the machine fucked away.
Suddenly she noticed Mildred was pushing a switch.
"What are you doing that for, dear?" she slurred.
"This'll fuck you faster," Mildred said. "There are different speeds, dear."
All at once she noticed that the principal was really excited. The principal smiled at his sweet wife, and said, "Drop to your knees, darling, and start sucking. You know how turned on I get when any woman uses that fucking machine."
"I know, angel," she said, "I'll suck it off for you, baby."
Mildred dropped to her knees, and patted his rump.
"Oh, baby, suck my meat!" the principal smiled.
"That's it, darling, suck my cock, suck my cock, oh, yes, yes, suck it!"
In the meantime the teacher was flipping out. Marilee Stevens was learning fast that a cock sliding up her, even though it wasn't real, could bring her there.
"I like the machine," she said, "it balls real nice."
"Yes, that's swell. Fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, baby, fuck, fuck, oh wow!"
Faster and faster the machine was giving her the fuck. She loved it, just that way.
"Ohh, ahh, yes, fuck! Fuck! That's what I like, Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
At last she was getting there. It was really something else.
"Ohh, ahh, baby, that's beautiful," she panted, as the emotion became almost too much for her to bear.
"I love it," she smiled, "I love it, yes, yes!"
It was really something to watch Marilee talking to the machine. It drove the principal out of his gourd.
"Play with my balls," he told his wife. Mildred's hands went out to grip his testicles as she sucked on the staff.
"Oh, ah, yes, that's it, that's nice!"
Suddenly his cock shot in her mouth, and she got a mouthful of the creamy cum. She swallowed it and he loved that.
"Swallow my sperm," he told his wife. "Swallow it, yes, that's it, get all the juice in your mouth that you can."
At last she was cuming, too. Marilee Stevens began juicing as the machine kept plunging the cock into her.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I want it, too," the principal's wife panted, as she pulled out his prick and went over to where she was standing and started licking her legs. Now she knew what the score was.
"Pull her off," she panted, as her husband stopped the machine and pulled the teacher off. Then he went over to her and let her lick his behind, while his wife ate her pussy.
"Suck my ass-hole," the principal demanded. "Suck it, sweetie, come on, suck it."
Marilee was amazed at what the principal would ask her to do, but apparently he would stop at nothing to satisfy his strange carnal lust and desires. Also, he had his wife trained to like the strangest things, too. There she was, between her thighs, eating, licking away, like the best of the leses. However, she wasn't a les, not technically, no. She must have been bi, because she liked men, too. However, it was a wonderful, exciting evening for Marilee Steven's Yet, as Mildred sucked away, she felt herself flipping out. Suddenly Mildred's fingers slid up her ass-hole, too. Now she was licking an ass-hole, getting fucked in an ass-hole, and getting her pussy eaten. Who could ask for anything more, with a machine thrown in to boot.
"Ohh, ahh, I love your ass-sucking," the principal panted, "Ohh, yes, it feels so good. Stiffen your tongue and stab it up there."
Marilee's tongue stiffened and she stabbed the ass-hole, faster, farther. "Ohh, ahh, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck it," the principal cried.
"I love it when you slide your tongue up in there," the principal told her.
Now the principal was reaching for his prick. He played with himself as she licked away. With one hand cupping his balls, and the other hand pulling his penis, he was enjoying the action.
However, he was also watching his wife. He enjoyed the way Mildred got her kicks licking. Mildred's tongue lashed up there, licking all the vagina juices away. Mildred was not ashamed of what she was doing, she was enjoying it too much to be ashamed.
"Ohh, ahh, ass-licker, yes, yes, rim my ass, rim it baby, rim it," the principal panted, as he pulled on his prick.
Suddenly Marilee got the hot desire to eat his dong. She pulled her tongue out of his ass-hole, demanding, "Let me eat your prick!"
He plunged his meat in her mouth, down her throat, gasping "That's what I like, a deep throat-fucker."
Mildred watched, delighted now to see her husband enjoying another woman.. It always turned her on to watch him giving it up the mouth.
"Ohh, baby, fuck that gal, fuck that gal," his wife smiled.
There was one thing that Marilee could say for Mildred. At least she wasn't the jealous type. She was too turned on with women to be. jealous. Of course, she knew she would get hers too. At this point nothing meant a thing except that huge, throbbing dong gliding down her throat.
"Suck that cock, suck that cock, ohh, ahh, yes, yes, suck that prick!"
The two of them were going to town with Mildred watching also. Mildred, however, had to find something to do, so she fitted herself on the machine and turned it on. As she stood there in front of the fucking machine, and watched her husband's cock being eaten, she was indeed excited.
"Fuck it, suck it, oh, yes, yes, take all that prick, let him slide it down the throat. Oh, baby, that's beautiful," his wife replied.
Now the principal was happy that his wife enjoyed sex so much. The fucking machine was a good investment, and it was also a delightful investment to see his wife enjoy it.
"Honey, fuck it. That's it, yes, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Bill Taylor was delighted that his wife believed in such sexual freedom. Now he could finish with her and shoot his balls.
"Ohh, baby, I'm cuming, I'm cuming, suck it, suck it," he said.
All three of them were juicing at the same time. Their spirit was in unision, it was a team-work effort.
Now that she had eaten the principal's prick, she was delighted, because she thought she was in so good with him she could get by with sex with a student.
"Well, Bill," she smiled. "You're quite a prick."
"You can take that two ways," the principal nodded. "I hope you mean it the right way, baby."
"I do," she assured him. "Don't you worry."
That night they were going to try everything.
"Look what I've got," Mildred smiled as she strode out with a dildo on.
"Oh, no," the teacher smiled. "I've never seen one of those things."
"Well it's about time you did, dear," she said, strapping it on herself proudly.
"Doesn't this look sexy?"
At last, she was ready to get her first fuck from a female.
"Lie on the bed, darling," she explained, "and spread your legs just like you were doing it with a man."
Then Marilee Stevens walked over to the bed and lay there. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it quite yet. There was a nervous sweat that glazed her body, and the strange look that surfaced in her eyes told the principal she needed something to drink.
"I'm so thirsty," Marilee complained. "Maybe if I had something to drink it would help."
"Are you an alcoholic?" the other girl asked bluntly.
"No, I'm not," she replied, "but, baby, I just have to have a drink. I can't fuck you unless I do have a drink."
That did it. She knew she had to get her a drink. So, she hurried off to the other room to get her a drink. In the meantime, the principal sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled at her.
"Isn't Mildred wonderful?" he nodded. "A really fabulous woman. How many women would tolerate their husbands doing things with other women?"
"I see what you mean," the teacher said. "Of course, you realize that because she is turned on with other women, she wants you to bring them home to her."
"Are you trying to say she isn't really concerned with me,? "
"Well, I'm not saying that," Marilee caught . herself. "I'm simply saying that don't think it's all so much generosity on her part that she allows you to bring women home."
"I know," he admitted, "but you see, I turn on when two women are going to town."
"You do?" she said. "Isn't that some neurotic thing?"
"I don't know," the principal smiled. "But, frankly, I don't care. When I see a couple of women fucking each other, I get so horny, I almost flip out of my mind."
"That's a strange obsession," she smiled, "I can't understand it."
"No," the principal laughed, "it's not a strange obsession at all. In Paris at a whore-house I used to go to, during my summer terms in France, I used to watch women making it like you wouldn't believe."
"Do they do that in France?" she asked.
"Baby, they do it all over the world," he laughed. "And that was why I thought I would marry a woman who enjoyed life every which way."
"Tell me about that place in Paris, where you studied."
"Now I wasn't studying the whorehouse," he laughed. "I was studying at a school." He explained to her that shows were put on at this place where people could watch. They were all in booths, naked as jaybirds, and they would watch couples, women and men, performing in the center stage.
"It was really beautiful," the principal explained. "You see, there they were, enjoying their bodies. There wasn't an act or deed, sexually speaking, that they didn't perform."
"It was really beautiful," his wife Mildred said, as she came in with the drinks.
"You saw it, too?" she asked.
"Why, yes, love. That's where we met. I was his girlfriend, during those years."
"And now you're his wife," she smiled, "how romantic. I can't think of a lovelier place to meet."
"Don't knock it," she said. "We got more learning out of those orgy sessions than we ever did in the school sessions."
"Well, I imagine you did learn quite a bit."
"That's where he learned to use the french tickler on me."
"You have a french tickler you use on her?"
"I certainly do," he smiled. "Those French are an imaginative people. Yes, yes," he smiled, licking his lips. "Would you like to see my french ticker, dear?"
"I imagine it would be a lot of fun to see it."
Now he went over to the dresser and pulled out a drawer. Then sipping his drink in one hand, he slid the french tickler on with the other.
Immediately she looked at it.
"My, my, what a strange looking thing."
"Yes, dear, it is," he said, "but it doesn't feel strange. It feels fantastic. You slide that thing up a woman's cunt and she goes wild. Don't you, honey?"
"Oh, I wouldn't marry a man who wouldn't use a french tickler," Mildred told her frankly. "A french tickler is half the fun of living. You see, dear, it has little nodules that touch the end of the pussy, way up there where a prick can't get. And a prick isn't made like this."
"No, thank goodness," her husband laughed. "I don't know what I'd do with it in my shorts if it was this way."
"Those little rubber nodules on the head of the french tickler are the things that give us the pleasure."
"My, my, but you've got this fucking thing down to a science, haven't you?" she said.
"No, not a science," the principal chuckled. "But at least we know how to enjoy it. Let's call it gourmet. You see, dear, people aren't afraid to prepare different dishes to eat, but they are afraid to try different positions to fuck. Isn't it ridiculous? Actually, my dear," the principal went on, "fucking should be as much fun as eating and vice versa. I know that Mildred here, and I, love to fuck and suck, as much as we do to eat. Don't we, love?"
Mildred gave him a peck on the cheek with her lips, and she smiled.
"Yes, dear," she said, "I love you, oh so much."
At last they were pressing their bodies against each other like man and wife. However, it did seem absurd, for after all, the principal was on the make for her and so was his adoring wife, Mildred.
"We are what you call sophisticated tuckers," Mildred said. "We recognize that screwing is something clean, something that is a very good sport. Something that you don't lie about, and something that you don't worry about."
"Worry?" he chuckled. "Never! We fuck, we suck, and we never worry for a minute."
"You're a lovely couple," the teacher replied. "I'm sure if you were being picked for the perfect married couple to represent our country, you would be it."
"Why thanks, love," Mildred said, kissing her full on the mouth. "However, angel, some people might not see things as we do. They're narrow-minded, naturally."
"Naturally," Marilee smiled. "After all, most people aren't imaginative. They have no creativity. You, both of you, are such creative intelligent people, that it stands to reason that the positions you take to fuck would be creative and imaginative, too."
"Is that a compliment you're paying me?" the principal said, reaching for every compliment he could as well as his cock with his hand.
"You're proud of that prick, aren't you?" the teacher smiled.
"Well, you would be, too, if you had one."
"I'm not jealous," Mildred chuckled. "I've got a prick of my own. And I'm going to shove it up your pussy just as soon as I can, dear."
"I can't wait," Marilee smiled. "Shall we?"
She walked over to the bed and Mildred drove forward with her dildo in front of her.