Chapter 10
Robin was confused.
It had been almost a week since either Mark or Bob had contacted her. She saw Tammie often, but the little girl did not visit her apartment. All this time, Robin was in torment.
She sat in the classroom when Mark was there, her eyes pleading with him, but he seemed to be avoiding her for some reason. She attempted to have him remain after school, but he always had some excuse. Once she managed to talk to
Tammie, but found the girl almost as puzzled as she was.
"He's up to something, Robin," Tammie told her. "I know that guy."
"But he doesn't even call me, Tammie," Robin said in exasperation. "Why doesn't he at least call me?"
"I don't know," Tammie said. "I don't see much of him lately myself. He and Bob are spending a lot of time with each other. I just know they're up to something, though."
Robin spent her time in her apartment running her hands over her feverish body, feeling herself and imagining the hands of Mark and Bob. She fingerfucked almost constantly, often a finger thrusting into her bubbling cunt and hot asshole at the same time. Her nights were sleepless, tossing and turning with the steaming turmoil of her body.
It became so strong that she came very close to going out and picking up a man - or better yet, a teenage boy - and bringing him home with her. She even started out the door before she caught herself. Disgusted at what she almost did, Robin flung herself upon the couch and cried bitterly. She cursed Mark and Bob, even Tammie. At least, she felt, Tammie could have come to her. They could have sucked and licked each other's cunts to satisfaction, but Tammie never visited her either. She beat at the couch with her fists, sobbing her torment.
Then the phone rang one afternoon just as she entered her apartment. Running quickly to it, she found it was Bob.
"Oh, Bob!" she wailed. "Why don't you come and see me?"
"I've been busy, Robin," he said.
"I don't care!" Robin snapped at him. "I don't care how busy you've been, damn you! You know I need you, need Mark!"
"It isn't us you need, baby," he laughed. "It's hard cock you need, that's all."
"I know!" Robin wailed. "God, how I know!"
"Want to get fucked, Robin?" he asked, almost casually.
"You know I do, you asshole!" she screamed at him over the phone. "You know damn well I want to get fucked!"
"I said I might be able to help you out, remember?"
"The only help I need is your cock, you bastard!" she yelled at him. "Come here, Bob, please! Come to me now and fuck me! I need it so much!"
She heard his lewd chuckle. "Damn you!" she raged into the phone. "Damn you, damn you, damn you!"
Again he laughed at her. "Well, if you aren't interested, Robin, there isn't much use in continuing this ..."
"Don't you dare hang up, you son of a bitch!"
she screamed at him.
"Then listen to what I have to say and stop calling me names," he said, firmly. "If you don't, then I'll hang up and you can go fuck yourself, teacher."
Robin took a deep breath, and in a contrite voice, replied. "I'm sorry, Bob. I'll be good."
"That's better. Listen, Mark is going to be seeing you in about an hour or so. He has something he wants to show you. You'll be home, won't you?"
"Yes," she said softly, almost in a little girl voice, totally dominated by him.
"Good," he said, then the phone went dead in her ear.
Robin hung up, feeling excited that Mark would be there in a short time. She rushed into the shower and scrubbed her body until it glowed, then she perfumed herself, paying attention to her tits and between her thighs. She brushed her dark hair until it gleamed, then she dressed in a revealing, sexy gown, a gown that could be seen through. She gazed at herself in the mirror, seeing the way her nipples poked against the material. The shadow of her cunt hair was revealed, as well as her long, slender thighs and the cheeks of her curvy, swelling ass.
When the doorbell rang, she flung the door open with an excited, "Oh, Mark!"
She wrapped her arms about him tightly, pressing her burning body against hers, squirming as she kissed him with passion. Only then did she close the door.
"Oh, Mark," she whispered heavily, "You don't know what's been happening to me - not seeing you or Bob, even Tammie. Why have you stayed away, darling?"
"Had some things to do, teacher," he said, going to her refrigerator and taking himself a soft drink,. Then he sat on the couch next to her. "But it's finished now. Would you like to see?"
For the first time Robin saw the flat, huge envelope he carried. "What is it?" she asked. "Show me."
Mark opened the manila envelope and pulled out a magazine. Robin looked at the cover, gasping. The cover had her picture on it, the one with his cock squirting come juice into her ecstatic face.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "No, Mark! You didn't!"
"You're seeing it, Robin," he said. "That's you and that's my cock . . . coming off in your face. Beautiful, isn't it?"
She grabbed the book from him and flipped through it, her face burning with shame. She saw other pictures of her, her mouth pressed into Tammie's cunt, her lips plainly sucking. There were pictures of Tammie, too, with various boys Robin had never seen before. There was even a picture of Tammie and another teenage girl, licking each other's cunts.
"This . . . this is the magazine you were putting together?" she gasped, barely whispering.
"Sure is," he said proudly. "Nice, huh?"
"But ... but ... "
"You photograph very well, Robin," he said. "I plan to use you in my next magazine."
Anger rose up in her quickly. "No you aren't!" She began to rip the magazine to pieces.
"That don't do any good, Robin," he said, amused. "There are a couple of thousand of them. You can't tear them all up, you know."
"A . . .a thousand?" she gasped.
"A couple of thousand," he said. "Five thousand to be exact."
"Oh God!"
Mark sipped his soft drink, watching her cover her face, tears flowing freely. Finally, she brought herself under control, looking at him. "But why?" she asked. "Why me, Mark? You could have used anyone but me."
"Probably," he admitted. "But you're beautiful, Robin, like Tammie. No one wants to look at dogs fucking and sucking. The better looking the girl, the more magazines we sell."
"Suppose someone . . . from school . . . saw them? What then?"
He laughed. "Shit, Robin, anyone buying this magazine sure as hell isn't going to blow the whistle on you or me or anyone."
A change began to come over her, and she tried to fit the torn pages together, looking at them again. She found herself becoming excited, seeing herself in those erotic poses, thinking of men and boys - and women, too - looking at the pictures, getting hard and then fucking and sucking one another. There was no way she could deny her pleasure, no way to suppress the bubbling excitement that coursed through her veins. Suddenly she giggled. "I sort of like it," she said.
"I thought you would," he replied. "Once you got used to the idea."
She hugged Mark tightly against her tits, kissing him, her cunt steaming wildly. She stroked his cock through his pants. "I want to fuck, baby," she murmured into his mouth. "Ohhhhh, how I want this cock up my cunt, fucking me!"
"There's something I want you to do for me, Robin," he said, squeezing at a firm tit.
"Anything! Oh, I'll do anything you want, Mark!"
"There's this basketball game tonight. I'd like you to come to it . . . without panties, of course."
"I don't care for basketball," she said, then seeing the frown start on his face, said quickly, "I will! I'll go, without panties."
"That's better," he said, getting up. "The game starts at eight. I'll see you there."
She sat, stunned, as he started for the door. "But don't you want to fuck me, Mark?"
"At the game," he said, then left her.
The comment didn't make sense to her, but she found herself becoming intensely excited, looking forward to the game she didn't care anything about. She was not at all hungry for food, and only had herself a cup of coffee as she anxiously watched the clock. The time went by slowly, and she fingerfucked twice as she waited. Finally, at seven, she dressed, making sure her clothing was sensual and inviting. She left her bra and panties off, as Mark requested.
Robin left her apartment early.
When she arrived at the school, she parked and walked toward the gym, where the game was being held. She found only a few others there this early, but the team was on the court, warming up. She looked around for Mark but he wasn't anyplace to be seen.
Robin went halfway up the bleachers and sat down, watching the boys race back and forth on the court. She kept her knees closely together, knowing that those boys could see up her dress if she weren't careful. Finally she saw Tammie, in her cheerleading costume. Robin waved to the deliciously sweet girl. Tammie came up to talk to her for a moment or so.
"Look at this," Tammie giggled, lifting the front of her short skirt.
Robin saw Tammie was wearing panties and not tights the way she should have been. "Aren't you afraid someone will say something, Tammie?"
"I don't think so," Tammie giggled deliciously. "My panties look almost like the tights, don't they?"
"They do, but I know the difference."
"Don't that make you . . . hot?" Tammie asked softly.
Robin looked about, and seeing no one watching them, caressed the front of Tammie's panties, then sent her off to the court. When the game began, Mark came up to sit with her for a while. "Bob is playing a good game tonight," he commented.
"He seems very good," Robin replied, watching the action with disinterest. "Mark, why did you want me here tonight? I don't care for basketball at all, you know."
"You'll find out," he said mysteriously.
Mark went and came periodically during the game. Robin watched Bob more than any of the other players, and found herself excited to see his muscular thighs as he raced up and down, dribbling the ball, scoring more than the others. When the end came, she was preparing to go when Mark returned. With him was Tammie, now sweaty and eyes shining brightly.
"Come on, Robin," he said.' "Where?"
"Just come on," he said. When she found he was leading her to the girls dressing room, she began to wonder what this was all about. Entering the dressing room, Robin found it empty. There were long benches between rows of lockers, with sinks at one end.
At his request, she and Tammie sat down, waiting to see what would develop. A half hour later she found out.
Bob came in, still in his shorts and tank top. Behind him came a small group of players. Two of the boys were those she had seen with Bob before, who had watched her in the parking lot. Understanding began to come to Robin, and she looked at Mark. "What is this, Mark?" she asked, a bit angry.
"It's a party, Robin," he said. "A fucking party!"
Robin started to get to her feet, but he caught her hand and held her. "You aren't going anywhere. Sit down, teacher."
When she was on the bench again, he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. The group of boys looked at her with interest. Mark's hands slipped down, cupping her tits. Robin shook with humiliation and anger. When he opened her blouse, exposing her tits to the burning eyes of the teenage boys, Robin dropped her eyes shyly. When she looked up again, two of the boys had their cocks standing out of the wide leg of their shorts, the heads quite swollen.
Tammie was busy getting out of her panties, giggling with excitement. Some of the boys were sliding their shorts down, their cocks hard and strong.
"You planned this, didn't you, you bastard?"Robin hissed at Mark. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?"
"Sure, teacher," he smirked. "The team needs some ass after winning, don't they? What better reward than the prettiest, most hot-cunted teacher in school for them?"
"This is rape, you know," she said, but without any force in her words.
"Not with you," Mark laughed, fondling her exposed tits. "You can't be raped, Robin. You enjoy it too fucking much."
"It's a gang bang!" Tammie cried out gleefully. "We're gonna get us a gang bang, Robin!"
Bob came to her and leaned down. He shoved her skirt up her creamy, slender thighs, then pressed her knees apart. "This is some good pussy, guys," he said over his shoulder as he stroked Robin's cunt. "You're gonna get the fucking of your lives!"
Suddenly, Robin's mind snapped. She shoved Bob away, stood up quickly. Mark started to grab her, but she turned to face him. "It isn't necessary to hold me," she said. She began to drop her blouse to the floor, then shoved her skirt down. She stood nakedly before the group of staring teenagers. Tammie, now naked too, stood next to her.
"Alright, you studs!" Robin said. "If you think you can handle all this cunt, come and get it!"
Happily the group of boys surrounded Robin and Tammie, feeling and fondling their naked bodies. Robin grasped two cocks in her now eager hands, pumping them, feeling them swell and harden. She shivered with perverse pleasure as all those hands ran about her naked body. She was kissing and sucking on tongues of boys she didn't know, but hungrily, with steaming eagerness.
Taking control of the situation, she had one boy lie back on the bench, his cock standing up very hard. Robin threw her legs over him, then squatted, taking his cock into her wet, slippery cunt. Tammie, she noticed, was doing almost the same thing. It delighted her to see a boy's cock penetrate that delicate blonde pussy.
With the cock up her cunt, Robin leaned forward. "Come on!" she yelped excitedly. "One of you fuck me up my ass! I want a cock in my cunt and one up my hot asshole! Come on, don't be bashful, boys!"
She didn't know who it was that pressed a throbbing prick up her asshole, nor did she care. What mattered was the ecstasy flooding her mind and body. As the two cocks began to fuck her at the same time, Robin grabbed a hard cock with her hand and pulled it to her mouth. Three cocks in her body she thought was the ultimate in ecstasy. From the corner of her mind, she could see Tammie's small, sweet body, her tight little ass bouncing as she fucked a boy beneath her, with another thrusting his cock into her hot, wet mouth.
And all the time she was aware of Mark darting about and the clicking of his camera. Robin sucked hard on the cock inside her mouth, barely able to move her ass while the two boys fucked her relentlessly. Her cunt was boiling, contracting already. Her asshole was extremely sensitive, and she thrilled to the stretching of it as the thick cock stabbed back and forth.
"Good, good!" she heard Mark saying. "I'm getting some good shots for the next magazine! Fuck 'em, Robin! Fuck those cocks! Go at it, Tammie! Hump your ass, baby!"
Robin was gurgling around the mouth-stuffing cock, coming time and again. Her mind reeled with erotic sensitivity, and she didn't want it to ever stop. When the cock exploded in her cunt, she squealed loudly. Her tongue flew eagerly on the cock in her mouth, wanting the thick come juice to splash against her throat. Her asshole burned and flexed, and she felt the boy come. Then she was swallowing quickly as the prick between her greedy hps spewed.
The boys pulled free of her, and Robin sprawled on the bench, her legs dangling on each side, her cunt fully exposed, vulnerable. Her shapely tits heaved as she breathed.
Again she found hands running over her body, and she didn't open her eyes to see who they belonged to. One pair of hands were softer, and she knew they were Tammie's. Robin reached out and moved her hand up Tammie's slim thigh, then shoved her finger into the cum-soaked, blonde cunt, fingerfucking her.
"Oooo, Robin whimpered, writhing her naked ass as mouths and hands moved over her body. "I love it! God, do I love it! Feel me . . . lick me! All of you, lick me and fuck me and . . . Ohhhh, yes, yes!"
She saw, through filmy eyes, Mark's camera, knowing all of this was being put on film. She didn't care. She writhed and twisted beneath all those teenage hands, her finger plunging into Tammie's slippery cunt eagerly.
"Want some more fucking. Robin?" she heard Mark ask through her sexual fog. "Want more cock and cunt, teacher?"
"Yes, yes!" Robin screamed. "I want more! Give me all those cocks! I want to suck cock, fuck cock! Ohhh, I want to be fucked! Fuck me, all of you . . . fuck my hot, hairy cunt . . . fuck my hot, tight asshole . . . fuck my cocksucking mouth! Oh, God ... I want it so much! Tammie, let me lick your sweet little cunt! I want my tongue up your sweet pussy, baby!"
Tammie straddled Robin's face and Robin gripped the small, tight cheeks of her ass. Her lips pressed hard against the cum-filled pussy, her tongue delving eagerly into it. Her nose was against Tammie's blonde pussy hair. Her dark eyes glowed as she licked and sucked the delicious teenage cunt.
Robin was so excited and so involved in licking her tongue in and out of Tammie's tight little pussy that she was not really aware that the hands had left her. She continued to writhe her naked body on the bench, arching her cunt up and down. She heard the comments of the boys as they stood around her, their words inflaming her already burning mind and body.
"Eat the cunt, teacher!"
"Suck that pussy, Robin!"
"Hot-assed bitch!"
"Cocksucking cunt!"
Robin sucked hard at Tammie's cunt lips, her tongue flying deep inside, tasting the cunt juice and cock juice at the same time, her body once more shuddering as she came and came.
Then she felt warm, slippery splashes on her body. She managed to see what was going on, and found the group of boys were all jacking off, spewing cum down upon her naked body. She felt come juice smearing her thighs, in the dark curls of her cunt, on her tits and belly. Robin mewled with mindless ecstasy as she tasted Tammie's cunt flexing on her tongue, knowing the beautiful little girl was coming against her mouth.
Robin became aware that she was alone. She struggled upright, seeing her naked body smeared with the thick come juice. Her lips felt bruised from the violence she had used eating Tammie's steamy little cunt. Her own cunt and even her asshole tingled and burned in a delicious way. She looked around for her skirt and blouse. Her nylons were in shreds, but still on her thighs. She started to pick up her skirt and blouse, then lay back on the bench weakly.
"Well, well," the voice came to her. "What's this all about?"
Robin looked through hazy eyes. It was the school custodian. He didn't look afraid, nor did he look as if he were going to run out searching help for her. Instead he came to stand next to her, looking down at her naked beauty.
"You're Miss Stone, right?"
Robin smiled up at him, nodding her head. "That's right," she said in a low, soft voice. "I'm Miss Stone."
"What happened to you?"
"I got fucked," Robin giggled. "Fucked gloriously! And I want more!"
"Goddamn!"
Robin reached out and ran her fingers along the front of his pants. "I bet you have a nice cock in there, she murmured throatily. "Would you like to fuck me? I give a good blowjob, you know. I'll suck your cock off, or you can fuck me up my asshole."
"Goddamn!" the man said again, awed.
"Give me that cock, please!" Robin pleaded, writhing her naked ass about. "Fuck me, please! Oh God . . . fuck me any place you want! I love it in my cunt, up my asshole, in my mouth! Just fuck me, please!"
The man, still surprised at his good fortune, began to drop his pants, his cock swelling. Robin pumped it as he settled atop her.
She did not know what had happened to her, could not understand this control her sexuality now had over her. But one thing she did know - there was nothing she could do about it . . .