Chapter 8
When Robin woke up the following morning, she was immediately aware of a soft throbbing sensation around and inside her asshole. She probed at it gingerly, rubbing lightly. There was no pain, only that tingling feeling of pleasure.
As she showered and dressed for school, she sang softly to herself. She remembered the night before, and wondered just how many times she had come. It was impossible to count. She should feel tired and exhausted, she thought, but all she felt was good. She dressed in a pleated skirt that swirled about her thighs when she walked, and a silk blouse. She went one step further than Mark requested - she left her bra off, too, along with her panties. She wore a garter belt with sheer nylons, because she did not like to be bare-legged. Besides, she knew the erotic effect a garter belt and nylons had.
The silk blouse clung to her tits, outlining her perky nipples, rubbing delicately at them. She liked the sensation, and knew she would go through the whole day teaching her classes with tingly nipples and a hot, bubbling cunt.
Driving to school, she continued to hum and sing softly. She had totally forgotten the pictures Mark had taken of her. Getting out of the car after parking it, she saw Bob standing near the gaudily painted car again, with a few other boys. She waved to him before he lifted his own hand in greeting.
"Good morning, Bob," she said, walking toward the group, smiling happily. "Is that your car?"
"Yep," he said proudly. "You like it, Miss Stone?"
"It isn't my taste in color," she smiled, pleased that he showed proper respect for her before the boys. "I much prefer a subdued effect, like my car."
She turned and started toward the campus.
"You didn't forget, did you, Miss Stone?" she heard him call. For a moment Robin felt a flush of embarrassment, thinking perhaps he had told the boys with him about her panties.
She called over her shoulders, "No, I didn't forget. How could I?" Then she laughed and went on, knowing the boys were watching her.
She could not help the way her ass swayed underneath the pleated skirt, the way it swirled and molded her long, smooth thighs. She heard a soft whistle of appreciation, and her breath caught in her throat.
During the morning classes, Robin was careful to keep her knees close together. She certainly was not going to flash her cunt to every class, no matter what Mark wanted of her. She would flash for him, and maybe Bob, but not to every boy in the damn school!
When the lunch hour came, she started for the school cafeteria, not at all hungry. As she went inside the doors, the loud chatter of boys and girls struck her. She chose a carton of milk and a ham sandwich, then went in search of a place to sit where it would be quieter. "Over here, Miss Stone!" Robin looked around for the voice, and saw Tammie waving at her. She smiled with happiness and weaved her way toward the table. As she sat down, Tammie began chattering away about the upcoming basketball game. Robin wasn't at all interested in basketball, but pretended a show of interest.
"You're going to lead the cheers, aren't you, Tammie?" she asked.
"Oh, yes!" Tammie squealed excitedly. "I lead all the cheers, you know. Are you coming to the game, Miss Stone?"
"I doubt it," Robin said. "I don't care for the game. Football I enjoy, though."
Tammie looked at Robin closely. "You'd like this one, Miss Stone. I think you should come."
"Why would I like this particular game?" Robin asked. "Is it something special?"
"Well, in a way," Tammie said, mysteriously. "I still think you'd like it.';'
"Then maybe I better go," Robin smiled.
"Good!" Tammie gurgled. "You won't be sorry, Miss Stone."
They ate in silence for a while, then Tammie looked around quickly. Leaning over the table, she whispered, "Robin, come with me to the restroom, please."
Robin looked at the young girl. Tammie's eyes sparkled brightly, and Robin felt Tammie was excited about something. She stood up, taking her empty milk carton with her. "Okay, Tammie," she said.
She followed the teenage girl, watching with pleasure how Tammie's cute, tight ass writhed inside the skin-hugging jeans. She recalled how
Tammie's ass looked naked, how her sweet little cunt tasted, and wondered if this was the purpose of going to the restroom. Perhaps Tammie wanted to have her delicious little cunt licked. If so, Robin found herself more than willing - eager, in fact - to tongue-fuck the girl.
By the time they arrived at the restroom, Robin was anticipating the taste of Tammie's cunt against her mouth. But when Tammie looked around to see if anyone was watching, Robin gasped.
"No, Tammie," she said. "Not in the boys' restroom."
"No one is here," Tammie said, taking Robin by the hand and pulling her toward the door. "The halls are empty, as you see. Come on . . . you'll like it."
Reluctantly, feeling fearful, Robin let Tammie pull her into the restroom. A row of gleaming sinks lined one wall, with urinals at the far end. Along the other wall were the stalls for the toilets. Each stall had a door. Tammie pulled her to a stall, and pointed, giggling.
Robin looked at the scrawled printing. "Miss Stone has a pretty ass," it said.
Robin gasped, blushing furiously. "Oh, my God! Who would do a thing like that? Surely not Mark or . . . Bob!"
"There's more," Tammie said, taking her to the next stall. "See."
There was a grotesque drawing of a female, enormous tits, with legs wide. A crudely drawn cunt was between the legs, with curliques of hair around it. Beneath it was the message, "Miss Stone loves to fuck with her hairy cunt!"
"I don't believe it!" Robin said, feeling anger well up inside her. "I just don't believe it!"
"You're seeing it, Robin."
There was another one below the crudely drawn female. This was of a face, supposedly Robin's face. There was a huge, impossible cock penetrating the mouth. Her name was written beneath the chin. "Miss Stone can suck my cock anytime she wants," the badly printed message said.
Robin felt like fleeing, running from the room. Her face burned with embarrassment. Tammie yanked her into one of the other stalls. "There's even one about me," she said excitedly, as if pleased. "See?"
There was a figure of a girl in a cheerleader's costume, with the skirt up, her cunt showing. A cock was drawn between the girl's thighs, almost entering the pussy. Beneath it, this was written: "Tammie fucks, sucks, and takes cock up the ass."
"I don't believe it!" Robin whispered. "I just don't believe it! Wait until I get my hands on Mark!"
"Mark didn't do those," Tammie said. "He told me he had nothing to do with it." "And you believe him, Tammie?"
"He's never lied to me, Robin. I don't know who did these, but I don't really care, either. It makes me sort of excited to know boys like me, don't it you?"
"It terrifies me," Robin said honestly. "Come on, let's get out of her, Tammie. Someone might come in and see us."
Suddenly Tammie shot her hand under Robin's skirt, curling her fingers about the hairy cunt. "Ooo, you don't have panties on, Robin! That's nice ... I like feeling your cunt!"
Robin tried to shove her hand away, but Tammie pressed a finger into her pussy quickly.
"Oooo!" Robin mewled, giving in to the pleasure. "Don't fingerfuck me now, Tammie! What if some boy wandered in here and caught us?"
"He'd have the time of his life, that's what!" Tammie giggled, thrusting her finger in and out of Robin's cunt. She pressed up against Robin, rubbing her jeans-clad cunt on one of Robin's thighs.
We'd suck and fuck the shit out of any boy that came in, and you know it!"
Robin had the sinking sensation that Tammie was probably right. She wrapped her arms about the young girl, writhing her hips as the finger plunged in and out of her wet cunt.
Tammie began to slip downward, slowly, until she was on her knees before Robin. Robin looked down at the sweet face. Tammie ran her hands up
Robin's sleek thighs, then lifted her skirt and shoved her head under it. Robin felt the girl's hot lips kissing at her thighs, the wicked little tongue lapping along the soft, sensitive inner surfaces, going toward her bubbling cunt. Her pleated skirt concealed Tammie's head as she stood there. Her legs were spread wide so Tammie could press her hungry mouth into her hair-lined cunt.
"Ooooo, baby, baby!" Robin whimpered as the tongue shot into her boiling pussy. "God, you tongue-fuck so good! Eat my cunt, Tammie! Suck me off! Lick my pussy, honey, lick it for me! Oooo, baby, I love it! I love the way your sweet tongue sucks and licks my cunt!"
Robin listened to the moist lappings and mewls of pleasure Tammie made beneath her skirt, and her excitement soared with the sounds. She arched her pussy forward, spreading her thighs about the kneeling girl's head. She had to reach out on either side and press against the stall to keep her balance.
The cheeks of her ass clenched tightly as the wicked young tongue darted and swirled inside her soaking cunt. Robin cooed softly, her head thrown back and mouth open as she panted with pleasure. She twisted her ass, grinding her cunt into Tammie's licking, sucking mouth. She felt Tammie's small, hot hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, holding her cunt tight in her mouth. She trembled with ecstasy as she began to come in waves of spasming delight.
"Ohhh, honey, baby! You're making me come . . . with your sweet . . . cunt sucking . . . tongue! Eat me, Tammie! Eat my fucking cunt! Ooooo . . . Ohhhhh!"
Tammie lapped furiously at Robin's steaming, contracting cunt, her tongue delving as deeply as she could make it go. Robin shivered and trembled, her legs becoming weak as she came. She was starting into her second orgasm when the sound of the door to the restroom opened.
"Oh my God!" Robin squealed, closing the door to the stall swiftly. "Get up, Tammie! Hurry, get up!"
Tammie pulled her head from Robin's skirt and got to her feet. Her smooth cheeks were smeared with the juice from Robin's cunt, glistening wetly. She stifled a giggle as they heard two boys pissing in the urinals.
"If I don't get myself a piece of ass soon," they head a boy say, "I'm gonna have to start jacking off again."
"I know what you mean," the other boy said. "My girlfriend cut me off, too."
"Fucking cunts," said the first boy. "A guy just can't figure them out. First they can't get enough and then they get too much. I wish the fuck they'd make up their cocksucking minds!"
"I heard a rumor about this one girl," came the second voice. "I heard she goes down on any boy with a hard cock. I been thinking of giving her a try."
"Hey, man!" the first voice said. "Take me along with you. I go for a knob job once in a while. Is she nice looking?"
"The prettiest cunt in school."
"Who is it?" the first voice asked, his tone excited. "Come on, who is this cocksucker?"
"Tammie."
Robin shoved her fist into her mouth to stop the gasp. Her eyes flew wide as she looked at Tammie. Tammie muffled a giggle, her own eyes glowing proudly.
"Aw, man, you're full of shit!"
"The fuck I am!" the second boy said belligerently. "I was told she gives a good blow-job! Hell, I don't give a shit if you don't believe it." .
"Aw, she's the cheerleader," the other body said, still skeptical. "She's still a virgin, man."
"You don't know much," the other voice said almost sneering. "No wonder you never get much ass."
"She's cute as hell," the voice faded as the boys left the restroom.
"Let's get out of here," Robin hissed, peeking from the stall. "Come on!" Tammie followed Robin from the restroom, giggling happily. "I guess the word's getting around about me," she said.
In the hallway, Robin turned to face the young girl. "Doesn't it embarrass you, Tammie? Doesn't it make you feel ashamed to have the boys talking like that about you?"
"Oh, no!" Tammie giggled, hugging herself tightly. "I love it! I love to fuck and suck cocks, and you know it, Robin. If the word gets out, why, just think of all the boys I can have! Ooooo, that would be nice!"
Robin looked closely at the excited young girl, frowning. "Tammie, you can have any boy you want without all that talk. Think of your reputation."
"Fuck my reputation!" Tammie said harshly. "I love cock, Robin, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. You know how much I love it. And you love it, too! You love to eat cunt and suck cock as much as I do."
The bell sounding the beginning of class came loudly to them. "Wipe your face off, baby," Robin said in a more gentle tone. "You've still got pussy juice on your cheeks."
She turned and started for her classroom, troubled by Tammie's attitude.