Chapter 3
Cindy stayed after school - because she wanted to, not because she had to.
She had left Glen Green a stunned but happy man. He would give her whatever she wanted. She would have no more problems with him.
She was having a special session with Doris Pesko, the girls' gym teacher.
They were in the privacy of Doris' private office, a small room attached to the sprawling space of the girls' gym.
Cindy was in her gym suit. She wore a tight white T-shirt with the red emblem of the school printed on its chest.
The emblem was distorted, stretched out of shape by Cindy's lush breasts, which thrust against the fabric, straining the seams.
Under the white cloth, her nipples jutted like pebbles pasted to the tips of her breasts. They were stiffly erect and throbbing with desire.
Cindy wore a pair of red gym shorts. They were very short - the leg openings came to the tops of her tan, rounded thighs.
White ankle socks and expensive jogging shoes provided her footwear.
Cindy sat on Doris' desk. It was an old scarred gunmetal-gray desk, the same dull color as the pair of file cabinets along the tiled wall.
Doris knelt at Cindy's feet. She massaged creamy lotion into Cindy's legs.
Doris was twenty-four years old. Hamilton High School hired her as the girls' gym teacher only two years ago, when Doris had just graduated from teacher's college.
She was handsome rather than pretty. Her athletic body was well developed.
Her hair was such a dark shade of brown that it could have been taken for black. It framed her wide wide face. It was styled in a neat shag cut.
Her eyebrows were dark and arched. She had high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. Her eyes were almond shaped, hazel in color, and looked vaguely Oriental.
Her mouth was full and wide-lipped. Her flesh glowed with a rich golden glow, a bronze or olive complexion, healthy and shining.
She wore no make-up. She did not care for such feminine frivolities.
Her body was straight and trim. It was covered with a long-sleeved white sweatshirt, a navy blue pleated skirt, and socks and sneakers.
Her shoulders were wide, strong. The muscles of her arms had solid definition, a result of the weight-lifting program she followed.
Her breasts were small, high, firm. Her hips were lean. But her bottom was ripely rounded and deliciously curved - the most fleshily abundant part of her body.
The hem of the skirt came just above her knees. Her thighs were round and muscular, her calves were shapely. Rapture showed on her face.
It was late in the afternoon. The school was all but deserted - students and teachers had gone home a few hours ago.
Privacy was assured thanks to the locked door. They were unlikely to be interrupted, but the locked door guarded against a passing stranger or custodian.
Carl, the janitor, liked the girls. Often he would pause to lean on his broom and stare hotly as some teenaged beauties flounced past him.
So Doris kept the door locked - for insurance. She wouldn't want to be caught doing what she did with Cindy whenever she could.
Doris shared a small apartment in town. But her roommate was her lover, and she was wildly jealous, so Doris didn't want her to know about Cindy.
Besides, it made it more exciting to do it in school. Doris had to live a double life, hiding her passion for young girls.
It was stimulating to make love to Cindy right here in the school.
She spilled more lotion on her palms. The white goo was soft and creamy and fragrant. Doris rubbed it into Cindy's thigh.
"Oooh! That's cold!" Cindy shivered as the lotion was rubbed into her flesh.
"I'll warm you up, honey," Doris promised. Her hands were strong and sure as they worked, kneading Cindy's exquisite thighs, rubbing lotion into them.
Doris worked her way up Cindy's thighs. Cindy's long legs glowed with a glistening coating of the oil. Her flesh rippled under Doris' hands.
Cindy got off the desk and stood up. It was delicious for the teenager to look down at the older female who knelt worshipfully at her feet.
A smile curved Cindy's ripe red lips, but did not reach her eyes. No matter what expression played over her face, her eyes were always watchful, alert, probing.
She was a scientist who conducted experiments on men and women, and her perfect body was her laboratory, where she made her important discoveries.
She said, "You want to do a really thorough job, Doris. We mustn't forget to do all of me. There's some parts of me that you missed."
Cindy hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her gym shorts and tugged them down to the tops of her thighs, exposing her pussy.
She was naked under the gym shorts.
Adoration shone in Doris' eyes - so did lust. Her mouth watered at the sight of Cindy's silken bush, of her perfect pink pussy.
She put her hands on Cindy's warm, bare hips. Sighing happily, she pressed the side of her face against Cindy's crotch and nuzzled her bush.
Cindy rested a hand on top of the gym teacher's head. She toyed with the short dark hairs, idly twirling them around her fingers.
Doris pulled her head back. Her hot breath rustled through Cindy's bush. Her pussy lips tingled. Moisture oozed from her membranes.
Before Doris could fasten her mouth on Cindy's pussy for a long hot kiss, Cindy restrained her by pushing her head away from her crotch.
Doris frowned, a wounded look of hurt coming into her eyes.
"Not so fast," Cindy said lightly, loving her power. "I know that you want to get to that part of me, Doris - but not so fast."
"There's another part of me which needs to be all polished up. Do you know what part I'm talking about, Doris? Let me show you."
Cindy turned around, presenting her back and backside to Doris.
She had a perfect heart-shaped ass. The rounded globes were split by a deep cleft. The buttocks were smooth and full and firm.
"That's the part of me that I meant, Doris - my ass. If you want to have any other part of me this afternoon, you better get to work."
"You're so cruel, Cindy."
"You love it." Cindy pulled Doris head to her bottom. Doris pressed her face against the teen's behind, rubbing her cheeks against the ass cheeks.
Doris planted dozens of quick darting kisses on the quivering buttocks.
Cindy held Doris' face pressed to her behind. She looked over her shoulder and down at the gym teacher. Her smile widened.
"With your tongue, Doris - I need a good polishing."
Doris parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. Cindy giggled as the flat of the broad wet tongue pressed down on her buttock.
Her ass cheeks rippled as the tongue slid over them. Saliva smeared on Doris' face. But Cindy had been right - Doris loved it.
Presently a shining coat of silvery saliva covered Cindy from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. Doris' tongue ached with soreness.
"You don't think that you're done yet, do you?!" Cindy pretended astonishment. "You've left the job only half-done, Doris!"
She put her hands on her buttocks and pried the ass cheeks apart. Doris moaned with wanting when she saw Cindy's wrinkled brown rosebud.
"Tongue me inside, Doris - you know how I like it."
Doris knew. She wedged her face between the warm wet ass cheeks. Her lips were puckered. She pressed them against Cindy's asshole.
Cindy oohed and aahed. She leaned forward, thrusting her hindquarters hard against Doris. She rested her palms on the desk for support.
The anal ring quivered when Doris kissed it wetly. Doris flicked her tongue tip against the wrinkled brown folds of flesh, wetting them.
She licked a long loving circle around the rim of the anus, the pressed her tongue tip against the center of the pulsing rosebud and pushed.
Cindy sighed with deep pleasure as Doris shoved her tongue deep into her tight and tiny rectum. She wiggled her hips in arousal.
Her breasts shifted under her thin cotton shirt. She put one hand between her legs and ran her fingertips along her pussy lips.
The combination of stroking her pussy while Doris tongued her ass quickly heated Cindy to the boiling point. She rubbed harder.
She pulled her ass away from Doris' probing tongue. She straightened up, pulled off her shirt, her breasts jiggling as they were freed.
Doris gasped with a sound like someone had punched her in the belly. Wanting Cindy hit her like a physical blow.
Cindy turned around so Doris could see her. "You did that real good." She patted Doris on the cheek, caressing it.
Doris turned her head to the side and licked Cindy's fingers. "Don't get too into that," Cindy said, pulling her hand away, "I've got something better for you to lick. Take off my shorts."
Cindy's red shorts were rolled at the tops of her thighs. Doris lovingly took hold of them and pulled them down to Cindy's ankles.
Cindy stepped out of them. She was now entirely naked except for her shoes and socks. She did not feel like bothering to take them off now.
She sat on the desk. The metal top was cool and hard against her warm, soft buttocks. Cindy spread her legs, exposing her pussy.
Her pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit covered by a mass of soft, sand colored hair. Hunger burned in Doris' eyes as she stared at it.
Doris rested her hands on the tops of Cindy's thighs. Muscles flexed, rippling against Doris' sweaty palms.
The gym teacher put her head between Cindy's legs. She pressed her face against Cindy's crotch. The labia quivered from her kisses.
Doris covered the pussy lips with hot kisses. She stuck out her tongue and licked them, the soft pink flesh rippling under the gliding tongue.
Cindy's pussy lips were as delicate as rose petals. Doris dipped her tongue between the petals to taste nectar. Cindy was wet inside.
Her secretions tingled on the probing tongue of the gym teacher. Doris pressed her lips against the pussy lips and lanced her tongue deeper.
Wet heat seethed around the tongue. Doris licked the slippery membranes.
Cindy put her hand on Doris' head and guided it upward. Doris ran her tongue up along Cindy's pink-lipped slit, to her clitoris.
The clitoris was a dark pink button of flesh, an oily pearl, nestled beneath her sheltering labia. Doris polished that pearl with her tongue.
Cindy's face was creased with pleasure. Her nipples throbbed. Between her legs, Doris bobbed her head as she darted her tongue here and there.
Cindy cupped her own breasts. The breasts nestled in her palms, all smooth and soft, except for the throbbing nipples.
She pinched her nipple viciously. She gasped. Tingling sensations shot from the nipple through her sensitized, breast and through the rest of her.
She could feel those stimulating currents deep in her pussy. She pinched her nipples regularly as Doris continued to tongue her.
Cindy's juices smeared on Doris' face. Heat mounted in her crotch.
Cindy climaxed. She closed her thighs on Doris' head, squeezing it as the convulsive contractions of her orgasm hit her.
Doris could feel Cindy's membranes pulsing against her mouth, which was pressed against them harder than ever due to the squeezing thighs.
Cindy shook and squirmed as she came. She squeezed her breasts so hard that they whitened. The nipples throbbed and pounded.
After some seconds, the fury of the orgasm faded. Cindy sagged in relief, her taut muscles going limp as she slumped on the desk.
Inside her pussy a mass of tingling pleasure vibrated. It shot through her body, making her pulse race and her blood sizzle.
She sighed heavily and deeply. She opened her legs, releasing Doris.
Cindy rested. She got off the desk and staggered across the office. A wrestling and tumbling mat lay in the corner.
Cindy lay down on it. Her sweating body left dark smears on the mat.
Doris crawled to her. She lay down and stretched alongside Cindy. Cindy wrapped her arms around Doris' head and pulled it to her bosom.
Doris nuzzled the breasts. Cindy's nipples throbbed when they grazed the gym teacher's hot wet face. Doris opened her mouth wide.
Cindy cupped her breast, guided it to Doris' mouth, and stuffed the nipple inside. Doris' lips fastened around the bosom flesh as she sucked.
Cindy made no attempt to sexually pleasure Doris, nor did Doris expect her to. Cindy held all the power in this illicit affair.
Later, when Cindy was rested, she sat up, her back pressed against the cool tiled wall, her arms hugging her bent legs.
Her expression was amused and tolerant as Doris bustled around the office.
"You said that you had a surprise for me, Doris - what is it?"
"I'll show you!" The voice of the gym teacher was wavery with eagerness. She had been planning this moment for some time.
Her hands shook. She knelt down by her desk. Around her neck was a lanyard with a silver whistle and some small keys attached.
One of those keys fit into the tiny lock of her bottom drawer. She opened it and took out a box and laid the box on her desk.
The box was the size and shape of a brick. It was made of white cardboard. There was no product label or identifying mark.
"I bought this for us," Doris said. "I really had to nerve myself up to go into one of those places - I felt like everybody knew what I was doing!"
"Come here and show it to me, Doris," Cindy drawled.
Doris hurried over and sat down on the mat next to Cindy. Her hands shook as she opened the lid of the box, revealing its contents.
It contained - a dildo.
It was long and thick and pink. It was shaped like a streamlined, stiffly erect member, with a rounded bullet head and a thick shaft.
Doris studied Cindy's face. Cindy showed no alarm or confusion - she continued to look cool, calm, and collected - as always.
Cindy's smile widened at the edges. She knew what this was, of course.
"A dildo!" Cindy said. "I didn't expect to see that! Tell me, Doris - what do you think that you're going to do with it?"
Doris put her hand on Cindy's bare shoulder and squeezed-it. "I want to make love to you with it, Cindy! I promise it will be good for you."
Cindy took the dildo out of the box. It was made of cool, firm, pliant rubber. Leather thongs were fastened to the base of the shaft.
Cindy said, "I think that you've got a really good idea, Doris - except that you've got it all backward, dear." She patted Doris' cheek.
"Backward?" Doris was puzzled, confused. "I - I don't understand what you mean, Cindy? Don't you - don't you like my surprise?"
"Oh, I do, I do," Cindy assured her in a soothing voice. "It's just that you've got things all wrong, Doris. You're not going to use it on me - I'm going to use it on you!" Cindy pointed the dildo at Doris' shocked face.
"On me?" Doris stammered. "Oh, but you can't! You-"
"Never, ever tell me what I can and can't do, Doris," Cindy said coldly.
"I'm sorry!" Doris wailed. "Please don't be angry with me!"
"Then let's not have any more foolishness." Cindy stood up. She liked to be able to look down at Doris. "Yes, this will be used on you - not me."
"You thought that you were going to fuck me, Doris, but you were wrong. You're the one who's going to get fucked, and I'll be doing the fucking."
Seeing the reluctance on Doris' face, Cindy added, "Of course, you don't have to do it. I can always get dressed and go home. We'll call it a day."
"Cindy, please don't say mean things like that! You know how much I love you!"
"If you do love me, show it with actions, not with words. Talk is cheap."
Doris quietly agreed to all of Cindy's demands. Red spots of blushing color flared up in the gym teacher's humiliated face.
Cindy didn't have any trouble in adjusting the dildo straps to her hip size and fitting it on. She had been on both ends of a dildo plenty of times.
It looked strange, that rigid rod of pink rubber which sprouted from her nubile hips. The dildo straps cut into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Don't bother to get up just jet." Remembering what she had done this morning to bring Glen Green under her sway, she thought of an amusing reversal.
"Stay on your knees, Doris. We're going to pretend that this is a real live cock in front of your face. I want you to suck it and make it wet."
Doris' blush deepened, so that her face burned red. Cindy gripped the dildo and guided it to her lips. Doris opened her mouth.
Cindy giggled as she stuffed the dildo head in Doris' mouth. She was hot with anticipation at this forthcoming demonstration of her power over Doris.
Doris sucked and slurped at the dildo without enthusiasm. Cindy held her head in her hands and shoved the dildo deeper into her mouth.
"Come on, Doris, you can do better than that! I feel sorry for your boyfriends if that's the best you can do at sucking their cocks!"
Doris looked up at Cindy, hurt and tears in her wide eyes.
Cindy grinned down at her. "Oh - that's right, I forgot - you don't have any boyfriends. Just girlfriends. You don't know what you're missing!"
Another idea came to Cindy. She filed it away for future use.
"Okay, that's enough, Doris," Cindy said at last. "It's plain to see that you'll need lots of practice in the cocksucking department."
Cindy pulled the dildo out of Doris' mouth. Saliva oozed on the head and shaft. Strands of it drooled down Doris' trembling chin.
"Up you go, Doris! Stand up, so I can take off your clothes!"
Doris got on her feet. She hung her head in shame and looked down at her feet. She was humiliated by the hold this cruel teen beauty had over her.
Cindy stood so that the jutting dildo would not be pushed aside against Doris' hips. "Take off your blouse, Doris."
Doris pulled off her top garment. Her small breasts were covered by the plain white cups of a utilitarian, unsexy bra.
Cindy unhooked Doris' bra and took it off. The breasts were small and firm, with fat brown nipples and neat roseates.
Doris squirmed and fidgeted as Cindy fondled her breasts. She moaned when Cindy pinched her nipples erect. Cindy kneaded the soft breasts.
Cindy cruelly fondled Doris, inflicting little cruelties on her. pinching her breasts and thighs, pulling on her hair, scratching her.
Cindy asked, "You're not a virgin, are you, Doris?"
"No."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Who was the lucky guy who took your cherry?"
"My brother," Doris said dully. "He raped me when I was thirteen."
That revelation caused Cindy to pause thoughtfully for a moment. "That's too heavy for us to go into now, Doris. We'll come back to that one later."
Cindy asked Doris if there was any lubricant, and if so, where was it kept. A tube of lubricant lay in the bottom drawer where the dildo had been.
Cindy put her hands on Doris' bare shoulders and turned her around. She pressed her palm against the gym teacher's upper back and pushed her forward.
She bent Doris forward from the waist. Doris rested her hands on the desk for support. Her small breasts were firm and stiff-nippled.
"Spread your legs, Doris." Cindy lifted Doris' skirt, exposing her naked ass and her pussy. She bunched the skirt up on Doris' back.
Doris wasn't wearing panties. She had taken them off after school, anticipating that Cindy would mouth her pussy and delight her.
Cindy massaged the lubricant into Doris' pussy lips. They were a dark shade of pinkish brown. The lips were full, warm, smooth.
Shone they shone with a glistening coating of oil - and so did the dildo.
Doris hung her head, whimpering softly as Cindy rubbed the greased head of the dildo up and down her pussy lips, massaging them.
"You don't know how lucky you are, Doris! It's not every girl who can claim that they've been fucked by me!" Cindy pressed the dildo against the labia.
It was a medium-sized dildo. Doris had planned to use it on Cindy. Instead, it was used on her. It pried open her labia and penetrated her deeply.
Doris cried out when the dildo was thrust into her. It was a cry of humiliation, not of pain. She was hopelessly addicted to the delights of Cindy's body.
She knew that there was nothing she would not do, if Cindy commanded it - and Cindy knew it too. Doris would do anything to please her - anything.
As she fucked Doris with the dildo, Cindy was already scheming, planning more humiliation for the gym teacher who was her love slave.
Her humiliated love slave!