Chapter 9
Mark moaned while Wendy kept on whimpering, feeling his cockhead sliding down, down, farther and deeper into her asshole. He eased forward after several minutes passed and he felt the girl's asshole relax around his cockshaft. The girl stiffened at first. Then Mark eased one hand down between her legs, softly massaging her clit and her wet pussy. Slowly Wendy opened up to the big man, letting her legs spread apart more and more. Soon she rolled her ass up to him, rising gently to the pressure and pleasure of his oversized cock. "OHHHHH!"
Mark snapped his hips. She grunted with the shock, the incredible, strange fullness in her butt. The young blonde forgot about how unnatural she had thought butt-fucking was. Mark massaged her pussy, dipping his fingers in her hot hairy hole, rubbing his thumbs over her clit and making her cry out for satisfaction. Wendy went wild, rocking back and forth, begging him to fuck her harder, faster. Then he started toying with her, moving back, drawing that long, fat hunk of meat nearly all the way out. He stopped only when the blunt tip of his cockhead threatened to pull away from her stretched asshole. Then he held it there for a long moment, watching Wendy twist under him, watching her lips move silently in prayer, begging him to drill her with his cock. Then he slammed hard, forward, driving his prick in, burying it to his balls up inside her ass. Wendy could feel his big, tight-pouched balls swaying and slapping noisily against her upraised butt.
Mark fucked and ground his body against her, working so slowly she could almost count between the strokes. Ohhh, how good it felt to have him drilling her with his cock, driving to the hilt into her, holding his cock there, until she wanted to scream out. Then he pulled out once more, slowly, maddeningly, fucking her with such expertise Wendy thought she could never let another man fuck her.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh!"
Slowly he increased his fucking tempo, intensifying the slippery sliding and drive of his giant cock. He fucked harder and faster, rolling his hips, snapping his thighs to intensify the throbbing of his fat cock up her ass. Wendy could have sworn she could feel his cockhead jerking and dancing inside her. The young woman was certain Mark was grinding her insides into hamburger. She was so sensitive she could feel the slightest alteration in the thickness and length and energy of that battering ram.
Mark fucked, then slid one of his bracing hands down to her shivering thighs, rubbing it across her pussy. Ohhh, how he worked those calloused fingers over her clit, over her cunt hole, making her hotter, wetter. She was wetting herself, soaking down his fingers and wrist. She was oozing steadily, feeling the hot wonder of climax settling over her fevered brain. Wendy gasped and cried out, knowing she would come in a few seconds!
Then suddenly the big man stiffened and cried out. He cursed, his heavy muscles tensing while his cock expanded and exploded inside her. Then the shuddering spasm of release shattered the girl's butt. She could feel the lava-like cum spatter in her shitter, scalding her bowels, filling up her gut while the big man pawed her jiggling tits mercilessly. Wendy couldn't stop herself now. She teetered on the brink of orgasm for a second, then toppled over into that unspeakable bright world of sexual release. She pawed the big instructor, clawing him with her sharp fingernails, gagging, gasping, crying out for more while he blasted oceans of .cum into her. She could feel it back washing, oozing around the thickness of his prick, dripping out of her asshole and oozing down into her asscrack. Wendy was coming too, pitching, thrashing, wishing she could have these incredibly wild sensations tearing through her pussy for an eternity!
And then seconds later, they were lying lifeless, still, barely able to breathe. Wendy felt Mark's big muscular body now dead weight on top of her. It limited the girl's ability to breathe normally. But it didn't matter. She was more fully alive and contented than she'd been in a long time. How strange it was for this feeling to happen when she was fucked in the ass! What was there about this odd, strange position? The girl had never considered having sex this way. Of course, Wendy thought, she would never have considered making it with a woman or having dogs lick her pussy either! How this institution had changed her!
When Mark regained enough strength to roll off her, Wendy lowered her legs, cramped from their extension over his body. Jackie was still motionless, her eyes closed while her fingers worked dreamily over her sensitive pussy. Ms. Burns had regained control over herself and was sitting straight-backed in the chair, her fingers folded tightly together while she stared coolly at the naked trio.
"Very good," the older woman said, settling back in her chair. For the first time since they started, all three were painfully aware of the older woman's presence. They blushed furiously. Mark especially was infuriated, reaching over and picking his jockey shorts up from the floor.
"What do you want?" he asked huskily, feeling his male pride injured.
"Why, just what you did," Ms. Burns said, her face registering surprise at the apparently stupid question.
"We're supposed to be your performers, your own private circus?" Mark asked, stepping into his shorts.
Ms. Burns spread her hands apart and arched her eyebrows, smiling in confirmation of his question.
"God," he muttered, defeated. Wendy pushed herself up and watched, wondering if she and Jackie would be allowed to return to their cells for rest. In this short period of time, Ms. Burns and her institution had already worked on her mind. She was ready to obey without question, ready to perform whatever act the older woman dreamed up for her.
"Mr. Laughlin," Ms. Burns said with just a touch of impatience in her voice. She looked at him the way an exasperated parent might look on a naughty child. "If you want to keep your job here . . . indeed, if you wish to teach anywhere, I suggest you learn from these good young girls here and not question me. Now, you're free to go . . . free until I call for you once more."
Wendy and Jackie dressed, leaving Ms. Burns' office shortly after Mark did. The young women said nothing to one another that day or the next. They were almost perfect little machines, their minds numbed by sexuality, by the desire now to fulfill their most dark, perverse dreams. At times Wendy realized that was happening, saw herself changing into a beast whose only desires were to excite her pussy in the most foul way possible. But how could she change? Everything around her prevented her from regaining her sanity. The work was hard and hum-drum. Communication with others was cut to the minimum. Even during visiting days, her parents rarely came. When they did, they said little, looking at her as if she were some kind of social leper. It was little wonder that the girl became obsessed with perverse dreams, perverse desires, wild, unnatural drives that oozed into every crevice of her subconscious!
Days passed and Ms. Burns summoned neither Jackie nor Wendy. The blonde chewed on her nails, thinking about Mark, about Jackie, about the dog! She tried to stop her mind from focusing on those terrible things. But it was impossible! Instead she dreamed of getting fucked, of getting sucked, of submitting to the most foul acts. By the fifth day, the young teenager was almost a howling animal. And yet she didn't dare complain. Ms. Burns' discipline had taught her that much.
Then while at the laundry, Hilda came up to her, bending over one shoulder and whispering into her ear.
"They want to see you downstairs." Wendy felt her flesh crawl with excitment while her pussy heated up and grew moist. Yes, yes, this was it! The young woman could barely stand up. As she moved she felt her cunt lips rubbing together, felt electric sparks flutter up and down her clit. She marched down the corridors, unable to look at her few girls she passed. Some of them, she realized, had to be pitying her. Wendy could hardly suppress a smile. Little did they realize this was something she had looked forward to, something she prayed for the past five days.
"Down there. But, you know the way," Hildo said, pointing to the familiar concrete stairs.
When Wendy and the matron reached the basement concrete bunker, they found Ms. Burns waiting for them. She was wearing what could only be described as an "outfit." Gone was the severely tailored suit or the dressing gown Wendy remembered from that fateful first meeting. "Come in, dear."
Wendy stopped at the doorway once more and saw Bruno sitting at the headmistress' feet. Mark Langhlin was standing to one side. It was going to be another long session of sex play. Wendy felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the door close behind her. Jackie wouldn't be in the way this time. Now she'd have Mark all to herself. Ms. Burns appeared to be interested in taking part herself. She stood quietly by one chair holding what appeared to be a riding crop in one hand. Mark's chest was bare. A pair of faded tight-fitting Levi's revealed his semi-rigid cock pressing against his fly. And Bruno studied her, his dark brown eyes lighting up the moment Wendy stepped into the room.
"Hilda did well to leave us alone," Ms. Burns observed, unfolding her arms. "I've spoken with Mr. Laughlin and he understands me as well as you, dear. He needs this job, and I need him."
Wendy was surprised at this frankness from the headmistress. Ms. Burns adjusted her position, smoothing down her hair with one hand. Reaching up, the older woman slipped the black silk blouse she'd been wearing off her shoulders, revealing a firm set of tits with metal nipple cups on those large, melon-shaped boobs. The high collar of the garment had hidden a studded black leather collar which came down in a point between the swell of her tits. Just beneath the collar, the woman had wound black leather bands around her ribs. These were attached to her leather collar by a thin strand of silver wire, which in turn was attached to a metal ring holding the bands together.
It was grotesque! Wendy would have broken up with laughter if Ms. Burns hadn't tapped one end of the riding crop suggestively against her thighs. Ms. Burns had on high-heeled black knee boots. Wendy watched as if hypnotized, feeling some fear. But the long days of thinking about sex had made the girl so eager for some kind of sexual play, Ms. Burns' strange outfit bothered her little.
She glanced at Mark and saw his cock growing stiff. And she forgot what Ms. Burns wore. She breathed heavily, feeling her nipples swelling and scratching against the coarse material of her shift.
"I'm not going to hide my feelings any more from you, Wendy . . . that is, if I've ever really hidden them. You know how I feel about . . . about things. Well, now you're going to find out exactly how I feel."
The girl noticed Ms. Burns' fingers trembling, the riding crop shaking.
"Sorry, Wendy," Mark added, moving up behind the older woman and sliding his arms around her waist. The blonde teen's eyes widened as she watched Mark dry-humping the woman's ass, moving his fingers over her tits, playing with the metal cups. He covered her nipples with one hand while dropping his other down to her crotch, sliding it under the top of the black leather bikini covering her pussy.
The girl licked her lips watching Ms. Burns shudder. Under the leather material, Wendy saw Marks fingers Working over the headmistresses' cunt lips. Ohhhh, was this her punishment, her fate, to watch someone else have sexual satisfaction while she could only stand there and burn?