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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 02

By: ILienBagby



It had been a busy day. MaryJane Huffman, Mrs. Huffman, was glad to be home. She signaled and turned right into the lot and backed into her parking space. She was tired and happy to be finished with her shopping. She got out of the car, opened the trunk and bent over to gather the shopping bags. She stood up.

"You got the sweetest looking ass in the whole world." 

Damn, she thought, it was Harold's voice. Harold McCarthy. What did he want?

"Very sweet," he said.

"Thank you. Now go home. Leave me alone," Mrs. Huffman said.

She really didn't like this jerk. He had been a student in the English class she taught for graduating seniors at Holy Mother of God High School. He was crude, rude, disrespectful, and inattentive in class. 

"I can't understand why you aren't more nice to me.," he said in his nasal, whining voice, "I was just saying something nice to you.. You bend over in that tight skirt and show that cute booty. So I was just saying."

"Ok, you said it. Now go. Leave me alone."

" I could see the outline of your panties against your skirt. "

"Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to leave? Do you want me to call the police?

"Hey, this is a free country. I can sit here if I want." 

MaryJane Huffman just glared at him. He disgusted her. He was such a jerk. "Ok, sit there. Just don't talk to me any more. Don't bother me."

"Hey, at least let me help you with your packages."

"No, thank you," Mrs. Huffman said. "I can handle these packages myself." She had been to Home Depot to pick up a new faucet set for her bathroom and she was carrying the Home Depot box along with a Save The Earth Recyclable bag full of groceries. She turned away from Harold and started walking towards her building. 

"Why are you being so mean," he shouted after her.

She ignored him. 

She continued on towards her building, entered and continued up to her apartment. That greasy haired son of a bitch. She hated him. She hated his gawky, acne filled face. She hated the way he ogled her, leered at her.

She hated that he was one of the students who had been fucking her since the student Mardi Gras earlier this year. But that was all over now. MaryJane had retrieved the pictures they had of her. The blackmail was over. She put the groceries in the fridge and brought the Home depot box into the bathroom. "Oh, Shit," the thought suddenly hit her, she had left her library books on the passenger seat of her car. "I had better run down and get them," she said to herself. 

She took a hurried glance around the lot as she left her building but didn't see Harold.

As she was bent over, taking the books from the front passenger seat, she heard his voice again. "Yes, M'aam, you sure has the tightest, sweetest ass I ever did see."

She ignored him and started back to the building. 

"I was waiting. I knew you'd be back down to see me."

MaryJane Huffman knew that to engage Harold McCarthy in discussion would be stupid, a big mistake. She continued towards the building.

"You know you couldn't leave it go until you had another look at me." Harold said in that insinuating tone of his. 

She knew that she shouldn't be arguing with this idiot, but she turned around anyway. "I came down to get my books. I forgot them. I certainly did not come down here to catch a glimpse of you."

"Oh yeah. I seen you looking around the parking lot."

"I was not looking for you. Grow up," MaryJane said.

"I only wanted to talk with you about something. That's all."

"Say it," she spit out.

"Ah, you know, I always liked you. I thought you was the best teacher in the whole school. And the prettiest too," Harold said. He had that stupid smile on his face. She hated that smile.

"That's it? That's what you had to say, ok. You said it. Goodbye now"

"See? I say something nice and you just blow me off."

"Harold," MaryJane knew that attempting to reason with this boy was a useless endeavor, worse than useless. "You have no reason to be here. This is where I live. I didn't invite you and I did ask you to leave." Trying to talk sense to this boy was frustrating. "Ok, I let you say what you implied was something important and all you said was more of the lying nonsense you always say. You said it. I heard it. Ok. Leave."

"Jaysus. I just try to be nice and look how you act."

"You were not trying to be nice. You were....I don't know what you were trying to accomplish."

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman."

"Look, just say goodbye and leave, ok." MaryJane was holding the library books in her folded arms against her chest. They were getting heavy. She started to turn back to the building.

"Wait. Please. I really got to tell you something."

MaryJane closed her eyes and exhaled a breath through her mouth. "Ok, say it, but hurry up, these books are heavy." Her back was to her door. She was looking at Harry.

"Uh, it's sort of private. You know."

She looked around the lot they were standing in. "There is no one here, go on. Say what ever it is you need to say so badly. Now!" Her chest was rising and falling with each of the short breaths she was taking. She didn't know if it was anger or what but she was unable to quiet the sound of her breathing through her nose.

"Not here. Stand by your car. You can put your books on the hood of the car," he said, "and we can talk there."

This is so dumb, MaryJane Huffman thought to herself. Why didn't I just leave and go up to my room?

They were at the car and Harold reached over as if to take the books from her hand. He touched the back of her arm just below the shoulder. He held her there. "Stop that," she almost shouted. "Take your hand off of me," she said. Oh my God she thought. She couldn't stand it for him to touch her with this filthy hand. The feel of his hand on her arm sent a shiver up her arm and across her chest. She started to put the books down on the hood of the car, but they began to slide down. She quickly grabbed them and opened the door of her car to put them back on the seat where they wouldn't slide. She felt his heavy hand press against her back just above her waist. She could feel the heat from his hand through the fabric of her blouse. "Stop it!" she said as forcefully as she could. "Don't touch me." 

Why was this happening to her? She couldn't stop taking those short, shallow quick breaths. She could feel the nipples of her breasts harden as they brushed against the material of her bra. And Oh God, she could feel her cunt begin to moisten itself, her labia begin to part, her clitoris start to enlarge, push against its hood. Her legs felt weak.

She forced herself to keep her voice level as she spoke. "That is all. No more. I have things to do. I am going to my apartment. No more talk. Leave right now." Her anger, at herself, at him, made it so hard for her to focus. She glared at him.

Fucking Harold, He just wouldn't pay attention to her. He held his hand open in a pleading gesture. "Just one minute. We can talk in the car. Just one minute. I promise," he said. He took the books Mrs. Huffman had put on the seat and moved them onto the floor. He scooted through the door and sat on the passenger side front seat of the car.

MaryJane stared at him, an exasperated look on her face. What to do? Angrily, she slammed his door closed and moved around to the other side of the car. She opened her door and slid in, closing the door after her. "Ok. We're here. You wanted to talk here. We are here. Talk. But hurry. I have things to do." She stared straight ahead through the front windshield of her car. She was going to put a stop to this now.

Mrs. Huffman felt his hand on her leg. Above her knee. Too high above her knee, just below her hip. He was holding her there, squeezing the soft flesh on the back of her thigh. 

"I told you not to touch me," she said.

Just as she finished saying that, she felt his other hand insinuate itself under her skirt and move against the inside of her thigh. She was too angry to react immediately, and his hand reached all the way up. His hand had slid under the elastic of her panties at the crotch. His finger was brushing against the furry bush covering her cunt and just touching the bottom of her labia. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Hey, I'm not doing anything."

"Get your hands out from under my dress." MaryJane ordered.

"I'm just touching you. It feels so nice and warm there."

"Move your hand," she said.

"You're wet."

Dealing with this jerk was impossible. "Please take your hand away from me. If I'm wet, it's none of your business."

But he didn't take his hand away. Instead, he slipped two fingers into her wet cunt.

"Didn't I tell you to stop that?" 

He injected his finger deeper into her cunt. She couldn't stop her cunt juices from making her even wetter. Oh my God, she thought. What could she do?

His thumb was pressing against her clit. His fingers continued their invasion of her cunt. 

MaryJane put her hand under her skirt and grabbed Harold by the wrist. She pulled his hand out from her cunt and from under her skirt. "Didn't I tell you to take your hand away from me?" she asked.

"Why are you so mean?"

This conversation was going nowhere. "Why are you touching me when I asked you not to?"

"Come on, Mrs. Huffman, you know you love it."

"I do not!" Why couldn't she just slap him, order him out of the car, get him to leave? Why didn't she just get out of the car? She couldn't slow her breathing. "Please. Just say whatever it was that you thought was so important to tell me. And then get out of this car."

He slipped his finger back under her skirt and pressed against her cunt.

"Please, please, stop, stop, stop" she breathed.

He lifted the elastic band at the top of her leg and put two of his fingers into her cunt again.

"Oh, please," she said but slightly separated her legs. She threw her head back against the head rest. "Please, please, please," she said as he began swirling his fingers inside her cunt. "I don't want this to be happening; we have to stop," she said.

"Don't worry about nothing." Harold reversed his hand so that it was palm up and he reached to the front of her cunt inside of her clit. Using his fingers, he pressed from inside her against the bone beneath her clit.

MaryJane separated her knees just a little bit more. Her head was thrown back. Her stomach contracted. The skin on the inside of her thighs felt red hot. His fingers. His fingers, they didn't stop moving.

"No!" she shouted at him. "Stop."

He changed hands. He pulled the hand that had invaded her cunt away from under her skirt but replaced it with two fingers from his other hand. 

Oh, he was just disgusting. She was staring at him with a look of complete hatred. He held the fingers that had been in her cunt next to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Smells good," he said. He put the fingers in his mouth. "Tastes good," he added.

MaryJane Huffman sat back against her seat, her legs spread, her breathing quick and loud. She felt it almost impossible to move. She looked at Harold from the corner of her eyes. He was looking down, intent on his fingers' movement. He looked up and gave her one of his ugly leering smiles. She hated this! She couldn't stop the feeling rushing through her legs.

The sound of a car entering somewhere in the lot snapped her out of the trance she was in.. It was at the far end of the lot from where her car was parked. 

She sat up. Someone might see her like this. She once again held on to his wrist and pulled his hand away from under her skirt. "We have to stop. No more," she said. "I said no more," she raised her voice. She pushed him and his back hit the door on his side of the car.

"Hey, ouch. That hurt," he said.

MaryJane straightened her skirt. She had allowed things to go way too far. But they would end now. "I said no more, and I meant no more. No more. You are a disgusting boy and I can't stand being near you. Leave me alone."

His mouth gaped open. He looked at her in complete surprise.

She opened the door on her side and escaped from the car. Still breathing heavily, she stood outside the car, trying to calm down. When Harold began to exit from his side, she slammed her door shut and began walking back to her building.

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, wait. Wait."

She ignored him. She walked a little faster.

"Mrs. Huffman. Hey, Mrs. Huffman, you forgot your books." He was hurrying towards her. He was carrying the library books she had left in the car.

She was standing with her back to the door of her building. "Here, give them too me."

"They're heavy. Let me carry them up for you," 

"I told you I didn't want anything to do with you. Give me the books."

"I don't get you," Harold whined. A minute ago you were ready to cum from me finger fucking you and now you hate me."

"I hated you then. I hate you now. Give me the books and go away."

"Gee, Mrs. Huffman, I'm just trying to be nice, trying to help you. Let me carry the books upstairs for you. Please."

"Give me the books. Give me the books and go away." The memory of his finger in her cunt made her want to scream. 

"They really are heavy. I just want to be nice. I just want to help," his whinny voice wouldn't stop.

She couldn't stay here arguing with him all afternoon. He was carrying the armful of books. It looked innocent enough. "Ok," she said, "you can carry the books upstairs for me. But that's all. When you've carried them upstairs, you go. All right?" Her breathing started to quicken again, and she turned around to open the door before he could see.

She didn't want to wait for the elevator with him next her, so they headed for the stairs. She could hear him trudging up just behind her. She knew, she could feel his eyes looking at her backside as he followed her up the stairs to her third floor apartment.

They were standing at the door to her apartment. She opened the door and waited for him to hand over the books. 

"Let me carry them in," he said, "They're real heavy."

"Just put them on the table here," she said. She pointed to the end table next to the door. She hated him. She could see his boner tenting his pants out in front of him

Harold put the books down, but before she could say anything, order him out of the apartment, he kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe, pushed her against the door and put his mouth against hers. 

"Stop," she tried to say, but as she opened her mouth, he stuck his tongue inside her mouth. She tried to push him away, but his body pressed against hers. She could feel the length of his prick press against her leg. His hand was once again under her skirt. This time he reached behind and tugged at her panties, pulling them down in their back past the swell of her ass. He was bending his knees up and down, rubbing his erection against her leg. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"C'mon," he said. "Come on, Mrs. Huffman, you know you want it." His prick was pushing against her cunt now. His hand was up against her chest and was rubbing her tits."

"You promised. You said you would leave when you brought the books up." 

"Come on. You can't just stop like this. I'll get blue balls."

"Fuck you and your blue balls. I can't do this anymore. You said you would stop," she repeated. Why, why did she let herself get in this situation, she asked herself.

"Aw, just a little bit. Just a little bit more," he said, his prick pressing against her cunt, his hands brushing against her tits. His tongue reentered her mouth.

She could feel the juices start to run in her pussy again. Her panties were still hanging half down off of her ass. All of this was heading for somewhere and that somewhere was not anyplace good.

Mary Jane pushed him away just far enough so that she was able to grab his wrist. She pulled him into the kitchen and sat him down on the kitchen stool. "Look, let's be calm about this. You promised me you would leave when we got to my apartment. You promised."

"Yeah, but, jaysus, Mrs. Huffman, you're so hot! Damn it. Your ass, when I followed you up the stairs. You can't blame me for wanting to fuck you." He stood up. "Look," he said, he glanced down at the front of his pants where his erection tented through his pants pointing straight out at her. 

This can't be happening, MaryJane thought to herself. "I don't have time. I have too many things to do. Leave," she told him. "Please."

"Come on," he said, just a little fuck."

She looked over at the desk where he had dropped the books. She could have brought them up. They weren't that heavy. "I do not want to fuck you," she said, enunciating every word slowly. 

"You said it," Harold shouted. "You said it."

MaryJane Huffman looked puzzled. "What? What did I say?"

"You said it, Fuck. Fuck you said. Jeff said you never said it. He said you only say,'have sex.' Like you never use that word fuck."

Oh my God, MaryJane thought. Why do I even get in these conversations. 

"Come on, Mrs. Huffman, let's fuck."

She couldn't take anymore of his whinning, "I don't have time. Look. Just go. I have too many things to do."

"I just want a fuck."

"Go."

"Just a fuck. Jaysus, you did all of us just last week at Jeff's cabin."

"That was a mistake. You were blackmailing me."

"Come on Mrs. Huffman, you loved it."

Was there anyway she could get rid of this pest? She had to do something. 

She reached down and pulled on the zipper of his pants. His fly opened. She reached in and grabbed his prick into her hand. It was thin. And long. Purple. 

"Damn you, what do you want?" she said. "Do you want me to jack you off?" She felt disgusted at herself. She was holding his erect prick in her hand. What was she doing? Underneath her skirt, she could feel the elastic of her panties underneath the globe of her behind, pressing against the lower lips of her cunt. She had no idea of what was going to happen next. "Do you want me to jack you off?"

He didn't say anything.

"What do you want to get out of here?" she demanded. 

He still said nothing. 

"Do you want me to give you a blow job?"

He continued his silence but grabbed her hand and led her a few feet into the hallway. "Where's your bedroom?" he said.

Helplessly, she gestured with her chin to the door to her bedroom. He held onto her hand and walked to the room she had pointed out, pulling her along with him. MaryJane wondered if she had made the bed that morning. 

He kicked open the door of the bedroom and she followed him in. 

"So this is your bedroom," he said. Genius. 

He looked at the television set. "You got any porn?" he asked. 

"No," she said. "Look, why don't you just leave? It's late. I have things to do."

"Nah. We're going to fuck," he said. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His skinny chest was totally without allure to her. Below his belly button, his fly was still undone, his prick still standing out from his body.

What could she do? MaryJane unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She watched as he dropped his pants and sat on her bed, taking his boxer shorts off. She sighed, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were still up, covering her bushy cunt though they were down in the back below the curve of her ass. It was sort of sexy, she thought. She kept her panties on. He lay down, stretched out on the bed, his penis pointing straight up towards the ceiling. He was still wearing his socks. She stood where she was at the side of the bed for a few seconds. She took a deep breath. "Ok," she said, but we have to be quick. I haven't got all night." She climbed up onto the bed.

"Suck my prick, first," he said. He pushed himself back, his head against the headboard, to give her more room. 

She bent over and looked down at his prick. She could smell a stale aroma, sweat mixed with a bit of unwashed whatever around his scrotum. "Did you masturbate earlier?" she could detect dried cum on his stomach. 


What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 02



"Nah, that's from last night," he said. "Come on, suck it," he repeated.

She took a deep breath, opened her mouth and dropped her face unto the head of his cock. She wet the tip of the head with her tongue and then opened wide and sank her face all the way down on the shaft until her lips pressed against the hair at its base. Mrs. Huffman began to suck his cock in earnest. Her tongue ran up and down its length. She ran her tongue around his prick's thickness. She inhaled the dank smell from his groin, inhaling deeply, letting the heavy sour smell fill her nostrils and mingle with the acrid taste of his cock in her mouth. She held the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled in her cheeks to create a vacuum around his cock, all the while wildly tonguing his cock. She felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing down, keeping her head down, her mouth against his groin. She sucked hard, working to stop from gagging. 

"You the best, Mrs. Huffman," she could hear Harold saying above her. 

"Mmmmf," she replied, his prick pressing against her tongue, its head at the back of her mouth keeping her from speaking.

"You love it, don't you, sucking cock, I mean." He continued to press his hands down against the back of her head. No, she didn't love it, she thought. It wasn't too bad, but she didn't love it. Maybe she didn't mind it. Maybe she liked it a little. It was doing what she had imagined and thought about doing for years until she had gotten married. Her tits hanging down, her nose full of his reeking odor, she thought she could get a whiff of shit from his ass hole as she sucked away. This was dirty. It made her feel dirty. Used. And it was oddly arousing. She knew her cunt was leaking juice. Her panties were still half on and MaryJane maneuvered her body down on the bed, turning so she managed to press her clit against his leg. That was a little better. She concentrated on her sucking. Her eyes, just inches from his lower stomach, stared at the pimply skin there, memorizing each hair, each fold of the skin. She breathed in the musk odor. It was all so intense. And it was dirty. But she didn't love it. She definitely didn't love it. Well, maybe she enjoyed being proud of how well she was able to suck cock. 

She continued sucking his long thin stick of a prick, bobbing her head up and down, feeling her cunt get wetter, feeling her clit swell in its shell. Yes, you could say she enjoyed it.

Suddenly, her concentration was broken by a sound from above. It was Harold. She had been so intent of sucking his prick that she had forgotten whose cock it was she was sucking.

"Hey, wait up a minute. Hey, Mrs. Huffman, give it a rest for a minute. Let's fuck." But she was in a rhythm now, so she didn't stop her tending to his cock. She kept right on sucking.

He put his hands on her forehead and pushed upwards while he pulled his hips away from her face, freeing his prick from her mouth. 

She stayed as she was, her face now just above his leg. She looked above at his smiling face against the bed's headboard. 

"I'm ready to fuck now," he said. His smile was so ugly. He lay down on his back. His prick, glistening wet from her saliva had grown more stiff while she had sucked it. It was pointing straight up from his body. 

He wanted to fuck? Ok, she wanted to fuck too. she moved up on the bed. What to do? She straddled his body, her legs bent at the knees. She lifted her body and lined her cunt up above his prick, The lips of her labia were already parted, but she used her fingers to open them wider and then she slid her cunt down slowly to swallow his long stand-up cock. She wouldn't admit it, but it felt so good to fill her cunt with his cock. She felt the wet sides of her cunt grip tight on his prick. She moved up and down, pushing with her knees, to engulf his prick and let it up. Up and down, slow at first and then faster as she watched his face. That stupid, smug, satisfied smile stayed plastered on his face. She glanced over at the dresser mirror to her left and saw her own image there. Her face, as it always looked during sex, was slack, untensed, at ease, lost in some far away place. She shifted her body so that his prick hit inside her cunt just below her clit as she moved up and down. Her cunt muscles held his prick tight inside, Her wet pussy lips slid easily up and down. MaryJane felt her orgasm approaching until, with a shudder, it hit the inside of her cunt and spread out from there in a shudder through her whole body. "Oh my God, Oh, my God," she muttered. "Oh my God."

"Hey, You came. You came, Mrs. Huffman."

She didn't answer. She remained squatting above his body. Her cunt was impaled by his prick. She started to move up and down again. Slowly. It did feel good. Below her, stupid Howard began to move his pelvis in rhythm to her movement. Oh, it did feel good, she had to admit to herself. She closed her eyes so as not to see that smile on his face and began to increase the speed of her up and down movements. She began to gyrate her pelvis at the same time, all the while keeping his cock pressuring against her clit.

"Hey, wait a minute." Harold's whinny voice intruded suddenly as she neared another orgasm. What did he want? 

"I want to fuck you," he said. "Get off of me. You lay down. Let me get on top."

She moved off of him and cross the bed. She looked around. For a second she had lost it. Where had she been? Not here. This was her bedroom. She saw the dresser, the pictures on the wall, her clock radio. The television. Oh God, the curtain hadn't been closed. For a second she had been lost in the sex. She had forgotten where she was, who she was with. But it was Harold. She lay flat on the bed.

She felt him next to her. He pushed her head down. She lay there, her arms and legs open. He lay down atop her. His prick slipped into her wet cunt. He began fucking her. 

She lay there. He pumped up and down, his prick down and in, up and out of her pussy. 

Why had she allowed this to happen? She wasn't the boy's whore. Why did she let him push his way into her apartment? Why was she letting him fuck her like this?

Oh, but his prick sent little electric shocks up and down and around the walls of her cunt. Her excited clit jerked in its hood at its own quick rhythm. Oh God, his fucking her felt so good. She couldn't concentrate on anything but on how her cunt was feeling. Maybe she should have been more forceful downstairs. Maybe she should have sent him away. He was such a jerk. This wasn't the first time she was so stupid, the first time she let her cunt do her thinking for her. He was going to tell the others about this, she knew. Oh, and they wouldn't leave her alone either. They hadn't so far but they were going call her, to bother her to come to the cabin again tomorrow. She wouldn't go. She had destroyed the pictures. They wouldn't be able to force her. Oh, she hated feeling as if she was responsible for all of this. Above her, Harold began to quicken the pace of his fucking. Oh, why did it feel so good? She wrapped her legs around his and held her arms around his body, pulling him as tight as she could close to her body. Then, the noises began, the noises that started in her stomach and rose from there to her throat and finally to fill the room, groans, moans, yells, yelps, purrs and loud encouragements. She was such a whore. She loved it. "Come on, young man, pound it to me. Yeah, give it to me. Yes, yes, yes," her voice rang out as Harold continued his labors above and into her. Oh, Oh, she was going to cum again. She was going to come again.

She came again. 

Oh fuck. That one was a good one. It was so good. She was still feeling the shivers from the orgasm she had just had. The tip of her nipple was hot. Hard. Oh boy, her body sure did feel good, She pulled her arms tighter around his body and held him even tighter. She opened her mouth and began to use her tongue to lick the sweat off his chest. It tasted bitter, sweet nectar, so fine. He was fucking her good now, up and down, hard, and quick. Until finally after at least ten minutes like that, he, too, came. 

He rolled off of her and lay stretched out on the bed. Fucked out as much as he was, she lay exhausted next to him, her legs still wound around his thighs. 

Ok, that was good. But it was over. Now she had to get him out of here. But first, she just lay there quietly gathering her energy and feeling her cum-filled cunt so satisfied. 

Harold finally broke the silence. "You know, Mrs. Huffman, you sure are one great fuck."

She was sure he meant that as a compliment. As a matter of fact, she was one hell of a fuck. She realized that. She had really let go. If only he wasn't such a dork. If only he wasn't so fucking stupid. If only he wasn't so scrawny and dirty and just such a jerk. But he was all those things. And he just kept on showing up whenever he wanted and she was unable to send him away. Right now, though, she didn't need him anymore. She raised up on one arm and looked over at him. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, I'd love for you to pose for me. You know, spread your legs, pull your cunt lips open. You'd look great bent over on your knees, ass up in the air. Man I'd love to get some pictures of your snatch to hang on my wall. Your ass too; it's the best."

She wasn't sure if he meant that as a compliment. Pictures of her vagina taken by him was sort of hot in its own dirty way and her clit and twat were sort of tingly at the suggestion; but oh no, she knew what happened last time someone took a picture. It wasn't going to happen again. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, Clay said you got a dildo and a vibrator stashed here in your bedroom. Can I see it?"

He was taking this post coital relaxed mood just a little bit too far. "No you can't see it. And if Clay did happen to see something he thought was a dildo or a vibrator, then he shouldn't have said anything at all. 

Harold had that real wide stupid ass smile on his face. "He told us that you gave him a blowjob in the shower. Could I get one of those too?"

Did any of those boys know how to keep his mouth shut? Did she have no secrets among them? She wondered how Clay knew about the dildo. He must have been peeking around her bedroom while she was visiting the toilet or something. And what right did he think he had to spread the word around about that? Or the shower? She would never have anything to do with any of them again. They couldn't blackmail her anymore. They could not make her. Why had she let her pussy do her thinking for her this time with Harold? He was an 18 year old dolt, and he had just spent the last hour and half fucking her on her bed. And she was pretty sure he would be announcing details of this latest fuck to his pals as soon as he was ought of here. She was so stupid. And he was such a crud. Not even a thank you when it was over, not that she had thanked him.

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, you going to the cabin tomorrow? The guys really hoped you'll show."

"No way, Jose. You guys blackmailed me into having sex last week. They promised no sex and look what happened. No way am I going to go to that cabin again."

"Hey, nobody there would do anything to you. You know, we all think you're the best teacher we ever had. Hey, we love you, Mrs. Huffman. "

"Look," she said. "I let you wheedle your way into this apartment and then when you walk in here, you assault me and we end up having sex. Ok. I don't want to make an issue of it, but it isn't going to happen anymore. Do you understand. No more taking advantage of me!"

"You know, Mrs. Huffman. You know, you can be real mean sometimes except I know you really don't mean it..

MaryJane Huffman couldn't believe it. She was laying naked on her bed next to an equally naked (except for his socks) former student who she hated. She had to get him out of there before he (or she) got to thinking about sex again. She really had to make sure that none of those guys got near her again. 

Oh fuck, he was playing with his flaccid prick and it was starting to get hard again. "Hey, no more," she shouted at him. Time to go. Time for you to get out of here. I got things to do."

Harold was a lot easier to handle after sex. He got off the bed and began to get dressed. He looked around for is clothing, couldn't seem to find it all, but finally got on what he needed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ok, I'm good to go," he said. She, still naked, walked him to the door, refused his goodbye kiss and locked the door after he left.

Mrs. Huffman returned to the bedroom. The bed was a mess. It was all crumbled up. His hair had left grease marks where his head had lain and there was a small pool of cum in the middle of the bed where it had spilled from her cunt. On the floor she spotted his boxer shorts. He had evidently forgotten the underwear in his hurry to get out of there. She picked the shorts up to throw in the hamper or the garbage but, on second thought, decided to hold on to the not too clean boxer shorts. She sat on her bed, thought for a moment, got up, found her dildo in its drawer, and returned to the bed. She lay back down. MaryJane held his dirty drawers to her nose, inhaled its aroma and inserted the big black dildo in her wet pussy. She had to admit it. She was a slut. She pulled the cover over her head. The smell of his cum, her cum, their sweat and his dirty underwear filled her world. She fell asleep with the dildo inside her.

 ********************* Friday evening, Mrs. Huffman was returning to her apartment, when, once again, she saw Harold McCarthy waiting near her parking space. She backed her car in and got out. "Why are you here? What do you want?" she demanded of him as he strode towards her. "I told you that last night was it, the last time. I don't want to see you again. Go away!"

"Hey, wait a minute. No reason for you to get in a big huff," Harold said. "I'm not going to bother you. I just wanted to know if you was going to the get together at Jeff's lodge."

"Dammit, I told you yesterday. I am not going. I do not want to have anything to do with any of you anymore. Nothing. Nada. Finished. Go."

"You know, Mrs. Huffman, you don't have to be so mean about it. I mean, the boys were really looking forward to seeing you again. They had a big surprise planned for you when you got there. You know we all think you're the greatest, the best teacher we ever had. We love you."

"Yeah, a big surprise, I bet. Look, I am not interested in any big surprise they had planned for me. I am not interested in seeing you or them ever again. I definitely am not going to go to their get together tonight. So go right now. Leave. Leave me alone!" MaryJane was adamant about this. She was not going to let her libido take over and make her do stupid again. 

He just stood there.

"Did you hear me? Leave. Get out of here. Don't bother me anymore!" 

Harold looked at her with the most woebegone expression on his face. 

"What, what is it?" she asked.

"I don't know how to ask," he said.

"Well then, don't," and she turned around and started to walk away from him and towards her building.

"Wait. Mrs. Huffman, please. Wait just a second."

She knew better than to respond to his plea, but she turned around anyway. She looked at him. She waited for him to say something.

"I need a big favor," he finally blurted out.

"A big favor? Well, I am not the person to do you that favor. But ask anyway," she added. She was curious.

"It's not such a big favor. And you owe me anyhow," he said.

"I owe you?"

"Yeah. I got home late last night and my dad was really pissed. And he wouldn't let me have the car tonight. And I need a ride to the cabin."

"What has that got to do with me?"

"Well, it was sort of your fault I was late," Harold answered. "And I sort of thought that maybe you would be going to the get-together at the cabin. And I thought that maybe you could let me ride along."

"I told you I wasn't going. Now leave me alone."

"Aw, I really do need the ride," he said. "It's our last get-together. We're all going away to college after the summer. We won't be seeing each other anymore. Please."

"I don't care. I told you I wasn't going. I am not interested in seeing any of you. Not for this get together or for this surprise or even at any other time. So just get out of here. Leave! Let me be."

"Gee, Mrs. Huffman. This is my last chance to see the guys. You were alright with me last night. I mean, you did get off. Plenty. And you do sort of owe me for that."

She just glared at him

"Well, maybe just a little bit," he said. "Ok, maybe not. But, please, Mrs. Huffman, I really do need the ride. It's only maybe a half hour. Please."

"I did tell you I didn't want anything to do with anyone of you again, didn't I?"

"I really need the ride. I'm really desperate. Please."

MaryJane Huffman knew she needed to just turn around, go to her building, and forget all about Harold, his friends and the 'get together.' But, she didn't know why, she didn't turn around. 

He saw his chance. "I promise. I swear on my mother. I swear to God. I promise, I'll never bother you again. Just this once. I'll never come here to your place again. I'll be good. I swear. Just, please, give me this one ride. This one time."

Could she be as dumb as she was thinking of being? She really didn't want to give him the ride. She didn't want to be anywhere near the rest of the boys and their innocent get together and their surprises.

She hoped she wouldn't be sorry. "All right. You promise. You swore on your mother that you would never bother me again. Ok, I'll give you the ride. But I am not going to go in there. Just a ride to the cabin. That's it. I will not be going in. Do you understand?

"Yes, yes. I understand. Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mrs. Huffman. I'll owe you forever."

He got into the car. She got in on her side, started the car and began the drive to the cabin. Neither said anything. Finally he opened his mouth. "Ok if I put on the radio? It's boring without talking." She hit the button. NPR came on. "What's that," he said. "Jesus, you listen to that?" She shut the radio off. He gave her a sideways look.

After a while he spoke again. "You can get there a little bit faster if you make a turn at the next stop sign." 

"This way is fine," she said. Her voice was terse. 

"Ok, but a left at the sign would save at least five minutes."

She didn't say anything but, at the next stop sign, she turned left. "This better be quicker," she said.

After a minute or so on the quiet back road Harold spoke. "Remember we came here one time. Behind that church. I ate you out."

Oh my god, she should have remembered before she took the term. 

He put his hand on her leg and she began to shake. "Stop that. I can't drive when you do that. Take your hand away from me!" She had to swallow. Her quick breathing began again. She felt her knees shaking. Why did being next to this stupid boy in a car make this happen to her. She felt dizzy. His hand remained on her leg. She picked his hand up away from her leg. "Please, don't do this to me. "

"What did I do?"

"Just keep your hand off of me. If you touch me again, I swear, I, I'll turn this car around and just take you back to where I found you."

"Jeez, Mrs. Huffman," he said. He put his hand on her shoulder.

"That's it," she shouted. MaryJane Huffman hit the brakes. The car swerved, nearly ran off the road. Her whole body was shaking. Right ahead was an empty driveway and she drove for it, turning into it. Oh, God, did nothing ever go right for her? It was the driveway for the old church. It was the same place she and Harold had had sex before. 

She stopped the car. Her breathing was the only sound in the car. She was afraid she was going to cry. He put his hand on her arm. "Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Huffman, Jesus, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you so upset." Sitting sideways in the front seat of the car, he folded her body into his arms.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 02



His arms around her, Mrs. Huffman, breathed air in heavy gulps. She couldn't stop shaking. Why was she such a slut? He touched her and her nipples got hard, her cunt juices began to flow, her clit tingled. 

"Shhhh. Shhh. Take it easy there." He was holding her and he was tapping her lightly high on her back. "I'm sorry. It was just..."

"Don't say anything," she said. "Just be quiet."

He continued to envelope her in his arms. He continued to gently tap her back. "It's ok, everything's ok. Just take it easy Mrs. Huffman."

"Shut up," she said.

He shut up and continued to hold her. Slowly, the shaking of her shoulders stopped. It was quiet in the car. Harold slipped his hand from her shoulder. He waited a few seconds. Then he moved the hand and put it on her leg. She didn't say anything. He gently patted her leg at the thigh. She stayed silent. He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. Still, she said nothing. 

"Mrs. Huffman...?

She remained quiet.

What the hell, he thought. "Mrs. Huffman, why don't we move the car.You can park behind the church. It's more quiet there. You can rest and then we'll go."

"You planned all this, didn't you? You planned to get me here behind this church. You planned it all to do more sex."

"No. No, Mrs. Huffman. I swear. I just wanted a ride."

She turned the key and started the car, moving it to the end of the driveway and then behind the church. She let the motor idle for a moment while she made up her mind and then turned the motor off. She leaned back in her seat. 

"Why am I such a slut?" she asked. 

"What?"

"Nothing. It was a rhetorical question." 

"Whatever," Harold said. He truly hadn't planned this. He had planned something. But it wasn't this. "You aren't no slut," he said quietly and slipped is hand underneath her dress, patting the bare skin of her thigh.

"Yes I am," she said. "Why else am I here like this?" She parted her legs.

"Hey, you're a great teacher and a nice lady." He slipped his hand further until it was under her ass. He pushed up with a slight pressure on her ass. She lifted her ass off the seat. With his other hand now under her dress too, he pulled her panties from her waist. She put her ass back down on the street. He pulled her panties all the way down and off of her leg as she lifted her feet to help him. He shoved the panties under his seat. He brushed his open hand against her pussy. 

She was totally calm now. This had happened once before with Harold. In this very same place. "Do it," she said.

"What?"

"Do it, I said. Suck my cunt. Do it."

Harold McCarthy couldn't believe his luck. Well, he could believe it. He lifted her ass off the seat and moved her dress up past her pussy, He bunched it up around her stomach and bent his head down to begin his sucking of her cunt. He started on her slit and moved up to her clit with is tongue. He felt her move the dress down so that it covered his head as he sucked away. She was wet from her own juices and from his saliva. He stuck his tongue into her cunt. It tasted good. He felt her hand on the outside of her dress on top of his head. She leaned further back and spread her knees further apart. He was now using his fingers as well as his tongue in her cunt, at the labia and over her clit. He could sense that with her free hand, she was teasing her tits. He wanted to look out at her but she had closed her thighs around his head holding it tight against her cunt. She didn't say anything. He was unable to say anything, his mouth being engaged at her cunt. Finally, he didn't know how long it was, but it was more than a little while, finally, he felt her suddenly press her cunt up against his face. He felt her whole pussy sort of tremble and he heard from above a soft moan escape her throat. She had come. She took her hand away from the top of his head. She opened her thighs more. He lifted his head up away from her lap. She took a wad of tissue from the dispenser, dried her pubic area, threw the wad of tissue under her seat, pushed her dress down and sat down.

"Shall we go?" she said and started the car. 

She drove back down the driveway and continued on the road towards the cabin. "You know, if I were one of you guys, I don't know that I would want to have anything to do with someone like me. I'm a worthless slut."

She didn't say anything else the rest of the way. He was quiet too. They arrived at the cabin. "Ok, get out. You're here," she said. "We are here at the cabin."

Harold pushed down on the door handle to open the door. "Hey, Mrs. Huffman, come on. Why don't you come in with me? Just for a minute. Say hello. Come on, the guys will really appreciate it. It won't be nothing."

"Yeah, go in there so that you'll all be able to have your way with your slut." 

"Hey, it's not like that. We really think you're fine. Come on in with me. For just a minute."

"Just a minute?"

"Just a minute."

"Ok. Ok, but don't try anything to make me stay longer." She opened her door. Harold had a huge smile on his face as he got out of the car on his side. They walked to the cabin together. I'll stay just a minute, MaryJane thought to herself. She still wasn't sure that she wasn't doing something very stupid, going into the cabin along side of Harold. Well, it was too late now. Harold knocked on the door. The door opened and they walked in.

They were all there, the same group as was there last week. The first thing she heard was the cry, "Hey, Mrs. Huffman is here." The cry was immediately followed by more greetings, "So glad you could make it." "We knew that Harold would be able to convince her to come." Did she hear something snide in that last comment? No, it was her imagination. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, sit down. Do you want a beer?"

She sat on the couch. "No beer. I'm just staying a minute or so."

It was Clay Fenner, Clay of the dildo reporting, who looked away from her and turned to Harold. "Harold," he asked, "did you get it done?" 

"You bet ya, I got it done. Am I the man or what?" he said.

MaryJane didn't like what she was hearing, and how it sounded. She stood up. "Hey, thanks for everything. I have to be going home. I just wanted to say goodbye to all of you my old students. But I do really have to leave." She started for the door. 

"Wait. Wait. Just a minute," Jeff Bannon said that. "You can't go right now, We got to settle the bet first."

"What bet," MaryJane asked, "What bet?"

"With Harold," Jeff said. MaryJane didn't like the look on his face, the smirky grin as he said that,

"What bet?" she asked again. 

"Tell her." That was Clay again.

Harold finally spoke up. He looked at her, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "It was just a joke, Mrs. Huffman. I didn't really think it'd happen. It didn't mean anything."

Oh shit, she thought. This wasn't anything good, she thought. She should never have come in here. "Ok, what was the bet? Spit it out."

"It was just a joke. Don't be getting mad," said Harold.

"WHAT WAS IT? Say it." She was getting mad.

"Tell her already," said Clay.

"I bet that I could get you here and without you wearing panties." At least he hung his head down as he told her, 

Her face turned red, whether from embarrassment or because she was angry, she didn't know. She just stood there and looked straight at him. Had she really believed that she had established some sort of rapport with him in the car? Was she that stupid? That much of a slut?

"Did he do it? Did he win the bet?" asked Jeff

She hated them. All of them. Low lifes. She looked directly at Harold. "You told me you were desperate. You cried begging me for a ride. I hate you." She turned away from him and towards the rest of the guys in the group, Jeff, and Francis, and Clay. Augie and Buck too. 

"Yes, he won the bet. You wanted to know." She glared at each of them. She lifted her dress all the way up to stomach height and did a slow pirouette, her hairy cunt, pantyless, on display for them all to see. 

The end.

Thanks to all who commented last week.

More, much more to come of this saga. IF there is enough interest!



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 03



Two seconds following where we left off on chapter 2:

There she was, surrounded by six of her former students. She was holding the hem of her dress up so that her unshaven hairy cunt was exposed for all of them to see. She pirouetted, grabbed the side of the hem, lifted it, and proudly displayed her globular, gym-hardened ass for their inspection. "Like what you see?" she asked.

MaryJane Huffman, Mrs. Huffman, wondered why she was doing this. What was the point? They weren't seeing anything they hadn't seen before. She hadn't completely made up her mind, but she didn't doubt that as far as she was concerned they'd be involved in some hot sex with her before the night was over. She had fucked each of the boys right here in this very same cabin just one week ago. She had been cunt-sucked by one of them, Harold McCarthy, less than an hour ago in her car. Her cunt was wet. Her mouth was hungry. 

Right now the boys didn't know what to do. They hadn't expected this, Mrs. Huffman showing them her cunt, acting like a slut. They had figured that they would have to argue and plead and maybe even get a little rough before they could get to fucking their former teacher at Amazing Holy Mother High School. She lowered her hand and separated her pussy lips. She was showing off the pearly pink inner walls of her cunt. She was eager for sex, hungry for cock and cum. She had been blackmailed, cajoled and even semi-forced into having sex with them before, so it wasn't her fault, the sex. But deep down she was aware that this is what she wanted. She wanted to be fucked! And she wanted them to know it!

Jeff Bannon, whose parents owned the cabin, had let his mouth go slack. He looked like he did when she described the difference between a preposition and a subordinating conjunction in class. Clay and Augie were staring, their eyes agog. They always had trouble assimilating new facts. 

And then there was good old Harold McCarthy who had kindly sucked her to climax in the car those minutes ago and who had removed and hidden her panties in the car. He was sporting that usual shit eating grin on his acne spotted face. The jerk had his hand deep in his pocket, cradling his balls. His prick pressed against the fabric of his trousers, tenting it out with promises of pleasures to come. Last night she had given him the best cock sucking of his life, not the first she had given him, but, by her estimation, the best, She had also fucked and been fucked by him, and had done real well at that too, she thought, at least if the quantity and quality of the orgasms was the test. 

Someday she would find out his secret. Was it his not-too-well washed body? Maybe his oily hair? Perhaps his scrawny build? Certainly it wasn't his gift for clever conversation? What was it about him that unfailingly got her primed to fuck, to suck, to get sucked, to smell and to taste and to press naked body to naked body.

But right now was right now. She had told them she would only stay for a minute, just long enough to say goodbye. But she didn't doubt that her stay would last much longer. She had raised the testosterone level in the cabin to a level too intense to be denied.

This was their last get together at the cabin before her former students dispersed and went off to college and, because they no longer had the pictures to blackmail her (she had recovered them last week), she wasn't here in a position so that they could force her to get fucked. She was here, as far as they were concerned, only because of Harold McCarthy's nagging. 

She dropped the hem of her dress, decent (or relatively decent) once again. "You guys think I'm the worse whore in the world, don't you?"

"Hey, no. You were the best teacher we ever had," said Jeff.

"We loved you. You are so hot and we learned a lot in your class." That was Clay Fenner who she thought a good enough human being until she discovered that he had revealed her ownership of a vibrator and dildo to the group, and also told them of the blow job she had given him in her shower. 

"Yeah, you're not such a whore. Milly Alito, now she was a whore, a real slut. She fucked anyone!" Those comforting words came from Harold. The same Howard who had nagged her into attending this get together tonight 'for just a few minutes.' 

Maybe she was a slut. Maybe she wasn't. Did it matter? For the past more than two months, she had been fucking and sucking these boys singly, twice in pairs and last week as a group. At the moment, she could feel her cunt lips still damp and open from Harold's sucking and from her own secretions. 

She did not like these boys, didn't like them at all. They were crude, rough, and disrespectful. They weren't even the greatest fuckers. They got hard easy, but their technique after that left much to be desired. 

"Boy's I'm leaving right now."

"What?"

"I said I was leaving right now, but you needn't have a cow about it. I am not going anywhere. I want to go to my car. I've got to think about things. I need to be alone to think, to clear my mind. Ok? I'll be back in a little while and tell you what I figured out to do. I'll be in my car. I'm just going to think. I need to be alone, so don't any of you come out to bother me. Ok?" MaryJane didn't give them a chance to argue or stop her, she turned around and just walked out of the cabin.

In the car now, she detected a whiff of her pussy smell. Her juice had run while Harold had sucked her cunt. But she didn't open her window. She wanted the quiet and the privacy so she could think, and the smell was not unpleasant. 

A week less than three months ago was when it had started with the boys. It had only been four of them at the beginning. 

It started at the school's Mardi Gras celebration. She had been a semi-chaperone. The boys had been staying at a motel a few blocks from her hotel. She knew when she was hanging out with them at their room that she ought probably not be doing that. They were drinking alcohol. She could smell that they had smoked some weed before. She was getting drunk and she was sure that they had spiked one of her drinks with something. But, although she knew she shouldn't be staying, she did. She was only human. She hadn't slept with anyone, had sex with a person for close to three years before that evening. She had had sex only one time in two years before that. After scumbag Martin had divorced her she had stayed away from any relationships. 

She had always liked sex, but, discretion being the better part of valor, she had managed her celibacy ok. The school was in a small town and, well, the few men who had come on to her had been either married or too something wrong. The cop who had been the last person she had slept with had scared her. She had been faithful to Jackson, her dildo, and Bud, her vibrator, until that night with the boys.

That fateful Mardi Gras night she had stayed at the boy's room. She was their teacher. She could control them and she wasn't likely to get involved emotionally with any of them. When she realized pretty soon that night that things were getting out of hand, she didn't worry too much. If she was going to have sex, it might as well be with these boys and it would be their fault not hers. 

MaryJane put her hands on the car's steering wheel. It was nice and quiet in the car. She stared straight ahead through the windshield. It was a clear night. The stars were out. She felt at peace (and a bit horny too) as she continued to think about what had happened, what they had done, what she had done that night. She had been pretty obviously three sheets to the wind gone that night. The boys had been getting quite inappropriate. They were telling all sort of exaggerated sex tales. They touched her on the knee, the shoulder, much too often. She had touched them too. In an innocent way, of course, yeah. The smell of sex, of their testosterone, her cunt juice filled the air of the room. There had been too many personal questions and too many awkward pauses when they or even she didn't know exactly what to say or do. Everything was obviously just a prelude to sex. 

But what the hell, she had been horny. Shit, she had been horny for two years. If what would happened was what she thought would happen, well, at least she would have an excuse. She was drunk. She was drugged. They took advantage of her. 

She would have had an excuse, but she would get fucked. Their pricks would slide into her cunt. She would feel that beautiful slickness inside her as the walls of her cunt gripped their hard pricks. She would feel their warm bodies on hers. She would see those erect dicks all around her. She would feel their cum splash inside of her. Pricks would fill her. She would taste them! Oh, how she needed a good fucking she thought that night as the dirty talk, the drinking, and the touching continued. Their boners were all so evident poking through their pants anytime anyone of them stood up. She could smell their excitement and she wondered if they could smell the odor from her by then sodden cunt. 

She was their teacher and she would be able to control things. That was her main thought that night three months ago.. That was why she stayed in their motel room.

She didn't stop things when their touches lingered. She didn't stop touching them. She remembered putting on an innocent look when she jokingly put her hand on their pricks in an innocent game to see if she could judge size through their pants.. It had taken some time, but finally, after she began to act groggy and muddled, they had begun taking off her clothes to 'make you more comfortable.' They had totally stripped her naked so that 'we could put you to bed.' Even after she was naked and lying spread out and open in their bed they had taken some time. She could hear them arguing until, finally, they had begun, tentatively at first, and then with gusto to fuck her.

MaryJane's reminiscence had calmed her. Those memories had also aroused her. What to do now? She had to decide. She appreciated the silence. She was not wearing panties, so she felt free and more excited. She could think slutty. 

She had just about concluded that she would go back to the cabin and get a grand fuck fest started when a tapping on her driver's side window woke her from her reverie.

Who else? It was Harold of course. She had asked them not to come out to the car, but Harold wasn't exactly the greatest at following rules. She gave him a dirty look and with a shake of her head signaled that he should walk around the car to enter the passenger side. 

"We were wondering if you were going to come back in," he said as he slid into the car and sat in the seat. 

"Didn't I ask you not to come out to the car," she said, "Didn't I tell you that I had to think?"

"Ah, why do you always get so angry at me?" he whinned. 

"Because you're such a prick," she said.

"Why do you always say that to me?"

She turned sideways in her seat and stared at him. "Did you tell all of them how you sucked my cunt when we stopped behind the church?"

"What? Why do you ask me that?"

"Did you tell them all about last night in my apartment?"

"See, Mrs. Huffman, you always think that I'm a bad person. You always get angry at me."

"Did you?"

Harold got that sly look on his face as he calculated whether he could get away with a lie.

"Maybe I told them just a little. Just a little bit."

MaryJane looked him straight in the eye. "You are a despicable person, you know? You have absolutely no respect for me or, really, for anyone. You're a liar. You don't wash as often as a person should. Did you bathe when you got home after we had sex last night?"

He looked sheepish.

She grabbed his cock. He still had that hard on tenting his pants up in the air at his crotch. "For all of your shortcomings....all of them, you know, you're the best fuck I've ever had. You give great head too. I really don't like you, Harold, but what amazes me is that I really do enjoy having sexual congress with you."

"What?"

"Sexual congress. Fucking to you. You get me off Mr. McCarthy. You fuck good."

Mary Jane Huffman was surprising herself with her talk. But she had come to a decision. She had really gotten off having sex with the group. She had cum as often in the past three months while doing sex with them as she had in all her life before, including the sex with her husband. And, she admitted to herself, she needed the sex. It made her feel good. It eased her body. It quieted her brain. It scratched the itch.

He looked at her for a long time, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth or just playing with him. Well, she was still holding on to his cock. "Mrs. Huffman, you fuck good too," he said. "You're the best fucker I ever done it with. And you suck my cock good too."

"Better than Milly Alito?"

"Yeah, a whole lot better." He looked at MaryJane with a puzzled expression on his face. "You study that? I mean, they learn you about cock sucking in college?"

MaryJane was still holding on to his prick. She had to resist what was a growing urge to pull it out from his pants and take the foul smelling, sour tasting dirty fuck stick into her mouth. Jesus, why did he do this to her?. Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples taut. Her cunt juice was flowing and her clit was tingling.

But she wasn't going to do him, not in the car. She had decided what would happen when she returned to the cabin. "Let's go," she said and got out of the car. 

The boys were sitting around drinking beer when she and Harold walked into the room.

They all turned and looked at her.

"I decided to stay and give you all a proper goodbye," she announced. They weren't totally sure what it was that she meant by her announcement. They waited for more. "Are the sheets on the bed clean?" she asked.

Augie and Buck got up and hurried into the bedroom. MaryJane began to unbutton the top of her dress. When they returned from the bedroom and announced that the sheets were fresh, she had dropped the top of her dress and removed her bra. By the time they had finished describing the state of the sheets on the bed, MaryJane had removed her shoes and let the dress fall to the floor. 

She held her hands up over her head and stretched. She spread her legs and puffed out her chest. "This is the body you are all going to fuck," she told the assembled crew, You are going to enjoy it. And I will too. We follow some simple rules. So, all of you, listen up."

She had their undivided attention. If she had never been this commanding in the classroom, all of them would be going to Harvard now. 

She was feeling good. She had been thinking since Harold had come to the car and her thinking had helped her decide on a program for the night. She had wondered often about rape, about its sexual aspect. It wasn't exactly the fulfillment of a fantasy, but it was close enough to a fantasy that she had visited many times over the years. She was going to get fucked......good! She was going to get fucked....hard! It wasn't going to be rape, but it would feel as if it was. She guessed that it would be in the nature of an experiment, a discovery, a finding out of something she had thought about.

"I'm going to lie down on those clean sheets. One at a time, you boys will enter the bedroom to have sex with me. One at a time. We will have privacy. One of you will come in and close the door and we'll begin the sex. When that boy is finished, he'll leave and the next can come in. One thing, I will lay in bed, but when you come onto the bed, I will not let you fuck me." 

She stared out at them. She had their full attention.

"Even though I will not willingly allow you to fuck me, you will force yourselves on to me. You can wrestle, hold me, use your weight. No hitting, punching or slapping. It will be like a wrestling match. You will enter me even though I am resisting. Are there any questions?"

Francis Locanni raised his hand.

"Yes Francis, " she called on him just as if they were in her classroom.

"Can we like tie you down. You know, with rope or something?

Mrs. Huffman thought about it for a moment. She visualized the scenario. "No," she said finally, "you can overpower me with your strength and weight only." She looked at them.

"Good question, Francis. Any others?"

"Yeah." Buck Mulligan had raised his hand. "Who's first? Is there a special order for us to get to fuck you?"

Her clit was swollen and needing tickling. Her juices were flowing. All her body's nerve endings were on alert. Talking to the boys while she was naked and their big and ready boners were poking against their pants was tremendously arousing. Tremendously! "You decide on the order," she said quickly. "I think we are ready to start." "Harold will be the first." She took his hand and led him into the bedroom, closing the door after they entered. 

"Wow, this is really cool," Harold said as MaryJane Huffman lay down on the bed, her legs open, her arms outstretched. He began to shed his clothes. His pants, his shirt, his underwear were on the floor. He was naked. His prick was attention.

As soon as he got onto the bed, MaryJane closed her legs, folded her arms at the elbow and held her hands palms up in front of her tits.

"What the?" Harold exclaimed.

"You're going to have to force me, crud face," she said. Oh jeez, her cunt juice was flowing like never before. It was nearly a torrent. He acted so suddenly, she wasn't quite ready.

He forced his knee between her legs and managed to spread them apart despite her best effort to keep them together. She felt his hard cock against her stomach as she struggled with her hands to push him off of her. He grabbed her hands and got them over her head. He held both her wrists above her head with one of his hands. She was unable to free them from his grip. She hadn't known he was this strong. Now both his knees were between her legs and were pushing them apart. He was on top of her. His body was pressing against hers. She continued to struggle, moving her body from side to side, trying to free her wrists from his grip, trying to push her legs closer together, but she was unable to gain any leverage. His bony, rock hard prick was pressing against her vulva, lying between the spread lips of her cunt. She was breathing hard. She could hear him breathing. Good, she was making him work for his fuck.

Everything was happening in silence as each struggled against the other. She could feel her breasts heaving from the exertion. She could feel his prick begin to find the entrance to her vagina. Her juices were gushing. Suddenly it slipped in. His prick had located the opening and had slipped in to her vagina. It was all the way in and he was pressing hard, his crotch against hers. It was simulated rape, but it was really getting to her. She was aroused. She was ready for him to begin fucking her in earnest.

She tried desperately to get her hands free so that she could massage her clit, but he was holding her wrists above her head too tightly. She could feel the bone at the base of his crotch pressing against her bone there. The bottom part of his prick's shaft was in contact with the top of her cunt just below her clit. She needed to touch there. She tried with all her might, but she couldn't free her hands. She needed to touch her clit! 

"Letme go, let my hands go," she shouted.

"Fuck you, Mrs. Huffman," he replied. He was pressing his hips against hers, burrowing his cock as\deep into her cunt as he could get it. 

"Let my hands go," she was pleading with him now.

"Fuck you," he repeated. "You wanted to get fucked and you're getting fucked."

"Let my hands go," she was demanding it now. She had to touch her clit. It was swollen like she couldn't remember. It was twitching in its hood. It needed to be touched. "I said to let my hands go," she was insistent.




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"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" he repeated. He was pounding her cunt now, his prick in and out of the soaking wet hole as quick as he could make his hips go. "I am going to fuck you forever," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck your cunt. I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you over and over." He continued to slam his prick into and out of her cunt.

She had to rub her clit. HAD TO! She was so close to cuming. She needed to touch her clit. Her cunt was on fire, her tits swollen and her nipples hard as needles. "Please," she was crying now, "please let my hands free. Please, please, please." 

"SHUT UP," he yelled at her without warning. "Shut up, you cunt. I'm the boss now and I want to fuck you. You hear?"

She nodded.

"I'm going to fuck you, and I'll let your hands go when I want." He raised his head and stared down at his former teacher. "I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you and fuck you," he said to her. He wasn't smiling. "You know, you were always so bitchy to me. You were always putting me down. But now you are going to be my slut, my fuck hole, my cum eating whore."

Every word he uttered brought her closer to her orgasm, but she was unable to quite get there. 

MaryJane's legs closed tight as she squeezed her labia closed. Her cunt muscles clenched tight around his cock. Every thrust of his cock into her cunt resulted in a new spasm of hungry feeling spreading out from her cervix to her stomach, chest and neck and down to her thighs, knees, calves and toes. Her clit was swollen in its hood, quivering without a stop for minutes now. She was close, close, so close, almost, almost there ready to cum. Her stiff nipples were sore from rubbing against his chest. Her mouth was open, her breathing ragged. Her eyes were looking straight up at his face, pleading with him through her tears of pleasure. "Please let my hands go," she whispered, "I need to touch my clit. Please." 

She was unable to read his expression. His lips were pursed. His eyes intense. "You want me to let your hands go?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, please."

"Ok. I let them go, will you let me fuck your mouth?"

She had been on the verge of an orgasm for so long now. "Yes," she said. "Yes, yes. Just let my hands free and you can fuck my mouth as hard as you want. Please. Please let me touch my clit." She would have allowed him anything at this point. She needed to come. She needed to come. Every bone, every part of her body was in uncontrollably violent need of her cumming. She was whimpering, crying, pleading. "Please. You can fuck my mouth. Please let my hands go. Please." 

"I can fuck your mouth? You promise you'll let me?"

"Yes. Yes, yes. YES. Please."

"Ok," he finally said. He released her hands which flew down to her crotch. Her fingers immediately moved to her clit and began to rub there. She felt his prick come out of her cunt and his body slide up against hers. His prick, wet from her cunt juice, was pushed against her lips and into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and retracted her lips around her teeth. She furiously began to massage her clit. She used her other hand to slip two, then three, then all four fingers into her cunt now bereft of his cock. His cock was now pounding deep into and out of her wide open mouth, slamming into the back of her throat with each thrust into her. She couldn't breath. She was gagging each time his prick hit the bottom of her throat. She could feel a bit of vomit regurgitate into her mouth to cover his pounding cock and add its taste to the taste of his pounding prick.

"Ugh, um, umm, uuh, mrrah." She could make only unintelligible sounds as his prick continued to fuck her mouth, press her tongue down, fill her completely. Her lips felt the continuous pressure of his shaft sweeping in and out and down into her throat. Vomit was coating the inside of her mouth from her throat to her cheeks. She could barely breathe. At her cunt, her hands were working hard. Two fingers were busy circling against her clit Four fingers were in her cunt. She could feel his prick in her mouth begin to swell and ready to come. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. He began to cum, his semen splashing in freely from his cock against the back of her throat. She swallowed the heavy slime of his cum and tasted it on her tongue as her hands continued their giddy and reckless assault on her clit and cunt until, finally, MaryJane Huffman, teacher Mrs. Huffman, felt her loins explode and a fabulous pleasure rush from her cunt to everywhere in her body. She felt him raise his hips and pull his flaccid prick from his mouth. She gulped as much air as possible into her mouth desperate to breathe again.

"Not bad, huh?" Harold had rolled off her face and was now lying next to her. "Hey, tell me," he continued. "What was you trying for? Was you trying to feel like it felt to be raped?"

She just lay there, unable to reply, her body slack, wasted, unable to move, but she was impressed that he had figured out her intent in this exercise. She held the fingers that had been in her cunt out next to his face. He opened his mouth and she put her fingers in. He sucked her fingers clean. 

"Tastes good," he smiled.

"You are a truly disgusting person," she said.

"Thank you," he said.

She heard pounding on the door. Oh God, MaryJane had forgotten all about the other guys. ""When are you guys gonna finish?" she heard from the other side of the door. 

Harold yelled back, "Hey, I just finished. You can come in." He looked at MaryJane. "You still think I'm such a loser?" The door opened and the other guys came trooping into the room. Harold got off the bed and began to gather his clothes. "She's all yours, all primed and ready to go," he announced as he left the room. 

MaryJane lifted her head to see who was going to be next. She had had no idea that she would be so weak after just one fucking. It was Clay, Clay Fenner who was taking off his clothes and getting ready to get on the bed and ontop of her. MaryJane attempted to gather enough strength to ready herself for the next assault. She wasn't sure how hard she could resist this time. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, you ready to be fucked?" said Clay as he scampered onto the bed and got on top of her. She put her hands down to cover her cunt, but he easily pushed her hands away and just as easily slipped his prick into her wet cunt. "Hey, I thought you were going to fight," he said. 

She tried halfheartedly to push him off of her, but, at the moment, she was more interested in resting than in fighting. She lay there, feeling his prick slide in and out of her pussy. He held his hands against the bed, lifting his body off of hers. He was being considerate. How nice. But this was hardly a rape. How much was she going to insist on authenticity? She gathered her arms together between their bodies and pushed. Oh my God, she thought. She had pushed him off of her, his prick out of her slippery cunt. He quickly rolled back over her. He moved his hips up and down, searching to put his prick back into her cunt. Ok, the game was her idea, so she pushed her arms down against the bed and tried to slide away from him. "You wanna fight, huh?" he snarled. He put his hands on her hips and pressed down, not letting her move. Finally his prick found her cunt and he slipped into her again. He began a steady fucking rhythm into her. She locked her hands together and put the interlocked fists between their bodies, resuming her efforts to fight the fucking. This time, though, he was ready to thwart any effort to throw him off and he pushed his body down against hers, pinning her arms between them. His prick in her cunt, he kept on sawing away. His mouth was inches from hers and he pressed his lips against hers. She tried to hold her mouth closed but it take him more than a few seconds to force her mouth open and to snake his tongue past her lips and finally past her teeth. "What's that taste?" he asked. "You gave Harold a blow job? He says you give the best. I want one two." She shook her head back and forth, No. 

"Shit, no no's in this game he grumbled. He continued his fucking of her cunt but, as she wasn't reacting with any vigor, he soon tired of the fucking and decided on the blow job. Mary Jane had a lot less energy than she thought she'd have, so he was able to easily turn her over and put her on her knees, her arms supporting her body. He scooted around in front of her, put his legs around her body and his prick under her mouth. He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto his prick. "Suck it," he ordered. She dutifully began her labors over the invading prick in her mouth. She wet it, sucked it, tongued it as hard as she was able. "Ok, get me off now. I wanna come." Clay said. She held the shaft of his prick in her fist and began jerking him off, sliding it up and down in her tight fist. She continued her jerking motions until he pushed his prick all the way in to her mouth while he held her head down on his organ and began to shoot his cum into her throat. She swallowed as much of the heavy cum as she could and wiped the rest away from the corner of her mouth using the back of her hand. 

"We were talking in the other room," Clay said. "We figured that you were trying to get a feel for what it's like to get raped. We right?"

MaryJane waved away any answer. "I need to rinse out my mouth," she said. She got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom where she rinsed out her mouth, filled a glass with water and drank it down. Returning to where Clay was, she raised her body onto the bed and lay down. She was a lot more tired than she thought this would make her. She would sleep well tonight.

"You finished," she asked Clay. Wait a minute, let me rest a minute before you send in whoever is next." 

"It's Jeff," he said."You gonna fight him too?" he asked.

"I'm going to try," she smiled weakly.

He climbed down off the bed, began to dress slowly and, when he was finished, walked to the door and opened it.

MaryJane looked to see when Jeff would be making his interest. When he finally appeared, Francis was with him. "We decided to make this real. Frank's gonna help me rape you and then I'm going to help him."

"Wait," she said. "Wait a minute. I never said anything about two of you together. It was supposed to be one at a time."

"You got no say in the matter," Jeff said, "So you can stop giving orders." He was on the bed with her. His legs were straddling her head and his erect penis was waving above her mouth. She could smell his crotch odor. She twisted her head back and forth trying to deny him her mouth. She closed her mouth tight. Jeff reached down and pinched her nose shut. Unable to breathe, she opened her mouth and Jeff shoved his prick in. "Suck it," he said. She began to suck.

As she worked her tongue around Jeff's prick, she felt Francis' hands on her thighs. He was squeezing and feeling, separating them, pulling them wide apart, opening her cunt wide. 

Jeff's weight on her shoulders didn't allow any movement of her upper body and kept her arms down against the bed, hardly able to move. Francis' pressure on her legs kept her from turning. She tried to move but was unable to change the position of any part of her body. She could feel Francis move his body higher between her legs, pushing them further apart. His hand reached down. He inserted two fingers in her cunt. Unable to move, unable to speak as Jeff's prick was stuffed in her mouth, Mrs. Huffman felt helpless, trapped.

This is what she wanted, she thought as she lay there, her mouth being fucked, her cunt invaded. "Mmmmf, wuughh, uhguhg," she uttered, trying to communicate her desire to be let loose. She was unable to feel any pleasure at all from the assault on her body. Fingers explored the inside of her vagina. A prick moved up and down and around in her mouth, but there was no way she could gain even the hope of pleasure from the double invasion. There was no real pain except for the minor hurt caused by pressure on her shoulders and the pulling at her groin. What hurt her the most was the feeling of utter helplessness, the inability to shift the position of any part of her body. If what she had wanted before this began was to feel what it was like to be raped, well MaryJane Huffman was getting her wish. She had invited this incursion. She wondered whether indeed this was a rape. She had invited it, told them they would have to wrestle her compliance. That seemed to mitigate against what was happening being rape. But it was rape. She was being held and forced to accept whatever was happening. She didn't see how she could feel anything else but that she was being raped. She decided that a jury would have to decide. Maybe a legal and a moral opinion would be different. But at the moment, with Jeff's cock filling her mouth and Francis' fingers stuffed in her vagina, she would have to vote that she was being raped.

She felt a change in the movement of Jeff's prick in her mouth. It seemed to be taking up more room, pushing down harder, stiffening. And then it suddenly erupted, spewing a heavy load of cum down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow. As soon as he finished his expelling all his semen into her throat, he pulled out from her mouth. She gasped for air. "Hold her down," she heard Francis call to Jeff. Jeff remained with his legs over her shoulder, his body on her chest and his spent cock hanging over her face.

She tried to move, but couldn't. Francis was having trouble getting his prick into her cunt. She couldn't see what he was doing because Jeff, sitting on her chest, blocked her view, but she could feel him switching his position between her legs. Finally she felt him grab her ankles and pull her legs sideways. Jeff raised off of her enough so that Francis could shift her body until her legs and ass were off the bed. Once again, Jeff let the full weight of his body fall onto her chest. Her legs were now hanging down off the bed, her cunt exposed at the edge of the bed. She could feel Francis now standing on the floor between her legs. He pulled on her ankles to adjust the height of her cunt until,. At last, she felt his cock push into her cunt. Her legs felt uncomfortable hanging down and she lifted them and wrapped them around Francis' waist.

Her legs felt a bit more comfortable supported by Francis' waist. But her shoulder and biceps ached because of Jeff's weight on them. And his prick, wet and flaccid, purple and tired looking hanging just above her face, was not a very appealing sight. She could hear Francis grunting as he slammed his prick into her cunt. "Could you move just a little bit?" MaryJane asked Jeff, speaking past his cock, "my shoulder hurts."

"Fuck you, you're being raped," Jeff said to her. Well I guess that answers the question about whether she was being raped, thought MaryJane. She just lay there, feeling the cock pounding her cunt over and over until finally she felt the prick send its ration of cum deep into her cunt. She dropped her legs from around Francis' waist and felt him move away. Jeff rolled off her upper body. 

She could move now. Her legs were still hanging off the bed and she could feel cum dripping out of her cunt. She pulled her body back up on to the bed and just lay there. She saw Jeff and Francis high five each other. For what she couldn't think. 

Augie Lewis or Buck Mulligan was to be next. "Ready for the next?" Jeff asked her.

She wasn't. She was totally tired, but what the hell. "Get whoever in here," she said. Let's get this over and done with." 

"How's your cunt feeling?" asked Francis, hoping probably that she would comment on his size and his prick's accomplishment.

"Fine, no problem," she said and, looking over towards the door, said, "I'm ok, so send in the clowns."

Jeff gave Mrs. Huffman's tit nipple a pinch, smiled at her and, Francis in tow, left the room. 

MaryJane's cunt felt sloppy wet with cum. Her mouth tasted sour from the cum deposited there. Looking over at the door, oh no, she saw another pair enter the room. Augie Lewis and Buck Mulligan marched in. Augie was smiling, Buck had an evil smirk on his face. The door to the bedroom remained open behind them and a group of the guys stood at the doorway, laughing and ready to watch the show. MaryJane was not enjoying herself. MaryJane was understanding that being raped was not like being at a party. It wasn't like having fun. It stunk. And now she gathered herself, preparing herself to try to fend off the next fuck, the next rape.

Buck got to the bed first. "Grab her legs," he ordered Augie. "Turn her over," he continued as he held her arms and helped Augie flip her over onto her stomach. 

"What are you boys planning?" she asked them.

"Shut up" Buck answered. Augie pulled her legs and once again she lay with her legs off the bed. Her face was down, her stomach on the bed and her waist bent so that her ass was exposed at the edge of the bed.

"We're going to fuck your ass," Augie said.

MaryJane panicked. She tried to pull herself back up onto the bed and turn her self over onto her back. "No," she shouted. "I've never allowed that. Never." She struggled with them as they tried to turn her over and pull her back to the edge of the bed. They grabbed a hand and she pulled it away. They tried to catch a leg and she kicked out at them. "Please, stop," she shouted. The tussle continued. "Please stop. I've never had sex there. Please just stop. Her voice grew louder. "Please!"

"Shut up," Buck yelled at her as he fought to hold onto her leg. "Stop fighting."

He was holding on to her leg and she was desperately fighting to keep him from turning her onto her stomach. She was shouting now, "Stop! Leave me alone. Stop. Stop right now." 

Augie was holding her arm and she could feel that he was close to having enough leverage to turn her over. This couldn't be, she thought. She had never been fucked there, in her ass. She had never even had a finger in her ass. She should never have come back to this cabin. "STOP," she yelled at the top of her lungs and managed once again to escape from their hands. She rolled off the bed and landed on the floor. She tried to break her fall by holding out her hand and she hurt her wrist. She desperately once again rolled away from them and tried to stand and run to the door, but Buck grabbed her arm and held her. "Hold on. Hold on. You're fighting crazy."

"Let me go!" she insisted. She would have cried, but she didn't think that crying would help. Instead she kicked out with all her might and managed to land her foot at Augie's crotch.

"Hey, Ouch," he yelled. She wasn't wearing shoes so her kick didn't do too much harm. Buck was trying to pull her back into his arms but her flailing, her fighting and now she was screaming at the top of her lungs for them to "LET ME GO!" 

She became aware of the group of boys she had already fucked gathered at the door, watching her, watching the tussle. She lowered her voice to Buck. "Buck, let me give you a blow job. Let me suck you off. I can give a very good blow job. Please. Fuck me. I can't be fucked in the ass. Wouldn't you like a great blow job? Please." All the while as she spoke, she tried to pull her hands away from him.

"Fuck this," Augie said. He grabbed her around the stomach, lifted her into the air and threw her onto the bed. 

On the bed, she scooted away from his grasping arms and stood up next to the headboard. "Stay away. Don't touch me," she spit out. She looked out at the boys in the doorway for help. "Help me," she called to them. "Help me. Haven't I been good to all of you? Didn't I give you a good time? Help me. Please." She was standing at the end of the bed her back against the wall. 

Buck and Augie were standing at the side of the bed. They were breathing hard. Their mouths shut tight. They were staring at her. 




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Once again, she looked over at the boys at the door. "Come on," she said, "Help me. Please."

After maybe ten seconds, she saw movement from the group at the doorway. Of all people, it was Harold. He stepped over to the bed and put his arm around Buck's shoulder. "Hey, hey, Buck," he said. "It's ok. Relax. Mrs. Huffman's ok. You know that. She's always been straight with us. Come on, let her go. You want, she'll give you a great hand job. Blow job? You can fuck her if you want. Just no anal." 

MaryJane, standing at the head of the bed, watched as Harold, has arm still around Buck's shoulder, walked with him to the other end of the room, talking quietly all the while. Soon Buck called Augie over to join the conversation. The three of them huddled together, speaking, whispering, laughing and smiling. 

Finally, Buck and Augie shook hands with Harold and left the room. The rest of the group except for Harold followed them into the living room. Harold walked slowly over to the bed and sat down at its edge. After a second or two MaryJane knelt down and sat down next to Harold. 

"Thank you," she said. "I was really scared. What did you say to them to get them to stop?"

"I'll tell you later. You don't got to do it, but if you want, you can give them a blow job or let them fuck you. You don't have to do that if you don't want. If you want, you can go home."

"I want to go home. It was alright before, but I got really frightened. I think I had better get dressed and go home, You think It'll be alright?" she asked Harold.

"Stay here," he told her. "I'll talk with them. I'll be right back." He left and went into the living room. Mrs. Huffman stayed sitting on the bed. Harold McCarthy of all people, she thought to herself. He was a turd. She hated him. But it was he who had saved her just now. MaryJane didn't think that she would have been able to stave off the anal rape by herself. She was tired from the earlier sex and didn't have the strength. It would have been terribly humiliating, she thought. Awful, with the others watching. But Harold had saved her. Harold the nag. Harold disgusting. You never knew. He was walking back into the room now, almost strutting. He was carrying her dress and her shoes in his arms. "You can go home. You don't have to fuck them." He stopped. "Unless you want," he added.

"No. I want to go home. It'll be ok? You're sure?" she asked.

"No sweat," he said.

She had stepped into her dress and was pulling it up to her body. "You didn't pick up my bra by any chance?"

"Nah. But don't worry none. You don't need no bra. You look great without one. Let's you get dressed and we can go home."

"We?" she was buttoning up the blouse part of her dress. 

"Yeah. You gave me the ride here? Don't you remember? I need a ride back. It's ok, ain't it? I mean, you alright with giving me the ride?"

She could hardly say no, could she. "No, no. That's fine. I'll give you the ride."

"Hey thanks. You're a real sport, Mrs. Huffman," he said. He led her out into the living room. The other boys were all sitting around. They were drinking beer. 

"I'm going to leave now," she told the room. "I'm sorry for the trouble just now, but I did have some interesting experience with you guys. And I hope that I was a good teacher for you in school." Jesus, she was apologizing to them after they had just finished semi raping her. Before she had come in to the cabin earlier this evening, she had thought about how she would say goodbye to them when she left. But right now there seemed to be nothing that could ease the discomfort around the room. She gave a half bow to the room and as she did wondered where that had come from. "Well, I really ought to be leaving now," she half-bowed again and turned to leave the cabin, Harold walking along with her. At the door they stopped. She said goodbye, Harold waved, his goofy smirk still attached to his face.

In the car, MaryJane Huffman took several deep breaths. Her body was settling down, its tenseness at the near anal rape dissipating. "Put on you seat belt," she told Harold and drove off into the night. The smell, all hers, she realized, of sex and sweat, filled the car. Nothing to do about that. She was going to switch on the radio but stopped. "What did you tell them? How did you get Augie and Buck to stop, to let me alone?"

She wished that Harold would just once wipe that shit eating grin off of his face. It ruined the good Samaritan opinion she wanted to have about him.

"Hey, it wasn't nothing," he said. "I told them I'd fix them up with Milly Alito. She loves to give anal. I told you she was a slut."

MaryJane didn't know what to say to that. She was staring out at the road illuminated by the her headlights burning through the dark

"You're ok, Mrs. Huffman," Harry said. He patted her leg at the thigh. He kept his hand there. MaryJane didn't think she could move his hand away. His hand on her thigh made her nervous. It was quiet in the car. It was dark. It smelled of sex and Harold's hand was creeping slowly up her thigh. 

"Maybe, you ought not be holding me there," she said.

"Why not?"

"It makes me a little nervous when I'm driving," she said.

"I know, why don't you turn when we get to the stop sign? We can stop by the old church. We can talk there."

"I don't know if that's too wise," she said.

"Why not?"

"There was too much sex tonight. I can't do anymore. I am really all fucked out. That last time, when I had to fight to keep them from having sex with my ass sort of just, you know, put me off about sex for tonight anyway."

"Hey I'm good with that. You think all I want from you is fucking?" 

If she answered that question honestly, looking at the grin on his face, she would have to say yes. So she didn't say anything.

"Come on, make the turn, let's talk. We don't have to stay there at the church too long. Just to talk. Come on."

MaryJane Huffman said to herself that she was biggest fool in the world, but when they came to the stop sign, she made the turn and minutes later parked behind the church.

How it had come to happen, she really couldn't tell, but about 20 minutes after she had parked behind the church they were still there. And right now MaryJane Huffman sat straddling Harold McCarthy's lap. His pants were down around his ankles. Her dress was up around her waist. His prick was embedded in her cunt. Her face was buried in the greasy hair on top of his head She was inhaling the odor from his head deeply, and she was bouncing up and down servicing his prick with her very wet cunt when a car's headlights appeared and lit up the parking lot.

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The end...for now.

Much more to come....... if demand (and votes) is (are) there.

And, as at the end of Chapter 01, if you have any new thoughts about the rape question now, please do make those comments in the box below. Your thoughts have been insightful and helpful. 

Thanks.

ILienBagby 



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 04



A brief note about future plans for this story follows at the end of Ch. 04  

Chapter 04. Two seconds later: (after the end of chapter.03)

"Let me off. Let me go," Mrs. Huffman shouted at Harold.

They were in her car. He was sitting on the front passenger seat, and she was straddling him, his prick inside her cunt. "I said to let me go. Hurry." 

She was panicking. He had his hands on her shoulders and was pushing down. His knees were elevated, trapping her against his chest. There was no room to maneuver. She couldn't free herself. Her legs were spread wide. Her hands were at the back of his seat where they could get no purchase. She had stopped moving her cunt up and down on his prick, but she could feel him pushing his hips upward. "Stop I said. There's a car here. It just drove in. They'll see us."

"Calm down. Don't worry about it. It's Ok."

"What's ok? There's another car here. Don't you see it?

His mouth was against her neck. His forehead pressing against her chin, but he had to be able to have seen the headlights as the car entered the parking lot in the back of the old church.

"I told you it was ok. They won't bother us. Now, let me finish," he said. He tried to get her to continue her motion on his prick by moving his hips up and down. "Come on, don't stop," he ordered.

"What do you mean, they won't bother us. Do you know who it is?"

"You are such a cunt. Yeah, I know who it is. Why aren't you moving?"

She was still trying to free herself, to move off of him and back to her seat on the driver's side of the car. 

"It's nothing. It's Augie and Buck. I told them to come here."

"What?"

"I told them to come here."

"You just rescued me from them. They were trying to rape me."

"Come on, you wanted to be raped."

"They wanted to have sex with me in my ass. I absolutely didn't want that. You told me you talked them out of it, that they agreed to let me go after you offered to set them up with Maggie Alito."

"That was for the anal. They still complained that they wanted a fuck. They said you'd fucked everyone else."

"But you told me...."

"I got you ought of there, didn't I? I told them to come here. I told them we'd meet them here."

"How did you know we'd be here? I hadn't agreed to...."

MaryJane Huffman's question was cut off by the sound of tapping on the car's passenger side window. It was Buck and Augie standing there. MaryJane was able to slide off of Harold's lap and move over to her seat behind the steering wheel. 

Harold rolled down his window. "Go back to your car. Come back in a few minutes." He rolled the window back up.

"I want to go home. I am not going to have anything to do with those boys. They tried to rape me."

"They were only trying to fuck your ass."

"I told them no, but they...."

"Mrs. Huffman. Mrs. Huffman. Shut up. Be quiet for a minute. Jesus." Harold lifted both his eyebrows in a 'don't you understand anything' sideways look. "Listen to what I'm sayin', Ok? They ain't going to fuck your ass. I told you. I promised. Milly Alito would let them, she's good with that. Look, I'm sure I can get them to let you off with just jacking them off."

"I told you I didn't want anything to do with them. Anything means A n y T h i n g. Nothing."

"Geez, for a teacher you sure are dumb. I saved your ass, didn't I?"

"I hate you. First you convince me to go to the cabin. Then I find out you got me there without me wearing panties to win a bet with them. You been nagging me into sex every time I turn around. Now you're trying to get me to have sex with two boys who are even more disgusting than you are. Get me out of here. I hate you." Mrs. Huffman's tirade was interrupted by another sound of tapping on Harold's passenger side window.

Harold again rolled down his window.

"How long are you going to keep us out here? 

The voice was Augie Lewis's.

"You guys gotta be patient," Harold told them.

"Patient, my ass." That was Buck, Buck Mulligan. "You told us she'd fuck us. That's what you said."

"Shit! Wait a minute." Harold twisted his body and opened the car's rear door."

"What are you doing?" MaryJane Huffman demanded. "I don't want them in my car." Buck and then Augie, however, had clambered into the car and were seated on the rear bench. Mrs. Huffman didn't look at them. She faced Harold. "You tell them right now that I am not going to have sex with them."

Augie didn't like that. "You fucked all the other guys," he said.

She still didn't look at the boys in the back seat. She spoke to Harold. "Tell them what I said." She turned away from him, set her mouth, and stared out towards through the windshield at the dark night outside.

"You fucked her back at the cabin," Buck said to Harold. "And you were fucking her just now when we tapped on your window."

MaryJane snapped. She turned around to face the boys in the back. "I do not want to have sex with you. Can you not understand that?" She was shouting.

"What's a mattah? You fuckin' Harold. What's wrong with us?" Buck demanded. 

Augie piped in,"What's with you and Harold, anyways?"

Harold put his hand on MaryJane's thigh. She took his hand by the wrist and threw it off. He put it back. "What's wrong with you? Take it easy," he said. 

"I don't want you to touch me." MaryJane wanted to cry. She would have burst into tears except that she thought it wouldn't help matters, would probably make them worse. 

"Look, I'm only trying to make things better," Harold said. "Augie and Buck aren't really bad guys. They just got carried away back there in the cabin."

"Yeah, we just got carried away. That's all," Augie said, speaking for both himself and for Buck. 

"See?" That was Harold.

"Do you boys think I'm just something, your fuck toy. A piece of ass for you to take advantage of whenever you want?" Mrs. Huffman was staring out the front windshield into the dark again.

"Hey, none of us think you're just a fuck toy or something. Shit, you were our teacher. You were the best! We really like you, Mrs. Huffman," said Harold. 

"You came into the cabin and showed us your cunt. You weren't so worried when you fucked us all last week," muttered Buck in the back seat.

"Shut up," Harold shouted. "Can't you see I'm trying to work things out?" He turned to MaryJane. "Look, they just want to get off. Maybe you can jack them off?" He turned to the boys in the back. "How's about it? You guys ok with it if Mrs. Huffman just Jacks you off?" 

"Will that be it? I masturbate them and it's over? I get to go home? We are all finished?" Mrs. Huffman was speaking to Harry. 

"You don't got to say it that way, but, yeah, you jack them off and then we all go home. And try to be nice about it."

"I can't really trust your promises."

"Hey, I promise ok. How about Augie and Buck promise too? Augie, Buck, tell Mrs. Huffman that it'll all be good if she just plays the monkey for you, that you'll leave and we'll all go home."

"Ok, yeah, sure," said Buck.

"Whatever," said Augie. 

"And they have to say they're sorry for what happened at the cabin." MaryJane said, determined to salvage what she could of her dignity, though she didn't have much of that left really.

"I don't see why you have to be such a bitch about everything," Harold said to her. He turned to the back. "Guys, say it. Tell Mrs. Huffman you're sorry for trying to ass fuck her. Just do it. Look, we all want to get out of here. Tell her!"

"Ok. I'm sorry" That was Augie.

"Yeah, me too." That was Buck.

The lack of sincerity in their apologies made MaryJane want to argue more, but she was too tired and just wanted to go home.

"All right," she said. She turned to open her door to get in the back. 

"Wait," said Harold. "You don't have to get out. Just climb over the back of your seat into the back." 

Why he had to control every part of this, she didn't understand, but Mrs. Huffman was too tired to argue with him about this also, so she turned around in her seat and began to climb over its back. She learned why he had suggested this method of getting to the rear seat almost as soon as she began to do that. She felt his hands reach under her dress and run against her pantyless crotch. His left hand grabbed tight at her cunt, rubbing there from top to bottom, inserting one finger past her slit and into her vagina. She hated that he would just do such a think when he wanted. It made her wet and gave him an excuse to do even more. His other hand pushed against the smooth rounded globe of her lovely ass, assisting her to climb into the back of the car where Buck and Augie sat, waiting for her. The boys moved apart and MaryJane sat in the middle of the seat, between them.Her dress was hiked up nearly all the way. Her knees were close together. "Let's get started," she said.

The boys unbuttoned their trousers, opened their flies and pulled out their cocks. Augie, Mrs. Huffman noticed, wasn't wearing underwear. But who was she to say anything about that? She took their cocks. Augie's in one hand and Buck's in the other hand and gripped them in her fists. The cocks were standing tall. They were hard. She gripped tight and pulled hard. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"You're hurting me," Buck said.

She realized the shafts of their cocks were dry. She spit onto the palm of each of her hands and began to wank their stiff shafts in a slow up and down motion. Could she be doing anything more debased? Harold was in the front seat. He was kneeling on his seat and facing towards the back, leaning over and watching intently as she worked the boys hard cocks up and down.

"Your angle is wrong," Harold said. "Move your arms around their backs and wank them from around their backs. You'll be able to work your hands up and down better."

She hated him. Now he was teaching her how to masturbate the two boys she was sitting between; but, nevertheless, she complied, reaching around each of them and continuing the slow shameful (to her) pulling movement on each of their pricks. As she did that, she left her lap unprotected and each of the boys, Augie and Buck, reached under her dress and pushed their hands up along the sleek insides of her thighs. "Stop that," she said, "get your hands out from under my dress."

"It ain't nothing. Let them alone," Harold said from his perch as he watched the action with close attention.

She dropped the matter and continued wanking them as she felt their hands reaching ever higher on her thighs, touching her cunt, feeling her ass. She wondered if she should spread her legs more, lift up off the seat to gave them better access to her privates. Their hands were gripping her upper thighs and she was beginning to feel wetness again inside of her cunt. She felt a repugnance at herself for what she had allowed to happen to herself here in her own car in this dark back seat with these three boys. 

"You ain't ever going to get them off the way you're doing it," Harold said. 

"Well then, you take my place and you jack them off," she said.

He ignored her. "You can do it a lot better if you face them and get down on the floor. Get off the seat and face them from the floor," he suggested.

Why didn't he shut up she thought, but once again MaryJane complied with his suggestion. She let go of their cocks and lifted herself from the seat. She turned to face them as she knelt on the narrow floor between them. She re-captured their cocks in her fists and once again began her wanking movements. MaryJane Huffman wondered how it was possible that she could have fallen so low. There she was kneeling on the dark floor in the back of her car, her hands engaged in pulling the rigid cocks of two of her former students up and down in a steady rhythm. Just behind her, leaning on his seat and watching everything was another of her students, the loathsome Harold McCarthy. 

"That's a lot better," Harold commented from above and behind her. The backs of her upper arms were growing tired, but she continued the steady up and down movement of their cock shafts. She looked and saw the purple knob of their cock tops swell under her ministrations, the eye hole at the head of their cocks open and close with each pull of her hands on their shafts. She wondered if Milly Alito had ever done something like this. She thought she probably had. MaryJane thought that if Milly was a slut, then what was she. A cunt, she thought. A whore. A slut like Milly. Worse.

"You'll do better if you gave them a little bit of a blow job, suck them while you're pulling," Harold instructed from behind and above her.

Hate was too bland a word. She despised Harold, but MaryJane Huffman once again went along with his suggestion. She lowered her head over, first Buck's and then Augies, cock, taking each in turn in her mouth, all the while continuing to wank at the shafts of their cocks. Buck smelled clean. He had washed before this encounter. Augie's crotch had a salty tang to it, his prick smelled the slightest of cum and pee. But she wasn't here to enjoy what she was doing. She labored away, picking up the pace of her wanking movements, bobbing her head up and down, sucking harder, using her tongue more. She tried to look up as she sucked on their cocks, trying to catch their eye, listening to their moans and their encouragement to suck harder. Her knees hurt. Finally, first Buck and then Augie shot their wads deep into her mouth. She swallowed each of their cum loads down her throat, tasting the tang of their cum. She let go of their cocks. "Ok?" she asked, looking up from their now spent cocks. 

"Yeah," said Augie.

"Ok," said Buck. 

MaryJane got up from where she was squatting between the boys and began to scramble up over her seat to return to the front of the car.

Of course, Harold came to her aid as she pulled herself between the seats to the front of the car. He managed to insinuate both his hands under her dress while helping her, fingering her cunt, smoothing the soft skin of her ass. When she was finally back in her seat on the driver's side of the car, she tried to remove his hand from where it was pressing against her cunt, but she was unable to do that. The harder she tried to pull his hand away, the harder he pushed his hand forward so, finally, she gave up and let his hand stay there, playing with her pussy.

"Hey," Harold lifted his voice, "Mrs. Huffman's cunt is all wet. She must have been getting off while she was giving you guys your blowjobs."

MaryJane was beyond humiliation. She let him say whatever he was going to say. She let him keep his hands under her dress and touch where he wanted to touch. She had just given two boys blow jobs in the back seat of a dark car parked behind an abandoned old church in the country. Could she get any lower? Harold had managed to get his finger into her cunt as she just sat there and stared ahead into the dark night. Behind her, she heard the boys starting to open their doors as they prepared to leave the car. 

"Hey did I come through for you or not," said Harold to the boys. "You driving back to the cabin?" They told him that they were. He told them to drive carefully.

As their car drove off, MaryJane started to turn her engine on. "Wait a minute. Hold on for a second," Harold said. 

"Why is someone else coming for a blowjob?" she asked him.

"No, why would you think something like that?" Harold said. 

MaryJane Huffman said nothing. Here she was parked in the back of an abandoned church with this former student who had been an inattentive wise ass when he was still a student and was even more of a wiseass now. He was a liar. He played her. There was nothing he ever said to her that she thought was sincere. He wasn't even presentable with greasy hair and the body odor of a guy who sweated too much and ate too many hamburgers. But that didn't stop MaryJane Huffman, teacher, human being, slut, from doing his bidding.

She wondered what he would ask for next. He was always asking her for something. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, whyn't you give me a blowjob?"

Who would have guessed? MaryJane turned away from the blank windshield she had been gazing at to look at Harold. She didn't have to try, it was already THERE ON HER FACE, A LOOK OF CONTEMPT. "Who do you think you are?" she said. "What in the world do you think gives you the right to ask me to just, 'give you a blowjob? You do nothing but lie and get me into places where I really shouldn't be. You're contemptible, you know?" she said. She turned away and stared off into the night outside the windshield. 

"I don't know why you keep saying things like that to me." Harold whinned in reply. I never did nothing that was so bad. What's so bad about asking you for a blowjob? You just finished giving two of them in the back seat.

"That was because I didn't have a choice. It was your doing, getting me here, getting them here."

"Ok. Whatever you say. But it don't count nothing that you been fuckin us almost nonstop?' She was past hearing anything that he said. She had been fucking all the boys, but that was over now. Tonight had been too much. Tonight would have to be the end.

"You are bad," she said. I don't want to have anything more to do with you or with any of your friends. You are worthless."

Harold didn't say anything. He watched her. She reached for the car keys which were still in the ignition. He put his hand underneath her dress and pressed against the mound of her sex. He combed through her cunt hair with his fingers. The movement of his fingers through her pubic hair woke the nerve endings of her cunt lips. She could smell the delicate scent of her sex juice in the still air of the car. Harold took MaryJane's hand and put it on his erection. 

"Why do you always do this?"

"Feel how hard I am . You got me this boner, but, still, you don't want to give me a blow job? And you say I'm a bastard and worthless." 

"Poor Harold," MaryJane said. She felt degraded. She felt angry. "Why don't you just pull your own pod?" She took her hand away from where it was over his rock hard prick.

He kept his hand under her dress and over her cunt mound. He looked at her. "Ok, go ahead, start the car. Let's go."

"You know I can't drive while you're doing that."

He now had the palm of his hand pushed against the bone at the top of her cunt and he was moving it against her there in a slow circular motion. "Look, I'm not keeping you here. You wanna go. Go. You can drop me off when we get to downtown. Jeez."

"Harold, please. You know I can't drive if you do that to me." His finger inside of her cunt was searching for her G spot.

"It's up to you if you drive. I ain't doing anything. I'm just trying to be nice because you thought I was mean before by me asking for a blow job."

"Please, Harry."

"Please what? I told you I was just trying to be nice." He was whinning again. The pressure he continued to keep on the top of her cunt with his wrist was relentless. "Start the car, already, he demanded. One of his fingers, it was from the other hand she thought, had penetrated into her now very wet vagina. "Harold," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She parted her legs at the knee and turned her toes outward to open the area of her cunt to him. "Harold," she tried one final time, "if we quit now I can take you home..."

But his hands were without pity. One hand roamed freely up and down the length of her cunt, massaging all along her slit, moving his fingers in slow circles all the while. His other hand roamed her lower body rubbing gently and exciting the nerve ends to an almost unbearable feeling of need. 

She opened her legs even wider. She began to moan. "Harold, please," was all she said.

"Let's climb into the back seat," he said, there's a lot more room there."

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 04



Mrs. Huffman shifted her sore body and sat up in the back seat of her car. The back seat wasn't the most comfortable place to have sex, but she and Harold had managed. She looked down at Harold who had not moved from the last position he had been in while sucking her cunt. He was lying on his stomach, His knees were bent and his legs were resting against the window on his side of the car. MaryJane's dress was less a dress and more a sash around her waist. It was unbuttoned and open at the top and its hem was bunched up around her belly button. Right now she was trying to gather some amount of strength back. She was wore out. Her hand was entwined in the greasy hair of his scalp. He looked up at her and gave her another of his smirky, shit eating smiles.

She had cum hard as he had sucked her, yelled out her cuming loudly and demanded that he suck harder as she came again and again. The sucking of her cunt was only the last thing they had managed to do in the back set. Fucking, sucking, even a 69, and that was not very easy to accomplish in the narrow space the seat afforded. She hated herself for everything that she had let happen so far this evening, though she had orgasmed alot 

She was such a slut. And here she was, stuck in the back seat of her car with this eighteen year old former student. The whole back seat, the whole car, reeked of the smell of sex. 

He reached out his hand and held her high on her leg where her thigh joined her hip. The back of his hand rubbed against the side of her wet pussy. "You know; I don't know whether I like sucking you, fucking you, or being sucked by you the most," he said. He pushed himself up so that he was sitting next to her. He was wearing a tee shirt and socks. The rest of his clothes were bundled on the floor under the front seat. He began absent mindedly to move his hand up and down through her hairy pubic mound. 

She was so tired and her cunt, her whole body was exhausted. "Please take your hand away," she asked him.

He gave her a look of extreme disgust but removed his hand anyway, bringing his hand up to his nose and inhaling deeply. "Smells good," he said,

"Are you so disgusting on purpose?" she asked.

"See, you're always saying those bad things to me."

"You just took your fingers out of my cunt and smelled them. And now you tasted them in your mouth. Yuk. Isn't that disgusting?"

"You look at yourself, Mrs. Huffman? You're all naked and sweaty, your knees are spread wide and your cunt is leaking its juice all over your seat. And you got a string of my cum running down from the corner of your mouth. And you say that I'm disgusting. You ought to be happy that I'm willing to fuck a skanky whore like you."

MaryJane wanted to scream at him, tell him something, anything, so he would know what a bad person he was, but, first, she had to calm down. She peeled the dry cum away from the side of her mouth. She pulled her dress up to cover her tits and pulled it down to cover her cunt and thighs. She started to climb over the back of her seat only to feel his hand reach up under her dress to fondle the rounded globe of her ass cheek. She turned around to face him, but he just looked at her with that ugly smile of his on his face. His hands on her body made it hard for her to concentrate. She could feel her clit swell, her nipples get hard, but she managed to get over the seat and squeeze her way into her driver's seat. He leaned over from in back of her to cup both her tits with his hands. "I like your tits, but you got the sweetest ass in the world," he whispered into her ear.

She shuddered. Her breathing became rushed again. She wanted to scream but felt helpless to get control over herself, to get enough control at least to stop his pawing, to stop her own sexual excitement. "Come on," she said, get some clothes on and get up front and we'll get out of here. I'll drive you home." She waited, looking out at the blackness that obscured any vision of the scene outside her car as he began to pull on his pants. He clambered over his seat and made it into the front of the car, sitting next to her again. She had to do something before he began touching her again, before things got out of control. "I am not a skanky whore," she said.

He didn't reply. He looked over towards her but only smiled.

"You did take advantage of me," she insisted.

"Whatever," he said, his voice contemptuous.

"I may be a skanky whore to you, but you are what makes me that. You are the skanky dog."

"Whatever," he replied, his voice still full of contempt.

"I'm just human," she said. "I'm human and I have a sex drive. It's normal to have a sex drive. It is perfectly normal to feel sexual desire, to get excited and to feel a need for sex. But that doesn't mean you should take advantage of me. It is just a normal urge. I have always been a good person. I always took care of my sex needs in normal ways."

"Whatever," he repeated, looking at her with a sideways glance. He said no more. He waited for her to add to what she had said,

"I hadn't slept with anyone. No one, not one person. Well one person, but only one in maybe six years before you boys got me drunk and blackmailed me. Ok, maybe I had denied my urges for too long, but I was a teacher and this is a small town." She looked over. He made a pantomime of playing the violin. "Don't you have any feelings at all? You say I am mean to you, but it's you who are mean to me."

"Yeah, you're just a poor nympho who nobody understands." He stuck his hands under her dress again. He inserted a finger in her cunt. "You're soaking wet down there. And you came maybe ten times while we were fucking around in the back seat. We should have had a video camera set up so you could see how hot you were when you were fucking. You don't want me to call you a slut. Ok, I'll do you that favor, Mrs. Huffman. I just call you teacher. Or teach. Ok?"

She knew that she shouldn't be just sitting here. Every word he said, every time he touched her body, that excitement of her clit, her cunt, her tits, her whole body, just got stronger. "You don't have a heart at all. You think that I don't know that you boys are constantly making fun of me behind my back. You tell me what a good teacher I am and how you respect me. But all the time, you don't think I know, but I know that you're laughing and calling me names. I hate you. I hate all of you. I try. I really try to make the best of this situation. I try, I really do. I try to be nice to you all."

Harold looked at her, hesitated a moment and then said, "Who gives a shit. To tell you the truth, You are the best piece of ass any of us ever had. You are hot, Mrs. Huffman. When I put my prick in your wet pussy and it slides between those tight pussy lips I have to hold on with everything I got to keep from cumming too soon. When you take my prick in your mouth, you suck it better than anyone ever did before."

MaryJane felt a total fool. She felt her face flush. Was she really feeling complimented? Did she really proud that she was a good cocksucker? She just stared at him. There was absolutely no way she would ever make him act in a way different from how he always acted. Finally, she looked away from him and made up her mind. She turned the key in the ignition and started the car. 

They were nearly to her condo when he put his hand on her thigh. "Didn't I ask you not to do that?" she said. "Where do you want me to drop you off."

"Let me go up to your apartment with you," he said.

"What? No way," she said.

"He massaged the inside of her thigh. "Why are you arguing? You know you'll end up letting me go up with you. I can't go home smelling like a whore house. Your cunt really lets loose with the juice, you know."

She was such a helpless slut. His hand on her thigh made her unable to think. Her clit would not stop throbbing. Her cunt would not stop seeping its juice. She knew that if he argued enough she would give in at the end. She hated that she was such a slut. "Alright, you can come up to my place and wash up. But, please, be quiet. And no sex. No more sex. I've had enough." . Again, Harold said nothing. He didn't even smile. He knew that she would be doing what he wanted when they got upstairs. 

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He walked a few steps behind Mrs. Huffman as they headed up the stairs. She didn't want anyone in the condo to see her with him and it was less likely they would meet people on the stairs than waiting in the lobby for the elevator. Harold didn't mind the stairs at all. It gave him a chance to walk behind her and watch the cheeks of her hard ass undulate as she walked up the stairs. She wasn't wearing no underwear and he could practically see every goose bump on her ass through the dress. They still had another flight to go and his hard on was raging. He would need to fuck her crazy to get it satisfied . He thrust his hand under her dress once again, pushed her against the wall of the stairwell, and ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of her rounded ass cheeks. 

"What are you doing? Stop." She said

Harold had pushed her up against the wall of the stairwell landing. His hands snaked around her body and caressed her ass cheeks. His body leaned against hers. "I wanns fuck you," He said.

"Please, not here."

"You called me names, you cunt," he said. His hands roamed over every inch of her ass. He explored the crack between her cheeks. He touched her cunt lips. "If I tell you, you'll give me a blow job right here."

"Someone could walk in here at anytime. Please not here," MaryJane Huffman pleaded. He body was on fire. She couldn't stop the quivering of her clit, the burning in her cunt. "Stop," she repeated. "I won't do anything here. Stop." She put her arms between them and tried her best to push him away.

He forced his mouth against hers and drove his tongue past her lips. 

In spite of herself, she pulled his tongue deep into her mouth and returned his kiss with a strength she didn't know she had. Her breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. But no, she couldn't let this continue. She mounted all her energy and once again pushed him away. "Please, please. Not here," she begged him.

"You are a slut," he said, his face angry. "If I wanted you'd blow me right here and bend over to let me fuck you doggy style." He looked at her. There was not a hint of kindness or humanity in his look. "Ok, I'll give you a break this time," he said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. "Let's go your apartment."

She fumbled with her keys as she attempted to open the door to her apartment.

"Gimme the keys," he said, grabbed them from her hand and opened the door. Inside her apartment, hekicked the door shut and locked it. He threw the keys onto the floor. He pulled her dress down to her hips, pulled down its side zipper and then pushed it off her hips and down to her legs, finally bending down to remove it altogether. The crumpled, dirty, cum encrusted dress lay at her feet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed.

She lay there, watching him as he undressed himself. She wanted....no that wasn't right, she needed his prick inside her cunt. She needed to feel the pressure from his shaft as it rubbed against her cunt walls. She wanted his body over hers. His flesh touching hers. She needed to feel his prick pressure her clit. She hated herself. She hated the cunt she was. She hated that she was a slut. She hated him. She hated herself. But her cunt was on fire. She needed to be fucked.

"Tell me," he said.

:What?"

"Tell me," he demanded. 

"Please fuck me," she said.

"Since you asked, Ok," he smiled, and slid his long, thin prick into her wet, cum slick cunt hole.

"He wasn't in her for five seconds before she came. Her body began to shake. The inside of her cunt felt as if a drum roll of pure excitation was sending spasm after spasm from her deepest part outward to envelope every inch of her body. She began to moan a deep and quivering sound of pleasure into his ear. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on to his body with her arms squeezing his back. She came and came and came.

She dropped her arms from around his body and let them lay spread out on her bed, opening her body for him to touch where he wanted. 

"You're a dirty slut, ain't you?" he said as he continued to pound into her cunt.

She didn't answer.

"Answer. You're a slut, aren't you?"

She nodded her head. It was as much as she could do.

"You love this," don't you?"

"Yes," he voice was weak, barely as loud as a whisper.

"You want to suck my prick?"

She nodded yes.

" Swallow my cum?"

"Yes," her voice was so faint it could hardly be heard.

He continued his pounding of her cunt. His hips moved up and down in furious motion. Every down stroke ended in a hard smack of bone on bone. She just lay there moaning while he moved her to the edge of another orgasm, many more orgasms. When, many minutes later, he finally came, it was as she hunkered above him on her hands and knees and gave him a blow job. He had pulled his prick from between her lips and ejaculated all over her face. He told her she looked cute with cum on her face.

MaryJane lay on the bed next to Harold. She held are arms close to her body, her hands folded below her chest so as not to come in contact with him more than was necessary. She wondered whether he was planning to stay or if he would leave now. He rolled over, moving his body closer to hers and lifted his head, resting it on the palm of his hand.

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, You gonna show me that dildo you got? Clay said that it was really big."

MaryJane didn't answer.

"Hey, teach, you really never been fucked in the ass?"

His pillow talk was lacking in a certain sophistication.

She didn't answer his question, merely shaking her head no.

"If you want, I can break you in. Once you get used to it, I bet you'll love it."

She wanted to smack him on the side of his head, but, instead, just gave him a disgusted look. "Are you planning to leave soon?"

"You tryin' to get rid of me?" he said.

The answer was yes, but she knew better than to say that. 

"Nah. Let me rest up a few minutes and then maybe we could fuck a little bit more," he said.

"I really need to get some sleep."

"Just a little bit more. Maybe we can figure a way to use that dildo while I fuck you."

She turned on to her side to look away from him. Maybe she'd feel better if she didn't have to see his face.

He raised himself up and leaned over her so that he could see her face. "Hey, Mrs. Huffman, I mean teach, I bet you'd like a couple of guys I could fix you up with. They're friends of mine. They're really good guys. Could really take good care of you in the sack."

"No. Leave me alone," she answered. 

"They're really hung. They play basketball. They're Black, so you get my drift. I could call them right now if you want."

"No. No, and no." MaryJane got up and off the bed. She had to get away from Harold, even if it was just for a minute. "I'm going to the bathroom, I want to wash my face. That deposit you put there is drying up."

He didn't say anything, just watched her move off towards the bathroom.

When she got back from the bathroom, Harold was speaking on his cell phone. "Yeah, yeah, you'll love her. Good looking. Great ass. Fucks better than anything." He gave her an 'I'll only be a minute more wave of his hand. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can get her over to your place like before lunch tomorrow. Yeah, later today I mean. Did I ever do you wrong. Yeah, but that was only once." He hung up.

"If that was me you were talking about, you can forget it! I am not just some slut you can do with whatever you want."

"Hey, why do you think it was you I was talking about?"

"Anyway, whether it was me you were talking about or not, I am not going anywhere with you. Get it?"

"Jesus, you don't got to be so het up about it. Just because they're Black."

She wanted to scream. "It's not because anyone is Black! I am not going anywhere with you. Nowhere!"

"It's just that they've got some friends over at their place. They're having a little party and they invited me. I don't know why you gotta get so mad.

"Look, maybe you ought to go home now. Why don't you go and wash up and I'll call a cab to take you home."

"You are really cold, Mrs. Huffman." He gave her a long, pitying look. "Let me see your face. See, you left a little piece of dry cum there, just below your ear. Let me get it off." He scraped off the piece of cum with his dirty fingernail and then he lay MaryJane Huffman down on the bed and moved his body over hers. 

Amazingly, she realized, his prick was getting hard again. She sighed, spread her legs and lifted her knees. As he started to enter her she relaxed. She wondered what he meant exactly when he said that his friends were well hung. But one thing for sure, she definitely was not, would not, be going to visit them with him later that day.  

THE END for now.

I'd Love to continue this story. But the votes so far don't really advocate for that. Although I had planned several more chapters of this story, I have decided that this chapter, Chapter 04, will probably be the last I will write for Literotica. Frankly, reader voting has been disappointing, indicating to me that Literotica probably is not the place for my writing. I do thank those of you who sent me e-mails and positive comments. Those comments and e-mails were the only thing that kept me writing. I appreciate the comments more than I can ever say. I hope you've enjoyed this submission and if I don't add any chapters, that you are able to imagine more of Mrs. Huffman's saga for yourself. Should better ratings follow this submission, I would be happy to continue this saga. If you really believe that Mrs. Huffman's story should continue, please tell me so. Love: ILienBagby

Just one extra note. I do have a poem working. I think it is pretty good and will probably post it in time for next weekend. (May 7th or 8th). Sort of a thank you to those of you who have read and liked my work. 



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 05



We begin this chapter the next morning, about four hours after the end of our last chapter.

Mrs. Huffman was awakened from a deep dream of peace by a blast of noise from the radio. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was, in her bed, in her bedroom. The next thing that happened was that she was overwhelmed by the powerful smell of sex: Pussy juice, some of it pooled on the sheet; cum splatters, much of it dry and some still wet, some leaking from her pussy; sweat, her own; his sweat. The whole room reeked of it, the remnant of hours of non-stop sex. .

Slowly, she remembered the fucking. It m

Our story picks up the next morning:

ust have gone on for four hours. He was really something.

Suddenly, she was awakened from her reverie by his voice; Harold McCarthy was yelling at her, "Get the fuck up! Get up." He was jumping up and down, pulling his shirt down over his head. "Come on, get up. We overslept." He was holding his pants in his hand, getting ready to pull them up. She could only wonder at his prick, it was stiff and hard. He must have come four or maybe five times at least last night....and that was only here in her bed. She wasn't counting the times before in her car or before that at the cabin.

She shook her head, trying to get the cobwebs out. They had quit fucking around six that morning. She looked over at the alarm clock next to her bed. It was, oh my god, nine forty five. She had been asleep for less than four hours. 

"Leave me alone. I'm tired. I wanna sleep," she managed to say. She grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over her head. Harold would have none of it. He pulled the blanket off of his former teacher's body and threw it to the floor. "Come on we're late!" he shouted. He began to pull her from the bed. 

"What? Where?" she said as he stood up. She was still three quarters asleep. She was naked and dirty and tired. 

"Hurry up," he was slipping his shoes on.

He picked her dress up from somewhere where it was lying on the floor. "Here, put this on." He slipped it over her head and began to pull it down to cover her body. The dress was stained with cum from last night's adventures. It was filthy from the car. It was creased and, like everything else in the room, smelled of sex and sweat. The dress even might have been the source of much of the smell.

"Wait," she screamed back at him. "I want to shower. I want to change into another dress. I need underwear. What are we late for? Where are we going? I want to sleep." Her mouth tasted awful. It surely tasted of his nasty cum, more. She tried to remember if she had given him a rim job. "I need to brush my teeth." 

"We ain't got time," he said. He handed her her car keys and started to pull her to the door. "Get your shoes on," he ordered. 

Still too dazed to think straight, she slipped her shoes on and followed as he pulled her through the door and out to the stairs she preferred to use instead of the elevator when she brought him into the building. 

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded as they hurried down the stairs.

"I got to see my buddies, remember. They invited me. They were having a party and I told them I'd be there by ten o'clock."

"I'm not going anywhere!" she said. By now they were out of the building and half-running towards her car. "I told you last night I wasn't going to go to any party. Let go of me. I want to go to sleep. Leave me alone."

"You got to come along. I told them I would be there and a promise is a promise."

"I didn't promise anybody anything. I want to go back home and go to sleep," she repeated.

"You can't. I need a ride. You gotta drive me over there. I get there late, they're going to be pissed."

"If I drive you over there, can I drop you off then and come back home to sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah. Ok. Sure. Whatever you want. But let's go. It's late." 

She opened the car door and they got in, she at the driver's side, he the passenger's. The car, like everything else that she had smelled since she woke not more than five minutes ago, reeked with the odor of sex that both stimulated and disgusted her. "Which way do you want me to drive?" she asked. "And remember, I'm just going to drive you there. This is a favor because you seem so desperate. After I drop you off, I am going to go back home to get some sleep." 

"Yeah, I already told you that you could do whatever you wanted when we got there. But let's go now. Come on! I don't wanna be late. Just drive towards the university. And hurry."

"Why is it so important that you be there and that you get there exactly on time," MaryJane asked.

"You don't gotta know. But when Leroy and Marquise invite me a party of theirs, they expect me to be there on time and no excuses."

"Who has a party that starts at ten in the morning?"

"They do, and it ain't none of your business when they start their party. Beside, they don't start the party at ten. The party ain't started yet or it started last night and is still going on. Either way, they told me to get there at ten. So quit asking me all those questions and just drive. Ok?"

MaryJane wondered how she had allowed Harold to get her into this situation. It certainly wasn't anything she wanted. She didn't feel like driving him to a party he needed to go to at ten in the morning. And she sure didn't want to drive him when she could have been asleep under her covers after a night that included multiple sex with multiple guys in the cabin, in her car and, finally, in her apartment with Harold. Giving in to Harold's entreaties most of the time resulted in MaryJane getting involved in situations she didn't really want to get involved in. "I am going to just drop you off and then turn around and go home," she said, as much as to remind him as to reassure herself.

"Yeah, I told you. There." He pointed. "At the light. Make a left. You go two blocks to Sweet Briar Street and make another left. Their house is the grey two story one."

MaryJane Huffman made the left and then the second left onto Sweet Briar. She wasn't very comfortable. This wasn't the best neighborhood in town, and this street seemed to be a sort of transition area between the university, about a mile away, and a semi-slum area that began a few blocks down. 

"There. There!, That's it. That house, turn in the driveway. Yeah."

MaryJane turned into the driveway and parked next to the attached garage. 

"Hey, I gotta tell you thanks," Harold said, looking at her car's dashboard timepiece. "You got us here right on time." He slipped his hand underneath her dress and put it on her naked thigh.

"Get your hand off of me," she said.

"I don't know why you always got to get so het up when I touch you. You sure don't mind it when we're fucking."

"Look, you asked me for a ride. And I gave it to you. Ok? I'm not washed and I'm tired and I just want to go home to sleep."

Instead of removing his hand from her thigh, Harold, moved his hand upwards towards her cunt."

"I told you to stop," she said.

"I just want to see if you're wet," he said.

"I said stop."

But his hand, or at least a finger, had passed through her slit and into her pussy. "You are soakin' wet," he said. "Sloppy wet."

"Leave me alone. We're here. Get out and go to your party," she said. At the same time she was saying that, though, she parted her knees slightly, giving him easier access to her cunt.

He didn't answer her, instead, he reached over to the tissue box in the car, pulled three or four tissues from the box. Crumbled them up into a wad and wiped her cunt hole with the wad. "Just tryin' to keep you from staining your car seat or your dress more with your skanky cum juice." 

"There's as much of your nasty cum there as there is my 'skanky juice' as you say. Now, just get out of this car and let me go home. You promised."

"See, you always gotta argue with anything I say." Harold said.

MaryJane knew very well that there was no profit for her in arguing with Harold. She wasn't likely to win the argument and it nearly always ended in her giving in to what ever he wanted. "Ok," she said. "I'm sorry. But I really want to go home. You're here. So just open the door and say goodbye."

"Ok." He said, surprising her with his easy acquiescence. But, instead of opening the door and getting out, he turned to her and this time put his hand on the outside of her dress over her thigh. He pressed down with his hand and she could feel his fingers press into the flesh of her thighs through the thin material of her dress. "How about just a little kiss, goodbye," he said.

She couldn't recall his ever before asking for a kiss. Kissing Harold wasn't exactly high up on the list of things she fantasized about or even wished for. His pimply face, thick lips and foul smelling mouth weren't terribly enticing. But if it was the price for getting him out of her car, she would do it. She leaned over a bit and pursed her lips.

His hand still over her dress and pressing into her thigh, he leaned over from his seat and covered her mouth with his, forcing his tongue between her lips and past her teeth. Before she knew what was happening, they were exchanging spit and tongue wrestling. His hand, still over her dress, moved upwards to the juncture of her thigh and her torso. She could feel his hand teasing her cunt to excitement as it pressed down just next to the hairy mound of her sex. She had no idea of what had happened, but, suddenly, her groin area was on fire and she could feel the inside walls of her pussy lubricating. She had just managed to disengage her mouth from his to tell him that, "We have got to stop this," when she heard, from behind her car, the sound of another car entering the driveway behind her car and parking there. "I won't be able to move my car," she told Harold. "I'm boxed in. Get out and tell them to let me out." But, instead of doing as she had asked, Harold began to kiss her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Again, she was unable to pull away and ended up returning his kiss. She heard whoever had driven the car behind hers, exit from that car and slam its door closed. From the corner of her eye, she could see the tall figure of a man pass her car and go into the house they were parked in front of. She thought she saw Harold raise one hand and wave to the person who had walked past her car. She used all her strength to push him away. "Harold," she told him, "Harold, you have got to tell whoever that was, to move his car and let me out. I have to go home. You promised."

"Don't worry so much."

"No, no." MaryJane insisted. "You promised. Get him to back his car out so that I can leave."

"You are a real ball buster," Harry whinned. "But, Ok." He got out of the car and walked over to the house.

As he entered the house, Mrs. Huffman leaned over and locked the car door. She sat in the car waiting for him to come out. She wanted to go home and go to sleep. The car had a foul smell, a mingling of her and Harold's odors and the remnant of the late night activities in the car with Augie and Buck, and, of course Harold. She wanted to open the window to air the space out, but was afraid to open the window. Closed it offered her some protection. This neighborhood didn't seem to her to be the safest in the world, even at ten in the morning. 

When, after five minutes, Harold still hadn't come out of the building, Mrs. Huffman got antsy. She flipped her sun visor down and inspected her face in the mirror. Ugh. Her hair wasn't a mess, that would be too nice a way to describe her hair. Her almost brown blond hair was totally uncombed. She attempted to get it in some order by running her fingers through the unruly mop, but without avail. Where was Harold? He couldn't have forgotten about her. She flipped the mirror back up. She was pretty, she knew. Most people described her as very good looking, maybe beautiful, at the least cute. But she was hardly cute, beautiful or even good looking at the moment, more bedraggled and dirty, unkempt. She should have showered after the sex last night, but had been too tired. Stupid Harold hadn't given her time to wash up this morning. And now look at her, she thought: sitting in her car wearing a cum splattered and wrinkled dress, no underwear, smelling of sex and looking like what she was, a fucked up, fucked out 31-year-old slut. 

She looked around the car. The back seat where she had masturbated and blown Augie and Buck last night, and where she had fucked and been fucked and what else by Harold after Augie and Buck had left looked innocent at the moment without debauchery going on. The seat looked a lot better than she did. She looked behind her. The car boxing hers in was still there. The car seemed to her to be in a sexual situation. Her car with its front touching the door of the garage. The car behind hers nudging against her car's rear. Yeah, she thought, it would seem real sexy, if you were a slut. But where was Harold? 

She blew the horn. Nothing. Once again. Still nothing. A third time. Finally the door to the house opened and someone looked out. It was a young Black man, maybe twenty, twenty-one years old. He looked at MaryJane for a second and then went back in.

After a few seconds, another young Black man opened the door and looked out. More success this time, he walked, sauntered would be a better description, to her car. She rolled down her window.

"You Harold's teacher, the lady brought him here?" he asked.

"Yes, that's me," she said. "Harold was supposed to be getting the guy parked behind me to come out and move his car so I could get out. Where is he?"

"Harold said for you to come in for a minute," said the young Black man.

"I am sorry, I can't," she smiled sweetly. "I have to be getting home. Could you please get the driver of the car behind me to let me out." No way was MaryJane going to get out of her car and go into that house. She had a way of getting into 'situations' every time she did what Harold suggested.

"Harold said for you to come in for a minute."

She smiled again at the young Black man. "I really would like to, but I can't. Could you ask Harold to come out. I need to speak with him. Please" 

The man gave MaryJane a long looking at. She couldn't be positive, she didn't want to be caught staring, but it sure seemed as if he had a major erection poking against the material of the basketball shorts he was wearing. "I'll try to get him to come out," he said and turned around to walk back into the house. MaryJane rolled her window back up and waited for Harold to come speak to her. If that was an erection she had seen, it was quite impressive, she thought. She waited it seemed like ten minutes this time, but Harold still hadn't come out. 

"Fuck this," she thought. She got out of the car and walked towards the house.

She waited, trying to gather her thoughts before, finally, knocking on the door. After a few seconds, another young Black man, different from the one who had come to the car before, opened the door. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Uh, I need to speak to Harold. I'm his teacher. I gave him a ride here. Could you ask him to come out here?"

"He said for you to come in and talk with him. He's busy."

MaryJane couldn't think of any reason she could give to remain outside. On the other hand, she really didn't think it was a good idea for her to go in. "Please ask him to come out, I only need to speak to him for a couple of seconds."

The man at the door looked at her for a long time. Finally, he scowled. "Stay here. I'll get him."

She wished he'd hurry. MaryJane had been waiting at the door for maybe five minutes (It seemed that long) when the door opened and Harold stepped out.

"Whyn't you come in when they asked you?" he said.

"You were supposed to get the driver of the car boxing me in to move it so I can get out," she said.

"He don't want to move it." 

"What?"

"He don't want to move it, that's why I told you to come in."

"You promised."

"He don't want to listen to me."

"Harold, please."

"Why don't you just come in. Maybe he'll listen to you." Harold lowered his voice, "They saying that maybe the reason you ain't coming in is because they're Black."

"That's absurd," she said.

"I'm just saying that that's what they saying. Look, just come in for a few minutes. You'll see."

Whatever part of her mind wasn't addled by a lack of sleep and an excess of sex fatigue was telling MaryJane Huffman that the one thing she shouldn't do is follow Harold into the house. But addled and Fatigued non-thinking won the day. "Alright, but just a few minutes," she said. She followed Harold into the house. 

As soon as she entered what she supposed was the living room, MaryJane realized that listening to Harold and coming in here wasn't the smartest thing she had ever done. As a matter of fact it was stupid. Why was she so dumb? She had no will power. And, although she wanted only to leave this place, go home and go to sleep, a tingling of her clit and a hardening of her nipples testified to her stupidity. She saw the outline of the guy's big prick, and she got all horny. But, no matter, as soon as she could, she was out of here.

The room was barely furnished. A couple of kitchen chairs, an easy chair, a coffee table, a couch, a television set showing a pornographic movie and a computer set up in the corner. No pictures on the walls, no curtains but shades drawn down. On the table a large baggy filled with marijuana. A bong sat on the table next to the baggy. A haze of smoke hung in the room, no doubt Marijuana smoke. There were four people in the room. Two people, Harold identified them as Marquise and Leroy sat on the couch, the third, who looked to be the driver of the car that had boxed MaryJane's car in, was identified as Buttah by Harold. "So this is the party you were in such a hurry to get to," she said to Harold.

"Yeah, great, ain't it," he replied.

"Leroy got off the couch and walked over to where MaryJane was standing. "Hey, you my boy Harold's teacher from school?" he said. "I'm glad to be meeting you. Harold told us all about you."

"She the teacher fucked the whole high school," muttered Buttah from his chair in front of the computer. He didn't turn around to look at MaryJane as he said that.

"It wasn't the whole school, just six guys from one class," she said. Why hadn't she just ignored Buttah's comment. It must have been the marijuana haze that made her respond. She turned to Leroy. "I really need to get the car boxing mine in moved so that I can get out of here and go home."

"Hey, join the party for a while, take a toke," he said.

"I'd like to, but I really have to go." she said.

Marquise looked away from the television screen and the porno movie he was watching to look at MaryJane. "You the babe who don't shave her cunt?" he said. He looked back at the television screen that MaryJane saw was displaying a gang bang flick of some sort.

This time she didn't respond to the comment. Coming in to this place, she thought to herself again, was a stupid mistake. "Could you get someone to move the car blocking mine?" she said to Leroy. She hated Harold. Hated him with a passion. First, he had gotten her into this situation, and, second, the jerk didn't know how to shut up. What else had he told them about her? 

"Uh, we got a problem about that," said Leroy.

"What?"

"The car blockin' yours in is Buttah's, but he don't wan to move it."

"Why?"

"He says that you shoulda told him to move it when he drove in. That now he is busy."

"It'll only take a minute," MaryJane said.

"I said I was busy. Later," she heard Buttah growl from his station at the computer.

She looked at Harold for help. He had gotten her into this situation. "Harold," she said, "you know that I need to get home. You promised."




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 05



He looked over at Buttah and just shrugged.

"White teacher don't want to mess around with no niggers," came the comment from Marquise who didn't take his attention away from the television screen which, MaryJane noticed, was now showing a scene involving six large Black men and one well endowed blond, all naked either fucking or getting ready to fuck. 

"Relax," said Leroy.

"I need to get home," she said, realizing as she said it that odds are she was going to be here a lot longer than she wanted, that she was going to get home much later than she had planned, and that probably sex was going to happen for her much sooner than she was really ready for. How much sex could she do in just a couple of days? Her dress was a crumpled mess of cum splotches. Her hair, face and body were encrusted with dried cum. Her mouth tasted of cum. She didn't want to think of the name 'cum bucket,' slut was bad enough.

""Don't you worry your pretty head, none," Leroy said. "We'll make sure you get home. In the meantime, sit down, relax. Have a toke. There's a place on the couch, next to Marquise," he added.

What else was she able to do? MaryJane walked over to the couch. She sat down on the couch as far from Marquise as she was able. Leroy brought the bong over. He gave it to her and lit his lighter. The school year wasn't due to start for another 5 weeks; drug testing for teachers wouldn't be for at least a month after that, so MaryJane thought that, at least as far as the testing was concerned, she was safe. She took a hit, inhaling deeply. She glanced at Harold who was sitting on his chair opposite the couch. That smirky smile was still pasted to his face. He winked at her. If it hadn't been a criminal offense, she would have strangled him. The toke went down real smooth. She could feel its affect almost immediately.

Leroy lit his lighter again. "Take another, this is goooood shit."

She complied. This time she was sure she was getting high. As usual at those rare times she got high, Mrs. Huffman's thoughts turned to sex. Well, to be honest about it, hard as she tried to think of other things, her thoughts often turned to sex. She snuck a glance at Leroy's pants to see if the outline of his very large penis was still visible. It was. She felt that horny tickling of her clit begin to stir again.

"One more," Leroy coaxed her.

"What the hell." She was high. No doubt about it. 

Leroy sat down on the floor in front of the couch and draped the crook of his arm over MaryJane's knee. He turned his attention to the television as the performers had just reconfigured themselves, the blond face down on the bed, the large Black guys surrounding her, two of them with their pricks inserted in her vagina and mouth, the other four holding their very long and thick dicks in their hands, manipulating them just enough to keep them hard.

"You ever fuck a Black man?" Leroy asked from his position at her feet. The Marijuana was definitely affecting her. She giggled for an answer.

Leroy slipped his hand under her dress and snaked it up along the inside of her thigh towards her cunt. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked but made no effort to stop his hands from wandering where it would.. His fingers were rubbing her cunt hair, his thumb was tracing her cunt slit.

"Nothing," he answered. "Wanted to feel what a white chick's hairy cunt feels like."

"Please don't," she said, but at the same time as she asked him to stop, she spread her knees apart. His exploring fingers were making it hard for her to think. She really ought to make some sort of effort to stop what was about to begin happening. She did want it to stop. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go to sleep. 

She looked over at Harold. He had gotten her into this situation. He might make some effort to help her. Their eyes met. He shrugged. 

Leroy, meanwhile, was continuing his exploration of her privates. And, her cunt was reacting to Leroy's gentle probing. Its walls were slick from the juice she was exuding. Her clit was tingling. She could feel her nipples getting hard as they rubbed against her dress. She had been on a non-stop fucking spree the past two days. She hadn't thought she could do anymore sex, but, well, she was what she thought and what was were two different things. She definitely was getting hot. 

Leroy continued his probing of her cunt area.

She was surely getting hot. Face it, she said to herself, if you're not a slut, you're as close to it as a well bred, college educated, formerly married, Catholic high school teacher can be. She ought to stop him, but his hand on her pussy did feel good. 

He had inserted a finger into her cunt. She couldn't force herself to make him stop. Her breathing deepened, her salivating increased and she couldn't stop swallowing. On the television screen, the girl had just finished being double penetrated and was on her knees preparing to receive the men's cum in her mouth and on her face. In the room, in real life, Leroy's thumb was circling MaryJane's clit. Without a doubt, she was getting hot. Hotter. Her face was flushed. She looked around. The men in the room, Leroy, Marquise, Buttah, Harold, they were all watching her. 

"Hey, teacher lady, wanna take a tour of the house?" Leroy asked her as his fingers continued their examination of her cunt. 

"Oh, What?" she asked him. She knew he had asked her something, but she hadn't been able to concentrate on anything except how his fingers in her twat was making her feel.

"I asked if you wanted to take a tour of this house," he repeated.

"Uh, Oh, Okay," she said. A tour of the house. That seemed okay. She stood up. 

He let his hand drop from under her dress. He stood up and put his hand around her waist. They walked a few steps to the hallway. She was conscious of the men watching her ass as she walked, the rounded globes of her backside that Harold said was the sexiest ass of any teacher in the whole world. Leroy pointed to the end of the hall, "There's the kitchen," he said, but made no effort to go there. He had another destination in mind, moving now towards the stairs. "Let's go upstairs to see what we can find there." As they climbed up the staircase, he put his hand on her backside, sliding it up and down the sleek material of her dress. His hand felt so good touching her through the sheer material of the dress. "Harold told us you was the best piece of ass he had ever had." 

She could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, the feel of his hand sliding along the curve of her ass trumping any attempt on her part for rational thought. If there was anything for sure in this world, it was that she was hot. H. O. T. The Marijuana had awakened her senses to the extent that she could think of nothing else but of his hand and how it made anyplace it touched feel.

He opened a door at the top of the landing. "This is my bedroom," he said.

"Oh," she said and stepped into the room. Screws everything, she knew what was going to happen. Oh, her clit, her cunt, her tit nipples, her thighs, really her whole body was radiating heat. She could sense the smell of her sex spreading out from every part of her body. She glanced down and saw Leroy's prick pressing against the fabric of his shorts. It was so big that it was obscene. 

She went to his sleeping place, a mattress on the floor of the room. She had no choice about what to do next. She did it. She lay down flat on her back. She reached her hands straight out to beckon him into her embrace. 

Oh my god, she thought, she was a slut. Her cunt was on fire. She wanted nothing else but to feel his body atop hers. At last, finally, it had only been maybe fifteen seconds, but it seemed much longer, he lay down on top of her. Mrs. Huffman could feel his huge prick pressing through his pants and through her dress against her cunt. She began to issue a series of moans and groans, of mewling and gasping with every move of his hands, with every push of his giant dick against her body. She couldn't stop the sounds she was making. Maybe she could still stop this, what was happening.

"You never had Black dick before?" he asked her again.

She was too lost to the explosions of stimulation running through her body to speak in sentences. No, she only was able to shake her head.

"Ready yourself for a treat then," he said, loosening his belt and lowering his pants.

This was what she had come into this house for. Harold had set her up for this. She hated the bastard, but this is what she wanted more than anything right now.

She smiled noticing that he, too, wasn't wearing underpants. She gasped when she saw the size of his organ. It was ten inches in length, at least ten inches. The thumb and forefinger of one hand couldn't come close to circling the girth of his massive joint. It may have only been the moment, or the effect of the bong hits, but she was in love with his very big cock, enamored of it, eager to touch and hold it, ready suck it and, glory be to god, to be fucked by it. 

She lifted her ass up off the bed as he raised the hem of her dress up past her thighs, and to her belly button. She dropped her ass back down to the mattress and raised her shoulders up as he pulled the top of her dress down to meet its hem at her belly button. She continued to moan as he put his prick against the slit of her very wet vagina and began to enter her. Her last coherent thought before she became totally engulfed by the sensation of his prick filling her vagina was to wonder if the missionary position was favored by Black guys too.

"Oh, big. Big. Full. Yes.Yessssss," she said as he slid the massive head of his huge prick down past the wet lips of her cunt and into the deepest recess of her vagina. "My God, Oh My God, Oh dear god, my cunt, your prick, Oh,oh, oh.I Looooove this." 

Suddenly, it became clear to her what the statement, 'once you've gone black, there's no going back' meant. 

He began to fuck her, thrusting his massive cock down through the grasping lips of her vulva, filling the ruby red walls of her cunt to a capacity they had never felt before. The head of his prick battered against her cervix.

Her whole body began to shake and tremble. Electric excitement ran from her cunt through her body, waking every nerve ending from her big toe to the top of her skull. 

She Loved this.

He quickened the pace of his fucking and she began to repeat over and over "yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! This is soooo wonderful."

She began to giggle, "This is too goooood."

You like being fucked by a Black man," Leroy said.

"No. I Looooovvvvve it," she said staring at his brown eyes set deep in the dark skin of his face. 

He grabbed her ankles and lifted them high, pressing them back so that they almost touched her shoulder, lifting her ass high off the mattress. For a second she was afraid that he was going to put his huge prick into her ass, but she relaxed as she realized that her new position with her ankles touching her ears allowed his long prick to reach deep into her cunt. Every stroke of that huge instrument of pleasure that jutted from between his legs brought sensation to another part of her cunt. 

Then,without warning, his prick still deep into her cunt, he turned her body over. She was face forward, supported by her hands and knees. She wondered how she had arrived at this position without his prick never leaving the warmth of her cunt. He continued to slam himself into the soaking wet depths of her squeezing, thrilled cunt.

And then she came. She came and came. Her hard nipples, rubbing against the mattress sent sparks of pleasure through her breasts.

She began to giggle.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. I sometimes use a big black dildo at home. I thought it was pretty good. It is nothing against your real thing. I love your prick."

"Harold told us about the dildo." With that, Leroy increased the speed of his thrusts, the power of his battering of her cunt.

As he increased his speed, she increased the quantity and the quality of her moans, yelps, little screams, and ohs and ahs. They came one after the other. 

Did she say that she loved this? Oh yes, she did. She did. But she wasn't sure that love was the right word. It didn't say ENOUGH! 

She began to shudder, her whole body shook. His big prick slammed in and out of her as she came once again, and again and again and again.

Leroy stopped. A smile lit up his face. "You are one good fuck for a white girl." He released his cock from her slippery cunt. MaryJane dropped her legs from her shoulder and spread her aching muscles to relax them. She had managed to slow her breathing and rest the aroused nerves throughout her body. 

Amazingly, MaryJane Huffman wondered at this man Leroy's staying power, he had not come as yet, and she happily realized that there was more to come. 

"Harold told us you are real good at sucking cock. Let's see," he said. He stood up.

Well, she now had a reputation to live up to. Slowly, she raised her body into a squatting position in front of him. There, just inches from her mouth, was that beautiful, pleasure bringing, black monster of a prick. She cupped his balls with tenderness and opened her mouth as wide as she was able.

"Ok, teach, I is ready," his cock was hard as steel and he thrust it into the wet hole of her mouth.

She sucked it in eagerly, hollowed her cheeks and ran her tongue up and down and around and around the steel hard shaft of his cock. She inhaled deeply, tasting and smelling the odor and and tang of her own juices deposited on Leroy's big cock. She tightened her lips on the black cock's shaft, milking it with a gnawing movement of her lips. She reached her hands around his torso, locking her fingers together at his ass and pulling his body tight against her mouth. Her tongue pressured the shaft of his cock and its head pushed against the back of her throat. She was fighting her gag reflex and winning the fight for the most part. His prick was so big. She was barely able to get enough air into her lungs to keep on going, but, gasping when she needed she maintained pressure on his monster prick with her lips, her tongue, and the back of her throat until the moment she felt his cock begin to swell and twitch and, as he let out a loud groan, begin to shoot its deposit of cum deep into her throat. Desperately, she swallowed and was able to capture most of his initial discharge. He continued to emit cum from his twitching cock until her mouth was filled with the thick paste of semen. She was able to swallow most of it. She managed to keep enough in her mouth so that she was able to savor its tangy flavor. Some of his discharge managed to trickle past her lips and down towards her chin. She put her hands down and slowly lay back on the mattress. She looked up at the standing figure of the large Black, sculpted body of the man who had helped her to orgasm after orgasm and gave him a large smile.

"You think you gonna be able to go back to that little white dick of Harold's for satisfaction?"

She considered Leroy's question seriously and then shrugged. Who knew?

Leroy smiled back at her. "Harold wasn't shittin' us. You an ace number one cocksucker." 

Now he squatted down next to her on the blanket. "lemme rest for a minute," he said. "Like another hit off the bong?" he asked her.

What the hell, she thought. She nodded a big yes.

She took two hits this time, as did he. Feeling good, she reached over to grab a hold of his cock. Though not really hard after his orgasm, it was still as large, larger, much larger than any other cock she had ever had contact with. She played with his cock until she felt it begin to get hard gain. She thought that she was nothing less than a total slut. At least at this moment. A slut. He was laying down and she bent over his prick and took it into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down its shaft until it grew back into its giant fucking mode. "Want to put this into my cunt again?" she asked. No question about it, Mrs. Huffman loved a hard cock, adored a BIG hard cock.

"That's a good idea," he said. "But this time I want you to be talkin' to me the whole time we fuckin'."

"Talking?"

"Yeah, ask me for it. You k now 'Fuck me nigger.' 'Put that big fat cock where it belongs,' you know that kind of shit."

Mrs. Huffman had trouble saying the "N" word. But for the good fucking she knew it would earn, she would do her best to comply with his wishes. She lay down and spread her arms and legs wide. 

"Let's see how hard your big black cock can plow my little white cunt, Leroy," she said.

Soon they were back at it, fucking merrily along, until they heard the door to the bedroom open. 

It was Marquise. Leroy slowed the action of his fucking and looked over at his housemate. "Wassup?"

Marquise smiled at the tangled mass of arms, legs and torsos writhing on the mattress. "Buttah says he's finished playing his game. He'll back his car out to let you leave," he said.

MaryJane Huffman didn't hesitate in her reply. "Not right now. Maybe in a little bit," she said as Leroy once again picked up the pace of his fucking. "Shove that big cock all the way in my slut cunt," she commanded him.

Marquise gave one more glance at the monster with two backs on the mattress and left the room. The squishing sound of a big cock in a little wet cunt filled the room. They changed position again, never, though, letting his cock leave her needy pussy.

MaryJane was riding Leroy in a reverse cowboy when the door to the bedroom opened again. It was Marquise. "Sorry to disturb you folks," he said. "Buttah says he wants a try at the white slut." 

Leroy looked up at MaryJane. "Whadayousay?" he asked her.

"let me rest for a minute," she said. "And let me have another hit off that bong," she added. Did it matter, she thought. Was she a slut, she thought. Was she curious about what Buttah's prick was like? "Ok, send him up," she said.

Marquise left the room. "You know why we call him Buttah?" he asked. 

MaryJane didn't want to guess. But, as a result of her happy fucking from Leroy, she felt that she could handle anything that Buttah could throw her way. 

Mrs. Huffman and Leroy had just finished taking a hit apiece off the bong when Buttah came into the room.

"Ok, slut, you ready for a real man?'

An electric thrill of excitement ran through her body as she heard him call her a slut. Well, she would show this surly big Black man what a slut could do. She had been on an almost non-stop fucking spree for he last two days and for a week before. She looked at the color of her skin. She looked at the cum stained dress still wrapped around her tummy. She ran her tongue around her mouth and over her lips. She tasted the remnants of the Leroy's cum. "Ok. Mr. Buttah, come fuck your white slut. Let's see what you got." 

Leroy got off the mattress, taking the bong with him. He moved to the corner of the room and sat down on the floor, ready to enjoy the show.

After removing his pants, he kept his shirt on, Buttah took the vacated place on the mattress and shoved MaryJane down on her back. He spread her legs wide. With no conversation, he lay his body on hers so that she could feel its full weight pressing against her. With no warm up, he stuck his big brown dick in her cunt. He was considerably thicker than Leroy, but his prick was about the same length as Leroy's. She mujst have been a slut. Her cunt easily parted to accommodate the massive instrument. Buttah didn't fuck anything like Leroy. His prick now buried deep in her cunt he began to fuck. 

And fuck her he did, bang, bang, bang, hard, hard, harder. Bang, Bang, but no thank you m'aam. MaryJane was learning what it would be to be fucked by a jackhammer. Rocking into her at a maddening pace, grunting at every stroke, he filled her slut cunt with his big brown cock. "Yes, yeah, yes, yay, oh god yes," she said. Aaargh, ohhhh, ah, ah," she said.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 05



Slowly, she caught on to his rhythm and locked her legs around the back of his thighs, egging him on to fuck her, "Harder you big Black fucker, Harder." "Yeah, I'm a slut, fuck me," she shouted as she started and continued to feel her orgasm run through her body.. 

Suddenly his grunting sounds increased in speed and volume and Buttah pulled his throbbing prick from her cunt. He jumped up to put its tip against her mouth. She opened her jaw wide as she could and he shot his considerable load of sweet but tangy jism towards her wide open mouth. His aim could have been better, but about half of the heavy load managed to find its way into her mouth, the other half sprayed itself where it would, landing in her hair, on her forehead, her eyes and her nose. Some hit her chin and some on her chest. 

"You are really one major slut," he said as he got up, pulled on his pants and prepared to leave. "I'm goin' now. You can move you car."

"Thanks," she said. "And thanks for the fuck," she added as he left the room. MaryJane had no regrets for the fuckings she had received so far today. She did, though, wonder whether Harold had heard or seen any of her recent activity with Leroy and Buttah and, if he had, whether that, too, would become part of the story he was obviously so fond of spreading about her.

MaryJane Huffman sat up on the mattress and took a deep, deep breath. She had had at least six or seven, or maybe more depending on how you count with Leroy and Buttah. She smeared the still gooey cum on her face and body onto her hand and, unable to figure out what to do with it, licked some of it off with her tongue and smeared the rest onto the mattress. She pulled the dress from around her waist up to cover her tits and, standing up, pulled it down over her hips to as far as it would go towards her knees. The dress hadn't gotten any less crumpled or any less sweat and cum stained while she had been fucked.

She looked around the room but was glad when she was unable to see a mirror anywhere. Maybe she was better off that way. She was a mess to look at, and she knew it. With her new best friend Leroy, she walked out of the room and downstairs where Marquise and (she had forgotten all about him) Harold were waiting.

MaryJane considered her next move for a moment. She had had as much sex as a girl could want. But she could do more, she realized. And she was in a very good mood.

"Marquise," she said, Hows about I give you a little of what the girl in the video was giving."

"Sounds good," he answered. "But she was handling six guys at one time." 

MaryJane Huffman had been fucked by two large, well endowed Black men. She hadn't been fucked, though, by two, large, well endowed Black men at once. If she was going to be a proper slut, she would have to correct that, she thought, or maybe it was the marijuana that was doing the thinking, she didn't care. She was far from being satiated. "We haven't got six here, but how about you and Leroy together?" she proposed. 

MaryJane Huffman, for the first time, she realized, was taking the initiative. Always a reluctant fuckee, she had become an aggressor fuckee. It was the beauty of these large black cocks, their promise of extreme pleasure that induced this change. Not only did she want to be be fucked, but now she was eager to ask to be fucked. 

"I'm good with that, " Leroy said.

"And me," added Marquise.

"What about me," Harold piped in.

"Not you," MaryJane said. "You fucked me over enough so that you don't even get to smell my pussy."

"Shit," Harold said, "I can smell your skank pussy all the way over here." 

Real classy, MaryJane thought and then ignored him, turning to the task at hand. 

She took Marquise's hand and led him to the couch. She waved Leroy to the couch to join them. "Harold, you can stay over there and watch." As soon as she said that she was sorry because, she remembered him on the front seat coaching her while she took care of Augie and Buck in the back seat of her car. Probably, he got off watching and directing too. Well, this was an imperfect world she thought. 

She took her dress off this time, and laid it down on one of the chairs. Leroy led her to the edge of the couch. He bent her down so that her stomach lay over its end. He bowed and offered Marquise the opportunity to enter her cunt from the rear. She didn't care who was where (except for not letting Harold get anything) and offered her mouth to Leroy who sat twisted on the couch, on a level with her head so she could take his cock in her mouth.

.

And away they went. Fucking and sucking, sucking and fucking, changing positions and changing positions again, coming a lot and not coming part of the time, but mostly coming. The activity was punctuated by grunts, growls and yells of pleasure from Leroy and Marquise and by calls for "Mggffuh" and "Harrrahgh" from MaryJane Huffman whose mouth was stuffed with Leroy's big black cock one minute and then Marquise large cock the next minute..

When they were through, Mrs. Huffman leaned back on the couch. She stretched her legs out in front of her as far as they would go. "I am beat," she announced. She had entered this house with trepidation, thinking that probably she would be fucked, but not really looking forward to it. Well, live and learn, she thought. "Yes, I have been truly fucked," she repeated. 

"You look it, and smell it too," said Harold, classy as ever. 

MaryJane didn't care what Harold said. With him and his fellow classmates, she had been reluctant to engage in sex. She had wanted it, she realized, but she needed the hint of reluctance on her part and of their insistence and coercion before engaging with them. Here, with Leroy and Marquise, and Buttah too, she wasn't dealing with former students. More to the point, their magnificent cocks thrilled her beyond any chance to be embarrassed. 

"Hey, Harold's teacher, teach," said Leroy. "We gonna have a real party day after tomorrow. Eleven a.m. You be here? Be a good party. Got a bunch of guys from the team going to join us."

MaryJane Huffman felt a renewed flow of cunt juice wet her insides and moisten the lips of her pussy. She thought about Leroy's invitation for a while. She wondered just how much of a slut she had become, how much of a slut she was willing to become. She imagined Leroy's friends had tools as big as his. She thought that she had only had limited sexual experience before now (that was why being with her former students had been such a revelation after years of no sex at all). The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't want Harold and his big mouth to know too much about what she was going to do. "We'll see," she finally said to Leroy. "If I can get some rest and get clean, maybe. Probably." She got up, gave each of them, Leroy and Maequise a goodbye peck on the cheek. She started to go to her car.

"Hey, I need a ride back," said Harold.

She considered leaving him here. Then, what the hell. Ok, she waved at him to follow her. "See you the day after tomorrow," she said to Leroy and Marquise, having decided that she'd be there for the chance it would give her to refine her sluthood some more.

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In the car, she buckled up, watched that Harold did too, and backed out of the driveway. She thought of Buttah and smiled.

Neither she nor Harold spoke as she maneuvered the car into the street and made a right turn to head for her house. Harold reached for the radio, but she slapped his hand away. 

"Why you always giving me a hard time," he said, "I just wanted to get some music playing."

""I hate you." She said.

"What? Why?" he was back to his whinning mode. 

"Because, for one thing, you don't know how to keep your mouth shut. Right now, I'm thinking that as soon as you get back, you're going to be telling all the guys about what went down at Leroy and Marquise' house."

"Hey, I'm not going to say nuthin'."

"That's a double negative," she said.

"What?" That what are you talking about expression was on his face.

"It means that you are going to say something."

"Whatever." He looked straight ahead. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at her, "Hey, Mrs. Huffman." He said, "None of the guys there, Leroy or Marquise or Buttah. None of them tried to fuck you in the ass, did they?"

She put a quizzical look on her face.

"I told them that if I brought you over there they couldn't do that."

"You told them you were bringing me over to their house?" She was ready to throw this lying, double crossing bastard from her car....while it was moving.

"Hey, no, nothing like that. I said if, IF, you came over."

She believed not a word that he said, but, she had been too satisfied by the fucking in the house to be very angry now.

"And what you got to be angry about anyway?" he said.

"You set me up. You set it up so I would end up getting fucked by them."

"So, even if I did, and I'm not sayin' I did, so what. You were one happy teacher when they were through."

"That doesn't matter. It's the principle." 

"Principle."

"You don't put people in a position that they don't want to be."

"What if I set up a surprise birthday party? Is that bad too?"

What was the use of arguing with him? Mrs. Huffman continued to drive.

"You know why they didn't fuck you in the ass," he said to break the silence.

She didn't say anything. She didn't want to talk to him about that, about anything really.

"I told them I'd get you over to their house on one condition, that they didn't fuck your ass, that they save that for me."

MaryJane's eyes bugged out. She turned the wheel and parked the car. It was in the middle of a busy street, but she didn't care. She stared at Harold. "You presumptuous prick! How did you dare to think...."

"Don't get a cow," he cut her off. "They didn't bother your ass, did they. Just think how those big-ass pricks would have felt in your bung hole. Would have torn you apart."

She couldn't believe what he was saying. He was trying to take credit for claiming her ass as his. Enough, she put the car back into drive and headed for home. "Where shall I drop you off?"

"Take me to your place," Harold said.

"What?"

"I wanna wash up before I go to my home. And you don't want to go near my place looking like you do. You know what you look like right now?"

She knew. "Ok, but just to wash up. Then you leave."

"Yeah, ok. But you know, you ought to leave me break in your shit hole for being fucked."

"Get out. Right Now! Out of this car."

"You know, you are somethin' else. Can't you tell when I'm just kiddin' you?"

"Ok, but you leave as soon as you wash up."

Didn't I say I would?"

MaryJane didn't say anything else. She continued driving home. She thought about the party in two days at Leroy and Marquise' house. She wondered how many people would be there. Right now, she wanted to rest and wash up. And get rid of Harold as soon as she could.

The End (of this chapter)



ILienBagby is very tired right now. The next installment in the saga of Mrs. Huffman will be submitted in two weeks. Until then, please, please, I'm begging, send in your e-mails, make your comments. Do you think Mrs. Huffman is just a skanky slut or is she a young lady coming into healthy terms with her sex drive? Your opinion. I have mine. What is yours?



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 06



10 minutes have elapsed since the end of CH. 05

Mary Jane Huffman, followed by Harold McCarthy, walked into her condo apartment and shut her door. "Ok," she said, "Go wash up. You know where the bathroom is. I am going to lie down. I have to rest."

Mrs. Huffman was tired. She had been on an almost non-stop fuckfest for three days now and she needed to rest. She needed to sleep. 

Also, she needed to get clean herself, but Harold was using her bathroom. For the nth time, she thought, she should never have allowed him in to her place. She let him in and the next thing that happened was they ended up fucking. She did not need that now.

She needed to use the shower, needed to soak in the tub.

Her body was speckled with dried cum. Her cunt had been leaking come down the insides of her thighs. More cum, souvenirs from her jacking off the boys in her car, was now dried and stuck in her hair. Her dress, of course, was all wrinkled and cum splattered as a result of her fucking in the cabin, her screwing in the Back seat with Harold and her gang bang with Leroy, Marquise, and Buttah at their apartment. And, of course, the night before's activities in her bed with Harold had left a further residue of his and her discharges on her face, arms, and torso. Her mouth tasted of man cum and the women's vaginal secretion, her own, that she had tasted while blowing the various men and boys who had fucked her. 

Tired and dirty didn't describe how she felt. Exhausted and filthy, that was it. Yes, especially the filthy part. 

She had just enough energy left to shout at Harold, "After you finish washing up, just leave and close the door. I have got to get some rest." She plopped down on the bed and got under the blanket without removing her cum and sweat drenched dress. She spread her limbs wide to ease her strained and tired muscles.

She heard Harold mutter what she supposed was his reply. Water ran in the shower.

She fell asleep. 

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Hours later, she blinked her eyes open. Daylight was streaming into her bedroom. When she had laid down to rest, the sun had just begun to go down. It was now high in the sky, near noon she estimated. Well, she had needed a long, quiet sleep like the one she had just had..

She pushed her body up into a sitting position, and stretched. She was still wearing the dress she had been too tired to take off before falling asleep. 

A smell of fresh coffee! 

It had better not be. But it must have been. 

It was. 

Harold came into the room. He was holding a half filled cup of coffee in his hand. 

"Why are you still here?" she said.

"I found your dildo and vibrator," was his reply. It didn't matter what anyone said, Harold would turn any question, any conversation, into a statement that involved sex. At first she thought he did that only because he didn't wish to answer a question. Later, however, she figured he did it because sex was the only thing he thought about. 

"The vibrator and dildo were in the box under my bed! Did you climb under my bed while I was asleep?"

"Hey, I could see where the mattress sunk down under your ass. If I wanted, I could of petted your ass through the mattress, but I decided to let you sleep. "

"You are disgusting. Let me have a cup of coffee."

"Ain't none. I drank it."

Harold McCarthy was totally objectionable person. When he was a student in her class, he never paid attention. He hardly ever turned in his homework on time. He was rude and disrespectful. And his pimply face and skinny body weren't exactly works of art. Mrs. Huffman was incredulous. She had asked him to leave last night, but he was still here. He made coffee using her coffee maker and, no doubt, her coffee but hadn't made enough for her. She didn't, really didn't, like him.

MaryJane Huffman pushed herself up and out of the bed. She needed that cup of coffee. She needed to get Harold out of her apartment. She couldn't believe it. She had fucked , she looked at him, this goofy looking slob almost non-stop for two days now. 

She staggered her way towards the kitchen. Harold, followed her. She knew, she could feel, that he was watching the sweet globes of her ass bounce beneath the sheer fabric of her dress as she made her way from the bedroom to the kitchen. God, he had made breakfast for himself and piled the dirty dishes in her sink. 

"Do you expect me to wash your dirty dishes?" 

"You know, you got the prettiest ass of any teacher in the whole world," he said.

"Why aren't you out of here," she said. "I told you to leave last night." She was at the sink rinsing out the coffee maker. He stood behind her and ran his hands down her back side, feeling the silky smoothness of her rump. "Stop that!" she yelled as she tried to concentrate on making the coffee. She couldn't believe it, she had allowed this stupid slob to fuck her to, how many, ten, eleven, twenty orgasms in this bed, in her car, at the cabin in the last two days and she didn't know how many times in the last two months before now. 

"Your nipples are hard. I can see them poking against your dress," Harold said. "You ain't wearing no underwear."

"You know I haven't been wearing underwear for two days now. You stole my panties. I don't know what happened to my bra or if I ever even wore it. I am a whore."

"Hey, don't say that. You ain't no whore."

"I ain't no whore? You guys don't laugh and call me a whore when I'm not there?"

"Hey, I said we don't call you a whore. A slut maybe, but not a whore."

He was a nudge and a pain in the neck. "A slut? A whore?' What's the difference?"

"You're a slut. But you are not a whore. That's all!"

He was a former student in the high school English class she taught at Holy Mother of God High, and he had been a miserable student. He had never paid attention. He had been disrespectful in class, disruptive. He had barely passed the course, passing, as a matter of fact, because she really didn't want him in her class a second time. And now, here he was in her condo, drinking her coffee and telling her she was a slut and defining for her the difference between a slut and a whore. And worse, here she was, listening intently to what he had to say.

"A slut, she does it, fucks, because her cunt tells her to. It feels good! A whore fucks because her head tells her to. It'll help her get money or something."

"So you're saying I'm a slut because....." She paused to think.

"Because you like to fuck, you need it!" Harold interrupted.

The coffee had perked through. MaryJane filled her cup. She looked for sugar. There was none.

"I finished the sugar, that's what you lookin' for?"

"Don't you think you ought to stop before you finish all the sugar?"

Harold shrugged his shoulders. "You crave a hard cock. Your cunt does!"

It took her two seconds before she realized that he was harkening back to the 'slut' conversation. Mrs. Huffman gave him a sour look. She cradled the coffee cup in her hands and began to walk to the kitchen table. Harold was right behind her. He reached around her body and gripped his fingers together around her stomach. She felt his penis press against the hard roundness of her ass. Oh, God, his hands were slipping downwards and his fingers were pressing against the fabric of her dress, rubbing over the bush adorning her cunt.

"Please," she said. "Please stop that."

"How come you don't shave down here?" he said as his fingers traced little circles to explore the top of her slit.

"Because I'm not a child and it looks like a little baby's if it's shaved. I said STOP."

But the little circular motions of his fingers around her clit didn't stop. They grew more aggressive. He pushed harder against her clit and Mrs. Huffman stopped trying to stop him. She raised her coffee cup and sipped from it. She relaxed her body and pushed her behind against his hard, stiff prick. She stayed where she was for a moment, forgetting everything, lost in the warm sensation spreading from her cunt outward. 

He pulled her a bit tighter against his groin, grinding his prick against the top of the crack of her ass. "I bet your cunt is really getting wet," he spoke behind her ear. 

She was getting wet. She brought an elbow backward against his stomach and stepped away from his embrace. "All you think about is sex," she said.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, Oh, never mind," she said. She went to her breakfast table and sat down. She took the one croissant left in the bread basket and began to nibble at it. She definitely needed to stop this with him. There were other things in her life than sex. She had to quit this randiness. She had done it before. Quit. Stopped sex. She would now again. 

Harold sat down opposite her. He reached down under the table and pulled her feet up, placing her shin on his thigh. His hand reached down and smoothed the top of her thighs underneath her dress. 

"I knew you were a slut the first time I seen you. It was when you walked into our Junior English class and stood in front of the room. You had your hair in a sort of a bun. You were wearin' a tight white blouse with buttons down the front. If you had on a bra, it must have been a thin one, because I could see the dark tips of your tits pressing against the blouse. You were wearing a tight skirt and it clung to your hips and backside. I could see your ass squiggle every step you took. Your face was flushed. I couldn't smell it when you walked past my desk, but I bet you were leaking cunt juice like crazy. I told the guys after class that you were one hot cunt and that we would all be fucking you someday. Was I right? Or was I right?"

Oh, he was right, alright. MaryJane Huffman remembered the day very well. It was nearly two years ago. But she remembered it very well. But this moment, Harold's hands softly stroked up and down the inner part of her slightly spread thighs..... Jesus, she wished he wasn't doing this. Her body was on fire. Yes, she remembered that day.

All during the first period, she had been afraid that her flowing pussy juice would flood her cunt and run down her legs and puddle on the floor. When the bell finally rang for the first break in that class, she had run to the bathroom to sop up the juice and to push a wad of paper into her cunt to keep the juice in. She had been excited in her life, but not ever before like this.

Mrs. MaryJane Huffman, had not been prepared, not prepared at all, for what had happened. 

It was the first day of suddenly being surrounded by a full class of 17-year-old boys in that all-boy's Catholic High school. They were wearing military style uniforms. 

She was excited about teaching at a new school, nervous about her lesson plan. But, what she had not been prepared for was how all that maleness would affect her. The testosterone level in that class had been overwhelming. Even without really looking, she was able to spot at least 11 hard ons among the 18 boys in the class. 

And her own clit was as on fire as it had ever been. She was barely able to breathe sometimes. She would catch herself dreaming during that class. She would stop in the middle of her lecture, spotting some guy's cock hard and poking itself up against the fabric of his pants, and she'd start thinking of sucking that guy's cock, or some other guy's cock, sucking them off and swallowing their cum. She blushed each time she had another thought that involved daydreaming of fucking and sucking, and even gangbangs. The students had their heads down as they answered the questions on a first day pre-test. She bent her head down, attempting to look as if she was reading an important paper. But her mind created a vivid scene in which she was surrounded by the class while she knelt down and they forced her to take their penisis in her wide open mouth one after the other. These mad fantasies passed through her mind and sent her pussy juice flowing all day as she taught the class. It had been an ordeal.

She had been proud of herself when she had finished class without molesting even one of her students. 

What she had learned during that first day of being locked in a classroom with twenty hormone sweating 17-year olds in uniforms was she had to control that libidinous urge. She could not continue to walk around in that classroom and see all those erections she was causing without there being serious problems. There was no way she could concentrate on her job, teaching, as long as she allowed thoughts of fucking to intrude. She had to shut off those urges. It was hard, but she had to do it. It was a lot of work, but Mrs. Huffman made it happen. She just stopped thinking about sex except when she was alone in bed with her dildo and vibrator. She surprised herself by ignoring the raging hormones, the flying testosterone during the day. She'd get home and masturbate to beat all hell, but no congress with a man. As a matter of fact, Mrs. Huffman had stayed celibate for more than a year and a half after that first day. Mrs. Huffman had been a very good girl. She had even gone to mass on the obligatory holy day and an occasional holiday. The church, after all was her employer. 

She had been a good girl until that night of the school Mardi Gras when the guys had forced (sort of) her to let them undress her and then let them fuck her. And it had been a non-stop fucking session since then. After she had held back from sex for so long, it had happened once and she couldn't stop it. A lot of the fucking had been under the duress of blackmail. But the truth was that she was like a drunk who had one drink and couldn't stop. She wondered if she could stop now like she had a year and a half ago. 

She certainly would not stop it, though, if she didn't quit letting Harold into her apartment. Like now: Harold was leaning all the way forward and his hands had advanced all the way up her thighs. His thumbs were again circling her clit in slow stroking motions and his fingers pressed against the top of her thighs where they met her groin. She could feel her clit swelling up against its hood. 

When Harold suddenly stood up, she stood up too. In a daze, she held onto his hand as he took her hand in his. She wasn't sure it was a good thing, but Mrs. Huffman gladly followed as he led her back to her bedroom. 

He lay her down on her bed crosswise, her ass on the edge of the bed. He moved her dress up past her hips and continued the gentle massage of the area around her vulva. She didn't say anything, but a series of very quiet little moans escaped her lips. As she saw him drop his pants and saw his hard prick show itself between her spread legs, the sound of her moans got a bit louder, as did their pace. By the time two of his fingers had invaded her cunt and had begun to explore inside of her, her cunt was sodden with slippery fuck juice.

She moaned continuously and looked up at him with an unfocused stare, waiting for his lovely erect rod to enter her wet inner space. She wanted to stop this. She wanted him to leave. But more than that, a lot more than that, a thousand times more than that, she wanted him to begin fucking her horny cunt. 

He pulled her lengthwise onto the bed and raised her knees while he slid his body between her widely spread legs. 

She waited with that faraway look in her eyes and slack expression of her mouth. She waited for the one thing that would animate her out of the stupor she was in---the entrance of his long, skinny rod of a dick into the hot cavern of her craving cunt.

He slid into her, and her reaction was immediate. She let out a loud grunt and then a long growl. Her legs shot out and up and locked around his torso. Her hips began a quick series of upward bucking against his hips. They fucked like that, hard and fast without any sound except for Mrs. MaryJane Huffman's grunts and growls for maybe ten minutes. Then Harold slowed the pounding of their bodies together.

"You see why I said you were a slut?" he asked her.

She didn't say anything in return, only nodded her head yes and continued her groans and grunts, gripping his dick harder with her inner cunt muscles. He asked her if she knew that she was a slut. She answered by nodding her head as if she was Molly Bloom, yes and yes again. Yessssssss. 

Along the way, after they had switched positions twice, before he had cum, but after she had yelled her way through three or four orgasms, he suggested to her that maybe she ought to let him break her ass in for some anal penetration. She said no and he didn't pursue the issue. 

After he had finally come, shooting a thick wad of cum deep into her cunt, she slowly separated her body from his. Her clit was finally relaxed. Her cunt was satisfied. Her tits swollen and tender. "Maybe I ought to go and shower." She said. "And maybe it's time you left here. I think I maybe I will try to sleep a little."

Harold looked at her. He had his very hard and glistening prick at the ready in his hand."Hey, Mrs. Huffman, before I leave, I bet you'd like sucking my prick clean? Your juice is all over little mr. fuckit."

She hated the jerk, but Mrs. Huffman was awe struck at his ability to tickle a sexual nerve. She had thought about the taste of his cock fresh from her cunt. She had plenty of that taste from him recently, but it was always new each time she took him in her mouth. The feel of his prick laying on her tongue and the smell as her nose pressed against his groin was a hot experience for her. It was especially exciting when she did it doggie style, her ass up in the air and exposed while she faced his groin and she embraced his cock with her mouth.

She wondered how he had known that sucking his cock was what she wanted. His cock was long but only semi erect and glistening with the dew of her cunt. She knew that by enveloping it in her mouth she could get it hard and she gladly slid down the bed to take his flaccid prick into her mouth. She began to suck it clean of her juice and his cum. She fondled his scrotum with one hand and bobbed her head up and down over the head of his prick while holding tight his shaft with her other hand. As he started to become hard again, she swallowed his prick as deeply into her mouth as she could and then gripped his shaft with her lips, inviting him to fuck her mouth. She inhaled deeply as she tasted the tang of her juice on his prick and smelled the dank odor from his groin. She rubbed her clit as he fucked her mouth through her tight lips.  

She must be a slut, she thought, as she took pleasure from the feel of his erect staff pressing on to her tongue and the back of her mouth. She thrilled at the expectation of his cum soon to jet into her mouth. She waited for the cum to fill her mouth and suffuse her taste buds with its salt-tangy flavor as she swallowed. 

She must be a slut. Why else did she love how she felt sliding her hand around his body to cup the soft swell of his ass to draw his groin closer to her face, his prick deeper into her mouth. 

Who else but a slut would want her cunt to engage in an orgy of sex with so unpleasant and so selfish a young man as Harold. 

Was there any doubt but that she was a slut when all she wanted to do was to get this boy's prick into her cunt? 

If she wasn't a slut, why had she fucked Leroy and Buttah, and marquise.....and the guys inn the cabin.....and.....well...she was a slut. That's why. Of course!

He came finally. And, after swirling his discharge around in her mouth to fully enjoy its salty flavor, she swallowed it. She sucked his dick clean and then moved up the bed to press her mouth against his and to touch his tongue with hers. She was a slut. 

It wasn't that his prick tasted that good. It was so pure sex. It was somehow...she didn't know.

But she had to try once again to get him to leave.

"Harold, you know that I enjoyed that very much. But enough is enough. I have to rest. I have things to do. Please leave."




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 06



'Mrs. Huffman, you give the best head of anyone."

"I am going to wash now. I really do need to. When I get out of the shower, I expect that you will no longer be here. Okay?"

"Can I watch you shower? I'll massage your back. I'll wash your cunt."

"I said for you to go. So go."

"Ok, you want me to go, answer me one question."

One question and then you'll go?"

"Cross my heart."

"Okay. Ask."

"You going to Leroy and Marquis's party tomorrow?" 

Mrs. Huffman considered the question. "I thought maybe. Probably not. I don't know. Okay? I am not sure. That's my answer." It wasn't something she wanted to think about. If she ended up there for the party, it would be a spur-of-the-moment thing. She stood up off the bed, grabbed a towel from the shelf and walked towards the bathroom. "Lock the door when you leave." 

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She walked out of the bathroom, a new person. No more cum plastered over her body. Her cunt washed inside and out. Her hair, upper and nether washed and rinsed. Sweat lathered and rinsed off. She walked into the bedroom and pulled the dirty sheets and pillow cases from the bed.

Mrs. Huffman found a clean T shirt and slipped it on over her head. It felt nice to have a clean white garment on. The T-shirt was large enough to come down mid thigh . 

She went to the kitchen. Of course, Harold was there. He was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking a glass of orange juice.

"You said you would leave."

You didn't tell me if you was goin' to Leroy and Marquise's party."

"I told you I didn't know."

"They say if you don't go it's because they colored."

She drank orange juice from the container and put it back in the refrigerator. She started towards the sink to wash the dishes but stopped. She had some pride left. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her do the dishes he had dirtied.

She walked into the bedroom and began making the bed with fresh linen. Harold walked into the bedroom at the same moment she finished making her bed. "I thought about it, I'm not going to go to their party," She said.

"You sure you don't want me to break you in for ass fucking?"

"I am sure! And that's enough from you. Go! Get out of here." That disgusting young man was obsessed with her ass. She had no interest whatsoever in anal. He was an insufferable lout. Look at him. He had his hand in his pocket and was playing with his balls, or his shaft, MaryJane couldn't tell which. But that he was playing with either of those was obvious. She did not want to see that long, thin organ again.

"How come you ain't going to the party?"

"That isn't any of your business."

"It is. Who introduced you to them anyways?"

"First of all, I didn't want to go there. You made me."

"Shit. You walked right in there without any underwear, all skanky with dried cum and you say it was me who got you fucked.?"

"I never got fucked like that before by guys I didn't even know. You made me go there." Why was she arguing with him? "And the only reason I wasn't wearing undergarments and was wearing that cum infested dress was that you didn't let me change."

"First of all, you walked into there all by your own. And second, you loved it. Mrs. Huffman, Mrs. Slut, you loved it. You would of stayed for a second or a third go round if you could of."

She was not going to argue with him. She couldn't argue with him. 

Harold pointed his finger at her. "I got it," he said. "You're afraid to go there because you afraid you'll get hooked on those big cocks."

"That is not it. I just don't want to."

Come on, your juice was flowing when you was there."

"Even if it was, I don't need to go through that a second time."

Harold sat down on the Easy chair in Mrs. Huffman's bedroom. Her bed was made, but she had no place to sit. She sat at the edge of her bed.

Harold stood up. "We got to talk," he said.

"You have got to go," Mrs. Huffman said.

"No. We got to talk."

"About what?"

"You got to go to the party tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"It's about your sluthood."

"Sluthood?"

"Yeah," sluthood. Becoming a real slut." He walked over to the bed where she was sitting. "You look good in that T shirt. Your legs are great. Your calves are sweet. Your thighs have just enough muscle. Real sexy."

Mrs. Huffman pulled the hem of the shirt down to cover another inch of her thigh.

"I bet your cunt is already getting wet."

She moved away from him and further onto the bed. The one thing she didn't need right now was another fuck session with this obnoxious former student. So why did she begin to get wet every time he said anything about sex? She looked at him and wasn't sure in her own mind about whether she wanted him to continue or not. All she was sure of was that if she didn't get him to leave right away, there was a very good chance that she would end up having lots more hot and heavy no-holds-barred sex with him. 

"Yeah, you definitely got to go to the party tomorrow." He sat on the edge of the bed where she had been sitting. 

She moved a bit further away from where she had been sitting and where he was now. She pulled the hem of her T shirt down again, trying to get it to cover as much of her long legs as she could. She was angry with herself for not having put on panties, but she hadn't known that he would still be in the apartment, had she? She had told him to leave. She folded her legs and sat using her nicely muscled shins to block his view under her T shirt. "What is so important about that party?"

He moved so that he, too, was sitting on the bed, facing her. "It's to turn you out. A real slut has got to be turned out."

"I don't need to be turned out, as you call it. If I'm a slut, I'm a slut."

"No, you don't understand. It's part of the deal. You can't be a regular slut unless you been officially turned out. And that is what Leroy and Marquise do. They turn you out."

"I already had sex with them. And Buttah too."

"No, this one is official. And Buttah isn't a regular. They do it the real way.You know what kind of parties Leroy and Marquise have?"

"Like what happened yesterday?" MaryJane Huffman had orgasmed plenty while being fucked at Leroy and Marquise's house.

"Yesterday was nothing. You were such a ball buster, not coming in right away, they just fucked you to get you to fuck Buttah so that he would let you out of there."

"What are their parties like?" She was not going to go to their party the next day. She would not, no matter how much of a slut she was. But she was curious, and she had to admit that there were elements in how she had behaved lately that made her fit the definition of a slut that Howard had given her, someone who fucked because her cunt demanded it. But school would be starting in a few weeks and Mrs. Huffman knew for sure that she had to get her libido, her cunt and her fucking under control before classes began, slut or no slut that she was. 

" Harold leaned back against the headboard. "What the guys do is a special treat. It's a real party, a fucking party. They want to make the slut happy, It is what they do, make sluts happy that they're sluts. They got it all planned. There'll be seven of them. They'll pull a train on you and then, after, if you want, they'll do more. Believe me, you'll be havin' a real cumming out party. You'll love it." Harold moved over to the edge of the bed and pulled MaryJane Huffman's legs down towards his end of the bed

He tried to push her T shirt up a little, get its hem closer to her pussy. 

She resisted, pulled it back down towards her knees. She realized that the back of her thighs were exposed for him to see. Her nipples were hard and poking out against her T shirt. Fuck, she was getting all hot again. "Look, you had better leave now. I do have things to do. Really. I have got to do some things. I'll think about tomorrow. I promise I will." 

He pulled her legs out so that they were no longer folded under her body, but were spread out in front of her as she sat. 

She pulled the hem of her T shirt down once again. Oh God, her cunt was beginning to get all tingly. "No more. No more fucking today," she said. She was desparate to convince him. "Really. You have got to go. I am tired."

He ran his hands up and down her calves. He didn't reach further than her knee, but he managed to pull her knees farther apart than she had been trying to hold them. "You know how much you came yesterday. That was nuthin'. You let them pull a train on you, you'll come so much you'll be glowing for the next whole year."

Slut that she was, she could feel the wetness in her pussy begin to flow harder and begin to reach the inner lining of her vulva which began to open all on its own. "Harold," she said, her voice weak, "You really ought to be getting ready to go."

"Hey, if you go tomorrow to get your sluthood, I got to break in your ass first."

"What?" He was obsessed with her ass. And just a second or so ago she would have been spread out on her bed, legs wide open for this jerk to fuck. 

"Don't you want your ass broke in?"

"I said I did not. I told you no." Why couldn't he stop talking about her ass. With all the sex she had been enjoying lately, she didn't feel any need for an ass fucking, which, anyway, she thought would hurt.

"How can you be a slut if you don't take it in the ass?" 

"Slut is a word. It is a word. There is no where in any dictionary definition of the word any reference to anal sex being a condition for being a slut." Do not argue with him, she thought to herself. She never won any of those arguments and the argument ended up, most of the time, with him between her legs or she between his legs. 

"What does the dictionary know? A slut doesn't do anal is only half a slut. Getting ass fucked, gets you really opened up for cunt fucking. Like, you get ass fucked, it makes you want to get something in your pussy more. Ass fucking just opens up more ways to get cock. Before you had two holes for cock, get your ass ready and there's three. Less boring, the more things you do."

"Stop it. I said I wasn't interested." Why was her clit reacting as it was, growing, pushing out of its covering sheath? She had a large clit, but it seemed huge now, its nub grown out beyond the sheath. 

"You would love it. All you need is me to break you in."

"You to break me in and Marquise and Leroy to turn me out."

"Yeah. You got it. That's right."

"I am not interested. That's it." She could barely control her breathing. " Get out of here. Go home." If she didn't get him out of her door in the next minute, she didn't know what would happen except that fucking would occur. 

But right now, she was having little success in getting him to leave. Her T shirt was inching its way up toward her cunt, Her juice was flowing. Her legs were apart, and Harold had his face angled to slide up to her glistening clit.

"Hey, remember you didn't want to do 69 in back of the car the other night, but once we figured out how to lay sideways on the floor and our bodies were pressed together and you swallowed my prick, and I was sucking on your clit, and you loved it. Remember. You said how great it was." 

She really must stop this! But Harold began again to move his hands underneath Mrs. Huffman's T shirt. She had to stop what he was doing. Her thighs were slowly opening wider and wider of their own volition. It seemed to her that there was a quiet, undeclared, battle going on over the question of where her T shirt would lie on her body. She grabbed its hem and pulled it down as far as she could. She didn't know but that she wanted to lose this battle. 

He managed to rest one hand on her knee. His other hand moved up and he began to slowly glide his palm against her nipple, grazing his palm against the very tip of the nipple.

She moved her hand upwards, a move meant possibly to brush his hand off of her hard and extended nipple. But she was immediately distracted. Her hand stopped to rest just underneath the swell of her sensitive mammary gland. Her fingers joined his. Both their hands gently touched, kneaded and brushed every part of her tingling breast. Every touch set off a burning that spread all through her body.

His hand on her knee slipped further up her leg, taking up with it the hem of her shirt. The hem of her T shirt had somehow risen far enough so that her thighs were totally bared and her cunt on show. 

"Going to the party tomorrow would be a gas." He lifted the hem of the T shirt a bit higher, exposing her bush even more.

"Please leave." She spread her legs open just a tiny bit more.

"They're experts. Their whole thing is that they know how to fuck so the slut they are fucking gets the greatest fucking she has ever had. Seven guys. They pull a train. 20 minutes a guy. One after the other. You get a minute rest between guys. Every one of the guys got a different technique. One of them does oral. Another rides you missionary. Leroy loved to get head. One of the guys, Lomax, loves to let his major, jumbo size dick fill you up more than you could believe and then, once he's all in, he begins to get you to come and cum and cum over and over again. He's so big, you're so filled, you come without him havin' even to move much. Just you squeeze that muscle inside your pussy against his huge cock you get to cum like you never came before."

She hoped that Harold wasn't noticing how hot she was getting, how wet her cunt was getting. "You make it sound so wonderful. Thank you, Harold. But I am not interested. I am not interested in having a train run on me." She hoped he wasn't noticing how flushed her body was. Alas, she knew he wasn't going to miss how turned on she was.

He managed to get his hand high up on her thigh. Very high. But he wasn't touching her mound. He was just off there, gently holding her above where her leg joined her torso. "It's not like a train where one after the other guy just fucks your sloppy cunt. The guys at the party are a team. Each guy fucks different. And their whole aim is to make you love it every second. And after they have each had their twenty minutes they'll start a second round for as long as you want with the guys fucking you every 15 minutes all night if you want. It's to celebrate your sluthood. It's to welcome you into the club."

"Harold. Please try to understand that you telling me all these things ....... I think maybe we should stop. Stop. Maybe we should stop and get dressed." She....but what was he doing now? "Oh, no."

"He moved his hand so that the bottom of his palm pressed along her cunt slit. "You aren't wet? Bullshit. You are wet. You are soaking wet." His hand moved a fraction of an inch upwards and began its circular pressing motion.

He moved his body forward and now his face was just inches from her cunt. 

"You like if I suck around your cunt?"

Mrs. Huffman, MaryJane Huffman, didn't know if this was a surrender or if she was a winner and getting what she needed.

"Do it," she said.

She moved her hand down to slowly put it on the back of Harold McCarthy's head of dirty, oily hair. She guided his mouth to her on fire bush covered cunt. 

His fingers were in her cunt, sawing in and out. His lips were hard against her mound. His tongue curled in her cunt and up so that it pressed against the back of her clit. His other hand's fingers slowly circled around her clit and his nose pressed into her pubic bone. Earlier, he had guided her hands upwards so that she could fondle her own tits. How was he able to get his tongue to press so hard up against her cunt's top? Oh, fuck it, who cared? His tongue kept working in and around. His fingers now started exploring her cunt, stretching and widening her entrance. His tongue was pressing against her clit, rubbing up and down against her clit as he allowed her hand to guid the slow movement of his head. She wondered how he had learned to do cunnilingus so well. But, really, it didn't matter where he learned it. It felt soooooo good. Did anything in this world feel better? Maybe fucking. But not by much.

She didn't know how Howard had done it, but somehow, without ever removing his lips from her cunt, he had managed to turn her over. She was off of her back and up unto her knees, doggy style. His head was between her spread thighs, his tongue still inside her cunt. His eyes were looking upwards past the bush and into her eyes. Somehow, he was guiding her body downwards so that her knees remained bent while her arms were extended to put her face down against the bed and her ass high, sticking up in the air. The next thing she knew, he had managed to reconfigure his body so that he too assumed the doggy position, but behind her. Two fingers were in her cunt and his tongue was now over ass hole, wetting it. His saliva leaked onto her ass hole and his tongue pushed inside her ass. Then she felt his finger touch the wet entrance to her nether hole. 

Oh no. "No," she said. "You are not going to do that. I told you I didn't want to be fucked with there." 

"Just a tiny bit, that's all. It won't hurt."

"What are you holding?" He had removed something from under the corner of the mattress. 

"I told you, nothing's gonna hurt you," he said. "It's nothing, just a little KY, to soothe the skin around your ass hole." He squirted the jell between her ass cheeks and, with his finger, pushed some of it into her anus.

"No, no, no," she said. But, by now, she could feel the tip of his cock pressing between the spread cheeks of her ass and against her bung hole. The gel he had deposited there a moment before made her ass hole seem equipped to suck his cock in. The tip of his long cock had just gained entrance to her hole. It stayed there, going no further in than just to allow the very tip of his cock to enter maybe a quarter of an inch inside her ass..

"See," he whispered into her ear, "it don't hurt at all. I bet it feels real good."

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe that's enough. Could you stop now?" 

"Hey, relax Mrs, Huffman. It won't hurt at all. When I tell you, sort of stretch your ass muscle. They call it the sphincter. Open it like when you want to push out in the bathroom. There. Right now. Push"

MaryJane did not want it to hurt. She pushed as he had said and felt maybe an other inch of his thin prick enter her backside. She could feel the stretch. But it didn't hurt. "I don't know. I don't know," she murmered.

"Hey, you're doin' great," he said. "Squeeze your ass hole shut and open with that sphincter."

She did as he said. She felt him pour more of the gel over her ass hole.

"Yeah, that's right, squeeze and relax. In and out. Hard. Soft. You doin' great."

She became a little bit more comfortable as she squeezed and then relaxed, squeezed and then relaxed her sphincter while the tip of his cock stayed just a half inch in her ass. Then, quickly, as she relaxed her muscle there, he pushed his long thin cock all the way in. It was all the way in. It was deep in her ass, sliding in on a coat of KY. She could feel the head of his cock deep in her and his shaft sliding down along the passageway from her ass's entrance. His groin pressing against her ass cheeks. Surprise! It felt good. 

She looked back over her shoulder at Harold. "It hardly hurt," she said.

"Feels good, don't it?" he said.

She was able to nod her head, yes. 

The nod of her head was all he needed and he proceeded to fuck away into her ass. "It feels TIGHT," shouted. 

Mrs. Huffman began to push back as he pushed in. After just a few seconds, she managed to catch his rhythm and pushed as he pulled and pulled as he pushed. He sprayed more of the KY jelly onto the opening of her ass and continued his fucking of her ass. She continued to move with him as he fucked. After a while, Harold slipped his cock out of her ass and guided her to turn over onto her back. He lifted her legs and bent them at her knees so that her ass was now angled upwards. He put more of the gel at her ass hole and once again pushed his cock in.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 06



"I doesn't hurt," MaryJane told him. "It feels good. Oh, you're fucking my ass. I am open for your cock. I LIKE IT!"

"See," Harold said, "you gotta like it if you are a slut."

"And I am a slut," she said. "Fuck me in the ass. Yes, fuck me there."

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Mrs. Huffman had a smile on her face. She lay on her back on her bed, covered by her blanket. Next to her, Harold McCarthy lay quietly, a smile on his face, too. They had been fucking and sucking for some time. And now they were resting. Her vibrator lay next to her leg. Her big black dildo lay next to it.

"Well, am I a great slut, or am I a great slut?" Her question was issued to the ceiling as much as it was to herself or as much as it was addressed to Harold.

But it was Harold who answered the question. "You're doing real good. You go to the party tomorrow, you'll be a one-hundred-percent certified slut."

"You think that I need to go to the party? I'm all broke in for anal. I already fucked those guys. Maybe I don't need to go."

"Nah, go, you'll love it."

MaryJane Huffman turned her head to look over at Harold. She wondered how much to trust his judgment about the party tomorrow. She wondered why he was so interested in making sure she went to the party. What was in it for him? She thought about Leroy's big cock. She imagined Marquise's prick. She thought about how many ways she would be pleasured by dicks pushing in and out of her cunt, her mouth, and, oh yes, her ass.

Harold raised himself onto one elbow and looked over to her. "You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to get some pictures, maybe video, a porno of you fucking."

THE END (of this chapter)

Two more chapters coming. Chapter 07 of "What Am I Doing Here" will deal will with Mrs. Huffman"s sluthood as it develops. Chapter 08 will deal with Harold and his relationship with Mrs. Huffman's sluthood. It will also reveal some secrets heretofore untold . 

I do hope you will follow the story to its end. As you wait for the next chapters, please consider the question that was asked after chapter 01: How much of what has occurred to MaryJane Huffman could you consider rape? 

Comments (and votes) are greatly appreciated. ILien Bagby 



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 07



This is the penultimate chapter of "What Am I Doing Here?"

The Next Morning, 7 a.m.

MaryJane Huffman woke up ready to be fucked. Better, to be fucked by guys pulling a train on her. Better yet, the guys would all be black and well hung.

Up until three months ago, the only sex she had enjoyed for over three years was with her dildo and vibrator. Now, here she was happily thinking about seven cocks fucking her one at time. And they were big fat black cocks. 

It would happen a few hours from now. She could feel that her body preparing itself for the fucking. Her tits were tight, her nipples hard, her clit swollen and her cunt wet..

Mrs. MaryJane Huffman, slut, felt gooooooood. Mary Jane, slut, felt very good. Mrs. Huffman, slut, felt extremely good. Yes, Mrs. Huffman, who taught English to the students in the all-male Holy Mother of God High School, was a slut and she was ready!

She stood naked in front of her bathroom's full length mirror and admired her body. It was a body worth admiring. 31 years old, but her body was still as hard as it had been when she had run track in college. Her legs were long and trim, her thighs muscled, just heavy enough, but sleek. Her labia were just visible behind her thick bush of brown pubic hair, and the cunt lips swelled to show their fleshy pink color. She could see the hint of dewy wetness that glistened in the pink and that signaled her arousal. Her abdominals were taut and trim. Her pert round breasts were dainty but solid. 

She turned and looked over her shoulder, the better to inspect her behind in the mirror. Nice. Her ass was saucy enough, presenting two rounded globes of sweet and lush feasts

for staring eyes. Her ass curved out from her slim waist so that a man walking behind her and watching its saucy bounce was guaranteed to get a hard on. 

Yes, things were good. She was feeling well rested, well refreshed, and well fucked. The sex she had experienced the past days and weeks had left not even the slightest trace on her body or on her appearance. 

If anything, it had imparted a healthy glow to her skin.

But, best of all, her modesty, the trepidation she had felt about succumbing to her libidinous urges had all but disappeared. Her need to deny the lust she felt was gone. She had finally accepted that she was a horny person, more, that she was in need of and that she looooved good sex from anyone and anywhere------that she was an out and out total slut

Still looking at the mirror, she stretched her arms out over her head in a V for victory sign, just as she had after winning a 1500 meter race in college and smiled a wide smile that illuminated her beautiful face.

It was amazing what two nights of sound sleep did for her. Fresh, rested, ready, she was prepared for the fucking of her life later this morning. 

She was, finally, all alone in her condo apartment. After they had practiced for a while to get her more comfortable with anal fucking, she sent Harold McCarthy on his way last night, locked her door, showered, and slept the sleep of the just. Although she had set her alarm for eight a.m., she had been awake, lying in bed hours before, eyes closed as she imagined scenes from the fuck train she would be pulling later today, big fat cocks in her cunt, her mouth, her ass, her hands, big fat black cocks. 

Mary Jane Huffman was going to do it. She was going to show up at Leroy and Marquise's house for her royal gangbang. It would be the final confirmation of her sluthood. 

Harold McCarthy had described for her last night while they had fucked everything that would happen after she got to Leroy and Marquise's place. Harold, her former student was her mentor about matters of sex. At least he had been last night. He had, while his cock rested in her cunt, explained what would happen at the gangbang. He told her that the guys would fuck her one by one, pull a train, he called it. Harold had lied to her many times in the past, but she chose to believe him last night. While his prick was in her cunt or in her mouth or in her ass, he told her about the guys who would be there. He said that the guys did it because they thought that sluts were the reason the Earth was round. They loved sluts and wanted to welcome them into sluthood. So had Harold told her.

Mrs. Huffman hadn't been sure until last night, until, after some practice anal and, actually, while she and Harold had been engaged in a mutual satisfying sixty-nine, that she would go ahead and do it!

Doing the gangbang would initiate her into the world of sluthood, the world of those women who loved sex and loved getting fucked and who weren't afraid to admit to themselves their need and their happy acceptance of that need. 

For so many years, ever since her divorce, she had denied her sluthood, refused to admit even to herself how much she craved fucking. Last night, while debating in her mind whether to accept the proposal for a train pulling gang bang, she had realized how her previous refusal to accept her slutty nature had caused her, at the end, to fall into the snare set by her former students, become a victim of their blackmail and end up as their unwilling, cum bucket. Now, Mrs, Huffman thought, she would never have to get involved in the stupid games of saying no when she should have been saying yes, of denying when she should have been affirming.If she decided to become a cum bucket, it was because she wanted to do it, not some 18-year-old students who had richparents. 

She realized that acknowledging her sluthood to herself would let her control her urges. 

Three eggs, two slices of bacon, toast, and a big mug of coffee were in front of her on the table and she dug in, ate with relish. As she ate, she considered how she should dress for the event.

She wanted to look good wasn't the right word. She wanted to look bad, but good. The last time she had been to the house, she had been wearing her cum splattered, creased dress and hadn't washed in nearly two days. Today, at least she would be washed and clean.

What she wore would have to be perfect. No underwear, that went without saying. Her tailored white tee shirt was it, that was what she would wear. She had bought it several years ago on impulse, but had not worn it except to try it on in her apartment. It was made of knitted silk and clung to her body. Her nipple and aureole were clearly outlined through the material. It would hug tightly to the curve of her ass. It was long enough to reach down only two or maybe three inches below her crotch, revealing nearly all of her long legs. Of course, for shoes her four inch stiletto heels. They were, after all, her fuck me shoes and would perfectly set off the curve of her ass.

Yes, acknowledging to her self that she was a slut sure made getting dressed easy.

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It had taken her way too long to admit her slutiness to herself. 

Harold had recognized that she was a slut the first time he had seen her, as soon as she had walked into his junior year high school English class. Still, it had taken more than a year in a half for him and his pals to get her in a situation where they could fuck her. But, even as she had cum and cum again while they were fucking her she had refused to admit to her self that she wanted their cocks.

Her pussy had begun to get wet the second she smiled at them, her four students sitting on the porch outside their motel room and waving at her as she ran by. She was wet and she was horny. She had stopped and walked over to speak with them. Hell, the reason she had walked over was that she wanted to prove to herself that this group of 18year-old boys in military uniforms could never get her horny enough for her to lose control. That's what she told herself.

When she had walked over to them, that was the first step on her trip to later this morning and her going to get fucked by seven big black cocks. 

She remembered that night at the motel. She remembered that it had been a mardi gras celebration. She had held her back out straight so as to push her breasts forward. She walked by placing the heel of her foot after each step she took directly in front of where the toe of her last step had trod, accentuating the undulating curve of her ass as she walked. She told herself that it would make them respect her more if they saw her as a hot mama. 

She had been assigned as a chaperone for the class's trip to the state capital mardi gras celebration. Somehow she had been separated from the other chaperones. She ended up at a room in another wing of the motel. The guys had a room in a separate wing. She had been out for her regular evening run when she had seen them and they had waved to her and she had taken those steps. 

They had been so polite and respectful. Even that jerk, Harold McCarthy, was being polite and respectful. She mused that because she was looking nice and sexy the boys were being nice and respectful. She was wearing basketball style shorts and a loose tee shirt and sneakers. It was an innocent outfit (what else to wear while out on a run), but it sure was sexy. Anyway, first there had been some polite banter about the trip and the weather and the school's chance in the State tournament. After a few minutes of that she had asked what they were doing. They told her that they had gone to the convenience store across the street but had been carded and weren't able to buy any beer. Yeah, they were old enough to get in the army to fight for their country, but they weren't old enough to buy beer, they told her. Mrs. Huffman had had a couple of glasses of wine before going out on her run. Maybe that was why the boy's story had touched her heart. At any rate, she, determined to show them that their teacher was no fuddy-duddy, offered to go to the store and buy the beer for them. She was feeling so good that she even offered to pay for the beer with her own money because they were so nice and polite.

When she came out of the store with two six packs of beer for them and a wine decanter for her self, they were waiting for her. They wanted to help her carry her purchase to their room. It was so nice of them. She was thrilled at how polite they were being as she handed over the beer and wine for them to carry. All the while as they crossed the street walking together, she in the middle, two boys on either side, they joked about how cool she was for a teacher. When they got to the porch in front of their room, they all sat down, she and the boys, on the stairs and continued their friendly joking.

They opened a beer each. One of them went inside to open her wine decanter and came out with the decanter opened. He had also managed to secure a glass into which he had poured some of the wine. She finished her glass of wine and started on a second glass while they drank their beer. She was beginning to feel very good. She even smiled at their off color jokes even though she didn't think the jokes were appropriate to be told to a teacher. She shouldn't really have had another glass of wine, but they were being so agreeable and respectful and she didn't want to ruin the moment, so she did, just one more glass and it wasn't even a full glass. 

By the time she had finished her wine and the boys had finished their beer, the talk turned to the subject of marijuana. Efforts to legalize the weed "for medicinal purposes" were underway in the state so it seemed an alright subject for discussion. Mrs. Huffman had impressed the boys with her candor when she had admitted to smoking pot when she was in college, even a few times in high school. The boys were thinking she was so cool, so a invited her in to just take one puff, that was all.

It was a cozy little room, two beds, a dresser a couch, a chair and a tv set. The boys took the couch and the chair, so she sat on the bed. She was sort of.....she felt a tremor at her clit, a glow warming her cunt, but the boys were real gentlemen. 

She was feeling a little bit woozy by the time they passed the joint to her, but, not wanting to seem too "square", she took a toke. She washed the toke down with another sip of wine, this time from the bottle. She was having some trouble focusing when they passed her the roach again, but she turned her head no and laid down on the bed. Her head was spinning.

She heard one of the lads asking her if she was ok. 

She told him that she was, she just needed to lie down for a second. She asked for a glass of water. The decanter of wine was all empty and she was thirsty. When the boy came back with the water, he had to help her sit up so she could hold it in her hands. Somehow, he ended up with her breasts pushing against his body and he holding her in his arms. She was so grateful to him for bringing the water that she wanted to reward him for the gesture. She gave him a little kiss on the lips. Immediately, she recognized that it wasn't proper for a teacher to be kissing a student on the lips, so she apologized. But the boys were so polite and nice, They told her not to worry, that it was nothing. And to show her that it was really nothing, each came over to her on the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips too.

So far things had not gone too far, so she told them that she was feeling better and that she thought she had better leave. They agreed, but asked for one last kiss before she left. She wasn't sure that another kiss was too good an idea, but the boys had been so nice and respectful so far that she thought one last kiss wouldn't do any harm. When the kiss from one of the boys, she thought it was Harold, but she wasn't sure, lasted too long and then, when he tried to put his tongue into her mouth, she realized that things had indeed gone too far, so she pushed him away.

The effort it took to push him away made Mrs. Huffman more dizzy. Her head fell back onto the pillow. She smiled up at the boys who were now looking down at her. Everything had been going so well, she didn't want to harm the pleasant camaradie she had shared with the boys. She smiled to let them know she was ok. She tried to sit up once more but, again, her head fell back onto the pillow. This was so embarrassing, but the boys were no nice about it all. She felt one of them lift her legs onto the bed and cover her with the blanket that had been folded at the foot of the bed. So nice. She was so comfortable. 

And then one of them picked up her foot, unlaced her sneaker and took it off. He took off her other sneaker and then reached down and took off both her socks. It was such a nice thing for him to do. She smiled up at him. The other boys stood by him looking down at her, seeing if they could do anything to help. She heard one of them ask if she was ok. She smiled up at him. She was fine. Everything was ok. "You are being so kind. You are so nice," she said. 

It was then that she heard one of them tell her that she would be more comfortable if they loosened the training bra she was wearing beneath her tee shirt, that it was probably too tight. Off course, they had to take the tee shirt off first. She said ok because she had the bra on and anyway they would cover her with the blanket after they took the bra off. She wasn't sure if she should say anything when they said that the elastic of her basketball shorts was too tight and they removed her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties. She was a bit concerned because they would see the hairy bush of dark hair that covered her cunt and think she was too careless to shave down there. But none of them said anything nasty. One of them said that it looked nice and sexy. She smiled at the compliment. She also thought the thick thatch of hair around her pubic mound looked sexy. Right at that moment, right then and there, she should have stopped everything. She knew what was going on. She felt that maybe things were going too far. But she hadn't done anything. It was so nice and comfortable under the blanket. And they really hadn't done anything. They had just made her comfortable. She was still too dizzy.

When the kissing started, that was when she really tried to stop things. One of them was on top of her, the blanket was between them, but she could feel his hard cock pressing against her pudendum through the blanket, and he was kissing her. Oh, his tongue was in her mouth. She raised her arms, attempting to push him off of her, but she didn't have the strength to do that. Instead, her hands remained lightly resting at his shoulder.

She knew that things had really, really gone too far when she realized that whichever of them it was, she thought it was Jeff Bannon but wasn't sure, was all naked too and was on top of her and was underneath the blanket with her. This was for sure going too far, much too far. And when she felt his cock push against the lips of her vagina, she absolutely knew positively that this had gone much, much, much too far. She tried to say something, tried to ask him to stop, but she was too woozy to get any words out. She tried to get him to stop but didn't know the words to say. And when she felt his cock enter into her vagina she thought that things had gone so far that they weren't going to stop.

And they didn't stop.

Things were blurry from that point on, but Mrs. Huffman knew that she was being fucked. She knew that her pussy was wet from the boy's cum or her own pussy juice, probably from both, and that the boys were taking turns fucking her. She knew that at least one of them had tried to put his cock into her mouth. At least one of them, possibly two, maybe three of them, probably all four of them had put their cocks against her mouth. She didn't think any of them had succeeded in getting his organ into her mouth, but she wasn't sure. Well, one, or was it two, had and she thought she had sucked their cocks. 

Somewhere along the way, maybe after the second or third of her former students had fucked her, she had had an orgasm. It had not been the greatest orgasm of her life, her vibrator had accomplished better orgasms for her, but it was definitely an orgasm, her clit twitching madly, her vagina contracting and sparks of heat flying from her cunt all the way up to her stomach. And she had had a couple more, maybe more than a couple more of orgasms as they continued their fucking.

Later, after they had all finished and after she had sobered up, they had sort of apologized. She wasn't sure if the whole thing hadn't been her fault. But they told her they had two pictures of the event. They showed her the pictures and promised that the pictures would never be shown to anyone.

Of course, later the pictures had been used to blackmail her into having sex with them. The blackmail for sex lasted for a period of two months until she had retrieved the picture two weeks ago. But by the time she had destroyed the pictures, it was too late. Her slut nature had been revealed. 

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But that was then. Now was now. And as the slut she now knew she was, she didn't need any wine to get her ready to fuck. It was nearly time to go to Leroy and Marquise's house to pull the train. 

Fuck it, she wouldn't wear the tee shirt she had planned on wearing. Mrs. Huffman had a better idea. She went to her bureau and retrieved the basketball style shorts she had worn that night at the motel. She also found the tee shirt she had worn that day. The tee shirt with the words, WHAT NOW decorating her chest. The outfit was the right one for her to wear today. She didn't put on either a bra or panties. Why would she?

Before she got to their house, MaryJane Huffman stopped at the drive through and bought two six packs of beer and a gallon of wine for the guys who would be taking care of her. 

She was feeling very good. No victim she. She was here to get not to give. She was free at last. MaryJane didn't think it inappropriate to quote Dr. King. Sluts were a minority too.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 07



She knocked on the door and when it was opened by Leroy, she handed over to beer and wine 



"Hey, Lady, Welcome. Good to see you. Come on in." Leroy said.

She nodded her acceptance of his welcome and followed him into the room. As promised, there were seven guys assembled, a mixed crew, big and small, dressed comfortably, some casual, two with shirts and ties, one in a suit. There was music playing, but it was background music. A television set was on, but it was showing the Cooking Channel, no porn.

"Nice outfit," one of the men said.

"It has sort of some sentimental value," she said. Harold was there. She hadn't expected to see him, but, then, she wasn't surprised at his presence either. She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and gave her a thumbs up.

"Lady brought us some refreshment," said Leroy. He held up the beer and wine.

Polite applause.

"How you feeling?" one of the guys asked her.

"Good. Ready," she said. She had wondered how she'd be feeling when she was here in the room with the guys who would be fucking her shortly. She was feeling good. And a lot more excited than she thought she'd be feeling. A nice soft flow of lubricant was warming the inside of her cunt. Her clit was alert. Her nipples were tender. What was the biggest surprise to her was her breathing. She could hardly catch her breath. She was breathing in short gasps, her breasts moving up and down. She was excited alright.

"Hey, Lady," it was the man in the suit speaking.

"Yes?"

"You seem very calm for a lady about to get fucked by seven Black men with very big cocks."

"Oh, you guy's expertise and good manners have been vouched for by Harold there," she pointed to Harold who smiled back at her.

Marquise stepped forward. "To reciprocate your nice gift, we have a gift for you." He held out in his hand three items, a large thick blunt, an ashtray and a cigarette lighter. "You take these upstairs with you, use them when you like."

"And thank you," she said. She bowed and accepted the items. 

It was amazing to MaryJane Huffman how good she felt. Admitting that she was a slut and that she wanted to get fucked had eased her mind free of conflict concerning her sexuality. So what if she was a slut; as Harold had explained the night before, here sluts were respected, were admired, and were brought to enjoy and to be enjoyed.

"Shall we start?" said Leroy.

MaryJane wasn't sure of the protocol, exactly where the sex would take place and how. She thought that she would be fucked upstairs, but she wasn't sure.

One of the guys stepped over to her. He offered her his arm. "I'm Dee," he said,"He flashed a big smile at her. "You and I go upstairs. My twenty minutes starts when the door closes there." You get five minutes when I leave and then the next one of us comes in to pleasure you."

"Lead on Macduff," she said. They linked arms and hurried up the stairs.

It was the same room MaryJane had been in the days before. Few furnishings and a mattress on the floor, Dee left the door open. "Before we start, the usual way is that you light the blunt and offer a puff to whoever is with you. It makes everything more friendly." As he spoke he pulled off his shirt, revealing a ripped torso, tight abs, muscled arms. 

MaryJane took off her tee shirt and smiled. Oddly, the matter-of-factedness of what was happening so far served to heighten her expectations of great sex rather than weaken it. She watched him glance over to look at her now naked upper body. His smile indicated that he thought she didn't look too bad either. She lit the blunt, took a puff and passed it to Dee. She slipped out of her basketball shorts while he took a toke. The stuff they were smoking was good. She felt her sex tingle, the nerve endings along her cunt, her tits and her legs come alive and alert.

Dee took off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear either. His prick was large.....and it was erect. It looked beautiful. He shut the door. His twenty minutes began:

He picked her up and gently laid her down on the mattress. Oh my God, MaryJane felt her cunt fill with her juice. It was gushing.

And then everything seemed to move into a slow motion mode. MaryJane Huffman felt everything that happened completely and clearly. Every nerve in her body was alert and excited. He spread her legs slightly and lowered his face to hers. He cupped his hand over the bush covered mound. She was so wet. 

No foreplay was necessary. He slipped his cock, it was very large and quite thick, into her ready cunt. In he went and her vagina stretched smoothly to accommodate his size. He filled her and the pink walls of her cunt contracted to keep his cock warm, wet and secure, and in her. Her hands reached around and gripped his ass, pulling him as close as possible. His groin pressed against hers. His chest was against hers. His hands ran up and down her body from her ears down to her thighs. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his torso. She opened her mouth as he put his tongue against her lips and into her mouth. His man smell mixed with her cunt smell, filling her senses, arousing her sex even more. He began to rock his hips while she held his large cock deep in her, pressing her thighs together to help keep him tight inside. Nothing was still. His hands moved. His tongue dug into her mouth. His thighs squeezed and relaxed against her hips. She could feel his cock everywhere within her cunt.

He began a hard rocking motion. his cock lifting nearly all the way out or her cunt and then diving \back in as deep as he could go. His cock was so large. He changed his angle and she felt that marvelous cock send sparks of pleasure wherever it touched. She was on fire.

His rhythm increased in tempo. She moved her hands up to grip his back and to pull him tight against her breast. 

They began to kiss. Their lips pushing tight against each other, their tongues entwined, they kissed and kissed. 

The rhythm of his fucking got faster and harder. 

She began to make mewling sounds. This big black man was beautiful! His cock was magnificent. He was a fucking madman, his hips moving up and down at a furious pace, 

She held tightly and began to utter a low quivering sound, a moan of pure pleasure. He quickened his fucking pace even more. She yelled and came. It was a deep and huge orgasm and shook every part of her body. 

He ignored her yell and her orgasm, just kept going with his hard fucking into the depths of her cunt.

Oh God, she came again.

His chest rubbed against her nipples.

His hands glided up and down her back, resting on her ass, moving to her neck.

Their lips held together. Their tongues slipped in and out of their separate embrace. They exchanged saliva. Her hips moved up and down to meet his thrusts. She looovvved this. Oh God, she came again. It was the third time she had come in the last minute, but she couldn't vouch for that number. She had lost count after the first orgasm. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she repeated over and over again. "Fuck me....Oh fuck me. Yes, yes." she pleaded.

Oh, no, she came again. 

She would have sex with six more of them after Dee finished his session with her. She would have more sex if she wanted after each had completed his solo run. MaryJane Huffman wanted nothing else but to sustain this level of excitement. She wondered if it could be sustained. She didn't wonder. It could and it would be sustained.

Dee's cock slipped up and sunk down her cunt, in and out so quickly that she couldn't distinguish between his up strokes and his down strokes. Still, her hips kept perfect time with his, pushing fiercely up when he pushed down, pushing down each time he slid up in her cunt.

She came again, her body one long shudder of nerve endings exploding. Her forehead was wet with sweat. He was sweating too. Their bodies slid against each other's, his wet ebon skin sliding against her slippery white skin.

She screamed once more as she felt herself cum again. She felt his cock begin to swell within her cunt and she realized he was ready to cum too. He began to push even deeper into her cunt. He began to grunt. He groaned and began to come. Load after load of cum shot deep into her. Slowly, his cock grew soft and slipped from her soaking cunt. 

MaryJane held onto Dee tightly. "That was so good," she murmured into his ear. She smiled, "Can I taste you?" 

"Sure enough," he said and she quickly lowered herself down to envelope his soft cock into her mouth. She wanted to taste the mixed cum and pussy juice, his and hers, savor it. 

"You fuck so good," she said, lifting her mouth from his cock. 

"You're not too bad either," he said.

"Want another toke?" she asked, lifting the blunt from the ashtray it was resting in.

"Nah, there's more downstairs. You save yours. How do you feel? You're one/seventh of the way towards becoming a certified slut."

"Oh, I already certified my being a slut to myself. I am a slut." She wondered why she had not admitted to herself a long time ago that she loved sex, adored having a big cock pound her cunt, craved sucking a cock and swallowing cum.

"Maybe I'll get another chance at you later if you want."

"I want."

Dee stood up and left the room. MaryJane dried some of the sweat off of her body with a towel from the pile in the corner. She allowed the cum Dee had deposited to leak from her onto the towel. Her door was open and she waited for her next visitor. She wondered what sort of fucking he would offer her. 

She heard someone in the hallway. She got up to greet him.

It was Leroy.

"I am ready," she told him as he came into the room. He left the door open. Leroy, in contrast to Dee, was already naked when he came into the room. His cock was rampant, large and pointing upwards, hard and ready to go. She looked at Leroy's cock in awe. She wondered where and how it would fit into her, cunt, mouth, or ass.

"You doin' good?" he asked her.

"I am doing good," she replied.

"Good," he said. He helped her down onto the mattress and turned her so that she was face forward on her hands and knees. She wondered if he would be the one to test her ass.

She held her thighs close together, but Leroy separated them. He knelt behind her. She felt the circumcised head of his prick rub against her cunt slit. Her juices ran and she felt her slit open to welcome his cock inside. She looked over her shoulder. The expression on his face was intent and serious.

"You are a fabulous slut," he said.

"Thank you," she replied and uttered a long sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as she felt his well endowed cock slide all the way into her wet cunt. She stiffened her arms at the elbows and pressed her hands and knees hard into the mattress so that her body would remain firm in place while he plowed into her from behind. 

MaryJane came the instant she felt one of his hands reach around to her body to touch her clit. And then she continued to come again and again as his fingers toyed with her swollen, excited clit.

This time, as Leroy sawed his cock in and out of her cunt and as he continued to rub his fingers against her clit, and as she felt his groin hit against her ass at the end of every down stroke, she didn't try to control demonstrating her pleasure. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Yes, yes, yes, yes." She yelled as loud as she was able, "Fuuuuckkkk me. Fuck me. FFFFFFuck MMMMMMeeeeee." She growled, "Hrrahhhghhhhgraaaaaa," howling it to fill the room with the sound of her pleasure.

"You do make a lot of noise when you fuck," he said, a huge smile on his face.

"Not always, but your cock does make me want to scream. Good screams."

"Screamed while reamed."

"Sounds good to me." MaryJabe Huffman lowered her head to the mattress and lifted her ass. "Leroy, you may fuck me as hard as you can."

He did. She began to make her mewling sounds. Then She began to shout asking him, "PLEASSSSSE FUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEE. HAAAAAARRRDERRRRR." 

He did that.

She began to come again. She didn't stop coming until Leroy announced, "My twenty minutes are up."

"Too soon," she said. "Maybe after everyone's done me, we can have another go?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Oh....." she had almost forgotten, "Want to take a hit?" She held the blunt out to him.

"No, thanks. I'll get plenty more downstairs. Got to leave now." He gave MaryJane a kiss on the forehead. "I'll go downstairs. Harold is for sure waiting to get all the details about your fucking."

She had forgotten about Harold.

He walked out of the room, leaving the door open.

Only five minutes before her next gentleman caller. She picked up the same towel she used to clean herself before and again wiped away excess cum from her cunt. She wondered who would be next. Five to go. So far, things had gone very well, thought Mrs. Huffman. Her cunt was feeling comfortably filled-----and ready for more. Two fuckings so far, one missionary style, the other doggie style. She tried to anticipate what the next sex would be, but she then decided that she would just wait and see what would come (and how she would cum). So far, letting things happen had worked out pretty good.

She heard a sound outside the room and turned around. It was the gentleman who had been wearing the suit. He was still wearing his suit and tie. It was a well-cut suit, light grey, pin striped and it fit him as if it had been tailored for him. He greeted her with a hearty, "Hello."

She returned his hello, picked up the blunt and offered him a toke.

He had taken off his jacket and was hanging it up. He thanked her, took the blunt and the light she offered, smiled and continued undressing. 

MaryJane watched him as he took off his clothing. It was a very pleasant sight. He was about six feet tall and must have weighed about 200 pounds of ripped muscle. His pecs were tight, his bi and triceps were sharply honed. His trapezius, the result of hard work at a gym, set his dark brown shoulders off from his handsome face. He dropped his pants and she was amazed at his cock as it showed itself erect when he removed his boxer shorts. It was a magnificent cock, large, thick, circumcised and READY. So MaryJane was surprised when he shut the door and, instead of preparing to put that cock into her cunt, he stood her up and knelt in front of her. 

He began with her ankles. He gripped each of her slim ankles and slowly began to lift his hand along her leg. His hand stopped at her calf. He held her calf. Smoothing the muscle with the palm of his hand. "Nice," he said and smiled. His voice was deep and resonant and sent a chill up and down her spine. His hand moved up to her thigh and he gripped the large muscle at the back of her thigh. Again, his hand moved slowly up and down, tracing the large muscle, holding and admiring it. "Lovely," was his one word comment. He stood up and let his hands trace a path over her ass, her abs, her chest and her shoulders. "Wonderful definition," he said. 

He returned to kneel in front of her again, His face was level with the bushy mess of hair decorating her cunt area. "I love hirsute cunts," he murmured, "they are sexy, they smell nice." Without further ado, he moved his face closer, gripped the globes of her ass with his hands and drew her closer to his face. His nose rested against her pubis, his tongue pressed against her swollen labia and then slipped into her once again very wet cunt. 

"Shhh," the man whispered to her and gently helped her to lie down. His tongue continued to make love to her cunt. He moved his tongue out to caress her slit. It then slinked its way up to press against and moisten her clitoris, now engorged and poking out from its enveloping sheath.

His tongue now entered her vagina again, this time accompanied with two of his fingers. She stretched her legs as far apart as she could and lifted them while, with the finger of his other hand, he began to press against her clit, stimulating it with a light but firm circular motion. 

MaryJane enjoyed cunnilingus, Harold was particularly good sucking her cunt, but this man doing her now was better than particularly good. His cunnilingus was to other cunt suckings she had enjoyed as a Pablo Picasso oil painting was to an amateur picture painted on a piece of cardboard and displayed in a Goodwill bin. 

After less than a minute of his ministrations to her cunt, she began to utter her usual sounds of purring pleasure. After another moment or two, her hands involuntarily swept upwards and gripped the back of his head, pushing his face deeper against her pudenda. And then she began to come again and, of course, again and again.

She lay relaxed and happy, smiling, as he went on sucking, kissing, wetting and caressing her cunt. 

He had now put three fingers of his hand into her cunt and slowly, very slowly, moved the fingers around her wet vagina, massaging its inner walls in a gentle motion. The fingers of his other hand, meanwhile, continued their circling stimulation of her wildly excited clitoris. Why, she wondered, had she not accepted being a slut years ago?

And she came again. She ran the palms of her hands against the tip of her breasts, along the underside of her breasts, along the swell of her breasts. She pinched her nipple. She squeezed her breast at the aureole. She uttered a continuous murmur of "Ohs, ahhhs, and haaaas." Her body and her thoughts were all centered in the area of her cunt. All her body sensation and all her thinking stemmed from the sensation coming from her cunt. The emollient soothing her cunt via the working of his mouth and tongue brought to her a quietude and peace that ended only when a sudden explosion of an extraordinary orgasm swept without warning from her cunt upwards and downwards, shaking every part of her body and eliciting an ear- splitting shout of wild approval from her throat, "Aaaaaarrrrghhhhaaaaaaahhaha!!!" 

The naked man who had brought her to her latest powerful orgasm looked up. His eyes opened wide. He ran his tongue over the lips of her cunt and ended his exploration of her pubes with a final kiss to her clit. "Was that ok?"

"Ok? It was magnificent, monumental, totally glorious. I LOVED it!" She moved down on the mattress so that her face was level with his. She kissed him. "Thank you," she said. "May I please, please, return the favor?" 

"If you so wish," the man who had engineered one of the best orgasms MaryJane Huffman had ever experienced said. 

"Thank You," she said and scooted down to face his still erect long, thick cock, taking it into her mouth and beginning to suck on it with her lips holding the shaft tightly. 

Her tongue rubbed hard against the underside of his delicious mouth-filling organ. 

In dreadful need of tasting his cum, her fingers grabbed tight unto the lower part of his penis's shaft, jerking it hard in an effort to get him to cum. She held the tip of his cock in her mouth as she continued to jerk his shaft, away from and towards her mouth. She felt his cock begin to twitch. Realizing that he was about to cum, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and swallowed his prick as deep into her mouth. He came and she gulped and gulped until she had swallowed every last sticky drop of the stringy rope of his wonderful cum. His cock erupted with a stream of hot cum splashing against the back of her mouth. He twitched again and another splash of cum spilled into her mouth, now full of the salty, viscous liquid. She loved the taste. She adored the feel of the thick liquid on her tongue. She was thrilled to slosh the cum around in her mouth, finally swallowing and looking with unmasked admiration at the man who had so pleasured her.

"Wow," she said.

She was a slut. That she knew. She thoroughly enjoyed being fucked. She loved sucking cock and swallowing cum. She thrilled at having her cunt sucked. 




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 07



She was a slut. After denying it for years, she had learned that she was a slut last night. She now knew it for a positive fact, a happy fact. She smiled at the guy who had sucked her to orgasm, who she had sucked to orgasm. "I think we finished about five minutes early," she said. "Have another toke." She handed him the blunt and lit its end for him, using the lighter. 

She was curious. "What's Harold doing here?"

"He hangs when we do a new slut," the man said. "We let him be here and when we go back down stairs, we tell him all the details."

He took a deep lunged inhale and passed the blunt back to MaryJane who inhaled as deeply as he had.

"You have a lovely cock," she told him.

"I'll bet you say that to all the guys," he said.

She laughed, "only the ones hung like you." 

"You like this so far?"

"Very much. My pussy has never before felt so relaxed. What's next for me?" she asked. "You know?"

The guy thought for a second. "I am not sure. We don't do that many things. We do fucking. We do sucking. That's about it. Sluts like to fuck. We fuck them. No hassle. No demands. No hurting. All our emotion is involved with fucking."

MaryJane was feeling comfortable. It was probably the joint she had been smoking, but it could just as easily have been the nature of the fucking. "I always thought that being a slut was like something bad. You know, I don't feel bad."

"Oh you're bad alright. Good bad!" 

She laughed. "I meant bad bad."

But her latest sex partner's time was up. "Got to go," he said, "Maybe we'll do some more after everyone has done you first."

"See you later," she smiled. 

She was alone. She had five minutes. No cleaning up to do, she lay down on the bed and stretched her muscles. MaryJane wondered if an ass fucking was going to be next. Harold and she had practiced ass fucking last night. She had been an ass fucking virgin until last night, but had really learned to enjoy it after a while. But right now she would wait to see what was next. Three done so far, four more guys to go. She was pretty sure, though, that there was a good chance she'd want to continue with a group fuck after the initial train pull was over. She'd been gang banged by the group of students, six in all, who had been blackmailing her, and you might call the fucking by Leroy, Marquise and Buttah the other day a gang bang, but those others had nothing at all in common with what was going on tonight. Those other times MaryJane had been in denial about wanting to get fucked and had not been able to just accept pricks in her cunt, cocks in her mouth, mouths on her twat. But that was then. 

A new guy had just entered the room. My, all these guys were buff, good looking and their cocks were----well----enormous.

"Hi, I'm Robert," the new guy said. He had been dressed casually downstairs but was naked now, his dark skin glowing with an aura of sexual heat.

"Hi," said Mrs. Huffman, "would you like a toke?" she offered the blunt up. 

"Thank you," he said and took a puff. He passed it back to MaryJane who took her puff and put the joint back in the ashtray.

"Whats's on the menu for your twenty minutes?" she asked. 

It was amazing. She had just had three great sexual experiences in the past one hour, and here she was, hungry, horny, and more than ready for more. She didn't not care what more, as long as it included more cock, a lot more cock. Her cunt was nice and lubed, and it wasn't from the last bout of sex either. Her cunt was oozing juice. She knew this next guy would fit right in, even as long and thick as his cock was, and it was very long and very thick, the longest and thickest of the day so far. 

He closed the door. 

He laid MaryJane down on the mattress and began to run his hands slowly over her body. He fondled her tits until they began to swell, her aureole flushed a dark pink, and her nipples stood erect. He took a nipple in his mouth and chewed on it with his lips, sendring trills of excitement up and down her body. His hands moved to her ass and squeezed her buns. They moved down to her thighs and he began to stroke the inside of her long legs. His prick pressed against the mound of her cunt, resting along the length of slit, its tip touching the tip of her clit now so swollen that it remained permenantly poking out from its hood.

MaryJane began to shudder. Her body, without warning, began to shake. Suddenly, she felt a great need to have his cock in her. "Fuck me," she said. 

No time passed after she asked for him to fuck her than she felt his cock inside her cunt, nestled deep inside, filling her. For ten seconds or so she lay there, enjoying the feel of his cock inside of her, feeling her cunt stretch and contract around the cock until it was tight in her vagina, snug, held closely by the slippery walls of her cunt. 

At the top of her cunt, she felt the pull of her cliits sheath onto her clit, The size of his cock left no room except for the engorged clit to swell so that its stretched hood pressed down on it. The feeling in her cunt,at her clit, all over, was intense. She looked up at his face, inches from her, steady, hardly moving.

"You take over from here," he said to her. "I am here to fill you how you want, where you want. Fast or slow. Deep or shallow. Up or down."

She wasn't sure exactly what he meant.

"Slut," he said, "you are in charge. You're a slut. That means you like to be fucked. Ok, how do you like to be fucked? You can get what you want. You do not have to take a fucking how it is done to you. You can be fucked how you want! No need for you to do what you don't want.

It took MaryJane a few seconds to accept what he said, And then it took her a few more seconds to figure out what she wanted. Getting fucked to her specifications was a new concept to her. 

Well, she would do her best. She took one of his hands, placed it on top of her clit and moved his finger so that it slowly and gently pressed against the hood covering her clit. She guided it to a steady, circular motion. 

She closed her hands over his shoulders and pulled his torso down hard against hers, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, face to face. 

Below, she narrowed the gap at the top of her thighs where she could feel his balls. She held his balls tight between the top of her thighs and against the strip of flesh between her cunt and her asshole. She bent her knees so that her legs were folded over his shins. His prick had swelled in her cunt. It filled her cunt everywhere, There was nowhere in her cunt that she didn't feel the electricity of pure sensation as her cunt wall held his cock tight.

She began a slow rocking motion. 

He allowed her to do the rocking, he moving only within her motion. His large black cock slid down and up and a bit side to side inside her tight cunt. His finger did not stop its massaging of her clit. When she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue inside and they swapped spit, swirling tongue against tongue and wet lip against wet lip. 

It was a slow rocking of a fuck. Her body was totally engaged. She felt his other hand, the one not engaged with her clit, enter a finger into her ass hole. She continued her rocking motion. He stayed in her arms, rocking with her. Then, so slowly that she was hardly aware it was starting, a twitching excitement began at her clit and spread to her cunt. A shiver of electricity began inside her cunt and quickly spread. It spread so quickly it was always sped past where she was feeling it at any moment until she felt it everywhere ... everywhere, the heels of her feet, the padded round of her ass, her stomach, breasts and back. Her neck felt it. Her lips and her cheeks and her forehead and the top of her head felt it. 

She was on fire and she came. She continued to come for a long time, a slow, steady, powerful tingle that spread from her cunt to envelope every inch of her body, every inch. 

She almost forgot that there was someone else involved, that it was a cock in her cunt and a body against hers that was causing her to cum. 

She didn't scream, yell, shout, or even say anything. She found herself humming a low tone that warbled in a single note She reached down and rubbed her hand against the curve of his ass. She tightened and untightened the muscles inside her cunt as he slid his cock in and out slowly and then just a little bit more quickly as he orgasm continued, serenaded by her hum of pure pleasure. Finally, she tightened her legs and he moved his cock harder until he came too. She climaxed and he slipped out from her cunt which was now filled with his sweet flow of ejaculate.

After, it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, she looked at the watch. His time was nearly up. He had 30 seconds left. Her single orgasm, she was pretty sure it was just one continuous orgasm, had lasted barely all of his allotted 20 minutes. 

They stood up. She kissed him fully on the lips. 

"Mt dear ms. Slut," he said. That was very good. Perhaps we will have some more sex after everyone else has finished."

She was alone again, five minutes until her next visitor. She cleaned herself with a fresh towel.

Marquise was her next visitor.

He came in quietly, got undressed, closed the door and sat down on the mattress. His erection was large. He guided her to face him and to squat. He put her cunt over his rampant cock, letting it slide into her cunt. After about a minute of riding him reverse cowboy like that, she slowed her tempo. They spoke. 

"I wondered how come there was no anal. I was pretty sure I would be getting some of that," she said.

"We told Harold we wouldn't do no ass fucking," Marquise said. "He made us promise." 

She thought that odd but decided to wait until later to say something about it. She began to ride him in a bouncing motion, increasing the rhythm until it seemed almost a gallop. She didn't think she was going to come, but, surprise, while bouncing up and down on his cock which entered all the way in to her cunt, all the way down to her cervix. Actually, it was up in her cunt as she bounced up and down. 

"Another question." MaryJane continued to bounce her ass up and down onto his thighs. "I love this, you know," she said, "why do you guys do this?"

"First of all, when we get a real slut like you, there ain't no better fucking. Second of all, who deserves our fucking more than a real eager slut?"

Well, that answered that. MaryJane understood that her slutishness, her acknowledgement of her sluthood, was a major breakthrough for her. From now on, her sexual exploits were her choice to do or not to do. The pleasure would be all hers. As a slut, men would be delighted to fuck her. 

Marquise finished. They kissed and he left after agreeing that another sex session could follow after she finished being serviced by the two guys still to go.

Her next adventure was a fully engaged, totally mind blowing sixty-nine. She and the guy she was enjoying the sixty-nine with took turns pleasuring each other. Both came. 

At no time was MaryJane bored or uncomfortable. At all times the sex was pure, intense and full of surprises. When the sixty-nine was finished, she and her partner shared a toke off of her blunt. She lay on the mattress happy and satisfied for the five minutes until her last visitor came into the room.

One more fuck. This fuck, as were the others, had her in control and resulted in another giant orgasm for her, and for the guy who had filled her to her specifications. 

She had pulled the train. She had come countless time. So had the guys. MaryJane Huffman was a slut, a positive and total slut. And, she loved it! 

    *************

She walked down the stairs to the room where the guys who had just fucked her were waiting.

"Anyone for more fucking?" she asked. 

One-hundred-percent of the men present raised their hands. 

They all trooped up the stairs, following behind her naked, swinging ass.

"Hey, can I watch?" That Came from Harold.

Heck, Mrs. Huffman was in a good mood. He had gotten her here in the first place. She looked back at him. "Just watch. Ok."

The room was now crowded with seven large Black men and MaryJane Huffman. All eight people were standing on the mattress. Harold stood alone by the door, watching.

Every prick was at attention. MaryJane looked around at the pricks, large, larger and much larger. She inspected the cocks, thick, thicker and much thicker. She held out her hand and began to touch the various cocks. She held and pulled them in a random order, feeling their heft, their fullness, their readiness to pleasure her. She loved the cocks which surrounded her, which poked at her side, her front, her back. She sank to her knees and took one after the other into her mouth. In seconds she was lying down on her back and dicks were all over her, pressing against her body, touching her everywhere. She held them, sucked them and felt them. 

"Fuck me," she shouted when she could wait no longer.

They turned her over onto her hands and knees. One of them knelt behind her. She thought that now, finally, she would have her ass fucked, but that was not to be. Instead, the man behind her put his prick into her wet cunt and began to fuck her hard. In front of her, one of the other guys shoved his giant prick into her mouth. Glancing around, she could make out the others holding their cocks in their hands, gently manipulating the cocks, keeping them hard.

She didn't feel quite as if she was in heaven. But she did feel as if she was in a very, very good place. Cocks here, dicks there, everywhere a prick, prick. All there for her because she was a slut.

She let out a loud "mmmmrghhhhmmrrrgh" past the big black cock that was filling her mouth. 

The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of her exultation and their egging each other (and her) on. The world was nothing but a sexual perfect storm, a world of pricks, cocks, and dicks, all tumescent, swollen to giant size, and all there to pleasure MaryJane and to assist her to countless more orgasms of her vagina, clit and whole body. The men fucked her and came. She sucked them and they came. They fucked her and she came.

A smell of sweat and cum filled the room. The sound of grunts and yells filled the room. The room was an Eden of pure, unadulterated sensuality. At one point, MaryJane stood up and felt her body being poked at everywhere by large, hard cocks. At another point, she lay down on her back and felt the cocks in her cunt and mouth as she held a big, black ready to blow cock in each hand, jerking them off.until the exploded a shower of cum over her. She bounced her ass up and down. She yelled encouragement to the guys slamming her cunt. She vacuumed their pricks in her mouth and swirled her tongue up and down their enormous cocks. All inhibitions disappeared. It was a fuck and be fucked world. 

Then it was over. Ejaculate was everywhere. Her face, her body, her hair were full of cum spots, some dry, some drying, some still wet. The taste of cum filled her mouth. Mrs. MaryJane Huffman was able to look at the men in the crowded room and say, "I am a slut and I have been truly fucked."

She looked around. "And I loooooved it!"

From the assembled men, a round of applause.

Mrs. MaryJane Huffman curtsied. She smiled and left the room to shower.

When MaryJean was ready to leave, she took one more toke and kissed each of the men. She didn't know if she'd see them again. But she considered them her friends now. Leroy came over to her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed. 

But it was time now for her to go home. She wanted to sort out exactly what had happened. Earlier, during their goodbyes, Marquise had given her his cell number and told her that if she had any questions or if she wanted to meet any of the guy or all of them again, give him a call. She knew that something important had happened. Being welcomed into something called sluthood meant something. She wasn't sure exactly what. But she did know two things for sure. One, she knew that sex was the most pleasurable, most wonderful and most exciting thing in the world and that she was fully acceptant of that. She knew that she was free now. She was free to accept sex when she wanted. She was free to demand sex when she needed it. She was also free to say no to sex when she had her reasons. 

She was dressed in her basketball shorts and tee shirt. She felt fresh, clean and ready to continue her life. 

She was ready to leave this house where she had been treated so kindly. Harold McCarthy walked over to her and took her car keys from her. "Mrs. Huffman," he said, "I'll be driving you home."

She was ready to tell him to fuck off. But she realized that she was still very high from all the puffs she had taken off the big blunt she had been given. "You are too high to drive," he said. "And," he continued, "there's somethings I got to let you know about sluthood." 

He took his former teacher's hand in his as they walked to her car. "And," he added, "Your ass needs to be fucked, don't it?"

Mrs. Huffman realized that her day was not over yet.

(Next chapter next week, Harold speaks.) 

Thank you, dear readers for following this tale so far. I do want to apologize again for the fact that last week's Chapter 06 of this story was not listed in the NEW submissions menu. Literotica has, to this moment still not replied to my query as to why that happened. The normal readership of the last submission, because of that failure, was about half the number that normally read my stories. Please comment and vote for this chapter. The next chapter is probably the last for "What Am I Doing Here." I say probably because it is possible that a reader's comment, suggestion or question will be the prompt that gets me writing more.

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 08



I'm sitting in my car next to Harold McCarthy who is driving me home because I am still stoned. I am also spaced out and in a zone, happily having just been fucked individually and ganged by seven well hung black men. I am a slut and happy about it. But Harold is driving too fast.

Harold McCarthy

"Watch it. You nearly ran that stop sign."

"Jesus. I didn't nearly hit nothing." Mrs. Huffman is the fucking biggest pain in the ass. It don't matter what I do, she says it's wrong. Except fucking. She's ok with my fucking her. Never complains about that. Right now, we're heading back to her condo where I am going to fuck her in the ass. And then I'm gonna fuck her straight. And then she'll blow me. After that, I'll blow her. Then we'll do a little sixty-nine. And then I am going to fuck her ass again. I found her dildo and vibrator yesterday, and I'll figure out a way to use them too. I got it all planned out. 

You know why she tells me to watch out? Because she don't want to admit that she loves my prick. She wants it. She craves it. Look at her. She's sitting back in her chair and she's got this big smile on her face. "You thinkin' about getting my cock in your ass?" I ask her.

"I'm thinkin' about the cocks I just had in my cunt and mouth and hands."

See, she won't admit how much she loves my cock. But just wait until we get to her place. 

Mrs. Huffman is now a certified slut. Three months ago, she hadn't had a prick in her cunt or even in her mouth (and for sure not in her ass) for three years. The first time I saw her, when she walked into my junior year English class at Holy Mother of God high school, I spotted her for the slut she was. It took me two years for her to give it up to us, and then three more months after that until she finally admitted it, admitted it that she was a slut.

"You know, teach, I always wanted to fuck you in our classroom."

"Every classroom in that school has a statue of Jesus being crucified hanging on the wall."

"Hey, it's a statue. It can't see nothin'."

"No, but it's still sort of a downer, isn't it?"

"It wasn't a downer to us. Three quarters of the class had hard ons when you was walkin' around in the class there with those tight skirts showing off your ass all the time."

"Do you know, Harold, that I have never heard you speak about any subject other than sex."

She's got these great legs. I mean, really great legs. Right now, she's got them spread out way up on the dashboard. It's fuckin' sexy as hell. Her calves are a pleasure to look at. And her thighs are the nastiest, long and strong and so sexy. I want to stop the car right now and stick my face between her legs just to get a good whiff of her musky cunt smell. Even before she admitted she was a slut, I could always smell her pussy, even in the class, even when she was talkin' about commas and participles or whatever. "Mrs. Huffman, I wish I could put my face up against your hairy cunt and taste your cunt right now."

"See."

"What?"

"Sex, it's the only subject you know."

"Duh." Look at her. She's looking out the window. There's nothing to see there but a bunch of trees and stuff and she's got a big smile on her face. You don't think she's thinking about fucking?

MaryJane Huffman

I can't stand Harold. As I've told him a million times, he is a rude, dirty, and unpleasant young man. But the thing is, I don't know why, but he turns me on. I do not like him, but he touches me and I'm ready to go. My juices flow, my clit gets sooo sensitive, my nipples get hard. Fuck, even my mouth begins to water. I am not a desperate old maid. I'm only 31-years-old. I was even married once. And I've just come from having been fucked by seven well-hung, polite, good looking Black men who knew what they were doing and got me to orgasm, I don't know, a hundred times....more....in a couple of hours. But here I am, in my car while Harold drives me to my condo where he will fuck me in the ass and everywhere else too. And, you know what, I am going to cum and cum again after we start. 

Harold is the guy who made me learn that I loved to have sex. 

He hates it when I say that 'I have had sex.' He says that that's too fancy. He wants me to say that 'I have fucked.' The thing is, I have fucked thirteen different guys (not counting Harold) in the past week, but he is the only one who has had anal sex with me. He somehow got all the other guys I've had sex with to not fuck my ass. I never figured out how he managed to convince them that my ass was exclusively his to fuck. But he did. 

I asked him, "How come you're always there? How do you know those guys, I mean Leroy and Marquise and the other guys that I had sex with? What is it with them and you?

Harold McCarthy

There it is. She finally asked. 

Really, I shoulda thought this out before. Usually, I got it all planned out how I'll deal with her. I always knew that sooner or later she was going to ask, but I figured that I would come up with a bullshit answer and that she'd be too busy getting her pussy filled to question my answer too much. But I didn't know what I was gonna tell her. Maybe I'd even tell the truth. 

I looked over at her. She was still looking out the windows at the trees or whatever and still had that smug smile of a satisfied slut on her face. Fuck it. I'll tell her.

"Mrs. Huffman, you really want to know?"

"Know what?"

She forgot the question already. Her head had moved on to something else, probably thinking about the big dicks she had enjoyed. "You asked how I knew Leroy and Marquise and the other guys." She took her legs down off the dashboard. She had the fucking sexiest legs I ever seen. Long and muscled with just enough padding and a sweet hint of downy hair that you could see if you looked hard enough and that led to, when you got those shorts she was wearing off of her, that sweet hairy cunt of hers. I bet her cunt lips was already opened up and her cunt was wet. She was a slut. "I send 'em the girls that they fuck." There, I told her. 

She just looks at me like she don't understand what I just said. "I find the girls for them to fuck."

This time she got this sort of funny look on her face like she was trying to figure out what I said. "Hey," I told her. I was saved by the bell, and by the fact that she was still stoned, "There's your condo. I'll explain everything when we get upstairs." She didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. She still didn't say anything when we got out of the car. She just kept looking at me with that funny look on her face when we went into her building and we got on the elevator. Before, she used to make me walk up the stairs to her apartment so we wouldn't meet any of her neighbors in the elevator. Tell you the truth, I liked it better walking up the stairs. That way I could follow her and watch that beautiful ass of hers swing back and forth. Did I tell you already that Mrs. Huffman had the coolest, hottest, sexiest and most fuckable ass in the whole world? Well, if I didn't tell you yet, believe me, her ass is one in a million. The best! When the guys came down after taking their turn fucking her before, it was the one thing they all said. Everyone of them. They all said about what a fuckin' beautiful ass she had. They loved it. And as soon as the elevator stopped and we got into her apartment, I was going to fuck that ass.

MaryJane Huffman

He's a jerk, but if not for Harold, I'd still be denying that I am a slut. We are in the elevator heading to my apartment now. The car is empty except for us and he's behind me, pressing his cock against my backside with his hands around me holding my stomach. He touches me and I can't think of anything else but my cunt and fucking. So, I brush his hand away. I really don't know anything about him. He was in my English class two years ago when I began teaching at Holy Mother of God High School. He was a lousy student. He was nothing but trouble. But the only thing I really know about him is that he knows how to fuck. Oh, does he? But I am still not sure of how come he is always there when I am having sex, and how did he arrange for those guys to be ready to fuck me at Leroy and Marquise's place?

Harold McCarthy 

She had her key out and was getting ready to open her door. "What do you mean, you find the girls for them to fuck?" She opened the door and we walked in."Was I one of those 'girls' you find for them to fuck?" she asked me and shut the door. 

But before I had to answer, I had my arms around her and was busy lifting her tee shirt up over her head. While I was doing her tee shirt, she was busy slipping her basketball shorts down her legs. Whatever else, no matter how much she wanted me to answer her question, first she was a slut. Mrs. Huffman is a slut, so, right now, my answer can wait! She wasn't wearing no underwear. Mrs. Huffman was all naked. By now, I had my pants down around my ankles. I was behind her and I pressed my body against hers. My prick was rubbing against the crack of her beautiful round ass. I reached around her and my hand covered her bushy mound. 

"I really don't understand about your finding girls for the guys." We were standing in the same spot where we were when we walked in to the apartment. My back was pressing against the door. She had her back to me. I stepped one leg out of my pants. I continued to let my cock move around the smooth globe of her ass. She pressed back against my cock. 

I was going to tell her the whole story, but I thought I'd do that later, better do some fucking first. I moved my right hand down to her mound.

My hand was pointing down, My first two fingers were in an upside down "V" to surround that sexy hairy mound of hers. I pinched her mound tight with the sides of my fingers. Meanwhile, with the inside of my knuckle, I pushed against her clit. Get her hot and she's got an oversized clit peeking way out of its sheath. I could feel pussy juice leak from her cunt. 

"Oh, shit," she said, "Fuck me. NOW!" She started to move towards her bedroom. She gripped my hand holding her pussy and pulled me along with her. I couldn't shake my other pant leg free of my foot, so my pants trailed along behind us. When we got to her bedroom, she pushed me down on the bed and took my cock into her mouth to get me all wet. She looked up. "Did you bring that KY?"

I nodded "yes."

"Then I don't need to suck your cock right now. Fuck my ass," she told me. She don't like to waste time when it's time to fuck. She was on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass pointing up. Did I tell you that she was a slut? She lowered her head so that now it was her head and shoulders and her knees that supported her body. She reached her hands behind her, and grabbed the two globes of her ass, pulling them apart to bare her ass hole bud for fucking. "Fuck my ass," she repeated. It was a command this time. One leg of my pants was still hanging from my foot. I reached down to pick the pants up so that I could get the KY out of my pocket.

"Come on," she said. "Hurry!" I guess that I already told you she was a cock hungry slut. 

Finally, I get the KY out squeezed it onto my cock. I squeezed more onto her bung hole. My prick was as hard as it ever was. While she had been fucking the guys, I had been slowly milking my cock, keeping it hard, but I never did cum. I would now, though. 

"Hurry up. Aren't you juiced up yet?" she asked. 

I put the head of my cock against the rose bud entrance to her ass and pushed in slowly as she opened her sphincter muscle. Oh, she was tight. Slowly I kept on pushing until I had gotten my whole cock, head and shaft, all in. Finally, I was able to begin fucking her. 

We had practiced ass fucking all the night before, so she was ready! I began fucking in and out. She squeezed her sphincter when I was on the upstroke and she caught the head of my cock to stop it from leaving her ass. She loosened the muscle and I slid back down and in, deep into her tight tunnel of her ass. "Yeah, Yeah, yes," she shouted. ""Faster, harder," she urged me on. 

"Yes, keep it up," she said. 

I continued to send my cock as deep as it would go, ending each downstroke when my pubic bone crashed against the top of her ass. I held my cock steady, all the way in her, not moving. I kept my finger against her clit, pressing against it in that slow circular motion she loved. 

"Hey, Mrs. Huffman, you think about what I told you the other day?" I could usually slip something past her while we were fucking. 

"What are you talking about?" she said. "Keep on with the fucking," she said. "Do Not Stop!"

Her clit was totally sticking out from its little hood and I could feel it like shivering.under my finger. "About taking some pictures. Or maybe making a movie."

"What?" 

Maybe this wasn't the best time to be asking her about that. She was too much into the fucking.

MaryJane Huffman

Did he just say something about a movie?

But that long thick cock of his was burrowing down deep into my ass hole. It's nothing like getting fucked in the cunt, but, you know, I love it. It's a totally different feeling. When I am getting my cunt fucked, even my mouth, the feeling is so powerful it spreads all over my body.

I resisted getting my ass fucked until last night, so I am still figuring out what it is like. Getting fucked in the ass, I feel it there in the ass. I feel it most right where it goes in, right at the muscle. It is a local feeling. He is stroking my clit with his hand and that spreads the feeling up to my stomach and down to my thighs. But this is about my ass hole. Oh shit, oh shit, I feel so fuuulllllllll there, in my ass. So fulllllll. And I can feel his cock sliding all the way in and all the way up until it reaches the sphincter and I close it tight to stop his cock from leaving. Then I open the muscle there and it slides all the way down in. I can feel him moving his hips deep and down, hard! It is good.

Oh, now he slips his cock out of my ass. And now he's flipped me over onto my back. He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulder. My body is curved and my ass is open, up off the bed. There's still enough KY down there and on his cock, so he shoves that long. slick tool of his back in my ass. I'm filled again. Being a slut is good. 

Harold McCarthy

Her feet are pointing up to the ceiling. Her ass is up off the bed. I got my cock sliding in and out of that tight ass. I been looking for and fucking sluts for nearly five years now, and, believe me, Mrs. Huffman's ass is the best, the sweetest, the tightest, the best lookin' and the most fuckable. 

I am looking down at her right now. The look on her face is something else, half happy, half lost in some other world, and half intense. Yeah, I know three halves don't add up right, but I'm telling you what I'm looking at. I don't know how she did it, but one night of ass fucking and she's got it down cold. Her sphincter grabs and releases as good as anyone, better. 

I got ambitions for Mrs. Huffman. I definitely want to get those pictures. You know, a regular photographer, a professional. Some real slut pictures, but classy. If I got her to do those, I could maybe get her to make a movie. 

Right now, though, I feel like I'm gonna cum. Usually I can last a lot longer, but I ain't cum even once so far today. 

MaryJane Huffman

Oh fuck. I can feel it. He's ready to shoot his load up my ass. Shit, just when we were getting a good rhythm going. Oh there it comes. Or goes. I can feel it disappearing down the chute. My cunt, when he cums there, it stays there all the way in me. Here, it continues travelling nowhere. When I stand up and I open the sphincter it'll all just pour out. 

You know, I am not even sure if I came. My clit was blinging and tinging all the while, and I guess you could call my wet pussy and trembling clit a mini orgasm. Actually, more than a mini orgasm. Now he's slipped his cock out of my ass and he's pushed my legs off of his shoulders and he's laying there on his back. spent cock not yet all the way down, still partly erect. You know what? I am going to do the dirty. Out of my ass into my mouth! I move my head down towards his groin, open my mouth and suck that nasty pleasure stick of his into my mouth. I even swirl my tongue up and down and around the shaft and head of his cock. I can taste a little of the nasty, but it isn't too bad. His cock doesn't seem to be reacting to my blow job, so I let it out of my mouth and moved up on the bed and stretch my body out. If I know Harold, it won't be too long before he's ready to go again.

I don't know how much longer I'll be enjoying his cock. He goes off to State to go to college there in a couple of weeks. I have to start getting ready to teach again in a few weeks. We have a teacher's meeting next week and my lesson plans and syllabi are due. I know he said something about a picture or video, but there's no way that's going to happen. I had enough trouble with the picture they got of me three months ago.

I nudge his back with my foot. "Harold," I tell him, "get off your ass and off the bed. Go into the bathroom and wash that good cock of yours clean. I'll want to do some more screwing in a while." 

Harold McCarthy

Actually, I don't really need to wash too bad. Mrs. Huffman did a good job cleaning me with her blow job. I hate to admit it, but Mrs. Huffman is a real good fuck. She is the best slut I know, and I know plenty.

So far, I haven't talked to her about what's next. She said something about school starting and that she'll be back teaching at Holy Mother of God soon. Now that she knows she is a slut, I'm thinking about how she'll handle being locked in a room with all those horny guys wearing school uniforms. 

I think that she'll be able to keep from getting fucked by them. But I'll bet that the sweet smell of pussy juice will fill that room a lot. 

I'm going to State in a couple of weeks. Most of the time, I'll be scouting for sluts, but I guess I'll be Taking some classes too. What I gotta tell Mrs. Huffman is about me. If I want a chance to move her along to a new level of being a slut, I'll have to let her know about me. I think I'll tell her while we're fucking. The thing is, she's really broken in good now. She takes it in any hole. She sucks. She does gangbangs. And, most of all, she loves it. I'm gonna get that dildo and vibrator of hers out later and see what we can do with them.

I splash some water under my arm pits. I guess I'm ready. I leave the bathroom and grab my cock. "Mrs. Huffman, I am ready. Mouth, cunt or ass?" I ask her.

MaryJane Huffman

Leroy gave me a couple of joints before we left his and Marquise's place. I got one of them out and lit it up. I wasn't going to share with Harold, but he'd be sure to smell it and start to complain that I don't treat him right. So I pass the joint to him. He takes a puff and passes it back. I take a puff and pass it back to him. It is real powerful stuff, and maybe we ought not to be smoking so much, but it really relaxes me. 

And him too.

We are laying on the bed, our bodies spread out comfortably next to each other. I look down towards his cock. I Can see it beginning to stir. It is not even a remarkable cock. All of the guys at Leroy and Marquise's had bigger ones, longer and thicker. He is circumcised, but so were most of them. And all of his classmates that had had sex with me were cut also. I'm not sure of its length, I'm not particularly great at judging size, but his cock, whenever I spotted it erect, and it was erect nearly all the time, even in class, was able to get me thinking about getting fucked. When he touched me, and I saw that erect instrument of his, my cunt wouldn't stop juicing up and my clit was expand to where I thought it would poke right out of its sheath. 

I turn my body around so that my face is just inches away from his cock.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 08



"Harold," I tell him, "relax. I am going to get a little taste of you." I open my mouth and suck that deflated, curled up cock right in. Whatever he did, he didn't do a particularly good job of washing it when he was in the bathroom. But then, cleanliness was not exactly his strong point. What do I care, though. Hate the man, love the cock. And I do love his cock. I swirl my tongue around. I use my tongue to pry open the tiny fish-mouth at the tip of its head. It doesn't taste so great. It doesn't smell so wonderful either. But the combination of bland taste and musky odor is amazing. My nose is buried in his pubic hair, and I do believe I could come just sucking on his cock. 

But, thankfully, that won't be necessary because he has decided to return the favor. His nose is buried in my pubic hair and his mouth and tongue are rooting around there, tasting and wetting it all. And now he has his tongue in my cunt. Oh my god, he hasn't had his mouth pressing against my clit and his tongue in my cunt and his finger poking around inside looking for my G spot for even 15 seconds I don't think, and I can already feel my clit trembling and my pussy opening.

His cock, meanwhile, has started to stiffen a little bit and I go to town on it. I pull in my cheeks, vacuuming his cock straight and stiffen it even more by running my tongue around its head and up and down its shaft. One of my hands is cradling his balls, the other hand is tight around the part of his shaft that is not engulfed in my mouth. 

I am nothing but one big feeling thing. My sight is limited to a closeup view of his hairy crotch, I smell only the rank musk drifting from between his legs. I feel his skin. And as he continues to tongue and finger fuck me, I can feel it. I can feel the whole area of my crotch begin to tingle and warm and tingle and warm more until I can't limit it anymore and I explode into another grand orgasm. 

Harold McCarthy

Fuck, she just came again. I don't know if you can call it a scream because it's all muffled from my cock in her mouth, but, believe me, it was a scream. 

It's all too much for me. I can usually hold out for longer, but this time she got the better of it, and the next thing I know, my cock begins to spit its cum all out. Man, I really cum. I fill her mouth with my cum, and she swallows it all, gulps it all down her throat. Mrs. Huffman is the best fuck I have ever had. 

I just lay there. Next thing, she moves up the bed and turns her body around so that we're both laying there with our heads just inches apart. I can see a tiny bit of my cum drying at the corner of her mouth. I wet my finger and scrape the cum onto my finger. I feed my finger into her mouth. She sucks it clean. 

We just lay there.

Finally I do it. "Mrs. Huffman," I say, "I'm a scout."

"A Boy Scout? What?" she says.

"Not a Boy Scout. A scout."

She just looks at me. 

"For the Find The Sluts, The FTS. 

"The what?" she asks.

"The FTS. It's my thing." God damn, fuck it. Now that I'm trying to tell her about it, I can see it sounds nuts. Leroy, he knew what it was the first time I told him. "I look for sluts," I say. "I got a talent for it. I can smell 'em."

"Oh my God," she says and she begins laughing. 

"Don't laugh," I tell her. "I found you. I found you two years ago and spent all this time until now waiting until I could get you to know it."

She couldn't stop laughing.

MaryJane Huffman

That jerk. I can't stop laughing. He's been stalking me for two years. I gave him a blowjob behind the dumpster in the parking lot. I fucked him in my car. I.....jesus, everything. I'm a slut because this kid with snot hanging from his nostril can smell a woman's cunt when she's hot. He's explaining it to me now. 

"Four years ago, I figured out that I had a talent. I had a nose for it. I could find sluts, even if they didn't even know it theirselves that they were sluts."

"Wait a minute." I hold out my hand to stop him. "Is that what you do? Spend your time looking for what you call sluts?"

"Hey, that's what you call 'em too."

""How many you find?"

"You're the fifth. But it ain't so easy in this town. And this is a Catholic school. I gotta fight the nuns and the priests and the goddamn pope, for god's sake to be able to get them to recognize they're sluts."

"And when you find them?"

"I fuck 'em."

"That's it?"

"Well......"

Harold McCarthy

I think I said enough. I tell her too much, I won't have a chance to get her doin' things for me.

""Look, it works out ok. The guys, Leroy and Marquise and the others, they get some special ass. And I get to be their friend."

Shit, she's laughing again.

The thing is, I like findin' sluts. I get them posing for pictures. Shit, I got two of them into making movies, and I got a cut out of that. Mrs. Huffman was my greatest find. She fucks better 'en anybody. And I bet I could got her to do who knows what before I got through with her. Shit, when she was fuckin' the guys, getting gangbanged by the crew at Leroy's, she was something else. I got plans for her. I'm at State U. in a little while and the fraternities there need someone to gangbang. I heard all about it. And there's plenty more a good slut can do. Plenty more!

"I can't believe what you told me," she is saying.

Fuck this talking.

MaryJane Huffman

What is he doing? Oh, he's got his hand on my cunt. And he's rubbing it. Oh shit, we are going to fuck again. He's rolled over on top of me. My cunt is starting to get itself wet. His cock is all hard again. Oh god, where will this end?' 

THE END

This is PROBABY the last chapter of "What Am I Doing Here? ILienBagby, your humble author, is a bit tired now (as you might be able to tell). Please watch my author's page. I have some more stories to tell. AND, if there is a demand, I may add to this story. I am also thinking of writing a couple of new chapters to add to my old story, "In Xanadu." If you would like to comment, please do. Your comments (and votes) are what get my typing fingers moving. 



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 09



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(Three Months later.)

Harold opened the door and Mrs. Huffman walked in. She looked sexy as hell.

It was her first time here in his dorm room. She looked around. It was worse than she thought it would be: dirty clothes all over the floor, the bed unmade, a poster of xxx porn star Majella on his wall. A few books scattered around. It didn't smell too good either.

It didn't much matter, though, because she was a slut, and she was there for his cock. IT never failed to please her.

He looked her over. She looked hot, especially hot for an ex high school teacher of his who he and his friends had fucked over and over again up until a few months ago when they left to go to college. She was thirty-one or two, but could have passed for twenty one. And she was one majestic fuck, an honest to goodness confirmed slut. She looked good as ever in her tight sweater and tighter skirt that came to mid thigh. He wondered if she was wearing underwear. Although he already was pretty sure why she was here, considering her clothing and her smell, he asked, "How come you called me?" 

"I was horny," she answered. She looked down. His pants were tented at the groin. Good old, reliable Harold. Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it? She reached over to his pants, pulled the zipper down and fished out that beautifully tumescent pole. Long, thin, not terribly clean. His cock was exactly as she remembered it. Without any other conversation, she got down on her knees, opened her mouth, and sucked it into her mouth. Yes, Harold McCarthy hadn't changed over the past four months, his groin, unwashed, smelled of cunt and cum.

Harold McCarthy had fucked Mrs., Huffman plenty of times back when he was in high school and she was his English teacher. But now he was a freshman at State and hadn't fucked her in nearly a quarter of a year. He hadn't even talked to her until about an hour ago when she called and told him she was on the highway and which dorm was he in and what was his room number. And here she was. And here he was getting one of those blow jobs only she could give. He had had fourteen different girls give him blowjobs in this room since the semester began, and even the best hadn't come close to her worst.

She was on her knees in front of him. Later, he'd ask her why she was here. Right now he wanted to concentrate on the amazing and wonderful things she was doing to his cock. 

His pants were down just above his ankles. He hadn't had the time to remove the pants all the way, and she didn't seem to care if they were still pooled at his feet, just as long as his prick was available. His hands were holding the back of her head to guide the movement of her mouth over his cock, guidance she didn't need, thank you. Her lips glided from the cock's tippy little fish mouth all the way down slowly to the bottom of its shaft and her nose was stopped at his musky smelling groin. Her tongue swished and swilled around and above his shaft, then pulled and pushed at the sides of his shaft. She squeezed her cheeks closed and sucked them into a tight vacuum around his cock. A steady flow of saliva kept his cock warm, wet, and hard. One of her hands cupped his balls; the other held his ass, pulling him towards her face. Harold had forgotten just how good she could suck cock. But.....then.......

Damn it! Just as he was really getting into it,.......

Without any warning at all, she stopped sucking and let his cock fall out of her mouth. "You are as hard as you're going get in my mouth." She stood up and pushed him down onto his unmade bed. "I want your cock in my cunt." she said. Ever since Mrs. Huffman had self-joined the 'sluthood' she had asserted her sexual needs as she was doing now. Of course, her direct action to get sexual satisfaction didn't always end up the way she wanted. When she had tried it on Mr. Burns, the head football coach, he had fainted.

She pulled Harold's pants off of his legs and threw them aside. She didn't bother removing his shirt or his socks. She quickly pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped her skirt to the floor (she wore no underwear). She noticed a big hole at the toe of his right sock. He was helpless. 

"Don't you ever clean this room up?" she asked as she climbed up onto the bed and positioned her wet cunt just above his hard cock. She slowly lowered her body onto his cock, sliding it into the tight pink pussy. She let out a long, languorous sound, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." For a moment, she didn't move, appreciating the sensation of his cock in her cunt. "I really needed this," she said and began bouncing up and down on the stiff cock.

He looked up at her from his position lying down on the bed. She looked good still, her perky tits round and firm, the pointy nipples growing hard as he touched them with the palms of his hands. 

Mrs. Huffman began to move faster. Her cunt muscles held his cock tight. Above him, looking down, her face was intent. She began a series of grunts and oh's and ah's. "Fuck me, fuck me, move those hips, shove that prick in to my needy cunt," she repeated over and over. She was sweating and drops of sweat fell from her forehead. As she moved, her hand went to her groin and she used her finger to rub against her clit. Finally, after maybe a quarter of an hour of hard fucking, after Harold had managed to remove all of his clothing except for his socks and after they had changed position several times, she uttered a long "Ahhhhhhhhhh," and came. She waited a few seconds until he came and then lifted off of him and rolled over onto his bed, lying there on her back. "I needed that," she said.

Mrs. Huffman had thought after she discovered she was a slut, that because she had acknowledged her slutiness, her sluthood, she would be at a great advantage when she wanted to find a man to keep her sexually satisfied. Unfortunately, things hadn't worked out so smoothly. A good man was often hard to find. So, Harold would have to do.

"Long time no see," Harold said, "Long time since we fucked," he added. "What brings you here today?"

"Did you know that Leroy and Marquise and their group all left? They took off for California or someplace a month ago. My last try at finding some local hunk to fuck me didn't work out too well. I thought about you, got in my car, drove down and here we are. Your cock still works good in my cunt. Thank you."

"You're still teaching at Holy Mother of God High. It's full of nothing but horny male students. Why not recruit one or two of them?"

She had resisted screwing around with her students this term. There were a couple of them who looked hot in their military style, Catholic school uniforms, a few of them who threw out whiffs of testosterone her way; however, she had decided she liked teaching, and the risk of fooling around with students was too big.

But she didn't need to discuss those things with Harold. She needed a good fuck. He was available for that. She leaned over and took his cum and pussy juice covered prick in her hand. She held it between her thumb and forefinger and began to play with it. "Your cock is so good," she said. Fooling around with his fuck stick, seemed to be having an effect. Mrs. Huffman smiled as she saw it begin to harden. She bent over and began to lick it clean with her tongue. It got harder. She took it in her mouth again. Good old Harold. His prick was hard again. She dropped it from her mouth. "Fuck some more?" she asked.

He nodded a yes.

She moved over and got on her hands and knees. She spread her legs wide, offering a good view or her cunt and ass. She presented her ass up in the air to give him a choice of which hole to fuck. She was still an ass virgin to everyone except Harold who had fucked her anus five or six times. He crawled behind her and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind. He was probably waiting for later to fuck her ass. 

His cock in her cunt, he leaned his body over hers to balance himself. He placed both his hands high up on the inside of her beautiful thighs and began to move them down to her knees and then up all the way to where they touched her hair covered pussy mound. He felt her body begin to tremble. Harold had fucked many cunts in his life, a whole bunch here at state since school began in September. Mrs. Huffman, without a doubt, was the hottest of them all. 

His prick was in her cunt. His cock sawed in and out of her cunt, slow and then fast, fast and then slow, in and out, in and out. One hand slid up and down the inside of first one thigh and then the other. His other hand moved around her waist and up to her tits, squeezing there and pinching. "You are totally the biggest slut, and you love this, don't you?" he whispered into her ear as he fucked her quick and slow, in and out.

His cock in her cunt, his fucking her here in his filthy dorm room, was driving her to crazy level of pleasure. She started to scream, "Yes, I love it. I love it. I love your cock in my cunt. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me all the way in. Fuck me hard! Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes! Your prick, my cunt. Yes, yes. This slut says Haaaarddddder!" She didn't particularly like Harold, but he was the guy who had made it possible for her to recognize her sluthood and he was the guy whose long cock would always manage to bring her to orgasm, orgasms plural. Dislike the guy, love the c ock.

She was sure of it now, She was born to be a slut. Her cunt was leaking juice. Her tits swung to and fro with every slam of his cock into the depths of her cunt. 

Harold continued his raging assault on her cunt. He loved the quiver of her tight ass as his stomach slammed into her backside. She held his cock tight with her cunt muscle as he slipped in and out. One of her hands reached back and under her to cup his balls, gently squeezing and letting loose, squeezing and letting loose. Her other hand was occupied massaging her clit in hard round movements. She felt him speeding his stroke and realized he was about to come. She quickened her clit massage. She began to shake. She began to shiver. She began to cum and she continued to cum until, minutes later, he finally shot his load deep into her cunt and came too.

He separated from her and dropped to the bed, laying down, breathing through his open mouth.

"I don't care what anyone says about you, Harold, you fuck good." Mrs. Huffman said, eschewing the adverb for the adjective. She sat up. "Harold, this slut is going to wash up." She got up off the bed and started towards the bathroom. 

Harold watched her tight, beautiful ass wiggle and bounce as she walked to the bathroom. He let a big smile erupt over his face,

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When Mrs. Huffman returned to the dorm room from washing up, Harold was ending a cell phone conversation. "Yeah, the same one. Believe me. Yes, very hot. Did I ever shit you? Yeah, just go."

"What was that all about?" asked Mrs. Huffman.

"Nuthin. How you feelin'? 

"Nothing?"

"Like I said, nuthin'."

Mrs. Huffman lay back down on the bed. She remembered her days in college. "You learn anything interesting since you got to school?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, "Sluts is harder to find than I thought. There are plenty of them around, but in college they are all married or going steady or pinned or only fuck with guys in a particular fraternity."

To this date, Mrs. Huffman could not recall any statement from Harold that she had ever heard him utter that hadn't to do with anything but sex. "I meant about school things. You decided on a major?"

"Nah," he said, "Wanna fuck some more?" It wasn't really a question as he rolled over on top of her and deftly inserted his cock into her cunt. She was still (or newly) wet and he slid into her easily. 

He grabbed her wrists in each hand and held them stretched flat on the bed and high above her head. With his feet, he guided her legs to a stretched out position also and then hooked his toes onto the flat of her foot, stretching his and her body taut and flush against each other, thigh against thigh, groin pressing groin, chest pushing against chest. Their faces were matched and his tongue and her tongue exchanged spit. 

She could hardly move. His cock though, moving deep inside her tight wet cunt as he leveraged his hips up and down, delivered pleasure that spread from her cunt through her body. She felt warm under him. She felt good with her body all stretched from fingers to toes. The taut muscles reached from her neck down to her stomach and from her groin through her thighs down to her calves and feet. This, thought Mrs. Huffman, the feeling in her cunt and through her body, this was why she was a slut. She began to emit those sounds that signaled her pleasure, a low purr and a mewling exhalation, a throaty growl and a quiet humming. "Yes, yes, yes," she punctuated her growls, mewls, purrs and hums with encouragement for him to continue his cock's filling of her appreciative cunt. This was fantastic, she thought as she enjoyed a mini-orgasm. Mrs. Huffman knew that the mini-cum was just a preview of the much greater, body filling orgasm she would be experiencing soon. She was loving getting fucked and, then, suddenly, she heard a sound. She was unable to move her head until Harold lifted his face from hers, and, when he finally did, she looked to her right, from where the sound was coming, and saw three guys standing there and looking down at the bed. 

"What?" she started to ask, but Harold just continued his hips' up and down movement thrusting his cock deep into her cunt. His mouth over her mouth stopped her from saying more. Her cunt was sending intense through her body and she was having trouble concentrating on anything but the good feeling. 

But someone was there in the room. Three someones. And they were standing there watching her being fucked by Harold. "Stop," she finally managed to shout after freeing her mouth from his.. 

Harold continued to hold her wrists in his hand. His legs trapped her legs. The weight of his body on top of hers made it impossible for her to move any part of her body. "Harold, are you going to stop?" she whispered to him. She wasn't sure the three guys could hear her, but they certainly could hear Harold.

"Hey, I'm not gonna stop fuckin' this sweet cunt. It feels too good." His voice was loud and Mrs. Huffman was able to glance over at the guys watching. They were watching intently, their eyes wide open. One of them had his prick out of his pants and he was holding it in his hand and massaging it. Oh no, she thought, another gangbang? She wasn't ready for that, certainly without the assurance of some sort of control. Harold usually let her know if something like a gangbang was going to happen.

"What is this all about?" she said. "Who are these guys? Who let them in? Let me up. I am outta here! And you," she pointed at the guy who had his prick out, "Stop that."

"Keep right on jackin' off if you want," Harold said to the guy. To MaryJane Huffman, he said, "You're staying just like you are," and continued his reaming of her cunt with his cock. He shifted his body upward just a little bit, keeping her stretched out beneath him and began rubbing the very top of his shaft against her clit. "You are going to cum."

"I am not. Let me up, goddammit." She hated Harold. She wanted him to stop, but all he was doing was getting her hotter. His pounding had her pussy hot and wet. Her clit was soooo sensitive. "I am not going to cum."

"Did you hear that?" Harold spoke to the three guys who were still watching with rapt attention. They, each of them, nodded. The one who had his cock out was still pulling on it. They had big smiles on their faces, and, now all three had raging hard ons Mrs. Huffman could see.

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all," Mrs. Huffman said to Harold.

"Oh, yes you do," he replied. "And you are going to cum."

"NO."

"No?" he said, "we'll see." He started to fuck harder. 

She felt her clit quivering like a guitar string plucked pizzicato. She felt her pussy continue to excrete its juice, and she felt the onset of what was sure to be another orgasm. She was embarrassed. These three guys who she had never seen before were watching her get fucked and, worst, were watching as she was getting ready to have an out of control orgasm. This was more than embarrassing. This was humiliating. "Harold.....God..... I demand.....oh uh ah..... Oh Wow...... an explanation," she said between little yelps of pleasure. "Harooooooollld."

He ignored her demand and continued to fuck her as hard as he could, up and down, up and down. 

She could feel herself nearing another wild, out of control super orgasm. "Please, Harold," she said. "Please oh my god, good god, stop. Oh God, Oh Good God." He didn't stop, instead, she felt him explode and shoot a powerful jet of his cum deep into her cunt.

The three guys had moved closer to the bed and she could hear their deep breathing as 

Harold continued to shoot cum into her pussy. When Harold came, he came.

"Aaaaaarrrgh, Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh," she growled. "Ah, Ah, Ah," she gasped. "Oh no, oh, no. OHnoohnoohnonono," she shouted. "Oh my god," her voice screamed and she began to cum and cum and cum some more. Her body was shaking. Her chest was heaving. Yes, when MaryJane Huffman, slut, came, she came! 

Harold rolled off of her, but Mrs. Huffman didn't try to move away from him. She just lay there, overcome, her body still shaking from the orgasm. Finally, after a few moments during which no one, not she, not Harold, not any one of the three guys spoke. Mrs. Huffman sat up. Somehow, perhaps because of the great orgasm she had just experienced, she wasn't quite as angry as she might have been. "Ok, tell me what this is all about," she spoke to Harold.

Harold ignored her question. "You think she came good?" Harold asked the three guys.

"Awesome," said one of them. The other two merely smiled and nodded their heads. 

"Enough," Mrs. Huffman said, "either you start talking or I am out of here."

"Feisty, ain't she?" he asked the three guys. 

"Speak to me," she was angry.

"These guys are friends of mine here at college," he finally said. "From left to right they are Stanley, Arnold, and Earnest. Earnest is in love with you." Earnest was the guy who had his prick out and was slowly pulling on it to keep it hard. 

Mrs. Huffman listened, but said nothing.

"Stanley, Arnold, and Earnest are my pals," he said. "I give 'em a chance to fuck some of the sluts I get up here, they help me with my school work. They're real nerds and real smart." He turned to Mrs. Huffman, "I'm on the Honor Roll here at college. You proud of me?"

She still said nothing. 

"Ok, actually, Arnold here, he's on the honor role. Actually, so are Earnest and Stanley. But I'm passing all my courses. These guys help me. Stanley aced my math test for me two days ago."

She continued to stare at Harold. Finally, she could contain her anger no longer, she challenged him directly. "Tell me, no more bullshit, tell me Harold, why are these guys here in this room? Did you invite them? Do you think it is alright to have them in the room while you and I are engaged in sex?"

Harold had a big smile, a huge smile on his face. 

"Answer me, goddammit," she insisted.

Harold still said nothing, but one of the guys, Arnold it was, stepped forward. He held out his hand for Mrs. Huffman to shake. Mrs. Huffman surprised herself by extending her arm and shaking the offered hand. 

"I am pleased to meet you," Arnold said.

"Likewise," MaryJane Huffman replied automatically. Wait, this was crazy, she thought. Here she was in the college dorm room of Harold McCarthy, a former student of hers when he was still in high school at Holy Mother of God High. They had been having sex. They were both naked. She could feel semen drying at the corner of her mouth from when she had sucked him before and leaking from her cunt from when she fucked him now. And she was shaking his hand as if they had just been introduced at a wine tasting affair. What was she doing here? 




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 09



"I think I can explain," said Arnold.

Mrs. Huffman looked over at Harold with a scowl on her face. She looked back at Arnold who had better do a very good job of explaining or she was going to strangle Harold.

"First," Arnold said, "Let me introduce ourselves. I am Arnold." He bowed. "Stanley is the young man here," he pointed to Stanley who was thin, about six feet tall and looked to be shy. Arnold continued, "And this is Earnest," he said, pointing to the third student who was the smallest of the three, about 5 foot seven and maybe 140 pounds. He, too, seemed shy although he was the guy masturbating with his big hard cock hanging out from his pants. Both Stanley and Earnest were staring at her naked sweaty body. Arnold went on with his explanation, "The three of us are friends of Harold. We help him with his school work, write his papers, do his homework and take his tests, that sort of stuff and he lets us be his friend. In return, he helps us with finding girls for us to have sex with." 

"I still don't......" Mrs. Huffman started to say.

"I'm getting there," Arnold continued. "I am trying to answer your question."

As he spoke, Harold, still naked and still sitting next to her on the bed, put his hand on her upper thigh. She brushed it off. He knew that his hand there distracted her. He put it back and began to move it up and down slowly, touching her knee and then back up to where her thigh met her torso and her hairy cunt. This time, Mrs. Huffman allowed Harold to keep his hand there.

Mrs. Huffman thought about things. She had come here basically so she could get some sex, and she figured Harold was the guy to get it from. But right now, in this crummy college dorm room, she sort of figured that there was a pretty good probability that she would end up fucking these three guys, Arnold, Earnest and Stanley. She hadn't expected this, and she thought, for sure, that Harold was a rotten son of a bitch for setting this up without even hinting about it to her. But they were here. She was here. She had a history of getting involved in gangbangs or other types of group fucking when Harold was around, and he was certainly around now. Of course, there was the fact that she was a slut and sluts fucked. They liked it. She wondered how well these guys knew how to fuck. She wondered how they were hung. The one, Earnest, who was holding his cock in his hand still, seemed well endowed. Her pussy was getting wet as she thought about their cocks in her cunt and mouth and even, maybe, her ass. If it came to fucking all of them, she mused, she could do it; she would do it. But first, she wanted to hear Harold explain why he thought he could just go ahead and do this, invite his friends in to fuck her. The thing was, she knew why. It was because she was a slut.

"Harold told us all about you, Mrs. Huffman," Arnold said. "He always spoke highly of you."

Earnest suddenly joined the conversation, "He said that you were the best piece of ass he had ever had."

Stanley piped in, "He told us how you gave head better than anyone."

Arnold held out his hand. "Wait fellas," he said. "Let me explain." 

MaryJane Huffman was having a tough time knowing how to handle all this. On one hand, Harold was a complete jerk and shouldn't have invited these guys in here without first telling her. Second, he was still a jerk, but, she hated to admit it, her pussy was wet, she was a slut, and fucking these guys would surely get her off. 

But this time, Harold took the conversation over. "Look, Teach, Mrs. Huffman, I called them when you were in the bathroom washing up after we finished fucking and told them to come on over to meet you. I left the door open for them. These guys are my pals. If not for them, I would have flunked out the first week of school, but they been helping me a lot. I got them here so they could fuck you. C'mon, Mrs. Huffman, you know you can't wait to get some of this fresh meat."

Just before he began to speak, Harold had changed his position and was behind her now. His hands circled her body, one finger in her cunt another rubbed her clit. His other hand circled her tit and lightly pinched her hard nipple. She could feel his cock, hard again, touching the slit between the globes of her ass. Mrs. Huffman tried to ignore the feelings his hard cock engendered in her body, but she knew she would end up having to calm the raging heat in her wet cunt. Oh, she would give in and get gangbanged, she knew. Her cunt sort of dictated that decision, but her cunt would not be deciding about Harold apologizing for springing this on her as a surprise.

Harold seemed to be getting to the heart of his explanation. If she was going to salvage even a shred of dignity, she would have to be very cool, very collected. 

"To cut to the chase," he said. "They know all about your sluthood and everything. And I told them you'd for sure fuck them if they got here on time."

"He told us about the old church in the country and you and the guys there," said Earnest.

Harold didn't seem bothered by their interruptions. "Hey, Arnold," he said, "You tell her. You're the public speaker here."

Arnold looked at Mrs. Huffman. "I'm studying pre-law so I can be a lawyer or a politician. Anyways, allow me to continue with the explanation." Harold kept his hand near her cunt, the boys continued to stare hungrily at her tits and cunt and legs, and Arnold opened his mouth to go on with his explanation. "Anyway," he said, "A couple of months ago, he said that he would introduce you to us. He's been letting us meet a couple of his slut girl friends here, but he said you were the best slut."

"I guess he meant that as a compliment."

"Yes. yeah," Earnest couldn't contain himself. "He told us you were the greatest. All of us wanted to meet you. I want to shake your hand too." He took his hand away from his prick which he had been fondling and held the hand out to MaryJane. She shook it." 

These guys were polite. MaryJane stuck out her hand to the next guy, Seymour. They shook hands. If it weren't that she was naked and Harold, also naked, was behind her and had his hand at her cunt and one of these guys had his prick in his hand again and the other two had huge hard ons tenting their pants, this could have been a meeting at a ritzy backyard tea party with parasols and people holding their tea cups in hands with crooked pinky fingers. 

"Whether or not I have sex with someone or with a bunch of guys is up to me to decide. It isn't for you to say," she told Harold.

"Look, I'm just tryin' to do them a favor," Harold said.

"But you can't just make me do the favor for you." Mrs. Huffman felt to be in a weird situation here. Her cunt was alive and needy. And that isn't to mention that her clit, her tits, her thighs, her mouth, and her whole body weren't just as needy. Behind her, Harold's cock was situated just under the crack of her ass and his chin was against the back of her neck. His hands, of course, were playing with the inside of her thigh and with her clit. "You can't be the decider about who and when I fuck," she told him. 

"So far, when I got you to screwed my friends, you got off. You ain't never complained till now."

"I may be a slut, but that doesn't mean you can just use my being a slut to pay off debts."

"I don't pay off debts. I just try to do favors for my pals. You know, you're one of my pals too."

MaryJane Huffman had graduated college, she had taught for years. She was smart. Harold McCarthy had just finished high school, needed help from these guys to just make it through the freshman year at college, and never talked about anything but sex, but MaryJane Huffman never seemed able to win an argument with him, not even in her own mind. Maybe it was because the arguments were about sex.

God, her cunt could use another good fucking. So could her mouth. 

Harold nudged the back of her ear with is chin. "The sluts here are ok. But they need a lot of learning about how to be a good slut. When they suck my cock, or when I fuck them, they do alright. The boys here aren't getting the real good slut action that they'd get from you. After they fuck you, they'll be better fuckers forever. They'll learn from you, teach."

"Yes," Arnold said, "Oh, please, Mrs. Huffman."

"Yes, if you let us fuck you, we'll remember you all our lives." Seymour piped in with some enthusiasm.

"Oh, yeah, please, please," Earnest jumped up and down.

"Harold told us all about when you took on seven guys at some guy's house." Arnold looked at Mrs. Huffman with what she could only describe as total admiration. "We

would do it anyway you wanted."

Well, thought MaryJane, these guys have a good attitude about sluts. Her clit was swollen, her cunt wet and itching for sex. This might be fun, she thought. "Get undressed," she said. "And climb up here unto the bed." 

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From somewhere in the middle of the pile of four bodies, MaryJane Huffman extended her arm, caught hold of someone's stiff cock and pulled herself to it, taking it into her mouth and sucking away. Seymour, Arnold and Earnest were entangled with Mrs. Huffman on the bed. Legs here, arms there, pricks everywhere. Mrs. Huffman, one large cock in her mouth, another in her cunt, and another, she knew, nearby and easily available, was feeling sated, and, it wasn't the word she thought she would ever use to describe herself after a wild bout of sex, "exquisite". Yes, she was a slut.

Harold had forbidden them to sample her ass hole; that, he told them, was his exclusively. But she was pretty well satisfied without her nether region being fucked. She had taken their cum in her cunt and had swallowed their cum when they each had come in her mouth. They had cum at least three times each and she had come she didn't know how many times, although it was a lot. Right at this moment, they were resting. Harold McCarthy, still bare assed naked, was off to the side, sitting at his desk, from which place he had watched the activity. 

Mrs. Huffman released the cock from her mouth, raised her head from the tangled jumble of bodies on the bed and looked over at Harold. She felt a glob of cum, she didn't know from which of the guys, on her chin. She wiped it onto her forefinger, and sucked it into her mouth. 

"Ain't you the nasty one," said Harold.

Mrs. Huffman had no rejoinder ready. She had to agree. She was nasty. The mingled taste of cum from the three college student friends of Harold filled her mouth and lingered as aroma at the inside of her nose. Its tart, musky aftertaste delighted her senses.

It had been an amazingly good fuck!

She had been fucked while on her hands and knees. She had had her cunt filled while laying on her back. She had sucked cock while on her knees. Hard cocks had speared her cunt while her legs were spread and held high in the air. The boys had pleasured her cunt while her knees were folded and up against her ears. Pricks slammed into her while she was bouncing and while she was at rest. It had been a busy time. She had only two holes to use (her ass still forbidden to all but Harold), and there were three users (aka guys) a lot of quick changes and hand manipulation as well as creative repositioning had been necessary. 

The most amazing thing was how polite these college students had been. "Please," "Excuse me's," "Pardon me," "May I?" and "If you so please," had been forthcoming over and over. The polite-speak had made the sex happy and fun (as well as very hot). Really, being polite had been necessary for the good sex because of the guys with three cocks and she with only two available holes.

These guys could cum alright. And they could cum a lot. Her pussy was flooded to fullness with the sweet fluid which, even now, seeped from her cunt. She regarded the young men with some affection. She was a teacher, and these guys had been excellent students-----of fucking. They had paid attention when she instructed them on finer points of fucking. Most amazing, they listened, learned and APPLIED the lessons. And they not only applied the lessons, they improved and enhanced the techniques she had suggested. They had bettered her suggestions.

Mrs. Huffman was being fucked by Arnold when she stopped him for a moment. They were in the missionary position with Arnold on top of her and his six inch long, thick cock inside her cunt. He stopped his movement but kept his organ inside her. "You need to take better care of my erogenous zones," she told him. "When you do that, the experience of fucking becomes even better. I don't mean just before fucking, I mean during fucking," she told him She noticed that Seymour and Earnest were paying attention as she spoke to Arnold. She told them that her clit was the most important zone, but she added that there were others. She said that everywoman was different and liked stimulation at areas other than just her clit. She mentioned her tits. She said that if a guy wanted to do a good job, the guy needed to figure out or find the places where the girl he was fucking liked to have stimulated.

Arnold had been listening intently, but he had begun a slow movement of his prick inside her as she was talking, and she quieted her speech as he began to quicken the movement. 

As his cock continued its sawing in and out movement, she could feel, first, his body being used to stimulate hers. His stomach rubbed hers, his chest moved just enough against her breasts to make her nipples hard and pointed. And then, he began to explore. He dropped his hands to begin caressing the inside of her thighs. At first they had to adjust their legs slightly to allow his hands room to roam. After they did that, she felt his hands grip her thighs and then slide slowly from her knees to the crease where her thighs met her torso. His touch was electric. She gripped his back and held him tight, mewling and cooing her approval. She hadn't mentioned her ears, but somehow, Arnold had begun to use other parts of his body to explore other areas of her body that might react to heighten the intensity of her sex. His mouth happened on her ear and he began to nibble on her ear lobe. She knew not how, but the nibbling at her ear, inflamed her pussy. His hands on the insides of her thighs, his mouth on her ear and his prick in her cunt drove her to a different level and excitement and just a short time after he began the stimulation, she began to feel the familiar warm flow of shivering excitement expand out from her cunt and stomach to the rest of her body until she climaxed in an outpouring of cum in her cunt and shouts from her throat. "Yes, yeeeeeesssssssssssssss," she repeated over and over again as she felt his mouth on her ear, his hands on her thighs and his cock in her cunt. 

And then the surprise: Arnold had moved his prick out of her cunt and had signaled Earnest over. Earnest moved over next to Mrs. Huffman's hip. He put his hand over her hairy mound and pressed down. Seymour moved closer to her head and on the side opposite of Earnest's. Mrs. Huffman was now surrounded. She wondered what the guys were planning. Whatever, she was looking forward to finding it out.

Arnold separated her legs, but held them flat on the bed. Earnest put his hand over the hairy mound of her cunt. Seymour moved so that his cock was close to her head. Mrs. Huffman lay quietly and waited. She was finding out what they were planning.

"We will find your erogenous places," he told her. "Men," he told the other two guys, "let's seek them out. Earnest, you begin fucking. We will touch around her body until we get a reaction.

They went about the procedure. Well, she thought, maybe she would find out hot spots she didn't know about. They moved her on the bed so that Arnold held her legs in the air off the bed, her ass half on-half off of the bed. Earnest stood in front of Arnold and between her legs. He slipped his erect cock into her cunt and didn't move. While his stiff cock rested not moving in her cunt, Earnest moved his hands along the soft, round globes of her ass. Mrs. Huffman's legs resting on his shoulders, Arnold ran his hands down her calves and up the inside of her upper thighs. Seymour ran his hands up from her stomach to her breasts. 

Earnest began to move his cock in and out of her cunt slowly. Arnold's hands rested high up on her thighs as she whispered, "There, like that, yes," and he held her tight and then loose there. Earnest's hand ran up to the small of her back just above her ass while his other hand squeezed either side of her mound. Seymour pressed one hand down over her lower stomach, his other arm played with her breasts, rubbing her nipples and moving to hold her firm, round breasts gently. Earnest leaned his body forward and began kissing her lips, moving to kiss her ears and finally her neck. 

After a few seconds of this attention, MaryJane Huffman started to make her little sounds of pleasure.

Six hands, three bodies, and they were all over her sending sparks of electric fire through her. The guys began moving their hands and bodies and heads. In her pussy, Earnest began to move his cock faster. Arnold, meanwhile, insinuated his finger high into her cunt and found her G spot at the back of her clit had earlier told them it was located . Soon, Seymour entered his cock into her mouth and she began sucking. Within a minute, all three guys and Mrs. Huffman were in motion. Before too long they were sweating, all packed together and groaning and mewing and making sounds of pleasure. Sounds of "Oh my God, wow, wonderful, great, I love this, more, harder, Yes yes yes," filled the room. Suddenly Mrs. Huffman shouted out, "Harder, Quicker, Please. Harder, More, Yes/ I am cuming, cuming, cuming. As she came. Earnest shot his load of sperm deep into her cunt. Seymour ejaculated into her mouth and she swallowed his deposit down her throat. 

When they were through with their cumming, they rested. 

After a short while, Harold moved off of the chair he had been sitting on watching the guys fucking Mrs Huffman, and went over to the bed. He told the guys that their time was over and asked them to leave. After thanking Mrs. Huffman, they left.

She was tired. Being a slut was sometimes hard work. 

"That was good," said Mrs. Huffman. Although she had cum many times and her cunt and mouth had been fully used, she realized that she was a total slut and that she needed more. "I suppose you want to fuck my ass now," she added.

"I suppose you want me to fuck your ass," he said. 

Mrs. Huffman had so far been fucked in the ass only by Harold. He had broken her in for anal before he left for college, and she sort of kept her ass for him only because.....she didn't know exactly why. But she did know that his long thin cock and KY made ass fucking a new and wonderful slut experience for her. She had to agree, she wanted his cock in the dark hole of her ass. 

She smiled, got up on her hands and knees and offered him her ass. He climbed up onto the bed, deposited a dab of KY onto the tip of his cock and unto the little bud at the entrance of her ass and then slipped his cock into the dank tunnel of her backside. He fucked her with enthusiasm while she rubbed her clit. Both Harold and MaryJane were sweating, grunting, pushing and moving. Semen from the earlier fucking of her cunt leaked out onto the bed which was a mess by now. The room smelled of sex, sweat and cum. It smelled like heaven to MaryJane. It smelled normal to Harold. Finally, he unloaded another deposit into her, this time her ass hole. She rubbed her clit, felt her ass being flooded with his cum and finally came also. They lay there exhausted.

"You like me to get some other people here for some more action?" Harold asked.

"No," she replied, "I'm pretty well satisfied with the sex. I think it'll keep me for a while."




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 09



He sat up against the headboard and stretched his legs out in front of him, his hands folded behind his head. She looked down at his groin and out of habit moved her head over and sucked his cock clean. 

"Tell me," Mrs. Huffman said to Harold, "Did you tell those guys how to fuck? They sure seemed to know what they were doing."

He thought for a moment, "Nah, not really. I just let them watch and pick up what they can. Plus, you taught them a whole bunch while they fucked you."

"Why don't you tell them what to do?" she asked. 

"Truth is," ne said, "I don't really know what to do, I just do it. I just told them not to wash olf cum off before they came over. All I know, sluts seem to enjoy the smell of old smelly cum."

He was the best at fucking that she knew. An idiot savant, she thought? 

They just rested. 

After a while, she said that she would be getting dressed and going home. "You should really have told me you were going to invite the guys in. It isn't right to do that without asking first."

"You didn't ask me first before you came over. And, besides, you ain't got no complaint. You must have cum twenty times."

"Maybe more," she said. "I have an other question for you."

"Yes?"

"You provide women to guys to fuck. That's awful close to being a pimp?"

"I provide sluts to guys for them to fuck. I provide guys to fuck them to sluts. It works out for everyone. Pimps take money from the whores. You are a slut, not a whore. I ever take money from you?"

MaryJane Huffman thought about it for a while. "Well, you get the guys doing school work for you."

"Yes. So? You get the guys satisfying your cunt. You know, Mrs. Huffman, Teach, you ain't never yet complained after a fucking with me, just you complain before. Why did you come over here if you thought I was going to take advantage, pimp you out?"

"I wanted some good sex."

"And you got good sex! And I didn't pimp you, I got you some guys to make you feel satisfied, to fill your cunt, to take care of your itch. And I got the guys a good fuck where they learned how to fuck better. It's a win win situation."

"What do you get out of the situation?"

"First of all, I get a piece of your ass. Like the guys told you, you are the best piece of ass. Second, I get contacts. Arnold, Seymour and Earnest, they'll do anything for me. And you know what, when we finish college, they'll be part of my team. The guys, me, we been thinking of maybe going into the movie business. I got plans. "

Mrs. Huffman climbed down from the bed.

"Hey, don't you want to fuck more?" he asked.

"No, I really need to get back home." Mrs. Huffman intended to return to Holy Mother of God High School and continue her teaching career. If she could keep from getting involved with those testosterone filled senior boys, she would be fine there.

"You gonna come back here?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. Depends."

"You'll be back."

"Maybe."

"You ever think about getting it on with other ladies, other sluts?"

"Why, is that one of your plans for me?"

"I got no plans. I wait and go with the flow. You ever think about what I said about making movies?"

"I have and I will not!" She was gathering her clothing and started to get dressed. Mrs. Huffman needed to clean up, but she figured she could do that at home. She found her shoes behind his stereo and began to put them on.

"Hey, next time you come here, be wearing some fuck me stilletos."

"You're not going to tell me how to dress," she said. She thought, though, that high heels would make her calves look a bit better. They would lengthen the look of her curvy thighs. 

Dressed, finished, MaryJane Huffman got ready to leave.

"See you," said Harold.

"Maybe," she said and left the room.

Harold smiled as the door closed behind her. He had waited nearly two years for her to get ready to fuck him and his friends at Holy Mother of God High. She was a slut. She'd be back, and he'd have some things planned for her then.

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The End of this chapter, maybe of this story. Maybe.

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 10



From your humble author: I know I said this before, but this is probably the final chapter of the saga of Mrs. Huffman, slut and teacher at Holy Mother of God High School:





The ring tone from Mrs. Huffman's cell phone filled the room. It was a song from the musical, Oklahoma, "I Cain't Say No." The song was supposed to be an ironic reminder for Mrs. Huffman, English teacher at Our Lady of God High School, a reminder that she should be able to say "no" when she needed to, like, for instance, now. 

Mrs. Huffman looked at the caller I.D. Damn, it was Harold McCarthy. She didn't really want to speak with him right at the moment. She was busy. It was Friday night, the end of the semester, and she had to get the grades in by Monday. If she started the grading tonight, she'd probably be finished by Saturday. 

Ado Annie's plaintive song faded out, "How Can I be what I ain't. I can't say no." Unlike Ado Annie, Mrs. Huffman, MaryJane Huffman, was capable of saying 'No.' Well, at least she was able to forego picking the phone up. This time! 

One minute later, the ring tone began again. Once more, Mrs. Huffman managed not to pick it up. Maybe he'd think she wasn't home or that she was with somebody, or that she was .....or, yeah, that she had won the lottery and was now in Tahiti.

The ring tone started up again. 

"Hey, I'm downstairs. Buzz me in, so I can come up," Harold said as soon as MaryJane finally picked up.

Fuck, he must be home from college. She didn't want to see him right now. He was uncouth, unbearable, and unpleasant, but, no matter what his personality and personal hygiene, every time she was with him her pussy began to get wet, her clit began to swell, her nipples began to get hard, and her mind began to dwell on thoughts of hot sex. That was the good part.

The bad part was that Harold tended to take a lot more space and time than what she was prepared to give. He also enjoyed surprises: She fucked him and the next thing she was giving hand jobs to two of her former students in the back seat of her car. Or, she fucked him and the next thing she knew three nerds had joined in despoiling her all too willing cunt and mouth. 

MaryJane Huffman was a slut. It had been Harold McCarthy who helped her learn and acknowledge her sluthood. But that didn't mean she had to fuck him anytime he wanted, or, for that matter, anytime she wanted.

"Hey, hey, you asleep? What's up? Buzz me in."

She had waited too long to think up an excuse not to let him in. "Hi, Harold. Hey, I'm busy. Can't see you right now." Mrs. Huffman knew that she shouldn't be excusing herself or explaining herself to Harold. He never listened to anything she said. Worse, when he did hear something she said, he argued with her, and she still had never won an argument with him.

"You gonna buzz me in or not?"

"I'm busy. Call me tomorrow. Or Sunday."

"Can't do that. Come on, buzz me in. My cock wants to fuck you."

At the mention of his cock, her cunt began oozing its juice and her clit began to swell. She tried again. "Please Harold. Please. I have work to do." The "please" was probably a mistake.

"Just buzz me in. I won't stay long."

"Please."

"Do you want to get fucked or don't you?" he asked.

She thought about her answer for, it must have been, 30 seconds. "Not right now. Not now, please. I'm busy."

"You get any lately?"

MaryJane Huffman had not been getting any lately, as a matter of fact. "It's none of your business," she said. The last time she had been fucked was two months ago when she had visited him at his campus dorm and she had had sex with Harold and with three of his nerdy college friends.

"Fuck. I got a hard on and you say it ain't none of my business."

The mention of his hard on served to get her pussy even more moist than it had been. She could imagine his hand deep in his pocket, holding that erect cock in his hand. "Harold, I really am very busy with getting grades in and everything."

"You don't want to let me in, ok, I'll leave. I'm going to my car now. I'll go home and jack off. This hard cock of mine needs to get off."

At the mention of his hard cock, her clit began to tingle. "You're all alone, right?" she asked. She thought it prudent to ask. Harold delighted in surprising her with his friends.

"Just me and my seven- and-a-half inch very good friend, Dick." 

She wished she could trust the bastard. She was so hard up. If it could talk, her pussy would be crying for his cock. As it was, her cunt could signal its need only with a maddening tingle and an outpouring of wetness.

"Forget it," said Harold. "I'm in my car. If you want to see me and my friend dick, call me." He hung up.

Looking out of her window, MaryJane was able to see his car, a six year old red clunker, backing out of its parking spot. She looked back at the school work still piled on her desk. She looked again at the parking lot and saw his car backing dangerously close to the van parked behind him. Her cunt's tingle messaging increased. Shit! Mrs. Huffman hit the speed dial on her phone. Watching, she saw the brake lights on his car come on. Her nipples grew hard. Her faced flushed. Wasn't she a slut?

She was standing at the door to let him in as soon as he knocked.

"Ready to do some screwin,'?" were his first words as he entered her apartment.

She said nothing, just took hold of his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Her body was so ready, too ready for some screwin'.

In the bedroom, he pulled her t shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was busily unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down past his hips. He was undoing the knot of the tie on her workout pants. She lifted his shirt over his head. He pulled her panties down past her knees. She pulled his boxers down past his knees. Both of them stepped out of their underwear. She checked out his rampant cock. He checked out her bush covered cunt. Her hands flew to grip his soft ass. His hands rushed to grab her round ass. His cock touched her slit. Her cunt lips opened to allow his cock entrance. Oh, were they ready for some screwin'.

They disengaged and she led him to the bed where they immediately reengaged, his cock in her cunt, his hands on her ass, her hands around his waist. Her face pressed against his neck. His face buried itself against her scalp. Her tongue flicked out and licked the sweat from his scrawny chest, his big toe insinuated itself between her big and fourth toes. Their hips quickly found a rhythm and they were fully engaged in hard screwing before either said a word. They fucked for maybe 15 minutes, only his grunts and her mewls breaking the quiet fucking, until she shuddered, shook, yelped and came. Good old Harold, he slipped his cock from her cunt, turned her over, and reentered her cunt, this time from behind her. His prick deep in her cunt, he moved his finger in tiny circles against her clit and resumed pleasuring his former high school teacher. He had been a terrible student in her class, but he was an A+ fucker in her bed.

Mrs. Huffman lost herself in the luxurious feelings that spread from her cunt through her whole body. The sensation of arousal that signaled an imminent orgasm made her lose awareness of anything but the tumultuous wave of feeling that saturated every inch of her being. She began a series of low growls and purrs. 

Harold's face was buried in the hair at the back of her neck. Mrs. Huffman was barely able to hear his whispering voice as he murmured comments to her while his hips propelled his cock into her soaked cunt and his finger massaged her swollen clitoris. 

"I got plans," he whispered as he fucked. "My buddies, Earnest, Seymour and Arnold and me are going to start a movie business, making porn movies." His voice filtered through the mewling sounds of MaryJane Huffman's pleasure purr. "We're going to call our first movie, "The Reaming of the Nerds," and the guys want you to be the star of the movie" 

Mrs. Huffman continued her growling noises of pleasure as he continued his relentless ravishment of her cunt and clit. "You'll be a teacher of ten nerds," he whispered, "and you'll teach them about fucking and sucking. We'll even have a scene where each of them gets a chance to fuck you in the ass one after the other. We'll have a scene when you grade them on their fucking, making them do homework on your cunt and ass if they don't get an A. We'll have a scene where you lick their cum off their cocks and your face and the bed with your tongue every time any of the nerds get an A." 

Mrs. Huffman was getting closer to her orgasm. The sounds of pleasure she continued to send out filled the room.

"Hey," Harold said, "are you listening to me?" He didn't stop his fucking, "Do you hear what I'm tellin' you?"

"Yeah, yeah," she answered, "But just keep on fucking me. Don't stop. I'm going to cum"

"What'd I just tell you?" he demanded.

"You asked if I was listening."

"No, before that."

Something about a movie about fucking me in the ass or something. Something like that. I don't know. But don't stop your fucking. Oh, your cock has got my cunt ready to explode."

"You wasn't listenin' to what I was tellin' you," Harold challenged her as he continued the in and out movement of his prick past the lips of her soaking wet cunt and as he continued his soft massaging of her clit.

"Shut up," she shouted, "and just keep on your fucking, it feels so goooooood." She added, "Shut up! I'm about to cum!"

He started to say something more but stopped when Mrs. Huffman started a series of shouts, "Yes, yes, yes, Fuck, fuck fuck, yes. fuck and yes. Yes and fuck. Oh, Ah, Ah, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Her body began to shake. Her tits were super sensitive. She came!!!!!!!!

Her body released itself of every bit of tension and she lay there, loose. Easy. Sated.

Harold rolled off of her. He sat up and looked down at her relaxed frame. 

Happy.

"That was goooooooood!" she said.

Harold's cock was still iron-hard. He estimated that she would be ready for more fucking in a few seconds. She had been lying flat on the bed, her arms and legs spread out. Harold helped Mrs. Huffman to lift her body into position for more fucking. Stll face down, but this time her ass was lifted, supported by her knees. Her forehead was down on the bed and her back lifted, held up by her extended hands. Boy, it was easy to move and fold her body into a new position after she came. She was so loose. "Ok?" he asked her.

"I'm good," she said. "I needed that fucking so much." She breathed in deeply. "Do me again," she asked.

Harold moved behind her. Her wet, hairy cunt and her round hard ass were on display. Man, she had the sweetest round ass. He slowly slipped his hard cock into her cunt, again from behind. 

She exhaled a loud ahhhhhhhhhh of pleasure in reaction to the entrance of his long cock into her hole.

"You like little Dick?"

"No talk. Just fuck me," she said.

"Little Dick likes little miss Hairy Cunt."

"No more talking. Fuck me."

"Little miss Hairy Cunt feels so tight."

"Quit talking. Fuck me!"

His knees folded on the bed behind her pressed between her legs. He leaned over her raised back and angled his cock so it would press up with his every thrust. 

MaryJane Huffman half closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply. When he fucked her this way, his cock hit her G spot every time he pushed forward. It was nectar for her cunt. A central question for Mrs. Huffman was why this unpleasant guy was such a good fucker but such a bad companion. He wouldn't shut up!

"You know that big chair in your living room? I got an idea. You lay your legs over the arms of the chair, spread your legs wide that way and open to show that pink slut cunt of yours wet and ready."

"No more talking. Harold. Just fuck me!"

He continued his in and out thrusts of pleasure to her cunt. But he didn't stop talking. "I'd finger your pussy and watch it drip juice into my mouth. You could use your dildo in your cunt and I'd let your juice fall into my mouth. I'd fill my mouth with your juice and then kiss you and let you taste your pussy juice from my mouth."

She didn't need his talk when his prick moved up and forwards and smacked against her G spot with its every thrust. She uttered a short "oou" every time the head of his cock hit the spot. "Please," she said, "just fuck me, no more talk. Please." She rubbed her finger against the hood of her clit while he hit the back of her clit with his cock from inside her cunt. It was incredible. Why didn't he stop talking?

"I'd suck that dirty cunt of yours dry. I'd twist my tongue under the hood and smooth your silky clit over and over."

"Oh, don't talk, just fuck me. FUCK ME." She came and came again and again. Fuck, he fucked good. Her knees slid back and she collapsed under him, once again flat on the bed. Jeez, it was Harold's cock hitting her G spot that made her glad she was a slut. She wriggled her way out from under Harold and turned over to lay on her back. Harold turned over too and lay down next to her. They both looked up at the ceiling. 

"That crack over there," he pointed to a spot on the ceiling near the light fixture, "If you sorta squint your eyes, it looks like two people fucking."

Harold was great for having sex with. No doubt about it. But he was absolutely a failure as a conversationalist. She said nothing. The crack on the ceiling looked like a crack on the ceiling to her. They continued to rest. 

Harold was silent. Excepting the two people having sex on the ceiling, he had apparently run out of topics to discuss. 

Mrs. Huffman let her fingers trail idly down towards Harold's groin area. Seemingly by accident, she allowed her hand to advance towards his penis. Seconds later, as if by fortuitous happenstance, her fingers closed onto his cock. 

It didn't take very long for Harold's semi hard cock to become totally hard. She loved that cock. She loved how she could control it, get it hard, get it fucking her.

Mrs. Huffman loosened her grip on his tumescent organ and began sliding her hand slowly up and down its shaft. Tenderly, she gripped it tightly and then loosely, loosely and then tightly. She glanced downward again. It was haughty, magisterial, proud. 

What was a poor slut to do? She shifted her position on the bed, moved downward and took his rock-hard tool into her salivating mouth. She carefully rubbed his shaft with her tongue, swirled the tongue around the shaft and, using her tongue, pushed the shaft hard against the top of her mouth. She pursed her lips tight around the shaft of his cock and flushed her cheeks inward and puffed them outwards and repeated the move over and over. She bobbed her head down and up and up and down., all the while salivating over the shaft and head of his cock. 

He began to groan, "Mrs. Huffman, you are the best cock sucker in this whole wide world. Oh, ah, oh." 

She went on bathing his cock in her saliva, swishing her tongue around his cock head, vacuuming her cheeks tight against his long cock. She savored the taste of his slimey cock. She inhaled deeply the sour aroma of his groin. Before he could cum, though, Mrs. Huffman stopped her sucking of his cock and looked up. "I want to do some more fucking," she said.

"You were really doing good sucking me," Harold complained, but he pulled MaryJane by the ankles, putting her ass at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and hanging down towards the floor. He stepped between her legs and slipped his long-very-hard cock past the swollen lips of her cunt and deep into the hot moistness of her pink vagina. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YESSSS," Mrs, Huffman sang as he pummeled her cunt. She loved this position. It allowed the head of his cock, guided by the upward pressure of his cock shaft to hit her G spot with ease and with power at his every thrust. She felt a solid bing as it hit the g spot and a bang as it struck again and a BINGO when the confluence of her finger on her clit, his cock head on her g spot and his shaft against her vagina wall made her cum sharply. Over and over again, bang, bing, bingo, she came and came and came. BANG. BING. B I N GOOOOO. 

As she was experiencing her continuous orgasms, Harold was speaking. "Next time you come up to the campus, I'm gonna have my glory hole box ready." 

"Bang, bing, bingo," she squealed. He was saying something about glory or something. His hair was greasy. His face was a pimply disaster, his conversation vapid. But Harold could certainly fuck.

He continued to slam his cock into her cunt and he continued to speak."One of my engineering student friends is building it for me. I got one of my slut coeds to fuck him. As a return favor, he's building this glory hole with moving slots to give the person inside room to maneuver her mouth, her cunt and her ass easily. A slut inside the glory hole would even be able to sit on a cock while sucking another. It would be cutting edge. He said it would be the hottest glory hole in the U.S.A."

"Oh God, Oh gosh, Oh Bingoooooooo," Mrs. Huffman's voice rang out while Harold didn't ease up his fucking.

"You are gonna have to try the glory hole out, you hear?"

It was impossible to tell if Mrs. Huffman was paying any attention at all to what he was saying. 

"I got one fraternity wanting to try the glory hole out. You'd be the perfect slut to work it inside."

"Oh fuck, fuck me more," she screamed, "Bang, Bing, Bingoooooooooo," as he hit her g spot with every thrust of his cock into her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, yes......" It was impossible for Harold to tell if she was agreeing to his plan or just reacting to his fucking.

"You hear what I said?"

MaryJane Huffman just stared upward with a glazed look in her eyes. "What?" she said.

"I was sayin'," he said, "that I got plans for you. I got movies, glory holes, gang bangs, slutty positions, dirty games, lots more planned for you. You are my favorite slut and you got a lot of slut fucking to do."

"Oh, oh, bang, boom and bing," she continued to yell as his cock continued to pound her cunt and as her orgasms followed one after the other without stop. 

"You ever think about maybe I get you a collar to wear when you visit me in my room? I could attach a leash to the collar. You'd be like a slut slave or something."

What was he talking about? Oh, but his cock had a brain of its own. "Keep it up," she said. "Fuck me," she said. "Harder," she said.

His cock continued its pounding of her cunt. Sweat poured off his forehead and onto her body. A finger approached the nub of her sphincter muscle and pressed against it. She welcomed the finger. Soon, she knew, he would be fucking her ass. In the meanwhile, she continued to cum and cum. She had really needed this fucking, she realized. It had been more than two months, nine weeks, sixty days since she had enjoyed being fucked. This slut needed this cock in this cunt. Her dildo, her vibrator, even both together didn't do for her what Harold's cock did. The vibrator, dildo and her fingers working together didn't do what he did...... If only he would shut up.

Harold slid his cock out of her grasping, wet cunt. He grabbed her at the hips and turned her over. He pressed his cock against the pink bud entrance to her ass. He didn't pull out the KY he normally used before entering her ass, relying instead on the juice from her sopping wet cunt to facilitate an easy entrance to her ass. It hurt for a second as he invaded her nether hole, but her ass and her sphincter accommodated themselves quickly, and she sighed as he entered and began moving inside her with his magnificent cock.

"You like?" he asked.

"I like," she replied.

"You know," he said as he continued to fuck her ass, "You don't never listen to anything I say."

"Look, just fuck me. What do I have to listen to you say?" she replied.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 10



"Like I got some good ideas. I could arrange a gangbang with like ten guys from the soccer team at school, or the basketball team, or even the football team. I bet I could get a gangbang for you with the cheer leader girls."

"Been there, did that," MaryJane answered, "At Leroy and Marquise's house. Remember? Well, maybe not the cheer leaders."

He continued to plug away into her tight ass hole. "What about the glory hole?"

"What glory hole?" she muttered. "Look, just keep fucking me." God, it was tough finding a suitable fuck here in this small town while she taught at Holy Mother of God High. 

Mrs. Huffman wondered whether to tell Harold that she was considering a move to a larger city and more opportunities for sex partners there. Being a slut in a big city was a lot easier than being a slut in a small town. 

No, why share that information? Glory hole?

She was such a great FUCK. Harold looked down at Mrs. Huffman. He remembered when he first stuck his cock into her cunt. Jeez, her tight cunt. She was such an enthusiastic slut. Fuck, she had the greatest ass, round, firm, fully packed. And she gave head like nobody else. He had plans for her! Her slutness was too good to go unused.

He went right on sliding his cock in and out of her tight ass. She was even tighter without his using KY. "Mrs. Huffman," he said, "I got some great ideas, if you'd listen. What you think I make you like a "slut in residence at school. Like we got Artists in residence at the theatre school and the art department. You could do whole classes at a time. We could like in a lab, bring in a bed and everybody would circle around. Maybe we could do a class with only guys with big cocks. Or how about a class with only girls, just you and Lesbos sucking and fingering each other. He looked down at her. He couldn't tell if she was listening to anything that he said. "You listening to me?"

"What?....Just keep fucking. Your cock feels soooooo good."

"You don't never pay no attention to nothing that I say," he complained. "You always give me trouble like I got to argue with you and beg to even get into your condo."

"No I don't."

"See?" Ah, so what if she didn't listen to him. Next time he'd spring a nice surprise on her. A gangbang or maybe a visit to a fraternity. Maybe a sorority. He had contacts at sororities too. Maybe a fuckfest at a biker bar. He had ideas! He shoved his cock deep as he could go into her ass. 

Finally, he shot his load into the dark hole. He plopped his cock out of her squishy back side. He held his position as Mrs. Huffman reversed her position on the bed, preparing to take his cock into her mouth.

She opened her mouth and sucked his cock in. It was good getting fucked. She was truly a slut. But, she thought, she was not his slut.

THE END.

Thank you to every one, all you kind readers who have followed Mrs. Huffman's adventures and have voted or commented. At the moment, your faithful author has not decided whether there will be any more episodes to this story. He is thinking seriously about some other story ideas he would like to work on. Your humble author will consider any suggestions readers put forth concerning Mrs. Huffman and Harold. 

ILienBagby



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 11



Dear reader: As you read, please consider who won, Mrs. Huffman or Harold.

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MARYJANE HUFFMAN turned on the television: Nothing but reruns of Law and Order. She shut off the television set . She got out the vacuum; no, she didn't really want to clean the apartment. She put it back. She slipped her hand past the elastic of her panties and began to diddle there. Better. Much better. Good. Except for Harold. 

Him!!!

Harold McCarthy, he called her cell phone an hour ago, how had he found her?. She was busy .She didn't have the time to speak with him. She did not want to see him. Maybe her cunt wanted to see him, but she definitely did not. . She was busy packing and doing all those other things a person needed to do before going on a trip, cancelling the newspaper, stopping the mail. . She needed to shop for new clothes. She needed to check with the airline. She had to make sure that she had packed everything she needed to pack. She wanted to just lay down, close her eyes and dream about how she was going to be a super-sexy slut, how she'd get herself fucked and fucked good over and over during her vacation. 

But now Harold McCarthy was here. He said he was coming to her apartment. He was probably here by now. Fucking Harold. 

She wanted to be alone, to just lay down and fantasize, diddle herself. Harold was real. The guys in her fantasies always smelled good. Harold? Maybe if he'd once in a while rinse off the dried pussy juice and cum from his privates. No, he wouldn't smell good even then. 

The voice mail clicked on. She heard his voice "Hey Mrs. Huffman, come on, pick up will you? I know you're there."

She was not going to pick up! She could feel the moisture beginning to flow deep within the pink folds of her cunt. But she was not going to pick up. Definitely. Not. He was crazy, he was obsessed. He had some crazy idea that he could make her a perfect slut. Okay, she was a slut. He had helped her discover that facet of her personality. He had fucked her. Fucked her plenty. And she had liked it. Fuck, she had loved it. But this perfect slut idea of his was just too fucked up. 

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HAROLD McCARTHY sat in his car parked downstairs from her apartment. . He saw her car, so he knew she was home. But, like always, she was being a bitch, refusing to pick up. Man, he could have been eating out his volleyball player friend from school. Now, there was a great piece of ass! Lovely thighs, big, sweet and smooth, clean shaven, and with a lot of muscle, but with just enough fat for him to be able to grip tight while he sunk his face deep into her sweaty cunt. He loved it down there, especially her musky smell after a hard practice.. He loved how she squeezed his ears against his head with those legs of hers, held the top of his head down with her hands, groaned and groaned and yelled until she came. But he was here and right now she had probably just finished a nice sweaty practice and was back in her dorm room probably getting eaten out by one of her volleyball teammates. 

And all he could do was to sit in his car and wait for Mrs. Huffman to pick up her phone.

The only reason he was there was because he felt sorry for Mrs. Huffman, his old teacher. He was sure she was missing him fucking her. Well, he was also there because he was a connoisseur of slut and Mrs. Huffman was a total slut. Connoisseur wasn't a word in Harold's vocabulary. In his words, "if he smelled a slut's cunt, his cock got hard." And the thing was, he knew that he could help her become the perfect slut. It was like she had taught the class about the knights of olden times. They went on quests. That was what he was here for. He was on his quest to make the perfect slut. 

Well, he was also there because, let's face it, Mrs. Huffman had the sweetest ass this side of anywhere. And, for sure, he was there because he remembered how every time he slipped his erect penis into her warm, wet cunt, she gripped him tight and her hips would piston up and down in a wild drive that would lead to both of them coming and coming and coming. 

He figured she was such a slut because he did such a good job in teaching her the ins and outs of being a slut.

#### The phone clicked on again. His stupid voice came on. She could feel that warm moisture begin to coat the pink insides of her home hole. 

How in the hell had Harold managed to get her telephone number anyhow? How in the world had he managed to discover where she lived? She didn't need his cock, not anymore. If he came up into her apartment, he would monopolize her time. She wouldn't be able to get anything done. She was busy. She'd be fucking soon, when she went on vacation. She didn't need him now. He was stupid, nasty, a pain. He was crude. He was disrespectful. Oh, he could fuck. But!

Damn him, damn him, damn him. Shit, shit, shit!

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Harold McCarthy thought to himself that maybe he ought to just leave, go, show her once and for all that she couldn't be so insulting, so mean to him all the time. Ah, but he told himself, he was just too good a guy. He was too nice. He felt sorry for Mrs. Huffman, his former teacher, her, with that perfect ass. He knew she needed what he was there to give her, a good fucking, and another lesson on how to be a perfect slut. 

She always resisted him, but, when they did get it on, she always got off. Soon they would be making the beast with two backs. She had taught him about that beast....it was from Shakespeare or somewhere. 

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Harold McCarthy was the bane of her existence. She hated him! Him, his pimply face, his scrawny body, his greasy hair, his long smelly cock. Why didn't he stop calling her?

Harold was the guy who had turned her out, awakened her to the fact that she was a slut. That had been three years ago, while he had been a student in the English class she taught at Holy Mother of God High School. 

She had sucked his cock behind a dumpster, participated in a gang bangs he had set up, fucked his friends at his college dorm. She had jacked off two of his high school mates in the back seat of her car while he watched and critiqued her technique. She had fucked him in the back seat of the same car, in her apartment, on the floor, against the door, in her chair, on the stair. He had sucked her cunt, His had been the only cock, so far, to have fucked her ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

. How had he found her? MaryJane Huffman had moved from Dover Falls to here, Beaver Hills, 400 miles away. She was now teaching at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings High, an all girls high school. No testosterone sweating young men staring at her all day, driving her crazy. Here, At Our Lady, the polished wooden chair seats in each classroom were warmed by the sweet and innocent fat bottoms of the plaid skirted girls with shiny clean faces. No problems for Mrs. Huffman there.

At Holy Mother, those boys in their military uniforms were not sweet and innocent. Their testosterone saturated the atmosphere of every classroom. It was a very stressful place for a slut like Mrs. Huffman to be working at. But, apart from a constantly wet cunt, she had her slutness under control, most of the time. 

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He almost felt sorry for her when he first saw her in front of his class at Holy Mother. She was wearing a tight grey, checked skirt and a white blouse. The blouse was tight too, just enough so if a guy looked hard, he could see her tits encased in her bra pressing against the blouse. Harry had noticed it right away, how she tried both to show and not to show off her body at the same time. Good luck, that round ass was too perfect not to be obvious. It couldn't be called a bubble ass, though. Her ass was maybe half of an inch under the size that would have made it a bubble ass. She'd walk between the desks as she lectured and it took every ounce of Harold's will power to keep him from running his hands up and down that smooth curve of her lovely ass. He loved to watch as Mrs. Huffman walked to the blackboard, obviously uncomfortable turning her back to the room full of sex starved boys dressed in the school's military uniforms. She tried to stand straight, Harold saw how she pulled in her stomach in an effort to keep her ass from showing too much curve as she wrote on the black board. 

Yeah, Harold McCarthy had seen the slut just waiting to break out of Mrs. Huffman, the proper teacher. It would happen, he knew that the very first day he had seen her. He would be patient. It would happen. And, of course, it did. But that was long ago.  

And now, he was getting impatient. 

"Pick up, Mrs. Huffman, come on. Please." She always did it. He always complained to her, but she did it still, made him wait, made him beg.

Harold had appointed himself her slut-instructor. Before he had begun fucking her, she didn't know squat about being a slut. If not for Harold, she'd still be walking around her classroom in those clothes, just a tiny bit too tight on her and sweating her smelly cunt juice all over the room while the students were busy, each in his own way, trying to hide his erection. But Harold had shown her how to own up to being a slut, how to get fucked, how to fuck back, and how to enjoy every second of her debauchery. 

Today, he was going to help her again, give her another lesson on becoming a perfect slut.

He reached down to feel between his legs. His prick was hard, good and hard.

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She pushed wildly at the buttons on the phone, but couldn't get the voice mail shut; Instead, she must have pushed the speak button accidentally; she heard his raspy breathing. "Goddamn it, Harold, why are you calling? What do you want? How did you find out where I lived?" .

"See, I knew you were there. It's about time you picked up," his whiney voice, now on the speakerphone.

"How did you find out where I lived?" she asked him. 

Goddamn him. She hated him. He nagged and nagged. He was ugly, stupid, a pain in the neck. But the worst thing was, he always did it to her, got her nipples hard against the fabric of her t-shirt, got her clit to swell, her cunt to grow wet with pussy juice. It was her memories of the times when his cock slid in and out of her pussy, his groin pounded against hers, that did this to her. He was dirty, once her student, and sex with him was dirty. She recalled the feel of his long, thin cock in her cunt where it always managed to keep her g spot eager and excited. 

"What do you want?"

"Hey, I don't want nothing. I just wanna talk with you. We ain't talked in a long time."

"Well, I don't want to speak with you," Mrs. Huffman replied, "I don't have the time. I am busy." She didn't know why she was resisting him. She knew that he would eventually wear her down. She was aware that she would end up inviting him up to her apartment. She knew for sure that she would finally end up in bed with him, her legs spread, his cock slamming into her and she coming and coming and coming.

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"I really am busy. I mean it, no lie."

"Look, I'm right here. I'm in my car. Let me come up. I only want to talk with you for a little while." 

"Just talk?" Mrs. Huffman felt her cunt lips, moist now, begin to open.

"C'mon, Mrs. Huffman, you know you was my favorite teacher."

MaryJane knew that if she didn't shut this conversation off RIGHT NOW, she would soon be fucked, literally as well as metaphorically. "Were," she said.

"What......come on, let me in."

"Were, not you was. Tell me how you found out where I lived."

"I'll tell you, first let me in."

"First tell me."

"You know, you want to be seeing me. You know!"

Godddamn that son of a bitch. She did not want to see him. She did not want to talk with him. What she wanted was to be fucked by his cock! Was there a way that she could be fucked by him without his being here in her apartment with her? She wished.. 

"I told you, I don't have the time. I'm going away tomorrow." It was really the day after tomorrow, but, if she told him tomorrow, maybe he'd go away. At least, she would be able to rush him out of the apartment after she did let him in.

"Where you goin'?"

"That's none of your business. Now tell me, how did you find out where I lived?"

"I'll tell you. Let me in, and I'll tell you as soon as I walk in the door."

"No way Jose! Tell me." He could fuck her to orgasm after orgasm alright, but she was not going to give in to him. He had no right to just show up and demand to be let in. She was not his fuck-slut. 

"When you was my teacher, I always thought you was the hottest woman I ever seen. Those tight skirts. Those tight blouses. Your long legs. Your beautiful ass."

"Tell me." She wasn't going to let him to change the subject.

"I remember the first time I knew I'd be fucking you."

"What?" 

"The second day you taught our class. You dropped the chalk you were holding and bent over to pick it up. I could see the curve of your ass. I could see the shape of your legs pressed against your skirt Those tight buns in that tight skirt. I used to live for when you turned around to write on the board."

"Stop, stop, go away. I do not wish to speak with you, Harold."

"Don't cha want to know how I got your address?"

She had forgotten all about asking him how he had learned of her address. . How could she remember when all she could think about was her itching clit, her wet cunt? 

"Tell me," Mrs. Huffman said finally. He was always doing this, showing up and getting her to let him fuck her. 

"Let me up. I'll tell you." He said again.

"Why do you want to come up here? I don't have the time, I'm very busy. Just go. Go away. Please." He was disgusting. He picked his nose and just flicked the boogers away. He had once just wiped the booger off his finger onto the underside of her pillow. He didn't even care that she had seen it. 

His cock wasn't even that big.. It was long. Its head was a bright purplish color. It wasn't very thick, but It was big enough. It stayed hard for a long time. It was pliable even when it was hard. His ball sac was soft and round. His scrotum was hairy.------But she didn't want to think about his cock! 

"What are you afraid of? I'm your friend, ain't I? I just want to see you. I just want to talk a little. I'll tell you how I got your address."

Talk to her, Oh yes. He would just come up, enter her apartment, tell her how he had found out where she lived and then he would leave. Yes. That would happen and the pope would come in with him to bless their fucking. She could feel her pussy getting wet and he wasn't even in the room yet. "If I buzz you in, will you promise to leave right after you tell me what how you found my address?" 

What was wrong with her, she thought just as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Her damn wet pussy, that was what was wrong with her. He was at the speakerphone downstairs. He had his cock with him.

The thing about Harold, thought MaryJane Huffman, was that he was a great fuck, but he was a terrible companion. Oh, she longed for the sex partner who was not only a great fucker, but who also looked good, spoke well, acted with courtesy, smelled good, and, yes, didn't flick his boogers around. Not Harold.

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Harold could hear it in her voice. She was gonna let him in. They would soon be fucking. Her lovely cunt would be sopping wet and he'd be fucking away like there was no tomorrow. He'd give her the full fucking she needed.

Harold would give her her next lesson on being a slut. He had made a deal with himself when she had still been his teacher in high school and told the class about the Knights of the round table and their quests. He would teach her 'How to become a total slut.' It gave him an extra buzz. She had been his English teacher. Now he was her teacher in Slutness. And she was learning a whole lot more Slut behavior than he had English. 

Today he would teach her how to be a talker. Mrs. Huffman already fucked pretty good. Her little old cunt muscles gripped his cock nice and tight . Her hips were like a crazy playground seesaw, up and down, up and down, up, up, and down, down, slamming down with a clack, swinging up hard and then down with another clack, hard, on and on..But she was too quiet when they fucked, just grunting and moaning. 

He felt his cock harden. A rod of steel.

He wished she'd hurry and buzz him in.

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Mrs. Huffman had to admit it. She was a slut. What was a slut? She had considered the matter carefully. A slut was a woman who when a man was in the room with her and he had a hard-on, her pussy got wet. 

Harold wasn't even in the room with her now, though she was pretty sure he had a hard-on--- he always had one. And true to her being a slut, her pussy was wet. It was very wet. But she wasn't going to just let him up to the apartment. This time, she would be in control. She'd make him wait for a while before she let him come up.

When she was in high school, she had learned logical thinking. The school had been run by the Jesuits. It was a straight syllogism: She was a slut. A slut needed fucking. Harold was downstairs ready to fuck her. Therefore: Get him up here, get his cock out of his pants, and get to fucking.

The only thing was, was that she would be in control. "Okay," she told him, speaking into the monitor, "You can come up. But you'll have to wait twenty minutes out there while I do some things here first." She didn't have anything to do, but she did want to show him who was in control. #####

What had she said, 20 minutes? She looked at the clock on the wall. It had been only five minutes, but her wet cunt was telling her that was long enough. "I'm buzzing you in," she said.

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She heard the elevator door open on her floor. She heard Harold's feet scuffling down the hallway towards her door. She didn't have to open it. She could talk to him through the door and tell him she had changed her mind, that something had come up, that he would have to go. She heard him stop in front of her door. 

She opened it. Shit, she didn't open it, her cunt did.

"Hey. Mrs. H," he said as he strutted into her apartment. That smirking grin Mrs. Huffman hated was on his face. He ran his eyes up and down her body. 

"You said you would tell me and then leave."

"Yeah, sure," he said. He stood not more than a foot away from her. "It was Mrs. Holly at Holy Mother, I told her I wanted to send a Christmas card. She told me where you were living." So the mystery was solved. But MaryJane didn't care. Big deal.

And now he was reaching out to her and his hands were on her hips. "You really want me to leave?"

Fuck....fuck....fuck. Her cunt juice wasn't flowing. It was gushing. Her clit wasn't throbbing, it was convulsing.

It was too late. He was sliding the side zipper of the skirt she was wearing down. Her skirt loosened enough so that Harold was able to push it down past her hips. The top of the skirt was down at mid thigh level. She was so hot, she could barely breathe. Suddenly, MaryJane Huffman remembered that she was going to be in control this time.

"Stop," she said. 

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Harold heard Mrs. Huffman say 'stop' and he stopped. He didn't move. He watched her carefully. This was when it was going to happen. He wanted to memorize this. Harold could smell her cunt juice. She had that 'I need cock' look on her face. The top of her skirt was now hanging just above her knees. Her exposed thighs, their white skin, soft flesh beckoned. She was wearing a t shirt that reached just midway over her hips, just above her groin, just below her belly button. She was HOT! He'd wait. It would happen, he could afford to let her control things. He had a sense for this He knew that if he was quiet, let her do the talking, then she would become a talker..

He waited. His prick, still in his pants, poked against her panties, just grazing against her cunt lips. He waited for her to speak.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 11



She spoke. "Take off those pants." 

"Yes, Mrs. Huffman," said Harold. 

He sucked in his stomach to so that he could maneuver his pants down past his enormous erection.

"And wipe that stupid smile off your face," he heard Mrs. Huffman say. .

He wiped most of the smile off, but left most of the smirk on. He slipped a leg out of his pants. His eyes met hers. 

"Just like when you were in my class, I am in charge. But this time, you pay attention," Mrs. Huffman said. "Do you understand?"

Harold nodded his head. This was going better than he thought. He was going to fuck her. She was going to get fucked. He was going to learn her how to be a better slut. He remembered that there was a difference between learn and teach, but what the fuck. . He had not been paying attention that day when Mrs. Huffman had taught his English class about learn and teach. He hadn't paid attention when she taught about Irony. If he had been paying attention, he would have said "teach her" or he might have said , "that this was ironic." . #####

There was some irony here, thought MaryJane Huffman to herself as she looked down at Harold's long thin cock less than an inch from her cunt. But she decided to hold back on too much thinking and get right to fucking.. 

She held out her arm and grabbed his cock, pulling it with her as she moved, leading him to her bedroom. "You want to fuck, don't you," she told him.

He was strangely silent as he glided along, impelled by her pulling of his cock.

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Harold McCarthy couldn't stop smiling. This was working. All he had to do was to keep quiet. Mrs. Huffman would do the talking. Before they were finished today, she would be a talking slut, a screaming slut, a demanding slut, a more perfect slut.

Harold knew all about sluts. He could've written the book to end all books about the subject of sluts. Maybe it was because his mother and his sister and all his female cousins were sluts. Nah, it couldn't have been that. 

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Harold's pants had dragged along behind him, still tangled up around his ankles. "Step out of those pants," Mrs. Huffman told him. 

He lifted one foot. He lifted the other. His pants lay on the ground behind him. This taking control was working out alright, thought Mrs. Huffman. It felt pretty good, too. They were in her bedroom now. "Didn't I tell you to wipe that smile off your face?" It was the same smirk he had on his face when he was in her classroom. 

"Hey, fucker, young man, didn't you hear what I said? Wipe that smile off your face." She squeezed his long, thin, very hard cock. "You hear what teach said?" She squeezed his cock again, hard, partly to punish him, partly because it felt good.

Now why hadn't she taken charge like this when he was a student in her classroom? 

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It felt good, Mrs. Huffman squeezing his cock. She couldn't help but slowly move her hand up and down his shaft while squeezing it. 

"Want I should take my shirt off?" he asked.

"Shut up!" said Mrs. Huffman, "I'll do the talking. Take your shirt off."

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She could feel that her pussy wet, slick and ready for his smelly prick. "Squeeze my tits," she told him, and he did." 

"Squeeze harder," she ordered., "caress my nipples." He did. "Ouhh, that feels good." She said. 

She felt his hand slide over towards her warm, warming cunt. She slapped his hand away "I'll tell you when," she said, meanwhile rubbing her slit with her hand. She then brought her just pussy dipped finger up to Harold's nose, letting him have a whiff of the sweet nectar soaking from her cunt. 

"Okay. Now," she finally said, letting his hand go so that he could begin finger fucking her. She leaned against the bed. He bent forward, his arm moving up and down as his fingers moved in and out of her cunt. 

"Slower," she said. Her voice drawled the command.

Harold slowed the movement of his fingers in and out of cunt.

"Harder," she said. Her voice was tough.

"Yes, Yesssssss, THAT way!!!!!" 

His fingers curled, gripped, held at each of her commands as she gave them.

This was great, MaryJane Huffman thought to herself. He was better than a vibrator. Like Natural Speak: she said it, Harold did it. She felt his fingers curve at the bone at the top of her cunt and reach to press against the back of her clit. It felt better than good. "Yes, yes, yes, like that," she whispered and then, "YESSSSS," she shouted.

Out she came with a bunch of commands, She wanted to practice, just to get the hang of it.

"Deeper"....... she commanded. He didn't wait a second but pushed his wrist down Her pussy was on fire..

"More"....... she ordered. She could feel his wrist pushing in and out at a quicker pace..

Howard reached in deeper. His stretched out fingers held fast to the slick hardness of the front wall of her cunt.

"Quicker"..... she yelled. His fingers moved in and out of her cunt even faster than before. 

This was even better than when she was doing herself. The sense of being in control, the feeling of scratching the itch just where it needed to be scratched, was magnificent. She allowed herself a sudden shout out just to confirm her own pleasure. "H a l l e LEUJA,"

"more....MOooREEEEEEE. Curve your fingers and grip me right there." She said. Her cunt, her clit, and her g spot were on fire. "Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" She was going to cum. She was so close. With each command, she gave, the movement of his arm, the depth of his fingers, the grip of his fingers changed. She felt herself getting even closer, closer still, until......

Oh, boy. Oh Boy. OH BOYYYY!!! 

She came. 

She had an orgasm. Another one. And then one more.

She allowed her body to relax, pushed Harold away and lay down on her bed to rest for a moment. "Take your socks off, for God's sake and get your hard-on up here on the bed," she told him. 

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Fuck, thought Harold McCarthy. This was not too bad. Not too bad? It was goooood. He wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure that he hadn't had to get her to start talking like she had. She was all spread out on her bed. Her cunt was open and he could see the sweet pearls of her juice gleaming. Mrs. Huffman had a hairy cunt still, but the wetness of her cunt was still obvious. And he could smell it. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled the smell. What he wanted, if he could get his cock wet with those juices, then he could get her to suck his cock reeking with the musky fragrance of her cunt. He felt her take his hand in hers and move his hand towards her mouth. Mrs. Huffman opened her mouth and sucked his fingers into her mouth, her tongue savoring the taste.

He had always known she was a slut, thought Harold, but, wow!

.He was having trouble keeping that smile off his face; shit, he was happy. This was going goooood. 

Harold pushed up onto one elbow and looked over at his former teacher. Mrs. Huffman was breathing hard still. She must have cum really good. Her tits looked so nice, flattened out a little as she lay on her back. Her nipples were stiff, sticking out. Harold tried to run the palm of his hand over the hard nipples, but Mrs. Huffman pushed his hand away. "I'll tell you what and when," she said. Her skin was flushed. He really liked her legs, and her ass was the best. Harold's cock was rigid, osseous, unbending. What he needed was the luxurious wet warmth of her cunt, but he wasn't sure that was going to happen right at that moment..

"You know, Mrs. Huffman," he said, "you're gonna have to talk better than just tell a guy what to do.You screaming all the time was great, but do more!" 

"Didn't I tell you not to say anything?" she said. She looked over at him, at his tumescent cock. "Explain what you just said," she said.

"Like you tell me faster or slower. And you're always telling me to shut up You could say please just once. You could say something good to me like 'fantastic' or 'great.'"

"Harold, tell me," Mrs. Huffman said, "You still the great pussy licker you always were?"

Shit, Harold thought, he was going to have to wait to dip his cock. He nodded.

"Please, lick my cunt," she said. #####

MaryJane Huffman smiled a lazy smile. She lay back, her head raised on a pillow, and watched the back of Harold McCarthy's head sunk into the hot, dark confines of her soaking cunt. He was a good cunt licker, she had to agree as she observed the bobbing motion of his head. She felt the slippery glide of his tongue deep inside her cunt. She luxuriated in his fingers' gentle ministrations to her clit. Oh, this felt good, so good, so nice, thought Mrs. Huffman 

She ran her fingers along the back of his ears. Gently massaging there, encouraging his slurping attention to her cunt and swollen cunt lips.

His fingers on her clit sent a series of ripples, warm surges and tiny explosions of constant pleasure up the length of her torso. "Ahhhhhhhhh, Mr. McCarthy, Mister Harold. McCarthy," she said, "you do know how to pleasure a girl." 

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Harold McCarthy's forehead pressed against Mrs. Huffman's lower stomach. The bridge of his nose was buried in the full bush of dark wiry hair that covered and crowned her sopping wet cunt. The weight of his nose pressed hard against the bone just above her clit. It pushed her swollen clit away from its stretched sheath. 

He had been doing this, it must have been 20 minutes. His tongue slithered in and out past her swollen labia into the wet heaven of her cunt. Heaven? Was he in heaven? Yes, he was in heaven. Harold McCarthy loved where he was. He was born for this. Was there a warmer, more secure, happier place than between the smooth upper thighs of a purring woman on her way to becoming the perfect slut? He inhaled the sweet, musky ambrosia oozing from the dark pink inside of her cunt. There was no place in the world better, more comfortable, more peaceful.

He waited for the right time to lift his head. He needed to tell something to his former teacher. But, at the moment, her taute stomach, her trembling clit and the mewling sounds emanating from Mrs. Huffman's mouth demanded that he continue his hand and his tongue's ministrations of her cunt. 

Finally, he felt her stomach muscles quiet their fluttering. He lifted his head, "Sometimes, you can't just holler bad things. You got to say good things too," he said.

"What do you think I said when I told you you knew how to pleasure me?" Mrs. Huffman loosened her grip on Harold's head. He moved up on the bed.

Fuck, thought Harold to himself as his tongue lapped at her clit and she rejoiced, "Yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes!

She's gonna be one great slut, Harold thought. 

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Good old Harold, his face was soaked, saturated by her cunt juice. Mrs. Huffman could smell her juice even where she lay, her face a good foot away from his. It smelled good. The shiny smears looked great. She moved a bit, stuck her tongue out and ran it over his lips to get a taste. It tasted as good as it smelled. Wasn't she a slut. She thought.

"You sure got me talking today," she said.

"Hey, talkin' is good for a slut when she's fucking," he said, "don't tell me you didn't like it." MaryJane Huffman drew in a deep breath and stretched her shoulder muscles.Oh yeah, she had enjoyed it. 

She had rested. She looked over at Harold and decided to taste some more of that juicy looking cunt syrup that made even his face look good as it glistened in the light.

Although kissing Harold wasn't MaryJane Huffman's favorite thing, she moved her lips against his, kissed him and let her tongue enter his mouth. She did taste good, she thought.

"Enough wasting time," she said, "Let's get to fucking."

"You gotta tell me what to do. Talk! Tell me," he said.

"You know what," MaryJane said, "I haven't had an ass fucking in some time. I probably need to get some practice in." She reached over to the drawer of the table next to her bed and pulled out a tube of KY. She threw it over to Harold. "Lube up," she said.

"I got," he blurted out suddenly.

"Got what?" she said.

"Where you're going. I got it."

She looked at him.

"You're going to Landon's Lady Lavorotica. In Florida. That's it. It's your vacation. Jaysus, ain't you the slut," he said.

"How in the world do you know about the Lavorotica?" she asked. Landon's Lady Lavorotica was supposed to be a secret resort. A place for women who were sluts but who needed to keep their sluthood quiet for whatever reason, professional, business or family. It was a resort which catered to their sexual needs. The resort employed men of all types who, in addition to being waiters, housemen, handymen, cooks, and deskmen were also there to provide for the sex needs of guests. No one was supposed to know about the facility, it was one of the secrets only sluts were allowed to know about. But, somehow, Harold knew.

"You remember Marquise from from Beaver Hills when you were teaching at Our Lady?"

She remembered Marquise. It was at his house that she had participated in one of her gangbangs.

"He works there," Harold explained. "He told me all about it. He's in charge of the sports there, you know, basketball and softball and other games. He's also one of their most in demand cocksmen. He told me all about the place. He said if I wore better clothes, got a little better cleaned up, he'd try to get me a job there. But I told him I was too busy here at school with my sluts."

"Well, isn't it a small world?" MaryJane said. She continued, "But enough of that. You are going to give me a nice, gentle, satisfying ass fuck." She moved her arm in a mock salute. "Get ready and LUBE UP," she said in her loudest voice. She bent over on her hands and knees on the bed and stuck her back side up in the air.

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They had finished with her ass fucking. Say what you will about Harold, He knew how to screw, an ass as well as a cunt. He could probably do an ear if it was needed, Mrs. Huffman thought. "Well, You've eaten me out, you've reamed my ass, and I did plenty of talking and ordering like you wanted," she said, "ready for some plain, ordinary, regular fucking of my cunt?" 

"You're going to have to beg for it," Harold said.

"What?"

"You're gonna have to beg for it. It's one the things you gotta know if you're going to be a real good slut."

Mrs. Huffman looked at Harold. "Have you gone completely out of your mind? Beg? Me beg you to be fucked?"

"You don't have to get pissed," he said. "It's part of the service. If you want to be a good slut, some time you have to be able to beg. Some guys, they want that. It keeps them hard. They do it better. They feel like they are more like good then, that you need for them to be fucking you." She just kept looking at him like he was nuts or something, so Harold continued. It's nothing. But it'll really work if you want to be a real slut, if you want to really get fucked good."

Mrs. Huffman still didn't look convinced. "You came to my house. I didn't call you. You came. I told you I didn't need you. I'll be getting all the fucking I need beginning tomorrow. Why should I want to beg? That's ridiculous."

"You always got to bust my balls about everything," he said. "It ain't no big deal."

She looked at him. She considered what he had just said. She looked down at his cock. It wasn't the hard cock it had been just a little while ago. It was sort of semi-laying there. Mrs. Huffman almost felt sorry for his cock. "Go wash up," she said, finally. "Come back, and I'll give you a blow job to get you where you can perform again."

Harold let that shit eating grin of his erupt onto his face. He jumped off the bed and ran to wash up.

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MaryJane Huffman lay on her back at the center of the bed. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees. Above her, between her spread legs, Harold McCarthy looked down. His cock was hard. He could see her cunt, the labia open and wet. 

"Okay, fuck me," she said.

"You gotta beg," he said. He could see her clit. It was swollen and out of its sheath.

"Cut the stupid shit," she said. She could see his cock. It was hard as it had been all day. She had huffed and puffed, sucked and vacuumed that long hard cock, licked it and kissed it. She had done her part to get it this hard. "Fuck me," she said.

"Beg," he said. He held the purple head just above her ready cunt. 

"All right. Please put it in me," she said.

"I don't call that begging.," Harold told her, his cock not moving to enter her wet, wanting cunt.

She could feel her clit so big and so tender and so needing the pressure of his cock and body. "Please," she said again.

"Please what," said Harold.

This was nuts, thought Mrs. Huffman. Oh fuck, the insides of her cunt were soaked. She could hardly breathe. Her nipples were tender. She needed to be fucked. 

"Please what," he repeated. "When you get to the Lavorotica, the guys there will be ready for you. I'll tell them all about what a slut you are. "But right now, beg for it."

She needed his cock. She really did. He had eaten her out to what, three, four, five orgasms. He had fucked her ass for another two, three orgasms. She had sucked his cock. But, goddamit, she needed it. She needed it in her cunt. What the fuck, she thought. "Harold, please fuck me. Please fuck me," she said.

"Better," he said. He spread he legs apart just a little more. He dropped his torso just enough so that the tip of his cock touched her clit.

An electric shock ran from her clit up and down her body. She needed him in her. "Please fuck me," she said, "please fuck me hard."

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Oh, my God. I want your cock."

"Where do you want it?"

"I want it in my cunt."

Where?"

"I want it in my hot, wet cunt. I want it bad."

"You really mean that?"

"YES. YES. YESSSSSSSS"

Harold smiled. He allowed the tip of his cock to press harder against her clit. 

MaryJane Huffman's body began to shake. "Please. Harold, please. Fuck me."

"What?"

"I am begging you."

"What?"

"Please," she said. She was shouting now. "Please. Fuck me. FUCK ME. Please put your cock into my cunt. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE. Please fuck me. I Need your cock. In me."

"Better," Harold said. He allowed the head of his cock move down from her clit and enter slightly between the lips of her labia. "Mrs. Huffman, you are going to be a perfect slut." He pushed forward, his cock entered past the lips of her cunt and into the wet, warm pink cavern of her cunt.

"Yes, yes," she shouted . "THANK YOU! Oh my god! I nnnneeeeeeeed this. Please. I am begging you. Fuck me. Deeper, Harder."

Harold began moving faster and harder. 

She came. She came again. "Oh, my God. Sooooo gooooood. So good. Thank you so much. Please. Please. Please, don't stop." 

Harold continued moving inside of her cunt. Harold smiled. The perfect slut was almost a perfect slut. He listened to her as she continued her yelling and her crying, "Yes, yessss. Good. Thaaaaaank You!."

THE END

Dear reader, what do you think? Who is the winner here? Mrs. Huffman? Harold? Anyone? 



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 12



MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6'2", blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, "Mrs. M. Huffman." But before she could respond to the sign, the very sexy looking guy looked at her and smiled, "Mrs. Huffman, I presume." 

She smiled back and nodded. So far so good. Very good.

Walking towards the carrel which was now clanking its way around, he asked, "Was the trip comfortable?" 

"It certainly was," she replied, smiling broadly back at him. 

With a practiced ease, he retrieved the bag she pointed out to him as being hers, and they began walking towards the parking area. "My name is Ray Massey. Your picture was faxed to us so that I was able to recognize you easily." They stood at a white LandRover with the initials, L.L.L.tastefully lettered on its door, done in the same gothic script as her name had been written out. He put her luggage in the back of the car and ushered MaryJane into the passenger seat. She noticed that he car was spotless. It smelled brand- new-car clean. 

Well, here she was, on her way to Landon's Lady Lavorotica.

The ride, as was everything about her trip so far, was lovely. The road they were on was smooth and not heavily travelled. The other cars on the road all seemed new and freshly waxed. The landscape she saw through the window was clean, tasteful and well tended.

She looked over at the driver, at Ray Massey who was driving carefully, an easy smile on his face. "L.L.L.'s motto, 'WHENEVER, WHEREEVER, HOWEVER, WITH WHOMEVER,' she asked him, "does it mean what it says?"

"Exactly," Ray replied, still smiling. He kept his eyes on the road, didn't glance at her, but his smile never diminished. 

The motto referred, of course, to sex. That's what she was here for, for sex, to get fucked, to have her body pleasured, to have her libido satisfied, whenever, wherever, however and with whomever she desired. That was why Landon's Lady Lavorotica existed. 

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MaryJane Huffman had learned about Landon's in a whispered conversation with the mother of one of her students. 

Clarissa Rivere had invited MaryJane to tea one day after a PTA meeting at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings where MaryJane taught and Mrs. Rivere's Anna Marie was a student. Mrs. Rivere had been blunt. "I am sure," she told MaryJane as she held her tea cup, pinky extended as etiquette required, "that you are one of us, a person with an especially active libido." Mrs. Rivere, continuing her explanation, had never come close to using the word "slut," but MaryJane understood immediately that Mrs. Rivere had recognized a confrere, a fellow slut. She listened attentively as Mrs. Rivere told her about Landon's, a resort that was unique, built for and existing for one purpose, to pleasure sluts.

But, it wasn't until MaryJane had won the Diocesan raffle which was held every six months as a means of providing a bonus to at least one its lucky teachers that she investigated Landon's further and met with the Landon spokesperson to whom MaryJane had been recommended by Mrs. Rivere.

MaryJane followed the raffle win and the meeting by cashing in her retirement account from Holy Mother, her previous employer. She then added a bit of money from a trust fund left to her by an aunt. All together, the Landon's enrollment had cost quite a bit of money, but, MaryJane thought, it would be worth every cent if the visit turned out to be as good as promised.

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"We'll be there in a few minutes," Ray said. 

A minute or so after Ray's statement, MaryJane Huffman was able to see the beautifully landscaped Landon facility. Far in the background, at the end of a long and winding road, she saw several cabins, each a different color, each gleaming, each surrounded by a garden, 

"Will you be able to help me unpack and get settled when we arrive?" MaryJane asked.

"Most certainly," he replied a big smile on his face.

The cabin she was shown into was gorgeous. Beautifully arranged flowers filled vases around the room. Restful art adorned the walls. It featured a large closet and two dressers. The king sized bed looked comfortable.

"Anything else? Would you like a tour of the Lavorotica?" Ray asked.

"Tell me, Ray," MaryJane said, "is this room included in 'WHEREEVER?"

Ray nodded yes. His smile remained.

MaryJane continued, "Is now contained in WHENEVER?"

Ray nodded yes again. His smile, if anything, grew wider.

MaryJane returned the smile. "And are you among the WHOMEVER?" 

He nodded yes once again.

MaryJane moved closer.

It was not much more than a minute later, and they were both lying on the bed, unclothed, smiling, She was pleased to note that his cock was quite long. It was pleasingly plump, circumcised, clean. She held it in her hand. It felt good and firm, hefty. She felt his hand touch her breast, his fingers brush lightly against her nipples. His other hand played along the folds of her labia, slowly moving towards her clitoris. MaryJane felt her inner labia begin to open, her vagina begin to become wet. "HOWEVER?" MaryJane murmured.

"You got it," she heard Ray say.

Not a moment later, as he responded to the slight pressure she exerted on the top of his head, she felt him lower himself on the bed until his lips were kissing her cunt lips. A few seconds later, he was kissing the tip of her clitoris. Then he was running his tongue over the shaft of her throbbing clit. She felt his hand holding the rounded globe of her ass. She wanted to say something, but all that would come from her mouth was a long oooooooou sound, a deep purr, and a growl of pleasure. 

Her hands gripped at his muscled shoulders as he continued to pleasure her clit and labia with his tongue. His fingers explored her vagina. She felt her breathing quicken, her stomach muscles tense, became rigid. 

She let go of his shoulder and threw her arms upward, over her head, stretching her torso and inviting him to slide his body up until they were face to face and his tongue, tasting of her cunt juice, was in her mouth. 

They kissed, their foreheads rubbing. Their noses slid up and down against each the other's

And then MaryJane Huffman felt the glory of his cock as she held it in her hand and helped slowly glide it past the lips of her vulva and deep into the wet pink of her ravenous cunt.

The fucking began!

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MaryJane Huffman was someplace just an inch or so away from heaven. Her hair was in wild disarray, sweaty wet, scattered around her head, tossed this way and that way. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, and she didn't care. Her neck was extended. Her tits were swollen, her nipples hard. She wrapped her tremblingly alive legs around his and they just fucked and fucked away. So far, so good.

More than good.

She gripped his shoulder as tight as she was able, pulling his body to press against hers. She felt his beautiful cock slip and slide, bounce and bound in and out of her cunt. 

She told him, "Slow," and his movements into and out of her cunt eased from six per second to a super slow motion once every two seconds.

She told him, "Push," and his pubic bone pushed against hers, grinding sweet pleasure to her clit and from there up through her torso. 

"Good, good, good, good," she kept on repeating as she felt heat from deep in her cunt rush out to her vulva, her mons pubis and then upwards and downwards to warm her whole body in a pink glow. 

Her mind, her body, her soul, she felt, were engulfed in a world teeming with pleasure. And she and Ray continued fucking. And they fucked some more. And more. In and out, down and up, around and around his cock touched everywhere and every way in her cunt and she came and came and came. 

She couldn't stop coming. She didn't want to stop coming until, at last, she heard him grunt and felt him discharge his cum into her cunt. 

He rolled his body off of hers. MaryJane and Ray lay next to each other breathing heavily, allowing themselves to come back to earth slowly. 

MaryJane Huffman felt sooooo good. She inhaled the smell of sex that filled the room, her sweat, her juice, his sweat, his semen. "Was everything my councilor told me about Landon as true as what I've experienced so far?" she Asked Ray.

"Yes," he answered.

"How do you know?" she asked, "You weren't there when she spoke to me."

"Did your councilor say that pigs could fly?" he replied.

"No."

"Then what she told you was true."

"Is everyone here as good as you are?" MaryJane asked. 

Until now, neither had moved. Now, Ray raised himself enough to lean on his elbow. He looked down at her. "Some better, I've been told," he said. He remained smiling.

Her smile back at him indicated a bit of doubt that other Landon employees could match his expertise.

"Some much better, I've been told," he said.

"Can I repeat the fucking outside of this room?" MaryJane asked.

"Anywhere," Ray answered.

"With you?"

"Yes."

"With you and others?"

"As many as you require," he told her.

"Anyway?" was he next question.

"Between your toes if that is your desire," he said.

Asking her questions seemed to have exhausted MaryJane Huffman. She just lay there, her body spread and relaxed, the sweat on her skin drying, his discharge dribbling from her cunt.

"Would you like a tour of our facility?" Ray asked MaryJane.

"Could we do what we just did again first?" she asked him.

"For sure," he replied.

MaryJane Huffman, a serene smile of satisfaction lending a warm glow to her face, reached her hand out to touch Ray's cock and help it to tumescence.

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PART TWO OF MRS. HUFFMAN'S VISIT TO LANDON"S LAVOROTICA CONTINUES NEXT WEEK AS CHAPTER 13 OF "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?."

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 13



Ch 13 This chapter contains very graphic and explicit description of sex. Please do not read if this bothers your moral code.

GETTING OFF THE BED.

MaryJane Huffman and Ray Massey lay next to each on the massive bed. Both were naked. Both were exhausted, completely fucked out.

MaryJane didn't know how long they had fucked, but she guessed it must have been well over an hour. She was soaked with sweat, his and hers. Her hair was wild and messy. Her cunt was saturated with his sperm, much of it dripping onto the bed. She looked over at the clock that sat on the dresser a few feet away from the bed. Oh my God, she thought, they had been fucking for more than 3 hours, and she had only arrived here at Landon's Lady Lavorotica 3 hours and 15 minutes ago.

She had come here for the fucking and, apparently, if 'so far' was any indication, she would sure be getting all her money's worth.

The councilor for Landon's had told her that her stay there would be the most wonderful week of sex she would ever enjoy. So far, 3 hours and 15 minutes into her stay, MaryJane was able to say that what the councilor had promised was holding up. The councilor had told MaryJane that her first day at Landon's would include at least one great surprise, a fucking experience that would be as intense as she had ever had.

She looked over at Ray. His large cock, even deflated as it was this moment, still looked impressive. He had worked very hard these past three hours and had come, shooting his hot jism four times in that short span of time. She didn't think he would be ready to go again. MaryJane had orgasmed more times than she had been able to keep count of, small and major orgasms had melded into each other. They must have totaled to at least 30 wonderful, complete, and satisfying spasms of pure pleasure. 

Truly, she was in slut heaven.

But, MaryJane thought, incredible as her sex with Ray had been, she was pretty sure that it was not the great experience that the councilor had promised would come today.

"Hey, sailor," she said, looking over at Ray and trying on her best Lauren Bacall expression, "How ya doin'?" She was sorry she hadn't had a cigarette between her lips when she said it. 

"Okay, thanks for asking," he said. Ray watched as she ran her fingers tenderly over his very well used now flaccid organ. "But, ahh," he added, "I am bound to tell you that I can get a replacement up here in less than two minutes." He glanced down at his limp penis. "I am wore out. Sorry."

"No problem," MaryJane replied, "I was just admiring your very nice cock. Even untumescent, non-tumescent, whatever, it did bring me off. Is everyone on the staff here as well endowed?"

"A few not as well; most as well or better; and a very select group much better," he said.

"You trying to talk me into letting you go? You need to rest?"

Ray pushed himself up into a sitting position. "I am not trying to get you to replace me here unless you are need of some more cock. I do need to rest, but just from sex." 

"Just the man I'm looking for," she said. "I think I better get a quick orientation about this place. The councilor explained things, but now that I am here....."

"I'll be glad to answer any and all questions. "

"And I have some questions. First," MaryJane asked, "What do you know about the 'great experience' that is supposed to happen to me before today is over. Was what just happened it?"

"I hope our recent fuckings have been pleasant for you, but I am happy to say that the first day spectacular is yet to come."

"And....?"

"Well, more than that I cannot say. I don't really know. Maria Surbin-Annela is in charge of the 'first day spectaculars and you will be meeting her later.

"The Maria Surbin-Annela?" MaryJane allowed her astonishment to show. Surbin-Annela had produced operas at every major opera house in the world, from Seoul to Brisbane, from Moscow to San Francisco. She had directed plays on Broadway, galas in Washington. 

"No one else, and she is pretty secretive about the experience until it happens, so I can't tell you anything about it. I just don't know."

"Okey dokey," Mrs. Huffman sat up straighter on the bed, crossed her legs in yoga fashion and stretched her upper body, "I haven't seen any other employees so far. How many?"

Ray, with a bit less energy than MaryJane had, lay back down and spread out on the bed. "Our employee-guest ratio is always maintained at at least 10 to one. That includes all employees, groundskeepers, waiters, cooks, entertainment staff, housekeepers, drivers," he nodded in acknowledgement to himself, "everyone. And each of us is prepared to help serve a guest unless we already are with a an other guest, or unless we have just served a guest and am too pooped at that moment.Yes, and before you ask, each member of the staff is capable, able, and ready to serve our guests in a personal way. The guest asks, we do."

"So, if I want you to stay here for the next six days, you would?"

"I would, but, with all the hot studs around, you wouldn't," he said. 

"How do I meet the hot studs, the staff?" 

"We could take a walk, see who we meet. We are all staff. Ask and we do." Ray reached over and allowed his fingers to trace the lovely curve of her calf. "You wear high heels much?" 

"Why do you ask?"

"Beautiful muscle here." He ran the palm of his hand along her calf.

"My gym. The treadmill. The elliptical. The track. I work out three times a week."

Ray pushed himself up off of the bed. He looked down. His cock, compared to what its size had been not too long before was now a corpuscular shred of its previous pullulation.

MaryJane followed his gaze to the shrunken cock. ""Let's take a walk," she said. 

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MEET AND GREET,

They weren't out of the cabin a minute when Ray introduced her to Franklin Delan. "Franklin," he said to the tall, well built Black man tending the flowers outside the cabin, "I'd like to introduce MaryJane Huffman to you."

Franklin must have been close to 6'5", his sculpted black body was beautiful, gleaming at the moment from his labors in the hot sun. He held out his large hand and MaryJane, her small hand lost in the expanse of Franklin's grip, shook hands. 

Ray spoke: "Ms. Huffman arrived just a few hours ago, and I'm showing her around Landon's."

"Nice meeting you," Franklin said to MaryJane. "If there is anything you would like assistance with, please don't hesitate to ask." He smiled and kneeled down to continue his task of tending the garden around the cabin, 

As he squatted, MaryJane was amazed at the sight he presented. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the shorts he was wearing were cut very loosely so that she was presented with a clear view of his cock, hanging down between his thighs, two-thirds of the way towards his knee. The cock's girth was proportionate to its length.

In most circumstances, MaryJane, seeing what she was seeing in the loosely cut shorts would have expressed interest, desire or surprise . But she was here in Landon's Lady Lavorotica, so she merely smiled nicely, "It has been a pleasure meeting you," she said.

Ray spoke as he and she continued on the path which led away from her cabin. "Franklin's one of those better endowed employees here. Very popular. He played basketball at one of the S.E.C. colleges and when he is not busy tending the gardens or tending a guest, you usually can see him working out at the gym. Want to see the gym next?" 

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HOW SHE BECAME THE 'MAIN ACTOR.'

This was amazing!

She was sitting here at Landon's restaurant, an elegant establishment with gleaming silverware, spotless table-linen, and hot looking waiters and bus-boys ready to cater to her any whim or desire, whether that desire be more dessert or a cock to taste.

But, what was the most exciting thing, was who MaryJane was sitting with. MaryJane Huffman was eating dinner and sharing small talk with Naria Surbin-Annela. 

"I visit here at least eighteen times a year," said Naria Surbin-Annela to Mary Jane. "Nowdays, I am here most of the time to consult, to prepare an 'experience' for a new guest. It is sometimes a bit overly awesome for a young woman, a slut like myself or yourself, to find herself in such an agreeable situation. I remember my first time, " Naria smiled at MaryJane. She glanced around the room at the employees. "Better than Hollywood. There, the men either think women exist to pleasure them or believe that women are there so that men have a way to prove their virility. Here at Landon's they pleasure women. That is it.. Sex Nerds, I call them." Naria stopped for a moment, looked at MaryJane, smiled and began talking again. "I loved it, by the way, when you defined being a slut as getting wet when a man in the room with you has a hard-on. "How many times have you been fucked so far today? Many first time visitors can't stop once they start."

MaryJane Huffman, erstwhile English teacher at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings High School smiled. "Just once, for three hours. I arrived just five hours ago. Had sex, took a tour and met the people employed here, cleaned up and was told that you had requested I sit at your table for dinner."

"True," said Naria. "I have read your resume and interview. You are a very interesting young woman. I have thought hard and prepared carefully for the performance production I am sure you will very much enjoy this evening.

"I design, orchestrate and oversee at least one piece at the playhouse each time I visit here" Surbin-Annela continued. " I designed a performance piece for tonight, expecting that it would result in a truly amazing spectacle for onlookers and a happy mind-altering experience for you."

MaryJane Huffman looked around the elegant dining room. At least a dozen tables were spread around the floor, some with couples, a few with parties of six or eight, several with only single occupants. Mary Jane didn't know how to feel about being singled out for that evening's experience.

Naria Surbin-Annela offered MaryJane a dazzling smile. "I need only your agreement to participate as a fully consensual actor in the piece. Would you agree to star? My pieces are designed to offer their star performer a magnificent sexual experience. Guaranteed! "

MaryJane, her body totally aroused, her cunt wet, her mind dizzy, nodded. How could she not consent?

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STARRING IN THE PERFORMANCE PIECE.

MaryJane Huffman  had finished dinner, gone back to her cabin, rested and was now backstage at the Playhouse. She didn't know which she was more, excited or curious. Her curiosity would be quenched soon. Her sexual arousal, she hoped, would soon be assuaged too. 

For sure, she was excited. Her pussy wet, her tits super sensitive, her breathing deep and quick.

Surbin-Annela was busy overseeing the final reconfiguration of the Playhouse. The building was amazing. It was an intimate performance space. Maybe 400 seats surrounded a sunken stage on three sides and tiered upwards from the performance area. The stage was 36 by 18 feet. On the stage there were only two bits of furniture, a large, uncovered, comfortable appearing platform and a large leather couch. Both the platform and the couch were a subdued green. At the fourth wall of the stage, a dark curtain closed off from view a place where the actors and participants in the evening's activities waited. 

MaryJane Huffman sat on a chair next to Franklin Delan, the basketball star she had been introduced to earlier. 

"Ms. Surbin-Annela will be communicating with me and the other participants through the wireless ear piece I and the others are wearing," Franklin told MaryJean. "You will not be wearing an ear piece." .   

"Where are the others who'll be participating?" she asked Franklin.

"They're with Surbin-Annela. She's giving them last instructions. You ready?"

MaryJane laughed, "I don't know. Don't know what I am supposed to be doing." 

Suddenly the lights backstage dimmed and brightened. They dimmed and brightened again. 

"We have a minute," said Franklin. "Don't worry about a thing. Just be yourself. Did Surbin-Annela promise that this would be the most intense, the most fulfilling, the hottest sex you have ever had?"

"Yes, she did." 

"On stage," the voice of Maria Surbin-Annela commanded before Franklin could comment. 

MaryJane felt Franklin take her arm and lead her through a gap in the curtain onto the sunken stage which was pitch dark. She could see the audience. The lights off stage dimmed. Those on stage brightened, and the audience was now invisible. Franklin, still holding MaryJane's hand, led her to the center of the stage. 

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the theatre. 

"Yes. I'm ready," said MaryJane.

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PERFORMING OR IS IT PERFORMING?

The Performance was underway.

The next voice the audience and the pair on stage heard was the voice of Maria Surbin-Annela. "You have agreed," the voice was directed at MaryJane, "to be the subject of this performance?"

MaryJane began to nod an answer then thought instead to speak her answer, "Yes, I agreed to be in this performance."

"Without reservation and of your own free will?"

"Without reservation and of my own free will," MaryJane Huffman replied.

"Have you been promised anything for appearing in this theatre?" the disembodied voice from backstage asked.

"Only that I would experience an orgasm as powerful as any I had ever experienced in my life before.."

The audience responded to MaryJane's answer with a nervous laugh.

Franklin Delan, taking direction through his earphone, escorted MaryJane to a seat on the couch. He moved behind MaryJane and began to massage her back between her shoulders. At the same moment eight additional cast members appeared on the stage, walking on in single file. 

Somehow, the stage lights were manipulated so that the new cast member's faces and bodies, except for their groin areas, were somehow blurred. Their groin areas, in contrast, were each individually illuminated. Clearly visible to MaryJane and to the audience now were eight cocks of various length, contour, ambit, silhouette, and color. None, as yet, were fully tumescent. All, however, were impressively large.

"Ms. Huffman."

MaryJane, who had been looking at the anatomical exhibition with interest, looked up at the sound of the disembodied voice.

"Do you like what you see?" 

MaryJane nodded yes.

"Speak up," commanded the voice of Surbin-Annela. "No need to be shy. You are a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes," MaryJane's voice rang out.

"Mr. Delan," the voice addressed Franklin.

"Yes?'

"Please assist your slut by removing her clothing. Slowly."

MaryJane was wearing a simply cut a-line dress which had a series of buttons running from the neck to the dress' hem at her knees. One by one, Franklin freed the buttons, slowly. He then took the dress from MaryJane's shoulders and her body. She was without underwear. Her splendid body shone under the lights, fully revealed to the audience and to the eight naked men on stage with her. At least three of the cocks on display began a journey towards burnished erectness.

"Even for a slut like you, eight are too many cocks to be dealt with right away," Maria's voice rang out, "choose four to remain on stage for the present. The others will be back later."

MaryJane hesitated for a moment. .  

"Choose," Maria's voice broke through the silence. 

"Those," MaryJane said quickly, "the men with the cocks growing hard," and she pointed one, two, three, four, to four of the men waiting, 

"Do you remember how you defined being a slut?" the voice from off stage asked.

"I said that a slut was someone, who if she was in a room with a man and he had an erection, then her cunt got wet." Again, MaryJane was able to hear a subdued laughter, a reaction from the audience.

"And, so," Surbin-Annela's voice questioned, "are you wet at this moment?"

"For sure," MaryJane said, her comment accompanied by more subdued laughter.  

There were now only six people on stage, MaryJane Huffman, Franklin Delan, and the four men with the hard cocks she had just pointed to.

"I will no longer be addressing you," the off stage voice said, "Franklin will do my talking to you from now on."

"Go to the couch. Sit there," Franklin told MaryJane. . "Move!" he shouted. 

MaryJane quickly moved and stood next to the couch.

"Can't you follow a simple command?" said Franklin Delan.

"But, I...." MaryJane started to say.

"DON'T ARGUE!." Delan shouted at her.

For the first time, MaryJane Huffman became a bit frightened. At the same moment, she realized that she was becoming more aroused. Her nipples were erect; they stood out, shivering in the quiet air. She felt her chest blush pink, her breasts tingle. Her clit filled with blood and peeked out from its hood. Her cunt's wetness, she felt, was beginning to seep from inside, showing, she was sure, on the lips of her excited labia.

Franklin, the only person on stage not nude, meanwhile, was now getting himself undressed. His giant penis, when he revealed it, was already hard, very hard. It was pointed away from his body, straight at MaryJane. Ever since seeing his large cock, MaryJane had thought about it, imagined it filling her cunt. Now it was there on view. Not only was it large, it was beautiful, solid, its shaft clean, its head a light purple.

The audience surrounding the stage had been quiet. Suddenly, even the silence became muted. 

MaryJane feared that the beating of her heart was so loud that it could be heard at the very top row of the theatre.

Franklin moved closer. She could smell his pungent, somewhat spicy odor. It was sexy as hell. Had she not already been so excited, she would have been turned on by the smell.

He ran his hand over her cunt. His fingers curled through the thick brush of cunt hair. He smoothed the hair and parted it so that the labia's slit was clearly visible. MaryJane was sure that her engorged clit was now visible to the audience. She was positive the audience was able to notice the glint of wet at her cunt. 

A large part of the audience, nearly all the women, were, as was MaryJane, sluts. So she was pretty sure that they knew what she was feeling. She was feeling an almost desperate hunger for a cock or cocks to fill her cunt.

"Get up onto the platform," Franklin Delan told her.

Maybe it was going to happen now. She jumped up onto the platform.

"Lie down," he said, apparently taking his cues from an embedded earphone. 

She lay down. Glancing at his cock, she noticed its true tumescent grandeur. It was awesome.

"How do you wish to be addressed?"

MaryJane didn't care what he called her. "Anything, call me anything." The whole of her groin area was on fire with need.

"By your name, MaryJane Huffman?"

"Yes, yes, that would be fine. Call me by my name." She just wanted to get on with it. 

"Wrong answer! Whore is a wrong answer. 'Slut.' Slut is the correct answer. That is what you will be called here from here on in,"

"Okay, alright. Call me slut." Why was he teasing her? His cock, his prick, his organ, his PENIS, she wanted it now.

"What are you wishing for?" 

"I want to have sex."

"Wrong answer!"

Why was he torturing her? She wanted his cock in her cunt. "I want you to fuck me."

"Better answer," he answered. "You want my cock?"

"Yes, yes, yes." His cock was only inches away from her face. It was so big. Oh, it was beautiful. 

"Where do you want it?"

"In my cunt. Now. Please."

"Wrong answer!"

"Wherever you want. Please, hurry." She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her cunt was so wet that she was sure his cock would just slide in and she wouldn't be able to feel it.




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 13



"You are a slut. To get my cock in your cunt, you must first take it in your mouth."

"Okay. Okay. Yes. Anything." She wanted to move her hand down to just touch her clit. But she didn't. She was afraid that if she just put one finger close to her clit, her whole body would explode into an orgasm. She wasn't sure that an orgasm was allowed. She didn't know anything anymore. Then she remembered what he had said about her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She pushed her tongue over her lower lip, out as far as it would go and inviting his cock to enter.

MaryJane Huffman, Slut, saw his magnificent cock approach and finally enter her mouth. She began her wild sucking of his organ, drawing her cheeks in to create a vacume and sucking hard as she could while she swirled her tongue hard against and up and under his cock's shaft. She used every trick she had ever learned about cock sucking, breathing, blowing, sucking, tonguing! She reached out with her hands around his waist, grabbed his buttocks and pulled him in, getting his prick deeper into her mouth. She was slurping, sucking, drooling, tasting and swallowing when she realized........

What she realized, she realized that she was not going to be able to control anything. What was going to happen was going to happen without input or control from her.

Her cunt juice flowed freely. She knew that her vagina was soaked. The audience was absolutely silent. MaryJane's heartbeat was almost deafening. She could hear Franklin's breathing. Her senses except for those in her sucking mouth and her nose as it pressed into his pubic bone were eager for pleasure but bereft of any direct experience at the moment.

And then Franklin pulled his distended cock from her mouth. He leapt onto the platform to be with her, lay on top of her... and.........FINALLY.... He put it into her cunt.

It slid all the way into her soaking cunt. It filled her. and she came. 

Oh, she CCAAAAAAAME. Her coming was full blown at the instant it began. No buildup, no anticipation. He fucked her and her coming just came. She thought she she was going to faint. No, she didn't think it. Who could think at a moment like this? She just felt her orgasm explode and then continue and continue rolling into and out of her cunt as he thrust into and out of her and she came more and more and more. Her orgasm spread downwards to her toes, curling them upwards. The orgasm spread upwards to her body and to the top of her head, her hair standing on end. She fainted.

She thought she fainted.

She thought she fainted, but it was only her mind stopping for a second so that it could absorb the full glory of her unbelievable orgasm,

And Franklin, his arms out from his shoulders holding his body less than an inch above hers, his chest grazing her nipples, never stopped his pummeling of her cunt, his plowing of her vagina, his pummeling against her groin, his pumping cock's tunneling into the wet pink flesh of her cunt as she once again continued to cum and cum and cum.

She tried to grip his cock by using her kegel muscles but her pelvis was too electrically charged, on fire.

"Do you like?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes. YES. Yes, yes yessssssssss."

She thought her orgasm would never end, but, then, finally, it did. He slipped his cock from her cunt.

She lay there and, suddenly, she had forgotten they were there, suddenly she heard the crowd in the theatre begin to applaud, it was a long and thunderous rolling applause that filled the theatre

Until 

A cough, a sound from the unseen Maria Surbin-Annela backstage, stopped the applause. Silence now ruled the performance area. MaryJane Huffman was at peace. 

Surbin-Annela's voice now rang out to break the silence. "The name of the performance you have just watched the beginning of is "How Many Ways to fuck a Slut?" You have just witnessed part one. Part two will follow after a short intermission."

The stage lights dimmed but remained on. The sides of the arena where the audience sat remained dark. Then the lights blinked.

THE END

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 14



RECOVERING: ROUND TWO

MaryJane Huffman sat up at the side of the bed. Her legs dangled off the edge. 

She tried to focus. Why did she feel so glowing, so thoroughly at ease? 

To reconstruct things she went to first principles: she was a slut. Okay, that part was easy. It explained why she was naked, fully fucked and dripping cum from her cunt. That was what, ideally, would be a slut's condition. 

That explained that. But how? How had she come to be where she was. A very recent (within the past five minutes) fucking had left her dazed and disoriented. She concentrated

and 

It all came back.

The stage, the fuck, the orgasm.....oh, yes, the orgasm. It had shaken her to her roots, a full fledged totally completed orgasm. She remembered it now. And she remembered that she was on a stage and that she was surrounded by an audience.

And then she remembered Naria Surbin-Annela's announcement. Yes, that she, MaryJane Huffman—ta ta. .. was at the center of a Surbin-Annela Art Performance piece. It was titled "How Many Ways Can A Slut be Fucked? And she was the slut. And her orgasm, that magnificent cum, was the result of Way One. 

She sat up a little bit straighter. Well, Way One was one good way for a slut to be fucked, for sure. The way she had just been fucked. On a stage. In front of a crowd. By a former basketball player named Franklin Delan. Oh it had been good. A straight suck and fuck. But it had been a great suck and fuck. The good vibrations from the orgasm that had travelled up and down her body were finally fading. But MaryJane knew there was more to come. 

The lights on the stage where she was sitting dimmed. 

The lights in the bowl which surrounded the stage and where the audience was seated were gradually getting brighter. 

The assembled multitude who had witnessed MaryJane's fucking were now standing, stretching, and murmuring their thoughts to each other about what they had just witnessed and about what they guessed the second way to fuck a slut would be.

From the pool of darkness in which she was now sitting, MaryJane discerned someone approaching her. It was Ray, Ray Massey. He was carrying a heavy handful of towels, obviously to get her ready for round two. He began the task of readying her. The towels he was carrying were thick and warm. He dried her and rubbed her shoulder muscles. He gave her a sip of sweet tasting tea to drink. She felt like a fighter between rounds. 

Then she heard Naria's voice in her ear. Naria wasn't on stage with her, but her voice was as clear as could be. "Good," Naria's voice said. "Ready for "The Second Way to fuck a slut?"

MaryJane Huffman smiled, "I sure am."

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WAY TWO

It was already wonderful. Way Two been underway for only a few minutes, but it seemed as every nerve of MaryJane Huffman's body was alive and on fire. Three men were engaged over her as she lay on the platform. 

MaryJane could only tell that they were large men and that they were well hung. And she knew that, whatever else, they were expert at what they were doing. 

Gentle hands were oiling her body. The men were nude, as she was, and she watched their swinging cocks as they moved around the platform in a well choreographed series of movements. A man moved from her leg to begin oiling her side from hip to neck. As that man moved, one of the other men took his place at MaryJane's leg and massaged it, gripping and squeezing and then each hand compressing the skin and muscles, his hands emollient, restorative. Her breasts were being kneaded. Their nipples touched. One of the men was rubbing her stomach.

She was feeling rested, good. And, of course, she was feeling libidinous, hungry to be fed a cock into her cunt.

MaryJane reached out to touch one of the men's cocks. It was just hanging there, not hard yet, flaccid, but still heavy and inviting. As she touched it, she felt its smooth shaft begin to harden. The thought that if she was able to get it fully erect, he would start to fuck her, give her what her body was beginning to so badly need.

But, the man gripped her hand and put it down on the table. "We do the work. You relax," the man said. "Wait." He added, smiling. 

Apparently, she thought, she would have no control of the situation. What the heck, MaryJane decided, she would just 'go with the flow.' First, she really had no choice in the matter. And, secondly, last time she had been without control things had worked out very well. 

The men were doing their work with what MaryJane Huffman could only regard as a well practiced expertise, so she heeded the man's advice. 

She relaxed, stopped thinking, and let the three well hung men continue their manipulation of her body, and, you know, it felt pretty good, pretty good indeed.

They were working wonderfully. One of them was standing behind her, massaging her shoulders. His hands squeezed, held and pulled. They pressed and massaged. She felt her shoulders completely at ease. And then the feeling spread to her neck. It moved up to her jaw line. It spread down to her upper chest and upper arms. She could feel her breasts flush and her nipples harden. All of that from one guy standing behind her with his prick hanging down. She could turn her face and catch a glance of the heavy organ as it hung loosely, swinging easily behind her ear, looking so delicious.

This was beginning to feel hot, very hot. MaryJane could feel her pussy getting wet. She felt her clit getting hard again.

Meanwhile, the second man was pushing the palm of one hand hard against her stomach. The heel of his hand, pulled the stomach upwards towards her chest, the pull reaching all the way to her groin area. The steady pull was drawing her sheath up, away from and freeing her clit. At the same time his other hand cupped her vaginal area but stayed still, didn't move at all. His hand just remained there, doing nothing but protecting her bush, her vulva, her cunt from view, from other stimulation, keeping her groin area separate from anywhere, anyplace else.

MaryJane was unable to stop her breathing from becoming deeper, faster, oh my god, louder. She thought that the gasping sounds she made as she inhaled could be heard at the top rows of the arena. 

The third man's hands gripped her calves. The flats of her feet were braced against his bare thighs. As he pulled her calves, she felt her thighs stretch taut from where they met her torso. She felt the tautness all the way to her toes. 

While her body was being pulled, pushed, stretched and relaxed, MaryJane fell into a feeling of calm and surrender. She was ready for whatever these wonderful men would do to her body!

Then, the man whose hand had been cupping her groin area moved the hand up towards her face. She was shocked, shocked, as, suddenly, she began to inhale an odor. Oh, my god, she thought, It was the odor of sex, her sex. The sharp, fulsome smell drifted into her nostrils; it invaded her being and added to the excitement that was permeating her body, that was swelling her breasts, wetting her cunt, causing the firm finger of her tingling clit to throb and ache for a touch. 

MaryJane Huffman, for certain, recognized the smell of her sex. But this odor was something more. She wondered if the men's pheromones were floating from them and mixing with her own smell to get her this excited. Pheromones. She remembered those days when she was still a teacher at Holy Mother of God High and how, in a small crowded classroom, with the male seniors dressed in their cadet uniforms she would walk the room's narrow aisles only to be assailed by the smells of those aroused young men. It was more than pheromones though. The smells then were so mixed.....sweat, deodorant, soap, dried cum, hair spray, shampoo and, of course, those powerful pheromones. And, of course, those amazing erections they all seemed to be showing all the time and that she couldn't stop from seeing. 

She hadn't as yet , those days, come to terms with her own slutishness, but her body had reacted, she remembered, by throwing out its own wet effluvium, her sweet, fulsome smell of sex and mixing it with that of the boys', and turning the classroom into a box of restrained sexual energy. She recalled her wild masturbating between classes, after classes, in her car, at home.

Those memories invaded her consciousness now. Her chest began heaving up and down and her being felt itself centered at her cunt. She tried desperately to move her hand to touch her shivering clit, but, once again, the man massaging her stomach held her hand and kept her from touching the tender, swollen, unsheathed, upright, throbbing clitoris which needed so much to be touched.. 

"Wait," he lowered his face close to hers and whispered into her ear.

She was not in pain, rather, she felt an exalted sense of excitement. Her body was rabid for relief. She was so in need of release from the sexual tension that she wanted to scream. 

Her vision blurred; her thinking became scattered; her nerves were on fire. She couldn't think a coherent thought. She was able to think only in images. Pictures of cocks were rampant around her. The cocks were tumescent and stunted, large and small, thick and thin. Pictures of her own cunt covered by her thick bush, images of her cunt lips opened, a likeness of her glistening pink vagina exposed, pictures of her tits, of her mouth sucking on a cock, pictures of cum splashing from a cock and onto her stomach---all of those pictures flashed through her mind. 

Then she felt the man's face closer to hers. His mouth was just brushing against her lips. She felt his tongue between the closed lips of his mouth just touch her lips and wet them.

She needed his cock, ANY COCK!!!!!

But all that was forthcoming was his tongue, now out from between his lips and intruding into her mouth.

Suddenly, his hand pressed down onto the simmering mound that was her cunt. 

His finger entered her soaking wet cunt. The heel of his palm pushed down against her clit. He kissed her on the lips. She felt his fingers curve inside of her cunt finding her G spot as the knuckles of his hand followed the fingers inside her cunt, filling her there. She felt hands all over her body, everywhere, squeezing and touching. She was being kissed on her lips, in her mouth, at her breasts and at her thighs.

And then:

And then:

She was coming!!!! And......

She let out an ear splitting scream of pure release, an exhaled expression of pleasure! 

Her scream increased its decibel volume so that it filled the stage and the auditorium. 

And it didn't lessen. It grew in strength as she shuddered, shook and trembled, yelling out a homage to the orgasm that was going on and on and on and on and on. 

She yelled more. Her scream lasted, it must have been half a minute before its intensity weakened and it lowered in decibels.

And, as her out outcry eased itself into a low, throaty groan and then a deep moan of pleasure, the witnesses to her pleasure, the men and mostly women sitting in their seats in the oval surrounding the stage, began to clap and shout themselves, applauding in a wave of exuberance that continued past even the time it took MaryJane to return to a near normality from the volcanic eruption of her orgasm.

Then MaryJane Huffman had just enough strength left to lift her knees and spread her thighs as she felt one of the men approach between her spread legs and begin to slide his enormous cock into her cunt and begin to fuck her. 

The crowd in the auditorium began a rhythmic clapping. Each of the three men who had massaged her to orgasm now took a turn sliding his cock deep into her vagina as she moaned and growled in profound delectability. The crowd's applause continued as the men went on with their deep penetration of MaryJane's cunt and as she uninterruptedly came and came and came some more. 

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WAY THREE

MaryJane Huffman had been as satisfied as a person could be after she had experienced WAY TWO. Her body was tinged pink and glowing as only a well-fucked young lady's body could be. Her mind was quiet and easy. Her muscles were relaxed and rested. Her soul, or whatever ineffable human condition one could describe as a soul, was content and at peace..

Way Three, which was now underway in the little theatre, was absolutely nothing like the previous sex. At the moment, MaryJane Huffman lay on the platform. She was surrounded by five men. She held the large cock of two of the men, one in her left and the other in her right hand and was maniacally pulling on each. At the same time she sucked on the large cock that filled her mouth. One other cock stuffed her cunt and pummeled its way in and out. The fifth cock was buried in her ass, a squishing sound accompanying its piston like movement into and outof of her ass.

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 15



 Although this chapter of "What Am I Doing Here" can be read as a stand-alone story, a bit more nuance, humor and understanding of situations is available for those readers who have read the earlier chapters. 


 1.  Ms. Huffman Is Reluctant.  Well, she is at first.  But, Submissive????



Ms. Huffman's lament: "If only he didn't have that cock. He was a jerk, but that dick of his did get her off!"  

"Look, Harold, you have got to tell me! You can't just do this."

Actually, this was a conversation she should have had an hour ago, before she had finally succumbed to his blandishments and agreed to take him to wherever they were now going.

MaryJane Huffman looked over at her former student. She was driving her car, taking him to some unknown destination. He just stared straight ahead. She wanted to slap him. She hated him. No, there was more. She really hated him. Hated him a lot. What bothered her now was the hard-on that tented his pants and that he was making no attempt to hide. That hard-on that should have been bringing her off.

"Are you listening to me?" she asked.

Harold showed no sign that he was paying her any attention. His lips were set in their customary smirk. His eyes met hers. He was well aware that she was unable to ignore the prominent evidence of his cock pressing up against his trousers. 

How did he do it? He showed up every time her cunt got hungry for cock!

Any time, it seemed, her slut mode took over her cunt, Harold would show up at her door. She'd be horny and walking around her apartment wondering which she would be using to get herself off, a dildo or vibrator? Which vibrator? In bed or in her living room? She'd be in the process of deciding, when, invariably, Harold would call. She would be watching one of her pornos, five fingers deep in her pussy and Harold  would be ringing her house phone from downstairs. She would be thinking about getting dressed and visiting the airport hotel bar, and, what do you know, Harold's ring tone would sound from her cell phone. 

Of course, He would end up in her apartment or she would end up as his chauffeur taking him to a fuck session he had devised for her. 

Her hard clit made her do it! He was good for not much. But taking care of her wet cunt, that he could do. So she had let him into her apartment. He had buzzed from downstairs at her condo.

But that was a couple of hours ago. Now was now and she was in her car taking Harold who knew where. And, shit's sake,  her needy cunt still had not been satisfied. 

"Damn it," she said, "You can't just come to my apartment and demand that I take you somewhere. And then you say that I don't have to know where I am taking you. You cannot do that!  You didn't even need my car. Your own car was right downstairs."

Harold spelled the word "ignore" with a half hooded droop of an eyelash, a deadpan expression and, a refusal to even look her way. He stuck his pinky in his ear, dug in, pulled the pinkie out and inspected it. MaryJane absolutely, without any reservation at all, not only hated Harold McCarthy, she disliked him too. 
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"Harold! Answer me!" MaryJane shouted.

He didn't react except to dig his hand deep into his pant's pocket. The fucking stupid son of a bitch was fondling his pecker. He wasn't trying to hide what he was doing. She was clearly able to see the outline of his fist encircling his cock and gently massaging the tool. He was fucking a lot more tender with that cock than he ever was with her cunt.

MaryJane slammed her hand against the steering wheel. "Answer me!" she repeated.

Harold was pissed. He was only trying to help her out, but she wouldn't cooperate. Always complaining, always arguing. I mean, he thought, he was trying to teach her about being submissive. And submissives don't argue.

"Hang a right here," he commanded. .

"What?" MaryJane shouted, only narrowly avoiding a collision with another car as she turned into the side street he had indicated. "You didn't even give me the chance to flip on my turn signal."

"Fuck your flippin' signal," Harold said. "Turnin' into this street when I said to was the first thing you done right. You are one big pain in the ass. You don't do nothing but complain. You don't want to go where I tell you, just don't go. Park the car."

She signaled and turned the car into a grocery parking lot. I guess, that's the second thing I did right, she thought. "Just tell me. All you have got to do is tell me where we are going to. Shit, I could program the GPS that way. That's all. You have me transporting you in my car, but you don't tell me anything about where I am going."

"I told you that you don't got to know. You gotta just do what I tell you to do."

"But I want to know!" 

"You don't know what you need. What you need is a cock in your cunt, but you ain't getting it. Not yet, anyways." Until this moment, Harold had been watching the shoppers entering and leaving the grocery. Finally, he looked over at MaryJane Huffman and made eye contact. "The whole reason we are here in this car and you are driving me somewhere is for you to learn that you should do what I tell you to do. But, no, you got to argue and ask questions. You don't know how to take orders."

MaryJane Huffman continued to lock stares with Harold.  "Does that mean you are going to tell me where this is that you're having me drive to? Or aren't you going to tell me?"

Harold remembered when Ms. Huffman was his teacher at Holy Mother of God. She was always asking questions, "Mr. McCarthy, what do you think she meant when she said that 'Hope is a thing with feathers.'" Who cared what some dame from over a hundred years ago, Emma Dick or something, meant when she wrote a poem? Fuck that. 'You know what Mrs. Huffman,' Harold had wanted to say, 'I hope I can feather your cunt with my man-tool.'

She wasn't his teacher now; so he wasn't going to answer her now. She was a slut. He didn't owe her nothing but a good fucking. He looked straight ahead.  

The sneer on his lips was the exact same sneer she had seen the very first time MaryJane had spotted him in her class. MaryJane Huffman couldn't remember a time the sneer wasn't the most prominent aspect of Harold's physiognomy. It had been there when she had first seen his pimpled face in the back of the room, a student years ago in the English class she taught at Holy Mother of God High. The sneer was there then, and it had remained a feature of his face in his every interaction with her since. It was there when he   told her that she was a slut and ought to face up to it. The sneer was there when she did 'face up to it.' It was there when they fucked and wherever they fucked... The sneer was there when she blew him and swallowed his cum, when they argued, when they agreed, even now, still.

He was looking at her with a sideways glance. She was beneath responding to

"Why am I doing this?" MaryJane Huffman demanded of herself. Why she had come so far with this unpleasant character was beyond any logical apprehension. Wanting her pussy filled wasn't a logical proposition.

Less than two hours ago he had appeared at her building, ringing the buzzer and asking her to let him in. And now here she was in a grocery store parking lot, him sitting next to her fondling that cock she couldn't stop staring at, and she still had no idea of where she was going and why.

"Turn around," he said finally. "Go back. This ain't going to work."

"What isn't going to work?" she asked. 

"It don't matter. Just go home." He was too nice, that was the problem. He had come into her apartment,  pushed her against the wall, pressed his body against hers, let her feel his hard-on pushing against her cunt and told her that they had to go, leave right then. He hadn't even given her time to get dressed properly. She had taken off her underwear, panties and bra before letting him into the apartment. She was so horny and the button-up-the-front summer weight dress that she could pull over her head in a second was all she was wearing. Her slutty, stupid cunt, just like it always did when Harold touched her, began to gush its lubricating juice as soon as he had pushed her against the wall and pressed his cock against her.. Her pussy lips had separated, open and wet. Harold was able to smell sex as it radiated from her cunt... 

But he hadn't even tried to take care of the itch. He just told her that she had to come with him. She tried to argue, but he refused to listen, and she, stupidly, had followed.  It was her cunt that made her do it.

And now they were here in a grocery parking lot and he was telling her never to mind, that they should go back to her place. If she wouldn't listen, they wouldn't go. Fuck her.
He was trying to learn her how to be a good slut. She didn't want to learn, fuck her.

As she retraced the drive back to her place, neither spoke. She turned on the radio, he turned it off. She cleared her throat. He sat in silence. When the car was safely in its parking place, neither made a move to get out. 

Finally she turned towards her door as if to open it. But he put his hand on her thigh.  Fuck, her pussy began lubricating itself again.

His big hand was under the hem of her dress. He was running his hand along the bare skin of her thigh slowly, smoothly. Her cunt was all wet again. She hated this, that this miserable former student could, just by touching her, get her fluids gushing, her heart beating, her tits electric and her clit pulsing. She needed to be fucked. She needed a cock in her cunt! But all he was doing was talking about her following orders.

Without conscious thought, MaryJane Huffman moved her knees, parting her legs a bit more than they had been parted, giving Harold more room to move his hand up closer to her needy cunt. 

So, he moved his hand up to where it was maybe an inch, maybe less than an inch from her cunt. His pinky touched the loose, hanging open fold of her labia. "You are such a cunt, such a slut," he said. 

She said nothing. What could she say? He was right. She was a slut. She had confirmed that over and over again to him and to herself when she had sucked him off behind a dumpster, fucked him in the back of her car, in her own bed and in his college dorm. She had confirmed her slutiness when she had allowed him to put her into the middle of a gang bang, not once but three times, maybe four. Hell, why was she sitting here in her car with him if she wasn't a slut? 

She got so wet. She felt his hand tighten its grip on her thigh.  

"Ok, Harold. That's enough. Let me go. I'm getting out of this car and going to my apartment." After a second, she added, "You can come up too if you want."

She felt him slip a finger into her wet hole. 

"Harold, what do you think you're doing? We are in a public place. Stop it."

"Jaysus....you are nuthin but a cruddy cock tease," Harold McCarthy said. He pulled his finger out of her sopping hole. He put the finger to his nose, inhaling deeply. "You smell like a total slut." 

"Thank you Harold. Let's get out now and I'll go home and you can come up with your slut or you can go home. It was nice seeing you again," she said.  

She unbuckled her seat belt. He made no move to either remove his seat belt or even shift in his seat to prepare for leaving the car. She waited for him to indicate in some way that he was going to begin to leave. He didn't do anything.

She glared at him. . 

He still didn't do anything.

"Harold, get out of my car," she said finally.







"You was a teacher. But you are a stupid bitch."

"Get out."

"You don't even know where I was taking you."

"You wouldn't tell me, goddamn it."

"You wanna know?" he asked.

"Why, are you going to tell?" she countered.

She could take the keys, get out and go up to her apartment, leaving Harold to his own devices. She didn't need him. She had her battery powered friends and long, thin, fat and skinny dildos. She put her hand on the key in the transmission, ready to pull the key out. 

Harold's voice interrupted before she took the key out.

"All I am doing is trying to get you off, trying to get you your best fucking ever. But you keep on just asking questions." He sounded truly aggrieved.

Mrs. Huffman started to open her mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but stifled the question. It would be easier, she decided, to hear whatever it was that he wanted to complain to her. And the honest to god truth was that Harold did deliver the orgasms she craved. Most of the time. 

She shut her mouth. She would hear him out. It couldn't hurt, could it?

Harold looked over at her. Waddaya know, she wasn't getting out of the car. She was starting to get smart. He turned towards her. He reached over and pulled her seat belt over her body and buckled it back up again.. "You look like you're getting ready to jump away from me with the belt off."

MaryJane knew that she should be unbuckling the seat belt but decided to wait. 

"You gotta be a better slut. A slut has gotta want a cock. You don't got to argue when someone tells you something. Just do it. Like in the army, just follow orders. You want to get fucked and cum? You wanna be a real slut, a good slut, just do what I tell you."



MaryJane Huffman did not know what his explanation meant. But he was trying, which was more than he had done before. Not so much by his argument, but heavily influenced by the heat of his hand that was back fondling her thigh, the memory of his brush against her breasts, and the recollection of an orgasmic fuck sessions she had enjoyed with his friends, she made her decision.: Ms. Huffman reasoned this way: She was a slut. Her dealings with Harold McCarthy on an interpersonal relationship, sucked. But her dealings with Harold when it came to sex and getting her off were very good. Hell, if she graded him on sex alone, and if she could disregard his smirk and his odor, she would, in truth, have to give him an A. Actually, an A+.

She looked over at Harold and nodded her head. She was a slut. She loved to fuck. Sometimes she needed to be fucked. It was Harold who had helped her come to terms with her sluthood and helped her fulfill her sluthood.

MaryJane listened carefully as Harold responded to her nod. 

His voice was its whinney self, but she put that behind her and listened, as he spoke. "From now on, you don't even think about deciding anything anymore. You don't got to decide even yes or no about anything. And you only can even say anything if I ask you or say it's okay for you to ask."

She thought she could deal with his rules. Well, she could deal with it at least just long enough to see what would happen. She needed to be fucked. So bad!  

Instead of taking the key from the transmission, MaryJane turned the engine on. She started to back out of her parking spot.  

"A slut can't just do whatever she wants," Harold said, "She's gotta be like subordi///suber, Submissive. Yeah, submissive, that's what. All I am trying to get you to do is be more submissive. It's like when you was a teacher."

 "I still am." 

"Yeah, yeah, at a fuckin' all girl's sissy school, whatever. You still a teacher, ok, but like the students in your class, if they're submissive and listen to you then they learn good. So, if you listen to me, the same way with you.  I'm trying to help you become a better slut. Play the game. Just listen to me. Don't I do you right always" 

Ms. Huffman stayed silent.  

She drove the car back the same way she had been driving earlier when they had turned away for her to go home. She would try. She would see what Harold had prepared. Fuck it, she was a slut. She was horny. To do anything else but follow through with what Harold McCarthy was proposing would be a contradiction to the concept of her being a slut! Shit, it would get in the way of her getting his hard cock in her needy cunt.

She would see what would happen. She had known Harold McCarthy for a long time. How bad could it be?



3.  Ms. Huffman Learns Submissive.  What's It All About??




The room wasn't hot, but she was sweating. She could feel droplets of sweat beading on her chest just below her neck. 

She couldn't see anything but vague shapes in the darkness all around her. A spotlight was situated so that it shone from above her head to illuminate just the place where she was sitting. Two other lights were shining straight at her. The rest of the room was dark, making it impossible for her to see anything but her own body and the floor beneath her feet. 

She was able to hear breathing, an occasional whispered conversation and some shuffling of feet, but, mostly, the room she was in was quiet. Harold. And, obviously, some other people were there in the room with her, but she was alone in the spotlight. 

She was beginning to think that agreeing to this was crazy. If it wasn't for the fact that her pussy was soaked, her clit excited and the skin of her body from her thighs to her chest electric, she would have said her safeword, fled the room, left Harold and whoever else was there and gone home. Except, her cunt was betraying her.

Harold had given her a "safeword." If she said it, this was over and, he swore, she would go home. He explained that there was some law that said you had to have a safeword.

 He was a pain in the ass and totally uncouth. But she trusted him to keep his promise to stop whatever was going on the instant she used the safeword. She repeated the safe word in her mind to make sure she remembered it, "Oxymoron," was the word. "Oxymoron." All she had to do was say it out loud and whatever was going on would end. Harold had promised.

She was sitting in a pool of light at the edge of a bed, her dress buttoned, both feet on the floor. So far nothing had happened. She just sat there and waited. She had no idea of what was going to occur from here on in. The only thing she had agreed to do was to obey Harold's  commands, one by one, one at a time. And, if she didn't want to continue, she could say the secret word and the game would be over. But until she said the safeword she had to follow his orders without delay, without question. That was what she had agreed to, well, what her rummy cunt had made her agree to.

He just wanted to give her a taste of what being submissive would be like. She was a slut, wasn't she? 

She had never before thought that Harold's presence in the room with her would be a comfort. He had brought her into this dark room and told her where to sit. She wondered for the fiftieth time in the last silent ten minutes whether she had made a right decision. She felt sweat gathering above her breasts. Her chest lifted and sank with each breath she took. Her nipples were hard. Her clit was tingling. Her pussy was wet. The inside of her thighs were screaming to be touched. Mrs.Huffman realized that this thing that Harold had set up was, so far, doing its job, pushing her libido to the edge of a great orgasm.  

"Separate your knees a bit more," Harold's voice brought her attention back to the present situation. 

She hadn't realized that her knees were pressed together, not out of any sense of modesty, but to add just a little bit of extra pleasure pressure on her pussy lips. . She moved her knees further apart. 
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"Stand up," Harold's voice came to her from somewhere in the surrounding dark 

Without arguing or even thinking about it, she stood up.

"Tell the people here who you are," was his next command.

She tried once again to see who the people in the room were, how many there were, what they looked like. But that was impossible.  "My name is MaryJane Huffman," she said.

"Tell them who you are," Harold's voice was more forceful.

"I am a teacher. I was Harold McCarthy's English teacher when he was a student at Holy Mother of God High School in Dover Falls. Last year, I switched schools and began to teach at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings at Beaver Hills." She wondered why she had agreed to go along with this, why she didn't end this game. She would have, except her heart was beating wildl, blood was engorging her pubes..




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 15



"The slut couldn't stay straight at a boy's school," Harold interrupted. "You're a dirty slut. Admit it," he added. Harold's tone was insistent.

 "I am a slut." She said. Her clit quivered.

"And?" 

"I am here because Harold always gets this slut what she needs when she needs it." Just saying that got her even more excited..

"We got some history between us, don't we?" Harold said.

Ms. Huffman didn't think she needed to say anything.

"Answer my question," Harold's voice was loud. MaryJane thought she heard a snicker from one of the people still hidden in the dark part of the room. Maybe she ought to say the safeword and end this. But her pussy kept on getting wetter and wetter.  So, still standing in the pool of light, she peered into the dark room, trying to see the people to whom she was speaking,. "Yes, we have a shared history," she confessed. Her nipples were so hard.
.
 "Nice, very good," she heard Harold say. "Now, let our guests see a little more of that sexy body of yours. Unbutton your dress."

She looked down. The dress was held closed by six buttons which ran down from just above her breasts to just below her crotch. She wore nothing under her summer weight, flowery dress, no panties, no brassiere.  

Her trembling cunt made her comply with Howard's command. MaryJane felt her face flush. She imagined that some of the crowd in the room were laughing at her.  

She was breathing hard. Her pussy was on fire.   She began to unbutton her dress, starting with the top button.

 One of the people in the room said something to Harold; she didn't hear what, but Harold explained. "Manny here, he asked if you was really my teacher, and how did you become my slut."

MaryJane's face flushed at the question.

"Tell him. Tell us all."

She thought for a minute: how did she get involved with Harold? He was one of those who had fucked her the first time, one of the five after she had foolishly flirted with them and after they had put something in her drink and she was mostly passed out:  "My students drugged me and gang banged me during a trip when I was chaperoning them. Then I kept on fucking them when they blackmailed me. Even when the blackmail ended, I continued fucking them. .I continued fucking them because I was a slut. 

"I was a real slut! Harold made me know that I was, and he fucked me everywhere. I fucked and jacked him off in my car. I sucked him off behind a dumpster near my house. We fucked and sucked in his dormitory room in college. He had me in gangbangs." 

She let her voice trail off. She was pretty sure that at least one of the people in the room had his cock out and was jacking off. She could hear the unmistakable pt-pt-pt-pt sound of that. She wondered how the cock felt in the guy's hand. How big was it? Her legs felt weak. She was a bit frightened, but she felt herself unburdened and excited to be revealing herself to these guys with their cocks out..


A voice came out of the blackness, a question aimed at Harold. "What she said, about gang bangs and all that, is she tellin' the skinny?"

"She said every word true," Harold replied. "She is a true slut and she knows it. Tell 'em," the last was directed at MaryJane.

Pt-pt-pt-pt sounded from the dark. Pt, pt, pt ptptpt. It was the perfect background sound as MaryJane nodded. "Yes, I am a slut. I need to get fucked."  

Harold's voice rang out again, "show us how you like to have your tits played with."

She showed them. She brought her hands up to her tits and began to knead them, press and squeeze them. She felt her nipples extend even more. Her aureoles darkened. She was embarked on a road to a gigantic orgasm, 

."I like to have my tits manipulated like this. When I do this my pussy gets wet and wetter," she said, mashing her pert breasts together, pulling her nipples to elongate them. She placed her hands underneath her breasts.  She thrust her chest forward.  Her hands fondled her breasts, weighing their heft. She smiled at her still unseen audience.

A sudden wave of electric excitement pulsed through her dilated labia and into her wet vagina. She knew that when she came finally, her orgasm would be amazing. 
.
Her dress was now completely opened. 

She shook it off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet. 

"Nice bush," she heard one of the people in the dark exclaim. 

"How come she don't shave it," another voice asked.

"Tell 'em why you don't shave your cunt," Harold commanded.

"I smell better this way  Makes guys want to go down on me. My cunt odors attach themselves to my cunt hair. Guys want to lick the smell. 

"The hair also keeps my cunt warmer when I go without panties. Most of the time I go without panties." 

 Her pussy and tits had been aroused for quite a while. Now she was feeling the tingle of arousal just about everywhere on her body, from the soles of her feet, which she realized were still moving up and down, to the top of her forehead, which was dripping sweat.  She waited a second, then continued her answer to the pussy bush question, "I am a grown woman and don't want my pussy to look like a baby's."

"Put your finger in there." That was Harold again.  She did what he said: 

This time there was no hesitation. MaryJane Huffman turned the wrist of her right hand, extended her forefinger and guided it to slide right past her wide open pussy lips and straight into her sopping wet cunt. Oh, it felt so good. Oh, it was almost, not quite, but almost as good as if someone's big fat cock was in her pussy.  

While she waited for the next command from Harold,  she raised herself up on her toes, her finger still in her warm, wet pussy. Then lowered the heels of her feet slowly until she was standing firm and flat footed, her finger further embedded into the sweet  pinkness of her vagina. 

She heard an inbreathing from someone in the crowd.

 She raised her self up on her toes again, this time tightening her calve muscles. The people surrounding her could see the tight curve of her lower leg. She still couldn't see any of the people in the room with her, but she knew they were staring at her. MaryJane, was a slut; she could feel their stares. 

MaryJane tightened her quads. The muscles she had gained in her daily runs and work in the gym were displayed tight now against the taut skin of her smooth thighs.  

One of the guys in the crowd spoke to Harold. "Get her to play more with her tits again."
Apparently, it was only Harold who could give commands to her.

"Yeah, let's see you squish those tits a bit more. Like you was doing before." Harold spoke.

Again, Ms. MaryJane Huffman, obedient slut, without any hesitation, did as she was told:

Ms. Huffman stood stolidly at her place in the spotlight and continued to play with her tits...as commanded. 

She was a slut. A good submissive slut.  

The crowd in the room were mostly silent. Listening carefully, MaryJane was able to hear the pt-pt sounds of the guys masturbating, the zipper sound as the guys opened their trousers to free their cocks, the hard breathing of men in heat. "Let's see her ass," one of them muttered.  

It was an odd feeling, listening to them speak about her as if she was a thing. She felt like when she was locked in a cubicle in the lady's room at school and two other teachers walked in talking about her. 

"Turn around!" Harold's voice broke into her thoughts.

She turned around, let the pt pt pt crowd there in the dark see the pear shaped curve of her ass cheeks.  "Take cock in her ass?" someone in the crowd asked Harold.

"Tell em." It was Harold, speaking to her.

MaryJane looked into the darkness.  "I do anal. Harold was the first to have my ass. He made me come." As she said this, she felt seeping cunt juice flow along the hot walls of her needy pussy

"This is really something," a voice said.

"She just does anything Harold tells her," another voice said

She felt her clit quiver in its hood.

One more voice: "Hey, Harold. You think you can get her to finger fuck her own ass?"

She was breathing hard.  What was she to these people? She was a bunch of holes available for them to fill. 

MaryJane Huffman waited for Harold McCarthy's next order. Her cunt had been and was at that moment oozing its natural lubricant, slicking its pink walls and red-brown pudenda.Her tits were a bundle of excited nerve endings. 

"You think she got a pretty ass, you gotta see her bent over." That bit of wisdom was uttered by Harold to those assembled in the dark. His next statement was directed at Ms. Huffman. "Hey, why don't you bend over and show them your ass and cunt from behind."

Would you believe that Harold's crude command would arouse MaryJane even more? Believe it! She bent and turned; she spread her legs to offer a clean view between her thighs; her ass pointed to the sky, her hands flat on the floor. She shuddered.

"Wow," she heard someone exclaim from the darkness. 

She knew what they were looking at. She could feel them staring. at her fleshy woman's meat, flushed red-brown. She had been told that her cunt lips were sexy, big, fat, puffy and open. 



 4. Finally, Finally. Let The Fucking Begin. Oh Yes??




"Marvin!" Harold's voice broke the awed silence. "Marvin," he continued, "Get your ass over here."

A moment later, after the sound of feet shuffling and a zipper being pulled up, a young man, Marvin presumably, appeared, moving into the spotlight next to Mrs. Huffman.. He was slight of build, medium height, sandy haired, between 18 and 20 years of age.

"Introduce yourself and shake the slut's hand," Harold ordered.

Marvin extended his right arm and shook hands with MaryJane. "Pleased to meet you," he said 

"Likewise, I'm sure," Mrs. Huffman replied.

"What is this likewise bullcrap?". Harold interrupted. "You think this is some high society tea or something?"

"We were just..." Mrs. Huffman started to say.

"Don't argue," Harold said. "You promised not to argue."

MaryJane didn't reply. 

"Okay, here's the deal," Harold was speaking to MaryJane, "Marvin here, Mr. LikewiseImSure to you," just got legal yesterday. Became 18 years old. Look at 'em, ain't he a handsome piece of legal man-meat for you?"

Mrs. Huffman thought the question rhetorical, so she did not answer. She did, however, slightly nod her head in agreement.

"But do you realize," Harold continued, "That Marvin here has never fucked a girl. Always been too shy to ask, his really religious parents watched him like a hawk. Hey, Marvin, you want to learn how to fuck?"

Marvin nodded his head, yes. MaryJane saw his adam's apple bob. So cute.she thought.

"Okay," said Harold. He turned to Mrs. Huffman. "Slut, you are a teacher. Teach Marvin how to fuck. There's a bed over there."

That sounded like an order.  MaryJane Huffman, submissive slut, took Marvin's hand in hers and moved to where Harold indicated the bed was. It wasn't a bed. It was a mattress on the floor, but, thankfully, it looked reasonably clean. . She Walked towards the mattress, still holding Marvin's hand.. No time for a lesson plan. She would do what Harold had told her to do. 

She was alert. She was following orders. She was a submissive slut. But, she was also hot, her cunt on fire, her clit twitching with a life of its own, her whole body an electric bunch of nerve endings. 

Marvin's cock felt nice, hefty, substantial. First, she'd better get him to relax.

She said, "This very good looking cock is built to deliver great pleasure, to you and to the lucky woman into whom you will deliver it."  Mrs. Huffman bent, gave the head of his fully tumescent cock a lick and a kiss. "Here, smell me," she told Marvin. She guided his head down toward her cunt.  He inhaled. "That's the smell of a woman in heat, the smell of a woman who needs to be fucked. When you smell that smell, you be ready to send your cock into where the smell is coming from."  

 The slut in her was going to get a good fucking. And it was going to be soon.

"Taste it," she told Marvin, "Taste my wet cunt. Oh, you're going to be sending this sweet cock of yours deep into my warm cunt." Good boy, he was licking the lips of her cunt. She softly patted the top of his head. His tongue reached her clit.

 "Oh, yes," she suddenly sang out, "Yes, yes, yes. Right there. Right where you are. Yes, yes, yes. Oh my god."

She was maybe one lick away from an orgasm. Then

She felt his hands tighten their grip at the top of her thighs. She felt his tongue curl upwards higher into her cunt. She felt a brushing against her clit and, finally, oh, finally,  she had been waiting for this, finally, her clit began quivering as it strummed a shiver of orgasmic cumming up and down and around her whole body. To say merely that Mrs. MaryJane Huffman came would be an understatement. 

She had a massive orgasm! Huge!

Was this crazy? Was it all just weird? MaryJane was on a mattress in a dark room with 18-year-old never-been-fucked-before Marvin. All around them, she and Marvin, she could hear the pt-pt sound of guys jacking off, their heavy breathing, and, in one instance at least, the unmistakable sound of a groan and a guy cumming. And, she, her self, was just laying there breathing back into the present, recovering from her fabulous orgasm.

She put the guys jacking off out of her mind. Still work to do. She needed to take care of Marvin. She couldn't believe that being a submissive slut for Harold could lead to cumming like she had just cum. She moved and helped arrange Marvin's muscular body over hers. First, to the missionary position.

They were lying down. She was on her back, her legs were spread, her arms were outstretched to welcome him as he lay down on top of her. They kissed, his tongue mingling with hers. She tasted her own juices still on his lips, Their chests rubbed.. Her nipples burned. His stomach ground against hers. Electric explosions of pure pleasure erupted every place their bodies touched. She felt his large cockhead at the entrance to her cunt and pulled his body closer, guiding his hard cock into her greedy cunt. It slid in. He pumped into her once. He pumped twice. At his third pump he exploded, sending a torrent of cum swirling into and the narrowest crevices and the deepest recesses of her vagina.  She held him inside her cunt and felt his cock slowly deflate. 

Okay, she thought, they were now even. One cum apiece. But MaryJane was not going to rest on her laurels, nor let Marvin rest on his.

Thank the lord, Marvin was just eighteen. It wouldn't take too long .With proper stimulation, he'd soon be ready to fuck again! MaryJane Huffman bent over Marvin's crotch, held his wet, near-flaccid cock in her hands and opened her mouth wide 

To render the proper stimulation.

She ran her tongue slowly down the underside of his shaft, beginning just below its head
and sliding down to his balls, then licking his balls.  Her hand gripped the shaft. Her mouth moved upwards towards its bulbous head. She sucked hard, vacuuming her cheeks tight to draw his cock into her mouth, her tongue swishing around his trapped shaft, her hand caressing the base of his cock until she felt it getting hard again. 

He was hard enough so she could get him to learn how to fuck in the doggie position.

Several stimulations of various types later, and many magnificent orgasms --- for Marvin as well as for MaryJane--- later, they lay spread out on the mattress, resting. She didn't think he'd be getting it up again. They had fucked everyway from next week .to last year. Harold had interceded to suggest positions and actions. But now Marvin certainly looked all fucked out and she knew she was all fucked out from the vigorous pounding, rimming and sucking they had just engaged in. So, Marvin lay there in a fetal position, his tongue hanging out, a well-fucked happy smile on his face. She just lay there, her muscles slack as she recalled a moment or more than a moment, many moments from her recent fucking.

Those masturbators  in the dark around her were still at it, but she wasn't sure if they would be getting at her. Then she heard Harold's voice.

"Oxycontin" he yelled. 




 5. Is that all there is?  Not for Harold and Mrs. Huffman...



"Oxycontin?" Mrs. Huffman asked.

"Oxycontin," Harold answered, "It's the  safeword. Don't you remember?"

"The safeword was oxymoron, moron," she said. 

"Oxymoron, oxycontin, what's the difference? You just said it anyhow, the safe word. Hey, I promised that if you said it, everything would stop. It's over. It is time for you to get dressed.

MaryJane stared at Harold, a perplexed look on her face. Her mouth was open. The experience with Marvin had been satisfactory, more than satisfactory. MaryJane Huffman was feeling quite good. She was on a relaxed-from-cumming-high at the moment and thought that she could handle some more sex. Thought? She was ready for more. Her cunt was ready to grab a cock and her clit was ready to strum in rhythm to that cock. 

She thought of asking Harold about continuing with the sex but realized that she had promised not to challenge or argue with him.

"You look like you're disappointed, like you want more," Harold said. His face wore its ever-present smirk.

She didn't say anything. She wanted to question Harold, but staying in her submissive mode, not arguing, just doing, seemed to have worked out, and MaryJane figured she would go along with Harold.  

"You are such a slut," he said. "You look like you're ready for more fuckin."

Mrs. Huffman couldn't dispute Harold's statement. She looked around for her clothing, actually just the summer dress and her shoes, she hadn't worn underwear to this event.

Her shoes were right there, next to the mattress. Her dress was pooled loose on the floor  underneath the room's single source of light. She gathered the clothing and put it on. 

Dressed now, MaryJane Huffman walked over to where Marvin lay, totally worn out, his cock flaccid but his face fixed in a permanent smile. Marvin pushed himself up to speak  with her. 

"You learned very quickly." She smiled at Marvin. "You did me great. And some day you are going to make some women very happy with that very nice tool of yours." She gave him a friendly kiss on his forehead. She gave his cock a friendly squeeze but got only the merest twitch for a response. "It was very nice meeting you."

"Likewise, I'm sure," Marvin said.

From somewhere to her right, MaryJane heard Howard snigger, "Okay, now I know it's time to go." He looked over at Marvin. "You did Okay. Enjoy yourself?"

Marvin nodded his head, his face all smiles.

Harold noticed that Mrs. Huffman was dressed, so he pointed with his chin to a corner of  the room where the door was. "Don't forget to tell your uncle how much you liked his birthday present," were his parting words to Marvin. He said nothing to the guys who had watched the performance.  He reached the door and opened it. He and MaryJane walked out the door and walked to her car. It was early evening a still light outside. 

She reached her car and got in. For a quarter of a second or so she considered not opening the passenger side door for Harold, but the feeling fled, and she clicked his door open.
He got in and tightened his seat belt. "Wow!" Harold said, "get a whiff of yourself." 

Mrs. Huffman understood that it was difficult for a person to clearly identify his or her own smell. Well, generally that was true, but in the confines of her car, right now, she was able to smell what Harold had said. The odor of her sex, Marvin's cum and both their sweat reeked through the car. MaryJane loved the smell; it reminded her of the great orgasm she had just a while ago so enjoyed.. She'd air the car out tomorrow before she went anywhere. Right now, she just wanted to wallow in the smell. 




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 15



"Had a good time, didn't ya?" Harold asked her.

She nodded yes. "You got something out of this. Didn't you?" she asked, her eyes mainly on the road, darting to glance at him "Those guys watching, did they pay to watch?"

Harold gave MaryJane a dirty look, "You got a suspicious mind, ya know," he said.

MaryJane knew that Harold often profited in some way or an other from his sex exploits  with her, but she let it slide. She usually got her needed slut fuck and some good orgasms from his schemes. If he got some favors in return, she couldn't really complain. She glanced over at him. He was looking satisfied and smug. Mrs. Huffman wondered if he was thinking about his next plan for exploiting her sexual needs. What was left for him? Would he try to get her involved in bondage or S&M, maybe sell her, lesbian action, get her to make a movie? 

She thought that maybe she would be adamant about turning him away next time he rang her doorbell. Maybe it was time for her to start taking responsibility for her own sexual escapades. She just didn't like Harold McCarthy. She looked over at him. He was so smug with that smirk on his face. She looked down and saw that his pants were tented again and his hand was deep in his pocket. He didn't have any class at all. He was a complete jerk. His hard-on did look healthy, though. She wondered if that bump in his trousers was as appealing as it appeared or whether she was just still horny or the sex smell in the car was getting to her.

The car was approaching her apartment. "You want to come up for a cup of coffee?" she asked Harold.



The End.   
Votes...and.comments would be appreciated.
ILienBagby



What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 16



 It is not necessary to read the earlier chapters, though it might be interesting.

What Am I Doing Here? Ch.16  

 Because of dirty towels on the bathroom floor???



 Awake But where is Harold 

Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to open them. MaryJane Huffman did not want to get up. 

Why didn't she want to get up?

Fucking Harold was there. That is why. Here in her apartment. 

He wasn't in the bed with her, thank God for small favors. She was stretched out and alone in the bed. No loud nasal breathing from Harold; no arms outstretched pulling the blankets off of her; no big ass taking up room on her half of the bed. All good. No big cock snug in her hot cunt, not that good. 

Someday, maybe someday soon, she would have to end this with Harold. But she didn't want to think about that right now.

It was warm under the blanket, so nice. 

That pungent, acidy odor of good, hard sex recently finished off was comforting in the dark space between mattress and cover—She loved it because, let's face it, the sex did it for her. A good night of fucking got rid of that distracting itch that hit her every so often. MaryJane, as Harold was so fond of reminding her, was a slut, and she needed her fucking. Harold had spent the night, and if there was anything she was positive of after last night, after any night with Harold really, it was that she was an es el yu tee, a slut with a capital S. 

Be that as it was, at the moment she was waking up a tired, satisfied---after a night of fucking, sucking, fucking and sucking, grunting, grunting and screaming, cumming and cumming ---slut. What else could you call her after she had her fill of dirty, hard driving sex with uncharming Harold, eight years her junior, her former student.

But slut or not, a steaming cup of coffee was what she needed if she wanted to get her eyes opened, her mind working., 

Mary Jane Huffman tumbled herself out of bed. Quickly, she slipped on the extra-large green-on-white Notre Dame T shirt that had been lying on the floor next to the bed. A quick sniff confirmed the grand odor of sweat and sex still oozing from the shirt.

The sound of water running in the shower informed her as to where Harold McCarthy was in her apartment. "Shit," she thought to herself. She pulled down the hem of her t-shirt as far as it would go. No bare flesh, well none from maybe an inch above her knees! She didn't need to get Harold started. She didn't need to get herself started. And that was what would happen if Harold started. They would end up back in bed. Or on the couch. Or maybe on the floor. Somewhere. 

But right now, she needed coffee. 

She walked into the kitchen. Fuck ,Fuck, FUCK, FUUCCKKK! 

He hadn't started the coffee. She had shown him how, set everything up last night, water, grounds, seep time. 

He only needed to push the red button that was marked "START" and the Grind and Brew would do everything else. Her directions must have confused his little mind.

Worthless fuckass.   She started the coffee herself, muttering blasphemous reflections on his upbringing, reliability, existence. She needed her coffee.

She wanted to strangle him as she looked at the empty coffee pot now filling, but oh too slowly. 

It was at that exact moment that Harold McCarthy made his grand entrance. Jaunty, jolly, he came out of the bathroom, entering into the kitchen, all smiles, bopping. Harold's voice, nasal, off rhythm but loud, suddenly filled the until-then quiet space. He was quoting 50 Cents without Cent's rhythm, sans the rapper's lilt, "...We could toast the good life girl, we could have it all ..." Harold had come in last night reciting words from the rap about a pimp tempting a girl. He was still reciting the words, the sound of his voice even worse than the smirk on his face Yes, MaryJane Huffman would have to end this situation with Harold.

"Would you please not repeat those stupid lyrics, please so early in the day?"

He gave no sign that he heard what she had said. 

He continued drying himself, humming as he pulled the twisted up towel over his back. It was one of her thick, fluffy towels, one of her favorites. His cock, his big fat almost seven inch cock, swung freely between his legs in counter-rhythm to the towel's movement.

Fucking ass hole. 

He turned around. His back was to her as he pranced around the room still mumbling words from the rap. She stared at his ass jiggling with each step. Fat ass, thighs hairy and ugly, legs too thin to offer anything but meager support for his unimpressive body. 

For the millionth and one time MaryJane wondered how that so unprepossessing body of his could coax so much earth shattering cumm, so many cataclysmic orgasms from her. 

He was a boor. He was rude. He was without a sense of humor. For sure, he was not good looking. He could fuck, though. He fucked, MaryJane thought, like a master violinist playing Tchiakovsky's violin concerto. :Oh, he played her clit like it was a violin alright: His cock did it all. It attacked. It made slow love. It stroked into her cunt hard. It established a cadence and suddenly changed it. And, yes, it coaxed bass notes from low and screaming soprano tones of orgasm from up high. And he did it over and over again as they fucked..

But she needed, in spite of that, to end these liaisons.  MaryJane Huffman shook her head. She did not like Harold McCarthy, not at all. She was adamant about not liking him although, somehow, he managed every month or maybe three or four months or so to telephone or e-mail or skype, or somehow convince her in that wheedling tone of voice of his that she needed to permit him a visit, allow that cock into her cunt. Fact was, it was as if he had timed her. He seemed to call just those days when she was real horny, when she was in need, when her body shouted to be fucked. Slut she was. 

Cunt dripping, clit thrilling, skin shuddering slut she was. Slut she was, as he had helped her learn about herself. Maybe she owed him a thank you for that, but it didn't mean she had to like him.

He was one of five of her military uniformed parochial high school seniors who had begun fucking her after getting her drunk, after blackmailing (?) her when she was their teacher at Holy Mother of God High. That was over seven years ago and he was the only one of the five still slipping his cock through the hairy bush around her slit and deep inside her wet warmth until she screamed in pleasure and her clit exploded. . 

Good old reliable Harold ---- still after all those years, still pounding that rigid piece of steel into the warmth of her cunt and making her cum and cum. She lived in another town now, was teaching at another school now ( Our Lady of Sweet Tidings, an all girl's catholic school--- a lot less temptation there). He was the only one of the original five who had kept in touch, still called, still rang the buzzer of her apartment and got to tingle the bell of her clit..

"Hey teach, good, you started the coffee. Pour me a cup, would ya,"

"Pour your own coffee," she growled. 

"You know, you're always pissed off. Never a nice word. Not even a 'good morning.'" He poured coffee from the pot into a cup he pulled down from its shelf. "No reason for you to be so bitchy." He sipped from the cup. "This coffee's too strong," he said. 

Beside his cock, Harold had absolutely no redeeming feature. 

He was searching for something, his head swerving up, down and around on his neck

"Your pants are on the soft chair next to my bed," she said. His not-too-terribly clean underpants lay on the floor underneath the chair. Those, she hadn't picked up. "Twenty-five years old and you still don't know how to wipe your ass?" 

 A morning Fuck for the road. 

He ignored her comment. He smirked and moved to the bed, but. Instead of putting his pants on, he sat down and spread his legs. He began to fool with his cock. He smiled his stupid smile. With a motion from his bent forefinger, he beckoned her to come to him. "You need some good, hot lovin,'" he said.

To answer his summons, would be a mistake, she thought. She needed a shower much more than she needed to be fucked again. But, stupid slut that she was, dumb cunt, she stepped towards him and stood knee to knee in front of him. Did any part of her except for her clit really want this? No, but her clit did, it did.

He reached out around her and put his hands on the back of her thighs. Harold met her gaze and smiled dirty. His hands slid up and cupped the firm pillows of her ass. . 

She was feeling that familiar tingle on the outside of her thighs where his fingers lingered. She felt growing wetness in her vagina. Her labia lips begin to droop open. 

She should stop this right now. She had enjoyed all the sex that she needed to enjoy last night. Did she really need more? No. No, no, no. But her fucking clit, her stupid cunt kept right on saying yes, yes, please.

Harold had a smirky half smile on his face as his eyes met hers. "I knew you were a slut the first time I saw you in our classroom at Holy Mother." His hands squeezed through the thin layer of fat to touch the gym-hard glutes beneath.

She felt her cunt getting wet.

"You had on a tight blouse. Your skirt hugged your ass. I could see your panty line. You tried to act cool as you walked around the room, But, ya know what, I could smell those pheromones you were sending out." He ran his hands slowly up and down high along the back of her thighs.

She felt her breathing quicken. 

He had told her this story before. Many times. Tried to taunt her with it. She listened. Worst thing, he was accurate. She remembered. Maybe it wasn't that exact day, but it was one of those days or a bunch of those days mixed together. It was those days, crowded in a small, hot classroom with leering 18-year-old military clad boys, that had lead to her undoing, hormones prevailing over her good sense.

The classroom was crowded and hot. It was filled with all those males. She felt surrounded by testosterone loaded young men, the classroom packed closely with males, all wearing tight uniforms, epaulets on their shoulders. It was hot in the classroom. It was quiet. Heavy breathing, their erections and her pussy cream were impossible to ignore. 

She could still recall the smell of wooden desks and student sweat. Her memory of those days included that she was sweating too. It was so hot in that room. Someone, she wondered who, turned up the thermostat. She remembered accumulating sweat in her arm pit. She recalled wondering if the sweat would cause an ugly stain. Yes, she remembered those days so clearly, the sweat and the smell and the chills that swept up and down her body each time she touched something, anything, or someone, however inadvertently. The students were so close. Her cunt was so wet.

Her cunt was wet now. He squeezed the globes of her ass. He extended his thumb to press both sides of her pubes.. She had better stop this. Right now. . 

"You were one hot teacher. Your face was flushed. I saw beads of sweat running down the back of your neck. I was sure your pussy was soaked. I could smell you. I had a hardon and I knew you saw the tent it made in my pants. I saw you keep on sneaking looks at it. I knew I'd be fucking you before the year was over." He moved his face so that his mouth was only a tongue's length from her pussy. He lifted her t shirt above her hips, holding it there by laying it on his forearms.

"You didn't know anything. You just wished." She clenched her quads. She had runner's hard legs that, moved forward, held his head secure, his mouth inches from her pussy, his tongue close enough to push pleasure against her clit. 

"You don't think I could smell your hot pussy?" His voice was annoying, but the pressure of his face against her sex was working its magic. As he spoke and breathed over her clit, she felt her cunt wetting itself, her juice heavy and slick. She pushed her groin forward, closer to his lips.

He flicked out his tongue and tasted the sweetness from her inner labia. "Mmmmm," he murmured.

The bush around her cunt was still encrusted with the residue of last night's sex, his and hers, but he didn't seem to mind that at all. His tongue licked her cunt lips. His nose pressed against her mound just enough to stretch her clit nearly out of its sheath. She put both hands at the back of his skull to steady him against her cunt. She breathed slowly.

She looked down. His cock was there in all its glory. It was pointing straight up, hard. Hard! 

Her vantage point, away, atop him, allowed her to distance herself just enough from the stimulation her sex was receiving. She wondered what in the hell she was doing. She should have been preparing a lesson plan for tomorrow's class. She needed to go shopping. She had to clean the apartment, prepare a meal. She had a library book she needed to return.

But then, his eyes met hers once again. Damn, she thought and lifted her t shirt over her head.

He fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her down with him, her bush still tight against his face. He quickly rolled her over. He was on top now, again, his eyes looking up at hers. 

"Let's fuck," he said. 

She began to sweat, her tits swell, her nipples harden. She tightened her thighs around his head. What else, she thought, why else was he here, she here, in her bed? 

She knew how his tongue inside her would make her feel, and her clit; her clit was wild, tingling,  Harold put his tongue to work. Yeah, my slut teacher, he thought, He had plans for her. 

"Mmm, yes, yessss. Like that," she whispered. 

MaryJean sighed and closed her eyes. He was a jerk and a slob. He was ugly, --well, closer to ugly than to handsome. He had a one track mind, no conversational skills at all. But....he knew what he was doing when it came to fucking or in this case, licking. She knew that when he got her as hot as she was right at that moment, he could get her to do almost anything.

He thrust his tongue deeper into her cunt, his thumb circled slowly around her clit. Oh, oh, she thought. She was lost, oh so lost.

She threw her arms out and above her head. She pushed her chest up. She loosened her thighs' grip on his head, opening her body for whatever, wherever he was going to do. She was such a slut.

She felt his hands move upwards to the sides of her breasts. Then they slid onto her tits and touched her nipples, brushing them to an even greater hardness. She felt them tingling. She was so close to what she knew would be an earth shattering orgasm. MaryJane knew. She knew that soon hot sparks of electricity would explode from her cunt and sweep through her body, curling her toes, tightening her tits, bring a ringing to her ears. Soon. Oh shit. Oh, goddamn shit.

He released his tongue from her cunt and slithered his body up. His stomach pressed against hers. His cock forced itself against her slit. "You are one hot slut," he said, "one hot slut." She could smell the odor of her sex as it oozed from his mouth.

"Please, please don't call me that name," she whispered as she breathed heavily and held him close, "please." She didn't know if the second please was for him to stop with the name or if it was for something else. Just. "Please."

"Why? Ain't that what you are?" His cock was just inside the open lips of her labia. "Fuck you, Miss Huffman, Fuck you, you cunt, you slut, you're dying for a good fucking, you slut. Piece of shit cunt whore." Every once in a while he started with his name calling. He thought it made her hotter.

She was gushing cunt juice and she didn't care any more. His dirty talk had done its duty, inflaming the red hot need that was already there. Jeesus! Fuck! 

She opened her legs as wide as she could. She lifted her knees and held them tit high with her hands. "Fuck me," she demanded, pleaded . 

Whatever MaryJane Huffman was, she definitely was not a virgin, but Harold McCarthy--- yes, H. McCarthy who was at this moment hovering his cock just above her needy cunt hole--- was the only guy with a cock who could always get her off properly, hot and heavy, completely, and with a pheromone exchange of total lust. She didn't.know if it was the shape of his cock. Maybe it was how hard it was Harold wasn't the best smelling guy in the world, maybe it was that odd odor. It could be that his cock was the only, the one and only thing about him that had any attraction for MaryJane (well. Maybe his long, slithery tongue too), but whatever, right now, she could feel it from her tits down to her toes, she was on the verge of a mind-shattering, body exploding string of Orgasms. She was less than a second away from another cumming that would keep her feeling good for weeks—more. .

"Slut," he said.

"Shut up! Just keep on fucking.". It was going to be another Big Bang, she thought, a world creating release of pent up energy.

"You are a fucking whore slut," he said.

Couldn't she get him to shut up? She used her kegle-muscled vagina walls to squeeze his cock. "Shut up and fuck me," she hissed.

"You are a real cunt."

MaryJane concentrated on pushing her pelvis upwards, keeping his cock tight, putting pressure on her pulsing clit.

"You are the worst cunt I ever saw."

This was too much. She wanted to cum. She didn't need his talk. If he didn't stop his blabbering, she'd, she'd what? She'd hit him over the head and kick him out of her bedroom for once and for all. Fucking teasing son of a bitch. But just then....

...she felt the top of his shaft accelerate its forward motion and once again concentrate her mind on the storm nearing to climax from everywhere in the vicinity of her cunt

"Fuck me. Fuck me," she begged. "I am a whore slut." Oh, if the nuns at school, if her innocent students clad in plaid skirts above white socks, could hear her. If anyone who knew hard working, serious, award winning teacher MaryJane Huffman say that, what would they think? But it was worth saying what he wanted just this moment. It was always like this: He would be driving his cock into her hot cunt. She would close her eyes and throw out her hands. She would make little sounds. She would be helpless, heellllllppless. 

She let the long relief of an "ahhhhhhhhhh" escape her mouth as his hard cock slid slowly into her grasping cunt. 

"You are my slut. Your cunt is mine," he said as he began to pound his groin against hers.

"Just fuck me," she replied, She really was not interested, not at all interested in what he was saying. "Oh..ah..ah, ah, eeeahhhhh" was all that she knew. 

She was in another place another world. She was craaaaazy! Stars were exploding in her mind! God, God, Gaaawwd. 

"We going out after I get you off."

He made his demands while she was in the throes of a building to orgasm. She would agree to a gangbang, an outing without underwear, a blowjob while they stopped at a red light. He would nag, and she would agree. She hated his demands and that he would make them as these sort of times. "Shut up and just fuck me, goddamn it."

He anchored his feet to the end of her mattress. He sped his rhythm up. He dug his cock deeper into her wet flesh box. He pressed his groin harder against hers. His stomach joined hers. His chest pushed against hers. His face was buried in her hair. 

His cock never ceased its relentless pounding, that relentless pounding.

And.

Finally. Finally.

MaryJane came. 

She came. 

An electric pulse of energy started from her clit and spread upwards and downwards, from her stomach to her breasts, her toes to her neck, Her eyes fluttered. She shuddered. She purred. "Eiiiieeeeeeowwwweeohohohhhhh."

She waited... then, finally, she felt Harold finish too, ejaculate into her cunt.

 Disputation. Discussion 

She lay under him, her breasts still heaving, breathing deeply as she waited for her body to ease into its post –orgasmic mode. This was what it all was for, this being either the orgasm itself or the post orgasmic unclogging of both her body and her mind---and. of course, of her cunt. 




What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 16



He put his forearms down to lift most of his body weight from her. He was looking down at her, his eyes nearly closed. "I gots a couple of friends we're gonna meet," he said.

She felt his spent, now flaccid cock slip out of her soaked, sperm-filled vagina. "I can't breathe," she said, "get off of me."

He put the palms of his hands down and lifted all of his body except for his hips from her stretched out form.

The bed beneath her felt wet, uncomfortable; the slack now open lips of her labia leaking, failing to contain his sperm and her cuntal wetness.

"Leave. No more. Git. I need a shower. I stink" Her orgasm effectuated, she wondered why he was still there in her bed, in her apartment. She wondered why she had anything at all to do with him. Ever. She wondered why she couldn't think like this before they fucked.

"You don't need to shower. We're late already. We gotta go." He remained looking down at her, his groin holding her in place.. "You smell good this way. You smell like you've been fucked and you're ready to fuck some more. You smell like a slut."

She felt scabby. She felt dirty, sweat-stained, mangy. He never heard what she said the first time. "I said leave." She shouted, "I want you to let me go. Get the fuck off of me."

His eyes expressed shock. His mouth gaped open. He blinked. "Are you telling me to leave?" 

"I am telling you to get the hell out of here."

You are such an ungrateful cunt. How many times I get you off last night? This morning? Just now?"

She crooked an elbow against his chest and pushed him off of her. "Off, I said."

His ass rolled off of her and fell onto one of the cum wet spots on the sheet.. "Damn," he said.

She stood up. She really needed to get him out of here. Fuck, she needed to get him out of her life.

"Hey, we got us an appointment."

"You've got an appointment. I am going to shower and then I am going to the library to return a book."

Harold looked at MaryJane. "What is wrong with you?" 

She gathered the clothes scattered around the floor next to her bed to put them in the hamper and walked to the bathroom to shower. 

"You know," he said, "You're the most ungratefulest slut in the whole world."

"Just leave, okay." She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Less than ten seconds later, the door flew open, and she came out of the bathroom. She stared at Harold. "Get out of my apartment. Right now."

"Oh fuck," he said. "What'd I do this time?"

"Don't you know to flush the toilet after you take a shit?" she said.

He just looked at her. Must be her time of the month, he thought.

"And you used my razor. You just left it in the sink dirty with your hair stuck in between the blades."

"Jeezus," he said, "Why do you care? You don't even shave your cunt."

"I shave my legs, ass hole." Why was she arguing with him? "And why aren't you dressed? Didn't I tell you to leave, to get out of here?"

Harold stood up and looked at her with a look of complete un-understanding, his nose wrinkled, his eyes half closed as if he was trying to comprehend what she was saying but it was too complicated. It was like when he was in her classroom all those years ago when she was teaching a Shakespearean sonnet and irony. That's the way he looked then, and it was how he was looking now.

"You know what? You don't know anything," he said.

"I know I told you I wanted you out of here."

"You are such a cunt." His hand, seemingly without volition, crept under his balls and began scratching. . . MaryJane stared at him. "I am going back into the bathroom," she said. "I am going in there and I am going to put the towels you left on the floor into the hamper. I'm going to dry the puddle you left on the floor where you stepped out of the shower. I am going to clean the sink you left dirty. And, and....I am going to flush your turd down the toilet."

He watched her turn away . He stood there scratching under his balls.

She entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut. 

A moment later the door opened. "And I want you gone when I'm finished." The door slammed shut again.

When, ten minutes later, Marjane Huffman walked out of the bathroom and into her living room, now wearing a bathrobe, her hair still wet, the first thing she saw was Harold McCarthy, still naked, still with a hangdog expression on his face. 

"Didn't I ask you to leave?" she asked. , He just looked at her, said nothing..

"Oh, shit," she said, "Okay, let's get into the kitchen."

She sat on her chair. He took a seat opposite her. "Okay, tell me, why aren't you gone?"

"You can't just make me leave. You invited me..."

"First of all, I didn't invite you. You asked if you could come in, visit and I just said Okay."

"Well, that's inviting me."

"I don't want to argue semantics. And, besides, that was yesterday, this is now. The invitation is done." 

"What's semantics?" She was about to answer his question, but he cut her answer, whatever it was, off, "And what about we just got finished fucking?"

"You got that right, Harold, we just finished fucking and its time you left. Please. Okay? Look, I'm tired." She tried to smile but her smile was a bit too thin in the lips to be the comforting gesture she was trying for.

"You know, I had something planned for today. It was something real good. I had some people I wanted you to meet." At least now, he was standing up. One foot was groping for his pant's leg.

"I'll bet," said MaryJane. "What'd you have planned, a gangbang?"

"No. Not that."

"What? Not a gangbang?"

"Maybe pulling a train."

She shook her head.. "Harold, what am I doing here?" She looked at him. She shook her head a second time. "Why do I allow you to get within ten feet of me?."

He continued. One leg at a time, to shimmy first his left leg down into the pant's left leg And not quite simultaneously, the right pant's leg up his right leg. 

"That wasn't a rhetorical question. You can answer."

His right pant's leg was by now three quarters of the way up his thigh. "Because you're a slut."

"What?"

"What I said. Because you're a slut. Why you let me get ten feet from you."

Had Harold just uttered some incontrovertible truth? But MaryJane could not figure whatever that truth was. She looked at him. Both of his pant's leg had reached where they had been headed. He was buttoning his pants.

"Ya know, you always think you're better then me."

"Than."

"But you ain't any better. You're a slut. You like to get off. You come, have your big light's out moment and all's right with the world. You are a slut. And you know what, I get you off and you love it. You know what? I'm like the mailman. I deliver. That's what. You with me, I take you somewhere. You think I'm using you? I'm giving you want you need. You need my dick, Mrs. Huffman, teach." 

"You don't think I can get off without you?"

"Yeah, if you don't run out of batteries for those plastic dicks you keep in your drawer. Maybe. But not like I get you off." Harold was standing now. He was tucking his family jewels into his pants, carefully scrupulous in keeping them away from the metal of his zipper. He smiled a shy smile as he noticed her looking at his weapon being holstered. Harold was just about dressed now.

"You don't think I can find a man on my own, without you? I could get married," she said.

"Yeah, you could get married and two weeks later you'd be calling me and begging me for a real fuck."

"I don't need you," she said. "And what's that about a gangbang? Or pulling a train? You just go ahead and plan that without asking me, without telling me?"

"What for I got to tell you? I tell you I got a gangbang planned and you start giving me a what for. You always do that. Complain and argue and give me aggravation. You know, when I take you somewhere what happens is that you get off, you come. You get your jollies. You got no reason to bitch." When he was a student in her class those years ago, he'd never speak...certainly speak in a full sentence.

MaryJane stared at Harold. She closed her eyes. "You don't just spring something like that on someone. You don't give people surprise gangbangs. You give them a voice in the matter. It's just plain courtesy."

"It wasn't a gangbang, It was going to be you pulling a train."

This was absurd, MaryJane thought. As if there was a certain etiquette that governed gangbangs, "It doesn't matter what it was. You have no right to involve me in anything like that without me okaying it first." She opened her eyes. "You take advantage of me. You use me." MaryJane stopped. She just had a thought. "What do you get out of it when you get me pulling a train?"  

"What do you care? I introduce you. You get your orgasm." Harold was standing now. He was dressed. He was indignant. He was speaking out of true conviction. He was angry that Ms.Huffman was disagreeing with him. 

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" 

"You get something, don't you? Those guys in your room when you were in college. I had sex with them. They pay you? No. They did your papers. They took tests for you." How had she not recognized that before. "You're a pimp. You pimp me out . You take . money and you get me out fucking people and you take the money, all of it. You are a pimp, just like the guy in the song you were rappin' last night." The words just tumbled from MaryJane's mouth, words one after the other. She couldn't conceive it. Why hadn't she made this connection before? Stupid. It must be that she had not wanted to,

"Stupid bitch," Harold was standing and turning towards the door. So what that I got some favors from some guys after you fucked them. Big fuckin' deal. You're a fucking slut and, yes, if I pimped you out like you say I did, if I did, so what? A slut gets pimped out. I was doing you a favor." 

"A favor?"

"Yeah, a favor. You needed cock. I got you the cock. You needed to cum, I got you all the guys you needed to cum. And, teach, Missus Huffman, slut, whatever, you loved it. You never complained after. You always complained before, but never after when you were one very satisfied slut."

But now, although it had seemed as if he was getting ready to leave the apartment, Harold had returned to the kitchen and once again sat himself down at the table. MaryJane had never seen him so intense. She stared at him. Suddenly, she didn't just dislike him. She hated him. "You made me a slut. You and the other guys got me drunk and then you blackmailed me and then you convinced me that I was a slut."

"You was a slut, you dumb cunt. I watched you plenty times when you was getting gangbanged. I saw you. You was on your hands and knees doggie fashion. Your tits hanging down and swinging this way and that way while you was getting banged from the front and the back. You were huffing and puffing, your chest filling with air every time you were breathing so hard. Your eyes were wide open, A prick buried in your mouth. Someone else's cock in your cunt. All you were waiting for was to cum. You loved it. Every once in a while you looked over at me and you let loose that loopy smile." You loved it."

MaryJane paused, overwhelmed by Harold's outburst. "Maybe I did like having sex. Maybe sex was important to me. Maybe cumming was what I needed. So what? Liking to cum, liking getting fucked isn't a crime. The fact that I enjoyed sex didn't give you the right to put me in the positions you put me into without my permission."

."For what did I need any rights? I could smell your fucking cunt. Your cunt needed cock. It was begging me for cock. I got that cock for you.'You liked my style, you liked my smile.'".He was quoting 50 cents again. 

"You say you were setting me up because I wanted. Bull! You set me up so you could get yours, whatever it was that you were getting.".

"You got no idea. Whatever I got, I had it coming to me. You say I'm a pimp. I had to work to set you up. You know how much porn I had to watch to get ideas for what to do for you? You know how many times I had to watch a tape or a dvd to learn how to fuck good?"

MaryJane whooped a laugh. "I can see it now. Poor Harold doing research. Sitting in front of his television, his pants down, his cock in his hand, wanking as he watched porn."

"You're making fun. But it was working. I was picking up ideas. It was amateur porn I had to watch. The regular porn didn't have new ideas since Linda Lovelace found her clit in her throat."

"Poor, poor Harold. Your prick in your hand and jerking off with all your might. Just so you could find ways to get me off." "It is a big fucking deal. You came how many times last night and this morning? And what did I get out of it? I didn't even get a decent cup of coffee."

"You came too. You got to cum yourself from fucking me."

"You needed it more than me."

This was crazy. MaryJane was not going to win any argument with Harold. "Look, this is over! No more!" She was almost shouting. "You took advantage of me. You somehow figured out that I needed sex sometimes. So what? People need sex. That didn't make, doesn't make me into a slut."

"Yes it does. A slut needs it."

"Well, doesn't that make you and your friends sluts too?"

"No," Harold countered. Now his voice was almost as loud and angry as hers. "Men aren't sluts. You don't call a man a slut. A man is supposed to like to fuck. There's other things, but not slut. Jaysus,. he's macho. Ot there's another word, that he's a saytir, saton, something like that, I don't know. But not a slut. That's only for women."

MaryJane shook her head. There was no reasoning with him. "You know what: You are a male chauvinist pig."

"You know what: You are a fucking slut. You're a slag, a cunt bitch!" Harold McCarthy stood. He looked down at MaryJane who was still sitting. "I'm going. Okay, like you want. I'm outta here."

"Good idea," said MaryJane. "And don't come back. I don't want to see any more. Next time you nag me to let you in, I am not going to." That hang dog expression was back on his face, MaryJane felt almost sorry for him. Almost. She felt a little sorry for her cunt. Almost.

"You don't even know what I had planned for you. You bitch that I'm getting money. You know what I got lined up? Almost lined up a sure thing? You know what? I told Buck Mulligan about the time you gave me a blow job behind the dumpster. He thought it was more than hot. You remember Buck? He was in your class with me. Works on Wall Street now. He's gonna get his bonus from the bank. Over three million this year. Last year he only got three quarters of a million. I got him where he's willing to drive up here and fork over a cool hundred grand when he gets his bonus for a bj from you from behind a dumpster near our old school. I'd go fifty-fifty with you on the dough. Old Buck got the hots for you."

"That's it. I'm not a whore prostitute. Go. Leave. Get out of here."

Harold shook his head, an 'I can't believe she didn't even think about it' shake of the head,' a very sad shake of his head at the fact that she was so stubborn. "You know, I'm leaving alright, but you'll be calling me soon as soon as you need another good fuck." 

"Go," she shouted. MaryJane Huffman hated him. He made her out to be a slut. So what if she needed sex sometimes. Who didn't? And the cost of sex with Harold: his crudeness, his lack of manners, his general unpleasantness, his turds in the toilet bowl, his wet towels on the bathroom floor. He just did not seem worth it anymore, no matter how many times he got her off, no matter how he wracked her body with orgasms. "Go," she added, "and don't call me again. Don't call. Don't ring my door bell. Don't email me. No more. I'll take care of my sex by myself. Just get out of here."

He stood by her door and grabbed his groin. "You ain't getting anymore of this, slut, teach, Ms. Huffman. No more of this for you to scream and cum on." He muttered more of 50 cents' refrain, "'Bitches come and go.'"

"As if my having an orgasm is worth you leaving your turd in the toilet."

Harold just smiled.. "You'll be calling me." He walked out of her door, slammed it shut..

MaryJane followed him to the door and snapped the lock shut. "Yeah, I'm going to call him," she said to herself, "Yeah. For sure.".Her tone was pure sarcasm.