"What did you have to tell me that was so important, Margaret?"
Margaret Webster gave him a dead-on look.
"You're a social sciences teacher, aren't you?"
"Of course. You know that."
“But that wasn't one of my subjects," she said. "You, you study people's behavior patterns, don't you?"
"Sure, among other things, "
She quickly crossed the office and knelt in front of him. Her hand reached out and unzipped the fly of his tweed trousers before he even had a chance to react.
"Then maybe you can understand my hopeless need to suck your cock, Reef," she said, digging her hand into the fly and finding the opening in his jockey shorts.
"Margaret! I, "
His cock was soft, and she had no trouble pulling it out of the flap of his cotton briefs. It looked the way she thought it would, as perfect as the man it belonged to. Beautifully shaped, proportioned, it would be huge when it got hard. Her head dipped down and she trapped the entire member in her mouth.
"Owwwww, wait, Margaret, I think, I don't think we, owwww, my God! I've never felt a mouth like that in my life. Oh, sweet sufferin' shit, suck that cock, lady. Owww, suck it off!"
She felt his cock immediately begin to swell in her throat. By holding it there, and letting it grow to its longest and thickest size, she didn't have the bother of forcing an already stiff prick down her throat. She breathed heavily through her nose, and kept the swelling pole buried all the way. Her nose was pressed into his open fly, being tickled by his curly brown hairs.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down around his ankles. She had to come off his cock when he yanked down his jockey shorts, but she immediately plunged back and swallowed the entire shaft into her gullet again.
Now his fat nuts were nestled under her chin, making a cushion for her. She began to deep-throat the man like she had seldom sucked in her life.
"Jeeee-susssss!" he whistled through his teeth.
He shoved his hands down and lifted her blouse until it was up over her breasts. He'd always wanted to get his hands on her big tits, and the unexpected opportunity almost had him shooting his wad. She reached back and quickly unsnapped her brassiere. He was then able to pull the confining cups away from her breasts, and his hands were suddenly filled with the fantastic mounds of flesh. He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples and found them hard, like diamonds.
She pulled his cock out of her throat and took a long look at the glistening pole.
"I didn't know you were hung like a fucking horse, darling."
"I don't advertise, if that's what you mean."
"Reef, darling," the brunette woman said, standing up and wiggling out of her skirt, "you've been wanting to fuck me for some time, haven't you?"
"Well, I, sure I have." He wasn't used to such honesty.
"Good. Well, my pussy has been chewing nails waiting to get you inside me, so why don't we just do it right here on the floor?"
"On the floor?"
"Yes, it was just cleaned. Oh, don't be such a prude, darling!" She fell back and motioned to him, her legs already spread wide. He had never seen so much pubic hair on a woman. And the lips of her vagina were already opening, the pink, wet flesh inside forming a mouth that said, "come in!"
He took off his shoes and yanked his trousers and shorts over his feet. Then he slipped out of his suit coat and when he came down on top of her he was dressed in a shirt, a tie, and socks.
Margaret guided his already wet cock into her already wet cunt. She was almost dripping from heat! He shoved all the way home and she grabbed his ass for assurance.
"Plow me hard, darling. I really need to be fucked!"
He hammered into her the way no man had ever done, not even Nick Orlando. He grabbed her legs and made her ass bounce up and down on the floor in loud slapping sounds. Suddenly, she screamed. The fucking, even for her, was too intense to hold off.
"I'm Cummmiiinnngggg! Aggghhh!"
"Me too! Me too! Oh, shit! Here it goes! Gggaahhhh!"
She felt him flood her with sperm. She felt like she was floating in a sea of it. And at the moment, she wanted to drown.
Her hands continued to hold his buttocks, forcing him to remain completely inside her until he finally softened.
When he came out, he seemed apologetic.
"I'm a little quick on the trigger sometimes," he said, "but I can keep coming all night. So you never have to worry about getting yours, "
"You had me off in seconds, darling," she said, smiling. She decided to wait a while before she explained that seven or eight orgasms were her average.
"You know, Reef," Margaret said when they were both dressed again and looking respectable, "I think you'd be a really perfect person to escort me to a little party that's coming up in the near future."
"Really? Well, sure, Margaret. Any time you need an escort."
"Well, darling, you might just find this party as much fun as I'm sure I will. In fact, I'll have to be honest with you. This little session we just had, well, I was, I was sort of, auditioning you!"
"Oh? Well, now, just what kind of party are you talking about?"
Margaret Webster smiled sheepishly.
"What starts with O and rhymes with ORGY?"
Chapter 8
Bobbi had more time to plan for this party. She found an area in the wall divider between the dining and living rooms where her camera just fit perfectly. With the use of some potted plants situated around it, the lens wasn't even visible, unless one was looking for it. She had the camera eye focused on the center of the living room floor, and the zoom lens would pick up everything in close-up detail. Any four people who wandered to the center of the room at any time would be sharply preserved on color film. She wasn't sure that the sound would carry from the distance necessary to conceal the camera, but she turned up her microphones and hoped for the best.
There was a reel inside the camera that would last for a long time. She devised a remote switch on top of the television set that would start and stop the film at a flick of the finger.
The final preparations were done, and she even had time to relax before the first guests arrived.
She went upstairs to her bedroom. Marcie was huddled on the bed, a quilt thrown over her shoulders, shivering.
"I, I don't think I can go downstairs, Bobbi. I really don't feel too well!"
Bobbi grabbed the quilt roughly away from the girl.
"This house is as warm as toast, Marcie. Now stop acting so foolish. Of course you can come downstairs!"
Marcie seemed close to teats.
"I can't, really, Bobbi. I'm scared!"
“Listen," the blonde girl said. "We have booze, right? And some grass, too, if you're interested."
"Get me both," Marcie said emphatically. Bobbi went downstairs, mixed her friend a stiff drink, took a freshly rolled joint out of a little jar in the closet, and returned to her bedroom. She sat with Marcie for a few minutes, but when she heard Teddy answering the door, she decided to go and play hostess. "You'll be all right?" she asked Marcie.
"Yes," her redheaded friend said. "I'm hanging loose already. Don't worry about me."
It was Cal Malone. Bobbie wasn't exactly let down (she had secretly wondered just what Cal had between his legs, some of the girls were telling stories about him one day) but she was dying of curiosity over who Miss Webster and Coach Orlando would bring.
Cal almost drooled when he saw Bobbi in her tight white slacks and little blue halter, but Bobbie was a bit cool.
Teddy took his friend to the kitchen for a drink. Bobbi had one, too, and it was about ten minutes before the doorbell rang again.
The four of them came together, and Bobbi, Cal and Teddy were really amazed to see teachers that all of them had classes with at one time or another. The adult group looked like they had tossed down a couple of drinks before they came, but more refreshments were made anyway. The entire party seemed to want to space out fast. Perhaps they realized that unless they did, they wouldn't have the courage to go through with their plans.