Mack Tavish - Student_s Bedroom Demonstration

"Squeeze 'em harder," he urged huskily. "Tighter. Get 'em tight as you can round my whang…"

She crushed them harder, and he made a slight pumping motion, back and forth, for a few seconds, never very far.

Then he stepped back from her, and for a wild moment she thought he had finished, but he said:

"It's kinda hard that way-you're gonna have to lay down so's I can shove it up 'n down between 'em, see?"

She stared at him.

"Onna floor's good as anywhere," he said matter-of-factly.

"The… floor?"

"Yeah. Lay down onna floor."

She threw a hunted glance around the room. All eyes were watching without pity.

Slowly she rose from the chair, and looked at the rug for a reasonably clean patch. She knelt down, then twisted into a sitting position, and then she stretched herself out on her back.

Nothing… nothing… nothing…

She crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her breasts. She had never felt so totally vulnerable in her life.

Jerry was stripping off his pants and jacket and his undershorts. He stood above her, ungainly in shirt and socks and tie. He straddled her body, his jutting shaft poking at the front of his shirt's long tails, and she glimpsed the wrinkled sack that hung tautly behind.

As though following her glance, Jerry reached between his legs and scratched vigorously.

"Balls get to itchin', this warm weather," he commented amiably, then lowered himself to his knees, then rested his rather plump, sweaty buttocks on her middle.

"Get 'em squeezed up, like before," he commanded, and, mutely, she did so. He supported himself with his hands and began to shove his steel-hard, fire-hot phallus through the slippery, open-ended mammary canal.

He set her teeth. He was heavy, resting on her body, and she loathed the touch of him-the fear-tension in her belly was worse than ever-but at least he wasn't hurting her…

"Hey, Miss Avalon," she heard Willy call, as from a great distance, "whyn'cha spread them pretty legs an' bend 'em up so's we can take a look at them virgin-white panties you got on?"

She cocked up her knees and parted her legs. The throbbing in her belly grew almost unbearable as she felt those four watchers gazing at her nylon-covered private parts, and as Jerry grunted and heaved and sweated… She thought that she might pass out, or scream-the tension was too much, too much…

Jerry suddenly stiffened and let out a series of strangled grunts, and hot droplets of fluid were spattering her neck and chin and shoulders. For a few moments he let the whole weight of his body rest on her middle, then he exhaled deeply and climbed off, groping for his pants.

She lay there, curiously drained of energy, breasts still pushed into that fleshy tunnel, legs still wide parted and bent to the gaze of the eyes.

Fearing that somebody would descend upon her, attack her, tear her apart…

Waiting…

"Ain't there nothin' more interestin' on that damn TV?" she heard a voice, and somebody started to click the channel selector around the dial.

Slowly, almost painfully, she relaxed her hands' grip on her breasts, and pushed herself up from the floor. Semen trickled down her upper body, its thick sliminess now clammy and cool. Feeling bruised, battered, she sank back into her chair and mindlessly focused her gaze on the television.

She hardly cared anymore about sitting there with her breasts exposed.

They made the six o'clock news.

Numbly, she listened to the story of how attractive, twenty-three-year-old Sally Avalon had been taken as a hostage during the course of the theft of a coin and stamp collection worth over a million dollars. Her fiancйe, Peter Laighton, who had lent the collection, stated that he didn't care what happened to the coins, he just wanted his future wife back, safe and sound.

"He'll get the insurance," Tod remarked placidly.

"She ain't insured," Willy sniggered.

His eyes raked over her bare breasts, but by now she was so accustomed to that, it made no impression.

"When's Miles gonna show up?" Jerry demanded uneasily.

Jake shrugged. "Day. Maybe two. Go play with the cunt and stop worrying."

"Yeah." Willy rubbed one big paw over the front of his jeans. "That's a good idea. Gettin' horny again."

He rubbed the bulge at his crotch leisurely, surveying her though half-closed eyes. Considering what to do with her, she thought, the tension in her belly knotting up again.

She found herself holding her breath as he scrutinized her, and it was almost a relief when he beckoned her with a jerk of his head.

"Come along, teach," he grinned. "I got a little problem for you to work for the rest of the class."

Her breasts swayed heavily as she walked, and even though the room was, if anything, too warm, her nipples crinkled and hardened into rosy turrets. She noticed this with surprise, and concluded it was all part of the tension that was once more building inside her until she thought she might faint or choke or fly into violent hysterics…

Willy motioned her to stand beside his chair, and reached up a hand to caress one of her nipples lightly. A shudder of-something-ran through her body.

"See," he said, glancing around at the others, "I dunno if you guys feel the same way, but I figure sometimes the best way to get the most outta some-thin' is to leave the best bit till last. An' when you got a broad, the cunt's the best bit of her, right? Right."

He smirked.

"Now, this one, she's not only got a cunt, like all broads, exceptin' maybe Doris here-"

Doris raised a bored eyebrow.

"-but she says she's got a cherry too!'

He paused, and slowly licked his lips.

"Man," he said softly, a faraway expression spreading over his face, "if there's one thing I like to do, it's poppin' cherries… Ain't nothin' like it."

"Yeah, well," Jerry broke in belligerently, "you ain't the only one, huh? You think you're the only one with a cock or somethin'? Think you-"

"Knock it off," Jake ordered. "You can draw lots for it or somethin'."

Willy scowled.

"Yeah, well," he said, but evidently didn't care to argue with Jake. "Anyway, like I was sayin', why don't we leave the best bit till last-I figure she's got as good a mouth and asshole as any other broad."

Mouth? Asshole?

Sally couldn't repress a tiny moan of despair.

Willy squeezed her breast.

"Turns you on, huh?" he asked perversely. "Like havin' a big dork pluggin' into your coalshute, huh? Like gettin' your mouth filled up with raw meat, huh, teach? Like drinkin' down the spunk fresh from the faucet?"

He grabbed her other breast, leaving the nipple of the first one almost painful in its tingling tautness.

"I need to get my dork in a hole," he told her. "You choose which one, okay? I wouldn't wanna push you into anythin' you didn't like-yet." He grinned up at her lecherously. "An' I guess you'd rather one than the other. What's your favorite, huh, teach? Like suckin' dick, huh?"

Weakly, she murmured:

"I never have… "

Willy snapped his fingers. "What's the words from that dumb movie about Yul Brynner-that song she's singin' to all them gook kids in China or somewheres?…"

Doris exhaled, exasperated.

"What piece of profundity are we to be treated to?" she asked. "I assume you mean The King and I?"

"I assume I do." Willy mimicked her style of speech. "She's tellin' these dinks, see, that if you teach, you get taught things by the kids-"

Doris raised her eyes to the ceiling, shook her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

"So," Willy went on, undaunted, "I guess rm gonna teach Miss Avalon, here, how to go about givin' a real good blowjob."

"With any luck she'll bite it off," Doris murmured.

"Then you could shove it up your twat like a dildo," Jerry giggled.