Mack Tavish - Student_s Bedroom Demonstration

She moved them about ten inches away from each other, and he reached out a hand and ran it up her left thigh, as far as her stocking top. His fingertips probed under the band and her flesh cringed a little.

"You did a good job on Willy, there, huh?" he asked.

What was she supposed to reply to that?

"Did it turn you on?" he demanded.

She stared down at him wordlessly.

He moved his hand abruptly, cupping her panty covered crotch. She started and cried out and tried to back away, but he had curled his fingers so that they dug into the soft flesh where her buttocks rose from the cleft of her sex, painfully enough to make her submit and stand quivering where he wanted her.

"Your goddamn drawers are soaked," Jake announced coldly. "Sure it turned you on."

She tried to protest that it was no such thing, that she had been sweating because she was so frightened, but the words wouldn't come, and she could only manage an inarticulate little moan.

"Fuckin' hypocrites, you broads," Jake muttered. "Always actin' so snooty, an' mosta the time runnin round all wet an' funky like a bitch in heat."

The pressure of his palm against her crotch had started the slimy perspiration flowing again, and her legs felt oddly weak. Yet it was not entirely tin-pleasant – the pressure relieved the strange itching a little -Or did It make it worse?

Without warning, he pulled his hand away.

"Turn around," he instructed her. "Hike your skirt up in back an' let's get a look at that fat ass."

She swiveled around, and met Doris' steady gaze. The woman's face was expressionless, but her breathing was a little faster than normal.

Doris the dyke, Jerry had said.

Doris' eyes gazed back at her, and Sally averted her own.

"Hike your skirt up," Jake repeated menacingly, and she groped behind her and tugged upward.

"Higher," Jake snapped, and she dragged the garment up around her waist in back, exposing the plump globes of her buttocks beneath the tightly-fitting white panties.

Jake's fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and yanked down, and the flimsy underwear slid away, leaving the satin-skinned creamy hemispheres fully displayed.

"Not bad." Jake ran his hand lightly over their surfaces, and the quivers of tension were renewed with such force that she thought she would collapse to the floor.

Then he insinuated his index finger into the cleft between her legs and pressed against the secret opening to her body, where no hand but her own had ever ventured since early childhood – and then only for absolutely necessary purposes, since her mother had warned her of the dangers of unnecessary contact with that area, of the terrible damage it could do so that no decent man would ever want to marry her…

Unable to help herself, she staggered forward, away from him, hampered by the panties clinging around the middle of her thighs. Alarmed, she swiveled around to face him, and was more frightened by his chilly smile than she would have been by an expression of outright anger.

He looked down at his finger, then said:

"It's stinkin' with your juice, you bitch in heat. Come here an' lick it clean."

Reluctantly she returned to his side.

"Lick," he repeated inexorably, holding his finger up to her face, and she bent her head and took his finger between her lips, licking hurriedly, trying not to taste…

"Never tasted cunt before, huh?" Jerry giggled.

"What do you think of it?" Jake asked, pulling his finger away and regarding her narrowly.

She shook her head slightly.

"Don't know if you like it, huh?" he interpreted. "Stick your finger in that swamp patch and get some more – get a good mouthful of it, teacher."

He grabbed the front of her skirt and whisked it upward, tucking it into her waistband.

"Get outta them goddamn drawers," he growled, and she tugged them off over her feet.

"Toss 'em over here," Jerry called, and she looked at him dubiously, but he held out his hand, so she threw them in his direction. He caught them neatly and dangled them, then raised them to his face and sniffed deeply.

"Hot cunt," he said. "Jeeze, ain't nothin' turns me on like the smell of juice out of a pussy in heat!"

"I'll send her over so you can smell it close up," Jake offered casually, but Jerry shook his head, and inhaled the odor of the panties once again.

"Nab," he said, "I can wait. I wanna see her stick her finger up her cunt an' suck it."

"So do it, bitch," Jake snapped at her.

The finger she lowered to her sex brushed over the crisply curling blonde pubic hairs and skimmed lightly over the inflamed cleft of her outer labia. Timidly, she rested it against the inner lips, and was shocked to discover that the area seemed to be bathed in wet jelly. Her own touch released another little glob, which came trickling down out of her secret canal and flowed over her finger.

"Lick It clean, now," lake ordered, and she raised her finger to her mouth, and, gagging slightly, sucked it, and gulped.

It wasn't so bad…

Jake reached for her again, fingertips and palm holding her, pressing against the whole sensitive region. The itching became worse than ever, and involuntarily she squirmed against him, desperate for relief, rubbing her hair-covered lips and jelly-bathed slit against his hand.

A raging heat spread through her, and again that incredible weakness at the knees, so that she swayed and whimpered, and lake suddenly grabbed her by the arms and tugged her around and down. She sprawled across his lap, helpless on her back, shoulders wedged against one chair-arm, hips tilted against the other, legs awkwardly splayed and dangling over the side. Her sex was opened wide now, displayed to all the eager watchers in the room, but in a few moments Jake's hand was back there, his fingers thrusting roughly into the bush of hair covering her Venus mound.

Sally flinched a little, but the touch was still a relief, and she found herself pushing forward for more contact.

"She wants it – oh man, look how she wants it!" Willy commented gleefully.

With his index and middle finger, Jake traced along the twin valleys that ran between her outer and inner lips, separating the folds of coral flesh even more widely, so that they gaped open and defenseless. He ran his fingers, together now, back along the center ridge, almost to the point where the lips first began to divide, and paused, and pressed slightly, and suddenly the intolerable heat consuming her body turned into a wild explosion, centered where his fingers pressed and vibrated, ripping through her belly, and she shrieked and thrashed and tried to fight him away, because it was just too much to bear, too much, too much, too much…

There was a blackness swirling around her for a few moments, then she found herself still sprawled across Jake, panting for breath, the itching, the heat, the tension miraculously relieved, and her belly full of a warm throbbing that slowly died away and left her curiously at pea…

Jake heaved her roughly off his lap, and she staggered to her feet, her disheveled skirt pulling loose from where he had tucked it around her waist and falling to hide her lower torso and thighs. She sank down into one of the chairs, exhausted.

She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the chair, longing for sleep. And when none of them disturbed her, she fell into unconsciousness in a matter of seconds.

The eleven o'clock news was just beginning when she emerged from the hazy depths of slumber, her head heavy and confused, her body covered with gooseflesh now that the evening had grown cooler. She wanted her sweater, but was afraid to move, to draw attention to herself. She did nothing more than open her eyes and slightly ease her cramped neck, than she sat staring mindlessly at the television screen, feeling that her own strange situation was scarcely more real than the political maneuverings being displayed there. In the aftermath of some scandal earnest declarations were being made of the commencement of a new era of openness and integrity and true concern for democracy…