Helen Highwater - Shameless teacher

"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'11 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.

"Nah," 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," Jake 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 Jake 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 peace…

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, then 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…

"Seems to me I've heard that song before," Doris said wryly, getting out of her chair. She saw that Sally was awake. "You want something to eat, chickie?"

Her tone was friendly enough now, Sally thought, and forced a smile of response to her lips.

"Come in the kitchen, then, and we'll see what we can find. Here." She fished Sally's sweater from the floor by one of the chairs. "Better put this on-you'll catch cold."

The men seemed uninterested in her at the moment There were empty scotch bottles on the table, and Sally thought they must have been drinking quite heavily. Doris followed the direction of her gaze and winked, then beckoned with her head for Sally to follow into the kitchen.

Doris took a plate of cold chicken and a quart of milk from the refrigerator and set them on the table with paper plates and napkins. The two women sat down and Doris reached for a chicken leg. Sally took a piece too, not really wanting it until she started to nibble at the meat, when she found that she was quite ravenously hungry.

"Take some more," Doris said, pushing the platter towards her. "You'll need to Keep your strength up with that mob of horny hoods panting after you."

Sally looked at her wonderingly.

Doris shrugged.

"Sorry, chickie," she said. "Fuck-all I can do about it. Except-well, if it's any consolation, we drew lots a while ago for who gets you tonight."

She took another leg of chicken and bit into it.

"I won," she added, with her mouth full. "Ever made it with another woman before?"

Sally stared at her numbly.

"No, huh?" Doris concluded.

Sally shook her head.

"Well, you just relax and do as I say, and you'll find that you'll like it."

"But I-"

"Listen, if you really hate the idea," Doris said, narrowing her eyes in sudden hostility, "I'11 turn you over to Willy-he's spent half the evening telling us how he plans sticking that oversized meatstick of his up your asshole the first chance he gets-if you'd rather spend the night that way, I won't stand in your way."

Sally swallowed and shook her head again.

"What's that mean?" Doris demanded.

"I-no-I-rd rather stay with you-"

"Well, gee, thanks a whole lot."

Doris was really annoyed, Sally realized, her heart sinking.

"Please," she said, her voice as conciliatory as she could make it, "I only-I've never-I didn't mean-"

"Oh, forget it," Doris said moodily. "I don't give a shit if you want to make it with me or not-you're going to, and I'm going to enjoy it, that's all there is about it."

But she didn't look as though she would enjoy anything, Sally thought anxiously.

She tried to think of something to say that would restore the former more friendly atmosphere, but found herself bereft of words. She would have smiled if Doris had looked at her, but the woman kept her eyes averted while she finished eating, then she stood up, and still not looking at Sally, said: