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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