What Am I Doing Here?

From your humble author: I know I said this before, but this is probably the final chapter of the saga of Mrs. Huffman, slut and teacher at Holy Mother of God High School:

The ring tone from Mrs. Huffman's cell phone filled the room. It was a song from the musical, Oklahoma, "I Cain't Say No." The song was supposed to be an ironic reminder for Mrs. Huffman, English teacher at Our Lady of God High School, a reminder that she should be able to say "no" when she needed to, like, for instance, now.

Mrs. Huffman looked at the caller I.D. Damn, it was Harold McCarthy. She didn't really want to speak with him right at the moment. She was busy. It was Friday night, the end of the semester, and she had to get the grades in by Monday. If she started the grading tonight, she'd probably be finished by Saturday.

Ado Annie's plaintive song faded out, "How Can I be what I ain't. I can't say no." Unlike Ado Annie, Mrs. Huffman, MaryJane Huffman, was capable of saying 'No.' Well, at least she was able to forego picking the phone up. This time!

One minute later, the ring tone began again. Once more, Mrs. Huffman managed not to pick it up. Maybe he'd think she wasn't home or that she was with somebody, or that she was .....or, yeah, that she had won the lottery and was now in Tahiti.

The ring tone started up again.

"Hey, I'm downstairs. Buzz me in, so I can come up," Harold said as soon as MaryJane finally picked up.

Fuck, he must be home from college. She didn't want to see him right now. He was uncouth, unbearable, and unpleasant, but, no matter what his personality and personal hygiene, every time she was with him her pussy began to get wet, her clit began to swell, her nipples began to get hard, and her mind began to dwell on thoughts of hot sex. That was the good part.

The bad part was that Harold tended to take a lot more space and time than what she was prepared to give. He also enjoyed surprises: She fucked him and the next thing she was giving hand jobs to two of her former students in the back seat of her car. Or, she fucked him and the next thing she knew three nerds had joined in despoiling her all too willing cunt and mouth.

MaryJane Huffman was a slut. It had been Harold McCarthy who helped her learn and acknowledge her sluthood. But that didn't mean she had to fuck him anytime he wanted, or, for that matter, anytime she wanted.

"Hey, hey, you asleep? What's up? Buzz me in."

She had waited too long to think up an excuse not to let him in. "Hi, Harold. Hey, I'm busy. Can't see you right now." Mrs. Huffman knew that she shouldn't be excusing herself or explaining herself to Harold. He never listened to anything she said. Worse, when he did hear something she said, he argued with her, and she still had never won an argument with him.

"You gonna buzz me in or not?"

"I'm busy. Call me tomorrow. Or Sunday."

"Can't do that. Come on, buzz me in. My cock wants to fuck you."

At the mention of his cock, her cunt began oozing its juice and her clit began to swell. She tried again. "Please Harold. Please. I have work to do." The "please" was probably a mistake.

"Just buzz me in. I won't stay long."

"Please."

"Do you want to get fucked or don't you?" he asked.

She thought about her answer for, it must have been, 30 seconds. "Not right now. Not now, please. I'm busy."

"You get any lately?"

MaryJane Huffman had not been getting any lately, as a matter of fact. "It's none of your business," she said. The last time she had been fucked was two months ago when she had visited him at his campus dorm and she had had sex with Harold and with three of his nerdy college friends.

"Fuck. I got a hard on and you say it ain't none of my business."

The mention of his hard on served to get her pussy even more moist than it had been. She could imagine his hand deep in his pocket, holding that erect cock in his hand. "Harold, I really am very busy with getting grades in and everything."

"You don't want to let me in, ok, I'll leave. I'm going to my car now. I'll go home and jack off. This hard cock of mine needs to get off."

At the mention of his hard cock, her clit began to tingle. "You're all alone, right?" she asked. She thought it prudent to ask. Harold delighted in surprising her with his friends.

"Just me and my seven- and-a-half inch very good friend, Dick."

She wished she could trust the bastard. She was so hard up. If it could talk, her pussy would be crying for his cock. As it was, her cunt could signal its need only with a maddening tingle and an outpouring of wetness.

"Forget it," said Harold. "I'm in my car. If you want to see me and my friend dick, call me." He hung up.

Looking out of her window, MaryJane was able to see his car, a six year old red clunker, backing out of its parking spot. She looked back at the school work still piled on her desk. She looked again at the parking lot and saw his car backing dangerously close to the van parked behind him. Her cunt's tingle messaging increased. Shit! Mrs. Huffman hit the speed dial on her phone. Watching, she saw the brake lights on his car come on. Her nipples grew hard. Her faced flushed. Wasn't she a slut?

She was standing at the door to let him in as soon as he knocked.

"Ready to do some screwin,'?" were his first words as he entered her apartment.

She said nothing, just took hold of his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Her body was so ready, too ready for some screwin'.

In the bedroom, he pulled her t shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was busily unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down past his hips. He was undoing the knot of the tie on her workout pants. She lifted his shirt over his head. He pulled her panties down past her knees. She pulled his boxers down past his knees. Both of them stepped out of their underwear. She checked out his rampant cock. He checked out her bush covered cunt. Her hands flew to grip his soft ass. His hands rushed to grab her round ass. His cock touched her slit. Her cunt lips opened to allow his cock entrance. Oh, were they ready for some screwin'.

They disengaged and she led him to the bed where they immediately reengaged, his cock in her cunt, his hands on her ass, her hands around his waist. Her face pressed against his neck. His face buried itself against her scalp. Her tongue flicked out and licked the sweat from his scrawny chest, his big toe insinuated itself between her big and fourth toes. Their hips quickly found a rhythm and they were fully engaged in hard screwing before either said a word. They fucked for maybe 15 minutes, only his grunts and her mewls breaking the quiet fucking, until she shuddered, shook, yelped and came. Good old Harold, he slipped his cock from her cunt, turned her over, and reentered her cunt, this time from behind her. His prick deep in her cunt, he moved his finger in tiny circles against her clit and resumed pleasuring his former high school teacher. He had been a terrible student in her class, but he was an A+ fucker in her bed.

Mrs. Huffman lost herself in the luxurious feelings that spread from her cunt through her whole body. The sensation of arousal that signaled an imminent orgasm made her lose awareness of anything but the tumultuous wave of feeling that saturated every inch of her being. She began a series of low growls and purrs.

Harold's face was buried in the hair at the back of her neck. Mrs. Huffman was barely able to hear his whispering voice as he murmured comments to her while his hips propelled his cock into her soaked cunt and his finger massaged her swollen clitoris.

"I got plans," he whispered as he fucked. "My buddies, Earnest, Seymour and Arnold and me are going to start a movie business, making porn movies." His voice filtered through the mewling sounds of MaryJane Huffman's pleasure purr. "We're going to call our first movie, "The Reaming of the Nerds," and the guys want you to be the star of the movie"

Mrs. Huffman continued her growling noises of pleasure as he continued his relentless ravishment of her cunt and clit. "You'll be a teacher of ten nerds," he whispered, "and you'll teach them about fucking and sucking. We'll even have a scene where each of them gets a chance to fuck you in the ass one after the other. We'll have a scene when you grade them on their fucking, making them do homework on your cunt and ass if they don't get an A. We'll have a scene where you lick their cum off their cocks and your face and the bed with your tongue every time any of the nerds get an A."

Mrs. Huffman was getting closer to her orgasm. The sounds of pleasure she continued to send out filled the room.

"Hey," Harold said, "are you listening to me?" He didn't stop his fucking, "Do you hear what I'm tellin' you?"

"Yeah, yeah," she answered, "But just keep on fucking me. Don't stop. I'm going to cum"

"What'd I just tell you?" he demanded.

"You asked if I was listening."

"No, before that."

Something about a movie about fucking me in the ass or something. Something like that. I don't know. But don't stop your fucking. Oh, your cock has got my cunt ready to explode."

"You wasn't listenin' to what I was tellin' you," Harold challenged her as he continued the in and out movement of his prick past the lips of her soaking wet cunt and as he continued his soft massaging of her clit.

"Shut up," she shouted, "and just keep on your fucking, it feels so goooooood." She added, "Shut up! I'm about to cum!"

He started to say something more but stopped when Mrs. Huffman started a series of shouts, "Yes, yes, yes, Fuck, fuck fuck, yes. fuck and yes. Yes and fuck. Oh, Ah, Ah, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Her body began to shake. Her tits were super sensitive. She came!!!!!!!!

Her body released itself of every bit of tension and she lay there, loose. Easy. Sated.

Harold rolled off of her. He sat up and looked down at her relaxed frame.

Happy.

"That was goooooooood!" she said.

Harold's cock was still iron-hard. He estimated that she would be ready for more fucking in a few seconds. She had been lying flat on the bed, her arms and legs spread out. Harold helped Mrs. Huffman to lift her body into position for more fucking. Stll face down, but this time her ass was lifted, supported by her knees. Her forehead was down on the bed and her back lifted, held up by her extended hands. Boy, it was easy to move and fold her body into a new position after she came. She was so loose. "Ok?" he asked her.

"I'm good," she said. "I needed that fucking so much." She breathed in deeply. "Do me again," she asked.

Harold moved behind her. Her wet, hairy cunt and her round hard ass were on display. Man, she had the sweetest round ass. He slowly slipped his hard cock into her cunt, again from behind.

She exhaled a loud ahhhhhhhhhh of pleasure in reaction to the entrance of his long cock into her hole.

"You like little Dick?"

"No talk. Just fuck me," she said.

"Little Dick likes little miss Hairy Cunt."

"No more talking. Fuck me."

"Little miss Hairy Cunt feels so tight."

"Quit talking. Fuck me!"

His knees folded on the bed behind her pressed between her legs. He leaned over her raised back and angled his cock so it would press up with his every thrust.

MaryJane Huffman half closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply. When he fucked her this way, his cock hit her G spot every time he pushed forward. It was nectar for her cunt. A central question for Mrs. Huffman was why this unpleasant guy was such a good fucker but such a bad companion. He wouldn't shut up!

"You know that big chair in your living room? I got an idea. You lay your legs over the arms of the chair, spread your legs wide that way and open to show that pink slut cunt of yours wet and ready."

"No more talking. Harold. Just fuck me!"

He continued his in and out thrusts of pleasure to her cunt. But he didn't stop talking. "I'd finger your pussy and watch it drip juice into my mouth. You could use your dildo in your cunt and I'd let your juice fall into my mouth. I'd fill my mouth with your juice and then kiss you and let you taste your pussy juice from my mouth."

She didn't need his talk when his prick moved up and forwards and smacked against her G spot with its every thrust. She uttered a short "oou" every time the head of his cock hit the spot. "Please," she said, "just fuck me, no more talk. Please." She rubbed her finger against the hood of her clit while he hit the back of her clit with his cock from inside her cunt. It was incredible. Why didn't he stop talking?

"I'd suck that dirty cunt of yours dry. I'd twist my tongue under the hood and smooth your silky clit over and over."

"Oh, don't talk, just fuck me. FUCK ME." She came and came again and again. Fuck, he fucked good. Her knees slid back and she collapsed under him, once again flat on the bed. Jeez, it was Harold's cock hitting her G spot that made her glad she was a slut. She wriggled her way out from under Harold and turned over to lay on her back. Harold turned over too and lay down next to her. They both looked up at the ceiling.

"That crack over there," he pointed to a spot on the ceiling near the light fixture, "If you sorta squint your eyes, it looks like two people fucking."

Harold was great for having sex with. No doubt about it. But he was absolutely a failure as a conversationalist. She said nothing. The crack on the ceiling looked like a crack on the ceiling to her. They continued to rest.

Harold was silent. Excepting the two people having sex on the ceiling, he had apparently run out of topics to discuss.

Mrs. Huffman let her fingers trail idly down towards Harold's groin area. Seemingly by accident, she allowed her hand to advance towards his penis. Seconds later, as if by fortuitous happenstance, her fingers closed onto his cock.

It didn't take very long for Harold's semi hard cock to become totally hard. She loved that cock. She loved how she could control it, get it hard, get it fucking her.

Mrs. Huffman loosened her grip on his tumescent organ and began sliding her hand slowly up and down its shaft. Tenderly, she gripped it tightly and then loosely, loosely and then tightly. She glanced downward again. It was haughty, magisterial, proud.

What was a poor slut to do? She shifted her position on the bed, moved downward and took his rock-hard tool into her salivating mouth. She carefully rubbed his shaft with her tongue, swirled the tongue around the shaft and, using her tongue, pushed the shaft hard against the top of her mouth. She pursed her lips tight around the shaft of his cock and flushed her cheeks inward and puffed them outwards and repeated the move over and over. She bobbed her head down and up and up and down., all the while salivating over the shaft and head of his cock.

He began to groan, "Mrs. Huffman, you are the best cock sucker in this whole wide world. Oh, ah, oh."

She went on bathing his cock in her saliva, swishing her tongue around his cock head, vacuuming her cheeks tight against his long cock. She savored the taste of his slimey cock. She inhaled deeply the sour aroma of his groin. Before he could cum, though, Mrs. Huffman stopped her sucking of his cock and looked up. "I want to do some more fucking," she said.

"You were really doing good sucking me," Harold complained, but he pulled MaryJane by the ankles, putting her ass at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and hanging down towards the floor. He stepped between her legs and slipped his long-very-hard cock past the swollen lips of her cunt and deep into the hot moistness of her pink vagina.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YESSSS," Mrs, Huffman sang as he pummeled her cunt. She loved this position. It allowed the head of his cock, guided by the upward pressure of his cock shaft to hit her G spot with ease and with power at his every thrust. She felt a solid bing as it hit the g spot and a bang as it struck again and a BINGO when the confluence of her finger on her clit, his cock head on her g spot and his shaft against her vagina wall made her cum sharply. Over and over again, bang, bing, bingo, she came and came and came. BANG. BING. B I N GOOOOO.

As she was experiencing her continuous orgasms, Harold was speaking. "Next time you come up to the campus, I'm gonna have my glory hole box ready."

"Bang, bing, bingo," she squealed. He was saying something about glory or something. His hair was greasy. His face was a pimply disaster, his conversation vapid. But Harold could certainly fuck.

He continued to slam his cock into her cunt and he continued to speak."One of my engineering student friends is building it for me. I got one of my slut coeds to fuck him. As a return favor, he's building this glory hole with moving slots to give the person inside room to maneuver her mouth, her cunt and her ass easily. A slut inside the glory hole would even be able to sit on a cock while sucking another. It would be cutting edge. He said it would be the hottest glory hole in the U.S.A."

"Oh God, Oh gosh, Oh Bingoooooooo," Mrs. Huffman's voice rang out while Harold didn't ease up his fucking.

"You are gonna have to try the glory hole out, you hear?"

It was impossible to tell if Mrs. Huffman was paying any attention at all to what he was saying.

"I got one fraternity wanting to try the glory hole out. You'd be the perfect slut to work it inside."

"Oh fuck, fuck me more," she screamed, "Bang, Bing, Bingoooooooooo," as he hit her g spot with every thrust of his cock into her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, yes......" It was impossible for Harold to tell if she was agreeing to his plan or just reacting to his fucking.

"You hear what I said?"

MaryJane Huffman just stared upward with a glazed look in her eyes. "What?" she said.

"I was sayin'," he said, "that I got plans for you. I got movies, glory holes, gang bangs, slutty positions, dirty games, lots more planned for you. You are my favorite slut and you got a lot of slut fucking to do."

"Oh, oh, bang, boom and bing," she continued to yell as his cock continued to pound her cunt and as her orgasms followed one after the other without stop.

"You ever think about maybe I get you a collar to wear when you visit me in my room? I could attach a leash to the collar. You'd be like a slut slave or something."

What was he talking about? Oh, but his cock had a brain of its own. "Keep it up," she said. "Fuck me," she said. "Harder," she said.

His cock continued its pounding of her cunt. Sweat poured off his forehead and onto her body. A finger approached the nub of her sphincter muscle and pressed against it. She welcomed the finger. Soon, she knew, he would be fucking her ass. In the meanwhile, she continued to cum and cum. She had really needed this fucking, she realized. It had been more than two months, nine weeks, sixty days since she had enjoyed being fucked. This slut needed this cock in this cunt. Her dildo, her vibrator, even both together didn't do for her what Harold's cock did. The vibrator, dildo and her fingers working together didn't do what he did...... If only he would shut up.

Harold slid his cock out of her grasping, wet cunt. He grabbed her at the hips and turned her over. He pressed his cock against the pink bud entrance to her ass. He didn't pull out the KY he normally used before entering her ass, relying instead on the juice from her sopping wet cunt to facilitate an easy entrance to her ass. It hurt for a second as he invaded her nether hole, but her ass and her sphincter accommodated themselves quickly, and she sighed as he entered and began moving inside her with his magnificent cock.

"You like?" he asked.

"I like," she replied.

"You know," he said as he continued to fuck her ass, "You don't never listen to anything I say."

"Look, just fuck me. What do I have to listen to you say?" she replied.