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'.
