Poor Alex was having an extremely bad day. Then again, he had been having a string of ninety extremely bad days. It had started when Jenny dropped pictures of him fucking a seventeen-year-old niece at the family reunion on his desk. Betrayed once again by his ever- raging hard on, he had the choice of two options: one) Jenny could squeal like a stuck pig on his misdoing or two) she could squeal like a stuck pig on his ten inch long, coke-can thick tool and, in addition, she actually passed algebra. Since then, Alex had been sex slave to a hot sixteen year old high school student at Gill Thorp Jr. High where he was on his knees in his own classroom licking her, wearing nothing but a pair of novelty underpants.
With the face of an elephant on them.
And... well, if you can't figure out the rest, you're just too hopeless.
Still, it wasn't as bad as the girls' basketball team.
His head was hidden beneath the short tan, patterned dress she wore. The front moved with the motions his licking made at her young pussy. The back pulsed with the movements of his hands, kneading her cute ass cheeks. She kept her hands locked to where Alex's ears would most likely be beneath their shroud.
Occasionally, he would ease one or both of his hands away from Jenny's tight teen butt. With his fingertips, he caressed the backs and sides of her tanned thighs. He also tickled the back of her knees before gently trailing down to her ankles and back up her thin, athletic calves.
After having a third orgasm, Jenny pulled Alex upright. She took him to his desk where, with quick movements and skill surprising in such a young girl, she used several lengths of clothesline to tie him down on the desk. She attached his arms and legs to each of the desk legs. The important parts were left exposed and upright. Then, she climbed up on the desk to mount him.
"Oh, damn!" She looked down at his underwear realizing her mistake and pulling open his desk drawer. "I'll guess I'll have to do something about those, Mr. Goas."
With careful snips of the scissors she had pulled from the drawer, Jenny cut the trunk off the elephant's face. She had leaned down to get a close look at her work. The proximity of her full lips to his cock must have given Alex an idea.
"Miss Jenny, could you- owwie!!"
"Mr. Goas," Jenny said after a slap on the exposed underside of his wrists. "I said no talking. Now, I'll have to get my underpants."
She hopped off the desk and padded over in her bare feet to where she had left her panties laying on the floor. Her loose mini-dress swung every which way as she skipped back to Alex. The panties went into Alex's mouth (he had the sense not to protest). As he watched, Jenny pulled a thick roll of _masking_tape_ from his desk and placed a strip over his mouth to keep the gag in place (and losing _several_ style points in the process).
In short order, she was back on the desk spreading her tanned, tennis player legs. She lowered herself onto her captive teacher's very large erection. Slowly, she twisted down onto his meat, teasing him with the movements more than trying to get him in. She finally began pumping her hard, teenage body up and down on his raging hard on, the motion making her unrestrained tits sway under her dress. The teen wore a tortured look of ecstasy on her face. Not that poor Alex could tell; she had positioned herself so that he could see no more than her long blonde hair, the back of her dress, and the, by this time, familiar undersides of her slim feet.
Using the strong legs which youth and sport had blessed her with, Jenny raised and lowered herself with long strokes. She moved with a quick, jerky rhythm as if keeping time with some rock song she had playing in her head. Though hidden from view by her clothing, the up stroke surely left no more than the head of Alex's hard cock in her cunt. She groaned with each down stroke as it hit the deepest parts of her sex and pushed just a little beyond. Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, jiggled in sympathy with her bouncing.
Alex could do little more than tense to the teen's torture.
She stopped after a few minutes as another orgasm shook her. Alex tried to push himself up into her, but his bonds prevented the movement and held him fixed to his desk. She paused for, maybe, a moment too long for the feeling to calm down, but long enough for the need she had built up in her toy to die down.
"That was very nice Mr. Goas. A few more like that and I _might_ let you cum today."
She began to fuck Alex again. This time she was less earnest about it, and it didn't look quite as sexy. Fortunately, I had everything on videotape and thus, decided at this point to break things up.
"Having fun with my husband, Jenny?" I said as I walked from the supply closet. Alex's eyes bulged in blind panic. Auto-response excuses started to pour uncontrollably and unintelligibly into his panty/gag. Jenny, of course, was calm.
"Hello, Mrs. Goas."
"It's Ms. Gamera, Jenny." I delivered my reply with a flat tone.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Gamera," she answered with her eyes turned down. I could tell that she had finally guessed something was wrong. "What brings you over here?"
"Oh, my husband." I picked up a wooden ruler from the desk drawer, which Jenny hadn't closed. It was a nice heavy one, not one of those cheap ones they sell at back to school sales.
"What about your husb- owwie!!"
Her up and down motions had stopped, so I had, not so gently, slapped Jenny's cute behind. Then, I swatted her again, just to hear her squeal. "I didn't give you permission to quit fucking my husband, Jenny. You can fuck and talk at the same time, can't you?" I said in a very polite voice. I slapped her again. "Come on; back to work."
She resumed her fucking, but without the enthusiasm she had shown before my interruption. That was to be expected. Alex, however, had the good sense to not lose his hard on, or else she would have been having a rough time of it.
"Now, we need to talk..." I started as I played with the shoulder straps of her dress.
"Ms. Gamera, I can expl- owwie!"
"Jenny," I said pointing the ruler at her, "right now you fuck; I talk."
I waited until she resumed with the old in and out before continuing, "Now, three months ago, you told me that you wanted to rent my poor little Alex as your sex slave for the school year. What did I say?"
Jenny moved in just short little fucks, and tears began to flow down her cheeks. "You said it would cost me two hundred dollars a month."
I decided that her dress was just too cute to ruin. Instead of cutting the straps, I lifted it off her body. As I removed it, she tensed a little but did not fight me. I watched her exposed breasts bounce delightfully with the slight movements of her body on my husband's dick. I balled up the dress and threw it with Alex's things on the floor.
"Now, I helped you set my husband up," I smiled down at Alex; the look on his face was so precious that I almost started to giggle at his shock. "gave you a few pointers, and have stayed out of your pretty blonde hair for the last three months.
"I just want to know; where is my money?"
"Well, Ms. Gamera, I- owwie!"
"Keep fucking, Jenny."
"Sorry, Ms. Gamera. I don't have it!"
"Jenny, you earn two hundred a week at Veronica's Secrets in the mall. Plus, there's what you make from giving your father's friends blowjobs. You should have plenty of money."
"But it's so expensive being a spoiled teenager!" whined Jenny almost forgetting, again, to fuck Alex. Tired of her faltering performance anyway, I slapped her bare, tanned butt cheeks (narrator's note: wears thong swimwear) once more with a pleasant sounding smack. "Owwie, I thought I could cut back on the shoes, but..."
"Well, I'm afraid I'll just have to take my husband back."
"Wait, I still have the pictures and he was with a minor and..."
"Nope, I made some changes on those and posted them on a web site I keep. It would just look like you took some photos off the web and doctored them."
I smiled an evil little smile at her. She just pumped and down on her perch automatically. Her face was screwed up into a look of desperate worry (her eyes held back tears, her mouth trembled, etc.). Alex just laid there, like the good boy he can be when he sets his mind to it.
Finally, Jenny wailed out, "But he's so good!"
"I've noticed. He is my husband, after all," I said with a smile. "But I didn't say I was going to cut you off completely. It's just from here on out, you get him by the night (Jenny's eyes lit up as she rode up on Alex's shaft) at maybe a hundred a night."
Jenny just deflated with the next down stroke. I reached out for her left breast. With my index finger, I traced the small triangle shape of her tan line.
"But I'm sure we can work it out in kind." She looked down shyly at my hand as I tweaked her nipple. I added with a wink, "I hope you can eat pussy. Also, there is the matter of your debt to pay off. Could you come over to our place around nine tonight?"
"Yes, ma'am." She paused in her fucking (which I chose to forgive, momentarily) then said, "Before you take him back, I have a favour to ask."
"Yes? and keep fucking, dear."
"Well, at this party I went to, I saw this chick in chain mail clean a toilet with some guy's head and I wanted to..."
"Nope. Right now, just finish my husband off and see that he gets dressed. Anything else, we discuss tonight." I gave my Alex a peck on the cheek. "I'll be waiting in my car, honey; I'll drive you home."
Ten or eleven minutes later, my poor, poor, poor, poor Alex reached my beamer and let himself in the passenger side.
"I'm in trouble, aren't I, Mistress Kendra," he asked without looking at me.
"No, this was my game, Alex. So, you weren't cheating. Heck, I even blackmailed my niece to do you at the reunion." He sagged into his seat in apparent relief. "However, I may have Jenny do some housework tonight; the toilets need cleaning."
© 2000 Kenny N Gamera