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Exine 6
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THE SEXUAL ADVENTURES OF EXINE
VOLUME 6
© 1991 E.D'Marillion
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After Exine went to her class reunion and spending a week
with her high school sweetheart, she felt exhilarated beyond
belief. She found herself driving past the school whenever she
found herself in the area, memories faintly dancing through her
head in bits and pieces. She remembered several "pieces" and a
smile crept on her face.
One day her boss sent her on an errand to another legal
office in the area which was very close to the school. Thoughts
of several teachers and classmates jumped into her head again in
the lunchtime traffic. She thought,"Geez, I wonder if Mr. Barton
is still there." When she finally was on her way back to her own
office she diverted and drove past school. It was about 3:30 in
the afternoon and not too many cars were in the parking lot. Her
heart stopped when she saw the track team pouring out of the
school for their daily run. She slowed curiously and sure enough,
Mr. Barton was running behind all the rest of the boys. He
doubled as the track coach when he wasn't teaching English or
counseling. She returned the car to normal speed and went back to
her office, just a little more anxious than usual. As she turned
into the parking lot at her office she tried desperately to
manage a way to get the rest of the afternoon off. It was only
another hour and a half, maybe just a little less. She picked up
the folders of paperwork off the passenger seat with damp hands.
Her boss looked at her with an alarming expression.
"What," asked Exine quietly.
"Exie, you look really pale. Are you okay, hon? You're all
clammy," he stated after feeling her forehead like a nervous
mother.
"Well, it's really nothing, it's just a little hot out..."
she drifted off...for effect, and got it.
"Hey, take the rest of the day, I'm up to my pits in this
Marlson case, but I think I can handle it. Go home, put your feet
up, air conditioning on and chill out." This was almost too real.
Almost like he picked it out of her head and read it like this
morning's headlines.
"Well, if you're sure," she murmured in a "heat exhausted"
type voice. She tried not to look to eager to leave and had to
watch how fast she walked out the door. Her hands actually shook
a little when she put the key in the ignition, the insertion of
the key taking on all kinds of meanings in her lustful mind. She
wheeled the car back to the school and looked around the parking
lot. She didn't see the familiar '77 Chevy Nova. Well, it was a
long time ago, maybe he got a new car. Then she thought about it,
she HOPED he got a new car by now. As she turned off the car and
got out, she noticed something in the back seat. She had a pair
of black spike heels laying on the floor. Much more perfect than
the paten leather flats she was wearing at the time. A couple of
teenage boys were coming out of the school, probably served
detention or tutoring and watched as she was bent over slipping
on her shoes. Her black mini skirt's hem was showing the very
tops of her lacy thigh high stockings. Their sudden stop in
conversation made her look around at them. She smiled demurely
appreciative of their gawks. They, very embarrassed, croaked out
a squeaky hello and made it to their cars.
"Hey," she called over to them.
"Yes Ma'm," answered the dark haired boy. She had then
recognized him as one of the track runners coming out of the
school earlier.
"Do you know if Mr. Barton is still around, I'm an old
student of his and I just wanted to pop in to say hi." They
seemed to relax. He responded,"Yeah, he should be in his
homeroom, still getting stuff organized with it being the first
week of school and all. I know he said he had to get back here
for a long night of paperwork when we were running. What year did
you say you graduated?" Boy he was a clever one.
"I didn't. Thanks. What is his room number?" She smiled
trying to avoid his question which was trying to deduce her age.
"Room 220. C'mon what year, '87, '88?" He gave his best
Catholic school boy smile but to no avail.
"You flatter me, kid. See ya around." She disappeared into
the school doors not hearing the boys debating back and forth as
to whether or not Exine was really wearing underwear or not. The
dark haired boys suspicions were confirmed when they saw the
bumpersticker on her car proclaim,"Down with underwear". The
other boy forked over the dollar bet.
Once inside the school, Exine's heels echoed loudly on the
linoleum. She felt like she'd fallen back in time, knowing where
every closet and room was throughout the school. Mr. Barton
miraculously had the same homeroom he did when she attended ten
years ago if memory served her correct. She passed her locker
number 762 and sure enough it was outside room 220. It was the
same room. She listened for voices and heard only her heart
pounding furiously inside her. She stopped and reached out to
touch the tarnished metal plate stating her old locker number.
She wished she could bang it open just to peek in and see who had
her locker now. Lost in her daydream she heard someone clearing
their throat a few feet away.
"Ahem, Miss, can I help you at all? We're kind of busy here,
it's the first week, we usually don't allow visitors to roam
around after school hours." She looked up in childlike innocence
and casually licked her lips waiting her turn to speak, when it
hit the man who she was. "Exine, is that really you?"
"Cross my heart, Steve." She was one of the few students
graced with the privilege of using his first name after hours ten
years ago. He laughed and shook his head. He had grayed
considerably after this time even in his moustache.
"Hey c'mon in here. I got some paperwork to do, but it's
gonna take me all night." As they walked in he sat at his desk
and she dragged up a desk. She ran her finger over the top where
the pencils would lay in its groove.
"God, they're so clean in the beginning of the year," she
laughed.
"Yeah, then the kids mark them all to hell. What the hell
have you been up to? Married? Kids? Don't hold out on me now, I
want all the gory details."
She sat sideways in the desk and crossed her long legs,
knowing that the top of her stockings was showing again. "Not
much with me. Not married, no kids, working my sorry ass off,
saving money, that kind of thing. What are you doing still here,
I thought you'd be off teaching some Ivy League college or
something."
He leaned back, studying her legs, and shook his head. "Nah,
this place has a kind of magic. I couldn't leave. They pay ain't
great but I'm not starving or anything. Shit, I thought you and
that Grayden kid would be married and loaded down with a full
station wagon by now." He noticed the look on her face. "I didn't
hit a nerve or anything did I?" He looked genuinely sorry. She
stood up and walked over to his desk and sat next to where he had
propped his feet. She re-crossed her legs and touched his leg
softly, he flinched. It was just barely noticeable, but she was
looking for reaction.
"Nope, it's okay. We're still friends. He's living in
Colorado with his folks right now but is making arrangements to
move back East here. Says he really misses the people. We plan to
keep in touch, though. There was only one guy I ever really had
my head set for and he would have rejected me on the spot so I
never bothered opening my mouth."
Barton's breathing had gotten uneven slightly as she was
touching his leg. "Oh...w-who was that? Sotoski from the '81
class?" She shook her head quickly and looked away for a second.
"Steve, it was you. I listened in English class to you and
all I could think of was fucking you right on your desk in front
of the whole class. Boy that would have been wild, huh?" The man
clearly didn't know how to react to that. She couldn't have been
anymore blunt if she just wrote it on the blackboard. A glint
returned to his eye and tell tale signs of a hard on were forming
under his gray slacks.
"Boy that would have been bad news if anyone would have
heard that a student tried to seduce me. Moyer from the Business
Department had that happen and all hell broke loose, they wanted
to boot him the hell out of here. So, ever think about the "good
ole days" lately?" If she didn't know better, this was going to
be easier than she originally thought.
"Well, not really, until I drove by today and saw you
running with your track boys in your sweatpants, and that's when
the movies started running in my head. She bit her lip and looked
in his eyes.
"Tell me about them. What were they rated?" She looked out
of the corner of her eye, seeing the door wide open. He followed
her eyes and quickly got up, taking the hint, and shutting the
door, even locking and pulling the curtain down on it. The back
door had already been taken care of. He returned to his chair,
this time not putting his legs up, and leaning back in it. She
slid around to stand directly in front of him, stepping over his
legs and leaning her ass on the desk, her legs slightly apart.
She jumped slightly back to sit on the desk and moved her legs
apart some more. "Well, she started, they are definitely rated X.
No, make that triple X, they were pretty hot, Steve." She could
almost make out the full length of his cock under the fabric of
the restraining pants. He looked as packed as she and Gina, a
friend in school, had tried to guess how big he was.
"What happened? Tell me. I can't help it, I'm an English
teacher. Good fresh stories really amuse me sometimes." Her hands
gripped the desk.
"Well, I'd imagine meeting you after school, wearing
something really sexy with nothing at all underneath." He had
leaned forward and was fingering the collar of her satin blouse,
pausing at the first button and then opening it. He undid the
second and third which gave him a good view of some ample
cleavage. For good measure he opened the next and pulled apart
the blouse. He looked up, almost disturbed,"Keep going," he said
simply. He was standing in front of her, cupping her breasts. She
continued her story,"I imagine going down on my knees and pulling
out your cock. I always pictured you having a big cock, the kind
that really chokes a girl, you know. I wanted to lick the whole
length of your shaft..." she couldn't continue. He was pulling on
her nipples and biting on her neck. It was driving her out of her
head. All she wanted to do was...
"Exine, what are you thinking?" Here was her chance.
"I'm thinking how bad I want you to fuck me," she whispered
hoarsely. He had unbuttoned her blouse completely and pulled it
off her shoulders swiftly. He rolled up the front of her mini
skirt and caught a good look at her snatch.
"Oh, you colored your hair," he remarked candidly and kissed
her openly, running his tongue along hers. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and ran her nails through his silky gray hair. He
was close enough that she could feel his cock against her, still
clothed in his pants. He reached down and quickly undid his belt
and pants, dropping them to the ground almost instantly. It must
have been a real sight to see him standing there in front of his
desk with his pants clinging to his ankles, his cock standing out
at a 45 degree angle from his body. He grabbed her by her ass and
pulled her closer, the head of his cock dancing in her juices,
teasing her. She reached down and spread open her pussy to him.
He jolted forward, giving her half his full length. She gripped
him, trying to pull him in by her cunt. She leaned her body back
and wrapped her legs around his ass. The heel digging into the
back of his thigh, turned him on instead of hurting him. She
growled,"I want the whole thing." He obliged by ramming his hard
cock deep inside her dripping pussy. His cock massaged the inside
of her pussy as his pubic hair tickled her clit causing her head
to spin in an early orgasm. She was taken so off guard by her
cumming that she didn't hear the other male voice in the room.
When she did, Steve didn't seem to mind, so neither did she. It
was Paul Richardson, the World Cultures teacher that she had also
known in school and had a deep crush on. Steve just looked up and
nodded at Paul who sat down in a desk, watching intently. She
looked up at Steve and then at Paul.
"Hi Mr. Richardson, remember me?" she asked sweetly. He
smiled warmly.
"Exine, yes, yes, I remember you. You little minx, you tried
teasing me your whole senior year, then you come back and seduce
your poor tired English teacher when we could've 'went around the
world' so to speak." He spoke evenly, but calculating every word.
She didn't see he had his cock out and was stroking it under the
desk. His hand was sliding up and down his organ in time to their
strokes. She purred,"Well, he don't feel like he's so tired. In
fact, he feels really good." He got up out of the desk, cock
still in hand and pumping steadily. He stood leaning against the
chalkboard to get a closer view of their fucking. His cock wasn't
as long but was a little thicker. Exine's mouth started water,
thinking about sucking it. He watched her throw her head back and
his hand moved faster. Steve pulled out and sat back in his chair
motioning for Paul to step in. "Looks like you need some real
pussy instead of that hand all the time." Exine hopped down off
the desk and greeted the other teacher by holding onto his hips
as she lowered herself to her knees to suck his thick cock. He
held onto the chalk ledge tightly as she ripped down his pants to
swallow his cock completely down her throat. He touched her hair,
gently at first, and then holding her head by her locks was
fucking her mouth. Her hand came down and massaged his hairy
balls which were drawn up tight to his body. From behind, Steve
was spreading her asscheeks and sliding his cock in her ass. She
wasn't usually into that but his cock was so slippery from her
juices that it slid in with no pain nor problem. It was a strange
but exciting sensation to feel her asshole squeezing tightly on a
cock, while one was sliding in and out of her throat. Paul must
have really been without sex for a while for the frenzied action
he was giving. He came, spurting his hot cum into her mouth,
pumping his cock with his hand to get out every drop onto her
tongue. She slurped it up, licking and kissing his cock until it
was totally limp. "God, that's such a shame, man, I really wanted
to feel your cock in my pussy," she said. But already it was
starting to harden as she was licking it clean.
"Oh, don't worry, honey, you will," he promised. She felt a
hot rush in her ass, as Steve came inside her. She had reached
down and played with her own clit to bring herself to orgasm, so
she wouldn't feel left out and frustrated in case Paul didn't
come through. They instructed her to get up and sit on the chair
backwards, with her breasts pressing against the back rest. She
heard Paul mutter,"What a perfect ass. Exine this is ten years
worth of wanting to fuck your little girl brains out. Do you know
how bad you teased me?" There was a slight anger in his voice.
She hadn't banked on this. "Answer me."
"I wasn't teasing you, Paul, I DID want you."
"MR. RICHARDSON, to you, Miss D'Marillion." She heard the
whirr of his belt coming out of his pants. He flicked it against
her ass. She whipped her head to glare at him. His eyes were
glazed over and his cock was rock hard in front of him. Oh, man,
she thought, one of these guys, never would have thought of old
Richardson to be into the pain thing. A red welt formed on her
ass.
"Hey, not too hard, Paul," soothed Steve. But Paul didn't
hear him. He was ten years ago. He flicked it again. This time a
little harder. Her ass stung strangely. It felt so hot in that
spot it was almost a cold pain, reducing slowly to a stinging
warmth which she found was turning her on. Rather than fight it,
she rode with it. As long as he didn't pull out anything
electrical, she figured it was alright.
"I DID want you, Mr. Richardson. I wanted you real bad."
"I don't think you do, Exine. You don't think of me when
you're fucking your football player boyfriend, now do you?" The
room was silent. He cracked the belt on her ass really hard now.
She was so wet, she almost fell off the chair.
"YES, I DO," she screamed. "That's all I thought about, Mr.
Richardson was your big cock inside me. When you walked around
the room as we took our tests you always stopped in front of my
desk and I just wanted to unzip you right there and suck your
meat." He came up behind her, softly, gently caressing her red
welted ass.
"I think you're lying, you little slut," he hissed, starting
to squeeze her bruised ass, rubbing his huge hard-on between her
asscheeks. She slowly turned her body around, wanting his cock in
her pussy instead of from behind. She held onto the back of the
chair and spread her legs. "You ARE a little slut, aren't you?"
She smiled and nodded her head, playing his game, if that was his
turn on.
"Yeah, man, and right now, I'm YOUR little slut. Why don't
you punish me by making me take the whole thing real fast and
real hard, huh? C'mon Mr. Richardson, fuck the hell outta me."
Steve Barton watched with weird fascination. He was kind of
scared that Richardson would actually hurt the girl, but she was
really digging the belt action on her ass. They should have done
this ten years ago when Exine first came up to them after school.
They had dismissed her as the kiss and tell type but then after
hearing the rumors around school, they wished they HAD taken her.
Guys on his track team talked about how she went into the locker
room and sucked off her boyfriend in front of the football team,
took a shower with him while they watched and left. It was only a
rumor and nobody could prove anything except by word of mouth. He
tried getting one of the boys to talk but he got a strange look
and said something like,"Uh, don't know what you're talking
about." and just smiled at him like he was saying,"Man, you ain't
getting shit outta ME." He walked over while Richardson was
easing his cock in and out of her wet velvet snatch. His face
was writhing in sensations he hadn't felt in a long time. Steve
took the head of his cock and brushed it against her cheek. She
opened her eyes and looked up at him smiling. She kissed the head
of it, and her long tongue caressed it, making it feel harder
than it was when he was fucking her if that was possible. He
guessed that this was what was meant when the guys said she could
"suck start a Harley". Her long hair was falling over his thigh,
tickling him slightly. Richardson was sucking on her tits like he
was actually trying to get mother's milk from them. A couple of
times she winced as in pain but went back to moaning softly. He
almost came when she moaned, the vibration going right through
his cock up into his stomach. He pulled out in time to cum right
on her lips, cheek, neck and shoulders. As she started licking
her lips, tasting his bitter salty cum, Richardson was eating it
off her neck and shoulders. The act made him cum inside her as
well. So this was it, she thought. These guys are lovers as well,
I wonder if this was going on ten years ago. Richardson looked up
at Barton and stated flatly, his dick still twitching inside
Exine, "You've been drinking again, haven't you?" Barton was
pulling on his pants and agreed. "Why," he asked.
"Because you taste horrible, doesn't he, Exine," she looked
up at Barton apologetically.
"I HAVE tasted better, but if you've been drinking, that'd
explain it," she agreed. "Are you guys, uh..."
"Gay," explained Barton in almost hushed tones. "Well,
really were bi-sexual if you want to get technical. We share a
lot of dates. About three years ago, Paul moved in with me. No,
we weren't slamming each other when we were teaching you. There
was a couple of senior girls we both had but not each other at
that point."
"Yeah," continued Richardson,"it just sort of happened one
night when we were both pretty drunk complaining about not
getting laid or getting good head. I don't remember who suggested
it.."
"You did," Barton reminded him.
"I probably did. But it's been satisfying ever since. Except
lately, I haven't had a good dose of pussy til now." He leaned
down and grabbed one of her tits and kissed the nipple, sucking
it into his mouth. He let go and got up getting dressed and
tossed her blouse to her.
"Bet you never thought THIS would happen, today you little
minx," Richardson announced smugly. She only smiled, glad that it
did.
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