Her finger sought the hole and was lost, sucked into a steaming vortex. She fingered herself and now the whole class was watching.
Half were out of their seats or standing on seats. Vargas leaned back against her desk with her arms folded. Heather brought her other hand into play, widened her legs to the maximum, fucked herself hard with three fingers, rubbed her clit furiously, and finished herself off in less than a minute with a dramatic display of climactic ecstasy.
After the orgasm, a doozie, Heather lay in a sprawl with her hands resting on her seat at either hip, out of the way so everyone could see what she'd been playing with, and they all looked. Most came over to look, up close and personal. Heather knew she was screwed, busted, exposed for what she was-an exhibitionistic slut, a public masturbator, and a loud one, the worst kind.
They may as well get a good look. They did.
When Heather regained her senses, she sat straight, put her knees together, and tugged her skirt down. Vargas then came forward, told everyone to get back in their seats, then addressed herself to a blushing Heather, saying, "In all my years of teaching, I have never seen such a vulgar display by a female student.
I should report this, but since we're almost through for the year, I'm going to pretend I didn't see what I saw. If this happens again, I'll place your desk on top of my desk facing the class. If you want to exhibit yourself and put on a vulgar display, I'll see to it that no one needs to leave their seat.
Is that understood Miss Elton?"
"Yes, Mrs. Vargas."
"Good, now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… blah, blah, blah."
Penny leaned in to say, "God, Heather, that was so cool. You've got balls. Are you going to take her up on her offer? I dare you. I double dare you. We all do."
Heather was already thinking about it, but not today. With her itch scratched, all she could think about was getting out and getting away, getting home, getting to her room, and getting Big Ben out of her night stand, the one that reminded her of Spike's cock.
Heather rode the bus home thinking about her mother and the changes that had recently come over her. Heather knew she was being pushed into sex. Her mother wasn't being subtle at all. They still weren't talking about it but actions speak louder than words, and the spermy dog-fuck kiss was the clearest action of all. Heather could still taste the dog's semen and feel her mother's soft tongue exploring her mouth, pushing sperm to the back of her throat. She could feel her mother's slimy pussy lips smashed and spread out on her thigh, smearing and sliding from knee to crotch, first one leg then the other with all those people crowded in to watch.
She wondered why her mother didn't end by standing on the arms of the chair to do her face. That would have been something else, a face fuck with a slimy beaver, her mother's slimy beaver, a dog-fucked slimy beaver from her own mother with seven grown men and women watching and taking pictures of a mother's pussy sliding over a daughter's face-over lips, nose, eyes, cheeks, chin, even the neck, smearing her face with dog fuck right from her dog-fucked pussy. And then, she'd move over the mouth and piss, not a squirt, a full-fledged piss, all of it straight down her throat. That's how it should have ended. That's how you make a statement. That's how you make a slut.
"Oh, god this bus is slow."
"What's your hurry? You got a hot date or something?"
Heather looked to the freshman boy sitting beside her, a neighbor kid who liked to carry her books just to be seen with her-Harold-Weird Harold. She said,
"No, I can't date yet. I told you that. I'm just sick of riding this fucking bus.
I don't think I can take two more fucking days. Next year, I'll have my driver's license, then no more buses for this gal."
"Wow, Heather, you said the 'F' word-twice.
I never heard you say the 'F' word before."
"Fuck, Harold. Can't you say fuck?"
"Guys aren't supposed to use words like that in front of a lady. Mom says…"
"Fuck your Mom. I'm not a lady, I'm a fucking slut."
"Wow, Heather. What happened to you? You were a lady last Friday."
Heather looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. They weren't and the bus was half empty with no one close. She thought for a moment, then said,
"Harold, can you keep a secret?"
"Sure. Want me to swear to God?"
"Yes."
He held his right hand up and swore to God. Heather checked again, then leaned in to say, "My mother sucked off a big dog on my lap and made me jack him off while she sucked.
He came in her mouth and then she kissed me with a mouthful of dog sperm. It was a long French kiss and I had to swallow all of his cum. While I was swallowing dog cum, she was wiping her spermy pussy on my legs from my knees to my cunt. [she pulled the skirt up to show him her cunt] And then, she stood on the arm of the chair and smeared her slimy cunt all over my face.
She face fucked me after a dog fucked her. Then she pressed her pussy hard against my open mouth and took a piss, a long piss that filled me up. When she was through pissing, she made me wipe her cunt with my tongue. That's why I'm no longer a lady. I am officially a slut, now."
Harold was still looking at her denuded pussy with his mouth wide open. Heather eased the skirt down and sat up. Harold looked up and said, "Oh."
Heather wanted to smile. She really floored him.
He still had his mouth open. She said, "So, how was your weekend?"
"Huh?"
"How was your weekend? Anything exciting happen?"
"No… Heather?"
"Yes."
"Did you really do those things you said?"
"Yes, swear to God. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No. I swore to God… Heather?"
"Yes."
"If you don't mind me asking, how come there's no hair on your vagina?"
"Ladies have vaginas. I have a cunt or a pussy-twat if you prefer. Would you rephrase the question?"
Harold looked around, leaned in, and whispered, "How come there's no hair on your pussy?"
Heather whispered, "I shaved it off."
"Can I see it again? I never saw one before."
"All right. You look. I'll keep a lookout."
Heather sank low in the seat and laid one leg on Harold's lap to make a good spread. She pulled her skirt up past her belly button. From her position, almost lying on the seat, there was no way she could serve as a lookout, but she was able to give Harold a good spread beaver to examine, which he was doing with her help. She pulled the lips open and fogged his glasses.