Marketa Giavonni Boxed Set

by Marketa Giavonni

  “I’d like to fuck that sweet little ass, Layla,” Mr. Johnson says as if in answer to my thought. “For thirty-five points and an A+ on your final, you can let me fuck you in the ass until I come, OR, you can continue to earn the rest of your points a little at a time, and I’ll start by licking your pussy. What will it be?”

  “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” Layla moans.

  He slaps her ass again. “Call me Dick.”

  Layla cries out in pleasure. “Oh, Dick, please lick my pussy.”

  Mr. Johnson grabs Layla by the waist and turns her around. He lifts her up onto the desk and then kneels in front of her, positioning himself for a pussy licking. Layla spreads her legs as he lifts up her skirt and dives in. While Layla moans, I hear a banging sound behind us.

  Turning around, I see a man with a blonde and a brunette on either side of him standing at the back of the theater. The women are dressed in skintight miniskirts and skimpy halter tops, clothing tailor made for a night of grinding on the dance floor. I bet they were on their way to the club like us when they saw the poster outside the theater.

  This is an opportunity too good to pass up. Now that the audience has grown, my exhibitionist side urges me to add a few new cast members to this sexy play. I whisper in Eric’s ear and then leave my seat, heading for the stairs on the left side of the stage. I hear his footsteps behind me as I climb the steps and we both slip behind the curtain. Mr. Johnson still has his face buried in Layla’s pussy, and she’s got her eyes closed while she grinds her hips against him, both oblivious of their new audience and the fact that their play is about to have two new characters.

  “Mr. Johnson!” I cry out as Eric and I go through the classroom “door” and enter the stage.

  Layla’s eyes fly open, and Mr. Johnson stumbles as he gets up on his feet, staring at us with a look of shock and confusion on his face. He opens his mouth but then closes it when he looks out into the theater and sees the man and the two women taking their seats near the front. The silence extends a minute too long while he stands there in indecision.

  Come on, roll with it, I think, hoping that these two are capable of a little improv. We’re just two students that walked in a teacher preparing to fuck his student. And, scene!

  “Eric and I found these masks during last period when you were in the hallway,” I say, breaking the silence and stepping forward. “Why does a math teacher have masks in his desk? Are they for kinky sex play with your students?”

  “Wha . . . What!?” Mr. Johnson stammers. God, he’s hopeless. Clearly, it’s up to me to get Act II in motion. I step up to Mr. Johnson and start rubbing his cock through his slacks. His eyes go wide, and then a lustful look comes over him as he settles his eyes on my breasts. Now we’re getting somewhere. Go for a man’s package and you get his undivided attention.

  “Do you like my dress, Mr. Johnson? Eric and I thought we would try some extra-curricular role play. Eric, tell Mr. Johnson what we just did in the gym.”

  Eric doesn’t miss a beat. “I was the star basketball player who won the big game. Marketa was the coach’s wife who wanted to be fucked in the ass after everyone went home.” At his words, I immediately flashback to my senior year in high school, with Chip the Jock fucking me on the bleachers after basketball practice, then I flash to the day I told Eric about it. I bite my lip as I think about Eric’s cock in my ass, fucking me in the stairwell of our apartment building.

  “Looks like you and Layla are doing some role playing, too,” I say. “The horny teacher who seduces his student so he can fuck her. Can we play, too?”

  I get up on the desk and swing my legs over the front. “Layla, would you take my panties off?”

  Layla responds faster than her partner did, sliding off the desk and then kneeling in front of me. As she reaches under my dress, our eyes lock for a moment before she glances over at Eric. I note the lustful look in her eyes as she gives him a quick once over; we’ll have no trouble getting Layla to play along with this new development. Her fingers tremble as she hooks them around my thong, and her hands gently squeeze my ass as she slides my panties down. She caresses my stocking clad legs as she slips the thong all the way down and then over my pumps, and then she looks back up at me for her next cue.

  I bite my lip a little and smile at her. “Mr. Johnson was so kind to lick your pussy, Layla. Now it’s your turn to lick mine.”

  Layla wastes no time in doing as she’s told. Her hands slide up my thighs as she kisses her way upward, her mouth just inches away from my eager lower lips. Layla looks up at me and her pink tongue peeks out from within her open mouth. She drags it slowly over her top lip and smiles, then that wicked little tongue plunges into my waiting pussy.

  “Oh, Layla!” I cry out, throwing my head back and grinding my hips against her mouth. Oh, fuck yes! She’s good at this, almost as good as Eric. My pussy throbs as her tongue caresses and plunges, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I grab the back of her head with both my hands and hold on, my fingers pulling at her hair in my excitement.

  Eric steps up next to me and slides the straps of my dress and bra down my shoulder. The deep v-neckline of the dress makes it easy for him to pop my breast out of the bra. He cups it in his big hand and squeezes hard. My nipples are already hard from the attention Layla’s giving me, and when he leans down to suck on the sensitized nubs, I nearly come. Reaching up, I release my other breast and squeeze it as Eric continues to suck on my nipple and while Layla’s lovely mouth caresses my pussy.

  Mr. Johnson is watching all this from the other side of me, his hardened cock pressing out against his slacks. As I continue to fondle myself, he reaches down, unbuttons his slacks, and slides the zipper down. With one swift motion, he pulls both pants and underwear down to his ankles and quickly steps out of them. I look down at his thick, long cock as he steps right up next to me.

  Layla sucks on my clit, making me cry out in pleasure, and I reach up and hook my arm around Mr. Johnson’s head, pulling him down to my breast. “Oh yes, Mr. Johnson!” I cry out as he sucks on my nipple, and I can hear his moans of excitement as I reach down and stroke his cock.

  My whole body is quivering from the orgasm that pulses through me, and I turn my attention to the audience for the first time since initiating this second act of the play. The man is sitting between the two women, and the brunette has a hand down in his lap while he fondles the blonde’s breast. My pussy muscles contract again and again as I watch them play with each other, my orgasm pushed to the edge. Then my eyes drift back to the entrance of the theater house, and I see Bruno standing at the head of the aisle, pumping his cock in his hands, and I come in glorious wave after wave of pleasure.

  “Eric, make sure Layla’s still good and wet.” My voice is raspy, and I’m still panting from my orgasm. Eric releases my breast and disappears below my line of sight, but I know that he’s found his mark when Layla gasps and stops licking my pussy.

  I pull Mr. Johnson’s head up from my breast and kiss him. His lips open wide as the kiss deepens, our tongues caressing each other. Then I pull back a little, my lips hovering just above his. “Get up on your knees on one end of the desk,” I whisper. “Layla’s going to suck your dick while Eric fucks her from behind.”

  “Who are you?” Mr. Johnson whispers. I smile. “Ask your man at the door when the play’s over. Now take your position.”

  When Mr. Johnson is up on the desk, I pull Layla’s hair out of the ponytail and grab the hair band. Her fine blonde hair falls out of the braid and I slip the bottom band off as well. Gathering her hair up on one side, I fasten the pigtail with one hair band and then do the same to the other side. “There,” I say, taking Layla’s face in my hands and pulling her up to her feet. “Now Mr. Johnson will have something to hold on to while you’ve got his dick in your mouth.”

  Layla looks away from me and up at Mr. Johnson positioned on the desk. She gets up on her hands and knees in front of him, and I step away from the desk while Eric takes his place behin
d her. I give him a meaningful look, and he smiles. It’s not even Halloween, and he gets to fuck a school girl in his favorite position. As Layla takes Dick in her mouth, Eric takes Layla from behind.

  As I watch the Halloween fuck I’m usually the center of, I reach behind my dress and unzip it, and then unhook my bra. I shed two layers of black lace and stand on the stage wearing nothing but my black stockings and fuck-me pumps. Walking to the side of the stage, I go down the stairs and walk up the theater aisle. When I reach the row where the man and the two women sit, I slide past the brunette and sit down in the man’s lap. Grinding my hips against him, I shove my big breasts in his face. “You want to play, too?”

  The man’s lips part to speak, but before he can say anything the brunette gets up from her seat. “Let’s go, Jason,” she says. The man still has his eyes on my breasts. “Melissa and I want to do that thing with you now.” She looks over at the blonde, who rises from her seat, too. They both have a desperate look in their eyes, like they’re about to lose something forever. Jason finally tears his eyes away from my breasts and looks at his companions. The smile that crosses his face tells me he’s finally getting what he’s always wanted, and that fun with me is no longer an option.

  I’m a little disappointed there won’t be any audience participation in this play, but I get off Jason and let him rise from his seat. He looks at me one more time before leaving with the blonde and the brunette. They’re on either side of him, their arms wrapped tightly around him as if they’re afraid he’ll change his mind and break away from them to go back to me. As they reach the back of the theater, I see Bruno standing there still watching me.

  Eric comes up behind me with my dress, thong, and the clutch I left behind in my seat. As I get dressed, I turn around and watch while Layla and Mr. Johnson continue the play without us.

  He’s lying on his back on top of the desk. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” Layla says as she straddles him. “Oh, Dick!” she cries out, grinding her hips against his cock.

  “Oh, Layla baby, that’s good. Lay-la, Lay-la, Lay-la. Fuck me hard.”

  Layla bobs up and down on his cock, screaming his name in time with his thrusts. “Dick, Dick, Dick, DICK, DICK, DIIIIIIIIIIIICK!”

  Layla’s still screaming in ecstasy when Eric and I reach the back of the theater. Bruno’s been watching me the whole time. As we pass by, I take another card out of my clutch and press it into his hand. “Give the card to Richard and Layla when they’re done with the play. You can keep the other one.” I lean up to whisper in his ear. “The first download’s free. I suggest you do Lexi. You look like a man who’d enjoy watching a virgin get fucked.” Then Eric and I leave. I can feel Bruno watching me, but I don’t look back.

  Outside the theater, the full moon rides high in the dark night.

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  About the Author

  Marketa Giavonni is a figment of your wildest imagination. She lives and breathes on the pages of your e-reader, inviting you to revel in naughtiness night after night. No filler, just lots of hot sex. Her goal is to leave you wet, wild, and whimpering in desire. If she succeeds, then spread the word with a review. She’ll hold an orgy in your honor. ;-)