Run Ch. 01

"Stay right there now, while the lunch lady serves you up somethin' sweet." Lola slid her jeans down around her ankles then kicked them off. She wasn't wearing underwear. She thought it just got in the way. She straddled Carolyn's face and undid the buttons on her lover's blouse. "Start licking slut!" She didn't have long to wait to feel Carolyn's ever-so-talented tongue delve deep into her pussy. No wait gave head like Carolyn Martin.

Lola finished getting her lover's top out of the way and pulled her bra up over her tits. She now had free reins to fondly Carolyn's beautiful breasts while getting her pussy devoured. 'Life don't get no better than this,' she thought.

Carolyn pulled on Lola's inner labia with her mouth, stretching them out as far as they would go. She released them almost with a snap, then dug her tongue in deep, excavating that sexy crevasse in hopes of finding her most buried treasure. 'She's so damn hot,' Carolyn thought as she ate of Lola's banquet. Carolyn's nipples were being pulled and the soft flesh of her breasts prodded, all at Lola's discretion. Carolyn ran the tip of her tongue on the sensitive area between pussy and asshole before sticking it up Lola's sweet spot one more time.

It wasn't long before Lola climaxed onto Carolyn's face. Carolyn shook her mouth like a wet dog, growling into her lover's pussy. Lola's body was rocking and her mind was seeing stars, but she wasn't done. She clamped her thighs together on either side of the redhead's face, holding her in place. "Keep goin'. I didn't throw away my lunch hour for you to quite after just . . . one . . ." Lola trailed off. Carolyn hadn't needed much encouragement to continue.

Lola looked around and saw Carolyn's large purse next to the desk. "You brought the toy I wanted?" she asked hungrily.

"Yes," Carolyn hissed, then continued tonguing that perfect slot.

Lola stretched her arm and was able to reach the purse without breaking contact with the psychiatrist. She rifled through the bag and found the toy . . . a ten-inch rubber dildo, complete with handle. She put the head in her mouth, getting it a little wet, then leaned forward and placed the head in entrance of Carolyn's pussy.

"Tell me you want it," she said.

"I want it," Carolyn whimpered.

"Tell me what you want?"

"I want you to fuck me with that big cock."

"Where do you want me to put it?"

"In my pussy," Carolyn replied. "In my mouth and . . . and in my ass."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Lola said. As Carolyn continued her feast, Lola took two overhand grips on that toy and started thrusting the humongous beast into her lover's body. Carolyn's poor pussy was stretched to the limit trying to accommodate the monster, but she wouldn't complete. Lola knew from experience that the redhead would cum many times very shortly.

This was what Carolyn Martin loved, and it was the reason she didn't care about opening up a private practice and making a ton of money. This was where Lola was, and great sex made up for a lot of things. Her pussy was full, her mouth was busy and her face was sticky with hot Latina cum. Things didn't get much better than that. And when Lola took one hand off the dildo to play with Carolyn's tits some more, it got even closer to the pinnacle.

Lola was cumming again as Carolyn's next orgasm hit. Both girls were suppressing screams of pleasure as there bodies shook and expelled their girl jizz. The dildo was trapped in Carolyn's body, and Lola let go of it so she could hand on to both of her lover's breasts (just for the sake of balance, of course.).

"Glad you got some good learning in ya," Lola said as she dismounted Carolyn's face. She pulled the dildo out like Arthur pulling the sword from the stone. But King Arthur probably didn't stick that sword down Lancelot's throat. Carolyn was getting some deep-throat dildo action from her personal ruler. Lola shoved enough of the toy into her lover's throat to make her gag, but made sure to pull back before causing any actual pain. Carolyn was getting a good taste of her own juices, sucking them off the plastic invader with no small amount of pleasure.

Lola figured it was about time. She rolled Carolyn over onto her stomach, the woman's soft, pale ass sticking out into the room. Lola wasn't going to waste any time. She climbed onto the desk and straddled Carolyn's back. She reached one hand forward and grabbed a handful of Carolyn's hair. She stretched her other hand backward where she slowly and methodically pushed the massive cock into the redhead's waiting asshole.

Carolyn's gasp echoed throughout the room. The school psychiatrist, at that moment, didn't give a shit if she got caught. She needed what Lola was about to give her.

Lola was smiling. No girl she had ever been with liked taking it up the behind like the Doc did. This toy was a little bigger than they usually used for this activity, and it was obvious that Carolyn's sphincter was resisting a bit more than usual. But Lola also knew that her lover could take it, and that the intellectual that she was sitting on would be begging for it hard and fast pretty damn soon.

"How's that feel?" Lola said, sinking the dildo halfway into Carolyn's body. "Like that, don't ya?"

"I love it," Carolyn sighed.

"Play with yourself," Lola ordered. "I want you to masturbate while I fuck your asshole."

Carolyn obeyed. Her hips were far enough away from the desk that she was able to get one hand between her thighs so she could finger herself. All the while, Lola rode her like a beast of burden, pulling on her hair and fucking her in her delightfully tortured ass.

Lola stayed on her mount for a lot longer than eight seconds, but she knew she had to hurry up. She had stuff to do, and she knew that Carolyn had another appointment later. Without a word, she got off of Carolyn and knelt on the floor behind her. Still pumping the fake cock in and out of that beautiful round ass, Lola replaced Carolyn's fingers with Lola's tongue. She sucked pussy and plunged asshole with almost frightening intensity.

"Cum for me baby," Lola whispered. "Cum for me!"

Carolyn had no choice but to comply. Her knees buckled a bit as she gripped the far side of her desk. Her asshole completely trapped the large dildo buried in its depths, and her pussy let loose with everything she had left. And Lola never quite licking or sucking, drinking Carolyn's meager remaining juices with great relish.

The redheaded psychiatrist was lying on her own desk, at a public school, sweating like a racehorse. There was a beautiful Latin lunch lady kneeling behind her with a ten inch dildo in her ass. There was no place Carolyn would rather be.

"You okay baby?" Lola asked, pulling the dildo out. Gone was any hint of dominance from her voice. "Was that good?"

Carolyn rolled over, wrapped her legs around Lola's waist and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her close. Carolyn kissed Lola, again tasting her own cum. "You couldn't be anything BUT good," she assured the girl. Ever since there relationship and sexual games had begun, Carolyn had pushed and prodded Lola to be more assertive. Lola had finally gotten the hang of it, though she quickly shirked the role of alpha-female as soon as the sex was over. "You are the absolute best," Carolyn added, kissing the Hispanic hottie again.

"You're amazing," Lola said, blushing again. "How do you make me feel like this?"

Carolyn grabbed Lola's ass. "Practice," she said with a grin.

The two women started getting dressed and fixing up the office after their tryst. They had done this so many times that both were amazed they hadn't gotten caught. Carolyn tossed her ruined panties into her purse along with the dildo, then used handi-wipes to help wipe away the sweat and cum residue.

Lola was still amazed that this woman would want to be with her. But she wasn't going to question good luck when fortune smiled upon her.

"Hurry home tonight," Carolyn said before Lola could leave. "I want to go catch a movie, but we're not doing a damn thing until you've done your homework."

Lola rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She had never graduated from high school, but one of the terms that had been set for her parole was that she get her GED. Carolyn had lobbied for that stipulation, and Lola found herself enjoying learning for the first time. It didn't hurt that Carolyn liked to award achievements with more sex.

"Yes ma'am," Lola replied, sticking out her tongue. She slowly opened the door and looked outside. They were still between periods, so the hall was empty. She slipped outside and disappeared down the corridor.

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That Friday . . .

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Keith was sitting on the steps of the school, waiting. Gail had told him that this was the way that Pat had been leaving school, so he had invented an excuse and popped out of class a few minutes early. There was something eating at him and he had to get it off of his chest, even if it got him in trouble.

Soon enough, he noticed Gail coming down the hallway, her eyes fixed on the floor a certain distance in front of her. Keith stood to the side and raised his hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. It seemed like Pat was going to walk on by without noticing him, but she stopped when he was four feet behind her. Even with students streaming by, Keith heard her quite clearly.

"You know you're not supposed to come near me right?"

Keith gritted his teeth. "And YOU know I'm not a threat to you, so please . . . two minutes of your time and you'll never have to talk to me again."

Pat didn't turn around. Keith couldn't see it, but every muscle in her body was straining. Fight or flight . . . those were the two options she was used to. Fighting she could do, and flight wasn't done out of fear, but rather was done because fighting took away valuable time. But her words to Dr. Martin came back to haunt her. Why did talking to this boy make her so . . . conflicted?

"You have two minutes," she said slowly and deliberately.

"I'm sorry for what happened," he started. "I wanted to say it without Mr. Primely making me say it. I wasn't trying to hurt you, and it's pretty damn obvious now that I wouldn't have been able to anyway." He stopped, took a breath and then, "But was yanking my arm really necessary? I mean, we're about to start the playoffs in a few weeks!"

"I shouldn't have to rationalize defending myself . . ."

"You weren't defending yourself, because you weren't in any danger! We both know it! I just wanted to talk . . ."

It was Pat's turn to interrupt. "Why? Why did you want to talk? We've been going to the same school for three years now, and you've never said a word. No one has," she added, then wished she hadn't. She was sounding sorry for herself, and she wasn't. At least she didn't think she felt like that.

"Does someone really need an excuse to talk to you?" Keith asked, now quite uncomfortable.

"Yes," she replied simply. 'Or at least I suspect they do,' she thought. "So why now? Just . . . just an honest answer."

Keith caved. He felt it was important to play it straight here. "I . . . A bunch of kids wanted to know . . . if you were straight or gay. I kind of got elected to talk to you and try to find out."

Pat's blood had turned a bit frosty. "Your two minutes are up," she said, her voice not reflecting her frigid temperament. She continued on her way.

Keith stared after her. "That could have gone better," he muttered.

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To be continued . . .