3 comments/ 147795 views/ 22 favorites Teacher Is The Pet Ch. 01 By: Orexis Chris Collins was nervous and excited at the same time. The 24 year-old petite blond high school teacher flitted around the small house her husband and she had purchased a year earlier when they had moved to the small Texas town from Chicago after completing their advanced degrees. The house was neat and clean, but she adjusted things as she moved around. This activity was all to hide her nervousness in the last few minutes before four of her high school math students would arrive for some private tutoring. Private tutoring. Surely that term would get a new meaning this day. Chris thought back to the events of the previous weeks, and a smile of excitation crossed her face. She felt her labia fill with the blood of her excitation, as she thought back to the events leading up to this Saturday evening. She felt the inside of her sex begin to moisten along with the external signs of her growing lust. The memories were vivid and complete. She had been in the small supply room her classroom included, straightening the meager supplies the school district provided, trying to assess what she had to work with when things began to take a turn. The school district was primarily poor agrarian families, and many of her students didn’t have pencil or paper to do their assignments on. The district though poor provided some of these items with federal funds provided by the ‘No Child Left Behind’ Act. Her attire typical of every other day at school. A mid-calf dress that flowed from her tiny waist. If it weren’t for the fact her rather large bust always had her looking like she was about to bust the buttons on the front of the dress, she could be characterized a frump. Chris had always had problems with her DD bust line. It had always attracted attention from men. She wasn’t comfortable with the kind of attention it gained her, but she had grown used to it and had several tried and true techniques to avert their attention when things appeared to be getting out of hand. Yet there had been some instances where she had almost not used these techniques, because of the feelings some of these encounters had aroused in her. Some of these more aggressive occurrences had been like she had ‘seething slut inside’ tattooed on her forehead. When the men had gotten aggressive she had almost not been able to implement one of her canned responses that always worked to cool them off. She needed to have her order for replenishment ready by the first of the week and so she was busily counting reams of notebook paper and pencils, etc. She was lost in her thoughts and hadn’t heard Roger White, enter the storeroom. Roger was typical of most of her students. Big strapping East Texas youths that were muscled and hard bodied, not from workouts in the gym, but from hard days working the fields or logging in the Piney Woods of East Texas. Most boys and even some girls went to the fields or the woods as soon as they were old enough to handle whatever implement the work required. This was necessary to augment whatever meager family income the others in the family brought home. Roger was also the self-appointed leader of a small group of boys of mixed ethnicity that though not a gang was as close as you would find without going to the hoods and barrios of the inner city. A seemingly rough lot, their principal tactic was intimidation of the weaker students in school. Truth be told they had probably never committed a crime greater than disturbing the peace, or drinking underage. When Roger entered the room, he had quietly closed the door behind him. The lack of light penetrating the room from the open door had caught Chris attention and she turned, just as Roger was upon her. The room was almost completely dark except for the small beams of light that penetrated under the door. He quickly shoved her up against the wall her diminutive 5’2” form no match for his looming 6 foot plus presence. His hand came down over her mouth and his eyes looked ominous in the semi-darkness. They almost glowed like a predatory animal thought Chris. “Hello, Mrs. Collins. I have waited for this moment since the beginning of term. I am going to remove my hand from your mouth. If you scream I will be forced to hurt you. I don’t want to have to do that, but I will, so just keep quiet and do as you are told and you won’t get hurt.” Slowly the strapping 18-year-old high school student took his hand away from her mouth and Chris wisely kept her words in check. She had started to scold the boy and try to regain some semblance of control, but instead remained quiet and almost reveled in the lack of control she was being forced to endure. The hand that had covered her mouth dropped to her small neck and encircled it. Not tightly so as to cut of her wind supply, but firmly enough to hold her pinned to the wall. His free hand dropped to the front of her dress and gripped the large melon of her right breast, through her clothing, and began to freely fondle. Chris hand came up to capture the boys groping fist and she risked speaking. “Roger, you aren’t supposed to be in here, and you certainly aren’t supposed to be touching me in this way.” Her words had been completely unthreatening in their tone and Roger hadn’t reacted by tightening his grip on her throat, but the fist that mauled her breast had tightened to a vise like grip that sent lightening bolts of pain through her breast and thrilling feelings of helplessness through the young woman. “You are wrong. I will go where I please and do what I like, bitch.” His grip continued to tighten on her breast and after a moment her hand just dropped away from his. Whether it was the pain, the pleasure in the pain, or the total helplessness of her situation might never be known, but his grip eased as soon as she stopped trying to push it away from her breast. “I see you get the picture slut. You are my bitch from now on. You will do as I say and serve me as a good and proper slave should. Do you understand?” His words thrilled her. She didn’t know why, but she had to have this. It was wrong and she could get in big trouble if she was found out. She sensed rather than knew his demands on her would be sexual, and that played in her mind for the briefest of instants before she replied. That would mean cheating on her husband, but he was a worthless wimp both sexually and in life. She reasoned the boy was 18 so there was nothing illegal if she were required to have sex with him. It was a breach of her teaching contract that might result in her loosing her job, but the risk was worth it. Chris had never felt so exhilarated. After the briefest of moments while these thoughts ran through her head at lightening speed, she gave the proper response. “Yes Sir.” “That is a good little slave, but you will reply yes Master to anything I tell you to do.” Her submission was complete and she could do nothing else but comply. Any thoughts of morality or the fraternization clause in her contract with the school district were gone. Something was awake in her and she had to have this, now. “Yes Master.” “That’s a good slave. You learn quickly. You will serve me well I feel.” Roger stepped back from her and leered as he gave her the next instruction. “Lift your skirt so I can see my whore’s body, slut.” Without hesitation, Chris replied “Yes Master” and bent to lift her skirt as commanded. She wore pantyhose that were sheer to the waist and the utilitarian cotton panties she wore underneath could be clearly seen. She blushed as the hem of her skirt came up under her chin. She couldn’t understand why she was blushing, because she was enjoying being commanded and putting herself on display this way. It must be an unconscious reaction, she thought. Her pussy throbbed and her clit and nipples hardened under the gaze of the boy, and though consciously her mind was wondering what he would require of her next, subconsciously she wanted him to require she get nasty. She didn’t have to wait long as he stepped in close to her again. His hand went to the waistband of the pantyhose and started to slip inside. Finding her panty’s waistband his hand descended further and further. “Spread you legs slut, so your Master might play with his pussy.” Obediently Chris moved one of her legs sideways until they were shoulder length apart. Her breath drew in sharply as Rogers long fingers slipped into the swamp her crotch had become in the last few moments. His finger slipped inside the warm wet tightness of her cunt. “I see my little whore is pleased to be in the presence of her Master.” She could only reply in one way, even if she had thought to reply otherwise, which never crossed her mind. “Yes Master.” “You are to never wear panty hose again slut. You will purchase thigh highs or a garter belt and stockings. You will also get some sexy panties and not the horrible cotton things you are wearing. You must always wear these to be prepared to serve me when I come to use you.” “As you wish my Master.” Roger took his hand out of her panties and held his finger to her lips. Chris smelled the muskiness of her sex as he instructed her to lick it clean. “Clean your whore’s juice from my finger slut.” Obediently and without a hint or even a thought of protest, she took the finger between her lips and sucked her juice from it like she was sucking a small cock. Roger placed his hands on her shoulders and started to push her toward the floor. Chris knew what this meant and dropped her skirt while going to her knees without protest. Roger’s crotch, the bulge of his cock huge inside his baggy jeans, was even with her face as he spoke. “Service me whore.” Reaching for the fly of his jeans she looked up and replied “Yes Master.” Her fingers quickly unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and in a small moment, his jeans were down around his ankles, his boxers following quickly and Chris was stroking the last bit of life into his semi-erect cock, before engulfing it with her small mouth. She thrilled at the heady aroma of sweat and urine, which was not from lack of hygiene, but more likely commonplace this late in the day. More than that though the size of his man meat thrilled her. Though she didn’t have a lot of experience in this regard, she knew her husband was likely on the small size of normal at only about five inches. Her student-turned-Master was closer to 10 inches now that he was fully erect. Fueled by an unconscious desire to please this aggressive dominant male that had become her Master, she found she had little difficulty taking his cock into her throat in what was her first experience at deep-throating a large cock. She sucked his cock lovingly as he assailed her with humiliating diatribe. “Suck it you nasty slut.” “You are nothing but a nasty whore.” “You will serve me well and those I bring to you for you to service.” “You are a nasty slut who wants to be used like a whore aren’t you, bitch.” Her answer was automatic. Even if she had thought about it, it wouldn’t have been different. “Yes Master, I am a nasty slut who wants to be used like a whore as you might command me.” Roger grabbed the sides of her face and started to thrust his hips forward and backward as he fucked her face rather than allowing her to just suck his cock. Chris reveled in the ferocity of his use of her oral orifice like it was a pussy. She moaned around his thrusting cock as her lust continued to build. This was so fucking nasty and so fiercely aggressive, she thought. Secretly she longed for him to get even more brutal in his use of her. She couldn’t understand these feelings, but they were none-the-less real and she loved feeling this way. As his cock erupted in her mouth, she felt her own orgasm sweep through her fevered crotch. She began to swallow his spew, something she had always refused to do with her husband. She didn’t lose a drop other than the errant dribble from the corner of her mouth, which she chased back inside with a finger once he withdrew his cock from her used facial orifice. He adjusted his clothing and left. “Be ready each day, for I will come and use you again.” “Yes Master.” That night Chris stopped at the small department store and purchased the stockings and panties as she had been commanded. The next day when she lifted her skirt she proudly wore the lace-topped thigh high stockings and skimpy bikini panties as directed. Roger brought a chair in the small store room that day and had her bend over, lifted her skirt and slid her panties down so he could fuck her cunt. Having never been fucked by such a large cock before she almost felt as if she were loosing her virginity again. The loss of her virginity though had been a painful non-event and this was thrilling. Her orgasm was massive as his huge cock pummeled her petite body and his control over her grew more deeply. She was certainly now and forever more his slut and would do anything to please him. Or at least so she thought at that moment. As his cock spewed his seed into her lusty cunt she worried momentarily about pregnancy, but if pregnancy was a consequence of feeling this good, so-be-it. As if he read her mind his comments went to that very topic. “I will breed you as the slave you are. If you have a child, it will be my property just as you are my property.” Chris made a mental note to get on birth control, but only replied “Yes Master.” He came and used her every day from that day forth. He had fucked her face, her cunt and her ass. She complied with everything he required of her each day, her submission growing deeper each time he used her. She had stopped wearing panties as he had commanded and as required she had shaved her pussy. The slight breeze on her now completely bald pussy was erotic in itself. She had balked at first when he required she clean his cock with her mouth after fucking her ass, as he did after fucking her pussy. The initial revulsion though quickly passed as she eagerly sucked his shit stained cock in her desire to please him. Besides it was totally nasty. These thoughts went through her mind as she waited for her Master Roger and the others in his gang to arrive for ‘tutoring’. She knew the only topic that would be studied this night was human sexuality and the depravity of her slave service and math would never be considered. She giggled softly to herself when she thought addition would be studied a bit. Adding the number of times she was used and the number of cocks or orgasms that would be achieved in her service to her Master and his friends. Addition was math after all. She giggled again at the thought. Her attire wasn’t in keeping with what would be considered acceptable in academic circles. Her shorts were baggy cutoff sweat pants a drawstring holding them up around her tiny waist. Her top was a tee cropped to just below her breasts. If she raised her arms even to just level in front of her, the globes of her breasts would appear under the top as it rode up. She wore no bra or panties and was barefoot. Her husband, Jack Collins, had tried to accost her when he had seen her dressed like this earlier that afternoon and she had chastised him vehemently. “Cool your jets, I have students coming over to study in a bit.” “You are going to tutor students dressed like that?” “Yes, and you are to go to the den and remain there while they are here.” He knew better than to argue with her, he was even more submissive than she was. His male vanity however never allowed him to show it, but he felt it. When she got ‘bossy’ with him, Jack actually enjoyed the feelings of being dominated. That had been their attraction initially, but had been the wall that sprang up between them over time. She needed dominance and not a wimp weasel as she called him in her most angry moments. He fixed a cooler of iced down beer so he wouldn’t have to leave the den. Fortunately the den had a half bath for when it came time to return rent-a-beer. The stage was set and Chris waited for her Master and his cronies to arrive. They came to the backdoor only because it seemed criminal to do so, all four looking like they were ready to take on the world in their version of World War III. There was Roger of course, his strapping six-foot plus frame, flanked by Eric, Todd and Jamal. All were 18 with the exception of Jamal who was 19 having been held back twice in elementary school, until they discovered and treated his dyslexia. Eric was Mexican and as mean as they come or so he would like you to think. His short stature, characteristic of his race, gave him a ‘Little Napoleon’ complex and a seething internal anger. He dressed in Cholo styling, hair short and held back in a slick cut that took time to create under a hair net with tons of hairspray he combed out and lightly retouched after it dried and the shape was set. He wore baggy khaki pants and an A-shirt, his muscles rippling under the bronze body his ancestry guaranteed. Jamal was a deep dark African-American. His toned body at 5’10” looked like a wide receiver in the NFL. Todd was kind of the odd man out at 5’6”. Though at least equal in height to his Mexican friend, he was the shortest in the group, and had none of the toned musculature of his friends. He was skinny in fact, though as strong as an ox from his part in the fields and forests of East Texas. He wouldn’t be a part if Roger hadn’t been his cousin. He looked almost geek in comparison to the others. His ‘good guy’ appearance, though, was an asset though when the group needed to hustle beer with a fake ID at a local convenience store. So he was accepted into the ‘gang’. Chris opened the backdoor and stood to one side and the four entered the kitchen. They eyed her up and down as they stepped inside, ogling her barely covered body. Chris blushed profusely at the obvious lust in the eyes of this group of her high school students. Ch. 02 continues Chris decent into submission at the hands of Roger and his cronies. Teacher Is The Pet Ch. 02 (this is the continuation of “Teacher is the Pet – Ch 01”. Read it first to gain context of the story and the characters.) Though blushing from her embarrassment, her pussy was fully engorged with the blood of her lust. She wished she had been allowed to wear panties, for she could feel her moisture seeping from her and beginning to soak the remnants of a crotch in her shorts. Roger walked to the center of the small kitchen and turned to face Chris. His three cronies lined up almost like soldiers behind him. When Chris turned around to face the room after closing the door, locking it and pulling down the shade, Roger spoke to her. “Over here my slut.” He said pointing to the floor in front of him. Chris blushed as she answered. Though he called her slut all the time and Chris loved the label and what it promised, it had to this point been just the two of them. The humiliation of being called his slut in front of the other boys was embarrassing to the young teacher, but the humiliation was part of the reward to come. The promise of his dominance in the label being applied to her, forced her to slip into service mode and she replied appropriately as she moved to the specified location in front of him. “Yes Master.” “I am pleased with this look on you.” He said gesturing to her skimpy attire. “Thank you Master.” Chris replied, then her submission reaching the fullest extent possible, she risked a further comment. “I hoped it would please you to see me dressed as the slut I am and ready to be used by you, rather than in the frumpy attire I must wear in school each day.” She smiled as she finished her comment. Gazing at the other three boys, she saw the lust in their eyes and the bulges in the front of their pants. Roger’s next action would complete that lust and the games would be on. “Lift your arms out to the side.” He commanded. Chris raised her arms to shoulder level as commanded. The cropped Tee rose with her arms and the pendulous globes of her overripe DD breasts escaped from underneath its covering cloth. If her nipples hadn’t already been turgid from the excitation they would not have prevented the tee from slipping the hemmed edge higher and revealing all of her massive mammaries. Roger took a small step forward and covered the brief distance between them. “I am pleased he said as his hand gently caressed the side of her face. His hand continued further down along her neck until it came to the neck hem of the tee and his fingers slipped inside the neck hole. Grasping the shirt firmly, he jerked downward and the little piece of cloth that was the tee, disintegrated and slipped from Chris upper body. “Oh.” Chris yelped at the unexpected move by the boy. Her exclamation not one of fear or any other emotions, save perhaps lust. She blushed profusely as her upper body was revealed, no longer obstructed by clothing, to all in the room. Her nipples already hard and standing out, like pencil erasers from her dark aureoles, stiffened further, from the coolness of the room and the lust her semi-nakedness fanned to fever pitch. Her breast flesh still perky with her young years looked like twin melons on her chest her nipples pointing upward at a 45-degree angle. Her chest rhythmically heaved up and down, in her growing lust, causing the twin peaks to rise and fall. Though momentarily embarrassed, she was lost to her lust and the dominance of her student-Master. Roger wasn’t through with her unveiling yet, though. Reaching to the drawstring on the front of the shorts. Her pulled the tail of the bow she had created when she had tied the garment in place. No longer held in place by the drawstring, Chris shorts immediately dropped to her ankles. Her blush deepened as she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them aside to join the tattered top Roger had discarded on the floor. Her embarrassment was brief though as she stood naked as the day she was born in front of the leering gazes of her students. Her bald pussy and pendulous breasts exposed as they were, made her feel like the slut she had become and the whore she longed to be. Looking up at Roger, for the first time totally nude to his gaze, she spoke. “Is my Master pleased?” His response gave her the answer and the sense of pride she was looking for. “Yes whore, service me.” Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and released Roger’s cock from its restraints. Taking him into her eager mouth she began to deep-throat the turgid beast he carried between his legs. She took him easily to the balls now that she was practiced at sucking him into her mouth and throat. Her practiced expertise was not wasted on the others. Jamal was the first to speak. “Look at that slut suck cock. She is better than any whore I have ever seen.” Jamal rubbed the front of his jeans as he spoke, obviously aroused by the salacious sight of his math teacher eagerly sucking his friend. All three of the boys were rubbing the erections in their jeans. Roger lifted any restrictions that might have held the boys back with a gesture toward Chris. Jamal squatted beside the eagerly sucking young blond schoolteacher and grasped the nearest breast. Todd went to the other side and squatted then bent to take her other exposed breast into his mouth. Eric moved behind her. “I got to eat that pussy he said as he sat on the floor behind her, then reclined to slip between her legs and begin swiping his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back again, lingering to tongue fuck her copiously juicing cunt on each pass. With Jamal virtually mauling one breast, Todd sucking the other tenderly and Eric doing an excellent job licking her fevered slit, Chris redoubled her efforts on Roger’s cock. She began to slurp as she rhythmically fucked his huge cock in and out of her mouth and throat. When Jamal bent and bit the turgid nipple on the breast he was mauling, the pain almost immediately registered as a minor orgasm in the erotic pathways that connect her erogenous breasts with her equally erogenous pussy. She moaned at the heady rush this produced. Her oral efforts on Roger’s cock were so intensified, he blew his load into her eagerly sucking mouth moments later. His almost bestial moan all but a bellow as his balls released into her mouth. “Oh yeah, suck my cock whore.” When Roger withdrew from her mouth and moved away from Chris to sit in a kitchen chair a few feet away, Jamal moved in. Releasing his cock from its restraint he stepped up in front of her and spoke. “Gots to have some of that mouth. Suck it slut.” Jamal’s cock was huge. It was easily 12 inches long and as big around as a man’s forearm. And it wasn’t fully erect, yet. Turning to look at her Master sitting a few feet away to gain his approval, Roger merely nodded his ascent. Without hesitation, Chris took hold of Jamal’s cock and began stroking it to complete erection. Her tongue snaked out and laved the bulbous black head, before she opened as wide as she could and took him into her mouth. It took the young teacher several attempts but after a few minutes she was taking him to the balls into her oral orifice and Jamal was the one doing the moaning. But he wanted more than her mouth. Backing away from her he moved to a kitchen chair and sat down. He summoned her to him with a gesture, and she obediently knee walked over to where he sat. She thought he was just going to sit and enjoy her oral efforts so she reached for his cock again. But Jamal had other ideas. He reached down and caught her under both armpits and lifted her petite body. Turning her around so her back was to him, he drew her closer and his legs spread hers as he drew her nearer his body. Her legs spread around his, one on either side, effectively opening her pussy to invasion by the massive cudgel, and he began to lower her onto his cock. When the bulbous head, easily as big around as a que ball, contacted her pussy and the lips spread around the spongy man meat, to begin pressing at the entrance of her tight little cunt, Chris just drew her breath in sharply as the head slipped inside her spit and girl-juice slickened opening. When Jamal relaxed his arm muscles and she slipped down onto him, taking 10 inches of his cock inside her tight little opening, before her feet contacted the floor, allowing her to arrest her descent, she gasped at the sudden stretching intrusion. Never before had the lusty young teacher been so speared by a cock. Roger was huge, but even he was dwarfed in comparison by the big black cock impaling her body now. When Jamal raised her up and slammed her back down on his cock, slipping the last four inches into her already overstuffed tunnel, the air escaped her in a sudden whoosh, as if the sudden intrusion had caused his cock to press against her lungs, or someone had hit her sharply in the solar plexus. Chris felt as if a sledgehammer had been stuffed up inside her, yet her body was already adjusting and cunt walls were already starting to nibble at the invader. Her head swam from the feeling of ten pounds being stuffed into a five-pound bag, and her momentary inability to breath. Her lust though quickly overcame these feelings. Her feet were flat on the floor and a little flex was in her knees. She took advantage of the ability this gave her and began to ride up and down on the pole stuffed inside her. Her body was directing the actions now, for her mind was still concentrating on the pain associated with her stuffing. Had her mind had control of the situation she would have at the very least sat still until her tiny body adjusted to the huge presence, if not to have gotten up completely. But instead, her body required she ride the long black schlong impaling her. As she rode up her inner lips would be drawn out with his cock, as if to cling to him and not allow him to leave. Then as she reversed direction, they would be drug back inside to cling to the cock reentering her. As the first of what would be many orgasms that night began to build inside her, she began to babble her lust. “Oh my gawd, fuck me.” “I’m just a nasty fucking slut, use me like a whore.” Though it was Jamal’s desire to fuck her hard it wasn’t because she asked for it. He gripped her tiny waist and began to slam her down on his cock, adding intensity to her own fuck rhythm. At one point her feet came of the floor and Jamal was literally picking her up and slamming her back down hard on his cock. His balls were drawn up tight in his scrotum and his release was imminent. His only desire to unload in his petite teacher, before something occurred that might deny him that possibility. At this point it was certainly a race to the finish line. Eric had had enough of the viewing bystander and stepped up to Chris. Her eyes were closed and so it wasn’t until he traced his uncut cock along her lips that she realized he was there. Even then she didn’t open her eyes and just opened her mouth and took him inside her oral fuck hole. It was hard sucking Eric the way Jamal was throwing her up and down on his cock. Chris reached out and grabbed the cock at the base to steady it and continued to administer her excellent oral service. At the same time she planted he feet on the floor again. Jamal stopped slamming her up and down on his big black cock when Chris went back to fucking him. She could now concentrate and do a better job on the cock she was sucking. Eric had no complaints though as her eagerly sucking mouth worked on his uncut cock. He was smaller than the others she had sucked already, at only seven inches, though larger than the five and one half to six inches that was the average for Caucasian males. His uncut rod was a new experience for Chris and she loved the way the foreskin slipped back and forth across the head of his cock as she fucked it in and out of her mouth. With Jamal’s cock sawing vigorously in and out of her fevered slot, she was hoovering this cock with exuberance and zeal. Eric was doomed to not last very long and soon he withdrew from her and blew his load all over her exposed breasts, grunting and moaning as his spew erupted. Jamal’s explosion followed almost immediately. His balls erupting in her widely stretched slot triggered her orgasm and she moaned out her pleasure loudly. “Oh my gawd.” “I’m such a nasty slut.” “This feels so fucking good.” “Fuck me.” “Fuuuuccccckkkkk Meeeeee!” Jamal lifted her off his withering cock and she turned to immediately clean him. She knew she was required to clean the cock that fucked her, and had come to love the taste of boy cum and girl juice mixed on the hot rod that had just used her. Roger moving away and Jamal moving in moments before had denied her the opportunity or the pleasure of sucking his cock clean. In the den Jack sat nursing his beer. He was well into a 12-pak as he sat, the TV on but he paid no attention to it. Emboldened when he heard the latest round of moans, he walked to the louvered window that closed off the kitchen service counter to the den. He had been able to hear low rumbles coming from the kitchen, but none of what was said was intelligible to him. The latest grunts and moans though were unmistakably the sounds of sexual activity. He twisted the bar that rotated the louvers to the open position, just enough to get a clear view inside the room. The movement didn’t go undetected though as Roger watched the louvers move to a slightly open position and could see a figures outline on the other side. Jack looked in and there he saw his petite wife naked, on her knees, sucking on the biggest cock he had ever seen. She laved lovingly on the big black monster in her hands. She looked a mess with cum dripping from her turgid nipples and her hair mussed by those who had used her. Across the room was another muscled youth sitting in a chair, his withered cock apparently trying to rise again, and a third stood by a boner at the ready as he awaited his turn. This salacious sight caused Jack’s puny cock to immediately stiffen in his jeans. The boys all looked powerful in the musculature and Jack wisely didn’t enter the kitchen, but merely closed the louvers and returned to his easy chair to open another beer. In the kitchen, Chris finished cleaning Jamal and stood licking the balance of their combined juices from her lips. Turning she saw Todd at the ready and took hold of his hand. “Come lover, let’s go where we can get more comfortable.” She led them out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom. At first she started to turn off to the guest room, but decided instead the king sized bed in the Master bedroom would be better. So what if it was her marriage bed. Now especially, her marriage to Jack was a farce. Reaching the bedroom her and her wimp husband shared, Chris quickly threw back the spread and top sheet and threw herself down on the bed. She beckoned to Todd and he came down on top of her, his hips thrusting to find a place of entry. Chris was dying to have another cock inside her. Reaching between her legs she grasped the smallish cock of Todd and guided him inside her eagerly awaiting cunt. His cock though not as large as two of the other boys, was bigger than her husbands. Her began to fuck her mightily once his cock found a home. Chris legs came up in the air on either side of the fucking youth and her hips fucked back with a counter rhythm of their own. His cock was smaller than the others and her having already been fucked by the large black appendage Jamal carried between his legs, and having her own juices combined with Jamal’s sperm made her tunnel slick and stretched. Todd though didn’t seem to mind. Though not a virgin, he was only one or two events beyond that milestone. He eagerly fucked the petite teacher and blew his load several minutes later. As Todd climbed off the writhing teacher turned slut, Roger, his erection regained, climbed on. He entered her and without preamble or pretence began to use her body again. Chris was in heaven as boy after boy continued their use of her for the next hour. Oh the staying power of youth. Nature apparently attempted to balance the equation by countering the quick release of boys by their ability to regain their lust and achieve erection again quickly. They had all unloaded in her hot cunt at least once, by hours end. And they weren’t through with her yet. They would all fuck her repeatedly until none could achieve erection again. (Ch. 03 coming soon, will complete the saga for now). Please give me valuable feedback by voting. You may also submit a comment on the submission board.