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The Senior Trip Ch. 01

By: SteveLee1146



In the small high school in the little town of Lynwood, Ohio, in the mid 1990's, a feeling of pleasant anticipation ran through the halls. Spring break approached and a week off from school seemed like heaven. For a small group of senior honor students, however, there was something more -- a trip for a week in Washington, cause enough for elation. The group, four girls and one boy, anticipated a week of freedom and adventure, limited only by the supervision of a faculty chaperone. In years past, the chaperone, a Mr. Phillips, was reputed to be interested in having a good time, not being a wet blanket, leaving presumably mature seniors a reasonable amount of discretionary activity. Unfortunately, their euphoria was due to be dampened considerably when a different chaperone was announced by a notice on the bulletin board in the school lunch room.

One of the girls involved read the notice and exclaimed, "Damn, wait until Kenny sees this!" The response was immediate as Kenny Singleton came in behind her, asking, "What should I see?" Then reading the notice, his face tuned red as he exclaimed, "What in the hell is this? How could they pick the Witch to go with us? Good God, she'll ruin everything for all of us, particularly me! What happened to Phillips?" It turned out that Mr. Phillips had personal problems, necessitating his being replaced by another highly regarded teacher -- highly regarded by the administration anyway.

The teacher involved, usually referred to in private as "the Witch" (although some times the "W" became a "B"), was Mrs. Linda Kramer. She was universally recognized by her colleagues as one of their nicest colleagues, but she had certain tendencies that made her equally recognized as one of the teachers least liked by many students. A math teacher, she was a disciplinarian, requiring strict adherence to an extensive list of personal rules. She always had been something of a stickler for the rules, but in the last semester she had become noticeably more acerbic, more inclined to pick up on petty violations. Even the students agreed that she was fair in grading, but she was not evenhanded in her classroom activities. In every class she seemed to pick one unlucky person to serve as a foil, a goat. She tended to select athletes, extremely popular students and, of course, anyone who refused to knuckle under to her arbitrary rules.

In fact, if truth be known, much of her prejudice was caused by her fear of the students, themselves. This was not fear of physical violence, of course, but was a fear that if she let down, even for a minute, chaos would result. Actually, while she was 45 years old with a master's degree in mathematics, Mrs. Kramer was relatively new to the teaching profession. She majored in math in college, married shortly after graduation and quickly became pregnant. While her two sons grew up, she stayed home, taking an occasional graduate course in mathematics, the credits adding up until, with the boys old enough to supervise themselves, she completed the work necessary for her M.A. She had no particular career objectives, just interest, but, with a severe shortage of math teachers in the school system, she was pressured to become a teacher herself. So, with minimal student teacher experience, during a summer session, she was emergency certified, and, at the age of 42, began teaching full time at Lynwood High School. Thus, while she had the academic training, far more than math teachers who took education courses as their major, her classroom experience was relatively brief, and, frankly, she just wasn't confident in her ability to handle discipline problems. So, she headed off the problem by staying distant from her students and sticking to rules.

That practice had worked effectively for some time, her genuine expertise in her teaching specialty making her an excellent instructor, particularly for advanced students, but something else had arisen lately to sour her disposition and cause her to be even more tart in the classroom -- she was feeling old. Her youngest son had graduated from college and was considering marriage. Most significantly, however, was the fact that her older son had made her a grandmother at what she considered far too early an age. Grandmothers were sixty-plus, had gray hair and wore housedresses and aprons! Heavens knows, she loved the grandchild, but she didn't want to be a grandmother! Even worse, she had that not unusual relationship with her husband in which he was wrapped up in his work, and their association, while still affectionate, was more that of close friends rather than lovers. On top of everything else, he was insensitive enough to refer to her occasionally as "grandma," rather that Linda. Since she could do nothing about these things, she took them out on her classes. She, of course, would have vehemently denied that such unprofessional motivations led to classroom bias, and would have been mortified if forced to face the truth.

The surprising thing about all of this is that Mrs. Kramer, in "real" life, was a pleasant, considerate woman, easy to get along with and good to be around. In addition, at the age of 45, not a grandmotherly age, she had a figure that the girls in her class envied. She was a small woman, 5' 3" and weighing about 120 pounds, with breasts that were outsized and prominent. Those, plus her firm and fit body, led even the teenage boys (and girls) who disliked her to speculate as to what she was like under her clothes.

However, as far as the clothing, itself, was concerned, there would have been few surprises. A devotee of conservative dresses and suits, with skirts longer than style demanded, Linda Kramer wore lingerie that was tasteful and equally conservative. The only somewhat unusual thing was her wearing of garter belts and hose, rather than pantyhose, but her skirts never rose high enough to reveal even that slight variation from the norm. Certainly, none of her students would ever have actual knowledge of the body under those clothes! She was very modest, as well as a conservative and disciplined, woman -- and the bete noir of Kenny Singleton. Actually, Kenny was exactly the type of student who was almost certain to be the focus of Mrs. Kramer's attention. He was a successful two-sport (football and wrestling) athlete as well as being the very popular student-body president. In addition, he had a somewhat perverse sense of humor which delighted in puncturing pretensions and violating picayune rules which seemed to have little purpose but to harass others. Unfortunately, many of Mrs. Kramer's rules appeared to him to fit that category, causing no end of discipline problems.

In fact, Kenny was quite intelligent (four years in the school's honors program, having earned a 1500+ score on the SAT's, for example), and that further frustrated Mrs. Kramer. When she asked a hard question, she always asked it of him. When he answered correctly, as he did most of the time, she gave no praise and went on to the next problem. On those relatively few occasions when he failed, she reacted scornfully, harping on his failure to be prepared. This, of course, was blatantly unfair, and, since he was very popular with both fellows and girls, the use of the word "bitch" frequently replaced "witch." As a result, there was a continual feeling of tension in the classroom with him (and classmates) resenting her harassment (i.e. "always on his back"), and her, irked by his, as she saw it, flaunting of her authority, feeling it necessary to rein him in.

In any case, regardless of who was to blame, the thought of having her as a full-time supervisor for what was supposed to be a fun week in D.C. was infuriating. Unfortunately, no amount of complaining moved the mountain that was the administration and, on the Monday morning of spring break, the five students and teacher climbed aboard the bus for the long trip to Washington. In addition to Kenny and Mrs. Kramer, the group consisted of Beth Simmons (Kenny's present girlfriend), Jenny Simpkins, Judith Warner and Angela Rodriguez. Kenny and the first three girls had been together since kindergarten and Angela had joined them in fourth grade. They were quite close, particularly since the five of them had been in the honors program throughout their high school years, thus being in the same classes most of the time. This, of course, made the girls resent Mrs. Kramer almost as much as Kenny did.

The ride to Washington was uneventful, with Kenny sitting with Beth. She did her best to downplay the potential problems, but the whole situation continued to upset Kenny. He had handled the classroom personality conflict with considerable aplomb, particularly for an 18-year old boy, basically by refusing to be baited by Mrs. Kramer's treatment. (Of course, now, at 18, he no longer was really a "boy" and he disliked being treated as one.) He recognized that ignoring her sarcasm and derision was more disconcerting and frustrating than any reply that he could make. Inside, however, he frequently was seething as he sat there, smiling and accepting her abuse. He always knew that at the end of the class period he could leave, apparently unruffled. Now, though, he saw five full days that he had looked forward to all school year being ruined, and, as he told Beth, he was becoming very tired of "turning the other cheek" and was afraid that he would explode before the trip was over.

Here we have what is the basic self-fulfilling prophesy. As happens so often, anticipating or fearing problems leads to having problems. In this case, little things, minor comments or jibes which would have been ignored, or perhaps not even noticed, became major irritants. For example, the party checked into an old, solid middle-class hotel with the four girls being assigned to two double rooms with a connecting door. (Fortunately the thick walls and doors provided natural soundproofing to contain the girlish screams and shrieks which were inevitable.) Originally, Kenny and the male chaperone were to share a room and, carelessly, no one from the school had changed the reservations. With the original arrangements obviously impossible due to the nature of the parties, the hotel staff scrambled to find new accommodations. There being no single rooms available, the reservations were upgraded to the only vacant space, a luxurious suite with a sitting room, two bedrooms and two baths -- certainly far more luxurious quarters than the school system could have paid for. In fact, it hardly could have been better, solving the sleeping accommodation problem, plus providing a place for the group to gather and talk. Mrs. Kramer, perhaps innocently, perhaps not, ruined a good thing by commenting that the arrangements were perfect because she had to keep her eye on the only male in the group. Regardless of her intent, Kenny was sensitized to see any remark as criticism and this one brought him one step closer to that anticipated explosion. The same thing went on all afternoon and during dinner, with innocent or not-so-innocent remarks taken as criticism.

Added to this, it soon became apparent that Mrs. Kramer had no intention of following Mr. Phillips' laissez-faire pattern of supervision. She made it quite clear that she expected the entire group to stay together at all times -- under her observation. This piece of news was dropped like a bombshell as they separated and headed for their respective rooms. The group had no time to respond to this seemingly arbitrary decree, so, after storming around his room for fifteen minutes or so, his ire rising all the time, Kenny deputized himself to be spokesman. He went out into the sitting room and knocked emphatically on the other bedroom door. She opened it and stood there with a startled and worried expression on her face, asking, "Kenny, is something wrong?"

"Something's wrong, all right! You're acting like a dictator and spoiling our trip! Why can't we go where we want?" In fact, he was wrong in this case, for her view of a chaperone's duty was completely innocent and followed the rules set down by the Lynwood school board. Mr. Phillips was at fault for lax supervision in past trips, and Mrs. Kramer, who had never accompanied a group like this, wanted to be sure to follow the rules to avoid problems and criticism. However, Kenny was not prepared to accept a rational response and, faced with what she regarded as an insubordinate and insolent student, Mrs. Kramer was not inclined to explain or be conciliatory. In any case, the issue of supervision was only the trigger for a long simmering feud, and consequently, the debate rapidly degenerated into a confrontation about the entire school year. While her attitude was the real cause of the bad feeling, there was sufficient fault on both sides so that each had plenty of ammunition. Recriminations flew thick and fast, tempers rising, until, finally, Mrs. Kramer exploded, shouting, "Young man, if you were my son, I'd give you a sound spanking! This is just too much! Tomorrow, I'm going to put you on a bus and send you back home!"

For Kenny, this was the final straw. "If someone around here needs a spanking, it's not me!" As he ground out those words, he gripped her around the waist, set back on the bed, and dropped her across his thighs. Flipping her skirt up over her back, he grasped the waistband of her panties and literally ripped them from her body. Hard as it might be to believe, Kenny was completely unaffected by the sensual sight revealed to him. Framed by the straps of her garter belt was a pair of hips that a sodomite would love -- perfect globes covered with soft pink skin unexpected in a 45-year old woman. A deep crevice between the rounded cheeks ran downward, continuing as a slit between two plump, hair-covered lips pushed outward by her position. At that point began a very nice pair of legs with garter straps supporting sheer dark hose. All this was lost in his rage as he raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp slap, the "smacking" noise echoing throughout the room. That blow left a red imprint on the left cheek, quickly followed by a similar smack on the other, the first two of many.

For Linda Kramer, the whole sequence was unbelievable. There seemed to be no transition: one second she was standing, involved in a furious verbal dispute, the next she was draped over a hard pair of legs, her head hanging down, her hips jutting upward. She was stunned, literally unable to comprehend what had happened. She was brought back to herself abruptly, however, when she suddenly felt her skirt thrust up and her panties violently ripped off, her most private features completely revealed. Oddly enough, her first thought was only of the exposure, not why she was there and what was going to happen. She always had been proud (and even bragged) that no man other that her husband (and a few doctors who weren't really men) had ever seen her naked, and now, for practical purposes, a student could see everything below her waist. She clenched the muscles of her buttocks and squeezed her legs together to hide everything she could and, loudly and with some questionable language and threats, demanded to be released.

When the first smack came, however, her focus immediately changed. With a cry of pain, she flailed wildly, her legs kicking up and down, her torso twisting desperately. Efforts at concealment were forgotten, her legs spreading widely as she attempted to break loose. The blows rained down, smack...smack...smack, sending waves of agony through her body as she thrashed back and forth. There was no pattern to the action, the spanking hand hitting whatever part of her rear that was directly under it at the time. First one cheek, then the other, sometimes two or three smacks on the same spot as he was able to hold her still. Several times her efforts caused her body to slide upwards and the next smack would hit directly on her bulging cunt lips, bringing a different squeal of pain. The process was very noisy, the smacks, each followed by a screech or shriek. Between blows, she loudly screamed her demand that he stop and let her up. Thank heavens for those thick, soundproof walls and doors!

On Kenny's part, he really wasn't thinking or listening, only reacting to the rage that had built up in him over the school year and brought to a head by her injudicious threat to send him home. Smack....."Ouch! Damn it, let me up!" smack...."Ow! I'll get you for this!" smack..... "Ooooh, stop it!" smack....."Ouch, ooh, stop!" smack..."I '11 have you arrested!" It went on and on, her struggling, demanding that he stop, threatening, twisting and turning -- anything to stop the beating. The blows were hard, intended to hurt, and they did. She had never felt anything like this. She had never been spanked before, even as a child, and the indignity, the humiliation, hurt almost as much as the hand belaboring her ass. She was enraged that he had the temerity to do such a thing to her, a teacher, a grown woman -- and on her bare bottom, a thought that sent a new flare of anger through her. The spanking went on and on, her bottom becoming beet-red as the hand-imprints merged into a solid, deep crimson.

As Kenny's wrath was gradually appeased by his very thorough spanking of Mrs. Kramer, and his arm finally began to tire, he, bit-by-bit, became more aware of the erotic sights spread before him. The feel of her ass cheeks was quite sensuous as they quivered and bounced as he hit them, like spanking a pair of very firm foam rubber pillows. Her legs flailed back and forth as she tried to free herself, opening and closing, giving him frequent glimpses of her cunt, and, even when they were tight together, her cunt lips protruded in a fascinating way. He knew what a cunt looked like, of course. No teen-age boy, even in those days, could be ignorant of that part of the female anatomy, what with X-rated movies, porno sites on the internet, etc. Nonetheless, as his spanking slowed, he leaned to the side to get a better view of this cunt. However, that distraction caused him to loosen his hold on his victim, and she was finally able to pull free, rolling off of his lap and falling flat on her back on the rug.

She had never ceased her struggle or her verbal assault and, she was in the midst of the continuing tirade as she unexpectedly fell off and hit the floor, driving the air out of her lungs. She lay there, skirt up to her stomach, her legs splayed open, gasping for breath. Neither moved, and it was almost as if time was frozen. Kenny gaped at her open cunt, never having seen a real one displayed like that. Oh, he had gotten two girlfriends, after a date, to lower their panties in the car for quick petting sessions, but little detail could be seen in the semi-darkness. Recently, as he and Beth had become more serious about their relationship, the petting with her had become quite extensive, involving mutual masturbation (and, even then, it was done more by feel than vision), but he had never gotten her to "go the whole way." It may seem unlikely that an eighteen year old man should have such limited sexual experience, but this was before the age of "hook ups" and female virginity was still prized. As a result, research showed that, despite normal male braggadocio, close to a majority of entering male college freshmen had done nothing more than "heavy" petting in high school. As it happened, one of the reasons Kenny was so furious at having Mrs. Kramer replace Mr. Phillips was that he was pretty sure, from some recent hints, that with minimal supervision in a strange city, he might finally get Beth to "put out." He had even purchased a packet of condoms in case the big event should occur! In any case, what was spread open before him was not the vagina of an eighteen year-old girl, sparsely hair-covered and virginal -- it was the cunt of a mature, adult woman. In reality, it was like looking at the illustration of the female sexual organs in their sex education class. He didn't consciously do an inventory, but there were the outer-lips, thickly covered with curly, brownish- blonde hair, puffy and somewhat swollen from being spanked. These external lips were pulled back in arousal, revealing the dark red, shiny inter-lips, the shine coming from the lubrication that was a sure sign of that arousal. Finally, in the center was an even darker red hole, the portal into her most intimate recesses.


The Senior Trip Ch. 01



As she lay there, Mrs. Linda Kramer, teacher and married woman, slowly got her breath back, but rather than continuing the berating of her spanker, she just looked at him. His eyes were glued to the area between her legs, and instinct and a lifetime of modesty told her to pull her legs together and cover herself -- but she did nothing. A wave of licentious passion coursed through her and for one of the few times in her life, she wanted to be seen! Involuntarily, her legs spread even wider, her knees flexed upwards, displaying herself in a way that made clear that she was available. She wasn't thinking, just reacting, offering herself in a way she would have found inconceivable at any other time. She had a dazed, out-of-it look, a look her husband never had seen on her face, a look that said that anyone could have her right then! Being spanked, for the first time in her life, had kindled a fire that could only be quenched by immoral sex.

Kenny also wasn't really thinking, just becoming more and more aroused. His cock was rigid with desire and his mind was filled with lust as he stared at the beckoning hole between her legs. Who she was or what she was ceased to matter. Not even waiting to undress, he hurriedly opened his pants, with difficulty got his hard cock out, and threw himself between her legs. The cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it found her waiting hole and plunged inside. Actually, she was so open and wet that aim didn't matter -- and the screwing began!

Kenny had never been in a woman before, as said above, but instinct (and many X-rated movies) told him what to do. He drove in as deeply as he could, pounding against her clit as he did so. Pulling out, he drove in again.....and again.....and again. His lust-filled mind left no room for subtleties, just the basic in-and-out motion that fed the mounting pressure in his balls. He wasn't thinking of her pleasure, or, for that matter, of anything else. He was in a woman!

Linda Kramer's reaction was much the same. Whatever the reason -- a perverse reaction to being completely dominated and soundly spanked, another perverse reaction to having the most intimate parts of her body bared as she spread her legs to expose herself even more -- Mrs. Linda Kramer was hot! As Kenny came down on her, she spontaneously raised her legs and opened them even wider, welcoming the penetration that she wanted as much as he. As the cock slammed into her cunt, she lifted up to meet it, relishing the hard contact with her clit. As he continued the pumping motion, surging in and out of her, she bucked up against him, establishing a rhythm -- as he pulled out, she lowered her hips, as he pounded in, she rose to meet him, a pattern repeated time and again as their passions grew.

This was not sexual intercourse, not even just screwing: this was fucking. Neither even thought of whom the other participant was. There was no affection, no relationship, just two people who hadn't liked each other all year fucking each other because of the circumstances. In any case, as might be expected, the activity didn't last long. Kenny screwed her with great vigor, but little finesse, the pressure building up rapidly. The in-and-out sequence lasted no more than twenty cycles before the climax approached. Each "in" was harder, each "out" was briefer. As his cock plunged in as far as it could reach, he ground hard against her cunt, applying greater and greater pressure on her clit. At the end, the motion was almost a blur as he jabbed into her with tremendous urgency, finally, welding himself against her as if he were trying to force his entire pelvis into her. He gasped and groaned with the exertion as he strained toward completion. Finally, hard against her, his cock ejaculated up into her vagina, pulsating as it sent wave after wave of cum deep into her internal passages.

For Linda, the fucking was just as frenetic. She was completely lost in the action, her own pelvis continuously flexing upward to meet the battering cock. Every impact on her clit sent a torrent of excitement flooding through her, raising her passion to new heights. As he came into her she tried to prolong the contact, grinding herself against him to get as much titillation as possible. As a married woman, she had been screwed many, many times, but never had she been so lost in the passion, so out of herself as now. Every part of her, mind and body was focus solely on building toward her climax. Her entire body was a cunt! As Kenny came closer and closer to orgasm, pounding harder and harder, the same pressure built up in her. His final fusing of his cock with her cunt, the crushing pressure against her clitoris, was the trigger to her explosion. Her pelvis jerked up against him in a series of involuntary and uncontrolled pulsations, grinding with a twisting or rotating motion. Then, almost simultaneously, they finished, breathing hard and exhausted, they held together for a few more seconds, then fell back onto the floor.



The Senior Trip Ch. 02



When their mutual orgasms complete, they lay there almost in a stupor. Finally, Kenny realized that he was still lying heavily on her, his cock still embedded in her cunt. Raising up on his elbows he pulled out, got on his knees and, then, to his feet. He looked down at his teacher, still lying there, her legs splayed apart, the cunt he had just left, open and wet with cum. Suddenly she came to herself, abruptly pulled her legs together and attempted to get up. Finally, with Kenny's help she got to her feet and the two of them just stood there, both embarrassed, not knowing what to say or do. The whole experience seemed unreal, but it had happened and someone had to break the ice.

Neither was prepared to take that step, so they just stood there looking at each other and thinking. It's amazing how many thoughts can flow through a person's mind in just a few seconds. For Kenny and Linda Kramer, it was not quite like "seeing their lives pass before them," but the result was similar. For Kenny, his mind still was full of the euphoria of having screwed a woman, and, as he looked at her, first, lying spread open on the rug, his cock, which never had relaxed completely began to harden again. That feeling of elation, however, began to be tempered by foreboding as realism seeped in. "What should he say? What would she say? Was he in trouble? Gods, he had fucked a teacher! The witch of Lynwood High School! Unbelievable! But what if she said he had forced her? He had spanked her! He could be expelled, arrested!" These and a multitude of similar thoughts flashed through his mind as he helped her up. He seemed to alternate between images that caused his cock to harden and visions of doom. So, when she was erect, he just stood there, unspeaking, waiting for her reaction.

The same thing was going on in her head. As she revived and found herself lying spread open, her cunt displayed as in a porno movie, a wave of embarrassment flooded through her. She quickly pulled them together, and, with his help, laboriously got to her feet, her skirt falling into place to cover her. As with Kenny, thoughts raced through her mind like lightning, but, unlike his, none of them were pleasant. The pleasure she had received from the sex act faded rapidly as she could see only problems, disgrace, and humiliation. "My god, what am I going to do'? He made me! Thank heavens I'm still on the pill! It was adultery! How will I face Henry -- or anybody else? Will he tell anyone, brag about having me? I'll die! How did I get in this mess? I'm so embarrassed! He's seen everything...gods, he spanked me! It hurts!" To her everlasting credit, she never, for a moment, thought of claiming that he assaulted or raped her. In fact, even in this darkest moment, she never denied to herself that she was a party to it, not a victim -- except for the spanking. Still, she didn't know what to do or what to say, so she just stood there, silent, waiting for him.

Who knows which would have ultimately said something, but what finally broke the ice was not a statement but an event -- her skirt fell off! Evidently the fastening had come loose in the struggle and subsequent action, but, whatever the explanation, she now stood there, no skirt, no panties, naked below the waist except for her garter belt and hose. A rational person might wonder why such semi-nudity mattered, particularly since the person watching had not only seen everything but also had just screwed her. For Linda Kramer, Mrs. Linda Kramer, however, it was like a bucket of cold water thrown over her. As said before, she had always prided herself that no one but her husband had seen her undressed. In addition, she had been a virgin when married and had been literally untouched since -- a chaste and extremely modest woman. Suddenly, it was just too much for her to take -- her body exposed, sex with a student, adultery, fear of exposure -- and she just went to pieces. Dropping one hand down in a ridiculous effort to hide her cunt, she reached up with the other and slapped his face, gasping out, "Look what you've done to me! I'm your teacher, a married woman! How could you treat me like this?"

Realizing the futility of her "September Morn" pose, she straightened up and began pummeling his chest with her fists, while hysterically continuing her verbal abuse. Actually, the slap stung a bit, but the pummeling was totally ineffective. Kenny held her off with ease, but as her harangue continued despite his efforts to hush her, his anger surged upwards again. "Stop it now or I'll spank you again! You deserved it before and you'll get it again unless you settle down!" She was too far gone, almost hysterical, to listen to reason or recognize a threat, finally blurting out, "You're going back tomorrow! I certainly can't deal with having you here!" That, of course was the last straw and, just as before, she found herself draped over his thighs before she was even aware that she was in danger.

Her position was quickly brought home to her, however. This time there was no skirt to get out of the way, no panties to rip off! There was just a bare ass, still crimson from the recent spanking, provocatively poised and vulnerable. Kenny's hand rose and swept down with a tremendous ear-shattering noise, like the sharp "crack" from two hands hitting together in enthusiastic applause. This was only one hand, of course, smacking viciously on her already sore buttocks. Actually, the spanking was no harsher than before, but the hips were still inflamed and irritated from the punishment inflicted no more than a half-hour before. As the first blow hit the tender flesh, Linda went wild, twisting and jerking to free herself and to dodge the next smack. She was like an eel, squirming and slippery, making it difficult to hold her with one hand while spanking with the other. However, the hand that could hold and throw a 180-pound wrestling opponent was far too strong for a 120-pound woman to overcome, and all her wiggling and struggling availed her nothing.

"Smack....smack....smack.....smack...." The blows rained down, Kenny intent on punishing her for her renewed threats. He was further incensed, and worried, by her implication that he alone was at fault, her "Look at what you've done to me....how you could treat me like this!" Mostly, though, he was still just reacting to the long term animosity he felt toward her. He was determined to spank her until, somehow, she had been repaid for her haughty mistreatment throughout the school year.

On the receiving end, Linda was just as determined. She would escape! She would not accept this kind of treatment! She was outraged by what had happened. She was blaming him, but her own guilt feeling made her even more stubborn. She continued to shriek at him, demanding to be released, threatening him with all sorts of unspecified punishments if he didn't stop. (Once again, it was fortunate that the walls and doors were soundproof, for, while the pain being inflicted on her ass was excruciating, being "rescued" would have been far worse. She was a proud and independent woman, and to have someone come in and find her half naked and being spanked by a student would be humiliation and embarrassment beyond comprehension.) Of course it didn't stop and it became a contest of wills -- what would wear out first, Kenny's arm and hand (as well as his anger) or her bottom and pain threshold.

His hand rose and fell, hitting first one cheek and then the other, sometimes varying the pattern by concentrating on one side for several hard wallops before alternating again. Once in a while he delivered a slap directly on her protruding cunt lips, always eliciting an outraged scream of agony. The whole process was agonizing. It felt as if a fire or electric shock shot through her with each blow. She couldn't see it, of course, but the skin covering both hips was now a reddish-purple, like one large bruise, with the promise that it would be bruised tomorrow. A pattern developed: smack , "shriek, stop it," smack, "ouch," smack, "OUCH, let me up!" smack each blow followed by a cry of pain and a command to stop. Her legs kicked, her fists pounded his legs, her hips twisted from side to side -- but the spanking went on.

Suddenly, a change took place. She was struggling and fighting, screeching and demanding -- and then she collapsed, her defiance whooshing out like air escaping from a balloon. With no warning, she burst into tears and she began beseeching rather than ordering, begging rather than instructing. She lay limply across Kenny's knees, not even attempting to avoid the spanking hand. At first, he couldn't believe that she had surrendered, so vigorous had been her fighting against him. A few more swats brought only low moans and pleas, "please, it hurts so much.....please stop.....I'm sorry....please stop....." He was startled as he looked down at her ass cheeks and saw that the skin was mottled red, looking almost like a red rash showing through, rather than a uniform color. He slowly ran his hand over the burning flesh of her hips and, when she made no opposition, over and into the bulge of her cunt lips. Then somewhat embarrassed by what had transpired, he raised her to her feet and stood up himself.

They faced each other, neither speaking nor knowing quite what to do. Finally, when she said or did nothing, Kenny reached out and began to unbutton her blouse. She just stood there, docilely, until he finished, then just pulled her arms out of the sleeves, shrugged it off to fall on the floor with her skirt . Not waiting for instructions, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to join the rest of her clothes. She straightened, standing there naked before him, waiting for whatever he wanted next, seeming to have no mind of her own. Then, as if a silent signal had been given, they turned, as one, and went into her bedroom.

There, in very undramatic fashion they prepared for sex. She sat on the edge of the bed, unfastened her hose, rolled them off, removed her garter belt and lay back, waiting. Kenny almost ripped his clothes off -- zippers and buttons didn't want to cooperate -- and, nude, joined her. This time there was no hesitation, no equivocation: she just lay back, raised and opened her legs in welcome. For a person who had fought so hard, so vigorously, she seemed unbelievably submissive -- and she was. Actually, she was like the wild horse, the bronco, independent and feisty, accepting no one as master. When a cowboy attempted to mount and ride the bronco, the horse would jump, buck, twist and dive, anything to dislodge the unwelcome rider. The struggle would be mighty, and sometimes the cowboy was thrown. But, if the cowboy won, broke the spirit of the horse (i.e. "broke" the horse), then the horse was tamed, and the subdued bronco could be mounted and ridden with ease. You wouldn't want to carry the analogy too far, Linda Kramer certainly was not a horse, but she had been tamed and she was ready to be mounted and ridden.

This time was different from the first. That time, Linda was just overcome by lust, whatever its cause. Then she just lay there, open to fucking, exposing herself because she wanted it. She hardly knew what she was doing in her conscious mind, her baser instincts dominating her actions. Now, she knew exactly what was going to happen and she was a willing, cooperating partner in the inevitable sexual act. Last time, for all the reasons discussed before, she was hot enough to let almost anyone into her cunt. Now, she was serving the person who had mastered her, had spanked and dominated her to the point of total surrender. She had no qualms now about her complete exposure, her complete nudity, or about consciously committing the act of adultery. In fact, her husband, her previous chastity and modesty, never entered her mind. She just lay there, open and available, and when Kenny came down on her, she obligingly raised and spread her legs, welcoming him into her body. At that moment, at least, she was his to do with as he wished. That complete, total surrender has its own attraction and appeal, removing all exterior constraints and obligations, all right and wrong, placing all blame on the other person.

Kenny, of course, had no compunctions about taking her again. Even if her status as a teacher and married woman had entered his mind, it probably would have increased her appeal rather than discouraging him. Actually, at that point, he was thinking no more clearly than she, his actions controlled by the very potent sexual drive of a man who has just forced a woman into total, voluntary submission. Rape gives some twisted men that dose of power that excites them sexually, but for a normal man, the real charge come having an imperious woman willingly offer herself to his cock. That is much greater domination than physical superiority, much more satisfying and exciting than abusing a defenseless victim.

In any case, explanations aside, he lowered himself down on and into her, beginning what would be a longer, actually more enjoyable, sexual experience. The first fucking was really like two animals rutting, driven by instincts and physical urgency, rather than conscious sexual desire. This time, he was consciously screwing Mrs. Linda Kramer, a very attractive woman whose bodily charms had aroused him as he spanked her. Thus, he was driven by both that male domination factor and the appeal of a voluptuous woman. As his cock sank without opposition into her vaginal depths, his excitement was almost beyond containment. Happily, for both of them, he was not one of those unfortunate men who suffer from premature ejaculation, and, as a result, he was able to let the sexual tension slowly build up to a gradual climax. Surprisingly for one so inexperienced, he was able to start deliberately, enjoying the slight friction as he plunged into her and slowly pulled out, repeating the sequence time after time as his passion grew. The speed of the alternating in-and-out pattern gradually accelerated, the contact on the "in" becoming harder, the "outs" briefer. Soon, his hips were a virtual blur as the fire grew higher and the climax approached.

For Linda, she was, at first, more of a willing receptacle rather than a heated participant. She was hot, but it was as much from that sense of being dominated and taken as from her own sexual drive. That didn't last long, however, and within a very short time, she was matching his plunges, move for move. She surged up, greeting his entering cock, an electric charge going through her as his pubic bone hammered her clitoris. Even before he did, she began her per- orgasmic moves, grinding upwards against him, twisting a bit to prolong and spread the contact. Her increasingly uncontrolled moves, the gasping "oh, oh, oh" cries as passion overcame her, spurred him to his own climax. They met each other, her clit flattened against him as he slammed in one last time, staying locked against her as he sent a torrent of cum flooding deep into her most intimate passages. They held that position, welded to each other at the crotch, until, finally, the sexual tension was completely drained from them.

As her orgasm subsided, Linda's legs drooped down toward the bed as she just lay there, panting, getting her breath after the extreme exertion. Kenny slumped down over her as he also recovered from the heart-pounding strain of fucking. Finally, he pulled his deflated cock from her cunt and collapsed beside her. They lay there, side-by-side, not speaking, as their pulses gradually returned to normal. With that recovery, came reality, and her first words were, "My god, I can't believe this! No one but my husband had ever been in me....and no one else has ever even seen me naked! Now, you've had me twice and I'm lying here like this! How on earth did this happen?"

Kenny raised up on one elbow and looked down at her doleful face, replying, "Well, we're even. I don't believe it either! If it makes you feel any better, yours is the first cunt I've ever been in, and you're the first woman I've ever seen completely naked!"

Linda looked up with an astonished look on her face. "Do you really mean that? That's funny, it really does make me feel better.....I don't know why, but it does! Still, it's worse for me because I'm married, and regardless of the circumstances, it's still adultery. I can't even claim that I was forced into it or didn't want it....cause I did!" As she spoke, she twisted on the bed and a sharp pain shot through her bottom, causing her to wince and gasp out, "Ouch! Damn, and you spanked me!" Turning trying to see her hips, she added, "Gods, that hurts! You must have bruised my entire bottom!"

"You're probably right. My hand is even sore!" Grinning, he added, "For what it's worth, I never spanked anyone before, either! Here, let's see."

Answering his grin with a rueful smile, she replied, sarcastically, "Well, I'm certainly glad I gave you all these opportunities for new experiences!" As she spoke, she meekly turned over on her stomach, exposing her very red, actually blue-red, buttocks to his eyes, a move that would have appalled her an hour or so before -- but, of course, her entire front had been open to view before she turned, so perhaps it didn't matter.

Kenny looked at the curvy hips displayed before him, feeling a twitch in his cock as he did so. Running his hand over her skin, he said, sounding somewhat surprised, "Boy, you really are hot," receiving a bitter, "Do you really think so," in reply. Raising his hand in mock threat, he brought it down lightly on one cheek, warning her, "Be careful! I can spank you again!"

Even that relatively gentle slap sent a brief wave of pain through her, and she cried out, "Ouch! Don't you dare! Oh, that hurts back there. You really shouldn't have spanked me so hard....I didn't do anything to deserve it!"

Something of Kenny's previous feelings returned for a second, as he snapped, "Oh yes you did! You were on my back all semester and you started again here! You deserved everything you got!"

With that, a conversation began that would have been impossible without that second, very severe spanking, the surrender, and the "bonding together" sex that followed. Kenny's animosity had been dissipated by his physical domination and her complete surrender. For Linda, that domination had defeated her, making her more amenable to listening without defending herself or, worse, counterattacking. She heard Kenny explain, in detail, how she had tormented him, how her intractable and inflexible discipline had made her class a torture and how it threatened to destroy the pleasure of their senior trip.

In her current subordinate position, she actually did listen to him for the first time, and was startled to realize just how despicable some of her behavior had been. It's amazing how a person can go along, doing things without really recognizing how they appear to or affect other people. Mrs. Linda Kramer had heard the term "the Witch of Lynwood" applied to herself and considered it to be nothing but an insult from disgruntled students, but now she began to realize that it might be all too accurate. As Kenny went on, she became more and more embarrassed as she was forced to admit that she had acted so nastily without even being aware of the impact on students. "Oh, Kenny, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize just how the things I said would hurt you and the others. I had all those rules to keep the class in line, otherwise no one would pay attention to me." Without thinking, she blurted out, "If I let down, don't make everyone stick to the schedule, no one will pay attention to me and the lesson plans won't be followed....nothing would get done!"




The Senior Trip Ch. 02



Suddenly, like an epiphany, she saw her real motivation, the fear of the class. She honestly hadn't realized that her stubborn reliance on rules came from a lack of self-confidence. She went on, revealing to herself as well as to Kenny, her actual concerns. "Look, I'm not a real teacher like most of the others. I really know math, but I'm not trained as a teacher and I'm afraid that if I let down in class....well, I don't know what would happen. I don't think they respect me as they do someone who has done it as a career for years. The truth is....it's hard to say it....but I'm really nervous in class, and I guess I say things I shouldn't to keep things in order." She never had articulated these thoughts to herself before, and it was a startling case of self- revelation.

Kenny was equally startled by her disclosure. Like most kids, he knew in theory that teachers were real people, but it was still a shock to find that a teacher actually was nervous, even

frightened, before a class, particularly the very composed Mrs. Kramer. "You must be kidding! Look, I've hated the way you've acted toward me, but I loved the class! Everyone I know thinks that you are one of the best teachers in the whole school! You know what you're talking about; you don't have to have the textbook in front of you to explain a problem. The others may have experience and have training in how to teach, but you know your subject, and kids respect that, particularly those in the honors program!" He was, again, leaning on one elbow, looking at her lying stretched out on the bed. Despite her reclining position, her breasts still made cone-like mounds with erect pink nipples crowning each one. Her belly was flat and, at its base, her luxuriant, curly pubic hair made another mound, a triangular one. As his eyes ran over her nude body, he added, "And I'll tell you something else. If the fellows in your classes knew what your clothes hide, their cocks would get hard every time they looked at you!"

"Kenny! What a thing to say!" She blushed, realizing that he was studying her nudity, and, while she was a little startled at his comment, it sent a pleasant thrill through her. "Still, thank you very much, but that would really be embarrassing! The truth is, I usually wear a minimizing bra to school to keep the boys from staring at my breasts. However, as of now, you are one of only two men who have seen me naked....and," blushing again, "I shouldn't say this, but I like you looking!" Stopping for a moment and changing the subject, "Thank you for the other things, too. I do try very hard in my classes, and I would love to relax and enjoy them more. I'll tell you what, when we get back I'll try to ease up and we'll see what happens."

She went on to explain the Board of Education's instructions about the trip, but when assured of the maturity of the girls, she promised to ease up there, too. Then, turning very serious, she, rather plaintively asked in a very small voice, "Kenny, will you tell anyone about having me'? If it got around that you've screwed me, I'd be ruined!"

Kenny was startled at the question and replied vehemently, "What on earth would ever make you think that I would talk about this? Of course I won't!" Smiling down at her, he went on, "In any case, who would believe me? I can just picture myself, surrounded by my friends, bragging that while we were in Washington, I spanked and fucked Mrs. Kramer! I'd get laughed out of the building!" Then, kiddingly, "Maybe I should try it and see!"

"Don't you dare! I was just afraid that you might be tempted....oh, you know, to brag about....fuc....screwing me. Boys do that, I know. Anyhow, thank you!

All-in-all, it was a very quiet, pleasant conversation between two people who had suddenly become very intimate and now were becoming friends. With this good relationship replacing the acrimonious confrontation of before, Linda promised to behave herself and not pick on Kenny during the Washington visit. I n return, Kenny promised not to spank her again if she behaved herself. When acrimony is replaced with light-hearted kidding, the wounds really are healed. I n this case, the kidding was ended by Kenny lightly kissing and sucking Linda's nipple and, with his newly hardened cock pressing into her side, she laughingly said, "If that," pushing her hip against his cock, "means what I think it does, we'd better get started! We have a busy day tomorrow! Gods, I can't believe I said that!" She was right about his intent, of course, and Mrs. Linda Kramer received her third screwing of the evening -- oh the wonder of teenage virility! Nothing further was said about sending him home.



The Senior Trip Ch. 03



The following morning, Linda Kramer awoke with a feeling of well-being, filled with vitality. Just feeling good. She lay there half asleep, savoring the mood, not really thinking of anything, just feeling good. Then, breaking into her golden sphere of happiness came the sharp noise of a door shutting, and the real world poured back into her mind. "Oh, my god!" burst from her lips as she sat upright as the events of the previous evening surfaced and her golden glow was replaced by a dark cloud of doom. Her recollections were all too vivid, the pictures in her mind too stark. As the images cascaded through her mind, she was almost in a state of shock. She would have been hard pressed to determine which was more embarrassing and humiliating, being "made" (as she thought of it) by a boy several years younger than her youngest son or being brutally spanked by that same boy. Her face turned beet red as she recalled her abject surrender during the last spanking and her submissive acceptance of him afterwards. Thoughts flashed through her mind -- "My god, what am I going to do...he had me...what if someone found out....will he tell people....he said he won't but he might...ooh, he spanked me....gods, it hurt....how did I let him do it...how did I get into this position....how can I face him...what will I say....he saw me naked....I can't believe this...he screwed me....and I let him!" This last thought brought her up short. She admitted to herself that she had accepted, even wanted the screwing. She suddenly remembered the servile raising and spreading her legs so that everything was displayed, deliberately exposing the most intimate parts of her body to his gaze. "Ooh, what he must think! I really asked for it -- and I got it!"

Finally, she got herself together enough to get up, shower and make-up and prepare to dress. Laying out her clothes, a tailored suit skirt and sheer, lacy nylon blouse, she suddenly realized, with a start, that her bra was still on the floor in the sitting room. Nerving herself up, she put on her robe (realizing that it was hardly necessary after last night) and went out, dreading seeing Kenny. Despite her renewed self-condemnation and fears, she remembered the intimate and pleasant ending to the evening and how nice Kenny had been to her after the spanking, but, still, she wasn't ready to face him just yet. She was pleasantly surprised (and a little worried) to find him gone, realizing it was probably he that had awakened her by closing the outer door. Turning to the couch, she saw her skirt laid out with her blouse neatly folded upon it. Then, she flushed a deep red as she saw her bra and the remnants of her panties lying beside them. Hurriedly picking them up, almost afraid he would return, she scurried back to her own room. She hung the skirt and blouse, hid the panties in a drawer but, as she started to don the bra, she saw a one-line note attached to it. It read, peremptorily, "Don't wear any underwear today."

She was flabbergasted at his audacity, hardly believing what she was reading. "Who does he think he is? Damn it, I'll wear whatever I want, and I certainly am going to wear underwear!" She fumed about his note the entire time she was dressing, particularly as she defiantly put on her panties and fit her breasts into the bra cups. As she fastened her garter belt and pulled up her hose, she thought, "I'll bet he wouldn't want me to leave these off!" blushing again as she realized what she was thinking. Finally ready, she headed for the door to the suite, touched the knob -- and stopped. She stood there, her hand on the knob, not able to turn it. Suddenly, defeated, she hurried back into her room, reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panties, took off her blouse and removed her bra. She slumped back onto the bed for a moment, not believing what she was doing, wondering what on earth was making her obey an l8-year old boy like this. Resigned to the fact that she couldn't help herself, she put her blouse back on and looked in the mirror. She was shocked, her thin blouse showing her nipples almost as clearly as if she had been naked. Grabbing the jacket that went with the skirt, she concealed her breasts and, before she could lose her nerve, she hurried out of the suite, into the elevator and down to the lobby -- without underwear for the first time in her life. This bronco had been broken!

As she walked through the lobby, Linda felt sure that everyone was looking at her as she felt the unusual jiggling of her breasts under her jacket and the empty, airy feeling between her legs. She met the girls at the entrance to the dining room and, once again, was relieved and worried that Kenny wasn't present. However, Beth told her that he had gone out for a short time and would be back for breakfast. Relieved that everything seemed normal, (no "funny" looks), she led them through the buffet line. As time passed, however, and the time for their 10:00 tour approached, she became more concerned. Fortunately, Kenny arrived just in time to hurry through the line and settle down to eat before they had to leave. Despite their agreement of the previous night, she couldn't stop herself from making an acerbic remark about "glad you could make it!" Kenny gave her a long look, but made no comment, just sat down and ate.

The morning tour of Washington's sights was fascinating, and everyone was in a good mood. Nonetheless, several times Linda, despite the best of intentions, aimed sarcastic jibes at Kenny. She tried to stop doing it, but she was nervous, very conscious of her lack of underclothes, all this added to her inability to put the previous night's activities out of her mind -- no matter how fascinating the Jefferson Memorial was. It was all just too much for her, and there was, as might be expected, a continual undercurrent of tension between herself and Kenny.

The tour stopped at a small restaurant on the Potomac for lunch, and, after eating, the girls headed, en masse, to the restroom and Kenny quietly asked Mrs. Kramer (he still thought of her in those terms) to walk down and look at the river. They strolled down, and, as they did, Kenny asked her if she had done as he asked in his note. Embarrassed, she huffily replied, "That was no request, it was an order!" Kenny's reply was, "Whatever, but did you do it?" Blushing and very flustered, Linda finally was able to say "yes," turning away from him. Taking her by the arm, he pulled her to a spot in front of a boathouse, out of sight from the restaurant, and turned her toward him. Releasing her arm, he quickly began to unbutton her jacket. She stood there, stunned, as he pulled it open, revealing her thin blouse and her rock-hard nipples that seemed to be trying to get through the fabric. Her eyes were averted until he simply said, "Wow!" Looking up, she saw him staring with unalloyed fascination at her breasts. That undisguised appreciation suddenly released much of the tension that had plagued her all morning, and she stood straighter and pushed them out proudly.

Breaking out of his trance, Kenny said, "Show me the rest!" Buoyed by his reaction to her breasts and feeling a real surge of excitement flow through her, Linda did something she could not have conceived of twenty-four hours ago -- she reached down to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing first her dark hose tops, then the white flesh of her thighs lined by her supporter straps, and, finally, the puff of fluffy hair that crowned her cunt. She continued until the skirt reached her waist, letting him see everything. Again he stood enraptured, never having seen a woman exposed like that in broad daylight, much less married teacher. Again, he said "Wow," an exclamation that suited Linda Kramer perfectly. Then, shocking her completely, he pulled a bag from his jacket pocket and said, "Here, put these on!"

She opened the bag and gasped with pleasure as she found a pair of silky sheer white lace panties. As she held them up, she saw that they were high-cut and very sexy, nothing like anything she had worn in twenty years -- actually never -- as she looked at them. Not hesitating, she stepped into them and pulled then up, finding that the fit was perfect. Unembarrassed, she held her skirt up to her waist, showing them, and herself, saying, "Oh, they're perfect, Kenny! Thank you so much!" With that, he pulled another bag from his other pocket and just handed it to her. Anticipating what it would be, she was not surprised to find a matching bra. "Oh, this is wonderful! I wish I could put this on too!"

Kenny looked around the corner at the restaurant, and said, "Go ahead. No one is in sight. You have time." Hesitating, she replied, "I'd better not. I'd have to take off both my jacket and blouse and I might not get finished in time." Then, unable to resist, "Well, watch the door and warn me if anyone comes out." With that, she hurriedly removed her already opened jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, with fumbling fingers, and took it off. She stood there, naked to the waist, directly in front of Kenny (and in view of anyone on the river). He looked with fascination at her large breasts, bare before him in broad daylight. Forsaking his guard post for a moment, he reached over with both hands to fondle and squeeze them, saying, "You have beautiful tits!" Permitting (and enjoying) this for a few seconds, she pulled away, quickly slipped her arms into the straps, bent over fitting the "tits" into the bra cups and reached around and fastened the clasp. Never having seen a woman performing that personal act, Kenny had a hard time keeping his eyes on the door. However, just as she was slipping her blouse on, he warned, "Hurry, I think they're coming now!" She rapidly fastened the buttons and reached for her jacket as Kenny left, moving down toward the river, whispering back, "Tell them I've gone exploring." Thus, when the girls arrived, Mrs. Kramer was alone, looking innocently at the river flowing past. When they asked about Kenny, she nonchalantly replied that he had gone exploring, "as you might expect, and he'd darn well better be back before the bus is ready."

Kenny was back in time, barely. Mrs. Kramer made the expected acerbic remarks, but her smile toward him removed the usual bite. As he explained later, he had left not only to avoid their seeming to be together (Kenny alone with the witch'? Very suspicious.), but he had an extremely prominent erection, caused by her exposure, which had to go down before the girls saw him!

The rest of the tour went well, the girls pleasantly surprised by Mrs. Kramer's light- hearted mood and cheerful comments. When sitting with Beth, Kenny confided to her that, last night, he and Mrs. Kramer had vigorously discussed their relationship and her view of supervising, and that they had made a compromise, she would "get off his back," and he would be less aggravating. He went on to say that she had apologized for the way she had picked on him and he had apologized for deliberately provoking her. He even said that after they had reached accommodation, that she turned out to be very nice and not at all as he had pictured her from classroom impressions. Beth, of course, passed on this information to the other girls, and, by the time they met for dinner, all had revised their opinion of their chaperon.

As for Mrs. Linda Kramer, she was almost floating, feeling like a school-girl after a date. The gift of such intimate items as a pair of lacey panties and a matching bra somehow changed their relationship in a way she didn't quite understand, but she liked it. Somehow, the fact that he had gone to the trouble to check her old panties and bra for size (this thought brought a brief blush to her face) and then hurry out to buy them for her, was important. He certainly hadn't needed to do that to get something from her -- he'd already had more than just "something"! The admiring way he had looked at her body as she exposed herself at the river, and his obvious arousal, was intensely flattering. His "wow" spoke volumes, probably the highest compliment given to her in many years, perhaps ever. Like most women her age, she had come to doubt her physical appeal, and this intense interest by a younger man (or boy) caused her self-confidence to soar. As said above, Mrs. Kramer was floating. She found herself sexually aroused and, rather than dreading being alone with him, she was looking forward to whatever might happen.

In addition to all of this, there was a practical reason for her more cheerful attitude: she was much more comfortable around the other students. Instead of an embarrassing jiggling freedom, her breasts were firmly encased in a perfectly fitting brassiere. Instead of the niggling fear that somehow her skirt would blow up, revealing her bare cunt, such a catastrophe would now expose a lovely, quite brief, pair of panties. She even thought, for the first time ever as far as she could remember, that she wouldn't really mind if her skirt did fly up! Later, she did take the relatively daring step of removing her jacket, letting the lacey bra show through her thin blouse. It wasn't too revealing, of course, but the girls did notice and told her how pretty it looked. That was the crowning touch for her, making the day complete.

After a long day touring the city, the students were quite happy have dinner in the hotel dining room and, then, to settle down in the sitting room to talk about the things they had seen and plan for the next day. The high school administration had arranged for them to join a White House tour on their second day, and Mrs. Kramer described the schedule. It was a pleasant, relaxing time, the girls reassessing their feelings and coming to the conclusion that she really was very nice. She had been cheerful all day, and even when teased about something by Kenny during the afternoon tour, she laughed along with the others. Oddly enough, the opening of her jacket to reveal her thin blouse and lacey bra had made her seem more of a real person, not a remote teacher. It made them recognize that she was a real person who could be free and informal with them. Suddenly, their fears about not enjoying their trip evaporated. So, after going back down for a snack before separating for the evening, their "goodnights" were very friendly, almost affectionate.

However, she was a married teacher, and it was an unbelievably weird feeling for her, standing alone in the elevator with a male student going to their suite, knowing that she almost certainly would have sex with him -- again! Two days before, sitting at home with her husband, such a thing would have seemed no more likely than going into her classroom completely naked! Absolutely impossible! Neither said a word in the elevator or walking down the hall, and it was likely that he was as unbelieving and apprehensive as she. As they entered the sitting room, they still didn't speak, only standing nervously, not knowing, again, how to break the ice. This time, of course, they would not be rescued by a falling skirt. Finally, after what was really only a few seconds (but seemed like minutes), Kenny made the first move, reaching out to the buttons on her blouse, saying, "Let's see how that bra looks when we're not hurried. I hope it fits." Feeling brave and daring, she had left the jacket off all evening, knowing that the lace of her brassiere showed through the blouse, receiving several appreciative glances in the restaurant -- and, more important, from Kenny! Now, a wave of excitement flashed through her as the buttons were undone and the blouse spread open, revealing what he had been able to see only dimly before.

Involuntarily, she straightened up and pushed her breasts out, welcoming his scrutiny. His reaction was all she could have hoped for, his rapt gaze taking in every detail, as his hand came up to cup them, to fondle and lightly squeeze them. Of course, he had done that before, but it was different this time, somehow more intimate. "It certainly does fit, Kenny, and I love it!" she said, encouraging his exploration. His unalloyed admiration and obvious excitement gave her the courage to take her next action. Without prompting or even a suggestion, she reached for the fastener on the side of her skirt and undid it. Then, without hesitation or ceremony, she just stepped out of the skirt, threw it onto the couch, saying, "The panties also fit perfectly, and I love them too!"

Kenny could hardly believe his eyes or his luck. The night before he had spanked Mrs. Kramer twice and fucked her three times, which was almost impossible to believe even knowing that he had done so. Waking up in the morning and seeing her bra and the remnants of her panties on the floor, he got the idea of replacing the panties and getting a matching bra. He left the note and slipped into a small mall connected to the hotel, and, after a somewhat embarrassing search in a lingerie department, found just what he was wanted. All morning, he kept looking at her trying to discern whether she had left her underwear off or, perhaps, had been angry at the idea. Several jibes at him during the tour had almost convinced him that she was understandably upset (furious?) at the previous night's activities. When he got her alone outside the restaurant and found that she was naked under her skirt and blouse, his relief was beyond measure. Seeing her nipples protruding against the blouse and then seeing her raise her skirt to show her cunt caused his cock to grow and harden. Watching her put on the panties he had given her was

unreal, but when she was bare-breasted in broad daylight and he felt her tits, he thought that the cock would rip through his pants. The rest of the day was a blur, waiting impatiently to get her alone. Now they were alone and she had undressed and wearing only the bra and panties (plus, of course, her white garter belt and hose), his cock was boring a hole in his pants again. Talk about a teenage boy's fantasy!

He put his arms around her and not another word was said as, in unison, they turned toward her bedroom. Within five minutes, both were naked, lying on the bed together, Kenny running his hands over her breasts and down between her legs. Neither was interested in prolonged foreplay, so, as he pulled away and raised up, she just naturally lifted and spread her legs in welcome. She expected to be mounted and entered immediately, of course, but she received a surprise. Kneeling below her raised legs, Kenny bent down and began to use his tongue on her cunt, flicking across her clit and running down the open lips. Her first reaction was shock at the unexpected sensation, but the shock was quickly replaced with a surge of pleasure and sexual arousal. She drew her legs even higher, her knees touching her breasts, raising her hips off the bed, reaching upward toward the licking tongue. Kenny had never done this before, but encouraged by her obvious excitement, he redoubled his efforts to please her. Placing his hands on each side of her crotch, he pulled her open, exposing everything between her legs, including both openings. Starting with her clit, he worked his way backwards, slipping his tongue in and around her cunt. She arched toward him as if she wanted it all the way inside her. Slowly, he went further back and teased her asshole with fluttering licks that seemed to send an electric shock through her. He worked his way back up and then back down, licking her most intimate areas in a way that was quickly working her toward orgasm. Sensing her growing agitation, he worked back downward one more time, and then concentrated on her clitoris. At the same time, be began stimulating her with his fingers, probing into her cunt and, with his finger well lubricated, pushing a short distance into her ass. This last, unexpected, insertion sent her over the edge and, pushing hard against his tongue and finger, she climaxed.




The Senior Trip Ch. 03



Not giving her time to relax or to come down from her high, he continued the stimulation for a short time and, not able to wait any longer, rose up, moved closer, and thrust his cock deeply into her cunt. He began a powerful fucking motion, drilling into her with piston-like strokes that rekindled the flame of her excitement while rapidly building toward his own orgasm. Shortly, the two of them were bucking against each other, surging in and out until the inevitable explosion took place. She had her second climax as he ejaculated deep inside, flooding her vagina. Withdrawing, he lay beside her as they recovered their breath.

Lying there, talking in the post-orgasmic quiet, they discovered some surprising things about each other. Linda, still breathing heavily, gasped out, "Kenny, that was wonderful! Ooh! I don't think it ever felt so good before! I've never been licked 'down there' or," blushing furiously, "'back there'!"

This came as a pleasant shock to Kenny. Teenage boys throughout history have made a major effort to find out about the intimate parts of the opposite sex. Not long ago, the only source of such information was underground pictures and stories, and, if they were lucky a "stag" film or so, showing a grainy, poorly photographed depiction of sex acts. As magazines like "Playboy," "Penthouse," and "Hustler" became available, boys could study female genitalia and read salacious stories of sexual contacts. Now, Kenny's generation could hardly avoid such knowledge, with mainstream movies showing full nudity and X-rated tapes readily available to satisfy a boy's sexual curiosity. In the past, a boy might find a sex manual, such as that of Havelock Ellis, and read a sterile description of foreplay and sexual intercourse between married couples. Basically, that intercourse involved the man mounting the woman in the "missionary" position, or, perhaps, daringly, the woman getting on top as a variation. Other acts generally were frowned on or described as perversions. Now, again, Kenny's generation would find copiously illustrated sex manuals, sometimes videos, depicting every variation of intercourse, vaginal, oral and anal, with no suggestion and any was more "normal" than the others. This still was before the advent of "social media" and general exposure to the internet, but everything of significance was available to the curious -- meaning almost everyone!

Thus, Kenny, while inexperienced in practice, was very well versed in how to do things. He was also of the generation that accepted that a man should do those things that appeal to and excite women, not just get on and enjoy himself. He had just assumed the Mrs. Kramer, a long- married woman, would be very experienced, would have tried those variations. His unconscious fear was that she would compare his performance invidiously with that of previous lovers. When he discovered that she had never had sex with anyone but her husband, had never had anything but "normal" sex, it took a load, that he hadn't know was there, off of his shoulders. Certainly, to find that she had never had the pleasure of cunnilingus before surprised and elated him. Understandably, it was a big confidence and ego booster to have satisfied her so well.

For Linda Kramer, the revelations were both surprising and somewhat embarrassing. She was surprised, and pleased, when she discovered that she was the first woman with whom Kenny had ever had intercourse. Somehow, that made the whole unusual situation more acceptable, more a personal thing in a way. He was her first (and likely only) extramarital affair and she was his first woman! She was a bit embarrassed, however, to find that he knew so much more than she did about sex. She had lost her virginity almost twenty-five years ago (eight years before he was born!) to her husband, had two adult sons, and yet she was a complete neophyte when it came to sex. She was very conservative in such matters, and, while she knew of those "other" sexual practices, oral and anal sex, she always considered them to be, if not perversions, unacceptable to a respectable married woman. Now, after that bragging that no one but her husband had ever seen her totally nude, here she was lying naked in bed beside one of her students -- after enjoying one of those perverted acts, followed by committing adultery. Her self- created halo definitely was gone!

They lay there quietly for some time, conversing while Kenny, resting on one elbow, fondled her breasts, teased her nipples and ruffled the hair on her cunt. Then, breaking the mood completely, he shocked her by saying, "Now, Mrs. Kramer, you are due for a spanking." She reacted with a startled expression, gasping out, "What do you mean? I haven't done anything and we agreed not to do that anymore!"

"I said that wouldn't spank you again unless you deserved it, and you agreed. At least four times today you jabbed at me or said something sarcastic and you're going to get five spanks for each!"

"Oh, Kenny, I was so nervous this morning about not wearing panties and I really was afraid that you wouldn't get to breakfast in time. Later I was so afraid that my skirt would go up somehow, or that the girls would see that I wasn't wearing a bra! Anyway, I showed myself to you and put on the bra and panties you gave me and I was nice after that!" Then, with a tremor in her voice, "And....and...besides, you just made me!"

"I just fucked you!"

"All right, I've never said that word in my life, but, yes, you fucked me -- now, please don't spank me. I'm still sore from last night and it would kill me! Look!" With that, she stood up and, without any thought of modesty, she turned around and looked over her shoulder as she presented her behind for Kenny to check. In actuality, there was a considerable amount of redness and signs of light bruising proving that the previous night's spanking had been quite thorough. Kenny sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch one of the darker spots and she winced perceptively. Nonetheless, he said, "You should have thought of that this morning. If your bottom was hurting, it should have reminded you." Then, in a commanding tone he said, "You have a spanking coming, so get over my lap."



The Senior Trip Ch. 04



Tears welling in her eyes, Linda whimpered, "Oh please, Kenny, please don't spank me! I promise I won't say anything tomorrow. It'll hurt. Please!" At the same time as she was pleading, however, she meekly positioned herself beside him, and seeing no compassion in his face, draped herself over his knees and awaited her fate. The idea of the dominating, by-the- book, Mrs. Linda Kramer begging one of her students not to spank her and then submissively surrendering....well, no one who knew her could ever have conceived of such a possibility. As said before, she had been tamed and Kenny was, for now, her master. The spanking started. 

Actually, Kenny was not really angry with her as he had been last night. As a result, the blows were more "slaps" than "smacks," but they stung the already sore buttocks, causing a yelp of pain and protest. As the first slap landed, Kenny called out "one," followed by "ouch," slap, "two," "ouch," slap, "three," "oh, ouch,".... As said before, Kenny wasn't really angry this time, so, as he spanked her, he was much more aware of what he was doing and what (as well as who) he was doing it to. As he looked at the rosy-colored ass lying before him, it was impossible not to focus on something more that punishment. While she wasn't actively trying to escape as she had the previous night, Linda Kramer still twisted and writhed around, trying to evade the stinging slaps, exposing her most intimate areas to his rapt gaze. Yes, he had seen everything before, but this was different. It was a heady feeling for him (as it would be for any man) to have mastery over a woman so that she would, on his orders, lie over his lap to be spanked. When that woman was older, married and his teacher, the charge was twice (or more) as potent. Then, to be able to peer at those regions she would hide from everyone, except perhaps her husband or doctor....well, that was exciting beyond compare. His cock was hard, being rubbed constantly by her thrashing movements, so it would be understandable that he concentrated more on the various sensations rather that the count. 

As a result, the sound in the room was slap, "ten," "ooh, ouch," slap, "ten," "ooh, that hurts," then, from Linda, "that's number eleven!" 

Kenny paused, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes, damn it!" 

"Ok, you count!" 

A hard slap, "ouch...I can't count...ooh," another hard slap followed by the order, "count!" "Ouch, damn it, thirteen," slap, "ouch, fourteen,"...somehow it was more painful and humiliating for her to have to keep track of her own spanking...slap, ouch...fifteen,"..... The numbers mounted up, and then, smack, "shriek, nineteen," smack, "ooh, my god, it hurts, twenty, stop!" 

The last two were very hard, and, coming after eighteen stinging slaps, she once again burst into tears. Raising her up, Kenny stood and held her against him. One of the surprising characteristics of many women seems to be a tendency to turn to the man who has spanked them for consolation. This seeming paradox may be the unrecognized, and certainly unacknowledged, desire to be dominated, combined with the pleasant feeling of being submissive. Interestingly enough, it almost always evokes a complementary feeling of compassion and tenderness in the man (or, occasionally, another woman) -- the spanker has mastered the woman and now feels protective. This certainly was the case here as Linda snuggled close, sobbing gently against Kenny's chest. They held that position for a short period, and while he certainly a growing affection for her, his feeling gradually changed from commiseration to lust. 

While he had spanked her, his cock was massaged by the side of her hip as she moved around. Now, it swelled up against her stomach, pressing against her with increasing urgency. Linda felt it prodding into the soft flesh, fanning the sexual heat that had built up in her as he controlled her. As she stood there, she sensed, rather than actually feeling, a gentle pressure causing her to gradually sink downward, her head moving lower on his chest. Suddenly, like a light bulb going on, she realized what he wanted! "Oh, Kenny, I've never....I.....I don't think I can do that! I'm sorry, but I just can't!" Kenny, showing restraint beyond his years, said nothing, did no urging, just continued to hold her, letting nature take its course. Despite her protests, and no pressure from him, Linda continued to sink downward until she was crouching awkwardly at his waist, at which point she sank to her knees. Kenny sat back on the bed, leaving her kneeling between his legs, his cock rigid, pointing toward her like a spear. She gazed at it as if it was a snake hypnotizing her, repeating, "I can't! I can't do that!" Still, mesmerized, she stayed there while Kenny just lay back watching her staring at his cock. 

In that position, the head of the cock was no more than an inch or two from her mouth, and, very slowly, as if unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed the tip. Then, compelled by some emotion she didn't recognize, she opened her mouth and engulfed the end of the cock and let it sink in. She wasn't thinking, just reacting to a need to satisfy Kem1y's desire and, at least in part, to satisfy her own curiosity as to what it would be like. He had performed cunnilingus on her (she didn't actually think of a word for it -- "he had done that to her"), and if that had felt so good, maybe doing this (i.e. fellatio) would not be so bad. 

Kenny felt an unbelievable thrill go through him as he saw his cock disappear into her mouth. He had seen porno pictures of the act, but had never gotten even close to having it done to him. Now, right before his eyes, his teacher began to suck his cock. It was amazing that he didn't erupt at once at the touch of her lips, but he managed, barely, to restrain himself and enjoy her ministrations longer. She really didn't know exactly what to do, but she took the cock as deeply as possible and then withdrew, repeating the action as Kenny reacted by raising his hips up and down to match her efforts. Soon she had a rhythm that matched his, and, as his motions became more vigorous, she sucked in and out faster. She didn't know how she would react when he ejaculated, but she was determined not to disappoint him and pull away. Finally, he was moving in and out as if her were fucking her, and she just held still and let him use her mouth like a cunt. When the explosion came, he forced himself deep, causing her to pull back slightly, but she was able to keep her lips around the head and swallow the cum as it poured in. She was astounded at the quantity his young, virile balls could produce. At last, though, the flood ended and he slumped back, depleted, the cock, slipping out of her mouth as she laid her head against his thigh. 

They stayed in that position for several minutes, resting and recovering their equilibrium. Finally, Kenny sat up and pulled her up onto the bed, and lay beside her. Little was said, but it was obvious that their relationship had changed considerably. He had seen and felt every part of her body, had screwed her four times, performing cunnilingus once. Things had been done to her -- she had been screwed, she had been licked. This time, however, she had done the doing. Kenny hadn't urged her, hadn't even suggested anything. Perhaps he had let his desire be known by pressing downward gently, but even that had been almost imperceptible. Nothing had actually forced her to her knees. When there, no one had forced her to kiss the cock, to open her mouth, to suck it, to swallow the cum. All of this was her decision, her willingness to perform an act that she had considered to be perverse, an act perhaps more intimate than intercourse, itself. Thus, she became an active participant in the affair, and, after admitting that by her actions, the atmosphere lightened considerably. It certainly never became a love affair, more a pure sex affair, but affection between them grew, and any lingering animosity vanished. 

In that lightened, tension-free milieu, they were able to lie there, talking about non- sexual things (plans for tomorrow, what they were going to see, etc.,) and scheming as to how they would be sure to hide the affair from the others. When Kenny asked how she had felt, going without underwear, she said again that she had been quite nervous -- fearful that she would forget and open her jacket or that her skirt would be caught up somehow -- but she admitted that it had been exciting in a way. She never had done anything like that, and it did feel sexy! In this quiet time, even kidding around was possible, as when Linda saw Kenny's cock rising again, she said, "If we're going to do that again, I'm going to clean up and get ready for bed first.

Kenny grabbed her and wrestled her down, teasingly asking, "Doing what again?" 

Linda struggled futilely, finally laughing, gasping out, "All right, if you're going to fuck me again, I'm going to the bathroom first! And, I'm going to get cleaned up and ready for bed before you do it! One more thing! If you are going to keep on fucking me, stop calling me Mrs. Kramer! I get embarrassed every time I hear that "Mrs." For heaven's sake, call me Linda when we're alone!" 

She (actually, they) did get cleaned up and ready for bed, he did fuck her (with her enthusiastic cooperation), and they, without planning it, slept together. When she awoke, fuzzily, around 4:00 AM to go to the bathroom, she was startled at first not to be alone, taking a second or two to figure where she was and with whom. When she came back, however, she just cuddled up against him and went peacefully back to sleep. Another Rubicon crossed. 

The following morning, a natural moment of awkwardness was followed by an also natural progression into more sex. They had wakened early, so there was no hurry, and Kenny just enjoyed pleasure of waking up next to a nude woman and feeling and caressing her body. Linda was unprepared for such early morning activity, but soon fell into rapport with him, and both had a very pleasurable start to the day. It had been many years since she had been screwed even twice in a day, never three times, so she was startled at both Kenny's carnal desires and his seemingly inexhaustible ability to fulfill them -- an hour after cuming, he would be ready again. This was illustrated shortly afterwards. 

They separated to get ready to go down to meet the girls, but fifteen minutes later, Kenny was back in her room, washed, shaved and fully dressed, waiting for her as she came out of the bathroom completely naked. Her first, automatic reaction was to cover herself as she saw a man sitting there, but, laughing at herself, feeling silly, she just started to dress. Oddly, enough, after all the previous nudity, she felt embarrassed as he watched her don her garter belt and pull on her hose. Still, after that first burst of shyness, she found that having an appreciative male audience to be stimulating and she began to enjoy his scrutiny as she walked around the room getting her clothes ready, still virtually nude. As yesterday, Kenny was fascinated by watching her fit her breasts into the bra cups and then stepping into her panties. By the time she had her blouse and skirt on, his cock was like a bar of iron in his pants. As she finished combing her hair, he pulled her against him, pushing the cock hard against her, demonstrating its rigidity. 

She couldn't believe that she had excited him like that, but, she admitted to herself, it was quite flattering. Recognizing his desire, however, she said, "Oh, Kenny, we can't do that.....ok, fuck.....again! In the first place, we have to meet the girls, and I just got dressed! Can't you wait until evening? We just did it an hour ago!" Suddenly, however, as before, a light dawned and she realized what he was subtly suggesting, and she was genuinely shocked and disconcerted. 

Her face blushed a furious red as she pleaded, "Oh, please Kenny! I can't do that now -- I'm all dressed, the girls will be waiting....l couldn't go down and meet them after doing that! I'd be too embarrassed!" She had enjoyed the act last night, but this was different: then she was submissive after being spanked, willing to do almost anything he wanted. Now, it was morning and she was very self-conscious, thinking of what she would be doing. The thought of performing such a servile act while he watched flustered and embarrassed her at least as much as the idea of the act itself. "Oh, Kenny, please don't make me do that now! Wait until tonight and I'll do it then!" 

Still, less than two minutes later, Kenny was sitting with his cock out and she was kneeling between his legs, looking at it while he looked at her. Finally, bowing to the inevitable, she leaned forward and took it into her mouth and began sucking. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips pursed around the shaft, presenting a lascivious scene that he would have thought impossible 36-hours ago. She was his teacher, a married woman that he had spanked and fucked, had her suck him off the night before, slept all night with her -- and here she was with her mouth around his cock again, sucking -- and he could watch every detail! He never could have fantasized such a series of events! Needless to say, the whole process didn't take long, the cum building up rapidly in his balls and shooting powerfully into her mouth in just a few minutes. 

For Linda, her first reaction was one of feeling humiliated as she was forced to kneel down and perform such a lewd act despite her protests, but, perversely enough, the very slavish nature of the act aroused her too. Very quickly she lost her self-consciousness and she actually became excited by what had embarrassed her -- being watched as she sucked his cock. Somehow, being completely under his control, forced to do what he wanted, inflamed her and she wanted him to see her submit. Thus, when the climax approached, she redoubled her efforts, anticipating and welcoming the coming ejaculation. When it came, she buried the cock in her mouth and gulped down the flood that filled it, savoring both the cum and Kenny's obvious enjoyment. 

However, when it was finished and the excitement waned, she suddenly was flustered and embarrassed again. The abject submission that had aroused her moments ago, now humiliated her. Scrambling up off of her knees, her face flaming, she blurted out, "I hope you're satisfied now!" 

Kenny's reply was succinct as he hugged her close, "I'm very satisfied! You were wonderful!" Then, pulling back and looking into her eyes, he said, with a laugh, teasingly, "That was the best cock-sucking I've ever had, even better than with the woman who did it last night!" 

That caused her to blush again, but it eased the tension and she was able to regain her composure and laugh with him. "Oh, you! You're incorrigible!" Then hesitantly, "But I'm glad you enjoyed it! Come on now, we've got to get downstairs and meet the girls. First though, fix the beds so that it's not obvious that we slept together in here. Change pillows with the one in your room and mess up your bed." 

Shortly afterwards, their illicit behavior concealed, they were in the crowded elevator on the way down. Everything was sedate and proper, but just before the door opened, Kenny leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Linda, I'll bet that you're the best cocksucker in this whole hotel!" If she had been flustered before, a new word would have had to be invented to describe her reaction then. Her face turned crimson and she was absolutely mortified, sure that everyone had heard, sure that guilt would be apparent to anyone who looked at her. Naturally, no one else noticed a thing and, fortunately, they didn't meet the girls until she had regained her composure. Kenny was laughing at her reaction, and, since everything had worked out, she was able to see the humor and join in. The girls were pleased to see them both in such good moods, and the day was off to a great start. Their second full day involved the White House tour in the morning, a disappointing view of Congress in session in the afternoon, followed by quick visits to the Library of Congress and the Supreme Court building. The day being beautiful, they walked down the mall, enjoying themselves and each other, any residual tension gone. The girls found that the out-of-the-classroom teacher Mrs. Kramer was a lot of fun, not stuffy or "above" them, just a pleasant non- restrictive tour leader. She even trusted them to climb up the Washington Monument alone -- she certainly had no intention of doing so -- but she did walk back down with them. 

Later that evening, meeting in their common room, she said that, as they had planned, they were going to spend most of the next day at the Smithsonian. She then surprised them by discussing her supervisory role. "As I think you know, Kenny and I had a long talk Sunday night about my role as chaperone." Then, laughing, (and managing not to blush), she interjected, "Actually, we talked, about a lot of other things, too, as you also may know! In any case, as I told him, the school board has set up a very strict set of rules, requiring me to be with you at all times. Now, this is very confidential, but the reason I'm here instead of Mr. Phillips is that last year the parents learned that the kids were pretty much on their own. A couple of them complained that their kids reported being lost, missing connections and a bunch of other problems, and one parent threatened to sue. It was hushed up, but the board told me to follow the letter of the rules. However, the Smithsonian is a big place and you all have different interests. Kenny has insured me that you all are very reliable and that I can trust you to go where you say you are going and return on time. I think that he's right, so, I'm going to take a chance and we'll separate, each do his own thing, and meet for lunch at the cafeteria. We'll talk then about the afternoon. Ok?" 

Needless to say, the girls were very pleased, both with her offer and her confidence in them, and promised to go their separate ways and meet whenever she said. They appreciated her explanation of her first intention of being very restrictive, blaming the school board rather than her own inclinations, and also her taking them into her confidence about the previous year. Actually, their feeling about her had turned 180 degrees, and instead of thinking of her as a witch, they now saw her as gracious and generous -- and, increasingly as a friend. That warm feeling was at least quadrupled, however, when she made the astonishing announcement that, "I have a surprise for you about tomorrow night! I called the ticket office and was able to get six tickets for tomorrow night's concert at the Kennedy Center!" Her announcement was greeted by wild excitement, several of the girls throwing their arms around her and hugging her in thanks. As they went to their rooms, the girls were bubbling over, thrilled at the idea of seeing a performance at the center and, of course, chattering about what they would wear. 

For Kenny and Linda, however, the evening really began when they got to their suite. It's amazing how inconceivable things can, very rapidly, become almost routine. Kenny went to his room, cleaned up, brushed his teeth and all the other pre-bed activities, and just, naturally, went into Linda's room and lay back on the bed. When she finished in the bathroom and came out completely naked, she never considered covering herself when she saw him lying there, also nude. Instead, she calmly went over and lay beside him, welcoming the fondling and caressing that followed. They were, of course, far more comfortable with each other and the progression into real sex was smooth and non-traumatic. Kenny kissed and sucked her nipples and gradually worked his way down her body, ruffling and kissing her mound of pubic hair. This time, without hesitation, as he moved down between her legs, she raised and parted them, exposing herself completely. He moved in to kiss and lick her clit and, slowly moved downward, running his tongue through her cunt. He did that several times, ending with a light sucking of her clit. Then, as he moved downward again, she spontaneously raised her hips, virtually asking that he go all the way back. Accepting her invitation, he let his tongue leave her cunt and move back along the cleft to her asshole. Flicking all around the area, concentrating on the hole, itself, he felt her raising her hips even higher to intensify the stimulation. 




The Senior Trip Ch. 04



Leaving there, he moved back up through her cunt lips, slipping his finger between her ass cheeks as he did so, lightly rubbing and stroking the area as she continued to move. Concentrating on the clit with his mouth and tongue, he slid his middle finger deep into her cunt, finger-fucking her as her excitement mounted. Then, recognizing her pleasure in anal play, he lightly stroked and then probed her asshole. As he did so, she began flexing her hips up and down, clearly relishing that form of stimulation. Accepting her broad hint, he kept his finger there, first continuing the probing, and, with the finger lubricated from her cunt, sliding inside. Leaving it there, he continued the titillation of her clit and cunt, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She was moving vigorously, flexing her pelvis up and down, moaning and sighing passionately. As she moved, his finger sank in further until it passed the second knuckle and was completely inserted. He began to finger-fuck her ass, plunging in and out, matching her undulations, as he pressed harder and harder on her clit with his mouth. Finally, the climax was reached as she surged upwards, pushing hard against his mouth while squeezing tightly around his embedded finger, squirming against him to get every iota of pleasure from the contact. 

As she slumped down, drained by the intense action, he slipped his finger out and began, again, the slow, gentle stroking between her legs. She lay there, panting, but the light massaging gradually had its effect, and subtle movements revealed that her sexual excitement was being rekindled. Lifting and parting her legs, Kenny moved between them on his knees and, with ease entered her saturated cunt. He had shown restraint and sensitivity, as well as technique, far beyond his experience and age, but his cock now demanded release. He began moving in and out of her, grinding against her cunt lips, pulling out, and plunging in again. This vigorous pounding of her sensitive tissues completed the rekindling, and the flame of sexual excitement engulfed her as the piston-like strokes continued. In and out, in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster -- and then the inevitable explosion as he ejaculated deep within her. He held himself as tightly as possible against her cunt, rubbing against her, squeezing to get the last drop of the discharge into her. That last surge triggered her second orgasm and she matched him by driving hard upward, holding herself as an open receptacle, her cunt lips mashed against him as he finished. Totally spent, they lay beside each other, content and happy. 

For once, even Kenny felt no need for further sexual gymnastics that night, so they were soon asleep beside each other, just as if they had slept together for years. By morning, of course, Kenny was ready again, and they were able to have a very pleasant fucking to start the day. Being a little late, they hurriedly dressed and went to breakfast, and then to the Smithsonian. The Smithsonian, of course, is immense and fascinating, extending over several buildings and outdoor exhibition areas, making it impossible to see everything in one visit. The girls, and Linda, wanted to see the clothes, of course. Kenny wanted to go immediately to the space and air museum, plus there was the sculpture gardens, the art exhibits -- and innumerable other attractive things. So, separation was the only logical way for each to see his or her special interests and they arranged to meet at noon. As they split up, Linda's last, joking threat was, "Anyone who is late will receive a spanking, so watch it!" Everyone laughed in mock fear, as Kenny left and the women went to the clothing exhibition before separating. Promptly at noon, everyone was at the cafeteria, thrilled at the things they had seen, and what they wanted to see in the afternoon. 

The afternoon excursions were equally beguiling, but, once again, all five were at the appointed meeting spot precisely on time, ready to go back to the hotel. They had an early dinner and went back up to dress and get ready for the big evening extravaganza. The girls were all atwitter, anticipating an evening's entertainment that they would remember for years. They got it, but not only from the performance. 



The Senior Trip Ch. 05



Kenny dressed quickly and came over to watch Linda get ready. As he approached the room, all he could hear was, "Damn, damn, damn, what did I do! What'll I do now?" As he came in he saw that she was completely naked except for a pair of black, lace-topped, thigh-high hose. Certainly an interesting picture, but as she looked up, seeing him, tears of frustration in her eyes, she said, "I didn't pack what I need to wear with this dress! Now I don't have anything I can wear tonight and it's too late to buy anything! Oh, how could I have been so stupid?" Kenny obviously was confused, so she explained. "As you may have noticed, my breasts are large for my height and weight. As a result, I have trouble finding dresses that fit. If they fit my breasts, the waist and hips are too big. If they fit my waist and hips, the top is too small. This dress, though," holding up a silky, black sheath, "fits perfectly down below and has a light built-in bra that stretches enough so that it holds me ok. Unfortunately, the material is soft and thin so that if my nipples get hard, they stick straight out. In addition, I can't wear panties, garter belt and hose because the material shows the outline of them too. What I normally wear is a heavy body stocking that hides my nipples and I wear these thigh-high hose that stay up by themselves. It is perfect then.....but I forgot the damn body stocking! I can't wear a bra under the dress and I don't even own any pantyhose!" The frustration was suddenly too much for her, and she started to cry.

Putting his arms around her, he tried to help. "Come on, Linda! You have lovely tits and they certainly are not too large. They're perfect! Now, put the dress on with nothing under it and let's see how it looks."

"My god, Kenny! I couldn't wear it like that! I'd be almost naked! Everything would show! I'd have to wear panties, at least." Despite her consternation, she was finally agreed to slip the dress on just to prove to him how impossible his incredible suggestion was. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of panties, slipped them on and slid the dress up over her hips. "You'll have to fasten it in back. The zipper goes the whole way up and I can't get into or out of it without help." The dress was a silky, form-fitting black sheath, the material, as she had said, stretching comfortably and snuggly over her breasts and following the curves of her body flawlessly.

After zipping her up, Kenny stepped back to see the overall look, and his reaction was one of awe, saying, "Wow, Linda, you're beautiful! That fits perfectly! Look at yourself! "

She looked at herself in the mirror and agreed that it looked wonderful -- as he said, a perfect fit. She picked up the brightly colored scarf she wore with it and tied it around her neck, the tails flowing gracefully, one over her shoulder, one over her left breast. The vibrant scarf set off the black sheath, creating an ensemble that anyone would be pleased with. "Oh, Kenny, I do like it, but that's not the problem." Even as she spoke, her nipples stiffened and, suddenly, two hard points projected through the cloth. "See what I mean? And look here!" She turned her back to the mirror and looked at her hips. The material of the dress was thin and clinging, and every seam of her panties was clearly delineated. "I couldn't possibly go out like this! I feel positively naked on top and my panty line shows in the back! And, even if I could wear it, the girls would be mortified to be seen with me! It just won't do!"

"You look wonderful, and you see more than that on TV every day! What makes you think that the girls wouldn't like it? I'll tell you what. I'll call them and have them come up. They can look at you and tell you what they think."

"Oh, Kenny, don't! I'd be horribly embarrassed! In any case, they wouldn't tell the truth if they didn't approve!" Ignoring her protests, Kenny did phone the girls' rooms and told them that Mrs. Kramer had a serious problem with her dress and asked them to come up and help. Linda was aghast when he told her that they would be right up, sure that they would be scandalized, wondering, anyway, if she should tell her students about her personal problem. She never showed anything in school, and always tried to minimize the size of her breasts and, certainly, to hide her very prominent nipples.

Kenny led the girls in, sitting down on the edge of the bed and saying only that Mrs. Kramer evidently left something at home and that she thought that she couldn't wear this dress without it. As they came into her room, their first reaction most certainly was not what she had expected and feared. They had anticipated seeing their teacher in a teacher-type dress, but instead they found a glamorous woman dressed in a sleek, sophisticated ensemble. There was a moment of silence followed by a jumble of appreciative comments, ranging from "Oh, wow!" to "That's beautiful!" More than the remarks themselves, however, was their immediate and obviously sincere approval. She basked in that appreciation as the girls continued their admiring comments, saying that they couldn't see any problem. That brought her back to earth and she explained the need for her missing body stocking.

At that point, a strange transformation of the group took place. Rather than being a teacher and four girls, they became five females discussing clothing problems -- what was suitable and what could be done. The girls showed unrestrained admiration for her figure, particularly her "too large" breasts (Jenny Simpkins, looking down at her own 34A's, said "I wish I had that problem!"), and being very emphatic that she shouldn't worry about points showing.

Beth Simmons added, "You see it all the time! Going braless and letting them show is perfectly acceptable today, all the stars do it! Besides, you have a bra in the dress so they can't stick out too much even if the material is thin." Then, "Ooh!" as the "points" they were discussing suddenly stuck out, causing her to add, "Well, I guess they can show! What difference does it make anyway? It looks very nice and very sexy!"

That was the unanimous opinion and the comments about her "points" were extremely complimentary. Linda was beginning be convinced by their enthusiastic support, but, she suddenly remembered the other problem -- her bottom. Reluctantly, she turned around, presenting her hips to them, saying, "Even if I could go out without the body stocking over my breasts, I still need it back here!" There was immediate and universal agreement she was right -- there was no way she could wear that sleek, sophisticated dress with her panties so clearly outlined.

It was Angela, who finally made the obvious suggestion that the others had been reluctant to propose. "Mrs. Kramer, why don't you try it without panties? It would get rid of the lines, and no one would know, anyway." Once the subject was broached, everyone enthusiastically supported the idea, and, after several protests that she couldn't do that, Linda finally pulled the tight skirt almost to her waist, exposing her hose tops and even, briefly, her cunt hair. She quickly pulled the panties down and off, throwing them onto the bed near Kenny. (Actually, everyone had forgotten that he was there, but peculiarly enough, no one seemed surprised or concerned that he undoubtedly had just seen a considerable amount of Mrs. Kramer. Certainly, she paid no attention.)

The removal of the panties made a tremendous improvement, as might be expected. The panty lines were gone and the material flowed over her hips in a smooth, unbroken line. Unfortunately, however, as the material hung from her waist over her hips, it molded itself to her body, showing the rounded cheeks of her ass, even dipping into the indentation between. As she walked around the room, her unfettered buttocks moved seductively through the thin fabric, teasingly announcing the lack of undergarments. Again, the consensus opinion was expressed as "Wow!" Everyone agreed that the outfit was somewhat revealing, but insisted that she wear it. Far from being embarrassed by being with her, they loved the idea! Finally, she conceded, saying, "Well, if you all think it looks nice and doesn't show too much, I'll do it. It feels wonderful on me, much better than with a body stocking -- but," blushing for at least the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes, "I almost feel naked! But, I guess that if you've seen this much of me, it doesn't matter about a bunch of strangers!"

So, in short order, accompanied by the four girls (now definitely her friends and collaborators (or co-conspirators) and her youthful lover, Mrs. Kramer went out to face the world, feeling very sexy. Once again, she went out naked under her clothes, enjoying it much more this time, that pleasure augmented by the extremely complimentary comments and admiring (and envious) looks that the girls continued to send her way. Needless to say, however, those were certainly not the only appreciative eyes that roamed up and down her body. As she strolled through the vast lobby of the Kennedy Center, her nipples proudly erect and protruding, her hips swaying and undulating, she attracted glances and stares which normally would have made her cringe. However, the overwhelming majority of those observing her appearance clearly were impressed by what they saw, and she felt like a celebrity with her coterie as they were ushered to their seats. All evening she felt glamorous and daring, one time, during intermission, deliberately bending low over a drinking fountain, knowing full well that the clinging fabric was molding itself around the cleavage of her ass cheeks.

Surprisingly, the girls seemed almost as excited by her appearance as she, gleefully pointing out people, mostly men, of course, who couldn't take their eyes off of her. They seemed to get a vicarious thrill from her sensual appearance and the attention she received as they walked through the crowd. All evening their conversation centered on her figure and her appearance, all of them startled by the transformation from a nice looking teacher to a fem fatale. Remarks that a day or so before would have been catty, now were admiring and sincere: "Boy, look at her nipples! They must stick out an inch, at least!" "I'd love to see her tits bare! They must be something!" "Gods, when she bends over you can see the split of her pussy right through her skirt! I'll bet she doesn't know how much she is showing!" "Kenny sure got a good look at her pussy when she took her panties off! I'll bet he's hard!" "Wow, look at that guy over there...I think he got a flash of her cunt when she got up. He can't take his eyes off of her!" On and on, but not critical: envious perhaps, certainly proud to be with her -- and honestly curious about what was under her dress.

Kenny had brought his digital camera, and they took pleasure being photographed with her, individually and collectively, both in the lobby and the concourse outside. By the time they returned to their hotel after a wonderful performance, she was floating again, filled with the pleasure of the evening and their unending compliments. The girls were still suffused with the energy generated by that vicarious participation in her erotic display. Thus, as might be expected, no one was ready for bed after such a heady evening, so they purchased a variety of snacks and drinks from the small store in the hotel and prepared to have themselves a little party.

They sat around, eating and drinking, giggling and comparing notes as they talked about performances at the Kennedy Center, both that of the orchestra and that of Linda. The consensus was that Linda was more interesting. She had never had this kind of adulation and genuine admiration, and when combined with the sexual thrill she had felt all evening, she was actually giddy, almost drunk with sensations, not liquor. The girls were almost as exhilarated, and they seemed as excited as ever by their participation in her semi-illicit (for a teacher) exposure. They looked at the small images of the pictures, taken that evening, in the digital camera, and even in that minute size, Linda's "finer" points were obvious, not to mention several showing her "rear" assets! The reality that the girls (and Kenny, of course) were co-conspirators, was made clear when one of them commented, "We'd better not let anyone else see these! We'll have to take some regular pictures tomorrow to show other people!"

Linda, replied, "Good heavens, is that the truth! But, I had hoped some of those at the theatre wouldn't be so obvious. I wanted to be able to show them at school, but I'm afraid they might be shocked at these! Actually, they don't really show anything, but it's pretty clear that I don't have anything on under my dress!"

At that, Kenny volunteered, "Don't worry. These will go right into my computer and no one else will see them. I'll make prints for all of us, but I'll be able to 'dampen down' your 'points' with my editing program so that you can have regular prints."

When Linda realized that the pictures would not have to be developed and that Kenny could "clean them up" if necessary, her relief was obvious, and when Beth suggested more pictures, with unanimous support from the others, she joined in the levity with enthusiasm. Several pictures were taken that emphasized the projection of her nipples, and several more showing her skirt following every line and division of her hips.

Finally, Kenny suggested a few "cheesecake" poses, and, again with the unanimous urging of the collaborators in her debauchery, she perched on the arm of a chair, breasts projecting out, skirt pulled half-way up her thigh, asking, "How's this!" She was greeted with whistles and applause, calling for more provocative poses. Several of the girls joined in, pulling their skirts up, exposing thighs encased in pantyhose, and urging her to lift her's higher. However, she finally, drew the line when the band of her thigh high stockings came into view, blushing and saying, "I can't pull it any higher than that! I've got nothing on under here, as you well know!"

For Kenny, all of this deliberate sexual showing off had an obvious impact. Upon returning to the room, he had changed to a tee shirt and soft sweat pants with, as usual, nothing under them. He had not anticipated anything sexy going on until after the girls left, so he never even thought of needing to restrain his cock. Seeing, first, Linda posing sexily, followed by the girls' exposure, had the inevitable result. As a result, if he straightened up, his hardened cock projected straight out, a fact that had become more and more difficult to conceal. Actually, the girls were already well aware of his condition and found it to be both amusing and exciting. Like most girls in a similar situation, they wanted to play up to a boy (or man) and to show themselves off, using any reasonable excuse to do so.

So, seemingly accepting Linda's statement as a limit, Jenny proposed a group picture, a girl on each side of Linda, all holding their skirts up. Jenny got on one side, Beth on the other, and all three lifted their skirts and posed for a very provocative picture. Then, Jenny said, "I know, you put your arms around both of us and we'll each hold our own skirts with one hand your skirt with the other!" So, the tableau was set. They got in position, the girls lifted their own skirts up and, together, raised Linda's. As it came up higher, Linda, concerned, said, "Not too high girls!" Kenny prepared to snap the shutter, and just as he did, both girls gave a quick tug, pulling Linda's skirt well above her triangle of cunt hair, exposing everything below her waist.

It was very quick, and Linda wasn't quite sure of how far it had gone up, but she almost screamed, "Girls! What are you doing! Oh, my heavens!" Her face was suffused with red, horribly embarrassed -- but, somehow, excited at the same time. She didn't know where to look or what to do, but the air was filled with whistles and "wows" from her audience. The two girls hugged her and she briefly hid her face against Beth until her composure returned. At last, face still red, she faced them, saying, "You're awful! What a thing to do! Gods, I'm embarrassed!"

Jenny asked, "Are you mad at us?"

"Yes! That was awful! " but she, reluctantly, was smiling as she said it. Reassured, Beth said, "Let's look at the picture." On the small screen, the image of Linda's exposure was crystal clear and, once again, her face turned crimson, as she blurted out, "Oh, Kenny! Make sure no one ever sees that! I'd be ruined!" He promised and the others all consoled her, telling her how sexy she looked and it was nothing to be embarrassed about with just them. Finally, comforted by their obvious caring, and convinced that she really did look sexy, she simply said, "Ok, damn it! I guess it's all right as long as you keep it hidden. It's a little late to worry about showing everything after the fact, anyway."

Angela then chimed in with, "But, that's not fair! Beth and Jenny had their picture taken with you but Judy and I didn't. We should have a picture, too!"

Linda looked at her in consternation, asking, "Do you mean that I should pose like that with you too? I couldn't possibly do that deliberately! lt's bad enough that they tricked me into doing it!" However, after long and intensive cajoling, there was Linda standing between Angela and Judy, all three holding their skirts up, the girls showing their panties, as Kenny took their picture. Then, resignedly, Linda put her arms around the two girls, smiled at the camera, and waited. The girls pulled up their own skirts all the way up, and, without hesitating raised Linda's almost to her waist -- and held it there, exposing her completely, as Kenny focused the camera. This was no quick glimpse at her nether charms, it was a viewing, an exhibition that she permitted with no protest. It was, in part, resignation to the inevitable, but, even more, she liked it!

At that point, Angela whispered to Jenny, "Let's give Kenny a thrill! His cock is almost breaking through his pants now!" She whispered her proposal and Jenny passed it on. One by one, without saying anything, the girls went into the bathroom, removed their pantyhose and panties and came back out. When all were ready, Angela suggested, "Let's have a picture of all four of us with Mrs. Kramer." The proposal was enthusiastically accepted and they stood together, two girls on each side of Linda, and Kenny took the shot. Then, as planned, Angela said, "Ok, one more with all our skirts up! Mrs. Kramer, make sure yours is pulled up all the way!"

Linda was resigned (as well as pleased) to exposing herself, so she giggled like one of the kids, saying, "Why not? Everything was displayed before, anyway!"

Kenny said, "Ready!" At that signal, and just as he snapped the shutter, they lifted their skirts to their waists, revealing that all five were now naked beneath their skirts. Kenny's eyes, figuratively, at least, bulged out in shock at that totally unexpected exposure. The girls and Linda all laughed uproariously at his expression, refusing his request that they do it again.

Then, someone suggested that Kenny have his picture taken with Mrs. Kramer and he ended up sitting on a chair with her perched on his knees, her breasts thrown out, nipples erect. Egged on by the girls, Linda pulled her skirt up to show her thighs for a shot, and finally, after much prodding, her skirt all the way up, exposing her cunt hair with his hand resting on the lace of her hose tops. Both she and, of course, Kenny were visibly (particularly Kenny) turned on by that intimate posing, to the riotous laughter and giggling of the girls, who urged even more activity. Teenagers are noted, of course, for getting out of hand, one thing leading to another without regard (or even thought) of consequences, egging each other on to greater and greater indiscretions. Linda was loving being included in their companionship, one of the group, going with the flow, and was tempted to just let things happen.



The Senior Trip Ch. 06



However, despite her enjoyment of the camaraderie and the sexual excitement, she had enough sense remaining to finally call a halt before things went even further. She said that she hated to break up the impromptu party, but it was getting late and that they were going to the National Gallery tomorrow. Reluctantly, still on a high, the girls gave in and got ready to go to their own rooms, but, just before leaving, Judy remembered Mrs. Kramer's comment that she couldn't get out of her dress without help. Accompanied by the girls, Linda went into her room, leaving Kenny in the common room, of course, and turned her back, saying, "See, the zipper tab is hard to get to, and l can't reach far enough to get it down all the way." Judy took the tab and pulled it down to the bottom, exposing Linda's bare back all the way to her hips. As the gap widened, the dress just naturally fell off of her shoulders, and, suddenly, those nipples that had beguiled them all evening were unveiled. Hard as rocks, mounted on the cone-like breasts that a much younger woman could envy, they were stared at with utter fascination and envy by the four girls. Then, as Judy let go of the zipper tab, the entire dress fell at her feet, leaving her completely nude except for her lacey-topped dark hose. 

Their first reaction had been complete, stunned silence, as their eyes ran over the totally unexpected voluptuousness of her body. They had been aware, of course, that her breasts were big and that her nipples were prominent, but they weren't prepared for seeing them bare. C-cup with virtually no sag, they stuck out as if she wore an invisible bra. The aureoles were pink and about one-half dollar in diameter, centered by those erect nipples, a half inch across, three- quarters of an inch high. While breasts of that size usually jiggle and wobble if unsupported, hers merely quivered enticingly as she moved. From them, their eyes just naturally went downward over her slightly rounded, very feminine, stomach to the triangle of curly cunt hair at its base. Unlike the girls, who shaved much of their pubic hair to wear brief bathing suits, hers was a neat mound in its natural shape. Beneath that, no more than an inch below, four inches of frilly elastic lace held up long dark thigh-high stockings. As she turned part way in a futile attempt to shield herself, her hips came into view. Like her breasts, these were plump mounds, curvy and full, and a bit oversized for her height. This merely made her bottom more attractive and, as revealed in her thin dress, the natural sway and bobble as she walked was very sensuous. 

Linda stood there, naked, for a moment and, before she could even think of what to do, the silence suddenly ended with everyone talking at once, the comments all overlapped each other, a commingling of flattering observations: "Oh, my god, Mrs. Kramer, you're beautiful!" "God, what a body!" "Will you look at those tits!" "Man, both of mine wouldn't be a big as one of those!" She was totally flustered, not knowing how to respond, absorbing the obviously sincere admiration and flattery, but, at the same time, feeling unbelievably exposed. However, while she had stopped the situation from, as she feared, from going too far in the sitting room, she was still very aroused and high from the evening and the unending compliments flowing from the girls. Suddenly, without consciously making any decisions, she just quit worrying, almost as if a switch marked "modesty" had been turned off in her head. The sexual "high" that had permitted her to pose in a somewhat licentious way in the other room returned and, displaying herself like a model, she made a pirouette, feeling very bold and daring. 

Then, to her utter consternation, Angela cried out, "KENNY, come in here and bring your camera! Hurry!" Now, Linda obviously had no problem with Kenny seeing her naked -- but not with anyone else present! The fear of another kind of exposure, her illicit sexual activities, momentarily dampened her high. She quickly tried to cover herself, but the girls would have none of it. As Kenny ran in, carrying his camera, to see what was going on, he found her standing naked, surrounded by laughing excited girls, still high themselves from the evening's entertainment. "Oh, please, Kenny, go back out! Don't take any pictures! Oh, good heavens! Come on, girls, let me get my robe." The modesty switch was back on and, for what probably was the hundredth time that evening, she blushed -- this time from head to toe. 

Needless to say, her pleas fell on deaf ears. They were relatively mature young women, all very intelligent, all nice, stable and considerate -- but, as said before, they were all teenagers! They had enjoyed an evening of high excitement, become sexually aroused (although perhaps they didn't even recognize that), and now, feeding on each other's energy, they were really beyond reasonable thought. Early in the evening, stripping Mrs. Kramer would never have 

crossed their minds. Now that it had happened naturally and without premeditation, they were thrilled with the results. The idea that she really would mind, that she really would be embarrassed beyond belief, just never occurred to them -- they were just having fun! In fact, Linda's mind was filled with a weird mixture of thoughts: on one hand, she was both mortified and humiliated, standing naked before them and Kenny, the center of their staring eyes; on the other, she was so excited and aroused, that she wanted to parade around, display herself to those eyes. 

In any case, it was too late to hide anything as Kenny came in and, despite being shocked and aroused (as shown by what appeared to be a spear in his pants), began snapping pictures as fast as he could. Finally giving up, bereft of any thoughts of propriety or limits, she just stood there, posing with the girls and, even, while feeling alluring and seductive, with Kenny. Whatever pose they came up with, she went along, her mind in a state of sexual overload, so aroused that she never even thought of stopping as the poses became more and more suggestive and risqué. The girls took turns in arranging her, each trying to outdo the others in putting her in salacious poses. Several, which she didn't even recall (fortunately) until she saw the pictures, featured her in "Penthouse" types of positions which left literally nothing to the imagination. 

The last pose, scripted by Angela (naturally), had Linda sitting on Kenny's lap again, only this time she had nothing on but the lacey topped hose. As directed, she was leaning back, one leg completely across his knees, the other pointing outward, exposing most of her cunt. She had one hand resting on each thigh, not hiding any of the crucial areas. In that position, the projection in Kenny's pants, which was painfully obvious, was actually right against her nearer leg and showing above it. His left arm was around her, his hand placed just below her breast, the other hand on her inner thigh within an inch of her cunt hair. At this point, Linda was just doing whatever she was told, in an erotic daze, not thinking at all. Kenny, of course, was in a different kind of daze, sexually aroused and relishing the increasingly carnal atmosphere in the room. 

The picture was taken, and Angela said, "Come on, now, one really sexy picture to finish it off! Just stay still and let me arrange you." Following instructions, the two held their pose and, looking to the other girls for approval, Angela took Kenny's left hand and moved it directly onto Linda's breast and, slid his right hand directly between her legs onto her cunt. Just reacting, not thinking, Kenny cupped the breast and tightened his hand against the cunt, obviously feeling her. Linda, not capable of thinking at that point, just automatically spread her legs wider, exposing herself completely and giving him complete access to her cunt. Unexpectedly, as, she opened her legs, her hand on her thigh slid off, directly onto Kenny's rampant cock -- and stayed there, grasping it! The tableau held, Linda leaning back, legs wide open, Kenny clutching her tit while actively fondling her cunt, her fingers around his cock, neither of them conscious for the moment that they had an audience. Judy, who was operating the camera, took three quick pictures, the girls gaping at the unbelievably lurid sight before them. 

The pose held for thirty seconds or more, both Linda and Kenny carried away by the unexpected contact, lost in a real sexual act as his fingers found her cunt hole while her hand was actually working on his cock. The room was deathly quiet as the girls were mesmerized by the lewd activity before them. Whether it was the silence or something else that caused it, suddenly some measure of sanity returned to Linda and, pulling away and getting up, blushing more furiously than ever, she cried, "Good heavens, what are we doing? We've got to stop this....I can't believe this!" With that, she hid her head in her hands, gasping out, "You'd better go girls....we...we have a long day tomorrow!" The girls, sobered at last, muttered their "goodnights" and left, leaving a very aroused Kenny alone with a naked Mrs. Kenny. 

It had been like a dash of cold water on the girls, suddenly realizing that they had gone way too far, recognizing at last that Mrs. Kramer unquestionably was embarrassed and mortified beyond belief by those last acts and that they were responsible. Still, while more composed and rational as they left the suite, they were still irrepressible teenage girls, and when they returned to their room their sobriety vanished and they couldn't help but talk in risqué and bawdy terms about what they had seen, and giggling as they boisterously babbled to each other about Kenny's very obvious physical arousal. They couldn't talk enough about the actual sexual contact just before they left, how Kenny had actually felt Mrs. Kramer's pussy and tit and she had her hand on his cock. The general consensus was that something had to be going on in Mrs. Kramer's room. The speculation and language about that "something" was certainly ribald and, perhaps, obscene. 

"Did you see how he squeezed her tit? Gods that must have felt good. I can't believe how firm they look! I'd have liked to have felt it myself!" 

"Hell, he had his finger all the way up her pussy! If we hadn't been there, I'll bet his cock would have been in next!" 

"Speaking of his cock...wasn't it big! Boy, she was really feeling it, too!" 

"She was so open and wet that any size cock could have gotten in!" 

"I hope he does get into her. It would be good for both of them, the way they've stopped arguing!" The only real question was whether or not Kenny would fuck her and the obvious belief was that he would. 

Needless to say, their speculations, and hopes, were right on the money. Linda, as said before, had been on a cloud all evening: she had gone out revealingly dressed, been fulsomely admired by the girls, appeared celebrity-like at the performance, and, finally, sexually exposed in the suite. A woman who had rarely been seen nude even by her family had now been displayed, nakedly and erotically, by five students. More, one of those students, her young lover, had actually felt her in front of the others! And, while she had not intended, at first, to touch Kenny's cock, she certainly had not let go once she did! More, the girls had watched the whole thing! Nothing remotely like this had ever happened to her before, and she never would have believed that it could have appealed to her -- but it had and it did! Hard as it would be to admit, having the girls see them really spurred her on, and if sanity hadn't returned exactly when it had, she might actually have been fucked right in front of them! 

Kenny, of course, had seen and been part of all this, too, and he was more than ready for relief. Of course, he had seen everything she had before, but it was packaged differently. All evening he was faced with this enticing woman, tits out, skirt revealing almost as much as it hid, and he couldn't touch her. What's more, he had to act as if he were as ignorant of what the dress hid as he would have been not long ago. When the girls lifted Linda's skirt and deliberately exposed her cunt to him, his cock actually hurt it was so hard in his pants. Seeing all five females lifting their skirts and deliberately showing their cunts to him, was almost enough to cause him to go off prematurely. The final step of seeing Linda naked, posing with her, actually feeling her with the girls watching and, then, having them leave him alone with her -- well, that was almost too much. 

Kenny followed the girls out into the sitting room, but turned back into Linda's room as they pulled the door shut behind them. Still, before he could return to the room, Linda was already spread out on the bed, not even having taken time to remove her hose. He frantically stripped himself, having a difficult time getting his rigid cock out of the sweat pants, and joined her. Actually, if the girls had sneaked back in instead of going out, they would have seen the fucking. They hadn't even reached the elevator before he was inside of her, and long before they got to their own rooms, the action was well under way. There was no talking, no foreplay, for neither needed or wanted it. As he came to her, her legs rose and spread wide, welcoming his entrance. He plunged deeply into her in one surge, her well-lubricated cunt opening wide as he sank in. The fucking was very rapid and vigorous, both close to orgasm before they started. As he drove inward, she rose to meet him, their bodies meeting forcefully, coming together as if they actually were going to merge. She lowered her hips as he withdrew, only to surge up, harder than ever, as he came in. The whole act took only about three minutes, with her reaching climax first, jerking and twisting so hard that it almost dislodged him for a moment. Her orgasm just went on and on, finally triggering his, sending waves of semen deep into her inter recesses. 

Unlike normal times, even ejaculation did not mean satisfaction, and his cock never really lost its rigidity. There was no letdown, no slumping. The in-and-out motion still felt almost compulsive, impossible to stop. The smooth, slipperiness of her cunt walls massaged his cock, stimulating him to greater endeavors. The same continuing desire controlled Linda too, and, rather than cooling off, her sexual heat actually seemed to mount. She welcomed the uninterrupted pounding between her legs, gasping out, breathlessly, "Fuck me, oh god, fuck me! Oh, it feels so good!" The screwing mounted to a crescendo, both totally out of control of their feelings, both completely lost in the pleasure of fucking and being fucked. Ultimately, of course, the climax was reached, Kenny discharging a second flood of cum into her as she surged up against him. This time, they did slump down, exhausted, both from the sexual release and from the easing of the tension that had built up through the evening. 

They lay there quietly, sexual urges satisfied for the moment, but only temporarily! Linda was still on a rosy cloud, savoring the evening's excitement and her own unexpected role as beauty queen. It had been, almost certainly, the most exciting evening of her life and she had relished every minute. "Boy, I'm certainly glad I forgot that body stocking! Oh, that felt good, going out like that! I've never done anything like that before and," hugging him, "I'd never have done it this time without you and the girls! I really shouldn't have let you take those pictures of me afterwards, though! Gods, I can't believe that I posed holding my skirt up without panties... what am I saying... with or without panties! And then, letting them pose me completely nude.....I still can't believe I did that!" 

Kenny's replies were, as might be expected, highly complimentary and explicit, "You looked wonderful, and everyone at the Kennedy Center admired you and we certainly did! The way your tits stuck out through your dress would excite anyone! You even got the girls going... they actually showed their cunts off! I can't wait until I can download those pictures and see them full size! Five cunts lined up, with you in the middle! Too bad we didn't get their tits out too, but they probably didn't want to show theirs next to yours." 

However, as they talked, niggling worries began and she asked, "Do you think that the girls have any idea of what we're doing? After seeing me showing myself last night, letting them strip me, and then you doing that, they have every reason to think that something might have happened after they left! I certainly would in their place! They left us together with me completely naked and," giggling a bit even though she was increasingly worried, "you obviously were ready! I can't believe that they had you feel me! I think that they wanted us to do something -- and, good heavens, you and I were really lost in it for a short time there. I was so hot that I think I would have done anything they told me to do! I think that part of me really wanted to do something in front of them! I probably shouldn't admit this, but I knew what I was doing when I let my hand fall onto your cock. I...I wanted them to see me do it! It seemed like an exciting idea then, but now I wonder." 

"I wouldn't be surprised if they believe that we are doing something, but l don't know if they think that you would go all the way. If they say anything, though, I'll tell them that you just went to bed and that we didn't do anything, but I doubt that they would believe it! Look, Linda, after everything we all did yesterday, you have nothing to worry about. You've been so nice to everyone....taking us all to the concert, treating us like adults, not kids....they wouldn't care what you did. In any case, they enjoyed everything as much as you, or I, did, and they encouraged you to do everything you did last night. Remember, they stripped you and posed you! I'll bet they hope that I fuck you! They certainly did everything but tell us to! Now, quit worrying!" All this time he was fondling her breasts and stroking her cunt, and shortly afterwards, they finished the evening with a last, milder and relaxing screwing. Sleep followed quickly after a long, very pleasant day



The Senior Trip Ch. 07



Linda was looking furiously through her drawers for underwear, but her bras and panties seem to have vanished. Her only dress in her closet was the black sheath which was inappropriate, but, search as she might, there was nothing else. Suddenly, she was before the school board, wearing that dress, her nipples projecting completely through the fabric, the material covering her bottom as if it were paint. Everyone was leering at her as she tried to explain that nothing had happened in Washington. Somehow her husband was sitting with the board, accusing her of adultery and threatening divorce. Then, without transition, she was completely naked, running out of the meeting through the school corridors, students jeering making lewd comments as she passed. She was stopped abruptly by flashing cameras putting pictures on a newspaper with the headline, LOCAL TEACHER IN SEX SCANDAL. All at once, she stumbled and fell, lying there shivering....and was awaked by Kenny shaking her, worriedly asking, "Linda, wake up! Wake up, there's nothing wrong!" 

She lay there, moaning and whimpering, as he shook her until, finally, her eyes opened and, dazed and half-awake, she looked at him, unable to focus and, at first, unable to recognize who was in bed with her. The dream was still with her, very real, very scary, and, as she finally began to come around, the magnitude of her last night's exhibition descended upon her. Lying there, half awake, everything looked black. Suddenly, rather than feeling like a fem fatale, she felt like a brazen hussy. Her exposure at the Center seemed blatant and shameless, and the events in the hotel beyond belief. "How on earth did I let myself do those things? Wearing the dress like that was bad enough, but exposing myself in front of the girls was unforgivable." All the puritanical mores that had controlled her life buffeted her, making the pleasure she had enjoyed seem sinful. Even worse, finally focusing on Kenny brought back the realization that she had gone to bed with him and committed adultery as soon as the girls were out of the door! Suddenly, she was certain that the girls knew what she had done! They'd be bound to tell someone and she would be ruined! The scandal would kill her! All of these horrible thoughts flashed through her mind in those few seconds while her mind shook off the after effects of her nightmare. She sat up, rigid and panic stricken, crying, "Oh, Kenny, what am I going to do? It's hopeless!" 

Kenny, of course, had no idea in the world what she was talking about. She was crying and, obviously distraught, almost hysterical, so he did just the right thing -- put his arms around her, hugged her, saying, "Relax, Linda, honey, there's nothing wrong! You just had a bad dream. Come on, tell me what's worrying you." 

His compassionate tone and the endearment, the first she had heard from him, penetrated her terror-stricken mind, breaking her out of the vicious circle of self-condemnation and panic. "Oh, Kenny, I'm scared about all the things I did last night....and us! I dreamed that everyone knew and the scandal was in the paper. I was going to be fired! My husband was there and he knew! Then I was naked with everyone looking! Oh, what am I going to do?" 

"Oh, for heaven's sakes, Linda, it was just a dream! Nothing's going to happen and no one is going to know." Then, with a grin, "I certainly am not going to tell anybody....as I told you before, no one would believe it anyway....I hardly believe it myself! I'm sure that the girls won't say anything about last night. In any case, they were responsible for everything, anyway. They talked you into going out dressed like that....and you looked wonderful....and they certainly were the ones who went crazy and caused everything that went on here! They got us so hot that they practically put us in bed together. Look, they enjoyed it, you enjoyed it and I certainly enjoyed it! The six of us had a good time, no one was hurt or felt bad -- so, what's the problem?" He was hugging her tightly as he said all of this, and his reassurance gradually dragged her out of the dream-generated panic, but she still had those niggling worries from last night because she had done things that would cause her to be pilloried if they ever were revealed. Still, Kenny's confidence and unworried demeanor finally calmed her down, and she lay back, relaxed, as he began to caress her. Gradually, she became aroused and, putting her fears aside for the moment, she joined him in what was, probably for the first time, more love-making than fucking. 

Afterwards, she took a quick shower that dissipated the last of the cobwebs and fear left by her nightmare, but she still had a residual concern about the girls. However, just after they finished dressing, there was a tentative knock on the door and, when Kenny answered it, all four girls were waiting outside. Beth quietly said to him that they wanted to see Mrs. Kramer alone, so he called in to Linda, saying that the girls wanted to talk to her and that he was going on down and would meet them in the dining room. Linda came out, filled with foreboding about this different morning procedure, particularly when she saw the long faces before her. But her fear were soon allayed when Judy said, "Oh, Mrs. Kramer, we want to apologize for last night!" 

Angela chimed in, saying, "We were so happy and excited about the entire evening, that we just got carried away and went too far! We didn't mean to embarrass you or cause you any problems, we just didn't think about what we were doing." 

"You looked so lovely and we all felt so good about everything, that we all thought of you as one of us, not a teacher! Are you mad at us?" asked Beth. 

Linda's relief was unbelievable. Hugging Judy, the one closest, then the others, she said, "Of course I'm not angry at you. I loved last night and all of you, but, as a married woman and a teacher, I should have had enough sense to stop things before they got out of hand! The truth is, I've never done anything like that in my life before, and I just was so excited by going out dressed as I did, that I wasn't thinking clearly. We all got carried away and did things we shouldn't have," blushing furiously, "particularly me. I'm afraid, so no one is to blame! In any case, I don't really regret anything I or we did last night, but....but...I'm terrified of what would happen if anyone else found out! If your parents, the school board or," hesitantly and blushing, "my...my husband knew about last night, well, I don't know what would happen!" Her last statement sounded panicky, and the girls instantly tried to reassure her. 

"For heaven's sake, Mrs. Kramer, we certainly aren't going to say anything....gods, we caused everything that happened! You never would have done anything if we hadn't urged you, so, regardless of whatever you say, we're responsible! Look, we'll always remember everything we did last night, but as far as anyone else is concerned, we had a marvelous time at the concert with a wonderful teacher, came back, had a snack, and went to bed!" Judy gave that promise, but the others all eagerly joined in her pledge, expressing their sincere admiration and love for her. That pledge and their respectful comments made her feel like royalty, and, with her becoming more cheerful, they had no reservations about talking about their nefarious activities of the previous night. 

They couldn't say enough about how much they had enjoyed the performance and how wonderful she had looked. They all agreed that they couldn't wait to see the pictures they had taken. No one seemed the least bit embarrassed about what they had shown in those pictures, and Angela chimed in with, "I know that you look good in them! We could tell that from the little viewer, but how we look is hard to tell." And, now that they were sure that she wasn't upset, they seemed to accept her nudity as a matter of course, nothing to make a big deal about. They giggled uncontrollably when someone commented on Kenny's obvious erection, adding, "Boy, was he hard, and I'll bet I know where he wanted to put it!" 

Linda blushed profusely, looking very embarrassed, leading the other into gales of laughter, as Jenny, the quiet one, added, teasingly, "We know that! The only question is whether he succeeded!" 

Linda recovered sufficiently to say, with a 'don't ask more questions' smile, "Come on girls, you know that I'm a married woman! Let's go now. Kenny's waiting for breakfast." That ended the conversation, but all of it, even the last part, was very companionable, even conspiratorial, and very reassuring. Clearly the girls had a good idea of what had happened after they left, but they approved of everything she had done. 

So, when the little group joined Kenny for breakfast, the last vestiges of Linda's fears had evaporated and the world looked very bright. Making things even better, when the day's agenda was laid out, the reaction was just what Linda had hoped. "Ok, kids, today, as you know, we're going to the National Gallery, which probably will take all morning. If we've seen everything we want to, we can look around that area for a while. Then, we'll come back here after lunch by 2:00 PM, and then, I have a surprise for you. You all, with Kenny lukewarm agreement, wanted to see the stores and do some shopping. Well, I've arranged with the concierge for us to take the hotel airport shuttle to the big shopping center at Tyson Corners. They'll let us off there on the way to the air field, and another shuttle, coming back from taking passengers, will pick us up around 8:00, getting us back here in time for the nighttime tour of Washington. How does that plan suit you?" Needless to say, the plan was endorsed with enthusiasm, including several hugs. 

The day went wonderfully, the students enraptured by the beautiful building and paintings of the National Gallery. While the girls (and Kenny when they were together) still addressed her as "Mrs. Kramer," they actually treated her as one of themselves, kidding and teasing her exactly as they did each other. It was a clear sign of acceptance, and Linda really enjoyed the intimacy of the give and take, doing some teasing of her own in return. They really enjoyed the Gallery, and, without incident, they returned to the hotel in plenty of time to catch the shuttle, arriving at Tyson Corners around 3:00, giving them almost five hours before their scheduled return. As they entered, Linda stopped them and gave instructions. "Notice where we are now. This is the Hecht's entrance where the tour buses and shuttles stop. This is a big mall, just a little bit bigger than anything we have in Lynwood. They have Lord and Taylor, Nordstrom's, Bloomindales and hundreds more, so there is no way we all want to shop at the same places. We'll separate, but don't get lost. Let's plan to meet at the food court around six and we'll go from there." The group started out together, losing Kenny to a computer store while the others hung together as they looked, mostly, at clothes. There was, of course, nothing remotely like this near Lynwood, so the stores fascinated them, with the group breaking up as they saw new things of interest. 

Angela and Judy went together, stopping at a costume jewelry store where Angela looked over a case full of monogram letters on. Selecting one she liked, she glanced over the rest -- and began to giggle softly as she gestured for Judy to join her. "Look! I think that I should buy for Mrs. Kramer!" 

Judy's instant response was, "Oh, you wouldn't dare! That would be too much! It would be funny, though!" 

Still, overcome with laughter, Angela did buy it, having the item wrapped as a gift. Meeting the others women at the food court (Kenny had already eaten and left), Angela presented the present to Linda, holding her hand over her mouth to suppress her giggles. Looking askance at the package, anticipating a practical joke, Linda opened the package as everyone else watched closely, expecting the same thing. Seeing the store name on the box, she thought for a moment that she had misjudged Angela, the clown of the group. As the lid came off, however, she flushed as she saw, nestled in cotton, a monogram pin in Angela's letter. It wasn't large, only about one inch tall, or ostentatious, but it was the letter "A" in bright red -- a scarlet letter! 

"Oh my god," went Jenny, a sentiment echoed by Beth, while Angela's giggled could no longer be controlled. 

Almost unable to get the words out, she gasped, "If you don't want to wear it, I'll take it back for me, it's my monogram, but it seemed so fitting!" 

Linda's face was as red as the pin, but, since she didn't immediately show anger or signs of being too upset, the others finally joined Angela in gales of laughter. Linda was stunned at first, totally numb as she had no idea how to react, but, the laughter was infectious and, soon, she was able to see the humor in the situation. It was a great practical joke and, more than anything else they could have done, the girls showed that not only did they not disapprove of her adultery, they thought that it was to be expected in the circumstances. In fact, their joking about it proved that they also did not consider it to be a big deal -- and that they did consider themselves to be close enough to her that they could kid about it. Finally, she was able to control her embarrassment enough to smile and, with mock seriousness, say, "Angela, when I get you back to school, you're in real trouble!" The chuckling from the others showed their appreciation of her good sportsmanship. 

Angela put on a dejected face, saying meekly, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Kramer. I didn't mean to insult you. Please don't punish me!" Then, grinning, "I'll take it back if you don't like it." 

Linda had the funniest conflict of emotions running through her. Obviously, she was inclined, on one hand, to maintain at least the semblance of innocence and laughingly decline the graphic admission of guilt. On the other hand, she was surprised to discover that, in a way, she wanted to admit her adultery to these friends, friends who obviously knew (or guessed) anyway, to share the experience with them. Somehow, it was sort of exciting to have others know of her indiscretion. After a moment of introspection and soul-searching, the latter position won out. Blushing furiously as she spoke, she said, "Oh no you don't! You gave it to me and I'm going to wear it! I earned it and I'm going to keep it!" Proudly, she took the pin and fastened it to her blouse, right over her left breast." There, how does that look?" 

The girls stared at her, goggle-eyed, for a moment, having their strong suspicions confirmed -- then, Angela reached over and hugged her, the others quickly coming around to do the same thing. Comments flowed like water, all supportive, all surprised that it actually had happened. It's one thing to suspect, to be almost certain, but another to have a woman admits such an act, and the exclamations came from all directions. "Wow, so you did do it! We thought that you probably had, but we weren't certain. Wow!" "Boy that was Kenny's lucky day!" "My god, you must have been hot!" "We hoped you had done it!" Their faces shining, their voices bubbling, the girls were ecstatic to be part of her secret and wildly curious about any details she would give them. 

"Ok, girls, I'll tell you, although there isn't actually much to tell. You had Kenny and me so excited -- you, Angela, you troublemaker, putting his hand on my boob and between my legs, for heaven's sake -- that we were on the bed almost before you were out of the room. Neither of us even thought of what we were doing until it was over....and then the shock came! I'd never done anything like that in my life before, and you four were largely responsible. You really set me up for it....but I'm glad you did....as long as no one ever finds out about it! I just can't believe how excited I was last night from the time we left for the theatre until Kenny had me! There, that's the whole story....now you know!" She looked around at the awe-struck girls, their mouths 

gaping open as they listened, not knowing what, if anything, to say. Suddenly, when it was obvious that the dam about to burst and she was going to be inundated with questions, she said, "Look, girls, we don't have much more time here. Why don't you go on and finish your shopping and, maybe, we can talk about this later if you want to. And, Angela, thank you the pin! I'll wear it with pride while we're here!" 

Reluctantly, wanting to hear more, to dissect everything that had happened between her and Kenny, the girls did as she suggested and hurried off, still talking excitedly to each other as they went. Jenny and Beth went with Linda toward Lord and Taylor's while Judy and Angela headed off to Nordstrom's. As they left, Linda warned them all one last time, "Remember, be at the Hecht's entrance as no later than ten minutes till eight. We have to get back for the tour!" 

At a quarter to eight, Beth, Jenny and Linda were sitting outside the Hecht entrance, watching a tour bus unload a horde of shoppers, as Kenny came up. Looking at their shopping bags, he said, facetiously, "I hope the bus home isn't crowded...you'll never get on." 

A typical male, he noticed nothing new about Linda, so Jenny, with a knowing grin, asked, "Do you see Mrs. Kramer wearing anything different?" 

Looking more closely, he, at first, didn't see anything, but suddenly he focused on the new pin. His first reaction was not what was expected, as he said, "Looks nice, but that should belong to Angela, it's not your initial. Why are you wearing it?" 

Needless to say, Linda's face again matched the color of the red A, and, as she sputtered to find a non-embarrassing answer, Jenny, giggling, said, "That's her scarlet letter from last night!" 

Kenny failed to make the connection at first, but suddenly saw the light. As might be expected, he was startled, knowing of her fears of that morning, and didn't know just how to respond. 

Linda saved him from worrying by saying, "Oh, Kenny, they knew anyway! They won't admit it, but I think that they deliberately set us up to do what we did! Angela gave me this, and, damn it, I decided to wear it! "

There are few men, and probably fewer teenagers who would be unhappy having his friends know that he had bedded an attractive woman, and Kenny was no different. In fact, Kenny was pleased to have the girls know that he had screwed Mrs. Kramer, but, when he looked at Beth, it was with a mixture of chagrin and embarrassment, sensing that her enthusiasm was less than it appeared. Accepting the fait acompli, however, he acknowledged their awareness with aplomb and sardonically said, "The pin looks nice on you, but I don't think that you should wear it back home! Say, does that mean that I have to wear a hair shirt?"



The Senior Trip Ch. 08



All four were in good humor, the sexual conversation adding to their enjoyment at having visited something that was foreign to Lynwood, a shopping center, and looking forward to the evening tour. That good humor, however, began to wear thin as 8:00 approached and Judy and Angela still had not arrived. Eight o'clock arrived and, several minutes later, so did the shuttle -- but no girls. After five more minutes, the driver was forced to leave, having a schedule to meet and other passengers who had appointments. Then, finally, at 8:15, the girls came running up, Angela panting harshly from hurrying, Judy with tears flooding freely down her cheeks. "Oh, we're so sorry! We were in Nordstrom's and made the wrong turn and ended up at Penny's! We've been all over the place! Did we miss the shuttle?" 

They received a frosty reception, the others having carefully arranged to get to the proper entrance on schedule, the good humor of earlier lost through their latest mishap. The immediate problem, of course, was getting back to the hotel. A call to the concierge, who seemed to work very long hours, led, ultimately, to their being picked up by another hotel's van and dropped off -- ten minutes after the night tour left! If Judy and Angela felt chilly before, they were quick-frozen now! Oddly enough, the most forgiving one was Linda, herself. She felt very sorry for the two girls, knowing how awful they felt, but the other three were adamant in demonstrating their displeasure. It's one of those peculiarities of most people that transgressions by outsiders 

frequently are met with fortitude, and apologies are met with (perhaps grudging) acceptance. On the other hand, very close friends and family find that their failures often are met with condemnation, the person hurt feeling freer to express their anger. This certainly was the case here. 

They all went up to the suite and sat around the common room, the air full of tension, the two girls still apologizing, but becoming more truculent themselves at the continual abuse. Despite Linda's endeavors, the atmosphere became more strained, until, finally, Kenny landed a bombshell, saying, "Mrs. Kramer, you said that anyone who was late or not at the right place would be spanked. Well, they certainly were late and they ruined the evening, so it's up to you to punish them!" Beth and Jenny immediately jumped in, demanding that she do what she threatened. Needless to say, Judy and Angela were appalled at the suggestion, and Linda was at a total loss. 

"Come on, kids! You know I was joking! I certainly never meant to spank anybody -- you're all too old for that!" 

As she made the last statement, she blushed a bright red, thinking that she, herself, had not been too old, as Kenny well knew. Still, she was stuck. The three insisted that the two should be disciplined and, oddly enough, Judy finally said, "Look, we were wrong and we've apologized. However, I agree that Mrs. Kramer set the penalty, and if the only thing that will satisfy you is to have us punished, well, I guess I can stand it. I don't want this to drag on and spoil the rest of our trip." Very reluctantly, Angela accepted her concession, and it was agreed that both girls would be spanked by Mrs. Kramer, twenty spanks for each girl. Reluctantly, she agreed to administer the spanking, and headed into her bedroom, anticipating that it would take place there in private. 

However, the other three were not going to let them off that easily, suspecting that the "punishment" delivered out of their sight would be minimal, at best. "Do it out here," demanded Beth. "We want to watch!" Whether her interest was merely nothing more than seeing justice done or, actually, prurient, didn't matter, for the others agreed. 

So, shortly afterwards, Angela was selected to go first, but, as she prepared to lay over Linda's lap, Beth, the self-selected arbiter of spanking decorum, stopped her, saying, "Come on, Angela, not over your jeans! You wouldn't feel a thing. We want this on your bare bottom!" 

As might be imagined, that demand was nearly too much. Angela, shocked, almost screamed, "You've got to be kidding! I'm certainly not going to do that, particularly with Kenny here!" 

The argument went back and forth until, finally, Judy succumbed, declaring, "Damn it, I think that it's unfair, but let's get it over with. Come on, Angela, Kenny was here last night, so what difference does it make if he sees us again." Then, almost yelling, "Let's just get it over with!" With that concession, Angela's resolve gave way, and very reluctantly, she unfastened her jeans and lowered them and her panties around her thighs and lay over Linda's lap. 

It's amazing how the same act can be fun one time and horrifyingly humiliating another. Angela was almost always the ringleader and troublemaker of the four girls and had led the girls in exposing themselves the previous night, enjoying every minute of the evening. Now, showing the same parts of her anatomy to the same people embarrassed» her almost beyond belief. Actually, lying there on her stomach, she was, at the moment, showing no more than she had last night, but she was almost in tears as she lay there. With her feet reaching toward the "audience," only her naked hips and legs could be seen, not her cunt, but she felt more exposed. Somehow, the position seemed shameful and demeaning, being punished like a little girl in front of her friends. However, she looked nothing like a little girl in that position. 

There is almost always something sensual in seeing a woman placed, bare bottomed, in position to be spanked, and this case was no different. Angela was short and slightly plump, 

characteristics that caused her upturned behind to look round and full. It was like two fleshy pillows squeezed together, creating a deep channel between them, a channel that segued into a slit between two prominent cunt lips, both covered with a thick mat of curly, dark hair. The entire bottom was a pleasure to look upon: tight, soft, pink skin covering the firm flesh beneath, just begging to be smoothed and caressed and, maybe, fondled. 

Linda had anticipated taking the two girls into the other room and, as the others suspected, do a pro forma spanking, noise but no pain. In addition, she, somehow. had assumed that both girls were just that, girls. Looking down now, it was obvious that this was no adolescent bottom, bony and angular, but, instead, a woman's curvy ass. In addition, the fact that Angela was a woman was made manifest by that mass of dark pubic hair covering her cunt. Lightly resting her hand on one buttock, she felt a tingle in her own cunt caused by both the visual and tactile stimulation. Like all women in that position, anticipating a spanking, Angela's ass cheeks and thighs were tightly clamped together, both to hide the secret areas between, and to, perhaps, mitigate the blows to come. Under Linda's hand, the taut muscles felt like firm foam rubber, resilient and springy. A bit embarrassed to see her hand resting where it was, she finally, at the urging of the others, began the spanking. 

The first blow was more of a slap than a whack, more noise than power, but as the spanking continued, both the noise and the impact became greater. Linda had never actually spanked anyone before, certainly never an adult (or almost adult). Yes, she had, technically, spanked her sons, but only when they were very young, and, then, only a quick smack on their bottoms through their clothes. Consequently, this was a totally new experience for her, and she discovered (without really realizing it, certainly not articulating it in her mind) two things about spanking. First, spanking someone, particularly an attractive woman, is exciting in the sense of having power, of domination, over the "spankee." In this case, she suddenly found that she actually enjoyed the feel of her hand slapping against the firm, resilient ass before her. As her hand rose up and down and Angela responded by yelping or moaning, she felt a strong urge to hit harder to elicit more reaction. Oddly enough, there was no sadism, no desire to actually hurt Angela, just a desire to continue that feeling of mastery. It started slap...."ouch".... slap.... "ooh".... slap, but quickly became slap...."Ouch!....slap...."Oow!....slap....."Oh, that hurts!".... slap...."Ooooh!" 

As Kenny had learned (again, without realizing it), spanking someone is exciting and that desire to continue, to do it harder, is almost irresistible. He stopped spanking Linda only when, the first time, she rolled off of his lap, and, the other two times, when she completely surrendered. It was not a conscious decision, just the final achievement of complete domination and control. This situation was not, of course, quite the same, the spanking taking place in front of witnesses. The awareness of the others dampened that urge to continue, but, still, Linda was carried away in a similar manner, almost hypnotized by the regularity of her slapping. Fortunately, she was aware of the others counting the strokes ....slap ...."Ouch!... "Sixteen!".... slap "OW".... "Seventeen"....slap...."Ooh, that's enough!"...."Eighteen".... SLAP.... "OUCH!"...."Nineteen".... SLAP...."OOOOH"...."TWENTY." As the count mounted toward twenty, the slaps became harder, the cries more anguished -- and then it was finished. Linda was actually shocked as she forced herself to stop, shocked at the way she had lost herself in the spanking. 

There was, of course, that second thing that Linda discovered, unconsciously, about spanking a woman, particularly one with a bottom like Angela's. That is that not only does spanking give that delectable feeling of power, but it also is virtually an aphrodisiac. Whether it is the feel of the soft, resilient buttocks, the viewing of normally concealed openings, or just that having power is itself sexually exciting, the person doing the spanking virtually always becomes 

physically aroused, regardless of the cause of the spanking. If the spanker is a man, he almost inevitably will want to have sex with the woman. If the spanker is a woman spanking another woman, she may still want to have sex with her victim or she may just have a general, unfocused sexual desire that she can't pinpoint. That was the case with Linda. She was sexually aroused by the spanking but didn't really recognize the cause, not thinking that another woman, spanked or not, could excite her. 

For the observers, the spectacle presented to them by Linda and Angela had different impacts. The three instigators of the spanking were enthralled as it continued, getting vicarious pleasure from watching the action. All three were pleased to see a measure of revenge for their lost evening and were excited by the sensuous display as Angela twisted and turned to avoid the blows. She had quickly given up any effort to keep her bottom tensed and her legs together, and the revelation of her extensive pubic hair was titillating. This, of course, was particularly true for Kenny, being privileged to see Angela's cunt quite clearly several times. Since he was recording the event with his camera, he would have a permanent record for future edification. Linda would not be the only person exposed when he downloaded the pictures to his computer. 

While their reaction was about what might be expected, Judy's was surprising. While she usually went along with Angela's "flakiness," she was, by far, the most conservative and morally upright of the four girls, limiting dates to kisses and rarely, a feel of her breasts through her clothes. The previous evening, she was the only one reluctant to "give Kenny a thrill," giving in only under considerable peer pressure. The first time she reluctantly lifted her skirt, exposing her pubic hair, she was startled to feel a surge of sexual excitement flow through her. Later, when Linda was naked and the girls exposed themselves again for a picture, her skirt was raised highest of all! That night, in bed, she had been shocked at her unexpected reaction, and actually had masturbated as she pictured herself baring her cunt for the picture. When spanking was proposed, however, she never even thought of anything except the humiliation involved, not even worrying about the pain. However, she was absolutely stunned when a bare-bottom spanking was decreed, particularly with witnesses. Thus, when Angela lay over Linda's lap, it was the embarrassment, not the exposure that dominated her thoughts. That changed abruptly as she saw Angela's naked bottom, her ass, raised into the air, preparing for the spanking. Somehow, that made it much more real, excruciatingly so, since she knew that she was next! The spanking was bad enough in itself, but worse, she was shocked as she saw Angela's entire crotch exposed several times, mortified that her own cunt probably would be on show very soon unless she, somehow, could manage to keep her legs closed. 

As Angela's spanking ended, she struggled to her feet, standing with some difficulty, with her jeans and panties now down around her ankles. She just stood there, naked below the waist, seemingly lost, giving the others time to inspect both her very red bottom and her dark, curly triangle of hair in front. Suddenly becoming aware of her condition, she turned her back and quickly bent down and pulled up her panties and, then, her jeans. Unfortunately, in bending over like that, she graphically displayed both of those hidden openings, details immortalized as Kenny took her picture. Again, Judy was appalled and planned to remember not to bend over afterwards! 

That, of course, was her conscious thought, but her actions seemed to contradict that modest intention. Unlike Angela who was wearing tight jeans, she had on a pair of loose slacks. Loosening the button at the waist and pulling down the zipper, she just let them fall, stepping out of them, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She stood there, facing the girls and Kenny, wearing only her panties below the waist. Pausing for a moment, she turned her back on them, calmly slipped the panties off of her hips and down, removing them entirely. Then, without 

hesitation, she stretched out over Linda's knees, keeping her buttocks and thighs tightly clamped together. 

Judy was taller and thinner than Angela, so her hips were not as plump and rounded. Instead, they were lean and more muscular, but the skin was equally soft and pink and the curves were definitely feminine. The different muscle tone was quickly evident to Linda as she brought her hand down in a resounding slap. She still was in that state of enjoying the feeling of domination, and the first blow was considerably harder than Angela's beginning. Rather than bouncing and quivering, the mounds of Judy's ass gave reluctantly, hardly indenting at all, the slap leaving a crimson hand print on the silky skin. It certainly was a different sensation for Linda, no less pleasant, just different. As the hand rose and fell, Judy accepted the blows stoically, making no verbal complaint. Slap.....slap....slap....slap....and she just hung there. Somewhat provoked at this lack of reaction, Linda increased the power of her spanking hand, bringing it down with increased force, first on one ass cheek and then the other. Smack.... smack.....smack.... Finally, Judy's composure broke and the next smack was followed by a pained "ouch." More significantly, the tight control she had maintained on her buttocks and thighs gave way as she tried to twist away from the impact. 

For Judy, it was a time of crisis. She consciously had been protecting her modesty by squeezing her hips together, but warring against that "proper" behavior was her memory of the pleasure of displaying herself last night. As the spanking became harder, her instinctive moves to evade punishment began to take over, and her thinking stopped. At that point, her subconscious took over and she just reacted, doing what she really wanted to do -- relive the pleasures of the previous evening. It was like an out-of-body experience, knowing what she was doing, aware of what she was showing, but having no control over her actions. As Linda continued, the hard smack...was followed, now, by the typical cries and moans...."Ooh, ouch!"..... smack....."Oooh!" smack...."Ow!" However, while the moaning and wailing continued, the result of Judy's awareness of pain, her subconscious erotic drive went into action. 

By the seventh or eighth smack, her legs began to separate, revealing at first a hint of her cunt, and bit-by-bit, every detail. Her cunt lips were thickly lined with hair like Angela's, but that hair was light blond, seeming almost transparent, permitting the flesh to show through. As her legs opened, the cunt lips spread, clearly showing the pink inter-lips, shiny with lubrication. Even the cheeks of her ass separated, revealing the channel between, the pink, puckered anal opening visible. The spreading of her legs was not something she thought of doing -- she just did it! She had the weirdest mental condition, almost a form of schizophrenia: one part of her mind concentrated on the physical punishment being inflicted on her bottom, another part was overwhelmed with erotic excitement as she knowingly exhibited her "charms." Sexual heat surged through her body while another type of heat built up in her ass. 

As her display expanded, showing more and more, the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically. With Angela, the air was mostly jocular, counting the blows, speculating on how she was feeling, etc. Now, the room was quiet, the silence punctuated by the smacking noise and Judy's involuntary responses, but there was no talking. The three other girls had never seen another girl's cunt (or its neighbor) before, and were fascinated -- and shocked -- by seeing Judy's so clearly exposed. Even Angela, so recently the subject of the same spanking and intense scrutiny, couldn't take her eyes off of this new victim. Kenny, of course, had thoroughly explored Linda's anatomy, but this was only his second clear view of a cunt. For the girls, each felt an unexpected sexual thrill at seeing such a forbidden sight, and stared intently as the legs continued to spread. For Kenny, his cock was already painfully erect from seeing Angela, but he was completely enthralled by this new erotic spectacle. 

For Linda, in the middle of the exciting experience of spanking a second bottom, the sudden revelation of the most secret parts of Judy's body was a shock. She had, of course, seen most of what Angela had revealed, but this was different. From her position, she was directly above the center of Judy's ass, and, when the legs began to spread, her eyes automatically followed the cunt lips. She watched with fascination as the lips opened, little-by-little, as the legs spread. She continued the spanking, her hand on cruise control with no conscious direction, hitting the cheeks alternately. The spanking, itself, had already aroused her, the tingles in her own cunt being almost continuous, but this new stimulation sent the temperature between her legs soaring. Her eyes were fixed on the increasing revelations, but, fortunately, the eyes of the others were also glued to Judy, all concentrating on the same thing. 

Smack....."Oooh".....Smack....."Ooooh!" Finally, as the end approached, the others managed to get their thoughts together and start counting down -- although whether they had the right number might be questioned! Smack....."Ooow!".... "Sixteen"....smack.... "Oooooh!".... "Seventeen'....smack...."Oooow!"...."Eighteen!"....SMACK..... "OUCH"....."NINETEEN!" On the extremely hard smack at nineteen, Judy twisted wildly, her outer leg slipping off of Linda's knee, wedging her legs apart, spreading everything wide open. Even through the pain of the last blow, Judy knew that she had completely exposed herself, and concurrent surges of mortification and sexual excitement ran through her mind and body. One part of her mind said "gets your legs closed," while another said "open wider, let them see everything." The conflicting instructions left her in the same position as, SMACK....."Oooooooh, ouch!"....." TWENTY," came. 




The Senior Trip Ch. 08



It was over, but nobody moved. Judy lay there, spread open, the girls and Kenny stared, mesmerized at what could have been, but wasn't, a clinical depiction of a woman's sexual apparatus, vaginal and anal. For Linda, the excitement of the spanking, itself, was tremendous, but now, as she looked down, her eyes focused on Judy's open cunt and asshole, every detail crystal clear from no more than eighteen inches away. Her hand still rested on the ass, cupping the buttock nearest her, her fingers actually in the crease, almost touching the opening. Then, as Judy slowly came to herself and raised up, she moved directly into contact with Linda's fingers, and, as she got up, those fingers slid down the division of her bottom, touching both the asshole and cunt. It was a fleeting contact, but both Judy and Linda were well aware of the fingers, and felt an amazing escalation of their sexual excitement. 

That contact was broken as Judy shakily stood up, facing Linda with her back toward the audience. Comments such as, "Boy, is that red!" "Wow, did you see that," came from the girls, while Kenny was too astounded to talk. Listening to them, still in the sexual stupor that had dominated her, Judy did what she had told herself not to do -- she bent over. Even more, this was not a normal, quick, bent picking something off of the floor. With her feet well apart, she bent from the waist and slowly reached for her panties. Unlike Angela's momentary display in that position, she paused for close to thirty seconds, deliberately presenting her ass and crotch for their observation. All talk stopped as they gaped at her cunt and ass, stunned at the display. Finally, the panties in her hand, she straightened up and turned to face then, nude from the waist down. As she looked at their dazed faces, her sexual high evaporated like fog on a summer day, and the feeling of humiliation and mortification, as well as the pain, flooded in, inundating her. Brought back abruptly to the real world, faced with what she had just done, she burst into tears. 

Instantly contrite, Linda turned her around and, consoling, embraced her. Judy sobbed against her shoulder while her friends hurried over to offer sympathy in what became a group hug. It took a while, but ultimately the tears stopped and the sincere warmth and compassion from everyone permitted Judy to see things brighter again, even to accept the good-natured kidding that always passed among them. She even managed to let them talk her into displaying what was really a very red behind. Standing there among them, still naked below the waist, she, to her own shocked realization, was quite at ease. Then, without any sense of embarrassment that would have immobilized her an hour ago, she calmly stepped into her panties and pulled on her slacks, talking calmly as she did so. The session was concluded when she asked, playfully, with a moue, "Have we been punished enough yet?" 

Kenny spoke for the group, saying, "You certainly have, both of you. For a show like that, you can be late anytime!" (That night, in bed, she had moments when the shock of what she had done sent waves of horror through her, but mostly she remembered the experience with sexual excitement, recalling the drug-like high that suffused her as she displayed herself. She masturbated to orgasm three times before falling asleep!)



The Senior Trip Ch. 09



SENIOR TRIP 9 (of 12)

Linda was still filled with unexpected sexual excitement, aroused by the spanking, the unbelievable intimacy of what she had seen, and, certainly not least, by the brief physical contact with Judy's nether and rear "charms." However, with these "incidental" activities out of the way, she was able to focus on their plans for the next day. Actually, she became quite excited in a different way as she sprang a pleasant surprise on the kids. "Tomorrow morning, we are going to do something I've been looking forward to all week! We are going to the zoo and see the pandas!" There was an immediate uproar as soon as she spoke, the others practically dancing at the news. Once again, she was the recipient of numerous hugs, even from Kenny who was not given to such displays. When the hubbub finally died down, Linda went on, "We'll probably be there most of the day and, when we're ready, we'll go downtown for a last look around. Then, if things work out, we'll still get that night tour of the city. The concierge thinks that there should be no trouble using tonight's tickets."

That news also brought forth cries of joy -- except from Angela and Judy who pretended rage at the idea that they had received serious punishment when their lateness really hadn't caused any real damage to the others. "I think that we should get to spank Mrs. Kramer for not telling us about this before we were spanked! She wasn't fair to us!" Fortunately for Linda, they were kidding, for the idea had some appeal to the others, picturing what she would look like in Judy's position. In any case, shortly thereafter, the four girls left for their rooms, leaving Linda and Kenny alone.

As might be surmised, within a very short time, the two of them were engaged in an energetic bout of fucking. Kenny's cock had never lost its hardness from watching the spanking and sex show, and, of course, Linda had endured so many erotic thrills that she was approaching orgasm as Kenny entered. Consequently, the screwing was vigorous and short, their climaxes coming very quickly -- but their sexual passion was not satisfied, the fires only subsiding for a brief rest. They talked of what they had seen, particularly Judy's performance, speculating as to whether her exposure was inadvertent or deliberate. Linda even told him of touching Judy intimately and how it excited her. That conversation fueled the flames again, and they prepared for another bout. However, as Linda rolled onto her back and raised her legs, Kenny stopped her, saying "I want to try something different." He had her put her legs back down and, taking her by the shoulder, he turned her over on her stomach. Reaching over to the bedside table, he picked up a small tube, explaining, "I bought this at a drugstore at the mall."

Removing the lid of the tube, he squeezed a glob of the contents onto his finger and told her, spread your legs now and reaches back and hold yourself open." Linda, puzzled, did as he asked, startled enough by his request not ask questions, pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her anus. Kenny put his finger directly on her asshole and gently inserted it inside, liberally spreading a lubricant in and around the opening. Suddenly, the light dawned and she realized

what were his intentions. "Oh, Kenny, no! I can't do that! Come on, fuck me again the regular way!"

Not to be deterred, Kenny simply said, "Yes you can! Look, we both know that you really love being played with back here. I've had my fingers all the way in you almost every time lately. There's nothing wrong with anal intercourse -- even the marriage manuals say that it's an acceptable alternative to regular screwing. Here, doesn't this feel good?" With that, he slipped his finger deep into her anal passage and moved it in and out, causing an involuntary matching movement with her hips. "See, it feels good and doesn't hurt!"

"Kenny, I just don't think we should. In any case, you cock is a lot thicker than your finger, and probably won't go in, not without hurting, anyway!" He noticed her movement form a moral to a practical problem and proceeded as if she had agreed to try. "Raise up," he said, sliding a pillow under her stomach and, then, moving between her spread legs. Squeezing out more of the lubricant, he coated his cock and leaned forward. "Now, pull yourself open so I can see your asshole." Not put off by his language at that point, Linda did as she was instructed, opening herself to his penetration. He placed the head of his cock at the opening, pushed gently forward, and with no real effort, slid past her sphincter and into her ass. Once the head was in, he paused to let her get used to the intrusion, and then began gently pushing in, pulling out part way, and going back in a little further. Bit-by-bit, he got in deeper, stretching the passageway slowly. To Kenny, the feeling was like entering a very tight cunt that gradually opened wider as he progressed. The tightness of the sphincter around his cock was a continual stimulus, as was the tight sheathe he was penetrating. In an inch, out one-half inch, back in an inch and one-half, back out an inch.....until, finally, his stomach and pubic hair was tight against her ass, his balls against her cunt. At that point, ecstatic that he was completely in, he ground his pelvis hard against her, pushing as deeply as possible.

For Linda, it was, of course, a very peculiar sensation. When the head of his cock slipped past the sphincter, her anal muscles involuntarily tightened, squeezing the cock and effectively stopping any further easy entry. Committed to letting him enter, though, she almost immediately forced herself to relax those muscles, and the slow progression began. At first, she just lay there, letting him use her ass, feeling, without any great excitement, the probing alternating with withdrawal that permitted him to go deeper and deeper. She waited for it to hurt, but there was no particular discomfort, just a feeling of being stuffed, of being filled, of being stretched. However, as the fear of pain ebbed and he continued the in and out motion, the feeling of being screwed in a perverse way began to have an effect and she began to react more positively. At first, she wasn't actually thinking so much of this being a sex act, being more concerned about that possible pain and trying to accommodate herself to this unique entry. Actually, she wasn't thinking at all, her mind a mélange of muddled images without focus. Suddenly, she felt Kenny's pelvis and stomach come tight against her bottom, grinding against her and forcing himself completely into her ass. At that point, a thought flashed across her mind, sharply clearing away the muddle, "My god, I'm being buggered....sodomized! He's all the way in my bottom.....my god, I don't believe it!" Somehow, thinking coherently about what was happening, and putting a name, to it made it a great deal more real -- and more exciting! With that thought coursing through her head, her body reacted by a sudden jerk upward, causing Kenny hesitate and ask, "Is it hurting? Shall I go slower?"

"No.....no...it doesn't hurt, it just feels....different....I don't know, just different." Despite his sexual excitement which dominated his thinking, Kenny laughingly replied, "Of course it feels different! I'm fucking your ass, not your cunt!" Then, hopefully, "Does it feel good? Do you like it?" As he asked, he began a slow in and out motion, almost withdrawing completely and then going in the whole way. This slow fucking began sending shivers of pleasure through her, augmented by her obvious awareness that this was an "unnatural" pleasure."

"Yes, it does feel good, but it shouldn't! You're....you're.....buggering me!"

"No, Linda, I'm fucking your ass! I'm ass-fucking you!"

"Oh, Kenny! Don't say it that way.....it sounds awful!" Even as she spoke, Linda was well aware of a secret thrill that went through her as he said it. It's well known that in the throes of sexual excitement, women (and men, of course) revel in coarse or obscene language that they never would use in regular conversations. This certainly had applied to Linda earlier in their affair (using the word "fucking," for example) and definitely was the case here -- as her involuntary jerking upward against Kenny showed. Consequently, taking her physical reaction as a hint, Kenny forced the issue.

"Yes, Linda, I'm ass-fucking you. My cock is in your asshole! Come on, honey, say it!"

"1 can't! Please don't make me say that, Kenny....I'd be horribly embarrassed!" Kenny continued the slow fucking, saying nothing, putting pressure on her by just being silent. The tempo gradually built up, and, as it did, she began lightly grunting, "uhh, uhh, uhh," matching his rhythm. As her excitement mounted, she gave in, gasping out, "Yes, you're fucking my ass....you're fucking my ass.....you're ass-fucking me," the emphasis growing with the vigor of his movements. She continued forcing out the words, stimulated not only by the sex act, but by the words, themselves.

Kenny, his own arousal growing exponentially, pushed for more, panting from his efforts, he asked, "Where? Where is my cock?"

Without even hesitating, Linda replied with words that in other circumstances never could have crossed her lips: "You're cock is up my ass! It's in my asshole! You're cock is in my asshole and you're ass-fucking me! I'm being buggered!" She rambled on, gasping out the words that became unintelligible as her passion mounted even higher. This was unlike a cunt- fucking because of her face-down position. However, in some way the very subservience of that position augmented the physical pleasure she was receiving from the cock driving in and out of her rectum. She was serving more as a receptacle, letting him use her ass for his satisfaction, her movements limited to raising her hips to help his more and more forceful plunges into her. Still, even that sense of being used, of being a sex object, added perversely to the appeal and excitement of her first ass-fucking. She was never able to describe, even to herself, what was that appeal, but the psychological element of abasing herself was probably as great as the physical attraction.

Still, when the climax approached, it was the physical element that predominated. Kenny was almost out of control, his cock sliding in and out now with no impediment, the sheathe stretched to accommodate its size. For him, also, the psychological element was strong. He couldn't see her face, only her back, making her more of a useful commodity rather than a person. This, of course, is why women normally do not like the rear entry position even when their cunts are screwed: they feel more like an object, like a cow mounted by a bull, than a valued partner. Still, as said before, on occasion, women do like that inferior position and even relish the role of servant. Regardless, the end result was inevitable and soon, Kenny's motions became more and more abrupt, jerking hard against her, until finally, he ground the base of his cock against her ass as if he were trying to get even deeper inside, and jetted cum deep into her anal passage. He stayed there, tight against her, jerkin upwards, expelling every drop of semen, and, then, collapsed over her back.

For Linda, the orgasm was quite different from that in her cunt. It was more of a continual surge of pleasure than the sudden, dynamic explosion of a clitoral or vaginal clmax. Still, it left her panting and satisfied and with a very peculiar feeling in her ass. Even after he pulled his cock out, it felt as if something was still inside, as if a phantom cock still filled her. From Kenny's view, as he looked down at hips as he pulled back, her asshole still was a quarter- sized dark opening to a passage going deep into her body, a hole that slowly closed, the sphincter gradually returning to its tight, puckered normal condition. Linda was, of course, unaware of his scrutiny or, fortunately, of the condition of her anal opening, but as Kenny gently rolled her over and removed the pillow; she had a hard time looking at him. For the first time in their brief affair, she was actually embarrassed, both about what had been done to her and, flushing as she remembered, what she had said. She attempted to hide her face in the pillow, causing Kenny to be concerned.

Pulling the pillow away, he asked, "What's wrong, Linda? Didn't you like it....did it hurt?"

Blushing profusely, not knowing quite what to say, she finally weakly explained, "Oh, no Kenny, it didn't hurt at all and," turning away again, "it felt very good....but...but I feel....funny, I guess, about it. I've never even thought of doing that before, and I just feel funny about it. And...and....saying things like that! I can't believe that I said those things!"

"What things?"

"You know what things! And I'm not saying them again!"

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, she found herself face down again with Kenny's hand poised over her defenseless bottom. "Well, Angela and Judy had their asses spanked tonight, so we might as well do yours too! However, after just fucking it, I hate to punish it because you're so shy!" He emphasized his point with a vigorous slap.

"Ouch! Please, Kenny, no! Don't make me say those things.....I'm embarrassed enough now!"

"You have no reason to be embarrassed! Now, come on!" Again, his command was emphasized, this time by slap, slap, one on each buttock.

"Oh, I can't! " Slap, slap, slap. "Ow! That hurts! Oh, damn it, you fucked my ass! You ass-fucked me! There!"

"One more."

Oh, god, ok.....you put your cock into my asshole and fucked me! You buggered me, you ass-fucked me, you fucked my asshole!" Linda wouldn't admit it to Kenny, but she found herself enjoying being forced to say those things, and when he turned her back over she made a playful grimace, saying impishly, "You want to completely corrupt me, don't you! Well, you certainly have done a good job of it!" Then, more seriously, "You know, when we left Lynwood I'd never done anything like this. In four nights you've spanked me, had me every way possible, made me say things I never even thought of, much less said....gods, it's a good thing we're going home soon! I don't know what you....or the girls....would have me doing if we stayed longer!"

I'll bet you'll miss this when you do get home, though."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're right. Certainly my husband would never dream of....of...fucking my asshole! See, I'm already corrupted! Now, if I'm sufficiently debauched for one night, we'd better get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow!"

The following day was delightful. Linda was actually wearing her scarlet letter pin, delighting the girls and sending a sort of companionable sexual excitement through all of them. It was fun, all six of them sharing such a big secret! That, however, was only an early highlight to the start of a fascinating day. They arrived at the zoo and hurried to the panda area just in time to see them come out for the day. For over an hour they stood there watching the antics of the two animals, rolling around together, climbing trees, holding bamboo in their paws, etc. Finally, they left and toured the rest of the zoo, another of the many amenities they did not have in Lynwood. The animals were fascinating, of course, and they saw all of them, ending up, again, at the panda exhibition. They were there most of the day, leaving some time for another visit to the Smithsonian, a place in which they could have spent the entire five days. They separated there, permitting each to explore what they found to be most interesting. However, everyone returned to the meeting place well ahead of the appointed time -- not surprising alter the previous night! Thus, they had dinner and were in plenty of time for their delayed night time tour of Washington. The city was beautiful, the lights limning the monuments and White House, giving a completely different perspective from the day time views. They returned to the hotel, talked for a while, and then the girls went to their rooms to pack.

Linda and Kenny undressed as soon as the girls left, ready for their last night together, a thought that sobered both of them. As said before, this was not, by any means, a love affair, but in the last few days, their relationship certainly had become much more affectionate. Their different ages and positions had faded into insignificance and they were just two people rather than teacher and student. Consequently, there was a sentimental element as they lowered the lights and prepared for sex, knowing that the relationship would be very different back in Lynwood. After only a small amount of foreplay, Kenny got between Linda's raised legs, entered her, and began the age-old motions of screwing. At first, there was little fire, far less heat than was normal when they were in bed, but, gradually, the in-and-out speeded up as passions built. Linda head was sideways, her eyes almost shut as she was increasingly lost in the throes of that passion. Suddenly, her concentration broken by a strange sound, her eyes flew open and she saw a vague figure standing in the doorway. She screamed, "Kenny, someone is over there!"



The Senior Trip Ch. 10



SENIOR TRIP 10 (of 12)

Startled, Kenny jerked his cock from her cunt and whirled off of the bed just in time to see the intruder turn and run for the door. Without pause, he followed the ghostly figure, overtaking it just as it tried to open the outer door. Grasping the person's arm, he dragged her (as it turned out) back into the bedroom and turned on the light. "Beth! what the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?"

It was a peculiar tableau, both Kenny and Linda completely naked (although Linda futilely tried to cover herself with the sheet) and Beth, dressed in a short, white robe and slippers. Beth's face was pure white, both from the shock of, first, seeing her boyfriend screwing her teacher, and second, from being caught spying and dragged back to face them. Stunned, she at first couldn't find her voice, but then, defiantly, she burst out with, "I was watching you fuck Mrs. Kramer, that's what I was doing, damn it!"

Kenny's reaction was immediate, not waiting for further explanation. Five days ago, the thought of punishing a woman by spanking her would not have occurred to him, but the experience first with Linda and then the girls last night, it was almost automatic. He still held Beth by the arm, and with little effort, pulled down on her robe, causing it to fall down her arms onto the floor, leaving her standing, momentarily, in a shortie nightgown, buttoned up the front and barely covering her pantyless buttocks. He sat back on the bed, dragged her over his lap and, sweeping the tail of the nightgown aside, he began to give her a furious spanking. While he didn't think it out, his action fit the circumstances. He was enraged by her appearance, the anger flowing partly from being interrupted in the act of screwing and her insolent attitude but, at least as much, from fear and confusion. He was shocked by her unexplained appearance and really upset by what her presence would mean. What would she do what would she say? What did it mean for Linda'? His mind was a confused mess and physical punishment, rather than reasoned discourse, was the automatic reaction.

Linda, of course, was horrified and the thoughts that ran through her mind were too fleeting to catalog. She was, of course, horribly embarrassed, caught in the very act of adultery, a girl, her student, seeing her with a cock buried in her cunt. The nightmare fears that had been suspended since yesterday morning surfaced again, more menacing than ever. That headline that had terrified her in her dream changed to Teacher Caught in the Act in Sex Scandal. Actually, there was no coherent thought, just a stream of horrible scenarios flashing through her mind as she lay there, almost cataleptic, waiting for whatever happened next. She became aware that something was happening when she heard the sharp smack of Kenny's hand hitting Beth's bottom. Brought back to reality by the sound, she sat up, ignoring the sheet falling from her breasts, and watched the walloping and listened to Beth's shrieks.

Beth was draped over Kenny's knees, writhing and twisting as she tried, with no success, to get free. As the first blow came, she let out a resounding "Ouch! Stop it, let me up!" Her demands, of course, had no more effect than had Linda's a few days before. As with those spankings, the smacks were interspersed with cries of pain, commands, warnings of dire consequences and, occasionally, swear words. Smack....shriek..... smack....."Oww!" "Stop It".... smack....."Ooh, it hurts, don't!"....smack....."Ouch! I'll get you for this!"....smack....."Damn it, quit it!".....smack.....smack.....smack..... The blows continued to rain down, first on one cheek, then on the other. These were not tentative, pro forma spanks, but real, serious punishment. Beth's ass began to take on the look of being very badly sunburned, and the pain pyramided, became excruciating as the same areas were pounded time after time. Gradually, the screeching segued into wailing and moaning and demands and threats became pleas.

At first, Linda sat huddled against herself at the head of the bed, but, as the spanking went on, a funny thing happened. Her first horrified fear began to wane, or at least, to move to \the back burner, she began to feel a tingle in her cunt, just as she had the previous night when the girls were spanked. She had been well aroused as the screwing had progressed and, as the first terror subsided, that arousal began to return with this new stimulation. Without thinking or planning, she roused herself and moved to the bottom of the bed, sitting where Beth's feet were kicking up and down. Her eyes were drawn upward to where Kenny's hand was still belaboring the reddened ass, and, again without any organized intent, focused on the exposed cunt. She found herself comparing the luxuriant growth of dark hair exhibited by Angela and the sparsely covered cunt lips displayed by Beth. As the night before, she felt a tingle in her own cunt as she watched Beth's legs open and close as she struggled.

The end came quickly, as it usually does when a woman reaches the end of her resources and her defiance fades. Smack...."Oh, please Kenny, stop!".... smack.... Kenny, please! I didn't

intend to spy on you!"...smack ......"I came up to be with you!" That statement finally got Kenny's attention. Crying profusely, partly from the spanking, but in large part from shock and disappointment, Beth gasped out, "We were supposed to try and find a place to be alone....and you didn't even try! I took the key off of the table so I could sneak up here and surprise you. And I found you.....screwing her! She...she...told us that you had made her last night, and I....I didn't...didn't mind that so much, but ....I....I didn't think that you would be doing it again! And...and...I saw you doing it!" Her tears flowed even more copiously as she wailed out that last statement.

Thunderstruck, Kenny lifted her to her feet and hugged her close, saying, "You should have told me. You never said anything and I thought you didn't want to do anything now." Actually, of course, Kenny had been so busy with Linda that he'd had little time to think of sex with Beth despite his original plans for the time in Washington. As they stood there, tight against each other, he quickly became aware that her nightgown had become unbuttoned in the struggle and that she was naked in front against him. For a full minute or more, they stood, both now feeling a thrill from the intimate contact, something they had never enjoyed before. Beth could feel his cock hard against her stomach and a surge of excitement surged through her, momentarily causing her to forget the circumstances.

Suddenly, however, she saw Linda out of the corner of her eye, and was brought back to earth. Turning from Kenny, tears starting again, this time of remorse, she reached for Linda, threw her arms around her and cried, "Oh. Mrs. Kramer, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

Linda felt tears of compassion in her own eyes as she replied, "Don't apologize, dear. It must have been an awful shock for you too, seeing us together! Things just happened between Kenny and me, and it certainly doesn't mean that he doesn't care for you!" As they embraced, neither woman was conscious, at first, at least, that, with Beth's nightgown open, their nude bodies were squeezed against each other, but it just felt good in the intimacy of the moment.

Kenny, however, was very aware of their naked bodies and, with the shock and trauma fading away, he was ready for something more. Separating them, he slid Beth's nightgown off and then gently pushed them back onto the bed, side by side. Both women just lay there, waiting for his guidance, neither having the will do anything on their own. He was the ringmaster, the master of ceremonies; they were the performers who waited his commands. Lying down next to Linda, he rested on one elbow and looked across her at Beth. Reaching over, he took her hand and placed it on Linda's breast, saying, "Doesn't that feel awesome? I'll bet you've never felt anything like that!"

Beth, who, of course, had never touched any breast other than her own, was stunned, but, nevertheless, couldn't help but enjoy what was in her hand. She fondled and squeezed the breast, fingering the hard, erect nipple, and saying, "Oh, Mrs. Kramer, they're perfect! They're so large and firm! I saw them the other night, but I had no idea that they would feel like this!"

Linda wasn't thinking clearly and really was in a sort of daze. Still not completely recovered from the shock of discovery, wondering what was coming next, she just lay there letting herself be felt and, fortunately, admired. Vaguely, she thought that she should say, "Thank you," but her mind was closed down and words simply didn't come.

Knowing how sensitive Linda's nipples were, Kenny bent over and lightly licked the one near him and then, began, lightly, to suck it. Beth, taking her cue from him in everything, followed suit, lifting the breast to her lips as she did so. The impact on Linda was obvious as she arched her back, pushing her breasts upward toward their mouths. Then, taking Beth's hand and placing the palm on Linda's abdomen, Kenny began sliding it slowly, moving in small circles, down over the slight curve of her belly to the mass of curly, fluffy hair crowning her pubic mound. He moved her fingers into the hair, ruffling it, and, then, slid between her legs which spread open to accommodate them. As he directed her fingers downward, she felt, first, the small bump of the clitoris and then the slick, well lubricated slit between the cunt lips. At that, Linda moved her feet up to her hips, spread her knees further apart, making herself even more accessible. Taking advantage of the openness, he moved their fingers up and down the channel a few times and, when, Kenny took his hand away, Beth made no effort to withdraw hers. Instead, she continued her exploration, finally slipping her finger deep into Linda's vagina and, hesitantly, moving in and out gently. The reaction was immediate, Linda's hips began to raise and lower, matching the rhythm of the "finger-fucking."

At that unmistakable sign of real arousal, Kenny shifted down below Linda's raised hips and signaled for Beth to move also. Both knelt between her legs and, without prompting or even thinking, Linda pulled her knees up to her chest and opened them wide, giving them complete access. Even in her almost comatose state, a flash of acute embarrassment surged through her as she knew that everything was exposed. Still, she made no effort to conceal herself, and Beth stared intently at the first live cunt that she had ever seen. She had seen her own, of course, in a mirror, but this was nothing like hers. This was a mature cunt, fully developed with hair-lined outer-lips bordering the red inter-lips that protected the opening into the vagina. Beth was not in the same comatose state mentally as Linda, but she still was reacting primarily to Kenny's directions. Following his gestures, she once again began playing with and fingering the cunt. Seeing Linda responding to having her clit tickled, she concentrated on it with one finger while probing and finger-fucking the cunt opening with one on her other hand. She was increasingly excited herself as Linda reacted to her manipulation.

All this time, when she was working on Linda, Kenny's hands were running all over Beth, even down to her cunt. Suddenly, one of his hands ran up her back in a caressing motion, ending up at her neck, and, then, on the back of her head. She was concentrating deeply on this totally new experience, so she, at first, wasn't even aware when the hand began a slow, almost imperceptible urging forward. Actually, she had moved very close already, eager to see every detail and to better observe Linda's reactions. Consequently, she had her head right between Linda's legs, within inches of the cunt, itself, before she suddenly became actively aware of the pressure and what Kenny wanted. Confirming that epiphany as she pulled back slightly, Kenny whispered, "Go on, lick her! Use your tongue!" Beth had never dreamed of doing any such thing, never had any particular sexual interest in another girl, but, this situation was like no other! Under Kenny's direction, she had already felt, fondled and caressed Linda's body and cunt, building Linda up to a fever pitch as well as becoming very excited herself. At this point she wasn't thinking of Linda as her teacher, nor was she thinking of the lesbian connotations of her actions. In fact, she wasn't really thinking at all as she leaned forward another inch or so and, tentatively, flicked the tip of her tongue over Linda's clit.

At the contact, it was almost as if a charge of electricity flowed through Linda, bringing a moaning sigh of excitement and an up-lifting of her pelvis toward the teasing tongue. Encouraged by that reaction and the realization that the touching was not unpleasant, Beth began licking in earnest. She stayed at the clit at first, then moved downward, running her tongue between the spread cunt lips, slipping over the lubricated tissues and probing the hole with the tip. She went back up and then back down several times as Linda became increasingly aroused, her motions indicating the oncoming orgasm. As when Kenny licked her, however, she drew her knees up even higher, mashing into her breasts, and lifted her hips until the entire area between her legs and buttocks were on a level, offering her anal area to be licked. As Beth went downwards, actually backwards now, she, without realizing it, went past the end of the cunt and over the asshole. At that contact, Linda really moved, jerking upwards against the tongue, asking for more. Excited herself at this demonstration of arousal, Beth stayed there for several seconds, flicking and probing with her tongue, before moving back to the cunt. This process was repeated several more times until, as she reached the clit again, Linda exploded, crying out as she surged upwards, clamping her thighs around Beth's head, and holding herself rigid -- and then collapsed, falling back, legs splayed open.

Beth sat back on her heels, startled by the force of Linda's climax. She had masturbated, of course, and, at least once, Kenny had used his fingers to bring her to what probably was an orgasm.....but nothing like this! And to think that she, herself, had caused it! She felt a tremendous upsurge of heat in her own cunt as she stared between Linda's legs, hardly believing that she actually had licked it. Her reverie was interrupted by Kenny moving to take her place, however. The unbelievable series of events culminating with Beth's initiation to female-female sex finally was too much, and he had to get relief. He abruptly took Linda's limp legs, placed them over his shoulder and mounted her, sinking his cock into her open cunt. She was bent double, hardly able to move as he began a ferocious pounding of her crotch. This time, Beth was not standing in the door of a darkened room: instead, the room was lighted and she was no more than a foot from the conjuncture of cock and cunt. Every detail of the screwing was laid out before her, every squishy sound was audible, as Kenny drove into and out of Mrs. Kramer (as Linda still thought of her). Beth wasn't even aware of it, but her thighs were squeezing together and relaxing, squeezing together and relaxing, matching the rhythm of the sex act she was observing, fanning the sexual heat building up between her own legs. Kenny was too hot to last long as he plunged in and out. Linda could hardly move, her cunt merely acting as a receptacle, waiting for the inevitable climax. Still, the continual pounding of her clit was exhilarating, arousing her again. Whether she came when Kenny did is questionable, but her moans and harsh breathing showed that the screwing was not completely one sided.

In any case, Kenny did explode inside of her, grinding against her in a burst of orgasmic frenzy, flooding her, once again, with his cum. Pausing for a few seconds, he withdrew his still semi-hard cock from her cunt and lay down beside Linda, pulling Beth between them. Resting on his elbow and looking down at two naked women, he was in nirvana, a situation too far out to even be part of a fantasy. On the other side, Linda rose up on her elbow and had something of the same reaction -- it certainly had never been a part of any fantasy she had created! Not waiting for Kenny to guide her, she ran her hand over Beth's abdomen and up to her breast, cupping and fondling it. "Oh, Beth, your breasts are lovely! They're so firm!" To Beth's timorous reply that they were small next to hers, she answered, "Well they may be smaller, but they are lovely, and they'll grow. Heavens, you're only 18!" That was the last "conversation" for some time, as both Linda and Kenny played with the breasts and kissed and sucked the nipples. Beth was in a weird state: she could feel things being done, but it was almost as if they were being done to someone else. She was no longer there, just her body which was feeling sensations that were so intense that she couldn't think, just experience them.

Again, without prompting, Linda slowly worked her hand down over the silky skin of her stomach into the feathery, curly blond fleece that crowned her mound. Linda's rotated her fingers through the hair, barely grazing the clit, but Beth's legs immediately opened, involuntarily asking for more. Taking the hint, the fingers ran over the cunt lips and cupped the entire crotch area before, finally, slipping between the lips and sliding through the slippery channel. Beth's reaction was immediate, her legs spreading wider and her hips flexing upwards. Linda continued the caressing, lightly tickling the clit and then running downward through the cunt and back up, taking her cue from Beth's movements as to what stimulation was most effective. She continued this for some time, oddly reluctant to take the next step, waiting this time for Kenny's leadership. When, at last, he moved down to Beth's feet, she quickly joined him, and, with his guidance, moved, on her knees, between Beth's widely spread thighs.

Without waiting for instructions, Beth drew her knees up to her breasts, opening herself completely, giving Linda her first ever direct look at another woman's cunt. In comparison with her own, the hair was, of course, much sparser, the lips almost bare. The lips, themselves, were much thinner; much less fleshy than her own, more mature, folds, and the entire area was pinker, giving a very neat, clean appearance. Oddly enough, for an unquestioned heterosexual, it actually looked appealing, and she had absolutely no hesitation in moving her mouth to the small clit and begin licking. She flicked her tongue rapidly, enjoying Beth's immediate response, a moan of pleasure and an upward movement of her pelvis. Slowly, she ran her tongue between the cunt lips and began actually licking the entire area, staying in one place if Beth reacted strongly, and then moving on. Trying to do to Beth what she enjoyed herself, she lightly tickled her anal region with her finger tip, licking the whole way back occasionally. Then, while licking and gently sucking the clit, she inserted her finger into Beth's cunt, but, to her surprise, it would not go in all the way, encountering a barrier not too far inside. In a sudden burst of awareness that almost made her stop licking, she thought, "My god, she's a virgin and that's her hymen! I don't believe it!" Actually, her own hymen had been broken in some non-sexual way long before her first intercourse, and she was well aware that most girls had theirs punctured in some way (e.g. fingers, candles, vibrators, bananas, screwing, etc.) long before their 18th birthday. Somehow, it seemed sexier to be licking a real virgin.




The Senior Trip Ch. 10



In any case, Beth's rising excitement was indicated by her more and more vigorous motion and the continual ecstatic moaning and "ohhh's" that streamed from her. Finally, the crisis point was reached as she jerked forcefully up and down, pushing upward toward Linda's mouth. Abruptly, she groaned loudly and, arched upward, held still for a moment, and then simply collapsed downward. Linda held her position for a few moments, then moved up and lay down beside her, oddly aroused and satisfied at the same time. Raising up on her elbow, she looked down at Beth's face, and impulsively, leaned down and lightly kissed her on the lips. A wave of affection surged through Beth, and she responded by putting her arms up around Linda and kissing back ardently. The kiss became quite passionate as they held each other, a tender moment between two women who had shared a time of great intimacy.

During all this activity, Kenny mostly observed, although, of course, his hands were busy fondling and, occasionally, using his fingers on one or the other. He had eased his internal pressure by quickly fucking Linda, but the boiler was reaching steam level rapidly as he watched Linda work on Beth. Still, he beat down the pressure to do something immediately as the two women lay down beside each other. Watching them kiss was almost too much, but he temporarily dampened his ardor as they started talking. Beth explained her actions by saying, "I had tried to talk to Kenny alone today, but someone else was always near. Tonight, when we were ready to leave, I saw your plastic key lying on the table, so I grabbed it and when we went out, I disabled the security lock. When Angela went to sleep, I sneaked out of the room; got on the elevator....I was scared to death that I would meet someone, dressed as I was....and came up here. I very quietly came in the door and slipped over to Kenny's room and found it empty. Then, I heard noises over here and I looked in and saw you....well, screwing! I was horrified and horribly scared that you would see me, but I just couldn't get my legs to move and leave."

"Oh, Honey, it must have been a terrible shock! I'm so sorry you had to see that!"

"It was awful! I came up to make love with my boyfriend, and found him having another woman! I was even too shocked to cry! In any case, I finally started to creep out of the room when you saw me. I panicked and ran for the door, but, of course, Kenny caught me before I

could get out. Before I knew what was happening, he dragged me back in here.....and then he spanked me! Gods did that hurt!"

"Believe me; I know just what you mean! He has a very hard hand!"

"You mean that he spanked you too?"

Linda blushed furiously, but answered, "That's how all this started! We had a big fight the first night we were here and before it was over, he spanked me twice and had me three times! Since that night, he's done just about anything he's wanted with me....and now you're involved too! Believe me; I never dreamed of being embroiled in a situation like this....no one but my husband had ever even seen me undressed before! Now, look at me, naked in bed with two other naked people. You know, I've had sex with Kenny just about every way possible, I've gone out with practically no clothes on, I've been stripped by my students, and, now, I've had sex with another woman.....all in five days! I've had a full sex education in less than a week.....and I love it! I don't know what, if anything will happen when we're back home, but the experience here was wonderful.....even if completely immoral!"

Beth's mouth was literally hanging open during that discourse, but she finally gathered herself together and embraced Linda, saying, "My, god, this must have been as big a shock for you as for me, maybe bigger! And, here we girls thought that we had started something new last night, and here Kenny has been screwing you all along! I certainly won't tell them about that! I'll tell you though, all of us think that you are absolutely wonderful and, as for me, I'm glad it happened this way! If I had just gone in and Kenny and I had made love, it still wouldn't have been as exciting as all of this! This is certainly a night that I'll remember with pleasure the rest of my life! I loved what I did to you, and even watching Kenny screw you was exciting!"

During all of this illuminating dialogue, Kenny had been quiet, not wanting to interrupt or to interfere with the self-revelations from the two women. Still, his own libido was pushing him and his extraordinarily hard cock was pressing into Beth's side, rubbing against her, clearly demanding release. Linda saw the motion and, half laughing, commented, "From the way Kenny looks, I think you are going to see him take me again! Look at that," pointing to his cock as he rolled onto his back. Taking her words as an invitation, he moved past Beth to position himself to enter Linda.

Suddenly, in a very small and timorous voice, Beth almost whispered, "Would you rather have me instead?"

Stunned, Kenny stopped and he and Linda stared at Beth as he asked, "Do you mean it?"

"Of course I do, damn it! I came up here to let you make me and now, I really want it! I don't see how I could ever be more ready!"

Linda pulled back, saying, "Oh, Beth, that's wonderful if you really want to. Look, I'll go over to Kenny's room or you two can go over there. That'll give you plenty of privacy."

Reaching for her hand, Beth answered emphatically, "No, I want you to stay here! You've been part of everything up to now, and I want you to share in this too! That'll make it all very special!" Then, hesitantly, "If it won't embarrass you to be here, of course."

"Oh, Beth, of course it won't embarrass me! In fact, I'll be honored!" Pausing for a breath or two, she continued, "Look, I don't want to be a wet blanket, but there is a problem. I'm

on the pill, thank heavens, but you aren't, and you won't have any protection. I'm worried about that."

"Wow, it's a good thing you thought of that! Wait a second." Hurrying over to his room, Kenny returned with the packet of condoms, saying with a grin, "As the Boy Scouts taught me, 'Be Prepared."' Opening the container, he took out a condom and rolled it onto his cock, under the fascinated eyes of the two women.

Linda watched intently, finally saying, "So, that's how they work. I've never seen one in use before. It does sort of break up a romantic interlude to stop and do that, doesn't it! Still, 'better safe than sorry."'

Condom in place, Kenny moved between Beth's raised legs, placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt, and asked, with an eager smile, "Ready?" Beth, holding Linda's hand, smiled back somewhat apprehensively, and nodded, spreading her thighs wider to emphasize her readiness. Kenny put the head of his cock at the small hole and gently pushed inward -- but could go no further as Beth obviously winced and pulled back, going "Oh!" He tried again with the same result, perhaps getting one-half inch in, but no more. The problem, of course, was that fear had dried up much of the natural lubrication in her cunt, and that, combined with the dry surface of the condom, caused considerable friction, and, in any case, nothing larger than a finger has ever slipped inside.

Recognizing the obvious problems, Linda let go of Beth's hand, hurried into the bathroom, carrying a small tube. "Here. Here's the lubricant we used last night. I think that's all you need. Removing the cap, she took a sizable dollop and, without hesitation, applied it to Kenny's rubber-covered cock, spreading it all around, leaving it well coated. She then took a larger quantity and, with it on her fingertip, inserted it into Beth's cunt, putting it on the entrance and as far in as she could reach, thoroughly lubricating the entire channel. Lying back and taking Beth's hand again, she said, "That should make things easier for both of you! Now, just relax, honey!"

Once again, Kenny put his cock at the hole and gently pushed in. This time was different, however, as the head slid into Beth with no difficulty, stretching the opening wider to accommodate its size. He pulled back and re-entered several times, getting in deeper each time, until the barrier as reached. As the cock head hit her hymen, Beth winced, but made no objection as he withdrew slightly and, then, hit it again. "Does it hurt too much? Shall I stop for a while?" he asked, receiving only curt "Go ahead, break it!" in reply. Beth gripped Linda's hand tightly as Kenny pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged in, hitting and, finally, rupturing the membrane signifying her virginity. As it went through, Beth gave a sharp "Ooh!" followed by several less piercing "Oooh's" before the pain was replaced, first, by a tingle that was transformed into erotic desire as passion built up. Suddenly, she was surging up against Kenny as he screwed her. In deference to her virginity, he had shown unbelievable restraint (particularly for a male teenager) and had moved in and out quite slowly until she accommodated herself to the new experience. Now, as she began to respond vigorously, he was free to move more strenuously, sliding into her newly opened passageway arduously, grinding against her clit, and pulling back to repeat the process.

The real screwing had begun and, considering everything, it is no surprise that it ended soon with Kenny's triumphant ejaculation taking place with tremendous force. This time, of course, it did not go into a welcoming vagina, but into a mundane rubber -- but the result was the same! Shortly afterwards, Linda disengaged herself and discreetly rose from the bed, saying, softly, "I think I'll go take a shower and get ready for bed. You two stay where you are till I come back if you want to." Her purpose was transparent, but appreciated, as the two young lovers had a twenty-minute period of enjoyment and sharing. When she returned, she urged Beth to return to her room, saying, "We don't want the other girls to find you gone and come looking for you! Kenny, you'd better go back down with her." Beth quickly put on her nightgown and robes while Kenny dressed to accompany her. They had a long "goodnight" kiss outside the door, several in fact, and Beth went in, floating on air.....to find three girls, wide awake, waiting to hear all the particulars! It was a long time before everyone was satisfied, hearing about how Beth had sneaked into Kenny's room without Mrs. Kramer seeing her, and, of course, in detail, how her tryst had worked out!



The Senior Trip Ch. 11



The following morning was one of those bittersweet days, happy to be going home yet sorry to see a wonderful trip end. This, of course, was doubly true for Kenny and, particularly. Linda. They realized that last night was probably the last time they would sleep together, and, as they had sex in the morning, they had no idea when, or if, they would do that again. For that matter, there was the question of just what their relationship would be when they got home. Linda had lain awake for a long time last night, trying to figure out just what she did want. There was another six weeks of school left, and she didn't know how she would handle having a student who had screwed her in her class. How would he react when he saw her standing in front of the class, picturing her naked, seeing her spread open on the bed to be fucked, or on her knees sucking him! And, what of her husband? How would she relate to him? There was, of course, no answer to these questions, but to the one of whether she wanted more sex, to continue this extramarital relationship, the answer was yes! As said before, it was not a love affair on either side, that was clear, a fact which removed any threat of commitment problems. So, for Linda the only problems were, first, would Kenny want to continue now that Beth was available, and, second, if so, how could they do it safely. 

As might be expected, Kenny's questions were along somewhat the same line. There never was a question about whether he wanted to continue having sex her -- why wouldn't he? Yes, he almost certainly could screw Beth now, but that, in no way, ended his sexual attraction to Linda. In any case, what young man wouldn't appreciate having access to two willing cunts? However, he was concerned about how things would work out in class, although he didn't think it would be a real problem. For him, the real question was what would Linda want? She would be a teacher again, a married teacher. She would be with her husband, and even a teenager recognized that it was easier to have a brief affair, commit adultery, away from home, away from people you know and who know you. So, in many ways, the problems that Linda and Kenny faced were largely the same ones, but neither wanted to bring them up....and perhaps hear the wrong thing. So, like the others, they packed and prepared to leave. 

The bus trip was relatively uneventful and, while the bus, itself, was crowded when they left, it was almost empty when they left Pittsburgh on the last leg. Taking advantage of the vacant seats, Linda sat with each girl for awhile, getting their individual feedback on good and bad aspects of the week. Actually, there were really no negative comments (other than Angela's and Judy's kidding complaints about being physically abused, of course). It really was a paean of love for her, even more surprising considering their opinion of "the Witch of Lynwood" when they started. They obviously had discussed it among themselves before, and they were unanimous in their recognition that she had gone far beyond the usual in making their senior trip memorable -- in more ways than one! Recognizing the delicacy of the situation, they each pledged that the extra-curricular activities would never be mentioned outside their circle. Each discussion ended with a sincere hug and brief kiss of what had become real friendship. 

Leaving Beth for last, Linda found herself not knowing quite what to say, finally opening the conversation by asking, banally, "Are you all right, Beth?" The discomfort was mutual, of course, but soon, they got by that initial strangeness and were able to really bond with each other. Each having seen the other being screwed, they had few physical secrets to conceal. In addition, each admitted that they had surprisingly enjoyed their intimacy with each other, with Beth shyly confessing that she would like to do it again if the circumstances were right. It was a long, close and very warm conversation, and the hug and kiss at the end was considerably more than simple friendship. Beth, to her own astonishment, even put her hand on Linda's breast and held it while they kissed. Finally, Linda said, "I guess I'd better go back and talk to Kenny for a while." Then, with a knowing smile, "I want to get his opinion of the trip!" 

Beth giggled, "I'm sure he was satisfied!" Then, as Linda started down the aisle, Beth followed, stopping two rows before where Kenny was sitting, whispering conspiratorially, "I'll stand guard!" 

As Linda's sat down, Kenny pulled her skirt up and helped her remove her panties, feeling her cunt for what probably would be the last time for awhile. Sitting there exposed like that in public, even if no one could see, made her feel daring, giving her the nerve, finally, to broach the subject of future activities. Kenny was immediately responsive and the question they were afraid to ask about the other's desires finally was asked, and they both were happy with the answer. With the agreement that they both wanted to continue a sexual relationship, they then had to consider how could they go about it and when. They finally decided that they couldn't really plan anything, and left it at that, assuming that there would be opportunities. With all they could decide decided, they proceeded to more erotic activities. While they conversed, Beth looked back every now and then, watching to see if they were just talking, and it seemed that they were. About the tenth time she looked, however, she saw Linda's head lying back on the headrest, sort of panting or gasping. 

Quietly moving back the two rows until she was across from them, she saw that Linda's skirt was up to her waist, her panties were gone, and that Kenny's hand was working between her legs. It was extremely sexy to watch, and with no one nearby, she opened her jeans and reached down inside her own panties and masturbated, matching the motion of his hand. She hadn't quite reached orgasm when Linda face became more intense and her hips began flexing up and down, ending with a hard surge against Kenny's hand. Beth pulled back, not wanting to interrupt, but Linda, after recovering, glanced over and smiled, obviously not minding the audience. Without stopping to cover her bare hips, she rose up and, without hesitation, lowered her head to Kenny's lap, obviously sucking his cock. Beth couldn't actually see Linda's mouth, but she pictured the cock-sucking in her mind as it occurred, and worked her own hand in unison with Linda's bobbing head. She could see Kenny's face, however, and, this time, she was able to synchronize her own orgasm, coming just as he ejaculated into Linda's mouth. If an observer had walked down the aisle at that moment he would have seen a fascinating tableau: a woman sitting naked below the waist, a man with his cock semi-erect and still wet from the woman's mouth, while, across the aisle, another woman was semi-reclining, pants open, hand still in her panties, recovering from a self-administered orgasm. Fortunately, there was no such observer, and it was a very satisfying ending to the senior trip for all three. 

The actual end came not long afterwards when the bus pulled up to the curb, and everyone disembarked. With a final hug for Mrs. Kramer, the little group disbanded as the girls rushed to meet their parents, beginning to pour out an account (expurgated) of their adventures in Washington. By the time the stories were told, Mrs. Kramer seemed to be missing only a pedestal or the wings of an angel to be given her proper respect. The parents and, later, the administration, were made very well aware of the superb and thoughtful job of chaperoning done by their teacher. Kenny's hug was a bit more firm as he whispered in Linda's ear, "Wear the things I got you on Monday." Not waiting for a reply, he headed for his parents car, not, for some reason, wanting to meet her husband who was nearby. 

For Linda, settling down at home was difficult. She had unexpected guilty feelings, particularly when her husband screwed her, involuntarily thinking of how many times Kenny had been in that same cunt. Fortunately, as many women have discovered in the past, adultery doesn't change a woman physically. She was still a bit concerned about her ability to act natural in class, facing students who had seen her naked and one who had fucked her. The words also confused her. When she had sex with her husband, Henry, she had always used the rather sterile word "intercourse" or, occasionally, "screwing." With Kenny, the word "fucking" seemed natural and even exciting. She had used language, and, of course, done things, with him that would have appalled her in the past and would have stunned her husband. Still, as said above, Henry hadn't noticed any change in her, physically or otherwise, so evidently there were no external signs of her debauchery. Actually, she was surprised as to how easily she managed to compartmentalize her thoughts, acting and genuinely responding to her husband as she always had while recalling her adulterous actions in Washington with no real feeling of remorse. As said before, they were more friends than lovers with sex of little importance in their relationship. In any case, he neither saw nor sensed any differences, so, presumably, therefore, no scarlet letter would show on her forehead when she faced her classes on Monday! 

Monday came, as it always does, and a composed Mrs. Kramer met her classes and was quite surprised how easy it was. Kenny and the girls acted as they always had, although Kenny made no disruptive remarks and she made no sarcastic comments. If anyone thought that their politeness to each other was unusual, it was taken as a good sign. The only change from the ordinary routine came at the lunch period when Kenny stayed back "to ask a question" after the rest of the class left. At that point, he pulled her out of sight line of the door and said, "Ok, Linda, show me!" She knew exactly what he meant, of course, and, going back to shut the door, she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing the panties he had given her. He reached down and felt her cunt through them saying, "Very nice! As pretty as ever. What about the top?" Anticipating that he would want to see her bra, she had worn a blouse with easy access. Quickly opening it, she pushed her breasts out, the nipples almost protruding through the cloth . "Still very nice tits, too. I guess being home didn't change things too much." 

She quickly closed the blouse, pleased at his reaction, but warning, "l can't do this every day. It's too risky!" 

He replied, with a smile, "I know, but I wanted to make sure you still felt the same. Maybe tomorrow, you can go without panties and give me a peek!" 

Linda did go without panties, finding it to be as stimulating as it had been in Washington. From that time onward, she frequently went without them, enjoying the feeling of daring freedom their absence gave her. For the rest of the school year, she was able to give Kenny that "peek" by opening her legs or lifting her skirt, entertaining both of them by her display. On two different Saturdays she was able to find a reason to have Kenny and Beth come to her house (when Henry was at work) where they had a very erotic threesome, proving that all three had been thoroughly debauched in Washington. One of the most outrageous thing they did, and they did it because it was outrageous, was when Kenny and Beth invited their favorite teacher, Mrs. Kramer, to go to a drive-in movie (Lynwood still has one) with them. There was the usual double feature and they watched the first movie, the one Mrs. Kramer had wanted to see. Then, while Linda sat in the front seat, Beth stripped completely and she and Kenny screwed in the back. While Kenny recovered from his exertions, Linda undressed after joining Beth in back. Finally, of course, Kenny fucked Linda while Beth observed. The whole thing just felt outrageous! 

Still, the most outrageous thing they did, by far, involved the rest of the girls. Shortly before everyone left for college, when Henry was out of town, Linda invited them all over to her house for a farewell party. In addition, Kenny had finally found the time, and privacy, to make large prints of each picture for their edification. These, of course, became the center of attention immediately. The girls were startled at how much was shown, having only seen the small camera view screen before, and, naturally, by that time many of the poses had been forgotten, creating a surprise for the ones involved. As might be expected, the atmosphere became more and more intense as the inevitable sexual arousal occurred, leading ultimately to a suggestion, embraced by all of the kids immediately, that they reenact some of the more interesting photographs and try some different poses. They quickly talked Mrs. Kramer (as they still called her) into putting on her Washington dress with nothing under it (except the same thigh-high hose), and they followed her up to the bedroom where she reprised her nipple thrusting, bottom showing poses. She walked around, bent over, leaned back, whatever the group ordered she did, to their continual admiration and delight. 

As she relived the experience of exposing herself in Washington her excitement mounted, and she began to get that conscience-suppressing high that had dominated her then. Actually, of course, everyone was becoming quite aroused, both from, first, scrutinizing the revealing pictures of her in that dress and, now, from her live display. Her non-alcoholic intoxication was made quite evident when Kenny got behind her and playfully, and very familiarly, cupped both breasts. Rather than pulling away with the proper show of indignation, she cried, "Kenny!" while making no move to get away. 

The point was even more clearly demonstrated when Kenny tweaked the nipples between his fingers, saying, "These things are unbelievable! Here, you feel them." This last comment was made to all of the girls and, hesitantly at first, each did so, marveling at their firmness and size, and with, that first step taken, they cupped and lightly squeezed both tits. 

It was a measure of Linda's feeling of intimacy with the girls that she was not the slightest bit embarrassed as they felt her, enjoying their amazement at that firmness and size. Of course, the presumed motivation for feeling her was simple curiosity, and naturally that curiosity existed, but, obviously, the interest was more sexual than clinical. Feeling those heavy, firm cone-like breasts with their rock-hard nipples through the thin fabric would excite any normal person, male or female, and it certainly had that effect on the girls. For Linda, the additional stimulation merely added fuel to the growing flame of her arousal. This, of course, was further fed by their continual flattering comments about how wonderful the breasts and nipples were. 

When the last of the girls had thoroughly fondled the tits, there was a sort of awkward pause as each waited for someone else to lead to the next activity. Who knows where that might have led right then, but Beth (who certainly knew what those breasts -- and everything else -- felt like) headed off any further sexual action by proposing, "Look, why don't we all go into Mrs. Kramer's Jacuzzi?" She and Linda and Kenny had used it before, so she was familiar with it although the others weren't. The idea was met with instant support until Jenny mentioned the lack of bathing suits. Not surprisingly, no one thought that the lack of suits was a barrier, and fifteen minutes later, six nude figures, five female and one male, slid into the heated water and relaxed. 

Relaxing does not mean that the sexual atmosphere was no longer present: in fact, if anything, all being nude in the semi-darkness accentuated their lascivious feelings. With Kenny's leadership, there was a general fondling of Linda's breasts again, this time without even the thin cloth in the way. In addition, the softness and slipperiness of the water made them feel even more sensuous than before. That then led, inevitably, to a general feeling of breasts in a scientific effort to compare them, an exploration that would have been difficult if proposed baldly in the bedroom. Not only did Kenny get to fondle five sets of tits, each of the girls felt each other as well as Linda again, something that they would have avoided in a different setting. As might be expected, Kenny also managed to explore cunts as well, and, surprisingly, even encountered other hands doing the same thing! Who was feeling who was difficult to say in the crowded Jacuzzi, but he was certain that Linda was one of the explorers. In addition, it should be noted that several hands managed to grasp or stroke his cock under the water, something, it is needless to say, almost caused an explosion into that water. 

When they finally emerged from the tub, everyone's focus on sex had been raised to a high level, and there was a real need to lower the carnal tension that dominated them. In tacit recognition of their desire for something more, none of the girls suggested getting dressed, merely wrapping themselves, toga-like, in large towels. None of them made any effort to hide themselves as the arranged their towels, so, when Kenny put a smaller towel around his waist, it was a very inadequate way of concealing a very vigorous erection. 

By popular consent, they went back up to the bedroom, seemingly a better place for such a state of undress. Looking for something to break the thick tension in the air, someone proposed looking at the rest of the pictures. They passed several around, doing even more giggling and squealing as they saw themselves exposed in the prints. Suddenly, they reached the ones taken while Judy and Angela were being spanked. The regular spanking pictures were very sexy, showing the girls twisting and gyrating, trying to avoid the blows while, at the same time, inadvertently exposing their cunts and asses. They both were appalled, and, at the same time, stimulated by their extreme exposure. The last few pictures, however, went far beyond what they had expected. Angela's thickly-haired cunt was the centerpiece of one picture, followed by the one taken as she bent over for her panties, showing all the salient parts between her thighs and buttocks. Her groans and cries of dismay and embarrassment were quickly followed by even more vocal wail of protest as Judy's most intimate organs were revealed, particularly the print showing her bent from the hips, feet apart. It, unquestionably, was as blatant a display as could be imagined, with both openings so clearly depicted that they looked real, not a photograph. Both girls had known that they had been exposed completely, but not as completely as that! 

Judy finally found her voice and, almost shrieking, cried, "Good god, I don't believe it! Don't look at that anymore.... go on to the next one! Please!" 

Angela, agreed, saying, "Those pictures are indecent....well, I guess all of them are....but these are worse! Besides, they never should have been taken anyway! We shouldn't have been spanked because Mrs. Kramer knew that we could take the tour the next night." 

Judy came back with, "That's right! Being late didn't really cause any loss anyway. She should be spanked for not saying so!" They were being unfair, of course, and Judy admitted it later, but both were thoroughly embarrassed and were seeking anything to divert attention from their pictures. They didn't actually think that deviously, but their subconscious minds were at work. Needless to say, Linda protested mightily, pointing out her attempts to not spank them, but she was fighting a losing battle since the idea of seeing her spanked appealed to all of them in their aroused state. It was agreed, over her strenuous protests, that each girl should get ten smacks, so, shortly afterwards, Linda, bereft of her towel, found herself lying across Judy's lap, her bottom defenseless to what she knew was coming. 



The Senior Trip Ch. 12



It presented quite a picture, Linda completely naked, her round, soft plump behind poised ready for spanking, her breasts hanging down, appearing even larger in that position, the nipples looking like little fingers protruding from their centers. Judy's towel had fallen to her waist, so she, also, had bare breasts sticking out, not as large as Linda's, of course, but still a delightful sight. With no warning, she abruptly brought her arm up and her hand descended, hitting Linda's left ass cheek with a resounding slap, eliciting a loud yelp and a cry, "This is unfair! ...Ouch...I didn't want to spank you!" Before the sentence was finished, a second slap hit the other cheek, bring another "Ouch." Despite her continued protests, the spanking continued, both cheeks of her ass turning crimson as the blows continued to fall with increasing vigor. Slap..."Ow"... "Oooh, ouch"...slap..."Ow, it hurts! 

Interestingly, administering the punishment had that same effect on Judy as it had on Linda in Washington. She started with the intent of giving a light spanking, but got carried away by the tactile feel of Linda's bouncy, quivering bottom and by the feeling of domination the spanking conveyed. Thus, the blows were not pro forma, they were real whacks that hurt. Consequently, Linda was twisting and bucking, trying to evade the impact, but, by so doing, she completely exposed her cunt and ass to the rapt gaze of her audience. In addition, the movement of her large breasts was fascinating. they swayed back and forth and side to side as she moved her hips, and, when her body was jarred by the force of the blows, they jiggled and quivered as if they had lives of their own. It was erotic in the extreme. In any case, Judy administered ten firm slaps, counted down by the others. Slap..."Ow"..."Six"...slap..."Oww"..."Seven"...slap... "Ouch"..."Eight"... SLAP... "OOW!"... "NINE"... SLAP... "OUCH"..."TEN!" 

Linda sagged down over Judy's legs, glad that it was over, but her relief was short lived as she was helped to her feet only to be draped over Angela's knees. Angela had dropped her towel, so the audience was treated to the sight of two nude women, one ready to spank the other. Linda's ass was already very red and quite sore, so Angela's first smack brought forth a pained wail, "Oh that hurts! One of you is enough! Please stop!" Angela showed no mercy: she had ten smacks coming and she was going to use them. Actually, Angela didn't spank as hard as Judy, but Linda's ass was already red and sensitive, and the pain was real. Once again, they made a pretty picture sitting and lying there. Angela's breasts were relatively large and they bobbled each time she raised her arm and brought it down. At their center were plump, dark pink, and very erect, nipples that really contrasted with her light skin. Linda, of course, presented her usual exciting array of charms which she no longer attempted to conceal as she did all she could to evade the spanking hand. 

Smack..."Ow, it hurts!"...smack..."Ooooh, it's not fair!...slap..."OUCH, not there!" (as the hand smacked her cunt lips)...smack..."Ouch!" Linda finally gave up and just lay there, being spanked and listening to the countdown Slap... "Six"...Smack... "Oooooh"... "Seven"... slap..."moan"..."Eight"...SLAP..."groan, Ooooh"..."NINE"... SMACK... "OOOW!"... TEN!" At ten, Linda just slumped down, draped over Angela's knees, and made no attempt to get up. Finally, Kenny came over and lifted her up and held her, freeing Angela from her weight. Angela stood up beside her and it made a fascinating contrast. They were about the same size, but most noticeably, Linda's breasts were much larger and the mat of dark public hair above Angela's cunt made Linda's neat blonde triangle look small. 

Linda had a dazed expression, very similar to the out-of-it look that she had when lying on the floor alter Kenny had spanked her the first time -- very hot and very vulnerable and not knowing quite what to do. She wasn't actually hurt, of course: her rear end was painful, but spanking pain is ephemeral and hardly serious, and, actually, as she had found, rousing after the fact! All of the sexual activity had overloaded her conscious mind -- exposing herself in the dress again, being felt through it, being thoroughly explored in the Jacuzzi -- and, now, being spanked, naked in front of the others and by another woman, also naked! It had stimulated her sexual desires and she was really aroused, and, as in Washington with Kenny', she wanted sex, but, this time, had no way to get it! Still really "spaced out", not thinking of who was there, she just fell back on the bed, legs sprawled open, once again available for anyone to have her. 

The others just stared at her, still highly aroused, themselves, by the evenings activities, particularly the erotic view of Linda being spanked, looking fixedly as her open cunt. No one knew quite what to do about her blatant offering of herself -- except, of course, Kenny. 

Moving over and lying beside her on the bed, he quickly put his arm around her, and cupping her left tit with his left hand, he ran his right hand between her legs to caress and finger fuck her. This was no quick touching as when they posed in Washington. He continued feeling her breast while he stroked her between her cunt lips, tickling her clit while continuing to slide his finger in and out. As she began to hump up and down, he 'moved his finger back and easily slid it into her asshole, finger fucking her ass. That additional stimulation was enough to send her over the edge and she began a frenzy of surging undulations, climaxing with a long, upward drive against his hand. 

The girls' arousal went even higher as they watched Kenny play with Mrs. Kramer. The brief cunt feeling that they had seen in Washington was nothing compared to this, of course. Seeing her lying there, wide open and lost in sexual pleasure, sent a thrill through each of them, a thrill that was magnified as she began the sexual undulations and moans indicating her impending orgasm. Each felt a tingle in her own cunt as they watched his fingers play along and through the cunt lips, slipping inside as her hips began to rise and fall. Still, nothing overwhelmed them as much as seeing his finger go into her asshole, sending her over the top and into orgasm. They had never conceived of him doing any such thing, or, if he did, that she would react as she had. At that point, they would have thought that they had seen everything -- but, of course, they would have been wrong! 

Glancing toward Kenny briefly as if to get his approval, Beth, dropping her towel, quickly got on the bed, knelt between Linda's spread thighs, and began to lick her cunt. Needless to say, the girls reacted with stunned silence, never having dreamed of Beth doing such a thing. However, these were girls of the twentieth century, and the idea of female-female sex was not the abhorrent thing that it had been (publicly, at least) in previous generations. In addition, they were so high themselves, that almost anything sexual would have been intriguing rather than repulsive. Consequently, when the first shock passed, they moved closer to see, in detail, exactly what Beth was doing. 

When Linda felt the first contact with Beth's tongue, she automatically pulled her knees up, almost to her tits, presenting, as usual, not only her cunt but, also, her asshole. Knowing from recent experience what she enjoyed, Beth began slowly running her tongue from her clit all the way back, lingering at the rear opening for a few moments, and coming back. She would flick the clit a number of times, then make the trip back again. Receiving the stimulation she liked best, Linda began raising and lowering her hips, twisting a bit as she worked up toward another climax. She was panting and gasping, her mouth open, as the excitement began to overcome her. Recognizing the signs, Beth concentrated on the clit, alternating between lightly sucking it and flicking it with her tongue. At the same time, following Kenny's past examples, she inserted the tip of her middle finger into the asshole, finger fucking it, matching the rhythm of Linda's moves. Suddenly, Linda erupted, her pelvis jerking spasmodically before, abruptly, holding herself still against Beth's mouth, her bottom completely off of the bed. Then, her orgasm complete, she slumped back, her legs drooping open, as Beth pulled back. 

While this incredible exhibition was taking place before them, the girl's initial reaction was to watch quietly in complete awe. However, the whole situation was just too much for them to stand idly by, and within a few seconds, both Judy and Jenny had dropped their towels and, crouching over, legs apart, they were busily masturbating by rubbing their pubic area and clits. 

Angela just stood there, hypnotized by the action, unable even to play with herself. Kenny, of course, had seen Beth do this before, so, while he was staring like the others, he was also able to look away and watch the girls -- which, needless to say, made his cock even harder, if that were possible. Seeing Angela totally engrossed in watching the "depraved" act of cunnilingus, he moved behind her, loosened her towel and began massaging her bare breasts. Hardly aware of what she was doing, her hand dropped down and grasped his cock, working up and down on it as they watched the conclusion of Linda's orgasm. 

As Beth drew back, Kenny, without hesitation, pulled away from Angela and moved to the bed. Lifting Linda's legs, he placed them over his shoulder and, moving in, slid his cock deep into her dripping cunt. She was so wet that he went into her up to his balls without the slightest difficulty. With Linda's entire crotch raised up in that position, he pulled out and pounded back down, plunging in and out without impediment. With the sexual excitement of the last hour or so, the fucking was relatively short. He could have exploded almost as soon as he entered, but he was able to prolong the delightful feeling of approaching orgasm for a few minutes. For Linda, her climax with Beth had temporarily sated her sexual appetite, but Kenny's cock in her cunt immediately revived it, and she began matching him, moving contrapuntally: when he came in, she surged upwards, when he withdrew, she fell back. Of course, her position did not permit as much freedom of motion as usual, but it was enough. Gradually, the fucking motion quickened as Kenny could no longer postpone the inevitable, his cock literally creating foam from the lubrication pulled out of her cunt. Finally, the climax came and he pushed his cock as deeply as possible into her in a series of fast, jabbing thrusts -- and ejaculated! Linda's orgasm followed immediately, leaving the two of them locked together, tightly, between her legs, straining to completion. Finished, they collapsed back onto the bed, he having come explosively and she having enjoyed her third orgasm in a row (certainly a record for her). 

At the end, the girls were beside themselves with sexual arousal. They had seen unbelievable sights -- Kenny masturbating Mrs. Kramer, Beth licking her to orgasm and, then, like a porno movie, Kenny fucking her. They had stared with utter fascination at everything, particularly the cock pummeling her cunt, the slippery, shiny shaft plunging in and out. When it was all over, they just stood there, petrified, not having any idea of what might happen next. Beth, who had stood with them while the fucking took place, spontaneously embraced Jenny and, suddenly, Jenny found herself on her back beside Linda, with Beth's mouth glued to her cunt, receiving the same treatment that Linda had gotten earlier. Angela and Judy stared, open- mouthed at them, and without thinking, Angela pushed Judy back onto the bed next to Jenny, and went down on her, tasting a cunt for the first time. The next hour was one of continual erotic sex play, during which every girl licked each other and Linda, with Linda servicing each of them. By the time they were finished, none of them was lesbian, but all definitely were bi-sexual! 

Meantime, Kenny had gone off only once, and his cock was rigidly erect again. Unlike Linda, none of the others was on the pill, but, fortunately, these days he always carried a packet of condoms just in case he and Beth could screw. Rolling one on, he lay flat on the bed, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. Beth mounted onto it, letting it sink slowly into her very receptive cunt. Leaning forward on her extended arms, she began to ride up and down, letting her passion mount, controlling the tempo to suit herself. She was very excited, both from all that had gone on before and the realization that her friends were watching her fucking herself on Kenny's cock. He was fondling and squeezing her tits, while flexing up and down, matching her rhythm. Fortunately, in that reclining position, his cock encased in the rubber, he was able to control his own excitement and, when she climaxed, he still had not come. Beth looked at the others, asking, "Who's next!" 

The girls had watched with goggle-eyes as Beth performed, no longer shocked at anything, their minds overloaded with sensations that they never before had experienced. Now, they stood, glued to the floor as they looked at each other, a bit disconcerted at the unexpected offer, but wanting it at the same time. Surprisingly, it was Jenny, the quietest of them all that accepted the challenge and mounted Kenny's cock, positioning herself above it and guiding it into her cunt, letting herself down slowly. She leaned forward, copying Beth, resting herself on her hands and, as Kenny grasped her tits, began the exhilarating process of fucking herself. As it turned out, she was the only non-virgin among the three girls, having lost her "cherry" to a sixteen year-old neighbor the previous year. Thus, she had no impediment, physical or otherwise, and, as she lost herself in the exercise, her first screwing with Kenny was both energetic and satisfying. Her final movements were frenetic, climaxing with a loud, drawn out "Aaaah!" 

Angela was next, having been urged onward by the others. As she prepared to lower herself onto the cock, she hesitated, saying softly, "I'm afraid...I've...I've never done this before." Of all the girls, the one they thought most likely to have "gone all the way was Angela, but she was a virgin. It turned out her hymen was not intact, probably broken by "playing around," but her passage was a tighter fit than Beth's or Jenny's, making entrance harder, adding stimulation to Kenny's cock. As might be expected, she was hesitant when she started, but knowing Angela, it was not surprising that she worked up quickly and went wild with a cock up her for the first time. Her lack of restraint in her movements and her obvious extreme excitement motivated Kenny, causing him to react strongly, driving vigorously up into her as he squeezed her breasts. Angela moved up and down almost in a blur, driving toward a violent orgasm that was too much for Kenny's restraint, and, as she climaxed, twisting ecstatically, he surged upwards and shot into the condom. 

However, when she dismounted and he removed the rubber, he was still erect, so he put on a second condom and Judy impaled herself. It turned out that she also was a virgin, partly intact as Kenny discovered when she came down, rupturing the remains of her hymen. Once the twinge of pain was past, she freely humped up and down, bring herself to an orgasm marked by a wail of pleasure as she finished. This time, Kenny was more passive, merely moving up into her and fondling her breasts as he helped her come. 

That, of course, left only Linda, and, with no fears of pregnancy, he removed the rubber, letting her lower herself onto his bare cock. It was a fascinating scene for the girls, despite having watched two "woman on top" fuckings and having taken part in one themselves. Somehow it was different seeing Mrs. Kramer sitting on a cock, her large, heavy breasts hanging down, her nipples grazing Kenny's chest as she leaned forward. This time, he made no attempt to hold back, driving his cock upwards into her receptive cunt, pulling her hips downward to meet it. For her part, she ground her cunt hard against him before raising up, dropping forcefully back down, feeling the shaft ram into her vaginal passage time after time. Soon, both of them were in frenzy, seeking release as the sexual tension built up. It was clearly the most vigorous and most animated of the five screwings, and when the mutual orgasms came, Kenny's hips were raised six inches of off the bed, reaching upward as Linda pushed down just as hard. They held there, frozen in time for at least thirty seconds before he slumped back flat and she collapsed over him. 

Recovering, they lay there quietly, and, spontaneously and without consultation, the four girls joined them, lying side-by-side, cross-wise on the bed, with a sense of camaraderie they had never felt before. They had shared the most intimate moments of sexual closeness and affection, and few words needed to be spoken. The events were almost beyond their belief. Their teacher had committed adultery twice in front of them, an unbelievable showing of confidence in their discretion and love. Two of the girls had lost their virginity in front of the others, again, a 

statement of trust and affection. Now, all six of them lay together on the bed, completely naked and cuddled against each other, hands cupping breasts, legs between thighs and firmly against cunts. Beth and Linda were against each other, gripping each other's breasts, Linda's leg between Beth's. Behind Linda, Kenny's arm was around her, holding a breast, his cock wedged against her ass and steadily reviving. The revival was advanced by Angela's hand gently massaging his balls as her breast was fondled by Judy. And so it went, each somewhat satisfied and burned out, yet enjoying the relatively mild continuance of sex play. The holding, fondling, kissing and quiet conversation had a very beneficial impact (although they were not thinking of it at the time) in the releasing of tensions and the acceptance of the things they had done. Often things seem like fun in the heat of the moment, but distressful the following day. The closeness and after-the-fact intimacy they shared on the bed helped ease and defuse the qualms, embarrassment and regrets that might have existed otherwise. 

They shifted around a number of times so that everyone had that closeness with each of the others, but, finally, all good things (and depraved ones) must come to an end. Looking at the time, the girls agreed that they had to get home and they started, reluctantly, to dress. For Kenny, the sight was astounding: four girls, completely naked to start, pulling on their panties and putting on their bras right before him, with no sense whatsoever of embarrassment. Somehow, watching them dressing was almost as exciting as seeing them nude. His cock, already revived by the long and very pleasant petting session as they lay together, took on that familiar rigidity that demanded release. Again, as with their dressing in front of him, the girls had no hesitation about recognizing his condition, something they would have noticed before but studiously ignored, one of them commenting, laughingly, "I guess that you'd better stay a while longer after we leave -- Mrs. Kramer can take care of that! " Unfortunately for that solution, Kenny and Beth had come together and he had to drive her home. 

The issue hung in abeyance for a few moments, and then, Linda, doing something that should have been impossible to consider, much less do, in front of the others, fell on her knees between Kenny's legs as he sat on the bed, and before she really had time to consciously think of the act she was about to commit, she found his cock at her mouth. Without hesitation, despite being aware of the girls watching, she opened her lips and engulfed it, beginning to suck immediately. Kenny, startled, never having conceived of such a thing, quickly forgot about everything except the warm, sucking mouth around his cock. The audience, which in other circumstances might have been disconcerting, faded from his mind and, holding her cheeks between his hands, he began fucking motions into her mouth. exploding very quickly, sending a monumental burst of cum into her mouth, most of which she swallowed. Shocked by her own actions, she fell back on the floor, momentarily overcome by what she had done. 




The Senior Trip Ch. 12



The girls, of course, were stunned at the exhibition of cock sucking before them, all very excited by the erotic scene. They had never dreamed of seeing such a display, and they were as lost in it as were the participants themselves. When he came in her mouth, no one said a word, or for that matter, even seemed to breathe for a time. The tableau before them was still erotic: Linda lay there on her back, her tits sticking straight up, the excess cum from Kenny's cock like white cream on her lips and chin. He sat there, breathing hard, his cock still erect and shiny, as he tried to recover. Everything, and everyone, seemed frozen in time, not moving, until, finally he broke the ice by standing up and helping Linda to her feet. He hugged her, freeing the girls from their self-imposed restraint, permitting them to show their admiration for her actions, as well as their approbation, by hugs and kisses. 

It was a fitting end for an amazing evening. The girls were much more subdued, less boisterous, than usual as they left, knowing that they all had been changed drastically by their 

libertine evening, knowing also that they were happy about everything that had happened. So, a journey of sexual awakening that began with a simple senior honors trip to Washington ended with six people whose sexual horizons had been stretched immensely. 

Epilogue 

Thus, the girls and Kenny received an unbelievable send off for college, a night that they would always remember. Still, things were far from finished, for all five, together and individually, loved to visit their old teacher when they came home for the weekend and over the summer. After finishing college, the girls went their separate ways, marrying and having children of their own. However, surprisingly in the modern world, Beth and Kenny beat the odds and stayed together and were married shortly after graduation. (Linda did not go with them on their honeymoon trip, but was with them soon afterwards.) They settled in Lynwood, Kenny ultimately taking over the family business and they were like any other young married couple. Their first child was a girl, named Linda after her godmother, who was a very frequent visitor to their house. Of course, this seemingly traditional married couple was part of a loving threesome for many years. The best times, however, were the high school class reunions when the girls, sans husbands, joined Beth, Kenny and Linda in reliving old times! All this amazing activity due to the consequences of a relatively minor argument during a class trip to Washington. It really is astounding, the short term and long term repercussions a solid spanking can have!