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There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 01

By: MaryAnderson



I studied myself in the mirror. Sometimes the simplest things are the best things. I was wearing a black tank top, form fitting jeans with a wide belt, and boots with a 3½ inch chunky heel. The tank top was just long enough to reach my jeans. Most any movement revealed a narrow horizontal view of flesh. No jewelry, but a pair of sunglasses tucked in my cleavage. My dark hair, which reached just past my neck, was brushed straight back. Looking past my clothes, I studied my body. Over the past two months I'd lost ten pounds; I was only two pounds heavier then when I graduated from college. My time in the gym was reflected in my lean muscle tone.

I knocked on my daughter's door. It opened instantly. Julie stands five feet four inches tall, about two inches shorter than I. Her blonde hair was cut short, reaching the nape of her neck. She was also wearing a tank top, tighter and smaller than mine; it stopped just short of her belly button, showing off a wide expanse of her flat stomach. Her cut off shorts were so tiny that the pocket liners hung out the bottom. She wore small ankle boots. Her only accessory, other than the sun glasses tucked between her bosom, was a key hanging on a string around her neck.

The door bell rang; I heard my husband downstairs.

"Hello Kevin, taking the girls to the show tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Better you than me, I don't understand what you see in modern dance."

"Anything to please the ladies, sir."

When Julie and I came down the steps Kevin's eyes were appreciative; his manner polite.

"You ladies ready to go?"

"Yes Kevin, the truck's packed."

I turned to my husband. "The show's not over until late, so we'll be spending the night in the city. We have reservations at Loews if you need us." And with that my daughter, her boyfriend, and I headed to the garage.

* * * *

When Kevin first told me how he'd like me to dress, the juices flowing between my legs was tempered by one thought: how would I explain to my husband that when I was hanging with my daughter and her boyfriend, which would be often, I dressed like a bitch in heat. Kevin was a step ahead of me.

"Hilary, how often do you two have sex."

"Once, twice a month, why?"

"And how often does he make you come?"

"Rarely, and recently only when I pretend it's you."

That raised a smile. "I like it when you butter me up. Start asking for sex four, five, six times a week. Bring him off but demand your own orgasm. If he fails to deliver, masturbate. Don't be mean or snitty about it, but insist he participate, lick your breasts while you finger yourself, something like that. He'll quickly conclude you're in some change of life place where your sexual needs are in overdrive, that you want him desperately, and that he is completely wholly inadequate. Men don't like to think that way about themselves."

I doubt you'll ever have to, I thought.

"After a short period of time he won't want to confront your sexuality, he'll be part terrified, part intimidated. Each time you dress, as you say, like a bitch in heat, it will remind him of his inadequacy. He'll hope you're not making going to make a sexual demand on him; not only will he pretend not to see it, he won't see it. He'll just be relieved you didn't require him to perform."

Kevin, it turned out, was right.

* * * *

Kevin took the driver's seat and we headed for the city. I knew the possibilities. He might want to show us off; a meal at a sidewalk bistro where he'd display two hot, barely clothed chicks completely enthralled by him. Or we could head straight for the hotel and several hours of sex. Then the evening and the outfits he, and we, loved, expensive, sexy, always classy, clothes. Underneath, skimpy lingerie, stockings and garters, heels and stilettos. After dinner at one of the city's fine restaurants we'd go to the show, dance long into the night, and return to the hotel to make love until the sun came up. 

And although it happened often enough that I felt comfortable calling it a routine, I craved it now more than ever.

How had I gotten here?

* * * *

Bruce Huff, my husband, was the regional sales manager for a consumer electronics firm. When his company moved its Western Regional Office from Phoenix to Fort Collins, Colorado, which is located about an hour north of Denver, I was pleased. The demographics of the student body at my high school had changed; I spent as much time managing the chaos as instructing. A good suburban school seemed a nice alternative. I figured my Teacher of the Year awards and other commendations would help me find a job. It didn't hurt that I still had my looks. While my prominent jaw and too wide mouth kept me from being considered classically beautiful, I was still in a happy place: pretty enough to be noticed but not so overtly sexy as to make women jealous.

The issue of sexy was another reason for the move. My blonde daughter was, depending on her mood and clothing, either over-the-top sexy or cute as a button. She also displayed a marked preference for bad boys, of which our high school abounded. I, over her father's objection, had her on the pill. He had become oblivious to all things sexual. Moving her to a new place seemed like just the thing.

Within a week of sending my resume to the Larimer County School Board I received a telephone call from Diane Lang, principal of Eisenhower High School. Eisenhower, the best public high school in Colorado, was where I hoped to teach. Diane arranged for an interview in two weeks when I would be in Fort Collins house hunting.

I arrived early in the afternoon. The contrast with my school was striking; the kids were nicely dressed and polite. When I asked a young man for directions to the principal's office, he didn't grunt or point the way, he walked me to the door. When I told him I was there to interview for a job, he sung the school's praises.

Principal Lang met me at her office door. At forty-five she was six years older than me. She was my height, kept himself trim and fit, and had blue eyes and brown shoulder length hair. Her beauty was understated. She'd look as good without make-up as with it. Her reputation was excellent; before turning Eisenhower into the best school in the state she had transformed Marshall, a troubled gang- ridden inner city school in Denver, into a first rate institution. 

She brewed me a cup of tea. Our conversation was wide-ranging, touching on family and personal issues, educational philosophy, and the world in general. She was engaging, warm, and smart. After forty-five minutes she asked if I wanted to see the school.

We left her office in a break between classes. The halls were packed with students, but they parted to let us pass. Everyone greeted her with an upbeat hello and she knew each students' name. We popped into the teachers' longue for a quick introduction. The teachers, like the students, were trim, alert, and well-dressed. 

As she walked me back to the front door she asked, "So what do you think?"

"The co-operation you get from the kids is unlike anything I've seen. How do you do it?"

"Well, to simplify, we got the kids to buy into what we do here. We identify the class leaders and get them aboard. The rest follow."

"I noticed how trim and well-groomed everyone is."

"We convinced the state to put in a pilot exercise and nutrition program six years ago. It's really taken hold. Even our faculty eats the cafeteria food, it's quite good."

Diane walked me to my car and took my hand in hers. "There are four candidates for the job. I've interviewed the other three. I am going to recommend you to the Board. That's not a guarantee, but," her tone confident, "in my years here they've always accepted my recommendations."

I felt no need to be disingenuous. "Well, Eisenhower was first on my list before today and today, well, was beyond impressive. But don't you want to talk to my references?"

"I already have. If you have any questions, please call, and once you get situated here let me know. I'd love to have your family over for dinner."

* * * *

The move went perfectly. Bruce liked the people at the new office . Diane and I got together regularly; a warm friendship seemed to be developing. And while Julie at first balked at the move, she quickly adjusted, helped along by a budding friendship with Diane's daughter, Ivy. 

* * * *

At the beginning of each semester I give weekly pop quizzes. They are more for my benefit than anything else. Since they test what was taught that day, they let me know how effective my presentations are, who is paying attention, who is not, and what needs to be re-tooled and re-emphasized. After three weeks the oddest indication I was getting from the tests related to a single student, Kevin Pearson. His three pop quizzes were awful; he seemed to be barely paying attention. Yet he had aced the first test - his was the best grade in the class — and he ranked among the school's top students. He was not a behavior problem in my class or anywhere else. He was, in fact, the kind of kid I wished my daughter would date, smart, polite, well-mannered, star of the debate team and although not the kind of hulking athlete my daughter had shown a preference for, a good looking kid with a long lean body, bright blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and a ready smile.

After class on Thursday I called him over. When I mentioned the quizzes he, uncharacteristically, snapped, said he didn't want to talk about it, and scurried out of the classroom. The following day, after most of the students had fled, Kevin, abashedly, approached me.

"Mrs. Huff, I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday. It was uncalled for."

"Apology accepted. I wanted to ask you about was the pop quizzes."

"Yeah, I know, I've botched those."

"I'd like to talk to you about them. It is something I am doing?"

He let out a long thoughtful breath. "No, you're a great teacher. It's all me. It's also embarrassing."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

It was clear that he was not at all sure he wanted to talk about. After a long delay he said, "Is there someplace we can talk in private?"

Recent scandals being what they were, the school system had a rule against closed door meetings between teachers and students.

"The rules preclude private meetings with students."

He thought for another long second and then it seemed like a light turned on. He fired up his computer to a recent article about an old water mill site about fifteen miles north-west of town on the Cache la Poudre River.

"How about this? In class you talked about the importance of water mills in early economic development and I remembered reading about the ruins of one near here. I was thinking about taking a look at it this weekend. Why don't you join me, we can call it for exploration for a field trip and we'll be outdoors."

My positive reaction was motivated, in part, by a student who was so demonstrably interested in what I was teaching that he did his own research, in part because I was thinking maybe I could get him interested in my daughter, and in part by curiosity about what he was too embarrassed to tell me. I agreed to go. On Sunday afternoon my husband was playing golf. We made plans to meet at the site at 1:00.

* * * *

When I arrived at the bridge over the river he was already there, carrying a back pack and wearing hiking shoes, a tee shirt, and shorts. He had nice lean legs

"How long have you been waiting?"

"I got here about forty-five minutes ago. I wanted to find a trail to the river."

As we moved down the trail he mentioned he had ridden his bicycle over the bridge without knowing what was below. After a few questions I learned he regularly did fifty and one-hundred mile rides by himself and with friends, which explained his lean muscular body. We reached the river bank and soon found what we were looking for. The river ran by in rapids, a result of a steep drop in grade. Above the rapids someone had built a canal, channeling the water away from the river. Because the bank did not drop as steeply as the river, the builder was able to construct a waterfall, where the plunging water turned a water wheel which powered the water mill. The mill was gone, but its foundation and that of the near-by ore processing plant it powered were evident. A few minutes exploring in the near-by woods turned up the piles of minerals discarded after purification. 

When we were done Kevin pointed out a lovely spot, it was shaded and the ground soft, overlooking the river. He pulled off his back pack. 

"I packed a light lunch. I hope you've not already eaten." I had had a bagel for breakfast, but was hungry after our exercise. I told him lunch was fine.

He laid out a blanket, served me chicken salad and marinated brussel sprouts, and handed me a bottled water. He leaned back against a tree. 

"I want to apologize again for snapping at you the other day. What I've got to say is embarrassing and, well I'm afraid, disrespectful. I don't' have the right to talk to you this way, but I don't know how else to say it. I guess I'm apologizing in advance. I mean no offense. When you want me to stop, please say so."

Kevin was not a kid to get flustered or intimidated. Intrigued, I asked him to go on.

"Mrs. Huff, I can't be the first person to tell you that you're not only beautiful, you're classy, intelligent, and graceful. Everybody in the class noticed it the first day you walked in.

He hesitated, turned a light shade of red, and went on. "I guess the place to start is, and this is the part where I just feel impudent, is well I've got a crush on you. I start every class determined to pay attention, but soon I'm completely distracted. I should be thinking about what you're saying, but all I'm thinking about is how desirable you are, how beautiful and smart and sexy you are. By the time you hand out the pop quizzes, I've missed half of what you've said. I'm sorry, I know I've got no right to feel this way."

While he seemed to expect me to be offended, my reaction was the opposite. I felt complimented by what he was saying and by his earnest manner. And despite his characterization of his feeling as a schoolboy crush, he was far too mature and self-possessed to have his desires so dismissively described.

I ran my hands through my hair, pushing my brown hair away from my face. I touched his shoulder. "Kevin, its really quite a compliment. It's nice to know that at least one young man still finds an old lady like me attractive." 

Relief spread across his face.

I fished for another compliment. "But you said everyone felt the same as you when I first appeared. No one else is having the same problems with the quizzes that you are."

He studied my face for a second. He had thought about this question. He didn't want to answer, concerned I might take offense. 

"Please, Kevin, go ahead. I'm a big girl."

That drew a smile. He collected his thoughts and steeled his courage. "Okay, I have an opinion, but I mean it's only my opinion. The young pretty teachers, the ones right out of college, their way of dealing with the guys in the class is to flirt. The guys, well they think they're flirting because they're desirable; they haven't figured out that's the way an attractive twenty-two year old relates to a bunch of guys. When you walked in, as beautiful as you are, they expected the same. But you never did. You're well prepared and professional. Everyone noticed your looks, but it's not the way you get people to pay attention; you depend on your skills. The guys were looking for you to flirt and when you didn't, they figured you're..."

He stopped, he couldn't find the words. I finished the sentence for him. "They thought I was a cold fish." I had heard the term applied to me before.

He nodded his head yes.

"And you didn't."

"No, ma'am."

"Why not?"

"I guess the short answer is that adults don't flirt with teenagers. The longer answer is that women in their thirties don't look like you unless they work at it, watch what they eat, exercise, take care of their skin. A woman who didn't care about her looks, who didn't care about her appearance, couldn't be as beautiful as you."

What I thought was that I wished my husband appreciated how hard I worked at it. What I said was, "Thank you." I also blushed. 

"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."

"It's fine. How have you tried to deal with this?"

After a moment he said, "Well, at first I thought it'd just pass. It didn't. The more time I spent in class the more entranced I became. Then I thought maybe I could just get it out of my system. I have a female friend who is always up for a good time. She is in one of your classes and is bi-sexual. She sort of has a thing for you also. So I suggested a role play. She would pretend to be you and seduce me. It was great fun but it didn't help. It only made it worse."

My god, I thought. There was a girl in one of my classes having sex with Kevin and pretending to be me. Over the years I had seen the way the boys looked at me. I knew I was fuel for some masturbatory fantasies, but I had never contemplated two students conducting a role play featuring me. That was hot. Who was she? Pictures of Kevin with the various candidates flashed through my mind; I felt a sudden spasm between my legs.

"Have you tried anything else?"

"Right before class I have a study hall. Sometimes I leave early and masturbate thinking about you. It helps me focus at least for the first part of the class."

The mental image of Kevin with some of the classes' girls was replaced by him stroking his penis. Where did he do it? How long did it take? When he walked into my classroom was his penis still swollen, still dripping cum?

He took my pause as disapproval. "I'm a kid. I know I have no right to use you in my sexual fantasies. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Kevin, sexual fantasies are perfectly normal. Tell me, what do you think about?"

"Mrs. Huff, my thoughts are very, well," he struggled to find a safe word and settled on explicit. "My thoughts are explicit and use explicit words."

"I understand, I know the words."

Tentatively, he said, "Are you sure? You don't mind if I say fuck?"

I felt a twitch between my legs. I knew I should terminate the conversation, but slowly, deliberately, drawing out the sentence's third word, I said, "No, Kevin, fuck is fine."

The walls of my vagina twitched again.

"How about pussy."

"No, no, Kevin, pussy is fine too." Again, I drew the word out, giving it a sensual twist. There was another twitch in my pussy. 

His tone grew confident. He was no longer tentative. "When I fantasize they're not breasts Mrs. Huff, they're tits."

My nipples hardened. Could see them? No. his eyes stayed on my face. The walls of my vagina swelled. I laid my hand and its dark mocha nails on his arm. 

"I understand Kevin, when my husband and I make love," which wasn't often enough, "I call them tits myself." 

My voice was getting husky. Kevin couldn't help but notice. 

"When I masturbate it's not making love, its fucking."

I stared at him, mouth slightly ajar. "Yes, Kevin, I understand, fucking."

"Fucking your sweet pussy with my hard dick, Ms. Huff, is that okay; does that offend you?"

I knew I should stop, but I ran my tongue across my lower lip and looked down. He was hard. "Yes Kevin, it would be natural when you fantasize about you and I together, you would think about fucking my hot pussy with your big fat hard dick."

There was a bright glow, getting brighter, between my legs.

"When you say the words Mrs. Huff, they don't's seem vulgar, just sensual and erotic. How about cunt and cock?"

I was on fire, my cunt's lips winked open, the flow increased and infused my pubic hairs. I looked for the strength to say this must end, but Kevin's voice pre-empted mine.


There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 01



"Before you arrived, Miss Huff, I masturbated. Down," motioning with his head, "by the river. I imagined I was eating your pussy. We were by the river, we hugged, kissed, caressed each other, I licked every square millimeter of your magnificent breasts. By the time I pulled off your pants your pussy was soaking wet. I buried my face in your cunt, wanting to just taste and smell you. I smeared your juice on my face, letting it seep into my nostrils.

"I pulled the skin taut above your clit, displacing the hood, exposing the nub. It was bright red, pulsating, waiting for me. I moved it around with the tip of my tongue, pushed it up and down, left and right, getting a feel for it. I lay the flat of my tongue on it and started licking, applying constant pressure, but varying the speed and force."

Good God, I thought to myself, this eighteen year old boy knew more about oral sex than my husband. What would it feel like to have his head buried between my legs?

"As I ate you, I catalogued the way you moaned, the way you squirmed, how the perspiration formed on your skin, how your muscles tensed, your breathing changed, how you tangled your hands in my hair, learning what your body loved best, what it needed. I wanted to taste your sweet cum in my mouth, hear you beg for release and then scream my name, but we were in no hurry, we were taking our time. You got more excited, your grunts became sharper and harder. You pushed your sex into my face and held my head tight to you. "

I saw in my mind's eye what he was describing. My cunt was on fire.

Then, abruptly, he stopped. Urgent with need, he said, "Mrs. Huff, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I masturbated before you got here, but I'm so turned on, I need to do it again. Would it be okay if I left for a few minutes?"

I thought about him out in the woods, his hand flashing up and down the length of his cock. I had never watched a man jerk off. No one would ever know. 

I almost spit out the words. "It's okay, do it right here, on the blanket, where it's comfortable."

Frantically he undid his belt, pulled down his shorts, and unleashed his penis. It was hard, engorged with blood. Heavy blue veins ran up its length to its purplish head. In light of his long lanky body I expected it to have an impressive length, and it did not disappoint, but I was surprised by its width. It was thicker, much broader, than I had anticipated. He grabbed it and squeezed, twisting his hand up its length. Drops of fluid poured out. 

"Kevin, what are you, tell me what you're thinking."

"Oh Mrs. Huff, I'm imagining that although we've done many things, I have still not been inside you. You invited me up here, you haven't told me why, but we both know why, it's time. We make out by the river for who knows how long, slowly peeling the clothes off each other. Then I lay you on your back, on the blanket. I straddle you. You take my erection in your hand, squeeze it, fit the head to your vagina. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. I want to plunge into you, but I also want to etch this moment into my memory, so I hold myself up and study your face, trying to see everything."

His hand flew up and down his cock. 

"You sense my hesitation; you lift your hips, sliding yourself around me. As you do so I enter you, our hips meeting in the middle and descending to the ground. 

"'Kiss me,' you say."

"I bring my mouth to yours and finding your lips open, slip my tongue inside. You happily greet it. Our tongues play together like long lost friends."

I had never heard sex described with such passion. I resisted, barely, the urge to plunge my hand into my cunt. I stared at his penis. Pre-cum streamed from it; he wouldn't last much longer. 

"I start moving inside you in short slow thrusts. I'm nervous, a little hesitant. You sense my concern, my fears of inadequacy, and pull me to you. I feel the warmth of your body, the perfection of your form, your hard nipples, the swell of your breasts against my chest. You pull my face into your neck and reassure me, 'It feels so good baby to have you inside me.'"

"I start to roll my hips, moving my pubic bone over your clit, trapping it, massaging it. You moan, your need is profound. You grab my ass and rock my hips against you."

He was on the verge of coming. I'd never watched a man masturbate; I'd never watched a man come; I couldn't recall being this aroused. I reached for his testicles, caressed his ball sac; it tightened and his balls shuddered.

"UNMMHHHHH, ...CUMMING."

And with that cum blasted from the head of his prick, spraying onto his shirt.

I was on fire. I scooped up his jism and brought it to my mouth. It was delicious, thick and creamy. My cunt ached; my hips humped the empty air. My hand, seemingly on its own, migrated south and pushed against my sex through my shorts.

"Let me help you, Mrs. Huff."

He undid my belt, pulled down my shorts, glued his mouth to my vagina, and started drinking the juice pouring from me. He did so with complete abandon; making an oddly erotic slurping sound as he captured every drop. A finger entered me as his tongue swiped my clit. I grabbed his head and pushed my hips into his face. "'EEEEYYYNNNNN... EEEE, EEYAAHHHHHHH!" It was heaven, his mouth was so good, his tongue so facile. I'd never been eaten me like this. My gut tore apart and an orgasm suddenly, out of nowhere and without warning, consumed me, setting me on fire. The muscles of my abdomen and thighs jerked and spasmed. I dug my fingers into the earth and rocked my hips forward, grinding my cunt against Kevin's magnificent tongue, groaning and grunting as shockwaves blasted through my sex and echoed throughout my body. 

Kevin continued swiping his tongue over my mound and along the soaked folds of my pussy. I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his face roughly against my dripping sex. Opne orgasm was not enough; I needed another. Kevin did not hesitate; he slapped my clit with his tongue, back and forth, like a boxer working a speed bag. Another climax punched into my core and I closed my eyes, riding the waves of ecstasy, enjoying every swipe and stroke across my happy swollen eager bud.

After several minutes, I'm not sure how long, I started to come down, the branches on the tree over my head came into focus. Kevin was on all fours, above me. He was studying my face; he had tossed his shorts aside; his cock bounced up and down. I reached for his erection. I wanted him inside me; I wanted him to pound my pussy like a piston. But I remembered what he had said; the first time with me he said he wanted it to be nice and slow. I placed the head of his dick in my vagina and pushed myself up to him. My pussy was moist and slippery; there was no resistance as, unhurriedly, I took his thick meat inside me. After our groins met he pushed me to the ground. I tried to wrap my legs around him and said, the urgency in my voice surprising even me, "Fuck me fuck me hard, damn you, fuck me silly."

But he was in control. "Soon, but for now we'll do it my way. I want to remember every sensation." He held himself up on his arms so he could watch my face and rotated his hips against mine, moving in wide circles, clockwise, counter-clockwise, then at random. He slid himself against me, up and down, side to side, and then in a seemingly impossible corkscrew motion. I had never been fucked like this before; he found places within me I hadn't known existed. He was low; it was delicious; it was perfect. My sex was a vast swamp of pleasure, a bog of delight.

Finally he dropped his body to mine and slid forward, moving his pubic bone hard against mine. My clit, trapped between them, throbbed in delight. As he did so he dragged his cock over the roof of my hole, across my g-spot. My clit, my g-spot, throbbed, expanding until they merged into one pulsating throbbing sun. Kevin's lips found mine and I kissed him hungrily and then pulled his face into my neck, whispering my delight. "So good baby, so good, oh please, you're making your teacher feel so good."

He picked up the pace. My voice quickened, letting out a gasp of delight each time his pubic bone rolled over my clit. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH OH, OH."

I dug my nails into his back. He had promised me a hard fuck. I needed it now. 

"Oh god, Kevin, your cock feels so good. I love it. I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me good, fuck me hard, darling."

I didn't have to ask again. Kevin smiled, his lust-filled blue eyes were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, and growled, "You've got it." He kissed me hard, shoved his tongue into my mouth. He sped up his thrusts and pounded me hard, pushing me into the soft earth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his body; I hadn't known my cunt could absorb this kind of assault. 

"Oh god yes, fuck me."

He drove his stiff cock in and out of me. The sound of his body slapping against me filled the air. My toes curled; the feelings in my pussy radiated through my body. 

"Oh fuck Kevin, so close, you're going to make me cum." 

Kevin fucked me even harder; he was an animal driving his manhood into me. I held on, loving the ride. 

"Oh yes...oh fuck yes...fuck teach, your pussy's so fucking hot."

His sweat dripped on me. I was tense, ready. And then Kevin's cock exploded, depositing his cum in my cunt. The sun burning between my legs brightened, brightened, and went supernova. I yelled, "OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD." Heat and light streaked through me. My eyes, shut tight, were startled by the blinding explosion of light and heat that coursed through me, unleashing a tidal wave of carnal delight. I dug my fingernails into his back, "CUMMINNNNG, OH GOD, OH GOD, BABY, OH GOD, OH GOD, CUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG

He lay on top of me for a minute or two, maybe longer. I had no way of judging time. He was breathing in deep short bursts, unable to speak. Finally, he rolled off of me. I slid my body next to his; I rested my head on his arm.

We lay there, enjoying the sunlight against our bodies, listening to the sounds of the forest and river, smelling the outdoors. At some point I realized, oddly, we both still had our shirts and socks on.

I was the first to speak.

"That was amazing."

His voice, subdued, relishing the sensation flowing in his body, "Yeah, amazing."

We were quiet awhile longer. I said, "I better get home, they'll be wondering where I am."

We dressed, gathered up the scraps of our meal, and he helped me up the steep hill. When we reached the top I said, "I've never done anything like this before, with a student, I need time."

He said he understood, gave me a kiss that let me know he did, and said "Hilary, what happened down there was real. It was wonderful. Don't overthink it."

On the drive home my mind flitted between warm feeling between my thighs - I could feel his cum seep from me - and three thoughts: I had cheated on my husband, I had fucked a boy less then half my age, I had fucked a student. Granted, it was the best sex of my life, but still it was a student. That I should tell him never again was clear, that I did not want to was also clear. At home I barely interacted with my family, retreating to the computer to review the plethora of stories about teachers arrested for sleeping with their students. I was struck by the tawdriness of the affairs, in a car behind a Wal-Mart or in a mini-van driven by the boy's friends. These kids did not had Kevin's taste. None had been seduced beside an isolated river under a blue sky on a perfect day.

After a shower I crawled into bed and asked my husband to make love to me. While it was the best sex we had in ages, it was because I dreamed it was Kevin in my bed. As my husband's snores filled the room I knew sex with the man next to me could never compare with what Kevin had brought me.



There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 02



All characters are 18 years or older.

*****

On Monday I asked Kevin to stay after class. With the classroom door wide open I said, "Yesterday, it was wonderful, but..."

"I was afraid of that but," he said, forcing a smile.

"I shouldn't have let it happen. It was my fault."

"Mrs. Huff, it wasn't your fault. It was my intent to seduce you, to make you my lover." 

His directness startled me. "Do you understand the consequences of what you're suggesting?"

"Yes." He was candid; he understood.

I looked out the window. I was pretty enough to capture the media's attention. I imagined a hoard of reporters, cameras in hand, filming me as I was led from the school in hand cuffs. I imagined my daughter watching me on television.

"No, it ends now."

I steeled myself for an emotional outburst or threat, but instead was met with a determination that matched my own. 

"The moment you walked into class I knew our bodies were designed to please each other, that someday you'd be mine. If there was any doubt about that proposition, it was settled yesterday. Yesterday was the best sex of your life, no rule or regulation will change that. I won't stop trying to make you my lover and, in the end, I'll succeed. It's what we both want."

I started to argue, but stopped. Continuing the debate, I realized, would only weaken me. I was already aroused and his calm confident tone only served to further incite my desire for him. If we argued, if I re-lived what happened the day before, I might just... It was better to stop. There was one more thing I needed to address, but wasn't sure how to raise it.

"There is something else, what happened, it needs to be kept private."

He listened, was confused for a second, and then understood.

"Are you afraid I'll brag to my friends or try to blackmail you?"

I was almost ashamed to admit it, but I was. "Yes."

He perceived my embarrassment and, surprisingly, moved to comfort me.

"I hadn't thought about that, but I can see why it would worry you. I haven't and I won't. What happened is between us."

He left the classroom. I wanted to beg him to come back, to make love to me one last time.

* * * *

Kevin was true to his word. He did not threaten or cajole me and if word of our liaison got out, there was no evidence of it. I was thankful. If word spread that Kevin had nailed the hot new teacher, most every girl in the class would throw herself at him (assuming they weren't already), but he kept the secret. Nonetheless, I could see his desire for me in his eyes and wondered if I looked the same; I often left class with underwear damp as my imagination replayed our encounter in the woods. While showering I'd masturbate while dreaming about Kevin taking me. If my husband wondered why I was suddenly more aggressive in bed, he did not ask why.

On the positive side, Julie was adjusting to the new school faster than I'd anticipated and was moving among a better class of friends. I could also tell from her good mood, gossipy phone calls, and endless text messaging that there was a proto-boyfriend out there.

About three weeks after my tryst with Kevin I arrived home, having stopped at the grocery store. The supermarket had been crowded and I was in a surly mood. My husband was watching television. I wanted to ask him to give me a hand unloading the car but in my present mood I was afraid I'd bite his head off if I got one of his half-ass answers.

As I lugged the groceries in from the car my husband yelled from the next room.

"You were right."

"About what?" I yelled back. Why couldn't he get his lazy butt off the couch, walk in here, have a normal conversation, and give me a fucking hand. 

"Julie, she's been seeing someone. I met him today. You were also right about getting her to new environs. She said he's one of the school's top students. Remember how we couldn't figure out how she got a 96 on her calculus exam. It turns out he tutored her. They're studying together now; she has another exam tomorrow; he's one of your students; he spoke real well of you."

"Did you catch his name?"

"Yeah, I think, Calvin or Kevin something."

My knees buckled. Fear, trepidation, and anger coursed though my body and reverberated in my voice. "Damn it, is that the best you can do, what's his fucking name!!"

My husband stumbled into the kitchen to issue one of those I-am-not-sure-what-I-did-but-I-better-apologize-to-the-wife-anyway apologies, but it didn't matter. I had run through the list of my students in my head. There was only one possible candidate for Kevin or Calvin something.

I poured my husband a few more drinks than usual that night and shuffled him off to bed. I wanted to be the only person awake when Julie got home. I wasn't sure why; I had no plan to confront her. Maybe, it was because I had no idea what I might do that I didn't want Bruce as a witness. 

She arrived home skipping, walking on air, glowing in post-orgasmic joy. Her eyes were lazy and dreamy and her face split by a wide smile. I knew the look; she may have been studying (her 97 confirmed she had) but any woman could see that she'd been fucked and fucked well. 

Julie kissed me affectionately and then hugged me. "Mommy, you were right. You always told me to date nice smart guys, but I liked bad boys, I figured they'd...," she stopped, realizing she had started a sentence she didn't want to finish. 

A pause and she re-booted. "But I got me a nice one now and he's great. He treats me well, helps me out at school, and," she paused, searching for a euphemism, "he's a wonderful kisser. He's even cute. He's one of your students, he says you're a great teacher." 

She hadn't yet told me his name. I steeled myself and put my hand on the side of her face, straightening her hair. "Honey, who is it."

"Sorry Mom, figured Daddy told you, Kevin, Kevin Pearson."

* * * *

I asked Kevin to stay after class the following day.

"How long have you been seeing my daughter?"

"A week, ten days. I'm in the tutoring program here. Mr. Hunakee said Julie was having trouble in calculus and asked me to help her. I did. We hit it off."

"Are you sleeping with her?"

I knew the answer. I'm not sure why I asked.

"Mrs. Huff, I thought we decided our sex lives were private."

"I want you to stop seeing her."

He didn't hesitate. "No. You may have the right to tell your daughter who she can date, but you can't tell me who I can date. If Julie tells me you've forbidden her from seeing me and wants me to respect your decision, I will. But I will not do your job. If you want to set limits for your daughter, do it."

I was stymied. I had expected him to crumble in the face of my demand, but he didn't flinch. And then he, in order to defuse the confrontation, approached me, his voice dropping a tone, becoming comforting and consoling. "I am not going out with Julie to get at you. I like her. We have fun together. I'm good for her." 

I thought about how happy Julie had been, how she had seamlessly integrated into the new school, and what a betrayal it would seem to her if Kevin, the nice guy, dumped her sans explanation or reason. Kevin studied my face. He saw my concern. 

"Okay, if you ask me to end it, I will, I'm not sure that I'd say, but I will."

In a barely perceptible voice I said, "No, no its fine."

"I will treat her well."

I desperately wanted his lips on mine. "I know you will." As he left I studied his body. My fingers, half consciously, ran across my chest, touching my erect nipples.

* * * *

It's hard to describe my feelings over the next few weeks. I had never seen my daughter this happy. Inculcated into Kevin's network of friends, she was getting the best grades of her life and she and Kevin got along famously. Kevin was endlessly inventive: he was always dragging Julie and the gang off to a free festival or concert, a hike in the woods, or a canoe trip down a wild stream. The spring in her step when she returned from dates confirmed she was getting fucked well and often. Part of me was happy. The part of me that was married to man who was more interested in golf than anything also, was not happy. The part of me that missed the sex was not happy. 

I don't want to condemn my husband. He was a decent supportive man. While he had never met all my needs, through my work and friendships I had built a satisfying life. But my husband was the only place I was getting sex and what I was getting was, at best, spasmodic, perfunctory, and barely-satisfying. He could not compare to Kevin; he could not compare to my own fingers accompanied by fantasies of Kevin. When Julie returned from dates, her skin flush with a post-coital glow, I imagined Kevin's big cock pistoning into her and wondered if his cum was dripping from her cunt. Was she a screamer? Did she squirt?

Despite my ongoing frustration all went well until a Saturday morning in October. Kevin had organized a group of students to clear trash from a river south of town. He had been working on the project with Julie and Ivy at Ivy's house the night before. Julie had spent the night there. At 7:25 A.M. I got a call from my barely conscious daughter. She and Ivy were supposed to have finished up after Kevin left, but had instead goofed around and then forgot to set the alarm so they could finish the work in the morning. Kevin was going to pick them up at my house at 7:30. She needed another hour. Could I detain Kevin?

Just then the doorbell rang. I told her good-bye and went to the door. It was Kevin. Always polite and cheerful, he greeted me.

"Morning Mrs. Huff. You look great."

I was wearing my grungiest robe and had neither combed my hair nor applied make-up. I did not look great.

"Thank you Kevin, but I just crawled out of bed. I doubt I look great."

"That's the thing about being a beautiful woman Mrs. Huff, you don't need all that stuff."

I was defeated. "Thank you".

I gave him the news. He didn't look surprised.

"I was over there last night working with them. They said they'd finish after I left, but they both had a pretty good case of the giggles. I didn't think they had much work left in them."

I invited him in for a cup of coffee and excused myself, hurrying upstairs to apply light make-up and lip gloss, comb out my hair, brush my teeth, and change to a nicer robe. My presence was undetected by my snoring husband. When I got back downstairs Kevin was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book he had pulled off our shelves. He had finished his coffee.

"Thank you for the coffee Mrs. Huff. I can leave and comeback. I don't want to be a nuisance."

"No bother Kevin. Julie asked me to detain you."

He smiled, that winning grin I liked so much. I couldn't take my eyes from his face. 

"Well it's hard to say no to a beautiful woman. May I have another cup of coffee." I nodded yes. He looked at my empty mug. "Can I get you some more while I'm up."

I handed him my mug. As he walked to the coffee maker I scanned his body, from head to toe, and then back up. There was nothing gaudy about his appearance. He had not knocked me out of my socks when I first saw him, but he was lean and muscular. His looks grew on you. When he turned back to me I scanned him again. I knew I shouldn't be that obvious, but the will was weak.

"Do you take milk or sugar in your coffee?"

"Milk."

When he opened the frig his eyes lighted on a rack of strawberries I had bought at the farmer's market the day before. I realized I hadn't offered my guest anything to eat. 

"Would you like some strawberries?"

"Yes, thank you."

He handed me my cup of coffee. When his hand touched mine a shock radiated through my body. I smiled, staring at him. His eyes locked on mine and then he retrieved the strawberries and walked to the sink. 

I knew I was entering a danger area. I wanted this young man. I should go upstairs and wake my husband, but I wanted a few guilty moments with Kevin. I picked up my cup of coffee and followed him to the sink, fiddling with the belt of my robe, loosening it, exposing a bit of the swell of my breasts. What harm could a little innocent teasing do? I put my coffee cup on the counter and while he washed the fruit stood close to him, too close, well within his space. My legs were spread apart, my body squarely faced him. He turned towards me; his eyes focused on my face. He didn't glance at my cleavage. I ran my hands down my body. He handed me a strawberry. I took it from him, letting my fingers sit in his hand, then pulling away slowly, letting my fingers drag across his palm. 

I bit off half of the strawberry, taking my time to chew on it.

There was a voice in my head screaming for me to stop. But it was a little voice, drowned out by the lie that there was nothing wrong with a little flirting. Nothing could possibly happen; we were in my kitchen, my husband was upstairs, my daughter would be home soon.

"It's delicious." I put my left hand on his arm and with the right offered him the rump of the strawberry. He ate it, taking his time, his eyes not leaving my face. I ran my hands through my hair, moving it away from my face.

He fished out another strawberry, feeding it to me as he had done with him. I put on a show with the next strawberry, biting slowly through the ripe fruit, taking my time, chewing it lazily, swallowing. My eyes were half shut. I licked my lips in a long languid motion. My breathing deepened. Only an idiot could miss what was happening to me. He was no idiot.

While his eyes never left my face, his hand slipped inside my robe, finding a breast. His thumb stroked the nipple; it, flushed with blood, sprang to attention. His other hand, in a single swift expert motion, undid the knot on my robe. It drifted open. There was no question he knew how much I wanted him, how I wanted what we had under the sun by the side of the river.

As my breasts swelled in his hand I tried, I really did, to gather together my wits, to ignore his soft blue eyes, the incessant nagging of my sex, and the electricity leaping from my breasts. When I told him no before he had respected my decision. I knew if I was going to tell him to stop, it had to be now.

He seemed to sense I was making an effort to rally myself, for he said something that threw me off balance.

"Julie's noticed the way you and I look at each other. She say's she thinks you have a crush on me and I one on you."

My voice was weak, unfocused. "What, what did you say?"

A finger teased the opening of my vagina, slid up my labia, and touched the hood encasing my clitoris.

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh."

"I said I did."

I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. His finger repeated its journey up my sex. My eyes closed; I moved my hips in a slight rocking motion. I leaned forward and touched my forehead to his cheek. My body was on fire, stoked by his touch and the revelation that my daughter had perceived my desire for her boyfriend.

My body trembling, my hands glided from his shoulder to his chest. "What did she say?"

"She said, 'Cool!' It seems all her boyfriends have, but I was the first to admit it. It didn't bother her at all."

He pushed the robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor. Any hope I had of saying no was gone. I spread my legs. He stroked the silky damp hair of my crotch. His head rested beside mine and he whispered in my ear.

"Do you still think of that time by the river. I do, all the time. Sometimes I do when I make love to your daughter."

His fingers grazed my wet pussy lips. 

"Do you?"

I shuddered with lust and rocked against his hand, my round fleshy tits jiggled, my thick nipples tightened. "Oh God! Yes! Yessss! All the time." Kevin captured a nipple, pinched it, caressed it, stroked it. He ducked his head and took it in his mouth. I grabbed his shoulders.

A finger was rubbing the oozing groove of my aching cunt, its lips swollen with desire. It entered me. The pleasure in my pussy was intense. My voice low, I panted, emitting a short hard breath each time his digit penetrated me. It felt so good, so damn good. 

He slid two, then three, fingers into my cunt, pushing them deep. I swirled my ass in rhythmic fuck-motions. He brought his thumb to my swollen clit, rubbed circles around it and then, expertly, pushed aside the hood and played with the bud directly. He captured a nipple between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. The pleasure in my breasts fed directly into my hot pussy. 

I was close to swooning. "Aannnnggghhh! Oh shit! Ohhnnn! Unnhhh!" 

My body was twisting and churning. He placed a hand on the small of my back, steadying me and pushing my pussy against his hand. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him; all my suppressed desire for him over the past months lived in that kiss. I shimmied my ass, pushed my pussy against his hand, which continued its assault on my sex. He changed the motion of his fingers. Instead of plunging in and out, he moved in a cork screw fashion. His thumb never ceasing working my clit. 

I had thought the intensity of my orgasms by the river were etched in my memory, but I was wrong. No memory could duplicate what this young man was doing to me. I was coming close to unglued. My body erupted in flames; hot flashes of incredible, unimaginable, pleasure streaked through my flesh. 

Flipping and churning my hips, fucking my pussy faster and faster against his hand, I cried, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Yesssss!" I was on the edge of a violent climax. With his hand pressed on my inflamed cunt, Kevin rotated me so my back was against the kitchen counter, allowing him to push into me with greater force. My jaw locked, I stopped breathing, I gritted my teeth, mumbling, "God, it's here! God, it's here, it's here, ohmigod fuck it's here!" 

Kevin pulled my head into his neck to muffle the sound and I shrieked, "Ahhhhiiieeeee!" Contractions wracked my uterus and vagina and my trembling body was devoured by the spasms of an explosive overwhelming climax. "Oh! Oh! Unghhhee! Ohhhhh! Unnnneeeee!" The hot come poured from me and I was battered by wave after wave of excruciating, almost painful, delight. He kept diddling my cunt and clit and another orgasm followed the first, almost strangling me with pleasure. 

I shook and rattled until I couldn't take any more. Exhausted, legs trembling, I turned from him and fell onto the counter, gulping air into my aching lungs.

He stood behind me, his hands ran up and down my back and sides. My pussy immediately started quivering; I was heating up again. While he stroked me, his voice calm and measured, he said, "Mrs. Huff, there is one thing Julie and I can't quite agree on. I've never fucked a woman's ass. I want to try it and Julie says 'no,' but her resolve is weakening. I've heard it can hurt and that some woman love it, other's hate it. And then, well, I've been longing for your butt for from day one. Think of it, you can satisfy my curiosity and protect your daughter at the same time."

I was in the stratosphere, floating along, weightless in post-orgasmic bliss. My body was relaxed, completely open to sensation and pleasure. I heard his words but only half understood them. Still, at the moment I was his, I could deny him nothing.

He knelt behind me and licked the opening to my anus. It felt so good. His tongue probed inside. I whispered, "Oooooooohh, feels so nice." I reached back and tried to spread my ass cheeks, but I was still far too spent to do so. My arms returned to the counter.

His tongue left my asshole, eliciting a soft groan of displeasure from me. I lifted my ass and spread my legs, offering him better access. A finger entered my cunt, coating itself with my juice. It felt good and then it was gone. I wanted it back inside me. And that's when it slid into my anus. There was no resistance, it was well lubricated and my body jello.




There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 02



He moved it in and out, slowly and carefully, taking his time. He wiggled it, stimulating the nerves gathered at the opening of my anus. 

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmm, yes, Kevin, so nice..."

A second finger entered my backside, then a third. Discomfort mingled with the pleasure. As these strange new sensations flooded my body, I began to focus on what he had said earlier. Was he really going to fuck my ass? I had never done it; most of my college girlfriends thought it bearable, a few swore by it. My husband had never asked. If there was ever a time to try it, it was now; my body was so limp I wondered if I still had bones. I was curious and I would be protecting my daughter.

I had also lost, to be honest, the power to say no to him. He could have me however he wanted. 

I tipped my ass up, tendering it to him. My voice dreamy, I said, "Its my first time too, be careful."

Although my arms were weary, I reached back and pulled my ass-cheeks apart. The absurdity of the moment snuck into my brain. Here I was, sprawled across my kitchen counter, my husband sleeping upstairs, offering my anal cherry to one of my students, who was also my daughter's boyfriend. My husband could be climbing out of bed right now, my daughter could be pulling into the driveway. When I imagined them stumbling in on the scene I felt a new eruption of need between my legs.

Kevin was in no hurry. He was transferring pussy juice to my anus when he spotted an open butter dish. With two fingers he coated the anal aperture with the butter and then pushed some inside me with his index finger. The fire my orgasm had extinguished was reborn, burning hot, consuming my flesh. I tried to relax, but as his finger moved in and out of my backside I began humping the counter. My asshole twitched open and shut. I found I could control the movement, biting down on Kevin's finger. I looked back. He was staring at my asshole. Was its pink virginity enticing?

He moved my hands from my asscheeks, replacing them with his own. Spreading me apart, he traced his tongue in a tiny circle around my anus. I shivered, moaned, "Yesss...," and pushed back. I captured the juice dripping from my cunt and stroked my clitoris.

Kevin stood. His tongue was gone: my asshole spasmed; I groaned in disappointment. He carefully coated his cock with the butter. My asshole spasmed again and I felt butter drip down my anal crevice; I must have forced some of it out. One of Kevin's fingers pressed at my asshole and it moved inside gently, easily, forcing more lubricant inside me. He rimmed my anus with his fingertip. The feeling was exquisite, but I needed more. I wanted him inside me.

"It's time Kevin, please, now."

He fit his cock to my anus. There was some resistance, less than I expected, before my ring muscle yielded and his cock head entered me. Still, more from the anxiety than any pain, I gasped. Slowly, carefully, he moved inside, gliding forward bathed in the lubricant his cock forced down my rectum. Soon he was all the way in, his hips against my butt cheeks.

I can't say it didn't hurt, but at the same time I felt pleasure radiating from places I would not have imagined possible. I loved the feeling of being stuffed full of his meat. 

I turned my head. "Give me a second." I lay there, focusing my mind on the sensations emanating from my asshole. I manipulated my muscles, squeezing down on him. I hadn't even noticed I'd stopped working my clitoris until his hand replaced mine.

Then I heard the upstairs shower. My husband was up.

Kevin spoke before I did. "How long are his showers?"

"Ten minutes. On the weekends, closer to fifteen, twenty."

"Good, we have time."

He began to ream my ass, slowly, sensually. He did not plunge in and out, but moved an inch or two, letting me adjust but still stimulating my anal channel. I slid my left hand down my body, covering Kevin's as he worked my wet cunt.

The momentary depression in my libido caused when my husband woke up was gone, replaced by the depravity of being ass-fucked in the kitchen while he was upstairs. I felt a connection to the boy behind me. He had plumbed a part of me I hadn't know existed. Whatever the future held, I was giving him something I'd never shared with anyone. Our bodies were perfectly in tune; I looked back at him; we watched each other's faces; we breathed together. The feeling in my asshole was one of pure pleasure. 

Then the perfect moment crashed. My husband yelled down the steps.

"Honey, where are my golf shoes?"

I pushed myself up from the counter. In a voice strained with sexual delight, I responded, "In the master closet."

Then to my lover, "We better hurry."

Kevin took hold of my hips and picked up the pace, moving with greater force but still employing short strokes. I pushed three fingers into my vagina, honing in on the g-spot. I had gotten lots of practice masturbating over the past few weeks; I knew how to control the pace, letting the pleasure build in ever-increasing surges. I trapped my clit against my body with my thumb. My tits swung back and forth in time with the motion of our bodies. Kevin started fucking me in longer and longer thrusts; the pressure cooker inside me heightening each time he plunged inside me. I let out short gasps of breath with each thrust, "Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh..."

And then another crazy damn fool question bellowed from the tops of the stairs.

"Honey, where are my golf shirts?"

I was so damn close. I was gasping for air. If I let go, if I yelled a response to my husband, I'd be unable to stop screaming. I muttered loud enough for Kevin to hear, "Hall closet."

"Mr. Huff, its Kevin, she said in the hall closet."

I loved this. I twisted my head around and put on my most wanton look.

"Is this what you dreamed about, fucking your teacher up the ass, putting your big cock in her tush?"

I had always been a good girl. It was thrilling to say those words, to feel this boy's cock in my ass, stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before. Kevin seemed surprised; he looked at me with his open mouth, amazed at my words. Then he picked up the pace.

"Ahhh."

My ass was so wet, so hot, on fire, burning.

"Ahhhh..."

It felt as if a steel rod was driven into me.

"Ohhhh..."

My mind reeled with pleasure. "Ahhhh..." I couldn't stand it anymore. Kevin's cock and my fingers had me on the edge. The thought that my daughter's boyfriend, my student, was ass-fucking me in the kitchen while my husband roamed about upstairs looking for a shirt was aphrodisiacal. My belly tightened; it was a great coiled spring and it and then I exploded, the orgasm rattling through my being. My convulsing ass clamped down like a vise and I shoved back onto his dick. Kevin's cock penetrated the deepest cavities of my rectum and a deep short grunt erupted from his solar plexus. His cum poured into my asshole. I tried, and failed, to muffle the sound of my own delight, "Uuuunnnnnhhhhhhhh..."

"Is everything okay?" There were footsteps on the stairs.

Kevin stepped back. His prick slid from my asshole. I lay face down on the counter, unable to function. Kevin pulled up his shorts. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

He left the kitchen.

"Nothing to worry about sir. I was helping Mrs. Huff rearrange some pots and pans and dropped a heavy iron skillet on her hand. She's got ice on it now, sir."

"Kevin, what are you doing here?"

He told my husband the story, drawing it out, making him laugh at the thought of Ivy and Julie getting up early on a Saturday morning to complete a school assignment. By the time Bruce got to the kitchen I had a washcloth filled with ice pressed to a non-existent injury. Kevin's cum, leaking from my ass, joined the juice from my cunt and dripped down my leg. I had enough time to clean it off, but I did not want to waste the chance to stand next to my husband with my thighs coated with the detritus of my infidelity. My face, still flushed, was unnoticed by a not particularly attentive man with his mind on golf. 

I excused myself to go upstairs and shower. By the time I got back downstairs my husband was gone and Julie and Ivy had arrived. Julie was making goo-goo eyes at Kevin. Lucky girl, I thought.

"Mom, you sure do look good this morning. Good night's sleep?"

It's amazing what a post-orgasmic glow can do for a woman's looks.



There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 03



The next day Kevin caught my eye after class. He was confident, non-confrontational. "Are you ready to become my lover?"

I hadn't expected him to be this direct. My cunt heated up. I did want it, but was I? I loved sex with him. I didn't say yes or no, which he couldn't help notice, but asked, "How would we explain it to my daughter?"

"Are you sure she'd object?" he quipped and instantly noted the stern look of disapproval on my face. This was not something I was willing to joke about.

"Sorry. We're working on it."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but took the opportunity to change the subject. When I asked him about the river clean up project he gave me a quick report, noting how hard Julie had worked. 

* * * *

The next weeks were pleasant, if uneventful. Teaching was going well; I received praise from both the students and administration. I also had to acknowledge that Kevin was good for Julie. He treated her with respect, she was getting excellent grades, and her social life was intense and rewarding. Her friendship with Ivy paralleled mine with her mother, Diane. I came to accept the fact that I had a thing for a student who also happened to be my daughter's boyfriend. I incorporated my desire for him into my truncated sex life. When she came home from a date, glowing with sexual satisfaction, I headed for the shower, where I brought myself off while fantasizing about Kevin. Outside of my encounters with Kevin, this was, in fact, the most satisfactory sex I had in years. Sex with my husband, when it happened, was desultory. 

* * * *

The school was holding a rally for our girl's soccer team, which was scheduled to leave for the state championship tournament. Julie was set to speak. I was in the office adjoining my classroom trying to finish grading some papers before I went to the presentation.

What I was really doing was gently touching my breasts and daydreaming about Kevin and I in bed together. I looked out my window; the main building was all but abandoned and, I thought, why the heck not. I pushed a finger past my panties into my vagina. I was slippery wet. It felt good. I had plenty of time, the rally was only just beginning. Then I saw Julie and Kevin sneak out of the gym's back door, holding hands. They must be headed for a quick liaison; the thought of it drove up the temperature between my legs.

I had two fingers buried in my cunt and one working my clit when my classroom door open. Startled and a bit frightened, I pulled my hand from my crotch, waddled to my office door, and cracked it open. Julie and Kevin were locked in a deep sensual kiss. Thoughts flashed through my mind: where had she gotten a key, what was the last time my husband kissed me like that (I think never), and damn, those two are sexy together. By the time I focused on what I should have been doing, getting the kids out of my classroom, several minutes had elapsed. It would be impossible to explain my delay.

So I watched. Kevin sat on the counter that ran along the back of the room. He was facing my direction; his pants were at his ankles. He and Julie, whose back was to me, were kissing, their lips and tongues frantically working against each other. She fisted his erection. Pre-cum dripped from its tip. Their stifled moans signaled the intensity of their arousal.

Julie finally broke the contact and checked the wall clock. 

"We better hurry."

She took his erection in her mouth. She was a woman on a mission. She displayed no subtle technique designed to slowly bring her man along. One hand rolled his balls between her fingers, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, twisting. Her mouth was awe-inspiring. She bobbed up and down, swallowing about four inches and then spitting out all but the head, where she paused, licked, sucked, before swallowing his cock. Her cheeks and tongue moved with passionate intensity.

My hand was buried between my legs, my fingers squeezing my love-bud.

Under this kind of assault Kevin couldn't last long. He placed his hands on her head, affirming but not guiding her motions, his body tightened, and he shot his cum into her mouth, accompanied by a single deep grunt, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH." She continued sucking and swallowing until she ingested every drop. She let the shrinking thing fall from his mouth.

His face full of appreciation he said, "Babe, that was amazing." 

I could only see the back of her head, but her voice was light, happy. "Thanks, anytime, but remember, you owe me one. Gotta go and practice my remarks." She kissed him on the lips, said, "See ya' soon," and disappeared out the door.

Kevin sat there, contentment evident on his face. I withdrew my hand from my cunt, thinking would you please hurry up and leave, I am so fucking horny and I need to finish.

Then he said, "Don't worry Mrs. Huff, she didn't see you." He jumped from the counter and ambled towards me, his face bearing the happy lazy look of a man who had just had his dick sucked.

I backed into my office. He looked over at the clock. "I was hoping we'd catch you in here. It was some turn-on, having you watch. Don't worry, we have enough time for you and Julie's speech. On your desk, panties off, please."

There was no resistance in me. I sat on my desk, took off my heels and panties, spread my legs, and trying to keep the plaintive tone out of my voice, said, "Please Kevin, I'm so horny."

He pulled up a chair and massaged and kissed each foot, sucked my toes into his mouth, running his teeth along their pads, and slid my heels back on. He lightly stroked my exposed beaver, bringing a groan from me that was a synthesis of need and pleasure. He sank a finger into me, coated it with my juice, and stood, pulling me forward. He held the finger between us; he licked up one side and I the other. We exchanged a soul-searching mind-bending kiss. I slumped back to the desk, holding myself up on my forearms. He sat down.

"Please Kevin, please."

Instead of attacking my vagina, which was wet, swollen, and desperate, he kissed my left knee and then moved up, nibbling and nipping the inside of my leg. By the time he got to the top of my thigh I was moaning; there was a direct connection between it and the quivering walls of my vagina. I was shaking, his mouth was millimeters from my snatch, and then he switched to my right knee, which he kissed and then nibbled his way north, closing in on my snatch. I laid back on my desk. Sexual satisfaction and frustration merged in my groans.

And then, with me laying spread eagled on my desk, my whimperings aching with need, he returned to my left knee, repeating the process. It felt like my vagina was growing, spreading down my thighs. I could not stand any more delay. When he reached the top I grabbed his head. "Please god, I need it now."

Kevin listened to his teacher. He hovered over my bush, enjoying the smell of my arousal, and blew a stream of air over it.

"Oooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He licked it once.

"Oooooooooooooooooooo... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"You taste good, pretty lady."

He spread the lips of my pussy and licked from perineum to fur, nice and slow. He purred, digging it as much as I. He repeated the process, maybe ten, maybe fifteen times. Each time he passed over my clittie my body convulsed. I pushed myself up to my elbows to watch, watch my student take me on my desk. 

"I could eat your sweet cunt all day long, but we have a speech to get to."

His fingers moved to the skin around my clitoris, pulling it aside. He blew on it, one long continuous stream.

"Ohhhhhh goddddd," I exclaimed, flopping back on my desk.

He took my clit between his lips, gumming it, moving it back and forth. I was breathing in short heavy bursts. He sucked it into his mouth, continuing to work it with his lips. He stopped sucking, holding it in place, slapping it with his tongue. I grabbed the side of my desk; my knuckles turned white. He started flogging my clit with his tongue, then sucked on it in while continuing the flogging, and then stopped sucking and continued the flogging. I was on fire, I didn't know a cunt could be eaten this well.

When I thought it couldn't get any better he ran the flat of his tongue, top to bottom, over my clit. Every nerve in my body - my toes, my fingers, my chin - burned. I locked my legs around his head, my black high heels pressed against his back. When I realized the sound of growing crowd in the schoolyard would drown out any noise I might make, conventions cracked. I grunted and groaned unashamedly, broadcasting the base depraved animalistic savage nature of the ecstacy pulsating in me. I was a balloon, inflated beyond its capacity, unable to sustain any more pressure, and then he pushed a crooked finger inside me, a guided missile heading to my g-spot. When he touched it, I exploded.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, EEEEHHHHYYYYAHHHHHHH!!"

I see-sawed on the desk, my body thrashing about. Kevin stood between my legs, took my hands in his, yanked me to him, and kissed me. His tongue tasted like my pussy and when we broke the kiss - I was desperate to fill my lungs with air - I looked at his face. It shone with my juice. I cleaned it with my tongue.

"If we're going to see Julie, we better get out of here."

He helped me to my feet. I pulled my skirt back on, hastily combed my hair, and followed him to the classroom door. He stepped outside and said, "All clear." He went left. I went right.

When I got outside the air wafting up my skirt alerted me: my panties were still on my office floor. I didn't have time to retrieve them. I joined the principal and other teachers as Julie presented the soccer coach with a Happy Birthday card signed by the entire student body. I tried, but couldn't focus on what she was saying. My mind was scrambled by what Kevin had done to me. I was also wondering who'd find my underwear. Whatever she said, however, it was well received. When she was done Kevin and I congratulated her. I slipped him my keys with instructions to secure my panties.

Kevin returned the panties after the day's last class. Julie then popped into the room. The two of them were heading for the soccer tournament. Our girls won the championship.

* * * *

In November the Nature Conservancy recognized the school's environmental club for the stream clean up I mentioned earlier. Club members were awarded two night's stay at the Grand Lake Lodge at Rocky Mountain National Park. Two teachers, including myself, and Diane, our principal, were assigned to chaperone. 

The second day I accompanied a group, including Kevin and Julie, on a ten mile hike. Kevin, who had studied the area's geology, played tour guide to those interested. It was interesting but I returned exhausted. After a long hot shower I dragged myself to the dining hall and the evening lecture. The speaker's presentation, especially after Kevin's, was sodden. I snuck out and headed back to my room. Yep, a teacher playing hooky.

I opened the door to find Kevin on my bed, his pants draped over a chair, and my fully clothed daughter, her hand wrapped around the base of his penis and her mouth around its top. 

As the light from the hallway bathed the room she turned towards me. 

"Mom, come in, close the door." 

I was more stunned then angry; I knew my Julie was sucking her boyfriend's fat cock, but still. 

"I can come back later. I mean, I..."

Julie stood, took my hand in hers, and tugged me into the room, swinging the door closed behind me. Her smile was almost wicked. "No, join us. You know you want to."

I was in the room before I realized I was moving. She sat me on the side of the bed. "Come on Mom. Our boy won't mind if we share. I can show you some tricks he likes."

I stammered, trying to frame a response, "But, baby, but he's your boyfriend."

She ran her hand along the inside of my leg. It felt good.

"Mom, I see the way you two look at each other. He's acknowledged he has a thing for you, don't you think its time you did the same?

Thoughts flashed through my head: Run? How did I end up here? Am I really going to do this? I can't do this! I did nothing,

"Hey mom, can you deep throat? He really likes it when I swallow his dick." Julie leaned over him, taking him into her mouth, and slowly swallowed the entire length of his dick. I watched her slim neck bulge as his cock slid inside. I imagined my mouth sinking over the length of his cock. Could I do it? 

I knew I should leave.

When she reached bottom she lingered. She was some cock-sucker I thought; I could learn from this young lady. The she slid back up, took one of my hands, and brought it to his exposed shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking. My daughter took the head back in her mouth, moving my hand to his heavy balls. I started playing with them. 

"Your turn," Julie said. She had his dick in her hands, pointing it in my direction.

There was no fight left in me. I was going over the line. I wanted Kevin, I wanted my student, I wanted my daughter's boyfriend. I couldn't think of a reason to say no, couldn't think of anything but how desperately I wanted this. I licked my lips, inhaled deeply, and gave reign to my desires. I bent forward, pushed my hair from my face, and swallowed Kevin's cock, furiously lathering it with my tongue as my head bobbed up and down. My daughter fisted the shaft; my lips occasionally bumped into her hand. 

I tried recalling everything I knew about cock-sucking. I doubted I could equal my daughter, but I wanted to give her a run for her money. I used my lips and tongue to lick, probe, suck, and caress his tool. Kevin's moans and groans grew louder. He tangled his fingers in my brown hair, urging me forward. My jaw ached; I sucked harder.

"He's getting close Mama, keep it up."

I ignored the pain; I sucked and licked. Kevin's movements became erratic. His hand closed hard on my hair; he pushed me forward and thrust into my mouth. 

"Unnhhhhhh." He spewed his cum, gasping as his jism exploded into me. I had only had the tiniest previous taste of his seed. Now there were gobs and it was delicious, thick and creamy, sweet and salty. Its taste was worth all the taboos I had just trampled, sucking off a student, licking my daughter's boyfriend's cock, sharing a man with another woman. It was crazy, but good crazy. 

Then my daughter found another taboo to violate. 

"Hey, no fair Mom! You always taught me to share."

I turned towards her. She smiled and licked up the drops of Kevin's cum that had leaked from the corners of my mouth. When I didn't react she grabbed my face and kissed me. I was caught off guard and my daughter took instant advantage, pushing her tongue into my mouth. At first, I was tentative, but was soon infected by her passion. I kissed her back, my lips and tongue working against hers. I placed a hand on Kevin's thigh and, as I moved it forward to balance myself, encountered his cock. It had returned to a full erection.

We broke the kiss and I thought, oddly detached for a second, that my daughter was quite a good kisser, aggressive, sensitive, and sweet. 

She stood up, said, "He's all yours," and left. 

I was disoriented. I was also as aroused as I'd ever been. I had permission; I could fuck Kevin. I went to rip my clothes off, but Kevin, who had slid to the head of the bed, his head resting on a pillow, said "Take your time, I like to watch."

And so I did. It was not the sexiest outfit I owned, but I made the best of it. I let the sandals fall from my feet and pulled my blouse over my head, exposing my sensible athletic bra. I removed my belt, unzipped my shorts, and turned around. After a shake or two of my ass, they fell to the floor. I pulled my bra over my head and tossed it at him; it landed at his feet. Now there were only my panties, which I removed and also threw at him. To finish, I inserted three fingers of my left hand into my snatch, held them up as the light glistened off the moisture, and smeared the juice across my right breast. 

I started towards him, but he held up a hand. I stopped. He got out of bed and undressed, imitating my strip show and inducing belly aches of laughter. When done he took my hand in his and kissed me while walking me backwards until I was against the wall, standing on a small mat, about two inches high. He ran his hands up my arms to my head, turned it to the side, and kissed my cheeks, chin, eyes, and nose, before running his tongue across my lips. They parted as if the Red Sea. Our tongues met and swirled together. His chest was pressed to my tits; his erection lay across my sex. I kissed his ear, exploring its contours with the tip of my tongue. I said what I thought he, with remarkable restraint, had yet to say.

"You told me so, didn't you. That you'd make me yours. I'll never say no to you again."

We were eye-to-eye, separated by millimeters. I loved the warmth of his body against mine; his breath against my skin; his hands on my sides. He bent his knees. I reached for his prick and set its head in my vagina. He rose, slowly; his cock slithered inside me. I put my hands on his shoulders. I had never been fucked standing up and was grateful that he started slowly, methodically, giving me a chance to understand the position. My wet cunt welcomed him and, knees bent and pushing from his hips, he entered me over and over. 

I relaxed, taking long shallow breaths, lost in what was happening between my legs. He put his arms between us, elbows on my breasts, hands on my shoulders, forcing me to lean back. His pelvic bone pressed against my clitoris with each thrust. I let out a short growl each time it rolled over my horny bud. I grabbed his ass, pulling it tight against me, which racheted up the sensations. He worked his left leg between my right and the wall; I wrapped my leg around his for balance. His cock penetrated me even deeper. He grabbed my suspended thigh to steady me and then rocked me back and forth; his thrusting tool shifting from left to right and, unbelievably, he penetrated me even deeper.

I was grunting and groaning, panting and wheezing, consumed by what he was doing to me. 

Then his voice, intense enough to catch my attention, "Listen."

People were outside the room, talking. Kids from the school were chatting in the hallway. They were only a few feet away, inches from where I was being fucked by one of their classmates. The thought was exciting, a catalyst for the burning fury between my legs. I kissed my lover and started groaning loudly. I knew that if I kept this up the kids would know their teacher's cunt was being filled with an impressively handled cock, but I couldn't stop.

"Put your arms around my neck."

I did and Kevin locked his hands together on my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued to fuck, our bodies banging against each other, as he carried me to the back of the room, against the rear wall.

I loved being taken by this man. I'd been wanting it for months. I had brought myself to countless orgasms thinking about it. I knew it was wrong, but my daughter had offered him to me, she understood. I recalled her lips on mine, the memory mingling with the jolts of pleasure radiating from my groin. I squeezed my thighs a bit tighter, narrowing my vaginal canal, enhancing the friction on his wonderful cock. I clenched my muscles, creating even more tension in my body. I felt the pleasure building.

"I'm so close, so close, so..."

He pinned me against the wall and let go of my ass, letting my legs slide to the floor, and started pounding my pussy. His eyes were shut, his face contorted with pleasure. He growled and he came, he was cumming inside me! His body shook and he struggled to suppress a scream, grunting in libidinous delight. 

As his cum poured into me, my cunt blazed and reality shattered. He pulled my face to his neck so I could scream into his shoulder as the orgasm welled up from inside me, the pressure exploding from deep inside my vagina.




There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 03



'Mpppppppppp... fffffffffffffffffff..."

He carried me to the bed. I spent the next, actually I have no idea how long, laying next to him, wallowing in how good my body felt. It tingled, everywhere.

* * * *

I drifted, slowly, back to reality. I snuggled up to my lover.

I was curious, not angry. Grateful actually. "When did you tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Then he figured out what I meant. "Oh, tell Julie about you and I."

"Yes," I replied. Only my post-orgasmic glow kept me from being annoyed at his playing dumb.

"I've not told her; she doesn't know."

"Then how come..." I stopped, at a loss for words.

He finished my thought. "How come she wanted to get the three of us together?"

At the moment I I did not catch the three of us part. I was thinking only of Kevin. I did not catch the three of us part. "Yes." 

"She saw how I looked at you and when she confronted me about it I said yes, I found you very attractive. Well, my word choice was a bit more tawdry. My honesty impressed her; her other boyfriends would check you out one minute and deny it the next. She's also noticed your interest in me - you'll have to ask her how she figured that out - and is aware of your husband's limitations as a lover. She listens at night. She started talking about ways to get us together. I, of course, encouraged her, but what happened tonight was her idea, although I guess I'll need to let her know."

Why should Kevin have all the fun? "No, I'll tell her."

I was growing tired and could still hear voices in the hall. Amidst a yawn, I said, "How do we get you out of here?"

"No need to worry. By now Ivy's in my room in bed with my roommate. Everyone assumes I'm in bed with Julie in her room."

I wanted to explore all of this further, but I was tired and with the concern about the sleeping arrangements addressed, I drifted into a comfortable sleep. 

* * * *

Movement on the bed and tongues and lips working my breasts ended my slumber. A hand covered my eyes. When I reached up to remove it Julie said, "No peeking. Kevin and I are having a contest, whose better at making love to your titties. Lay back, enjoy, and tell us which of your boobies is happier."

I tried to play the game, but failed. Both tits were loving the mouths and hands that licked, kissed, nipped, coddled and caressed then. One nipple was sucked into a mouth and lashed hard. The other breast was rolled forward and a tongue, leaving a trail of saliva behind, started a long firm journey that traveled around until it reached my nipple, where it delivered a long hard firm wet swipe.

My tits, both my tits, became the center of my consciousness. How was I to decide? Then, from the softness of a whisker free-face I knew which one was Julie. I couldn't let Kevin get any more cocky than he was.

"My left tit."

Julie threw her hands up in triumph. "I win, I go first."

Julie was naked. She was beautiful. Her bright eyes were light, almost sky, blue. Her skin pale, paler then mine. She did not share my wide mouth; she was more classically beautiful. Her nipples, unlike my small red ones, were large and brown with wide areolas. She had painted her fingernails, which were shorter than mine, pink. I knew all this, but the stirring in my sex at the sight of her, that was new.

Being awakened in the middle of the night by my naked daughter, who was lapping at my breasts with as much enthusiasm and more skill than she had exhibited as a new born, was a new experience. I decided to take the easy path. I just lay there. My teenaged daughter kissed my lips, then my neck, while squeezing my boobs. She began to work her way lower, returning to my tits, kissing licking lapping them. The sensations barreled down an expressway to my pussy; Julie pushed as much bliss down that road as it could bear. She circled my nipples with her tongue, bringing them to full puckered hardness before sucking them between her soft lips and working them with her tongue. I moaned, holding this sweet product of my loins to my chest. 

There was no fleeting about how wrong this was or that I was compounding my earlier error in judgment with Kevin. If to feel like this I had to abandon self-control and respectability, to become some sort of out-of-control slut, then let the slutting begin. I loved how Julie, and Kevin before her, made me feel. They were the right lovers, I wasn't going to give them up. 

Julie's fingers wandered down, across, and through my pussy hair. Another finger drew a line up my side. The touch was light, stimulating, arousing. It was Kevin. His dancing eyes were enjoying the show. I ran my hand down Julie's back to her tight little ass and kneaded her butt, letting them know I was more than willing to play. 

Julie rubbed my pussy with the heel of her hand, pressing just above my clit. I was dripping wet. I spread my legs wide and Julie pressed two slender fingers inside me, grazing my g-spot with her fingernails. I arched my back and pushed my sex into Julie's fingers. She slowly moved her fingers in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to a climax.

Her mouth left my breasts, to be replaced my Kevin's. She started kissing her way down my stomach. I moaned and closed my eyes as Julie approached my sex. An odd thought popped into my mind: I had never been with a woman. Was I bisexual? I guess I was about to find out.

As she moved down my cries got louder; I twisted this way and that, taking advantage of the big bed. Then Julie pulled the skin above my clit and kissed it, just once.

'UUUUHHHHHH... HHHHHHHHHHHH... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... HHHHHHHH!"

God fucking yes, I was bisexual. My cunt swelled and pulsated, spilling juice. It took me a second to realize Kevin was gone. I opened my eyes; he was at the foot of the bed. He spread Julie's legs and kneeled between them. One hand went under her body to her cunt; the other landed on the small of her back. He looked me in the eye, winked, and bent forward, dragging his tongue up the crevice of her ass. Julie raised her head and squealed. Kevin rose up on his knees, fisting his prick. Julie turned her full attention to me, sucking and licking my clit while frigging me hard with two fingers. After several minutes, when she had be helplessly bucking my groin into her face, she turned to Kevin. "Fuck me now!" It was a demand, not a request. He picked her up to her knees and effortlessly entered her. 

I played with my nipples with one hand, stroked Julie's short blonde hair with the other. I was no longer a respectable school teacher; I was a nymphomaniac with two exquisite wonderful lovers whose ages, combined, did not equal my own. Julie was moaning into my cunt and the look on Kevin's face made it clear that my daughter's pussy was wet, hot, and tight. I sailed along, my pussy pulsating with my daughter's expert tongue, my eyes aglow with the sight of Kevin fucking my child. I groaned and overflowed with pleasure. It was no longer clear on how long it had been going on when my entire body tensed. I dug my heels into the bed and my toes curled. Insatiable Julie slurped away at my pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God, Oh God!!" I cried as I came, arching my back, pushing my pussy into my daughter's face.

As I squirmed in orgasmic joy, Julie kept licking me, walking me step-by-step back from my peak. Finally I just lay on the bed, my breathing deep and regular. Kevin, mesmerized by the power of my orgasm, had stopped fucking my daughter. Julie pulled her head from my crotch; her face, covered with pussy juice, was split by a wide smile.

"Did I do good, Mommy?"

As to my answer, interrupted by several quick breaths, there was no doubt. "Oh yes baby, you did real good. It was wonderful."

"Good, I want to do it again. Now Kevin, fuck me."

Kevin obeyed. He resumed fucking her and Julie, her Mom temporarily satiated, turned her full attention to the cock pumping in and out of her cunt. Kevin took his time, varying his motions, in and out, left to right, and in short circles. I was rapt watching Kevin fuck my little girl, shoving his cock in and out of her. Drops of spittle dripped from her mouth and she moaned incoherently, effortlessly absorbing every inch of Kevin's fat cock. I couldn't wait until it was my turn again. The bed rocked with their rhythm. I crammed two fingers into my pussy and extended my foot to caress Julie's breasts, which swayed under her body. She opened her eyes and nodded her appreciation, before closing then to focus on the fire between her legs.

They were fucking harder and harder, their moans sharper, less coherent. Their climaxes were inevitable. Then it was Kevin who shoved in hard and stopped.

"CUMMMMINNGGGG, DAMMMNNNN, TAKE IT ALL."

That was all Julie required.

"OHHHH YAAHHHHHH, MEEEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

Julie slumped forward, her head landing on my stomach. Kevin slid forward on top of her and rolled to the side

After a brief respite we went at it for another several hours. When they left the room at 4:00 A.M. Julie switched off my alarm.

"Last night I told the Principal you were running a fever. She told me to tell you to sleep in. She'll check on you in the morning."

There was no objection in my orgasm riddled body.

* * * *

I heard knocking. I looked at the clock. It was 9:00 A.M. I bolted from the bed and put on a light robe.

"Who is it?"

"Diane." My daughter's cover story of the night before came back to me.

I opened the door. Diane stepped in the room. She placed a soft hand on my forehead and asked how I was doing.

"Fine, the fever broke a few hours ago."

"You look a bit wan, it must have been a long night."

You have no idea, I thought. "Yes, I'm still a bit worn out."

Diane touched the sheet. "Wow, it must have broken. I can feel the dampness on the bed." 

She kissed my cheek. "Take it easy today."



There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 04



I skipped the morning's activities, happy to take the chance to rest. I hadn't been fucked like that in..., well, ever. I was sore; my pussy was sore. Nonetheless, I told Diane I'd be ready by lunch and when she asked if I felt up to accompanying some of the kids on a canoe trip, I agreed. After yesterday's hike sitting down seemed an excellent idea. I put on a pair of boat shoes, shorts, pulled a white shirt over a yellow bikini top, and reported for duty. 

It was a perfect day. The temperature was moderate, a few puffy white clouds drifted across a clear blue sky. There were twelve students, all couples, and six canoes. I scanned the crowd, seeing the kids with new eyes, wondering how many of them were screwing each other. My musings were interrupted by Kevin and Julie, who handed me a life vest and invited me to join them. I sat on the bench in the middle of the canoe, Julie was in front, and Kevin, after pushing the canoe into the water, sat in back. 

Unlike the day before, when Kevin had led the hike, today we lagged behind, providing the chance to share enough surreptitious caresses and kisses to keep us in a high state of arousal. When the group entered Bear Lake everyone but Kevin headed for a rock formation on its far side. He expressed a desire to explore a nearby stand of Colorado pines. I knew I should keep the group together, but temptation called. 

I was struck by the quiet as the other canoes receded. I could barely hear the burbling of Kevin's paddle as he propelled us forward. "I can't believe how peaceful it is out here," I commented, keeping my own voice low.

"It's one of the reasons I ditched the group," Kevin said, "quiet time is good time."

I turned to face Kevin. He was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans. He had kicked off his sandals when we entered the lake's placid waters. I leaned forward to caress his feet and legs.

"Quiet time is good," I said, "Are you two sure that being stuck with a teacher in the canoe is not going to cramp your style?"

The canoe rocked gently as my daughter moved towards me. Her hands took hold of the ties securing my life vest, loosening them.

"Yes, it's terrible," she said. "Kevin and I were planning to fuck like bunnies and now you're here."

Kevin, who was enjoying my fingers on his leg, smiled.

I leaned forward and dragged my fingers down his inner thighs. I looked at his shorts; I could see the outline of a swollen mass inside. My daughter's hands, which had succeeded in removing my life vest, reached under my white shirt and untied the bikini top; it barely clung to my breasts.

I hardly noticed. I was transfixed by Kevin's erection. Desire erupted within me. He had fucked me silly a few hours before and I was ready to go again. I reached for his cock, traced its outline in his shorts, and caressing the lump of meat with my fingers. 

"He does have a nice cock, doesn't he Mama. Even better, its almost always ready to go. Go ahead Mama, pull it out, let's take a look."

My heart pounding, I opened the button at the waist of his shorts and unzipped the zipper.

"Kevin, you aren't wearing underwear."

"Ah...no...I...I thought...maybe...well, it might get in the way." 

I ran my fingers up and down the shaft. The skin was stretched tight along the sides; his veins bulged. I swept a finger over the flared tip; slippery fluid seeped out. I massaged the pre-cum into the head. Kevin trembled.

"Do you like that, my darling? Does it feel good?"

"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Huff. Feels incredible."

"Kevin dear, maybe its time you started calling me Hilary."

Julie's hands reached around, pushed aside my bikini top, and squeezed my breasts. They swelled. I ran my trembling hands up and down Kevin's erection, loving its thickness and strength. It was unbelievably hard; I could feel the blood vessels pulsing along its sides. It seemed a miracle, the thing I had been craving for months was mine, mine to share with my daughter, mine to fill my cunt, my mouth, my butt. I took a deep breath, leaned forward, and kissed the tip. 

"Oh yes Mrs. H, Hilary, yes that feels good."

I grabbed the hem of Kevin's shorts. He shifted his position, allowing me to pull his shorts over his hips and past his knees until they lay around his ankles in the water at the bottom of the canoe.

"That's better sweet boy." Again, I kissed the tip of his shaft. My soft hair tumbled over his cock, tickling his belly and thighs, adding to the stimulation.

I moved forward and sat on the canoe bottom. Tilting his erection away from me, I licked the length of the shaft and swirled my tongue around the tip. Kevin clutched the sides of the canoe and moaned. I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed several times while staring into his eyes. Inspired by his moans, I tilted my head and lashed the side of the throbbing blushing organ, running my tongue up and down the side, rolling his balls in my hand. He rocked his hips, grunting, "Uh!! Uh!! Uh!!"

The canoe started swaying; better to calm things down. I released his erection, got up on my knees, using my life vest as a knee pad, and pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. As our tongues lashed together I undid his life vest, tugged his tee shirt up to his armpits, and began kissing his chest, licking, then sucking, his nipples. My daughter moved onto the bench I'd vacated and reached around to stroke my belly. Her hand moved down, unbuckled my belt, and found my wet vagina. Her fingers ran along my swollen pussy lips. 

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking. Kevin's gaze slid down my chest; my hard nipples were visible through my wet shirt. His cock was trembling and soft and strong and wonderful; passionate murmurs poured from his mouth. I bent forward, unfortunately pulling away from my daughter's hand, and took his erection back into my mouth, bobbing my head, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around the shaft while I caressed his legs and balls. I took him all the way into my mouth and then moved back until only the head was between my lips. I sucked with feverish intensity. I kept going. When his balls tightened up, I let his hard-on slip from my mouth.

"I'm sorry about cramping your style Kevin, but still, would you like to come? I do so want a mouthful of your jism. You can fuck my daughter later. I'd love to watch."

Kevin had lost the ability to make a smart ass comment. "Oh, God, yes. Let's get to the shore and ..."

I interrupted him with a kiss. "We don't have to go anywhere, darling. This is where your horny teacher is going to suck you dry. That is, if its okay with your girlfriend." 

I gave my daughter my best puppy dog look. She nodded yes, a lascivious grin displaying her perfect teeth. I dropped my mouth back over his rod and resumed bobbing my head while massaging his heavy balls.

Kevin was shaking. I recalled the fierce blow job my daughter had given him in my classroom. Cheeks concave, I sucked him with greater force. I was quickly rewarded; Kevin groaned, jerked, and grunted from the depth of his chest. His sperm surged up his cock and thick sexy cream gushed into my mouth, filling every crevice. I had to gulp the warm, viscous fluid down to keep from gagging and kept sucking until I was sure I'd swallowed every drop. I gave his softening penis one last kiss and let it slide from my mouth.

My daughter placed her hands on my upper back, leaned forward, whispered, "Damn Mom, you are some sexy," and tugged my earlobe with her teeth. She nibbled her way down, then back up, my neck. She turned my head towards her, kissed my chin and cheeks, and brought her mouth to mine. We shared the taste of her boyfriend. I rested a hand on her leg. 

She undid her life vest and tossed it behind her. I embraced her, crushing her body to mine, and sliding my hands up her back, drawing her closer, and undoing her bikini top. Our tongues danced together and then searched out the hidden crevices of each other's mouths. I moved my hands to her front, pulling the bikini from her breasts and running my hands up their plump sides. Julie pressed hard against me; I released her breasts and slid my hands along her now naked back. I kissed her neck and then lowered myself to the bottom of the canoe. My face was level with her breasts. I put my arms around her waist and kissed and licked her titties, avoiding her stiff throbbing areolas and nipples.

When she understood what I was not doing Julie said a single word, "Please."

I flicked a nipple with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. I bit and tugged on it and released it in favor of her other nipple. Julie was jabbering incoherently and rocking her pelvis. I reached between her legs and rubbed her mound through her bikini bottom. The canoe was soon moving to the rhythm of Julie's moans and Kevin started paddling towards the shore, creating enough stability for Julie and I to continue. I increased the pressure on her sex, the wet fabric molded itself to her mons and pussy lips. Julie pushed her hips against my hand and covered my hands with her own, the heel of her hand on her clit. Soon she was gasping for air and then, in one short hard second, she jerked and came, and collapsed against me. She slid to the floor of the canoe - Kevin hung his legs over the side to make room - and rested her head on my shoulder, her arm around me. 

"Are you alright?" I asked, running my fingers through her short blonde hair.

"Mmmmmmm, Mama, sure am."

When we reached the shore I stepped out of the canoe and scanned the lake; the rest of our group could be barely made out in the distance.

I held out my hand for my daughter. "Come on, baby." She grabbed it, her balance still uncertain.

I asked Kevin to toss me the blanket we had packed and to keep watch. Julie and I had some unfinished business.

"Anything to please the ladies."

At a flat soft spot behind a sandstone boulder, I spread the blanket, slid out of my shirt, discarded my shorts, and pulled Julie's bikini bottom over the curve of her ass. I stopped to admire the beauty my daughter had become, her blue eyes, her blonde hair, her flat muscular stomach, her round gentle face. Julie returned my stare, smiled, and moved forward, taking me in her arms. She caressed and kissed my shoulders, leaving a trail of goose bumps. Her gaze turned to my firm swollen breasts. While her hands floated across my abdomen, she took a nipple in her mouth, sucked it voraciously, and then licked across my stomach, stopping briefly to explore my navel. Her fingernails moved up and down my thighs and circled around to my butt. She returned to my breasts, took the other nipple in her mouth, and teased it until I thought it might explode. We enjoyed a deep long kiss.

Julie sat down and in a voice laden with lust said, "Lie down." I followed her to the ground. We lay on our sides facing each other. I captured her lips with mine, stretching her lower lip. I sucked one of her fingers into my mouth. We kissed again. As our tongues danced our hands roamed, massaging arms, backs, thighs, breasts. The tempo of our caresses and kisses increased. Julie nudged me onto my back and rolled on top, our lips never breaking contact. Julie sucked and kissed my sensitive neck and kissed across my chest and stomach. She raked her fingers through the dark curls of my mound. My body shivered; moisture saturated my pubic hairs. I was desperate to cum. She spread my pussy lips wide, blew a stream of air over them, and alternated between licking and stroking them. She took her time, taking breaks to kiss my thighs. 

Julie's teasing was effective. She had pushed me to the edge of sanity; I was desperate; I needed to cum. And then she sucked my clit into her mouth: my back arched, I grabbed the blanket, my breath came in short pants. I thought about staving off the orgasm, drawing it out, but Julie would have none of it; she sucked and licked my clit and when my orgasm arrived I howled like one of the creatures which whom we shared this desert. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations smother me.

Julie kissed her way back up me, arriving at my mouth. Her fingers entered me. I sucked on her tongue, I liked the way I tasted. She kept at it, fingers stroking my g-spot, thumb working my clit. I moved my hand to her mound and entered her, trying to mimic her fingers, but I was far too aroused for any co-ordinated movement. I was powerless; there was another orgasm about to be born within me; I was its slave. I heard the voices of the other students heading our way. Their approach made it seem so much more licentious, debauched, wanton, debased. My loins exploded; my depraved scream was muffled by my daughter's mouth.

My eyes were shut and I was gasping for air when a shadow fell across my face.

Kevin's voice intruded on Eden. "Out of time ladies, the rest of the crew is almost here." He handed us our clothes. We put them on and got in the water to wash away the evidence. Julie took the chance, shielded by Kevin's body, to kiss me on the lips, murmur an endearment, and remind me I owed her one.

The group headed back to the lodge. We washed up and boarded the bus for the trip home. Diane and I chatted on the way back. As we pulled up Kevin offered to give us a ride and help us unload. I called my husband, let him know he didn't need to pick us up, and affirmed he had not prepared a meal. I called Domino's. After we got into Kevin's truck I turned to my daughter. "I need pointers on how to swallow a dick."

Julie undid Kevin's zipper, pulled out his cock, and on the way home provided a quick tutorial.

Upon our arrival Julie, Kevin, and I emptied the truck. My husband sat, rising only to amble to the door when the pizza arrived. Julie took that opportunity to trap me against the refrigerator and slip her tongue into my mouth. While my husband invited Kevin to eat with us, he consumed his four slices in front of the television; Julie, Kevin, and I ate at the table, which screened our feet as we massaged his crotch. 

When done Julie and I cleaned the plates. Kevin watched, fondling our asses. Julie scooted back to the living room to ask her Dad if she could show Kevin pictures from the trip on the computer in her room. 

My husband looked at me. Was it okay? We had rules about entertaining boys in her bedroom.

Standing behind his chair, my hand running lightly up the length of Kevin's erection, I said, "Julie, I'd like to see them also."

Her voice ingenuous, she said, "Great, why don't you join us Mom."

My husband, grateful for a solution that did not involve him, sank back into his chair to focus on the television. The three of us headed upstairs.

Kevin sat on Julie's bed. She pulled his shorts down to his knees. His erection swung freely. I sat next to him. Julie switched on her computer and pulled up a chair. I wrapped my hand around Kevin's pulsating member.

"Okay Mama, you wanna to learn and I'm ready to show you how to deep throat our boy here, but I have one condition."

"Which is?"

"Well, you gotta promise that yesterday and today were not one time things. From now on you'll be our lover, a hot cunt always ready to go." 

Time to play coy.

"Are you guys sure? Do I really turn you on? I'm an old married lady. Julie baby, you have this well-hung stud. And Kevin, you have my hot young daughter to fuck. Julie, are you sure you won't tire of sharing your boy friend with me?"

"Not as long as you're my horny little cunt-munching Mama. Then I'll be fine if you wear Kevin out. As to Kevin, what young man doesn't fantasize about turning his hot teacher into his fuck-toy?" 

This exchange, its crudity and degeneracy somehow intoxicating and exciting, set off fireworks in my sex; I couldn't believe I was talking like this. I rubbed my legs together. My daughter caught the movement. She leaned towards me and her soft wet tongue probed my ear while a hand ran up the front of my tee-shirt and covered my breast, fondling it through my bra. I gasped and pressed against her. Her arms circled my waist. I kissed her lips.

"Okay, but I have one condition. I'll need to be fucked a lot."

This time Kevin responded. He returned my hand to his dick and said, "Done." 

"Oh, honey, I am going to be sooo good to you." I kissed my daughter and then kissed Kevin's cock-head. His fat cock shook and bulged in response.

I grasped the head and, using his pre-cum as lubricant, twisted it in my hand.

Julie's bra landed at the head of the bed. Her hands worked up my back and undid my bra. She reached under my shirt and pulled it from my breasts. I turned to my daughter and kissed her. Our hands squeezed each other's breasts through our shirts.

"Mom, I've wanted this so long. I love your body."

I pulled my tee shirt up over my head, removed my bra, and cupped my tits, holding them up for inspection. Julie looked at Kevin, then back at me, and ran her fingers over my boobs. I gasped when she reached my nipples. Julie took the hard nips between her fingers, squeezing them.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels good."

"You sure?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, fucking perfect baby." 

I pulled up my daughter's red shirt. Her breasts were slightly larger than mine and perfectly round. The large brown nipples were hard. Her tits were perfect, beautiful.

I ran my thumbs across the nipples. She gasped and squeezed mine harder. I moaned, leaned forward, and sucked the areola into my mouth. Julie cried out. I swirled my tongue across and over the hard flesh. 

Then I decided to try something different. I pressed my naked breasts to hers, sliding them back and forth. Julie loved it; she closed her eyes and moaned as our tits merged. Julie fastened her lips to mine. Kevin, not wanting to be left out, stroked the sides of our enmeshed breasts.

And that reminded me: we were here to swallow Kevin's cock. I reached for his thick erection, pumping the sizable tool. 

My motion caught Julie' attention. She ended our kiss and reached for her boyfriend's balls. I ran my hand down to the base of his instrument. Julie took him between her lips, holding the head in her mouth, bathing it with her tongue.

When done she said, "Now Mama, when you deep throat a man the first thing is to make sure he is well-lubricated."

I took that as an invitation. I opened my mouth wide, flexed my jaw, wiggled my tongue, and lowered my face over his cock, pushing down until he reached the back of my mouth. It took time and I had to fight the urge to gag, but I got there. I rotated my head in small circles, letting his dick slide around the inside of my mouth. Kevin moaned, I released his tool, and smiled at my clearly delighted daughter.

Julie winked and took him into her mouth, bobbing her head while fisting the shaft. When she released it, I leaned in. Julie and I licked the head and ran our tongues down the sides of his shaft, and then licked back up. When our mouths met at the tip, I kissed her deeply, our tongues played against each other before we returned to his cock.

I folded my lips around one side of the shaft; Julie did the same. Kevin wrapped his fingers in our hair and slid his cock between our mouths, thrusting faster as we got the hang of it. I rubbed his balls. When he pulled his cock all the way out I guided it into my daughter's mouth. He pushed hard into her; she moaned, her eyes rolled back in her head. He started pumping it into her mouth; more and more disappeared; his cock must have been moving into the opening of her throat.

When Julie let go I took him back into my mouth. 

"Okay Mama, take Kevin as deep as you can, do it until you're uncomfortable and then hold him while still licking him. You'll start to build up a real thick heavy spit, keep doing it until your mouth is full."

I took her advice, staying just this side of gagging. She was right, my mouth filled with a slippery mucus. As my apprehension faded I pressed his cock deeper into my mouth, learning to suppress my gag reflex. The spit was working. He easily slid in and out, it was the most pleasurable friction imaginable. The heavy spit also made it easy to frig his shaft. I soon got it down: swallow his dick, pause when uncomfortable, let the spit flow, repeat. Julie kept her eye on my progress and her fingers on my hard nipples. I sucked Kevin even harder. 




There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 04



Kevin lay on his back; I lay on my stomach next to him. Julie scooted her chair over a few inches; the better to see my husband if came up the stairs. 

"Okay Mama, head back, create a straight line to your throat."

I was no expert on anatomy, but I tilted my head, extended my neck, lining my throat up with my mouth. I took hold of Kevin's cock and slid it around my mouth until it was nestled at the entrance to my throat. 

"Okay Mama, flatten your tongue - imagine a doctor with a tongue depressor - and open your throat - like you were yawning. Take a deep breath and slide Kevin along your tongue. If you feel the urge to gag pause and hold his penis in place as long as you can. Then repeat. His dick will go deeper and deeper."

I followed my daughter's precise instructions. She had a future as a teacher. Kevin's cock was soon sliding through my mouth to the entrance of my throat, but was having trouble getting past that point. There was resistance and when I tried to force him through my gag reflex flared up.

"Almost there Mama. Push your tongue outside your mouth, that's right, and then pull it back in while swallowing."

I did as she asked. Once, then tried again, and then on the third try, success. His penis pushed into my throat. With my daughter encouraging me I concentrated, taking in inch after inch until my was nose buried in his pubic hair. I held still, feeling like a champ, savoring my accomplishment.

"Okay Mama, let's try a throat massage. Make swallowing motions with your throat while licking his balls."

It took some effort, but I soon got it. Kevin loved it; Julie turned up the sound on her computer to drown out his guttural groans. I focused on his cock, where it was in my mouth and throat, how I was adjusting to it, trying to relax. The visualization was effective, I began to feel a sense of control, a sense of power. I moved my head back and forth, controlling the motion, and took hold of Kevin's shaft, sweeping my hand down the base of his dick and around his balls. Kevin initially let me dictate our movements, but as he gauged what I was doing began to move with me. His breathing flattened out, his dick trembled.

"Keep sucking him Mama, show us what a good little cocksucker you are."

I rubbed his balls and sucked him faster. Kevin began whimpering, struggling to hang on, to prolong the experience. This was wonderful! I sucked harder. His thighs shook.

Julie chimed in. "God, you two are so hot. My pussy's on fire. I'm playing with myself, my fingers are in my cunt. It feels so fucking good."

The image of Julie fingering herself filled my mind; Kevin's hand covered my head. He took over and increased the speed of the face fuck; dominating me, controlling me. He emitted short sharp grunts. His balls pulsated, then pulled back in his scrotum. And that was all the warning I got.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted and came, shooting his cum into my stomach. I felt cheated, I wanted to taste him. As he pulled out I paused, rolling his softening cock inside my mouth, savoring his flavor.

"Is everything all right up there?"

Julie headed out the door and down the steps.

"Hey Daddy, we're done with the video. Mom and Kevin will be right down."

"What was that noise?"

"It was the computer, kinda loud huh?"

I put on my shirt, sans bra, and Kevin and I followed my daughter. My husband scanned my body. How could he not notice my braless tits, my erect nipples, my flushed face, the pungency of my dripping cunt? He said nothing. Julie walked Kevin to his truck.

"That Kevin seems like a real nice kid," my husband said

"That he is."

"I think he's good for Julie. She seems so happy."

"Yes dear, very good for Julie."

Julie returned, lay on the couch, her head in my lap, and pulled a blanket over she and I. She gave her father the PG version of our trip to the national park while running her hands down my legs, rubbing my calves, massaging my feet. I played with her short hair and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, slipping my hands inside. I found her breasts, her nipples were warm and erect. I traced their edges with my fingers, running my thumbs along their bottoms and nearby flesh. Julie mewled; she rubbed her head against my groin. 

"Are you comfortable baby?" I asked.

"Oh yes Mama, very comfortable."

I played with her breasts for several happy minutes. If I was a guy, I realized, I'd already be attacking her nipples. This girl-on-girl love, I thought, promised much happiness. The outline of Julie's hand crawled up the inside of the blanket and under her shirt. She lay them on mine, encouraging me. Her eyes closed; she ran her tongue over her lips. She sat up, her back now pressed against my breasts. Her breathing deepened; blood poured into my daughter's tits; they heated up and swelled in my hand. Her face flushed.

Julie lay my hands on her breasts, they almost covered her fat tits, and moved them in a kneading motion. Following her lead I stroked and fondled her sweet boobs, squeezing and manipulating the firm warm flesh. My daughter closed her eyes, her head rested on my shoulder. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. 

I ran a tongue in her ear and whispered, "Mama loves your tits. They're beautiful, you're beautiful."

A happy content smile crossed my child's face. She was taking long deep breaths and her hands fell away from mine. I worked her titties, imaging them as divine dough. Then she said something. I could not make it out. I lowered my ear to her mouth.

"Nipples mommy, play with my nipples."

I thumbed them, I rolled them between my fingers, I licked my fingertips and used them to lubricate her nips. I pushed her nips into her tit flesh and let go, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled against my hand. Julie gasped and I felt a steady movement of her hips. She was humping the air. I checked the blanket, it still obscured any view.

She mouthed a word. I couldn't make it out. She repeated it. I thought I understood.

"Harder?" I whispered.

She nodded yes.

I took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Julie shuddered and again mouthed the word harder. I increased the pressure; Julie's breathing became intense. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. I twisted her nipples, almost cruelly while squeezing the rest of her breasts. She dug her fingers into my thighs and, using her feet, pushed her body against mine.

"I've got to go to the bathroom."

My husband stood up and headed down the hall. Julie turned towards me, her eyes hooded and dilated, and pushed her tongue into my mouth, pressing one of my hands to her sopping sex. When the bathroom door opened Julie turned back around and stood. Holding the blanket in her arms, the better to hide her erect nipples and swollen, partially exposed, breasts, she said, "Daddy, if you don't mind, Mommy and I are going to sit outside for awhile. It is such a nice evening."

"No honey, that's fine."

My husband's attention returned to the television; my braless tits and erect nipples escaped his notice. It was a lovely evening, temperature moderate, and Julie and I sat on the swing. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned into my body. Julie told me how long she had wanted me; how she had dreamed of making me her lover. Our hands glided over each other, driving up our considerable states of arousal. We brushed our lips together in short sweet kisses, not daring to plunge our tongues into each other's mouths with my husband a few feet away. Julie pulled out her phone; we watched the video she made of me deep throating her boyfriend.

Finally my husband announced he was going to bed. I told him Julie and I were going to sit up a while longer. We watched the progression of lights turn on and off as he headed upstairs. When the bedroom light flicked off I faced my daughter. 

"If I recall correctly, I owe you one," and kissed her, her lips parting and playing with mine. I ran a hand down her back, stopping at its base. She pressed her sweet nubile form to me. Her hand kneaded my thigh. Her tongue slipped between my lips and licked mine. I moaned. My free hand went to the back of her head, tilting it forward; I kissed her nose, eyes, cheeks. Then our mouths were together again, our tongues twisting and dancing with each other. When we broke the kiss she rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Do you have any regrets?" she asked.

"Other than we didn't start sooner, no. But there is something I need to tell you."

My daughter picked up my suddenly serious tone. She rested her hands on mine.

"Kevin and I, we were lovers before this week. It happened three times. I guess he seduced me, but it was wonderful. I haven't been able to stop wanting him."

She was silent as she absorbed the news. When she spoke there was no anger in her voice. 

"Well, that explains a lot. He never told me, but man could I feel the heat between you two, it was pretty intense. I could see how he turned you on, the way your eyes lingered on him, the unconscious ways you touched yourself when he was around. I asked him if he was attracted to you. He admitted it freely; he was my first boyfriend who acknowledged wanting you, although they all did. There would be something wrong with a guy who didn't. 

"Well, I guess I'm supposed to be jealous or something, but Mom, I've wanted you for years. I've long fantasized about sharing my boyfriends with you. So when I saw the chemistry between you and Kevin, I figured I'd take advantage and use it to get the three of us in bed. When I suggested it to Kevin he put up no resistance. Now I see why. Heck, I wish someone had clued me in earlier.

"I've also heard you and Dad over the years; he clearly ain't much in bed. Mom, I love you and a woman as sexy and desirable as you are deserves to be fucked well and often and you've got to admit, Kevin knows his way around the bedroom."

I pulled her tight. I wondered if I should be angry over having been manipulated, but the idea had no traction. I hadn't been honest with her either. The truth is that I loved what had happened.

"So no jealously."

"No Mom, no jealously."

With that she turned back to me. Her kisses were more passionate, more needy. I responded in kind and soon our mouths were locked together. We took turns exploring. I savored her insistent talented tongue. I pushed pas the hem of her shorts and slipped a finger into her thong, shoving it inside her. She whimpered and ground her hips into my hand. Julie undid my belt and pressed three fingers into my cunt while thumbing my clit. She was tireless, her fingers twisting around inside, stroking my g-spot. Her mouth was a whirling dervish, kissing my neck, my ears, licking my upper chest, visiting my mouth. 

I was grunting, low and quiet, in time with my groin, which steadily humped her hand. I felt the tension and pressure build up within me, craving release. The spring kept tightening, tightening. My purring sounds became a louder continuous moan. And then it broke loose. Pleasure burst inside my cunt, flooding my body; juice squirted, coating Julie's hand. I tried to confine myself to low shuddering groans. There was no need to alert the neighbors. But I failed, yelping my joy. It was wonderful and sweet and I loved my daughter and, for the moment, we sat holding each other under the beautiful night sky, wallowing in the feelings, and making sure no one had heard me.

However, the sweet soft feel of the body next to mine could not be long resisted. After waiting to make sure all was safe, I nibbled on the back of her neck and moved to an ear, into which I sank my tongue.

She squealed.

"Sensitive spot?"

"Very."

And that is where I focused my attention while I undid the buttons to her shirt and cupped and fondled her breasts. Her breasts swelled with need; her nipples were erect and hard; my hand drifted south, taking the time to dance over her flat sensitive tummy. Her cunt was wet and I slid two fingers inside her and, slowly and methodically, moved them in and out. My other hand returned to her delightful breasts. It was time to eat my daughter's pussy. The swing would not provide enough stability.

"Baby, get up."

She did as asked. She did not know what I intended, but she knew it was going to be good. I dragged her to one of our heavy lawn chairs, straddled her, and sucked on her perfect round tits, making love to her nipples. I grabbed her shorts. Julie lifted her hips, allowing me to pull them and her thong off. She spread her legs.

My daughter had the smoothest, pinkest, prettiest pussy I'd ever seen.

I pressed my face to her, took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent, and shoved my tongue into her hot little box.

"Oh yes! Oh, Mama that's so, ohhh."

I spread her pussy lips open and dragged my tongue across her snatch. I placed a soft kiss on her clit and then licked it hard. Her hips bucked and she moaned, "Ohmigod, I can't believe it, oh Mama I love it, Oh, damn!"

I pushed two fingers inside her, she was warm, wet, tight. I reached up to pull on her right nipple. Julie rocked her hips into my fingers. I released her clit and ran my tongue up and down the soft wet folds of her delicious pussy.

"Oh Mama, oh that feels good!"

"You like it, you like your Mama licking your pretty pussy. You proud baby? You've turned your Mama into your fuck-mate. Are you going to suck my pussy like I suck yours?"

"Oh yes Mama. That's it Mom, make it feel good."

Trying to recall what she had done to me the night before, I pulled the skin above her clit taut and touched the nub with the tip of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around in hard fast circles and thrust my fingers into her. She moaned in delight. 

"Right there! Oh, please, please don't stop oh I want to cum!"

I kept at it; I loved pleasuring my daughter. Julie accepted it all, letting her body respond freely without control or conscious effort. From now on that would be me: I would be open to all the pleasure the world could bring me. I would deny myself no longer. The thought was intoxicating. I was so damn aroused; my pussy was wet; I was humping the air. I licked her as hard and as fast as I could; Julie's whimpers grew higher in pitch.

"Please, please Mama, keep going."

She was ready. Her legs shook; her body tensed. I wiggled my fingers inside her, torturing her g-spot. Her pussy contracted. She arched her back, covered her mouth with her forearm, and writhed wildly as she tried, and failed, to suppress a feral howl. My daughter was consumed by her orgasm: wailing, screaming, head-thumping, grinding, thrashing into my face. Her tight hot blond pussy gushed liquid. I kept moving my fingers and forced my face into her gyrating sex, lashing her clit with my tongue and lips. Julie yelped and moaned. The feeling of her young pussy convulsing around my fingers was exhilarating.

I loved it, loved controlling her body, making her cum. As the final convulsions of her orgasm washed through her she rolled on her side. I wrapped my arms around her. She was damp with perspiration. We spooned. She held my hand in hers and kissed it. "I love you Mama." 

We lay still for a long time, just holding each other, enjoying the soft breeze on our bodies. Then my daughter, her voice regaining its strength, said, "Oh my god Mama, I came so hard. It was wonderful. Now it's your turn!"

I was ready. I lay on my back, lifting my legs in the air. Julie removed my shorts and underwear and perched between my legs. She blew a little breath of air across my dew-covered jewel. 

"Oh yesssss," I whispered. Julie licked my fat, blood-engorged lips, following the curve of one labium from bottom to top, stopping just a hair short of my clit. Then, tracing a line just under my clit, she moved to the other lip and slowly licked down, arriving at my slippery, wet, oozing pussy hole. She stiffened her tongue and thrust into me.

I groaned my delight.

Julie started back up again, slowly, teasingly licking the cream-filled slit until her tongue was poised, just below my clit. 

"I love you Mama, the way you smell, the way you taste, I love the feel of your soft sweet hot wet pussy."

She raked her tongue across my clit. My hips twitched. She flicked her tongue along my labia and rubbed her fingers against my pussy; two snaked inside. Julie placed her tongue over them and slowly licked, up and down, back and forth. When she got to my clit I tried to push it into her tongue, but Julie moved back and swirled her tongue around the folds of my pussy. I raised my head: I was transfixed at the sight of her cute little face and pink tongue between my thighs. It was where she had come from. I took hold of my breasts, kneading them. Julie made her way back to my clit, teasing it with her tongue.

"Harder, please harder."

Julie complied and I happily sighed. I placed my legs on her back, moaning as her soft tongue played across my aching needy flesh. Julie moved her strong fingers in and out of my hungry cunt; I thrust my hips into them and her soft tongue, letting go of my tits to caress my child's soft hair. My legs trembled. Julie started sucking my clit. I arched my back and gave my nipples a hard, almost painful pinch. I was so close. I moaned loudly and started bucking wildly, thrusting my pussy into Julie's experienced eager tongue. 

I clamped my legs around her head, pinning her face to my thighs, bucking, and then it happened: a wonderful powerful divine orgasm crashed through me. I started with a wail, which quickly degenerated into a long shuddering moan.

Thank god my husband is a sound sleeper.

Julie sat up. I licked my lips at the sight of her glistening face. She crawled forward and I pulled her into a deep kiss, then licked my juice from her lips and cheeks. Julie kissed my neck and chest. I held her tight. We lay together, waiting for the strength to climb the stairs. I asked, I thought playfully, "Well are you cheating on Kevin with me or is Kevin cheating on you with me?"

My daughter laughed. "Mom, Kevin may be my main squeeze, but were not exclusive. If you're a good girl I might introduce you around."



There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 05



And this is where you came in: Julie, Kevin, and I headed for an evening of modern dance and an overnight stay in Denver. I had always loved cultural events, my husband not so much. My daughter's emerging interest in the theater, ballet, modern dance, and musicals provided the three of us a couple of good excuses a month to dress up and hit the city. 

Now Kevin was a brilliant guy, but he was still a guy. He loved showing off his two hot woman. On this particular day we stopped at City Park in Denver and spent an hour throwing a frisbee before taking refugee under a tree by a pond for a picnic lunch; we kissed and nuzzled on him while we ate. Then to a suite at the Loews Denver Hotel. There are two great things about luxury hotels: big showers and an endless supply of hot water. Kevin fucking me from behind combined with the shower spraying directly on my cunt and clit brought me off quickly. Julie lasted a little longer, holding off until Kevin dumped his load in her.

Julie and I then got to do another of our favorite things, dress up for our man. The suite featured two vanities. We dried and fixed our hair, applied make-up, and helped dress each other, slipping on the other's stockings, garters, panties and in Julie's case, bra. I was going braless. 

Then to our outfits. Julie wore a simple backless black dress. It dropped to her ankles and featured a slit that reached two-thirds the way up her thigh. The neckline was a wide scoop; a push-up bra showed her cleavage to devastating effect. Her shoes were wedge sandals with two inch platforms and five inch heels. Her nails were mid-length and painted white.

My dress was even more daring. Except for two horizontal straps of fabric it was backless. Two long swaths of the silk dress flowed over my shoulder, coming together at my waist and exposing the inner third of my breasts and my cleavage from belly button up. I wore Schutz peep toe booties with scalloped, laced-to-the-ankle sides and a narrow 4 1/4 inch heel. My daughter, for the moment, was slightly taller than I.

Kevin spent the time half-playing on his computer and half watching. He loved it when his sexy ladies dolled themselves up, something about beautiful women brushing on rouge, applying lipstick, dabbing themselves with perfume, pulling on sexy lingerie, and crawling into revealing dresses got his juices rolling.

We had dinner at Fruition, our favorite restaurant in the city, attended the performance, and hit the clubs to dance. Julie and I had planned a surprise, so we broke early, getting back to the hotel shortly after midnight. Happily, we had the elevator to ourselves, where Julie and I launched an all-out, if much too brief, assault on our man.

Once back in the suite we shuffled Kevin off to the living room. Julie and I prepared in the bedroom. We would have preferred to shower, but Kevin never seemed to mind when we were hot and sweaty and since the show was for him, we let it ride. We stripped, washed our faces, and dabbed each other with perfume. While our make-up for the evening had been classy, we now went for wanton: two women with sex on the brain. I looked at my daughter; she was hot, radiating sexual need and hunger. We donned black lingerie: garters, stockings, bra. I wore a thong. Julie's panties covered her ass, albeit with lace so sheer it was transparent. Julie slipped on black six inch stiletto pumps; mine were open in the front and featured four straps. 

Ready, we entered the living room, pretending to be unaware of Kevin. Julie said, "God, I missed you today," pushed my hair to the side, providing Kevin an unobstructed view, and kissed me. It was a lovers kiss; we worked our mouths and lips against each other. Her hand was half on my leg, half on my butt. My open hand rested on her chest above her breasts. Her pale white flesh contrasted nicely with my long dark red nails.

We continued kissing, but now wilder, letting our hair fall loosely against our faces, intermingling in places. I slid my hand down her chest to her breast. Her hand moved, slowly and sensuously, up my back. We turned to face each other, both sets of hands on the other's ass, pulling out twats together, mashing our tits into each other; our tongues playing hungrily in each other's mouth.

Julie finally broke the kiss. We shook our heads, throwing our hair back behind our heads, and stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Our mouths again rushed towards each other, desperate to renew the contact. I planted a hand on Julie's breast.

When we broke the kiss Julie looked to her right.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"He's Kevin, one of my students."

"Hi Kevin." She turned back to me, "He's kinda cute." Leaning into me, she said, "I hope you like to watch, Kevin."

Kevin figured out the rules. He was to be seen, not heard. 

She sat me down on an armless plush white coach and lowered herself to the floor, resting her butt on her ankles. The pose emphasized the narrowness of her stiletto heels. She ran a hand from my knee up my leg. Her index finger slid under a strap of my garter. I leaned forward, my breasts inches from her face. She delivered slow patient kisses to their exposed upper halves, making sure Kevin saw each sensual movement of her lips. I moaned in delight. 

She kissed up my chest and to my shoulder, buried her face in the crook of my neck, and licked and nibbled up my neck. Her movements were graceful, almost feline. We exchanged some sweet pecks on the lips and stood. She pulled aside my hair and licked my ear, her tongue crawling over, around, and into each of its crevices and turns. With an extended index finger I scratched her nipple. She pulled her bra aside, exposing the areola. I tapped and stroked it. 

I glanced over her shoulder at Kevin's reflection in a mirror. He was wearing only a shirt and socks. His cock was at full mast. While he wasn't frigging it, he occasionally touched it. It would jump. Pre-cum leaked out. 

When Julie finished with my ear my hair fell back in place. She wrapped her arms around my waist. I laid my upper arm on her shoulder, hand pointed skyward. We kissed, but this time more playfully. Her tongue ran across my closed lips, I captured her lower lip with my teeth and stretched it out. She sucked one of my fingers into her mouth and, as I rocked it in and out, gave it a thorough bath. I pulled aside her bra and brought my mouth to a nipple, lapped it. licked it, closed my lips on it, caught it with my teeth, pulled on it, and let go; it plopped back into place.

Julie, tucking her boob back into her bra, sat on the couch. She leaned back, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch, her legs splayed. I stood behind her. Julie lay a hand on the inside of my thigh. I pressed a hand against the wall and placed the other on Julie's hand. 

She faced Kevin. The look on her face said one thing: I am about sex. She looked at his erect penis, taking her time, evaluating it. Finally she said, "Nice cock Kevin." 

She turned to me.

"What's the word? Does he know how to use it?"

"The word among the girls is he's good."

"Really? He looks too sweet to be a good fuck."

She swung towards me, dropped her leg to the floor, and said, "I want to check out that magnificent ass of yours. I've been thinking about it all night Lean against the wall." I did, spreading my fingers, enjoying the look of my nails on the beige wallpaper. I raised my rump. There was a mirror in the corner. Kevin would see everything.

Julie pulled aside my thong and, taking an ass cheek in each hand, spread them. She buried her face in my firm butt, immersed in the pungent aroma of a woman in heat. She started with short sweet kisses; they became nips and bites. Each elicited a sharp squeak and jump. She covered the same territory in hard flat licks with her tongue.

Her hand crept between my legs and covered my sex, flexing every so subtly, squeezing and massaging my vagina. My panties were soaked. She dragged her other hand down the insides of my thighs, thrilling the sensitive skin.

"Baby that is so good."

Julie looked over her shoulder at Kevin. "I hope you're taking notes."

She returned her attention to me. "Be a dear and get that thong out of they way."

Leaning on a forearm, I pulled aside the thong. Julie spread my cheeks and stuck her tongue into the top of my crevice. In a series of quick gentle slurps she moved down, stopping shy of my asshole. Goose bumps covered my behind; there was a steaming storm in my cunt. Julie again licked down the sweet valley, but this time more deliberately, with greater pressure. My asshole puckered and swelled; it needed attention. However, when she arrived she wiggled her tongue past it to lick the delicate flesh between my anus and vagina. 

"Ohmigod, its so good honey."

She turned her focus to my anus, licked it hard, leaving the brown bud saturated with her spit. She moved her head aside, giving Kevin a view of my quivering rectum. Her hand went under my panties; she inserted her index finger, ever so slowly, into me, fucking me with it.

I was already squealing when she coiled her tongue, tickeld my asshole, and then drove it past my sphincter. Her index finger slid from my pussy to my clit; her thumb replaced the finger inside me. I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving. I dropped my head forward and leaned my shoulder against the wall. My hair fell around my head. My arms free, I spread my butt cheeks, easing Julie's access. 

"Ohhhh , baby, ohhhh...my god...uhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

I caught Kevin's face in the mirror. He was transfixed. I rocked my ass against my daughter's face.

It was wonderful, but there was no way even my Julie could tongue fuck an asshole forever. She pulled her thumb from my pussy, held it up to the light, inspected it, making sure it was ready, and scratched the opening of my asshole with her nail, before slowly, calmly, pushing her thumb inside me. She started fucking my asshole.

My legs were wobbly. I put both hands on the wall to steady myself. It was only a combination of luck and the experience I'd gained over the last months wearing stiletto heels that kept me upright. 

Then my daughter slapped my ass.

"Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy fuckinggggggg goddddddddd!" I screamed and then did what any sensible girl would do in the circumstance. I plunged both hands in my panties and frantically played with my sex, capturing my clit between my index fingers while pulling the skin taut above it. I looked at the mirror; Kevin could see my flushed face and hear my heavy breath. He knew how close I was.

She did it again; she smartly smacked my behind, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough. Julie and I had recently been playing bondage games, but had yet to include Kevin. Well, maybe next trip.

I kept working my clit. I could no longer distinguish my pussy from my asshole, both merged into the same joy. My universe revolved around this swirling vortex of pleasure. Kevin was staring at us. And then my daughter's hand again smacked my butt again. The lights went off in my head; my orgasm filled me completely.

Ohhhhh Myyyyy Goddddd...I'm cumming...yesssss...ahhhhhhhh..."

There were arms around my waist and hands on my breast. My daughter had taken hold of me. I babbled, "Ahhhh...Ohhhhh...Oh fuck...yesssss...ahhhhhhh..." Julie lowered me to the couch, where I slumped into her arms. A thin sheet of sweat covered my body. I covered her face with kisses, fighting to catch my breath.

"Oh baby, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." I kissed her over and over. I wanted to kiss her long and passionately, to reward her for the tingling pleasure that coursed through my body, but it was hopeless. I had to keep breaking the kisses to catch my breath.

Julie spoke to Kevin's image in a mirror.

"Well, Kevin, you on board? You should be happy, we've decided, we're going to let you play, find out how good you are. But for heaven's sakes, take off your socks and shirt. Then go to the bedroom, lay on your back, and wait. We'll be there soon. See if you can keep that thing hard."

He did as ordered. After the show Julie and I had just put on he'd have no trouble keeping that thing hard. 

Julie helped me to my feet. Bubbling with enthusiasm, she hugged and kissed me. She was, for the moment, my little girl, not my lover.

"Oh Mama, that was so much fun! Did you see the look on Kevin's face? We finally shut that smart ass up."

I hugged her back. I'd never renounce her as a lover, I thought, but it was good to seeve my baby girl again.

"Yeah, it may be the last time he'll have nothing to say." And then, after another hug, "Let's get you ready."

She turned around. I unhooked her bra, slid the panties down her legs, and pulled the butt plug from her. It made a little pop and some lubricant, mixed with her natural fluids, dripped down the crevice of her ass. Ready, dressed in heels, garters, and stockings, she entered the bedroom to a naked Kevin, who was laying on the bed, erection tall. I stood in the doorway, arms folded across my chest, leaning on the wall. Juice dripped into my already soaked panties. I checked the mirrors; it was the perfect spot. 

Julie said "Hi Kevin," got on the foot of the bed and walked on her knees until she straddled him. There would be no foreplay; these two were ready, very ready.

Julie looked at my reflection in a mirror.

"I could use a hand." 

I started forward, my gait slow and sensual, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed Kevin's cock, positioning it at the entrance of her pussy. She lowered herself. The head of his penis slid into her, spreading her pink wet pussy lips.

She said, "Thank you," and then, "Oh," pause, "fuck," pause, "yeah."

She held herself in that position, closed her eyes, rolled her head back, opened her mouth, ran her tongue along her lower lip, and collapsed on his stiff member, impaling herself in one swift motion. Sitting on his pubic bone, she twisted her ankles so they were on top of his knees and leaned back until her hands were by his ankles. She lifted her hips; Kevin's cock slid from her pussy.

Kevin finally spoke. "Oh fuck." 

She kept moving back until only the head of Kevin's member, soaked with pussy juice, was in her hole. Kevin's gaze locked on the place where he and Julie were conjoined. With a deep sigh she lowered herself, slowly, until she was again sitting on Kevin, their pubic hairs interlocked. I could see his fat cum-stuffed balls. She began lifting herself up and dropping down, fucking herself on her boyfriend's fat cock. When he discerned the rhythm, he joined in. I watched, fascinated, intensely aroused by these young lovers. I dragged my nails over my stomach, new surges of desire building within me.

Kevin and Julie moved together; the hours they had spent fucking evident in their knowledge of each other's bodies. Her pussy was soaked, she had no problem absorbing his thick meat. I imagined the effect of my daughter's sweet cunt on his sensitive tool. The room was filled by the sound of the bed and the sweet groans of the lovers consumed by their desire.

It was time. I returned to the living room, removed my panties, and retrieved a long white box from my overnight bag. As I discussed a few chapters back, Kevin liked anal sex. He taught me I did also. Julie's fear of it eroded whenever she watched my screaming orgasms when Kevin took my rump. I had bought her the butt plug; she had worn it on several occasions. We were ready for Phase II. I strapped on a dildo. It was the length of Kevin's tool, but about half its width.

I re-entered the room to Julie and Kevin fucking, lost to the outside world, living in their own carnal universe. I sat on the bed. The movement seemed to startle them. They looked my way. I kissed my daughter, our tongues did a short dance, and said, "Baby, it's time."

She leaned forward so her hands were by Kevin's shoulders. 

"Kevin, honey, spread your legs."

When he did she moved her knees, offering her butt to me. Kevin, whose gaze had focused on our kiss and Julie's face, had not noticed the plastic cock dangling between my legs.

When I walked to the foot of the bed that changed.

"Mrs. H., whatthefuck!!"

"Kevin, you're a smart boy. Haven't you figured it out? It's a night for new things." 

Julie had resumed sliding her body up and down Kevin's stiff cock. I fetched a tube of lubricant from my cleavage, smeared some on my index finger, and worked it over Julie's anal bud. I pushed some of the soft cream against her spinchter. There was some resistance, but it gave way; the butt plug had prepared her. I slid my finger in and out of her as she fucked herself on Kevin's cock. Her momentary discomfort was replaced by groans of obscene pleasure. I coated the dildo.

Julie planted her elbows by Kevin's head, arched her back, and stuck out her ass. Her tits dragged across Kevin's chest.

I lodged the dildo's head against the ring of my daughter's anus. She tensed.

"Don't worry baby, Mama will go nice and slow."

My daughter's focus was on Kevin's cock. I rubbed the head of the dildo against her asshole, determining the best angle to enter her. When I found it I applied more pressure; her asshole dilated. The dildo's slender head slipped into her ass. 

She groaned, "Ahhhh...oh Jesus...Uhhmmm!!," slid down the length of Kevin's cock, and stopped, resting her forehead on Kevin's chest. I did not move; the head of the dildo still inside her.

"My ass, it's on fire. Give me a second. Oh god...oh god don't move...let me..."

She was taking short hard breaths, her body cantering with each one. The concentration on her face was evident as she focused on the novel intrusion. As her breathing returned to normal she lifted her head. Then, unexpectedly, the dildo moved. Julie moaned. Kevin had twitched his cock inside her. It was a tiny movement, but my daughter loved it. He did it several more times and then she started fucking herself on him. The movement was short and subtle, no more than an inch at a time. Her eyes remained closed, her mind dwelling on the feelings in her groin.

After a minute or two, she nodded. I pushed another inch of the plastic cock into her; Julie moaned in pain and pleasure. I slid a couple more inches in and then, to my surprise, she pushed back. The dildo was buried in her asshole; her tight rump pressed against my cunt.

Julie moaned. "Ohhhhh shit...Ohhhh shit..."

I looked at Kevin; his eyes were on the mirror; he had watched me enter my daughter's rump.

"Like what you see, stud."

"Oh, yeah."

I remained motionless, letting her adjust. She did not need long. Soon she began rocking back and forth, controlling the movements, fucking herself on my plastic cock and her boyfriend's real one. 

"Oh Mom, I had no idea. Its like there are a thousand little nerve endings back there. Your cock, its waking them up. Oh jeez, its incredible."

Kevin looked at me and nodded. Silently we worked together, making sure to take my daughter in one synchronous motion. 

"Ohhhhhh...uuuhhhhmmm...yessssssss..." 

We continued, gradually increasing the pace, double fucking my sweet child. 

"Uuhhhmmm...oh my god...ahhhhh...I like it...oh my...this feels good..."

Soon I was fucking her in full long strokes, watching my cock disappear inside my Julie's tight asshole. When I withdrew the light pink skin of her inner asshole opened up, contrasting with the brown skin outside. Julie turned her head. She looked at the mirror, watched her mother fuck her asshole, take her from behind while she reamed herself on her boyfriend's fat dick. The look on her face, shameless and depraved, was thrilling. It was all amazing and sexy and hot. I loved fucking Julie. I also knew I needed to be fucked soon, real soon.

Julie was gasping with pleasure. So was Kevin, whose dick was enjoying my daughter's tight pussy and my plastic dick, separated by only the thin layer of skin from Julie's pussy, rubbing the sensitive underside of his tool. I knew the look on their faces, they were headed for powerful orgasms.




There's a New Teacher in Town Ch. 05



Julie was joyous. "Ahhhh..., Ahhhh..., Ohhhh... Ahhhh... Oh my god...Ahhhhhh, fuck fuck fuck, I can feel it. ..."

Kevin joined in. "Me too baby, fuck shit, god you two, so good, I...I'm going to cum...jeez, I'm going to cum...".

I was the ringleader of a carnal circus. I watched the pressure build up in them. When I knew she was ready I twisted the dildo in her. Julie gasped, Kevin groaned, and the two of them exploded. Julie sank onto Kevin's chest, jabbering nonsense. Kevin wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. They were tender and affectionate, murmuring each other praises.

"Mom, my god I never thought it would feel so good. Kevin, I can't wait to try you back there."

He looked happy.

I got off the bed, undid the belt holding the dildo in place, and tossed it onto an overstuffed teal chair in the corner.

"I hate to break up the mutual admiration society, but I need to be fucked."

Kevin was back to his smart-ass self, "You heard the lady," but even his indefatigable tool had shrunk.

Julie was up to the task. She rolled off her boyfriend and, with a wicked smile, licked his balls. She pushed his testicles between his legs, tilted the shaft forward, and slapped its base with her tongue. She licked up its length, used the tip of her tongue to tease his piss hole, and took the head in her mouth, working it with her cheeks and tongue, forcing a cackle of pleasure from him. Soon he was at full mast. She pointed it in my direction.

"C'mon, Mama." 

I crawled forward and licked up a drop of pre-cum. The thick goo was delicious; I took him into my mouth. Although it was a regular part of our love-making, the thought of my daughter watching me suck cock still thrilled me. I moaned uncontrollably. I pressed my head down, letting the fat cock slide to the entrance of my throat, came back up for air and, my touch light, ran my hand down his instrument. My eyes locked on Julie. This creation of my loins was such a beautiful young woman. Why had I deprived myself of the delights of her body? I brought my lips to hers. Julie reached around me, taking hold of Kevin's tool, smearing pre-cum into its head.

"Ughmmm..." 

Julie ended our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Time to get fucked, Mama."

Still wearing my bra, garters, stockings, and shoes, sans panties, I rose on my knees and moved over Kevin's prone body. 

"Okay stud, let's see what you got."

As I had done for her, Julie held her boyfriend's dick in place as I sat on it. I lowered myself slowly, drawing out the sensation, letting Julie and Kevin enjoy the show. When he was all the way in me, I looked at Kevin; his face was awash in pleasure. Then the bed shifted and Kevin's eyes darted towards my groin. Before I could react a tongue slithered across my love button and slid down a bit, to the sensitive lips of my labia. Oh god, I had never imagined such a thing. 

When I lifted myself up Julie moved her tongue to Kevin's shaft, teasing it as it emerged from my cunt and continuing until I dropped down the length of his shaft, burying him inside me. When my hole was completely stuffed she returned to my clitoris. This time, instead of licking it, she trapped it between her lips and lashed it with her tongue.

"Ohhhhhh...uuuhhhhmmm...yessssssss...," I mewled.

I was impaled on a cock while my daughter assaulted my clittie. It was exquisite; I was carnality; I was lust; I was born to fuck and be fucked. 

Even the unflappable Kevin seemed overwhelmed. "Oh god, I can't believe this is happening. Fuck Julie, you're such a crazy fucking foxy sexy whore."

She could not respond; my hand was locked in her hair, holding her against me. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...keep...keep sucking my clit, oh fuck!"

Finally, afraid I'd lose my balance, I let go of Julie's head and leaned back, placing my hands on Kevin's calves. We kept fucking. When Kevin was buried all the way inside me, my sweet child licked my clit. As his cock emerged from the warm clutch of my vagina she lapped my slit, then my vagina, then his hard shaft. I struggled back up to my knees until only the head of Kevin's magnificent tool remained in my pussy. Julie wrapped her mouth around the side of the shaft, cheeks concave, sucking hard, moving up and down its length.

"Ohh...ohhh...uhhhmmm...ohhh...uhmmm..." Kevin moaned.

I sank down and rose a few more times, but buffeted by waves of frenetic pleasure I soon lost co-ordination. I sat on Kevin's dick, grinding my sex against him. Julie latched her mouth to my clit, smacking it with her tongue. I pulled a tit from my bra and stuffed it into my mouth, working the areola with feverish need.

That final act of demented perversion was all that was needed. 

I came, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cum, cuummm, cuuummmmm, cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm... cummmmmmmmmmmming, FUCKING CUMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"

I heard my scream as if it came from another mouth. My blessed daughter kept licking, lashing my clit, My universe split wide open. My insides convulsed, my pussy spasmed, clamping down on Kevin's prick in a series of sharp, hard, wholly unpredictable convulsions. I reached for his balls. Julie's hand was there first; we cosseted his sac.

Kevin's testicles tightened up and he moaned, ramming his hips upward with as much fury as I had pushed into him. His body jerked and he came, pouring his seed into me. "Oh fuck yessssss...I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

I slithered off Kevin to my daughter's arms. Julie laid me to one side of her boyfriend and slurped up the mixture of his cum and my juice oozing from my pussy. She cleaned his cock. Fucked out for the evening, the three of us cuddled and went to sleep. Check out time was 11:00 A.M., but my good-looking daughter could always talk the manager into a few more hours. There'd be time in the morning for another round.

* * * *

Not a day went by when I did not take my daughter, her boyfriend, or (most often ) both, to my bed. At the end of the year Diane gave me a superb performance review and told me her daughter had invited Kevin and Julie, along with several others, to a mountain cabin for the weekend. She asked me to join them.

Two days later I parked my car on a ridge overlooking Lake Dillon. I was surprised by the number of vehicles; there were at least twenty cars. I was even more surprised by the cabin. I had expected something rustic. It was, instead, a sumptuous modern residence. 

After paying their respects to Diane, Kevin and Julie headed down the hill to join the other kids by the water. Diane asked me in for a cup of tea on the back porch.

While she fixed the tea I surveyed the area with binoculars, finding Kevin and Julie talking to Ivy and her boyfriend, Julien, our star athlete. He was going to the University of Nebraska to play football. The Johnson twins, Nancy and Lucy, who good-naturedly vied for the title of the school's prettiest and most fashion savvy girl, were talking to Bill Smanchi. He had won the Colorado Mathematical Olympiad and was headed for Cal Tech on a full scholarship. In a boat in the water were Juanita and Curklin, the informal leaders of the school's Hispanic and African-America kids. They were laughing at a story being told by Chien, the state's top-ranked high school chess player. 

Diane walked onto the porch and placed a cup of tea before me.

"Quite a diverse group. I didn't know they were all friends."

"Yes, that's actually quite important. I'll get to it. I asked you to arrive early because there is something I wanted to discuss with you before the other faculty members got here."

She had my attention.

"Claire, my assistant principal, has accepted the job as principal at King High School. The move has been anticipated for several years. She has my full support. I'd like you to consider her post. I've had you in mind for it since you were hired."

"I'm a teacher, I have no administrative experience."

"I have every confidence in you. You'd be working directly under me, so you can draw on my experience. It would be significantly more money and responsibility. It would also be a new challenge."

While I loved teaching, I had been doing it for fifteen years. Something new would be interesting.

"Why me?"

She started in an unexpected place.

"I started as a principal at 23. I'd always been a special student, hit college at 16, received my Ph.D. from Vanderbilt at 22. I had offers to stay in academia, but was full of piss and vinegar and wanted real-world experience. When Denver offered me the job at Marshall High School, which was one of the worst schools in the state and dominated by a gang, I jumped at it.

"There was a big deal press conference. The school board promised me unlimited support. Once the year started, however, I couldn't get the superintendent or school board on the phone. I quickly figured out why I was hired. The board had suffered unrelenting criticism about the school. Employing a glib attractive young woman from outside the system with my credentials bought them time. People would give me several years to fail. By then the superintendent would have moved on.

"I did my best with what I had, but after two months I was stumped. The faculty was indifferent and the gang's control of the school unbreakable. They had more boots on the ground than I could muster, but more than that, they were smart, not academically gifted like I was, but street smart, wickedly smart. They had the system down cold.

"I went camping. I wanted to get away and rethink the problem. I realized that the gang wanted control, the school was a safe place where their authority went unchallenged. On the other hand they had no reason to want the school to be terrible, that's where their friends and family went.

"I asked the gang's leader to my office. I told him I wouldn't fight him for control of the school. In fact, I'd concede it to him. He'd have a master key, access to the school's computer, the right to choose new teachers. What I wanted in return was for the gang to make sure kids did their homework, enforce truancy rules, and ensure discipline in the class rooms. I pointed out that if the gang succeeded, the School Board wouldn't care how it happened. His guys could run the place forever."

"What did he do?"

"He said he'd get back to me. I don't think he believed a word I said.

"The next day a gang member came to my office and instructed me to go to an off campus address. I primped myself and went."

"You must have been terrified."

"Yes, I was, I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. But I couldn't think of any option but to continue down the road. I couldn't bail on day two.

"The address was a small apartment. He met me at the door. It was pretty Spartan, no decorations, sturdy but simple furniture, clean. He got right to the point, we had a deal, although he could change his mind at any time. There was one condition: I had to become his lover."

Shock must have registered on my face. She quickly moved to reassure me.

"I should have seen it coming. What better way to call my bluff."

"What did you do?"

"That question can be answered in two ways. I assume you know who Jesse Unruh is? This is his place, by the way"

I nodded yes. His was a rags-to-riches story. He came from impoverished Denver, was a gang leader, went to a community college and then the University of Colorado. He started a employment service focused on helping inner city kids, made a fortune, and entered politics. He was president of the state senate and talked about as a future governor. He was also one of the state's most eligible bachelors. I'd seen pictures. He was gorgeous.

My voice was alive with excitement. "He was the guy?"

"Yes. I'd been in serious lust for him from the moment I saw him. I had spent my life in school. I was inexperienced; he seemed to know it all. So I hemmed and hawed - I wanted him to think it was a concession - but I agreed. I couldn't have fooled him, my panties were soaking wet when he removed them.

"Jesse was a wonderful lover. If I'm any good at it today, I owe it to him. He established his bona fides by passing me around to a few other gang members, male and female, but pretty soon we were exclusive. By the time I turned up pregnant in the spring there was no doubt it was his.

"Normally that would have destroyed my career, but because things at the school were improving I was given a pass. My pregnancy was written off as my identifying with the school's unwed mothers.

"By the end of the year we were approaching 100% attendance; kids came to class prepared and ready to go. We made hard demands on the teachers, most of whom had lost interest in their jobs years ago. At the end of the year we ran a bunch of them off. The school's turn around generated a flood of applications from young idealistic teachers who, it turns out, dream about rescuing bad boys. After I vetted the applicants for quality and openness to our unusual student-teacher relations, the gang picked the finalist. The big hire was a husband and wife with a shared predilection for young lovers. They wanted a large family but he was infertile. 

"I convinced Jesse to try college and the gang's new leader became my lover. He felt that since I'd borne Jesse's child, I should have his. After four years I had four girls and we'd replaced the entire faculty. Every important gang member, male or female, had a lover on staff. We were getting extraordinary results: test scores and graduation rates were up, violent incidents at the school fell to zero, pregnancies, other than the staff, were down.

"I might have stayed forever, except I was a single mom with four children. I loved my daughters, but I was at the end of my rope. If I stayed I was going to have a child a year. I had already decided that the woman I mentioned earlier would make an excellent principal and she and her husband wanted a lot of children. I offered her the job. I took this position. 

"Theoretically Eisenhower was a better school than Marshall, but considering the community's wealth and quality of its the students, it was woefully underperforming. There was no school spirit, no pride of place. The students were divided into mutually hostile factions. In some ways it posed a bigger challenge than Marshall. There, once you allied yourself with the gang, you ran the place. Here there were two dozen plus power brokers spread among the student body.

"I identified the most important groups and started inducing their leaders into my bed. It was my third conquest, a soccer player, who suggested the answer: create an informal club of the student body's leaders where sexual favors would be freely available. How could that not appeal to horny high school kids? We've had a few faithful couples over the years, but for the most part the club members have freely indulged. It became easier as I got reinforcements."

"Reinforcements?"

"Hilary, you're not the staff member sleeping with her, or his, students." She smiled, "Heck, you're not even the only one sleeping with her daughter." 

I'd wondered if she knew. She knew.

"Two of my daughters have graduated from this school. Ivy will join them soon. My youngest will be a senior next year. I've been offered the superintendent's position more times than I can recall. I'd like to take it after Selena graduates. I want you to take over Eisenhower."

She walked around the table, stood behind me, and ran her hands from my shoulders down my shirt. She found two warm breasts, flush with blood. My nipples jumped to attention. 

"It'd be a new challenge, more responsibility, more money and, best of all, all the sex you can handle." She kissed my neck, my ear, and I turned to her. Our open mouths met.

The next group of students who arrived found their history teacher's mouth buried in their principal's cunt. When the kids on the beach noticed no one came out of the house, they streamed up the hill. The orgy went on all weekend.

* * * *

I write this seven years later. My husband ran off with a co-worker the week after I started as Eisenhower's principal. Julie says he's happy; I'm glad for him. 

At the end of this school year I will be taking a job as Chief Administrative Officer to Colorado's new Commissioner of Education, Diane Lang. Julie will take my place at Eisenhower. There were a few accusations of nepotism when Governor Unruh appointed Diane, his new bride, to the job, but they had no legs. Not only did she have an extraordinary record, but the public was infatuated with the governor marrying the woman he credited with turning his life around so many years ago.

I would like to say Julie and Kevin made it, but they didn't. He went to Dartmouth; she the University of Colorado at Denver. Their insatiable libidos made a long distance relationship impossible. Julie did impose a single requirement on all future boyfriends: her Mom had open season on them both. She's had no trouble finding applicants. Her husband is a wonderful lover.