1 comments/ 29897 views/ 1 favorites Teacher's Pet Ch. 03 By: Sunnie "So you're saying he was a good lay?" Ben sounded both incredulous and amused. "Yes, he was a good lay, he knew what he was doing. I was impressed." Grace twirled the phone cord around her finger as she talked. "I'm shocked. But the real question is, did he do it like I do?" "Shit. Nobody does it like you do, Ben." "You mean that?" "Have I ever lied to you?" "You're making me hard." "You horn dog!" Grace cried, laughing. "Didn't I just fuck you a few days ago?" He laughed with her. "Yeah, but you've had sex since then. I don't have sex with anyone but you anymore." "Wow, Monica still isn't putting out?" "Honey, I told you. She hasn't been interested in sex for years. Before you and I started messing around I was going nuts from lack of sex." Grace let out a long guttural noise, which resembled both a sigh and a groan. "I guess we don't want to have that why-haven't-you-left-her discussion right now, do we?" "No, we really don't. Mostly because I don't have an answer. I have no idea why I'm still here, other than the kids. If it came down to it, though, honestly, I wouldn't leave; I'd throw her out." Ben sighed. Then with a chuckle he said, "I can't figure how she hasn't found out about us yet, unless she's having a fling of her own." "Yeah, well, there's not much to know about us, though, is there?" she asked. "We're fucking, that's about it." There was a brief pause on Ben's end of the line. "You never know, I guess. But we were talking about Sydney the Love Machine, weren't we?" Grace burst into hysterics, almost dropping the phone. "Love Machine!" she cried, howling with her laughter. "Oh boy...now that's funny shit." Ben laughed, too. "So he was good, so what? Tell me about it." "It was good," she said, flopping back onto her bed, nestling in the pillows. "A little brief, and not much foreplay, but I didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind, so I kind of directed his attention where it mattered." "Right, right. And you were wearing one of those damn skirts, weren't you?" "You bet. Your favorite one, too. That little jeans miniskirt with the chain belt." "Ooh, I do love that one. What did he do with it?" "Are you jerking off?" "I will if you give me something to jerk off to!" he snapped playfully. She giggled. "He...pulled the skirt up, over my ass..." she slipped her hand inside her panties, rubbing herself in the memory of Professor Hargrove's cock nudging her ass cheek before he slipped inside her. "And what was under it?" Ben whispered. His breathing was quickened, making her think he was probably stroking himself as he listened. "I was wearing my black satin thong..." "The one I almost tore in half?" She giggled. "Yeah." "Then what happened?" "He bent me over the desk in his office and took my panties down, around my knees...he started fingering me, getting me ready for him..." She slipped her own fingers into her pussy as she talked, pushing on her G-spot with just the right amount of pressure. Ben's voice had dropped to a whisper, and she could tell by its force and tone that he was working himself close to a climax. "Then what?" he said. "Then he slid his cock in my pussy..." She pushed a little harder on her spot. "Did he stretch it out like I do?" "Yes, he did, I could feel him splitting me open..." "God, that makes a great mental picture...you getting fucked, bent over a desk with your skirt around your waist and your panties around your knees..." "You should have been there," she whispered. "I wish I had been," he croaked, and then abruptly he squeaked, "Grace..." "What—" "I'm cumming," he grunted, and then she heard him muffle his own moan of pleasure, clamping his mouth shut. She visualized him jerking off as she listened to him cum, doubling the speed of her assault on her G-spot. "Ben, I'm gonna cum, too," she said breathlessly. "Let me hear you," he whispered. "Let me hear you scream." A few seconds later, she burst, releasing the orgasm and giving him the screams he wanted. They were silent on the line for a minute or two, catching their breath. Then, Grace whispered, "Do you really wish you had been there?" "Are you surprised?" he said softly. "A little." "I've always been a little bit of a voyeur," he confessed. "Secretly, I'd love to watch you get pounded." "That's awesome," she said. "Why's that?" "Because I kind of had that same thought...Having you and Sydney together, taking turns on me, using me..." He was silent for a moment. Then, "You're so fucking hot, you know that?" She giggled. "If you say so, professor." "I love that idea," he told her. "And you know what, if you can get Sydney to agree to something like that, which mind you, I don't think he will...But if he does, by all means, let's do it." "Really?" "Yes, really. But you have to promise we'll get to play with another girl sometime, too." She laughed at him. "You've got yourself a deal." "I gotta get off here, babe. Will I see you tomorrow?" He meant, of course, was she going to stay after class again? "You kidding? After this conversation, I am definitely going to have to spend some quality time in your office after class. I'm so glad I have your class twice a week!" He laughed. "Me too. So, I'll see you tomorrow and we'll fantasize some more, hmm?" "See you then." Grace hung up the phone and gazed out her window, wondering if he would go to sleep thinking about her. They had definitely come to an interesting agreement tonight, and now the challenge would be presenting the idea to Prof. Hargrove, who would no doubt be reluctant to venture into student-teacher group sex territory. She figured she'd better lay him one more time, to break down those defenses a little bit. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what Ben might do to her tomorrow. It's a good thing Ben's office walls are made of concrete. Otherwise, any passing soul may have heard the goings-on after his 3pm English class... "Ben, please..." Grace cried. "No. Not until you cum. I know you can cum like this. You give it to me, and I'll give it to you." Grace was spread wide open on his little sofa, her swollen pussy peeking out from under her skirt. Ben was on his knees in front of her, sucking steadily on her clit. No matter how much she begged, he had refused to penetrate her in any way until she came with only his tongue to stimulate her. She knew he was right, it could be done, but it took a very long time, and all she wanted was his cock filling her. She needed him inside her, and the teasing bastard wouldn't give it to her! "Please, Ben, please..." she repeated. "Begging for my dick," he sneered. "How slutty can one girl get?" He bent down and continued assaulting her clit. "I'll get as slutty as you want me to get, just please, give me your cock, Ben, please!" she cried. "You know, the more you talk, the more I have to talk back to you. And if I'm talking back to you, I can't be eating your pussy. So if you're ever going to cum, you really need to shut up and let me get you there. I'll stuff you full of cock after you've cum, and not an instant before." She groaned in defeat, pulling his head back into her pussy. She may have the upper hand when it came to making him lust after her, but as soon as that door was shut, he became a different man – bold, proud, unbearably sexy. She'd do anything he told her to do, and he knew it. She rocked her pussy against his face as he suckled her clit, twirling his tongue around it. She was going to have to use her mind to help her get off, if she wanted to get fucked sometime tonight. It didn't take her long to form just the right picture in her mind: Ben and Sydney taking turns fucking her, holding her down for each other. Ben fucking her while she took Sydney's cock down her throat. Now that one she liked. But what about...What about Ben fucking her pussy...while Sydney fucked her ass? That thought did it for her. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm quivering deep inside her as she pictured those two cocks ramming into each of her holes, wearing them out, shooting their hot cum into her. She began to writhe under Ben's mouth, holding his head closer to her. He knew it was coming, and he held her firmly by the hips, bracing himself against her coming convulsions. Suddenly she cried out, and the orgasm ripped through her violently. Ben kept his hold on her, keeping her from arching up and hitting him in the nose or something. He continued licking and sucking on her clit through her climax, until she pushed him away whispering, "It's too much...too much...no more..." He pulled back and sat on his heels, grinning impishly. "You look so good when you cum," he told her. She smiled, still gasping for breath. "You...you screwed yourself now," she said. "I think...that was all I can take...for now." "That's okay," he replied, climbing onto the sofa next to her. "I was in the mood to eat pussy. I can live without fucking you for a day. Maybe." "Maybe," she laughed. She stretched out like a cat, nuzzling against him and finally settling in a cuddle on his chest. "You are so good at that." She shuddered with an aftershock of the orgasm. "Mmmm," he sighed, taking in the scent of her hair. They were silent for a few moments, enjoying each other peacefully, Ben gently stroking Grace's hair. He let out a heavy sigh. "What's the matter?" Grace asked softly. There was a long pause before he replied. "I wish I had this at home," he whispered. She looked up at him, just in time to see a single tear trickle down his cheek. "Oh, Ben," she said, wiping the tear away and kissing him gently. "You'll find a way, Ben, you'll find a way to be happy, I promise." He looked at her for a long time. She had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen in his life – deep, aquatic, mysterious. And the fact that he knew the soul behind them, or felt like he did, made him that much more entranced with her. Every line and curve of her body fascinated him; every move she made turned him on. He tucked a curve of hair behind her ear. Would he find a way to be happy? Could she be the one to lead him there? Jesus Christ, what was he thinking? He couldn't fall in love with her! Even if she wasn't ten years younger than he was, she was still a student and had two years of college left! Their relationship now was risky enough; he did not need to add to it... "Ben," Grace said. "Hmm?" "You got quiet." He shook his head to clear it. "I'm sorry. I just got lost in thought." He kissed her forehead. "Do you want to know what I was thinking about before I came?" she asked. "Tell me," he said, grateful for the change in subject, and for her oblivion to his distress. "I was thinking about you and Sydney, both fucking me...I was thinking about you fucking my pussy, and Sydney fucking my ass." She wiggled a bit as she told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That sounds very appealing," he said, "but you never told me you liked anal sex." She grinned. "You never asked." "Well, well! Learn something new every day. But I'll be damned if Geek Sydney the Love Machine gets to fuck that ass before I do," he told her. She swatted him. "Just stop calling him a geek, would you? I don't do geeks." "Of course, I'm sorry," he said, winking at her. "What do you think, though, really? Do you think I could get him to do it?" She adjusted herself so that she was straddling him, looking at him directly now. "I think you could get him to fuck your ass, sure. But do I think you could get him to join me in fucking your brains out? I doubt that one. He doesn't come off as that much of a freak." "Yeah, I know." She pondered. "I wonder what would get him. Maybe he's secretly a freak." "You never know, I guess. All you can do is try." "You think?" He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him, nibbling her neck and whispering, "Just think about it. You know how much you love seducing a defenseless man...You're very persuasive, and if Sydney is half a man, he's powerless to resist this body." He ran his tongue along the outlines of her ear as she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Think about it," he said again. "Two men worshipping your body, touching you, kissing you..." "Oh, god," she whispered, her pussy getting wet again. She could feel him beginning to harden beneath her, and she rubbed herself against his cock. He ran his hands over her body as he went on. "One of us could get down and eat your pussy, and the other shove his cock in your mouth..." He was definitely getting hard as he spoke. His mouth stayed close to her ear, and with one hand he buried his fingers in her hair, and with the other he began to pull her skirt over her ass. "And this sweet little ass, who could resist it? I'd lay down just like this, get you on top of me just like you are now, shove my cock inside you..." He squeezed her ass and worked his way toward the little hole with his finger, as she fumbled with his belt, eventually unbuckling it. She managed to unzip his pants and locate his cock, pulling it out and stroking it, now fully erect. He went on. "And when I did that...oh, god, that's good...when I started fucking your sweet little pussy from underneath, Sydney would get behind you..." He began to push his finger into her ass. She let out a moan of pleasure. "And he'd start working his way into this tight little hole..." She rose up just enough to take his cock in her pussy as he spoke. A loud groan escaped him as he pushed into her, still working his finger into her ass. "My god, you're wet," he gasped. "I know," she said, breathless. "Keep going, Ben, keep talking..." She rode him slowly up and down, doing her best to stick her ass out so that he could get more of his finger in her. "He'd start fucking your ass," he went on, "real slow at first, so he didn't hurt you, because he wouldn't want to hurt you, would he..." "No, he wouldn't..." "And when he was sure you were adjusted...he'd start pounding you, hard..." "Oh, god...." "And then I'd wanna start pounding you, too...just to keep up with him...and we'd both be tearing you apart, raping both your tight little holes..." By now he had his finger all the way into her ass and was working it in and out of her as she rode him. "More, Ben, keep..." He was already holding back his climax, his cock buzzing, almost numb with pleasure. But he would wait for her. She was almost there, he could feel it. "I'd be able to feel his cock through your pussy, I'd feel his cock going in and out of your ass, our cocks rubbing together inside you...And when he'd cum, deep inside your ass, I'd feel that, too, and it would send me over the edge, and I'd explode inside you..." "Shit!!" she cried, and burst into another climax, just as he let go and filled her with his hot semen. She ground against him as they came together, both of them crying out in ecstasy. Their breathing and their moans slowed down, and Grace finally collapsed on top of Ben, gasping and panting for breath. "Yeah," Grace said, "I think...we should definitely try that..." Ben laughed. "Go for it, sweets. See what happens." That was all she could do, right? To be continued... Teacher's Pet Ch. 03 Katie sat in her room fuming. She didn't know what else her mother could expect. After all, she got good grades, didn't drink or do drugs and didn't sleep around. In fact, she had only been fucked by one boy after dating him for over a year, although she did fool around on occasion. The fight with her mother started the moment Katie walked in the door. "Hi, Mom. I just ran into Carl who said he was dropping off some homework. He asked me out for tomorrow night. He's kind of a loner, but a cute one. I said yes." Actually Carl didn't really ask, it was more like a statement. When she started to play hard to get he squeezed her arm and looked at her with his penetrating and somewhat scary eyes. He told her he was going to pick her up at eight. She nodded her head and felt a tingling in her tummy. No boy had ever been quite so sure of himself with her. "No, Katie. That boy Carl is trouble. As his teacher I know things about him I can't tell you, but I don't want you seeing him. Are we clear on this?" "No, mother, we are not clear", Katie replied, "I plan to go out with him, not marry him. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I don't need you picking my dates." "This is not open to discussion. I forbid you to go out with him. That's final." "We'll see what daddy has to say," Katie shouted as she ran into her room and slammed the door." Katie knew her father would support her, and he did. The next night Carl arrived early. Professor O'Keefe answered the door and went in search of his daughter who was still dressing. Karen slipped into the family room from the kitchen. "You lay one hand on her and I'll make you regret it in ways you can't even imagine." Carl moved closer but she stood her ground staring at him with venom in her eyes. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed her neck. He pushed her through the kitchen door and slammed her up against the wall. His other hand slid into her panties. His fingers pressed against the folds of her pussy and rubbed over her clit. "I don't think so, Mrs. O'Keefe. You'll be in bed thinking about what you could have had while my cock is pounding Katie's cunt and pumping cum into her body." Carl pushed her up onto her toes and buried two fingers in her cunt. He could feel her juices flowing. He moved them in and out in rapid fucking motions. She struggled to get the next words out of her mouth. "Okay… you win. I'll get a motel room and you can have me all day tomorrow… anyway you want. Just leave Katie alone." He pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt and shoved them into her mouth. When they heard movement in the other room, he let her go, but not before grabbing her nipple through her blouse and squeezing hard. "You should have thought of that yesterday, Mrs. O'Keefe. Do you think Katie likes her sex rough and over the edge? I wonder if she'll give it to me willingly or play hard to get like her mother. I'll let you know tomorrow." Karen was still shaking. Part of it was anger, but part of it was because Carl had hit a nerve. Despite her attempts to resist him, her body responded to his touch. Karen could feel how badly her pussy yearned for more of his young cock. When she walked out to join them, Karen was shocked to see her daughter dressed in a short leather skirt and tight white top with her nipples poking through. Katie dressed that way to get back at her mother. She wanted her to know that she was going to have a good time. Not that she was going to fuck him, but her mother would never know. If the date went really well, she would let him sample the goodies. In school Katie was always in control of situations. It was her way of overcoming her lack of confidence. Carl was different from other boys she had dated. The way he took charge when they walked out the door excited her. Katie let Carl know right away that she was interested. She knew all the tricks … a touch on the arm, biting her lip, an occasional girlish giggle, frequent eye contact, resting her head against his shoulder and an innocent hand on the thigh at the right time. Carl said very little. Katie found his quiet confidence a little intimidating. In truth, she was excited to be in his presence. She was tired of always being in control. By midnight most of the couples had disappeared from the party. Katie suggested they go for a drive down by the lake. It was private but well lit and safe. They climbed into the back seat to make-out. Katie let him feel her tits through her blouse. She even let him pull up her top and bra so he could feel the soft flesh of her bare breasts. Katie didn't want to appear too easy and also wanted to let him know that she was still in control of the situation. When Carl slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties she pulled away. "No… please. We shouldn't Carl. This is our first date." "Katie, don't be a fucking cock tease. I'm not into games." Carl yanked her head back and crushed his mouth over her lips. His hand went between her legs pushing her panties to the side. He rubbed two fingers across her gash and over her clit. Katie was caught off guard. She felt a curious tingle of excitement at being manhandled. Her body responded in ways she couldn't explain. She spread her legs to give him better access to her pussy. Carl plunged two fingers up her hot cunt. He pushed her down on the seat until her head was against the side door. He kissed her ear and then her neck. Katie squirmed against his fingers digging around inside her hot wet pussy. His lips slid over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy. "No… no Carl… we shouldn't… oh god… Carl…" Katie knew she was losing control of the situation. She feebly tried to push him away, but Carl didn't budge. He bit her nipple and pulled it with his teeth. Carl's fingers dug deeper in her cunt. His thumb rubbed her clit. He bit down harder. Katie squealed with pain. Her body stiffened just before her pussy exploded. The orgasm surprised Katie. Carl had just given her the first orgasm that she ever had with another person. By the time she recovered, Carl had his head between her legs. She felt his tongue lash out and lick her sensitive pussy. Getting her pussy licked was another first for Katie. "Carl, we have to stop… please… oooohhhh… Carl, don't…" He shoved two fingers back up her cunt and nibbled aggressively on her clit. His fingers found that special spot inside her pussy causing Katie to squirm in an agony of pleasure. When he bit her clit and pulled on it with his teeth, Katie exploded with her second orgasm in less than two minutes. Carl sucked the juices from her gushing pussy and then moved up her body and kissed her on the lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. For the first time Katie tasted her own pussy. She should have pulled away, but she didn't, finding it strangely erotic. More than that, his total command of the situation was intoxicating beyond explanation. Carl sat up and pulled down his pants. His hard and sizeable cock sprung free. Katie looked over at it apprehensively wondering what he had in mind. Carl guided her hand to the vein streaked flesh. She sat up and wrapped her fingers around its girth. "Carl, I'm being a very bad girl," she whispered, "I don't think my mother would approve." Katie pressed her lips to his and tongue kissed him. She stoked him faster and faster. Carl put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed down on her head. She tried to resist but he was too strong. Katie decided that she would finish him with her mouth. "Okay… but after this we have to go. I can't believe I'm going to really do this." Katie's lips slipped around the large knob of his cock. She had only sucked a few other cocks in her life. None were close to the length and girth of Carl. The feel of his hard flesh filling her mouth and gliding across her tongue was intoxicating. Sucking cock had never affected her like this. Her pussy was seeping and her nipples felt like they were going to explode. Katie's inexperience compared to her mother was quite evident. Carl pinched her sensitive nipples and ran his hands through her hair while he let her feast on his cock at her own pace. Katie purred and shifted so he could reach her pussy. Carl plunged two fingers up her dripping cunt. Katie had never been so turned on in the presence of another person. She still was determined not to let him fuck her, but she did want another orgasm before she made him cum. Katie even decided that she was going to let him cum in her mouth, something she had never let anyone do. Katie squirmed against his fingers trying to drive them deeper. She could feel them digging around inside her steamy hole. With her free hand she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. It took several minutes but it finally worked. The pressure building in her belly released. Juices gushed from her pussy. Carl's cock fell from her mouth. Katie screamed as her body shook with its third orgasm. Carl rubbed his dripping fingers across her lips. Katie opened her mouth so he could push them inside. Once again she was mesmerized by the taste of her own pussy. She sucked his fingers clean and giggled while looking up at Carl. "I'm really being nasty tonight. I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm going to finish you with my mouth. Then we have to go home." As soon as her lips wrapped around his swollen monster, Carl put his hands on her head and forced his cock into the opening of her throat. Katie gagged and struggled to pull up, but Carl kept the pressure on the back of her head trying to force it deeper. Katie had no choice but to find a way to let it into her throat. "If I had wanted a little girl's blowjob I would have gone out with one of your friends. Now show me what kind of a woman you are." The gagging sounds and the struggle became more intense. At last Carl had mercy and let her pull part way off his cock so she could breath. Spit and drool poured from her mouth all over his hard meat and balls. Holding her hair tight in his fingers, Carl slammed her head back down until his cock was lodged in her throat. Katie was too confused to think. She thought she was going to pass out. His cock was too big to fit in her throat. Despite her struggles, it kept going deeper. The pain from his fingers almost ripping out the hair on her head didn't help. And yet, despite all this, she wanted it. She wanted him to take her this way. She had always wanted it. It was a recurring fantasy. A man in black wearing a ski mask entered the house. Katie was alone. She tried to run but he was too fast. He slammed her face into the wall. Her skirt and panties were ripped from her body. A large cock slid into her pussy. His hands ripped her blouse and crushed her tits. He yanked her hair and pulled her head back, biting her neck until he drew blood. About then, cunt juice would squirt from her pussy as she imagined his cum filling her cunt. The fantasy always gave her an intense orgasm. Carl's cock was completely buried inside her mouth and throat. She gagged loudly as he held her there, still struggling for precious air. He let her breathe briefly before shoving his cock back in her throat, holding her head down until she gagged. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face by bobbing her head up and down. He slammed up into her mouth driving his cock into her throat on each thrust. "Much better. Now I'm going to fuck you Katie." She was still in a daze when he slammed her back against the door and climbed between her legs. Rather than remove her panties, he pulled them to the side. His fingers opened her pussy. Carl prepared to shove his cock into her hot cunt. When Katie realized what was about to happen she panicked. "No. Stop. We can't. Please…" Katie tried to push him away but Carl wouldn't budge. She could feel the tip of his cock rub against her pussy. Katie realized that she was going to lose the battle. She also realized that she wanted to lose the battle. Just like in her fantasy, she wanted to get fucked. She wanted to be taken by force. There was only one problem. "I'm… I'm not using anything. Do you have a condom?" Carl's hand shot to her neck and slammed her head against the window. She felt his cock slide into her body. He began to fuck her. Her pussy had never been filled like this. He let go of her neck and pushed her legs back by her shoulders. His hands crushed her tits. His cock pounded into her again and again. Katie no longer wanted him to stop. "Oh god… oh jesus… uh… uh… oh god yes… fuck me…" Letting go and being reckless was like an aphrodisiac. She could feel the pressure of another orgasm building in her belly. His big cock filled her again and again. Carl pinched her nipples so hard that the pain was excruciating. Pleasure and pain mixed together in a swirl of sensations that gripped her body. She threw her head back and screamed. Pussy juice gushed from her cunt. Carl's cock swelled inside her tight passage. He thrust deep into her pussy and grunted. Hot cum erupted into her steamy cunt. Carl pulled out and slammed back in filling her juicy chamber with stream after stream of his thick seed. Katie, feeling the warmth of his release spreading through her belly, cried out with yet another orgasm. Carl took his cock from her cum-filled cunt and pulled the crotch of her panties back in place to soak up the juices seeping from her body. He climbed up her body and shoved his dripping cock between her lips. The strong taste of their combined juices filled Katie's mouth. "Clean it and then suck it until it's hard again. Don't even think of not doing it. I don't want to have to hurt you." Katie looked up at him with his cock between her lips and nodded her head. She had become his slave, his fuck toy. She wanted him to dominate her, to take her in ways she had never been taken. She was addicted to his power. All signs of resistance faded. Katie eagerly sucked him into her mouth and licked the thick juices from his cock Carl could sense the change in Katie. She was now his to do with as he pleased. Carl grabbed her hair and slammed his cock deep into her throat until she choked. He did this again and again before he pulled her off and yanked her head back by the hair until she was looking up at him. Spit was dripping from her chin and she was breathing in short gasps. "Sit in my lap facing forward, Katie. I'm going to fuck you in the ass." "No… please. Not there. Anything else, but not that... please…" "I said DO IT." Carl yanked her up and slammed her against the front seat with his hand on the back of her neck pressing her head over the back of the seat. He shoved his cock into the sticky mess inside the crotch of her panties and then up the crack of her ass. When it was nice and gooey, he pressed the tip against her tight asshole and pushed. Katie screamed when she felt the huge knob of his cock punch through her tight knot and enter her body. He pushed deeper. She thought her insides were going to explode from the unbearable pressure and pain in her belly. Tears streamed down her face as he pushed even deeper. He began to fuck her. Katie could hardly breathe. Slowly and gradually Katie felt the unbearable pressure give way to a sensation of fulfillment. His fingers pushed up into her pussy. Pleasure returned to her body. She sat back on his cock and took it even deeper than it had been. She swirled her ass against him. Carl fed his fingers to her mouth. Katie sucked them between her lips. She moved her own fingers to her clit. Carl bent her over the back of the front seat and hammered her ass. He grabbed her hair and yanked back on her head. His cock pounded in and out of her stretched asshole going harder and faster on each thrust. His hand moved to her throat and squeezed. As she struggled for air, another orgasm ripped through Katie's body. Seconds later she felt warm cum pour into her bowels. Carl popped his cock out of Katie's well-fucked ass and pulled her panties back in place so they could absorb the cream drooling out. He fastened his trousers and climbed back into the driver's seat. Katie was in the process of putting on her bra and pulling her top down over her tits. "Stop. Did I tell you that you could get dressed? I don't remember telling you that. Leave them off. Understand?" Katie should have been pissed at the way he talked to her, but her need to please him was more powerful. It was like an addiction. She knew she would do anything for him. This scared her and excited her at the same time. Katie looked over at Carl and removed her top and bra. "Um… I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Are… are you going to hurt me?" Carl grabbed her jaw and turned her head towards his. He moved his face to within inches of her face. He squeezed. "Why would I want to hurt you, Katie? I like you. We're going to see a lot of each other. On the ride home I want you to suck my cock. I want you to keep sucking it even after we pull into your driveway and stop, understand?" Katie nodded and did as she was told. She knew her mother would be up and watching. The light from the porch would allow her to see into the car. In truth it would give her satisfaction to let her mother watch as she sucked Carl. She slid her lips back over his cock and down her throat. They pulled into the driveway. Carl cut the motor and grabbed Katie's head. He slammed it up and down on his cock making her go faster and deeper on each thrust. She could barely keep up. Carl slammed his cock deep into her throat and held it there until Katie struggled for air. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up into the porch light. He saw the curtains in the dining room move and knew Mrs. O'Keefe was watching. "Okay Katie, that's enough. Now I want you to get out of the car, stand in front and take off your panties. Bring them to me." Knowing her mother was watching, Katie walked topless to the front of the car, lifted her skirt and removed her cum soaked panties. The headlights almost blinded her. She handed them to Carl. He squeezed her tits and pinched each nipple, then returned her top. Katie pulled it over her naked tits and disappeared into the back door. Carl got out of the car, leaned against the hood and waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later the back door opened. Out came Mrs. O'Keefe with a kitchen knife in her hand and venom in her eyes. Carl smiled and dangled Katie's cum-soaked panties from his forefinger. "Hello Mrs. O'Keefe. Katie left something in the car." Teacher's Pet Ch. 03 Cory received quite a surprise the afternoon that Mr. Peterson asked him to come to his office after school. He was anxious, a little excited, hoping that this time Mr. Peterson would suck his dick and he'd get to suck his teacher's dick again. Instead, when he opened the door of the office, he didn't see anyone immediately but he heard a wet sound and heavy breathing. Carefully closing the door, he stepped forward until he was able to see the entire room. His gasp alerted Mr. Peterson who looked up and saw Cory standing there, he smiled, "Sit down Cory." and gestured to the chair. Stumbling, unable to take his eyes of the sight of another young man sucking on the teacher's dick, Cory fell into the chair completely flabbergasted. It wasn't just any other young man sucking Mr. Peterson's cock, it was Sam, the worst of the boys who bullied him at the school. He was fascinated by seeing this intimidating male sucking so eagerly on Mr. Peterson's dick, his own began to swell as he watched the intimate act. Sam obviously knew he was there, and his cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, but he kept sliding Mr. Peterson's dick down his throat as the teacher moaned thrust forward. Cory could actually see Sam's throat working when Mr. Peterson held himself inside Sam's mouth, obviously cumming. Wondering if he looked like that when he swallowed Mr. Peterson's cum, Cory rubbed the bulge in his pants that had grown quite large. Mr. Peterson pulled out of Sam's mouth, but kept his hand on top of the young man's head to keep him kneeling, "Come here Cory." Hesitantly, Cory walked over as Sam's eyes widened, his blush deepening. Cory was more innocent, he didn't know what was about to happen. When he got to the pair, Mr. Peterson unzipped Cory's pants and let them drop to the ground, smiling as Cory's dick bobbled in front of Sam's face. Cory blushed at being so exposed in front of his bully. "Well, what a nice cock Cory has," Mr. Peterson fisted it as Cory moaned, his hips jumping forward at the touch, "Don't you think that Cory has a nice cock Sam?" Sam nodded, looking almost transfixed at Cory's dick as Mr. Peterson masturbated it. "Would you like to suck on Cory's cock?" Mr. Peterson's voice was low, almost gentle, mesmerizing. Sam hesitated, Cory was completely astounded as his bully leaned forward, opening his lips to receive his victim's cock. It was soft... wet... a warm envelope that slid down his dick, taking inch by inch... Sam's tongue tickling the underside. The most fantastic feeling ever. Cory put his hands on top of Sam's head to steady himself, wanting to thrust forward and feel more... Sam's gentle glide down Cory's shaft continued until the whole length of it was buried in Sam's throat. Cory thought he was in heaven, not only was getting head the most fantastic sensation he'd ever felt, but his first time was from the guy who'd been bullying him all year! Karmic vengeance with a kick! Sam slid up and down his dick, as Cory moaned with pleasure, becoming more and more eager as he sucked Cory's cock. Because he was lost in sensation, Cory wasn't paying any attention at all to Mr. Peterson who was watching them both with eager eyes, his own dick already starting to swell again. Going to the desk drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube and coated two of his fingers with it. Returning to the pair, he stood watching for a minute or two, examining both of them and enjoying the ecstatic expression on Cory's face. Then he stood behind Cory, his finger's caressing the younger man's ass. Cory was barely aware of anything but the mouth traveling up and down his dick, until a wet, slimy, but firm finger began to push into his asshole. He gasped and thrust forward into Sam's throat, trying to get away from the questing finger. "It's alright Cory," Mr. Peterson murmured, pressing into him from behind, "Just let it happen..." Moaning, Cory's asshole ached a little as Mr. Peterson's finger twisted inside it, stretching it open for the first time. But the pleasure that Sam was creating was more than pleasurable enough to distract him from any discomfort his teacher was causing. Mr. Peterson's finger pressed forward every time Cory pulled back, creating the strange sensation of something entering him every time he pulled out of Sam's mouth. Strange and yet strangely pleasurable. It didn't take long for Cory to adjust... and then Mr. Peterson was pushing in another finger. Cory could feel his teacher's fingers deep inside him, stretching his ass open. Mr. Peterson was pressed against him behind, breathing heavily, fisting his own dick which was swollen and ready again. It took Cory even less time to get used to two fingers invading his ass, and as soon as he was it stopped being a distraction to the amazing blow job he was getting. With two fingers in his ass, Cory thrust in and out of Sam's mouth, his grip on the other boy's hair getting tighter as his balls boiled. Mr. Peterson's fingers shoved deep in his ass as he held Sam's mouth against his groin, crying out with amazed pleasure as spurt after spurt of his cum traveled straight down Sam's throat. Sam kept sucking until Cory was completely finished, almost sagging except that there were two fingers in his ass holding him up. Now that he had cum, Cory was very aware of the strange feeling of something invading his ass. "Thank you very much Sam," Mr. Peterson smiled, "You can leave now..." Quickly Sam stood and practically ran from the room, but not before Cory saw the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Sam had been more than a willing participant, he'd been turned on by everything. "Let's go over to my desk, Cory," Mr. Peterson practically crooned. Cory felt very strange walking over to the desk with Mr. Peterson's fingers still wiggling inside his asshole.