2 comments/ 22353 views/ 1 favorites Teacher's Pet Ch. 04 By: Sunnie The little sofa rocked under the force of Sydney's skilled pounding, with Grace facing away from him, her head draped over the back of the sofa. Grace let out a grunt each time his thick cock bottomed out inside her, steadying herself against him by holding his hands as they gripped her hips. A thin veil of sweat had formed over Sydney's face and chest, his hair sticking to his forehead as he continued thrusting himself into her. "Ooohhh, shit," Grace cried. "Oh, you like that?" Sydney taunted. "It's good, it's really good," she grunted. "Just good?" He doubled the force of his pounding, tightening his grip on her hips. "Oh, Jesus!" she screamed. She let go of his hands in favor of the sofa, gripping wherever she could to keep herself steady. Her head became squashed against the cushions of the back of the sofa. "That's what I thought. You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" "Just keep..." She trailed off, her eyes rolling back in her head in the haze of his fucking. "Keep what? Come on, Grace. Say it." "Keep..." "Say it." "Sydney..." "Say it, or I'll stop." To prove it, he slowed down. "Sydney, don't ... keep ... oh god..." "Say it!" "Fuck me, Sydney, keep fucking me, please, fuck me!" He laughed at her. "You're cute when you beg." He grabbed her right leg and threw it over his shoulder, turning her into a sideways scissor, held on to her thigh and pounded into her with renewed vigor. Grace's eyes rolled back into her head as she tried to brace herself against him. She didn't even hear her own screams of delight through the haze of her pleasure. His face faded away before her as he pummeled into her, and when she closed her eyes, a new face took its place: It was Ben's. Ben. Nobody ever fucked her the way Ben did. Nobody ever made her laugh the way he did, or looked at her the way he did, or wanted her the way he did. She couldn't get her mind off him no matter where she was or what she was doing – even if she was here, with Sydney, getting her brains frantically fucked out. Ben. Ben, Ben, Ben. The vision of him overtook her senses, and in her mind's eye she saw him fucking her, kissing her, devouring her. She felt her pussy muscles quiver around the cock buried inside her, just before the orgasm took her by surprise. She cried out, shattering her illusion of Ben's body melded to hers, shaking and shivering in the intensity of the climax. She didn't even hear Sydney's cry of pleasure as he emptied himself into the condom encasing his cock. He pulled out of her, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and went to discard the condom. He had insisted on it, even though she told him she was on birth control. He was a little shaken up by the fact that they hadn't used anything the first time they were together, and he didn't want to take any more chances. She didn't blame him. As he trotted toward the trash can, Grace rolled herself up into a little ball, resting her head on her knees. The reality of her feelings for Ben, and that she had been thinking of him while fucking Sydney deeply disturbed her. It was rude to Sydney, for one thing, even if he wasn't aware of it. He was probably grateful for whatever piece of ass he was able to get, but as far as she was concerned, it was disrespectful. Sex, at the very least, should be about lust for the other person, right? That was what made it so good between her and Ben, and what made it so good between her and Sydney the first time. Pure, simple lust. But there was more than that, wasn't there? She was thinking of Ben. Fucking Sydney, but thinking of Ben. Did it mean... Did it mean she was falling for Ben? Christ. That was all she needed. Fall in love with your married English professor who's ten years older than you? she thought. Yeah, Grace. Great idea. But it didn't have to mean that she was in love with him, did it? It could just mean that she liked fucking him better. Maybe that was it, maybe that's all it was... "You look pensive," Sydney said. She started. "Oh, wow, I'm sorry," she said. "I got kind of...lost in thought, I guess." "Hmm." Sydney studied her. "Feel like sharing?" Did she? She might as well. He should at least know, shouldn't he? She would tell him. He deserved to know. She cleared her throat. "Sydney, I don't know what you think of me. I don't know if you think I'm just a horny college chick trying to score with teachers..." "No, no," he interrupted. "That's not what I think at all. I think you're a beautiful, intelligent young woman who happens to be incredible in bed." He looked around. "Or, on the couch, as it were." She giggled in spite of herself. "Well, thank you. But I'm afraid that when I tell you what's bothering me, that you WILL think I'm just a horny college chick." He leaned back against the couch, settling in. "Try me." He deserved to know. Didn't he? Clearing her throat, she said, "It's only fair that you should know, I was ... thinking of someone else just now." She faltered. "I was thinking of someone I have been seeing for a little while..." "Wait, you're seeing someone?" "Well, in a way, if I can explain..." "Please." His brow furrowed. "I'm not exactly...I mean, he and I are not, you know, boyfriend-girlfriend, exclusive relationship. I'm not cheating on anybody here, okay?" Sydney nodded, and she went on, "But we have been sleeping together for a little while. See, this person I'm seeing...I talked to him about you before I ever came to you, before I ever approached you...I wanted to be open about it, like I am with everything. I guess that's why I'm telling you this now. I can't keep secrets from people, Sydney, it's just not me. It's not right." "I understand, Grace, go ahead." "He and I have been friends for a while, and we respect each other that way, and we've kind of carried it over into our relationship, such as it is. Am I making sense so far?" "So far, yes." She took a deep breath. "I told him I had a crush on you and that I wanted to ... well, I wanted to seduce you, and he told me basically that I didn't need his permission, but he was glad I talked to him about it, I think..." She paused, searching for the right words. "So it was this young man that you were thinking of just now," Sydney said. "Yes." "But you mentioned something about being a horny college chick who's just out to fuck teachers, right?" "Oh, God," she whispered, burying her head in her hands. "What have I done." "So it's another teacher, then?" She didn't respond, her face creeping further into the refuge of her hands. "Grace, it's all right, just tell me, okay? Look, it's really all right, I promise," he said, wrapping his arm around her. "It's just that I haven't told anybody out of respect for him, and God, Sydney, if anyone finds out..." "I won't say anything, you should know that. Besides, if I did... I mean, I'm fucking you, too, right? It'd be my ass, too." "Sydney, I would never tell. I'd get thrown out of school. So I guess we all have each other by the balls, don't we?" He laughed. "I suppose we do." He stroked her hair. "You don't have to tell me who it is. I just don't like to see anybody upset. I want to help if I can." She held his gaze. "It's my English professor." His eyes grew wide. "Ben Foster? Are you serious? Benjamin J. Foster, Ph. D?" She chuckled. "Yeah. It's Ben." He gave a low whistle. "Wow. I knew things were bad with him and his wife, but I didn't peg him for a cheater." "Well, he's really not the cheating type. He and I just have a really strong chemistry, I guess. Like I said, we started off as good friends, and it kind of developed. And I don't care about him leaving his wife. It's not as deep as all that. I wish he'd leave her for his own sake, because she treats him like shit, but as far as I'm concerned, I enjoy our friendship and I enjoy the sex, and so does he, and we're fine with things the way they are." "Interesting. So you told Ben you wanted me, and he told you it was fine?" She looked up at him again. This could be the perfect opportunity to present her and Ben's idea to him... "Actually," she said carefully, "he went a step further than that..." "Oh?" She shifted in her seat, still looking at him directly. "Are you interested in a fantasy of mine?" "Absolutely," he replied, scooting closer to her. She also moved closer to him. She felt very intimate with him, and very comfortable. She smiled. There was no gentle way to say this. "I have a fantasy...of being taken by two men at once." His eyebrows rose. "A threesome, you mean?" She nodded. "Have you ever tried it? Or thought about it?" He blushed slightly. "I've thought about it. I've thought about it with two women, but who hasn't? But I've also thought about it with one woman and two men, with the men taking turns fucking the woman..." "Or what about the two men fucking the woman at the same time?" she said grinning. He blinked. "You mean ... two cocks in the same pussy?" "Or, one cock in the pussy...and one in the ass." She cocked an eyebrow at him. His eyes widened again. "Wow... You know what; I've never thought of that...Wow, that would be...Wow." She giggled. "You like that idea, huh?" "I do indeed!" he said grinning. "Would you be interested in maybe trying it out with me and Ben? I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be teamed with." She grinned back at him. Then his grin faded. "Seems awfully risky," he said quietly. "It is. But Ben and I are very discreet. No one knows, no one has ever guessed. We would do our very best to be inconspicuous." She leaned in and kissed him. "Don't tell me you've never thought of shoving that cock in my ass, Sydney," she whispered. He drew in a sharp breath, but didn't say anything. His cock swelled, half-erect, twitching. She looked down at it, smirking slyly. "You'd love it, wouldn't you," she said. His eyes closed. "I would. I really would." He opened his eyes, looking at her intently. "You know what?" "What's that?" "You told me a secret. I'll tell you one, too. How's that?" "That would be nice." He cleared his throat. "Well, I told you I've thought of doing threesomes before. I've thought of them with two women, and I've thought of them with a man and a woman...But I've also thought of them...with two men." At this last part, Sydney dropped his gaze, his voice low. It was Grace's turn to be surprised. "Wow. So you're bisexual?" "Well, I don't know, really. I've never done it. But I am definitely curious. Does that make you feel...any different, about me?" He looked up at her almost sadly. She smiled and stroked his head. "No, not at all. Why should it? You'd be surprised how many guys feel the same way." "And you won't say anything? Not even to Ben?" She pondered. "I may tell Ben that you told me a secret, since I'm a really shitty liar and I can't hide things from him, but I won't tell him what the secret is. And since it's your secret and not mine, he won't press me." "Are you sure he won't?" "Positive. Ben knows when to stay out of things. Besides, he's got enough going on in his life. But I promise you, Sydney, your secrets are safe with me." She smiled and squeezed his hand. Relief passed over his face as he returned the squeeze. "You're something else, Grace." "Nah. I'm just a horny college chick." ****************** Ben's planner threatened to fall to the floor as he sat at his desk chair with his feet propped on the desk. The planner, balanced on his lap, teetered slowly back and forth against his knees. He had neglected it in favor of the window, through which he absently watched students make their ways to and from classes, as he rested his chin on his knuckles. Dazed, blank, and a little sorrowful, he watched them, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. He thought of Monica, what she could be doing. Then he remembered that she didn't do anything, ever. He thought of his two children, his son and his daughter, and wondered what they were doing, whether they were safe and happy, whether they missed him. He loved the smiles and giggles from them when he came home at night. For all the hell he had endured with Monica, those two beautiful rays of Heaven made it all worthwhile. If only he had chosen a better mother for them. He wondered what kind of mother Grace would make one day. Grace. Dammit, there she was again. He couldn't get through ten minutes of idle thinking without Grace popping into his head in one way or another. This was getting too deep, and he was genuinely afraid of what may lie ahead for him if he continued this relationship with his twenty-year-old student. It was blind luck, or good planning, that no one had found out about them yet. He feared it was only a matter of time before they were discovered. He swung his legs off the desk, letting the planner finally take its plunge to the floor, and let his head fall to the desktop with a muffled thump. "Christ, Foster," he said aloud, "what have you gotten yourself into now?" Directly above his ear, his phone rang. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, straightening up. He picked up the receiver. "Dr. Foster." The voice on the other end barked simply, "Hey." It was Monica. Good God, what could she possibly want at two in the afternoon? "What's up." "I need you to talk to your son," she said, her voice dripping with displeasure. "Why, what happened?" "He's colored all over the goddamn walls again, Ben! I've told him and told him about this, and he just won't listen to me!" Her voice became shrill. "Monica, first of all, he's your son, too, and you can discipline him. You do know that, right?" "He doesn't listen to me, Ben!" she shrieked. "He's three years old, Mon, what do you want from him?" "I WANT him to show me some RESPECT!" Jesus Christ in a miniskirt. "Monica, I really don't have time for this, I have a class in less than an hour. Can't you put him in a corner or something?" "What the fuck!" she cried. "I call you for help and you can't even talk to your own son, and help me out here? Christ, what do I keep you around for?" "For sex, maybe?" he replied dryly. "I can't believe you, you are so insensitive, and you can't even take part in your children's discipline –" "That's right, Monica, I never do anything for you, do I?" he snapped, his own voice rising. "I don't work sixty hours a week, I don't fucking cook for you, I don't clean up after you, I don't make sure the kids are clean and fed, I don't do shit for you, do I? What the fuck do you keep me around for?" "You – " "Shut the fuck up and let me talk to my boy." He expected her to hang up on him, but after a few seconds of silence, his son's voice chirped through the line. "Hi, Daddy." "Hey, kiddo, what's happening?" "Mommy yelled at you," little Eric replied. Ben's heart broke. "Yeah, she did. I think she was mad at me." "She was mad at me, too." "What for?" Eric lowered his voice. "Cause I drawed on the wall." "Really? What did you draw?" "I drawed Batman!" Eric cried happily. Ben chuckled. "Well, buddy, that's pretty cool, but you remember how we talked about what crayons are for? They're just for paper, remember?" "They weren't crayons, Daddy. They were markers." Great. "Where did you get markers?" "From Lizzie. She let me see them." His daughter. Always the instigator. "I see. Well, the same rule goes for markers, too, okay? They're just for paper. That way you can keep your picture. See?" "Yeah." "Just don't draw on the walls anymore, pal. We got a deal?" "Deal!" "Okay. Now behave till I get home, and we can play Candy Land." "Cool!" Ben laughed. "I'll see you tonight, buddy." "Bye, Daddy." Ben hung up the phone before Monica could take it back from Eric. He'd had about all he could take of her for one day, and he hadn't even spoken to her before he left for work this morning. Not that he hadn't tried. She just wasn't awake yet. The kids were, but she wasn't. He only hoped they weren't left alone for too long when he had to leave. "Is this the life I signed up for?" he muttered. He wondered if Grace could handle it. And there she would be, in less than half an hour, sitting in his class with one of those tear-it-off-and-fuck-me-blind skirts of hers, and he would be putty in her – Knock, knock, knock. Jesus Christ! "Come in," Ben called begrudgingly. The door creaked open, and a small head peeked in. "Grace!" Ben cried, rising from his chair. She looked fabulous in her khaki capris (not what he was expecting, to be sure) and a pale pink sleeveless polo shirt. Her curly red hair was pinned back by a single hair stick, and a few stray curls framed her face. God, it was good to see her. "Ben!" Grace cried mockingly, grinning at him and opening her arms for a hug. He let himself absorb the embrace, taking in her scent and the feel of her arms around his neck. He kissed her cheek. "How are you, sweetie?" "I'm well, thank you," she said, returning his kiss before breaking the hug. "How are you?" She looked directly at him when she said that. He didn't even know if she knew she was doing it. But somehow it made him feel more like she really did care. "I've been better," he replied, gesturing toward the couch. She crossed the office and sat down on the little sofa. "What's the matter?" "I just got off the phone with Monica. She ripped me a new one because Eric colored up the walls." He flopped down next to her. "Ooh, what did he draw?" Ben was touched. He grinned and replied, "Batman." "Awesome. I'd keep it on the walls and have him draw a mural, if I were you." Ben felt a knot in his throat. God, if only... "Hey, what's the matter, honey? Did I say something...?" "No," he whispered. He reached out and touched her cheek lightly. "You're going to make a hell of a mother someday." Teacher's Pet Ch. 04 Karen was furious. Carl hadn't just fucked her daughter. He had turned her into a sex slave. Her anger turned to rage when she saw him dangling Katie's panties from his finger. Karen picked up a knife and headed out the door. She had no idea what she was going to do with it. She was so angry she couldn't think straight. Everything happened so quickly that Karen didn't have time to react. Carl twisted her arm behind her back taking the knife from her hand. Then he slammed her face down against the hood of the car. He pulled her other hand behind her back and tied them together with his belt. "Is that any way to greet someone who showed your daughter the time of her life? You should thank me, Mrs. O'Keefe. You know, I don't think Katie had ever been properly fucked, and I'm quite sure she never had a cock up her ass before tonight." Carl pulled her head back by the hair. He rubbed the cum-stained panties over his teacher's face and stuffed them into her mouth. With the knife he cut off her cotton top and tied it around her mouth as a gag to hold the panties in place. Mrs. O'Keefe struggled, but she had nowhere to go and couldn't cry for help. "You can probably taste your daughter's cunt juice mixed with cum. Katie gushes like a fountain. I guess she gets that from her mother." Karen quit struggling so she could control her breathing through her nose. The strong taste of cum and cunt juice filled her mouth, confirming what Carl had told her. She could feel her shorts being cut away with the knife. He was going to fuck her right there in her driveway and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Once he pulled the shorts from her body, Carl ripped off her panties. He shoved two fingers up her hot and already juicy pussy and dug them around inside her cunt. Then he pushed his thumb up her ass. "Mrs. O'Keefe, you are a very nasty lady. You came out here for me to fuck you. Why else would your pussy be dripping like a bitch in heat?" She knew he was right. Most of her anger was not because of Katie... it was because her pussy wanted his cock so badly she had been thinking about it all night. His fingers left her body and she felt the huge knob of his cock at her entrance. He pushed and quickly filled the void in her belly. She wanted to hate him, but it was a losing battle. She craved his cock. She wanted to be fucked. Carl cut off her bra with the knife and grabbed her tits. His cock pounded her pussy hard and fast. He could tell she loved it when she tilted her ass back to take him deeper into her cunt. He pinched her nipples hard, tugging and pulling them until he knew she was feeling pain. She let out a muffled moan through the panties in her mouth. Karen was on fire. She pushed back on his cock each time he thrust it into her body, driving it deeper and deeper into her cunt. When he tugged and pinched her nipples it was like an aphrodisiac. The pressure in her belly was unbearable. Karen knew that the explosion was going to happen soon. Carl felt her body tense. He thrust hard and deep into her cunt. He yanked her head back by the hair and squeezed her nipple with the other hand. Juices gushed from her body all over his cock and balls. Mrs. O'Keefe moaned and gasped into the panties in her mouth. Carl continued to hammer her pussy. She could hardly breathe. He pulled on the other nipple. Another orgasm ripped through her body. Carl noticed a curtain move on the second floor. Katie was standing at the window. She knew this was all wrong, knew that she should get her father or call the police, but she was frozen. Katie saw Carl looking up at her as she watched him fuck her mother. She knew how her mother was feeling with Carl's cock in her pussy, and she wanted to feel the same thing. She moved a hand to her nipple and another between her legs. . Carl pulled his cock from Mrs. O'Keefe's twitching pussy and pressed it against the hard nub of her asshole. Mrs. O'Keefe stiffened when he shoved it into her ass with one hard thrust. Three strokes later he was completely buried up her dark passage. Carl grabbed her hips and relentlessly fucked her tight hole. Karen winced at the pain. He had done nothing to prepare her for the invasion of her back door. She struggled, but with her hands tied behind her back there was nothing she could do as his cock ripped into her asshole again and again. Tears streamed down her cheeks until at last the pain began to ease. Katie slipped a hand behind her and slid it between her cheeks until the tip of her finger touched her sore asshole. She rubbed it in circles and pushed the tip through her opening. Slowly the finger pushed all the way into her dark tunnel. She moved her other hand to her pussy. Carl was still looking up at her. "You have a tight ass, Mrs. O'Keefe... just like Katie's. She didn't like it at first either, but then she came so hard she squirted pussy juice everywhere." She felt so dirty and nasty getting fucked in the ass. Not only that, but there was something especially nasty about getting fucked by the same cock that was up her daughter's ass earlier that night. As she thought about it Karen felt herself loosen and her pussy begin to flow. Carl pounded his cock into Mrs. O'Keefe's tight opening harder and faster. He yanked the gag from her mouth until it was wrapped it around her neck. He looked up at Katie as he pulled it tight and lifted her head from the car. Katie watched her mother push the cum soaked panties from her mouth. Katie was turned on to know that her mother could taste her pussy along with Carl's cum which had seeped out of her body. Karen was pulled up from the hood of the car by the neck until Carl was fucking her ass standing. He raised the knife and brushed the sharp point across her hard nipples. Karen felt jolts of pain and pleasure shoot through her body. Carl pushed the point into her sensitive tips being careful not to break the skin. He saw Katie watching intently. "I think you're about to cum, Mrs. O'Keefe. Maybe I should rub your clit." Karen felt the cold blade run down across her stomach. Carl pushed the handle of the knife up her cunt and fucked her with it. She was so close. She wanted desperately to finish. When he pulled it out and pressed the sharp tip into her sensitive clit she lost it. Her legs became wobbly. Cunt juice squirted from her pussy and dripped down the blade. She tried to scream but he was choking her too hard for any noise to escape. Katie picked up the fingernail scissors from the bedside stand and raked the sharp tip across her hard nipples as she watched. She now had two fingers digging around inside her ass. Her body was on fire as she watched what Carl was doing to her mother. She moved the tip of the scissors to her clit. She watched her mother cum. Moments later Katie gasped. Pussy juice gushed from her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Carl pulled his teacher down onto her knees, grabbed her hair and shoved his cock between her lips. The swollen head of his meat pressed against the back of her throat. He held her head in place and continued to push until he felt it slide deeper. Finally his balls came to rest on her chin. He held his cock deep in her throat. Karen couldn't breathe and was helpless to do much with her hands tied behind her back. She gagged on his cock and desperately struggled for air until he finally pulled out. He shoved it back in and fucked her face hard and fast, occasionally pushing it down her throat and holding it there. Spit drooled freely from her lips and down his balls. Carl cut his finger with the knife and dripped blood onto his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. The taste of blood was stimulating. Karen could feel it in her pussy. She wanted desperately to touch her clit but was helpless with her hands behind her back. More blood dripped onto her lips and into her mouth. Suddenly Karen's body tensed and her pussy twitched. Juices began to run down her thigh. Katie watched from the window, sucking two fingers while she rubbed her clit. She cut her finger with the point of the scissors and sucked on the blood. She wanted Carl's cock in her mouth, wanted Carl to do to her what he was doing to her mom. She rubbed her sore throat to help remember what it felt like earlier when Carl had forced his cock into it. Carl pulled his cock from Mrs. O'Keefe's mouth and aimed it at her face. He looked up at Katie. Karen felt the first splash splatter across her lips and nose. Another blast shot into her eye and across her cheek. More hot cream splattered her forehead. When he was finally done Karen's face was dripping. Carl climbed into the car and left her kneeling on the driveway with her hands bound behind her. "Thanks for coming out to see me, Mrs. O'Keefe. It's good when a mother takes such interest in her daughter's affairs. I'll see both of you real soon." Carl was staring up at Katie when he sprayed cum all over her mother's face almost as if he were shooting cum onto her face. Katie had another orgasm. She watched Carl drive away leaving her mother on her knees with thick cream dripping from her chin. Mrs. O'Keefe tried to stand but fell over on the driveway. After several minutes of squirming she finally freed her hands. Karen slowly gathered her shredded clothes and walked naked through the back door. Her knees were scraped by the pavement and her throat was sore from being choked by Carl's cock. Despite all that, her body was satisfied. She tingled all over. She had gone out there to get fucked. The knife was just an excuse. Katie slipped between the sheets knowing that nothing would ever be the same. In one night her whole world was turned upside down. Katie had become a sex slave to a boy she barely knew. She masturbated watching the same boy fuck her mother while her mother had one orgasm after another as he did it to her. Katie was both afraid and excited about the future. The next day Karen had a serious mother daughter talk with Katie. Katie admitted everything Carl had done to her and cried on her mother's shoulder. Karen was surprised at how easily Katie agreed to keep away from him in the future. Katie did listen to her mother, and in many ways agreed with her. Her crying was genuine. She was scared. But now that she knew her mother was a whore it didn't matter. She was going to do whatever she pleased. Agreeing with her to keep away from Carl was easy, but she had no intention of keeping her promise. After their talk Karen went to see Carl. She waited for his parents to leave and knocked on the door. She stepped inside and offered him a proposition. Stay away from Katie and he could have her whenever he wanted and any way he wanted. To prove it, she opened her blouse and showed him her tits. Deep down Karen was excited to make the offer. She did want to keep Carl away from Katie, but she had really come there to get fucked. Carl was amused and flashed his smug smile as she talked. He had no intention of staying away from Katie, but he decided to have a little fun with Mrs. O'Keefe first. "That's very generous of you, Mrs. O'Keefe. We may as well get started. I think that I would like to have you... let's see... this way." Carl grabbed her arm and slammed her face first against the wall, twisting it up behind her back until she grimaced with pain. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties from her body. Moments later he pulled his hard cock from his pants and slotted it in the opening to her fuck hole. He shoved hard. Karen felt his big cock stab deep into her belly. He didn't have to take her like this, but she was glad he did. She liked it rough. Her arm was in pain as he twisted it even further up her back. She tilted her ass to receive his thrusting cock, trying to drive it deeper and deeper into her cunt. His other hand pinched her nipple so hard that pain shot through her head. Karen's orgasm was only seconds later. Carl threw her to the ground, grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat. He fucked her mouth relentlessly. She could barely keep up with him. Spit and drool were streaming down his cock and over her neck and tits. Her head was tilted all the way back as he fucked his cock straight down into her mouth. She gagged each time he slammed his meat down her throat. Carl could feel his balls shrink and his cock swell. He pulled it from her mouth and pumped it with his hand. The first blast of cum splashed between her eyes and across her forehead. The second filled her mouth and splashed across her lips. More cum landed all over her face and hair before he was finished. He shoved his cock back into her mouth and down her throat to drain the last few drops. "Don't move, Mrs. O'Keefe, and don't clean yourself." Carl reached over and picked up a digital camera from the hallway table. He began to click pictures. Karen didn't know why she let him do it. It was humiliating. He could use them against her. And yet... there was something addicting about it, something both exhilarating but nasty and degrading. Carl made her suck his cock with cum still dripping from her face. He clicked away. He had her get on all fours, tilt her ass in the air and look back at him while he clicked pictures of her pussy and ass. He made her shove a finger up her ass and clicked more pictures. He put his cock in her pussy and then into her asshole. More pictures. Car put the camera on the table and set it to go off every five seconds. He pulled a chair into the hallway and sat in it. He made her sit slowly on his cock while staring into the camera as he guided it up her asshole. Then he made her rub her clit and finger her pussy as she rode his hard meat. He reached around and squeezed her nipples hard, twisting them until she yelped. The camera kept clicking away. Karen could hold back the explosion. She rubbed her clit faster and faster until her pussy squirted with an orgasm. Seconds later Carl grunted and squirted cum into Mrs. O'Keefe's asshole. The camera clicked away as he slowly pushed her up off of him, and continued to click as cum gushed from her open sphincter onto his cock and balls. "Look at the mess you made, Mrs. O'Keefe. Now lick it up, and look into the camera while you do it." He threw her to the floor and pulled her face into the sticky mess. Karen put out her tongue and licked his cock clean while making love to the camera with her eyes. It was the most disgusting and humiliating thing she had ever done, and yet she loved it. She had become Katie. She was his sex slave. He could do anything he wanted and she was going to let him. If only he would stay away from Katie. "Look, I've done everything you asked. You'll keep away from Katie, right?" "And for that I can have you anyway I want? Well in that case I want to fuck you in front of your husband. I want him to see how much you love my cock." He told her his plan. She didn't like it, but what choice did she have. At least Katie would be gone when it happened. She was spending the day with a girlfriend. For that she was grateful. As planned, the backdoor was open when Carl arrived wearing a ski mask. He found Professor O'Keefe in the study. "Hello Professor. You don't know me, but I know you. Don't move." The gun he put to his head wasn't loaded, but the Professor didn't know that. Carl tied his hands and gagged him. Together they went in search of Mrs. O'Keefe. Carl already knew that she was in the bedroom. He threw the Professor into a chair and tied his feet. "Hello Mrs. O'Keefe. Have you ever dreamed of being fucked in front of your husband? I'll bet he's had that fantasy. Let's make it come true. Take your clothes off." As he had instructed her the day before, she tried to run. Carl grabbed her arm and practically yanked it from its socket as he threw her onto the bed. He ripped the blouse from her body and then her bra. Next went her panties. He left the short skirt. The Professor struggled to get out of his chair, but he could barely move. Karen couldn't believe the emotions running through her body. She should have felt humiliated and angry. Instead her pussy was dripping like a faucet. She could feel her nipples swell from the tips of her naked breasts. She loved what he was doing to her. Doing it in front of her husband just added to the excitement. "I'm going to tell you this once, Mrs. O'Keefe, and you had better get it right. You do everything I tell you and I won't put a bullet through your husband's head. One mistake and BANG. Got it?" Carl put the empty gun to the Professor's head and cocked it. Mrs. O'Keefe shook her head in the affirmative. Carl grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the floor. "Good. First you can get on your knees and suck my cock. I hope for your husband's sake that you know how to suck cock." Karen scrambled to her knees and unbuckled his pants. She couldn't wait to feast her eyes on his big cock and feel it sliding between her lips. She pulled down his pants and looked at the tasty meat hanging in front of her face. Her mouth was watering. She looked over at her husband. He grimaced and nodded his consent. She tried not to smile. Karen made a show of pretending like she didn't know what to do. She put out her tongue and touched it, then put her lips on it. She watched as it slowly stirred to life. She finally put it in her mouth and felt it continue to expand. When he was fully erect she slid her lips down the hard flesh and swirled her tongue over the swollen knob on top. "I thought I told you to suck my cock, not play with it. Didn't your husband ever teach you anything, Mrs. O'Keefe? Well then you're about to get a lesson." Carl grabbed her hair and yanked her head towards him while cramming his hard cock into her mouth. She had no choice but to open her throat. He kept her lips pressed tightly against his pubes until he could feel her struggle for air. He yanked her head away as she gasped and drooled. He shoved his cock back down her throat. "That's more like it. Now open wide so I can fuck your mouth." He slammed repeatedly in and out of her mouth jerking her head forward each time he thrust his hard meat between her lips and jammed it into the back of her throat. She was making loud sucking and slurping sounds and drooling everywhere. Occasionally he would shove it all the way in and hold it there until she was desperate for air. Karen was delirious with lust. The harder he fucked her mouth the more her pussy leaked. She loved it when he crammed it down her throat and made her gag. She couldn't get enough, and she loved that her husband was being forced to watch. "Why don't we show your husband what a little whore cock sucker looks like." Carl yanked her head off his cock and turned her face to her husband holding her by the hair so she couldn't move. Spit and drool was splattered across her lips and chin. Her mouth was open. She couldn't hide the lust or the desperation in her eyes. "I think she likes it, Professor. Look at her eyes. Tell him, Mrs. O'Keefe. Tell him how much you enjoy sucking my cock." Karen couldn't believe he was making her do this. She mumbled a few 'uhs' and nothing more. She had a feeling about what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. "Oh... maybe you forgot, Mrs. O'Keefe. Well let me remind you." In a quick snap of her head he crammed his cock back down her throat. He held it there until she was struggling desperately for air. This time he didn't let her go. "Do you remember now, Mrs. O'Keefe? Do you think you can tell the Professor how much you enjoy having my cock in your mouth?" She shook her head. Her lungs were burning. She was going to pass out if he didn't let her breathe soon. He finally pulled out. She coughed and drooled a massive flood of spit down her chest. He slapped her face with his hard cock as she regained her senses. Then he grabbed her hair and turned her face up to look at her husband. Teacher's Pet Ch. 04 "Professor, I think you wife has something she wants to say to you." "I... I love sucking his cock." He twisted her hair until she thought he was going to rip it out of her head. "Is that it? Don't you love it? Don't you crave the feel of my cock gliding across your tongue and fucking your mouth and going down your throat? Tell your husband." "Yes... yes, I love his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I love the feel of hard flesh sliding through my lips. I love the way he fucks my face. I love it all." She looked up at her husband as she spoke. He looked a little taken back by the look of lust on her face when she said it. What he didn't know was that Karen's pussy was leaking so much she could feel it running down her thigh. She did love what Carl was doing to her. She wanted more. "See Professor... she loves it. I'll bet you love it too. Watching your wife suck my cock and love it has your cock hard, doesn't it? Why don't you take it out for all of us to see, Mrs. O'Keefe?" Carl threw Mrs. O'Keefe over into her husband's lap. She pulled down his zipper and was surprised when she extracted a very hard cock. Her fucking husband was a pervert and a voyeur. That just excited her more. "Oh my, Professor, but you are a bad boy. Mrs. O'Keefe, why don't you give your husband a sample of your new skills? Who knows, he might thank me." He shoved her face into the Professor's lap. Once his cock was between her lips, Carl slammed her face down into his lap and held it there. He picked her head up slightly and slammed it down again and then again. Mrs. O'Keefe had little problem accommodating him after sucking Carl's oversized cock. "You know what I think I'm going to do Professor? I'm going to fuck your wife while she sucks your cock. I hope you don't mind. I know she won't." Carl held Mrs. O'Keefe's head in place with her husband's cock in her mouth as he lifted her short skirt with his other hand. He bent his knees and guided the head of his cock to her dripping cunt. It quickly slotted into the opening and disappeared inside. He began to fuck her in quick and powerful strokes. Karen tried to fight it with all her willpower but it was no use. The orgasm was going to happen. She pulled her mouth from her husband's cock and bit her lip. Carl's hard meat stabbed into her quivering cunt again and again and again. An explosion ripped through her tummy and gushed from her pussy. She gasped. Her body shook. Juices streamed down her thighs. "I told you she was going to enjoy it, Professor. I'm glad you had an orgasm, Mrs. O'Keefe, but you're neglecting your husband. Be a good whore and put his cock back in your mouth." Karen's body was trembling and her legs were shaking. Carl's cock continued to hammer her pussy. She knew another explosion was going to happen soon. She sucked her husband's cock back into her throat and tried to concentrate on it, but it was not much help. A muffled scream escaped from her throat as another orgasm consumed her. "Professor, your wife has made a mess of my cock. There is pussy juice everywhere. I'm afraid as punishment I'm going to have to fuck her in the ass." Karen knew this would be coming and had prepared herself well. When she felt his large knob press against her sphincter she tilted her ass in the air to receive him. Carl easily punched through her rim into her dark chamber. His swollen flesh quickly disappeared up her ass until it was completely buried. "I don't think this is the first cock your wife has had up her ass, Professor. You devil. You've been getting a little back door action yourself, haven't you?" Carl slammed his cock in and out of Mrs. O'Keefe's ass while slamming her head up and down on her husband's cock. He could see from the expression on his face that the Professor was about to blow his cookies. He pulled her head back by the hair until she was looking up at her husband. He continued to hammer her ass. "Use your hand, Mrs. O'Keefe. Make him cum all over your face. And look at your wife... look at her face. She loves having my cock up her ass. Tell him, Mrs. O'Keefe." Karen wrapped her hand around her husband's throbbing cock and stroked it firmly inches from her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip while looking up into his desperate eyes. "Yes dear... he's right. I love having his cock up my ass. It feels so hard as it slides in and out of my tight asshole. Oh fuck, honey... I think I'm going to cum again, but first I want to feel your cum shoot all over my face." Professor O'Keefe's cock erupted with a flow of thick cum that splashed off the side of her face and blasted three feet into the air before landing in her hair. A second explosion hosed down her nose and forehead. Hot cream continued to pump from his cock in streams that covered her face from top to bottom until it was dripping from her chin. Carl pulled out of her ass and threw Mrs. O'Keefe onto her back on the floor. He stood over her stroking his meat until a river of cum sprayed from his cock and splashed all over her tits, neck and lips. More cum pumped from his cock onto her face and into her hair adding to the mess her husband made. Karen's fingers rubbed her clit back and forth in rapid strokes. When Carl's cum splashed onto her tits and face she arched her back and squirmed against her fingers. Pussy juice gushed from her cunt and dripped down her ass as an orgasm ripped through her body. She wiped cum from her eyes and looked at her husband who was staring at her with disbelief. She had some explaining to do, but that was for later. The Professor's cock had become fully erect again from watching his wife being humiliated and covered in cum by this stranger. Carl smiled at him. "Professor, you are a bad boy. But you're in luck. I'm going to let you fuck Mrs. O'Keefe in the ass while she sucks my cock. Then I'm going to fuck her pussy." Carl pulled Mrs. O'Keefe from the floor and made her sit on her husband's cock while she guided it into her asshole. Carl shoved his meat into her cum covered face and grabbed her hair so he could fuck her mouth. Once he was good and hard he pushed her legs back and slid his cock into her pussy while the Professor still had his cock in her ass. "Let's give her the ride of a lifetime, Professor." Karen had never felt anything like this. Her pussy and ass were both stuffed full of cock. Carl was pinching her nipples so hard that they hurt. She looked at him with lust in her eyes. She was going to cum. Karen put a finger against her clit. Carl squeezed her nipples harder. She screamed. An orgasm ripped through her body. "Let's fill her with cum, Professor. Squeeze his cock with your ass, Mrs. O'Keefe." She knew just how to do that while she moved up and down her husband's swollen cock with her asshole. At the same time Carl pounded her pussy hard and fast. He put his hands around her neck and squeezed. Karen could feel another orgasm about to explode from her pussy. The Professor was the first to cum. He grunted and spewed his creamy seed into his wife's tight asshole. Mrs. O'Keefe was next. She was on the verge of losing consciousness when her pussy exploded and squirted juices all over Carl. Carl pounded into her a few more time and grunted, filling her pussy with hot cream. "You two lovebirds stay right there while I leave. And don't even think of calling the cops. After all, how are you going to explain your cum in your wife's ass and all over her face. It's been fun. Bye." Mrs. O'Keefe waited until she heard the back door close before she pulled her ass off her husband's cock. She untied him and pulled off his gag. "Honey, are you okay. God it was hard to fake those orgasms, but I think it was the only thing that saved us. And he was right, dear. We can't tell anyone what happened." Katie looked at the puddle of cum on the floor between her legs. More was streaming down her thighs. She was glad Carl had rescued her from her girlfriend's house and let her watch everything from her parent's walk-in closet. He promised to fuck her tomorrow. She couldn't wait. Teacher's Pet Ch. 04 Cory waddled to the desk, the uncomfortable feeling of Mr. Peterson's fingers up his ass making it a strange walk. He felt very unsure of himself, this whole afternoon had been one of surprises. Although he'd really enjoyed his first blow job, especially with the revenge factor of it being from Sam, nothing had been happening the way he'd expected. Now, he didn't know what was going to happen. "Bend over," Mr. Peterson's voice was excited in his ear, making his own groin tingle again with anticipation. Obediently he bent over the desk, feeling Mr. Peterson's fingers sliding from his ass. With a sigh of relief, Cory was able to relax - although his ass did feel a little strange because it had become so adjusted to having the fingers in it. Behind him he could hear Mr. Peterson opening something up, a slippery wet sound, and then Mr. Peterson was standing behind him; with one hand on Cory's back, something wet and hard nudged at Cory's anus. As Mr. Peterson began to push his swollen member against the tight ring of Cory's virgin ass, Cory couldn't help but tense up, afraid of the large piece of meat that was about to invade his tightest hole. "Just relax Cory," Mr. Peterson crooned, the head of his dick popping into the tight ring, "It'll make it easier if you just relax..." Cory groaned as his ass stretched, accepting the wide mushroom head of Mr. Peterson's cock. It hurt a little, but because he was already somewhat prepared by the finger fucking, it wasn't nearly as painful as he would have thought it was. Then Mr. Peterson pressed deeper and Cory groaned again. It was the strangest sensation as Mr. Peterson pressed more and more of his dick into Cory's hot tightness; a stretching and also a pushing. His ass rippled around the hard cock, trying to get used to the sensation, and at the same time trying to push it out. Panting and groaning, he didn't even try to fight it, just stayed bent over the desk, accepting it. It never even occurred to Cory to try and resist. His hands clutched at the sides of the desk, his insides cramping as Mr. Peterson suddenly lunged forward and buried the final inches of his dick in Cory's body. Cory groaned and writhed a little, his ass cheeks grinding against Mr. Peterson's groin as he tried to adjust. Both of them moaned as Cory's movements stirred his insides, his ass clenching against the invading dick. Mr. Peterson held himself quite still, just enjoying the sensations of Cory's hot ass, the tightness, the muscle spasms. Reaching around to Cory's front, he began to play with Cory's dick and balls, caressing them gently and teasing with his fingers. To Cory's surprise, it barely took any toying before he was growing hard again; it seemed strange with the slightly painful discomfort in his ass, but he was very easily aroused. As Mr. Peterson's hand closed around Cory's hardened shaft, he began to pull his dick from Cory's ass. It was just as strange a sensation as when he'd burrowed in... and as Mr. Peterson's hand began to slide back down Cory's shaft, he pushed back in. Cory moaned at the double assault on his senses, the strange pleasures that Mr. Peterson was introducing to his body. Mr. Peterson fisted Cory's dick in time to his thrusts, masturbating Cory as he fucked him from behind... it was incredibly confusing to the younger man. Panting and moaning, his hands spasmed on the desk as he began pushing back against Mr. Peterson's thrusts, wanting to feel himself opened up, wanting to feel Mr. Peterson's cock buried inside him. In some ways, he even wanted it to hurt. Mr. Peterson could feel Cory's acceptance, feel his desires growing, and the older man started fucking him harder, pumping more brutally in and out of his ass. Responding with pleasure, Cory thrust his hips backwards every time Mr. Peterson thrust forward, slamming his ass against Mr. Peterson's groin. It felt incredible, the slick gliding of Mr. Peterson's cock in and out of his ass... it was feeling very good. Very erotic. And every time it seemed to push against something inside Cory's body that made his balls jump, every thrust touched something that made him want to cum immediately. "Oh God..." he moaned, "Oh Mr. Peterson... I think I'm going to cum... Oh God..." "Cum," Mr. Peterson's thrusts became harder, his breathing more ragged, and his grip on Cory's dick even firmer as he masturbated him, pushing into him from behind, "Cum for me Cory..." Cory's dick began to pulse in Mr. Peterson's hand, white cum spraying onto the side of his desk as Cory came; Mr. Peterson kept masturbating him, hard until Cory was completely spent and collapsed forward onto the desk. Letting go of his softening dick, Mr. Peterson was able to concentrate on his own pleasures, taking a grip on Cory's hips and fucking him at a bruising pace. All Cory could do was take it and moan, although his orgasm was over, he was still enjoying the way it felt as Mr. Peterson fucked his ass roughly. It went so deep inside him, and stretched him in such pleasurable ways... he cried out as Mr. Peterson lunged with a particularly brutal thrust, spearing Cory's ass with his dick. Mr. Peterson's groin was flat against Cory's spread ass cheeks, his dick deep in Cory's ass, his hands gripping the younger man's hips tightly. Cory moaned... he could actually feel Mr. Peterson's dick swelling even more inside of him, a pulse against the tight ring of his ass with every spurt of cum that Mr. Peterson send shooting into him. It was as though Mr. Peterson was a rigid statue behind him, the only movement was the pulsing of his dick, filling Cory's deflowered ass with sticky cum. Finally, Mr. Peterson moaned and relaxed, his hands loosening on Cory's hips. When he pulled out, Cory just stayed there for a few moments, his eyes slightly glazed with the sensations of the experience. Carefully Mr. Peterson helped him stand and get dressed. Cory could feel cum sliding down the top of his thigh. Kissing him gently, Mr. Peterson said, "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon?" Cory nodded and Mr. Peterson smiled.