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Teacher Teacher

By: fxm77



It was the end of the week and I had one more class to teach. I've been teaching for a year at the local high school and absolutely love it. I especially loved teaching this particular class. It was a mix of sexy jocks, dumb blondes with huge tits, and troublemakers. There was never a dull moment and I knew the only reason why half of them listen to anything I had to say was due to my good looks. I'm a fairly young teacher, at 24, and my age helps me relate to my students, especially, the boys. 

I'm 5'2" have long blonde hair, large tits, and a great body. I love the way the boys look at me when I'm trying to give a lesson. I've always wondered what it would be like to fool around with one of the boys, so young and strong. Since I'm single, I don't have sex nearly as much as I would like, and sometimes I find myself flirting with the kids even though I know it isn't right.

I always blew these sexual feelings off as nothing more than a fantasy. But today was different. It was an extremely hot day, and I wore a bright red t-shirt, and as short a skirt as I could under school regulations, to help fight off the heat. Since it was the last class of the week, I decided that we should take it easy. We basically talked through the entire class. We talked about everything from the kid’s college plans to dating. Then, to my surprise, when of the punks in the class, who I thought was very hot, asked me if I had ever had sex. I blushed, because when I was in high school, I had a very active sex life. I could have been considered a slut, because of how often I snuck boys up into my room. I answered the boy, Alex, honestly and told him about my history. As I was doing so, I noticed that the boys and girls had their eyes glued to me as I told my sexy tale. This was making me hot and I could feel my pussy start to tingle. Alex asked me if I enjoyed it and I said that I enjoyed it very much. This conversation, was obviously having its effect on everyone as I saw Alex and a couple of the other boys reach into their pants and begin stroking their cocks. 

Then, one of the boys in the back, Evan, moved closer to one of the sexy blondes in the class, his girlfriend Clarissa, and they began making out. This made things worse, and before I could say anything in protest, Alex and his friend Stephan were making their way to the front of the class. Stephen reached down and kissed me full on the lips while Alex started groping my tits and trying to lift up my shirt. I soon heard cheers from all around the room and though I tried to resist, the boys were too strong and would not take no for an answer.

My Protests were useless as Alex lifted my shirt up over my head, and, since I wasn't wearing a bra, my C cup size tits were in full view for everyone to see. This really made me hot. Then, Stephen had his dick out in an instant. I was shocked at its size as he forced it down my throat. 

By now, Alex had managed to remove my skirt and panties and motioned me onto the desk. I started to let my guard down and began to enjoy myself and all the attention I was getting. I was told to get down on all fours and let him enter me from behind.

While all this was going on, I looked up to see Clarissa sucking Evan’s dick, while being fucked by Paul, another jock in the class. Evan was also sucking on another girls tits, Sandra, who was hot brunette with long dark brown hair and despite having smaller sized tits, was still very sexy. 

Meanwhile, I was in heaven. I now had Alex underneath me, and Stephen on top. Alex had entered my ass, and Stephen was fucking me for all he was worth. The first to cum was Stephen and he shot his load into me while I had another raging orgasm. Then Alex took his dick out of me and I hungrily took it into my mouth. He came quickly, and shot so much cum into my mouth that it started to drip from my chin and onto my tits.

Stephen and Alex were finished, but I still had a long way to go. I went over to Evan and kissed him. Paul was still giving Clarissa a good fuck while making out with Sandra, so I borrowed Evan and told him that I need to be fucked in the ass. He didn't hesitate at all and entered my anus. Clarissa and Paul had moved next to me. Clarissa hungrily licked all the cum of my face and tits. When she was done she kissed me and stuck her tongue in my cum filled mouth.

By then Evan couldn't take it. I turned to face him and he came all over mine and Clarissa's faces. Then Clarissa had a powerful orgasm. A few moments later and Paul followed Evan's lead and Clarissa and I got a face full of cum again.

Alex and Stephen were ready to go again and walked over to Sandra. As I watched them fuck her as they had just fucked me just minutes ago, I sat down next to her and starting sucking and playing with her huge breasts and kissing her passionately on the lips. Her tits were easily the biggest in the class, probably a D cup, and I loved how they felt. This helped her cum and soon Alex was cumming again also. He took his dick out of her and his cum landed on her tits. Clarissa and I licked up every last drop while we waited for Stephen. Sandra was sucking him hard, and, sure, enough, he came all over her face while the four other kids in the class came at the same time, all over each other. 

Since everyone was exhausted, we fell asleep on the floor of the classroom, naked, and in each others arms. When I got home that night I couldn't wait until the next time I teach that class! 

Teacher, Teacher



It was May, and I was a few scant weeks away from my high school graduation. It had been a rewarding year: I was cast as the lead in the fall musical, I had heard the week before that I was being awarded a free ride at the college of my choice with the Founder's Scholarship. And the most amazing reward of all...I got laid by my student teacher.

Casey was at my high school for 8 weeks, teaching my senior English class and working towards her own graduation with a bachelor of arts in English and teachers certification. Short, blonde and beautiful, she was setting off woodies all over school. She was 21; I knew because someone asked her in class and she replied, a bit scornfully, in a way that wilted the poor guy and sent out the clear message that she was not interested in boys. Only men.

Okay, fine, I thought to myself. She's unapproachable, but I can't help looking. I mean, I have a pulse...and most of the time a hard on in her class. Looking was fair game, I figured, so I looked. As it turned out, my desk was ground zero for looking. She lectured from a high stool and podium in the front of the classroom. She would cross her legs and turn her knees toward me, in the front row, farthest to the left. Her skirts were short for a teacher (obviously she hadn't bought her conservative teacher's clothes yet), and I spent most of my hour looking up into the holy land, while trying not to be too obvious about it.

Friday night, I was performing in the All District Choir Festival, and I was recruited to be the narrator for a spoken word portion of the piece being performed. My parents took me to the performance, and to my suprise I saw Casey there. She sat in the first row, to the left of the microphone where I was speaking. As I recited my lines I notice she was looking at me. To be more specific, she was staring at my crotch.

"Great," I thought, "she's come to give me a taste of my own medicine." I'm amazed I got through the recitation considering the distraction. But my discomfort in having my package stared at became something more. I was getting seriously aroused. I mean, she was staring at my crotch! My body, oblivious to my embarrassment, decided to give her something to stare at.

My cock rose up in my pants, swelling and reaching for my waistband. Praying it wasn't obvious to the hundreds of music lovers gathered in the auditorium, I glanced over at Casey. Her eyes, still fixed on my now bulging groin, widened and then moved up to meet my gaze. She smiled. What did that mean? Was she smiling because she had succeeded in embarrassing me, as I had evidently embarrassed her in class? Or was it something else? I knew I had to find out.

I retrieved my jacket and buttoned it up as soon as the performance was over. Maybe patrons 30 feet away had not noticed my hard-on, but up close they very well might, and the soldier insisted on staying at attention.

"That was quite a performance," I heard her say from behind me. Turning around I found her only inches from me.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled. She fixed me in her confident gaze, and by most measures she seemed very self assured and calm, but I could sense something in her that wasn't so calm. Something in her breathing that suggested uncertainty. 

"Kyle, do you need a ride home?" 

Oh my God, I thought. She wants to be alone with me. My mind raced as I tried to imagine the rest of the evening.

"Let me tell my parents I have another way home," I said. "Don't go away."

After sending my parents home, I returned to Casey, who had fished her car keys out of her purse.

"My car is on the north lot," she said.

Our conversation is a blur to me now. Something about her former boyfriend and college. She pulled into my driveway, just off the road and 100 feet or so from the house. She left the engine idling.

"Kyle, I know you've been watching me in class all semester. I could tell you were enjoying yourself."

"Miss Anson, I-I apologize. I'm sorry, I nev..."

"It's all right Kyle, and call me Casey, okay? I didn't mind, really. Didn't you find it unusual that I always turned my knees toward you"

"I just thought I was, you know, lucky," I said. "I mean, no one else sat over that far, so fewer people would.."

"I did it for you, Kyle," she interrupted. "At first it embarrassed me, but after a while it made me...Kyle, it made me...hungry. I knew it aroused you, and that aroused me."

I found myself looking down as she spoke, lost in a confusion of emotions. Afraid to look her in the eye, ironically I found myself looking at her knees. Seated at the steering wheel, her shirt had ridden up her thigh nearly to the white lace underwear I had stared at in class. In the dim blue light of the dashboard, I saw her reach over and gently squeeze my thigh.

I turned to kiss her, and she yielded to me in a long, slow, wet kiss. Our tongues danced around each others lips. She gently bit my lower lip, sending shock waves through me. I kissed my way down the nape of her neck, and she began to moan and shift in her seat. Both her hands ran through my hair as she pulled my head down toward her breasts. I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and reached behind her to unclasp her bra and release her beautiful, pert breasts from the cloth that held them. 

She rubbed my face into her cleavage and moaned a little. Then she lifted my face to her's and whispered breathlessly, "Is there someplace we can go more private?"

I suggested a unpaved road, barely more than a trail, that led to the creek near my house. Close by but definitely secluded.

As she turned down the road, I reached beneath her skirt and gently slid my fingers along her inner thigh. She became very distracted and accidently eased a bit too much onto the accelerator. I started to move my hand away, but she stopped my retreat and guided my hand further up.

Once parked, she was on me with an urgent passion that took my breath away. Her blouse and bra off almost instantly, she thrust her breasts once more to my face, and I hungrily devoured them with my lips and tongue. My hands worked her panties off and she urged my fingers to her hot, wet sex.

"Let's get in the back," she said, and we cartwheeled comically over the back of the front seat into the more spacious backseat. Her urgency eased, and a girlish little giggle came from her smiling mouth. Her hair was tossled about, her breasts pressed together between her forearms as she reached in front of her and started unfastening by pants. I had never seen someone so beautiful in all my life. 

"That was quite a show you put on at the concert," she teased, pulling my pants and boxers down.

"Glad you liked it," I replied. "I dedicated it to you."

She was silent for a moment when we were both finally free of clothes. She seemed to be having second thoughts, I feared.

"Kyle, I've only been with two other men," she said. "My high school steady and the man I just broke up with two months ago."

Sensing it was time for True Confessions, I told her my experience, or lack of it.

"I've only been with one girl...uh woman," I stammered. The girl part was right. She was a summer camp fling. It was over rather quickly and not entirely satisfying for either of us I imagine. We seemed more intent on losing our virginity than enjoying the sex.

"What I mean to say is, I haven't tried a lot of...techniques before, but I want to. With you. What do you want me to do?"

I didn't know what to say. My one-time experience had been a quick, uninventive missionary fuck. This gorgeous blonde woman wanted to fulfill my Kama Sutra fantasies.

"69," I said, finally. "I want to taste you, to put my tongue in you, and I want you to take me in your mouth."

Without another word, she eased me back, so I reclined on the bench seat. She bent over and began to kiss my cock, with moist lips and wet tongue. As she continued the maddening bath of my swollen shaft, she pivoted around and placed her knees on either side of my ribs. Her round, taut ass and her thick, dark thatched bush, hovered above my face. Freeing my hands, I drew her down to me, lapping her vulva in long delicious strokes. Casey by this time had taken the length of my shaft into her mouth and was sucking me in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. I felt a lightness in my head and urged her down against my face, lapping and sucking furiously on her clit, plunging my tongue deep into her. She responded with wild cries of lust, muffled by the throbbing cock she sucked into her mouth and throat. As she drew my member deeper into her throat and massaged my aching balls, I felt her shudder as her pulsating pussy tried to squeeze my tongue. She thrust her sex hard against the bridge of my nose. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, she grunted her pleasure as she climaxed. As she gripped my shaft in her hand, I shot my jizm into the air. It landed on her tossled hair.

She spun around and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I could feel my erection pressing against her pubic mound.

"Oh, Kyle, I want you inside me."

To Be Continued...



Teacher, Teacher



Ron Wilson paused by the entrance to the mall food court and surveyed the crowd. Not too bad, he thought, and he proceeded in. Deciding on Chinese food, he placed his order and paid. It was awkward carrying three shopping bags and balancing the tray, but somehow he managed. He’d just picked out a vacant table and was maneuvering towards it when he heard his name.

“Mr. Wilson? Is that you Mr. Wilson?” He turned and saw a pretty young woman waving at him. He examined her, trying to place her. The face looked familiar, featuring big brown eyes and nice, full lips, all framed with gently waving golden brown hair that flowed over her shoulders and onto her back. She was medium height and wore faded blue jeans and a tee shirt that did a barely adequate job of concealing her attractive bosom while leaving an inch of her stomach exposed. 

Jenny Roberts, he thought, finely able to match the face with a name. Jenny had been a student of his 3 years ago at the local high school. A bright young lady, he recalled. Lots of potential, and the personality to go with it.

Managing a smile, the 45 year old teacher began moving through the crowd in her direction. “Hi Jenny, it’s good to see you,” he said when he finally reached her. 

“I thought that was you, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled. He stood awkwardly for a moment, carefully balancing his tray and the shopping bags. “Here, let me help you,” she said, reaching for his tray. “You can join me for a bit, can’t you?”

“Sure, I’d love to,” he answered as he set the bags down and took off his coat. When he finally got settled into his chair, he smiled. “So, doing a little Christmas shopping?” he asked, pointing at the pile of shopping bags she had already accumulated.

“Yep, just finished,” she answered. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Wilson?”

“Pretty much the same old stuff,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

They ended up talking for about 30 minutes, mostly about her – college, boy friends, work, etc. She was in the first semester of her third year at the local university. She’d lived in the dorm her first two years, even though her parents lived less than 15 miles from school. This year, her and her girl friend – “you remember Cindy Young don’t you?” – had gotten a small apartment off campus, right in the heart of the “student ghetto.” She had a boy friend, but it wasn’t really serious.

Finally, Jenny looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I’m supposed to call my girl friend for a ride home. If I don’t catch her soon, she’s likely to disappear for the evening.”

“I live over towards the university. I’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Ron offered. 

“Thanks Mr. Wilson. That’s so sweet. But I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition at all, really.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, that would be great,” she smiled.

Two minutes later they had their coats on, the bags organized and were heading for the mall exit.

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“Well here we are,” Jenny said, pointing at the apartment building in front of them.

Ron pulled into a parking space and put the car in park. 

“I hate to impose any more than I already have,” Jenny said. “But would you mind giving me a hand with the bags?”

“Not at all.” He grabbed some bags and followed her up the stairs, waiting patiently by her apartment door while she fumbled through her purse for the keys.

“Just put the bags on the kitchen table, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny said when she finally got the door open. He followed her into the kitchen and did as instructed.

“Let me take you coat,” she smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I really shouldn’t stay,” Ron said, suddenly uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with an attractive former student in her apartment. 

“Of course you should stay. You don’t have any urgent plans, do you?” 

“No, I don’t,” he admitted. “Okay, but I can’t stay long.”

“Great,” she exclaimed. “Have a seat on the sofa. Would you like something to drink? A Coke? Beer?”

“A Coke would be great,” he responded as he moved towards the sofa.

He settled onto the sofa while she poured the drinks. “Would you like to see the things I got?” she asked as she brought in the drinks.

“Sure, I’d love too.”

“Great.” She set the drinks down on the end table and rushed back to the kitchen, returning with the shopping bags in hand.

“I got this for Mom,” she said, pulling out a beautiful, ornate music box. “She’s really into things like this. Do you think she’ll like it?

He looked at the box. “It’s beautiful. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

She put the music box down and went to the next bag. “This is for dad. He’s a real golf nut.” She pulled out a sweater with a golfer on the front.

“Well,” Ron said. “If he’s into golf, he’ll love that.”

She proceed to show him the CD she got for her brother, and the blouse she got for her girl friend.

“There’s one more thing, Mr. Wilson,” she said. “It’s for my boy friend, but I’m not sure he’ll like it. I could sure use a man’s opinion. Would you mind?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Of course not.”

“Great,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She grabbed the last bag and disappeared into the bedroom.

He sat patiently, surveying the living room while he waited. It was a good size room - for an apartment - and decently furnished. Nothing about it really stood out, other than the fact that it was very clean. Definitely not the apartment of a college boy, he chuckled.

It was another couple of minutes before he heard the bedroom door opening. “Ready or not,” she cried.

Not!!!

He was definitely not ready for what he saw. He was certain he was staring, mouth hanging open. But a white satin robe that barely reached below her fanny, open in front to below her cleavage, with a delicate sash holding it loosely together, was not what he expected!

He tried to say something, but nothing came out. So he stared at her, mesmerized.

“Do you think my boy friend will like it?” she cooed as she twirled slowly before him.

Finally able to pull his eyes away from her body, he looked into her eyes and nodded, his confusion obvious.

She laughed lightly and slid onto the sofa beside him, her legs curled up under her. She placed her hand lightly on his chest. “Oh poor Mr. Wilson. Didn’t you realize that I had a crush on you in high school?”

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. “I should be leaving now,” he said, finally finding his voice.

“No, wait,” she said suddenly. “I almost forgot the best part of the present.” She raised herself quickly to her knees and lifted her left leg over his lap. She faced him, straddling his legs, her barely covered body just a foot in front of him. “The panties,” she said seductively.

She moved her hands slowly to the sash while he could only sit there in disbelief, still not comfortable with what was happening. She untied the sash and let the ends fall free, holding the garment together with her hands. The next thing he knew, he was starring at her naked breasts as the robe slid gently down her arms and onto the floor.

He knew he was starring, but he couldn’t help it. Her beautiful, naked breasts were only 12 short inches from his face, rising and falling with each breath she took, their nipples pointing excitedly towards him.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson,” she giggled. “You’re supposed to be looking at the panties.”

But he continued to stare, barely aware that she’d spoken.

“Mr. Wilson,” she said again, firmer this time. Grudgingly, he tore his eyes from her bosom and look into her eyes.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson.”

He lowered his eyes to her panties, what there was of them. They were white, lacy things with barely enough material in front to cover her obviously trimmed pussy. The sides were nothing more then fancy laces, tied together on each side in bows.

“They tie, Mr. Wilson. Like this.” And she grabbed an end on each side and pulled until the bows came untied. Slowly, she pulled the garment through her legs and held it up in front of him.

“Well, do you think he’ll like them?”

Speechless, mesmerized, paralyzed. They all described Ron Wilson’s state at the moment as he sat with a naked young woman hovering before him. Somehow he managed to nod his head, not really sure what he was agreeing with.

She dragged the damp panties slowly over his face and released them, leaving them draped over his head. “Can you smell me, Mr. Wilson? Can you smell what you’ve done to me?”

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her aroused womanhood, afraid to speak, afraid to shatter the illusion.

“Well, what do you plan to do about it?” she challenged.

But still, he just sat there, waiting.

Finally, she sighed. “Am I going to have to do everything, Mr. Wilson?” Without waiting for the answer she knew wasn’t coming, she removed the panties from his head and stuffed them into his shirt pocket. “Those are for you,” she smiled as she took hold of his hands and raised them to her breasts. She pressed the hands against her, until she felt them responding on their own.

The fog was clearing slowly for Ron Wilson, but it was clearing. What had to have been an illusion –a dream – was gradually reforming into reality. And the reality was that there was a naked young woman nearly 25 years his junior straddling his lap, and his hands were holding her tits.

“Jenny, I . . .” he stuttered.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

He wanted to tell her how he still looked at her as his student, and about the emotional turmoil he was going through. He wanted to tell her that he was flattered, but he just couldn’t stay. But what he said was nothing, as he leaned forward slowly and took a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He massaged her breasts gently as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other. As his confidence grew, his teacher-student phobia faded and the intensity of his massages grew.

Jenny could feel the fires deep within her burning fiercely. From the moment she’d seen Mr. Wilson at the mall, the feelings had been building, until the teenager’s crush she thought she’d long outgrown gripped her body. Sitting beside him in the car, unable to touch him, had been almost more than she could bear. And now he was holding her, massaging her breasts, kissing them, and biting them.

She lowered her head so her hair was cascading over them both and pulled him harder against her, moaning as he bit down gently on her excited tips. And then slowly, grudgingly, she pushed him away and climbed to her feet.

Ron allowed his eyes to drink in the beauty of the young woman standing before him, still not completely certain he wasn’t dreaming. For several moments, Jenny just stood there, allowing his eyes to wander freely. Then without a word, she reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet. She released his hands, turned, and headed towards the bedroom.

Mr. Wilson held his position as she walked away, his eyes drawn instinctively to her exquisite ass. It wasn’t until she disappeared into her bedroom that he was able to move. For an ever so brief moment, he thought about leaving. But then he smiled. Who was he kidding? Jenny Roberts had been one of the prettiest girls in school. Even an old-fart teacher could see that. And all she’d done in the three years since he’d seen her last was get prettier – and much, much sexier.

The next thing he knew, his feet were moving, carrying his aroused body towards her bedroom. He entered the room and saw her lying on the bed, her body illuminated by the soft light of the nightstand lamp. He looked down on her, watching as one hand wandered slowly over her bosom and the other hand moved gently between her legs.

There eyes met as his own hands began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon the shirt was lying on the floor. He quickly kicked off his shoes as his hands began working on his belt. A moment later Ron was sliding his pants down his legs and onto the floor. He bent over, quickly removed his socks and stood back up. The two stared at each other, Ron at the exquisite young beauty lying before him, stroking her already aroused body, and Jenny at the 8 inch erection standing up proudly before him.

Jenny spread her legs wide as he knelt between them. He leaned forward, carefully supporting his weight on his arms as he stretched his body over hers. And then slowly, he lowered himself onto her.

She wrapped her arms around him as their lips met, their tongues diving passionately into each other’s mouth. And he felt her legs wrapping around him and her pussy gyrating against him.

And then she rolled him over so she was on top, their lips never separating. He ran his hands through her hair, before allowing them to wander over her back and down to her ass. He grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them as she rubbed her body against him.

And then she pulled her lips away slightly and looked into his eyes. Their lips came together again briefly, but their eyes never closed. And then Ron smiled deviously as he rolled her onto her back and began sliding down her body.

He took hold of her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them roughly. “Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny moaned as she squirmed beneath him. She grabbed the back of his head as he lowered his mouth to her nipples, encouraging him to continue. His mouth bounced back and forth between the beautiful mounds, licking them, kissing them. And when his teeth bit down on Jenny’s left nipple, she gasped, arching her back to offer him even more encouragement.

Reluctantly, Ron’s mouth left her bosom. He slid further down her body, kissing her ribs and the top of her stomach while his hands still worked on her breasts. He slid lower, kissing her stomach and bellybutton, before finally allowing his hands to abandon her tits.

And then he was there, poised above her wanton pussy, holding her legs spread wide with his hands.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson. Please eat my pussy.” Ron looked up briefly to see Jenny’s hands squeezing the same breasts that his had so recently abandoned, before he redirected his attention to her pussy. He spread her lips to uncover her clit before carefully lowering his mouth to the swollen bud. 

“Oh, yes!” Jenny gasped as she felt his tongue dancing over her love button. She squirmed beneath him, trying to make herself even more available. She nearly came on the spot when he closed his lips over the magic button.

When Ron shifted his position and inserted two fingers from his right hand into her flowing pussy, her hands grabbed his head, pulling him even closer. He began pumping his fingers into her lovebox, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. He could hear the animal-like moans coming from her mouth as he continued sucking her clit while he pounded her pussy.

And then suddenly her body stiffened, her back arching off the bed. She pulled his mouth hard against her while her thighs clamped down on his head. And then she came, her juices oozing out of her pussy as her body shook. And then she came some more.

When her body finished shuddering, she relaxed her grip, finally allowing him up. He slid over her leg and crawled up the bed until he was on his side lying beside her. For a while she lay on her back, her breathing still heavy. When she finally calmed down, she rolled onto her side facing him.

“That was very good, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled, her hand reaching for his still erect cock. “Can I have some more, now?”

She ran her fingers gently up the underside of his cock before allowing them to encircle his girth and begin stroking him slowly. All the while, her eyes never left his. After several seconds, she pushed him slowly onto his back, bending over so her head was hovering over his manhood. She lowered her mouth to his meat, her hair falling onto his stomach. She kissed his cock gently, circling it with her tongue. And then she carefully eased him into her mouth and grabbed his balls.

She heard him gasp as she bobbed her head slowly up and down and continued to massage his balls gently. And then she lifted her head and looked at him. “I hope you don’t mind too much if I finish this later Mr. Wilson,” she cooed, giving him one more squeeze before letting him go completely and sitting up. “But I’ve got something else in mind at the moment.”

She eased one leg over his torso so she was hovering over his erection, grabbed it with her hand, and guided it slowly to her pussy. “You don’t mind, Mr. Wilson, do you?” she said as she lowered herself onto his waiting meat.

Ron could only gasp and shake his head as her moist, hungry pussy surrounded his cock.

“I didn’t think so,” she teased as she sank fully onto his meat. She reached out and took hold of his nipples, twirling them lightly between her fingers as she began gyrating her pussy on him. She released his nipples and leaned forward until her head was inches from his and her hair was cascading around them. She kissed him lightly on the lips, retreated a bit, and then returned for another quick peck, all while she continued gyrating herself on him, squeezing his meat with her pussy.

The feeling of her breasts rubbing lightly over his made his body shiver. And when she slowly lifted herself upward, his hands shot immediately for the beautiful orbs. He heard her moan in response as he squeezed her tits, massaging them, kneading them. But when he pinched them, she yelped, grabbing his hands and pushing them to the bed beside his head, leaving her head hovering a foot or so above his.

She held him down while she pounded her pussy on his meat. Her eyes were on his as he watched her breasts bouncing wildly beneath her. She continued pumping him, grinding herself on him. And she continued to hold him down.

Ron was mesmerized by this young woman who was throwing herself at him in a way that no woman ever had. He looked into her eyes and knew she was getting close. He began thrusting his cock upward to meet her pussy. He closed his eyes, continuing to throw his meat at her while her hair danced around his face. And then he felt her body tensing up as her thrusts became more chaotic, more desperate. He felt her juices flowing as she screamed out. And with several desperate thrusts of his own, he came with her, mingling his juices with hers.

And then it was over. Jenny stay where she was, straddling her former teacher, with his meat still buried in her and her still leaning forward, pinning his hands by his head. They both gasped for air, never taking their eyes off each other, until they finally began to calm down.

At last, Jenny smiled, and then began giggling. “How’d I do, Mr. Wilson? Did I get an ‘A’?”

Then it was Ron’s turn to laugh. “Oh, yes. That was definitely A-plus work” he smiled.

Jenny smiled, released his hands and eased her body down onto his, making sure to rub her breasts against his. “How about some extra credit?” she whispered into his ears.



Teacher, Teacher!



**NOTE**: This is a fictional story in which all characters are made-up and over the age of 18.

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Mr. M was our Sociology teacher. Not only was he one of the coolest and fun teachers at our school, he was incredibly gorgeous. He had tan skin, a masculine face, and deep brown eyes. He had a contagious laugh and beautiful smile. He was muscular and manly, but not bodybuilder manly, more of a slim, model kind of manly. Well not slim, muscular. All I know is he was hot. All of the girls in our class fawned and swooned over him, and some of the guys did too! Now I didn't go so far as to fawn or swoon, but I was attracted to him I'll admit.

Being seniors, our schedules were pretty short. Unfortunately I got stuck with lunch in the middle of the day. The lunch room in our school stunk, and I hadn't gone since freshman year. I needed a place to go during lunch. Lucky for me, Mr. M had a break that same period, and he said I could help him out in the social studies office every day. There wasn't really much to do so we ended up just talking and sometimes I would make copies or help him grade multiple choice tests for other classes. All of the other teachers had classes that period, so it was always just he and I in the office. 

One day in class, the girls were flirting with Mr. M as usual. They asked how his fiancé was doing. When he told us they broke up, the eyes of every girl in class lit up with hope.

"Who broke it off, you or her?" asked a kid in the back of the room.

"That's a very personal question!" laughed Mr. M. And he never gave us an answer.

That day in lunch I decided to ask him again. He told me he was not going to tell me. So I decided that every day at lunch I would ask him who ended the engagement. After two weeks of asking he finally agreed to tell me. It was a Friday during my lunch period and I was sitting next to him at his desk as he graded a student's essay, when finally, he answered the question. 

"Well, I was the one who broke it off. There you happy?" he laughed.

"Why did you break up with her?" I asked.

He stared at me for a moment, right in my eyes. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my cheeks flush red. He leaned toward me. I thought he was going to whisper something in my ear, some secret that he wanted to tell me. So I was thoroughly shocked when he kissed me lightly on the cheek. I stared at him with my mouth open a bit, trying to process what had just happened. Before I could think he kissed me softly on the mouth.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked. He leaned in again, and this time he forced his tongue into my mouth. I had kissed girls like that before, but never a guy, especially a 26 year old teacher! I could feel his hand on my thigh, rubbing, sliding up and down. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so good, I began to kiss back. I could feel myself getting aroused, and felt my dick begin to harden. Suddenly the bell rang, and shocked us both. We hadn't been keeping track of time. 

"After ninth period, walk to the deli a block away from here, I'll meet you there!" Mr. M told me.

Later that day, after ninth period, I walked to the deli like Mr.M had told me. I waited almost a half-hour and just when I was about to leave, Mr. M pulled up in his car. I hopped in the passenger seat and we drove toward his apartment. When we got there he took my coat, and offered me a beer. I had had some beer at my 18th birthday party and hadn't really liked it so I declined. He came in and sat next to me on the couch. I was excited but nervous and the tension was rising. He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel his hands running up and down my body. Finally he began to massage my hard penis through my jeans, kissing me all the while. My excitement rose in anticipation of what was going to happen next...

TO BE CONTINUED...



Teacher, Teacher



I had no great expectations for my senior year of high school. It was the late 1960's and I was voluntarily missing out on the "Love Generation". I had a close call with the girl I lost my virginity to, she thought she might be pregnant, and I had avoided all girls I might have had a chance with since that memorable night. Not that I wasn't still attracted to girls and thought about them every waking minute, but I wasn't going to risk being a daddy before I was ready. I figured I could jerk off until I was twenty-five if I had to do it.

Of course, I was a nerd, or geek, or hippie freak, or any number of names they had for anyone who was different back then. I had been a straight-A student in high school with a modicum of athletic talent that I chose to hide, and above average looks with a lean body on my six foot frame. My brown hair didn't quite go down to my shoulders, but it was longer than all but one other kid in my high school. I was popular with students and teachers alike and seemed to be able to get along with anybody. I was a friend to almost everyone, yet I had no close friends since I had blown my relationship with Kathy. 

Of course most of the kids I hung around with were also A-students, including Kathy who was one of my oldest friends and the hottest girl in a senior class of 350 students. Kathy and I had been in school together since the 4th grade and had crushes on each other back then, but alas, it was not to be. My relationship with Kathy changed after an early spring hot spell during this senior year.

She was out sunbathing in her white bikini in her backyard when I stopped by to see if she wanted to join me and some friends who were going to the movies. She respectfully declined saying she wanted to just soak up some rays and relax. I told her she was already turning pink so she asked me to put suntan lotion on her back. I didn't think anything of it as I pushed her blonde hair out of the way and squirted some lotion on my hands.

I covered her upper arms and worked it into her shoulders but then my hands involuntarily started to slow down as I rubbed the lotion across her neck and slowly down her back. The bikini strap was in the way so I unhooked it and continued to gently rub the oily lotion across her beautiful back. She had perfect skin with just the hint of pink from the sunburn starting. I worked my hands lower and now was painfully aware that I was getting turned on with my burgeoning manhood trying to stretch out down the pant leg of my jeans.

"Can you get some under the waistband too in case my suit shifts," Kathy stated.

I gladly lifted the waistband gently and worked the lotion into the top area of her round butt cheeks. My hard cock was inching its way down my pant leg trying to press outward but the firm material of the jeans preventing that. Kathy was no longer my best friend and confidant, but now a sexy little nymph that I was just realizing had become a woman. I didn't even ask as I squirted more of the oily liquid onto my hands and started working it into the back of her calves.

"Mmm, that feels good. Get my thighs too while you're down there." She spread her legs slightly as I got to the backs of her knees, letting my nails scrape gently over the sensitive skin. She moaned again, a little louder this time. 

As I started to work my way up her juicy thighs, I noticed how tight the bottoms were hugging her crotch. I could make out the faint lines of her swelling pussy lips as my cock now started to seep that salty precum fluid. My fingers worked slowly up her thighs, massaging ever so close to her panty lines. Her breathing was getting deeper now and she spread her legs even further apart as I worked my way up her other leg, again getting as close as I could to her promised land. Even my breathing was getting a little shallow now. I know my face was much redder than her skin.

I paused at the top of her thigh and took in the lovely view of her firm round buttocks encased in the tight white bottoms of her bikini. The skin on her well formed back was glistening as the rays from the sun were reflected. Her eyes were closed as I ogled the exposed side her angelic face. I looked back down her sleek thighs, my hands still poised less than an inch from her spread crotch. As I stared down at those strong firm calves, my fingers started to move again as I heard Kathy gasp. I had touched that magic spot unintentionally and broken the silent reverie between us.

"Ahem. Well, I think you got it all," she coughed, a reference to my last little touch. She started to sit up to look at me until she realized that the strap was still undone on her top. I got a quick glimpse of the soft round flesh of her perfect boob before I grabbed the strap and pulled it back up. She used her hand to push the little peach back into the cup and I hooked the strap.

"Well, umm, I'm going to be late for the movie. Don't stay out in the sun all day or you'll be regretting it tomorrow." I was trying to sound big-brother like, but my hardened cock wanted it to be another invitation for her to join me in the movies.

"OK, enjoy the movie. I promise not to get sunburned Joey." She smiled and then bit her lip softly as she glanced down at my crotch. The outline of my painful hard-on was blatantly obvious in the tight jeans, stretching almost halfway to my knee. 

"I'll call you tonight and tell you about the movie," I said as I rose and regretfully left her laying on that blanket, her glistening skin a work of art in the bright sunshine.

I met my friends outside the theatre and we went in to watch Bonnie and Clyde. Faye Dunaway was lovely and sexy but I kept replacing her with Kathy as I daydreamed throughout the movie. A puddle of precum was filling up my shorts as visions of a naked Kathy danced in my head. I had to go to the men's room to dry myself out before the spot worked its way through to my jeans. Finally dried out, I went back to my seat and was able to enjoy the second half of the movie.

I called Kathy around 8:00 that night to talk about the movie, but she insisted I come over to put more lotion on her. She had stayed out in the sun too long and her back was on fire. Her parents were out of town and she had no one to put any lotion on her to relieve the pain. I told my mom where I was going and that I'd be home in a couple hours. 

I didn't even knock when I got to Kathy's house. She was waiting for me on the sofa in the living room wearing a yellow nylon pajama set. The material was very thin and the glow from the end table lamp was like a spotlight on her perfect, round breasts. The slight darkness around the pointy nipples left little to my imagination. When she stood up, the light now glowed on the translucent bottoms, highlighting the scruffy triangle just above her crotch.

"Thank God you're here," she said as she ran to me and hugged me close, almost in tears. 

I started to wrap my arms around her, but she flinched and let out a painful moan. She turned her back to me and raised the top so I could see the bright red that glowed on her skin.

"After that great massage you gave me, I fell asleep. I really didn't mean to stay out there that long."

"Well, there are no blisters, but that looks really bad. Do you have some lotion I can put on it? And you should take a couple aspirin for the pain." 

"Yes, the lotion is in the bedroom but take your shoes off before you get on my clean sheets. I'm gonna get the aspirin."

I made myself comfortable on the left side of the bed as Kathy came back and plopped down on the right side presenting that cute round butt outlined perfectly in the thin yellow fabric. I squeezed some lotion out onto my hands and started to work her upper arms and neck which seemed even redder than her back. She shivered as the cold lotion gently made contact with her burning skin. Kathy's was the only female skin I had touched since that fateful night I lost my virginity and it felt exciting to touch someone else's skin besides my own.

"Ohh, that feels so good. I can't believe I was this stupid." I could see her body quiver as the cool sensations worked into her skin.

"I guess I should have stayed and watched over you instead of going to the movies."

"I don't know. Seems like you were watching pretty good when you were here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that in a bad way." She immediately felt guilty for embarrassing me.

I didn't say anything. What could I say? I had been ogling her, my best and dearest friend, like she was a Playboy model or something. I just raised her top and started applying the lotion as gently as I could, my hands softly spreading it down her back. She lifted up a little and pulled the top up as far as she could without removing it, allowing me better access to her upper back. There was silence now as I continued to work the lotion softly into her red skin. 

Several minutes had gone by when I added more lotion to my hands and started to repeat the massage. Her breathing was getting louder but still we refrained from talking. There was something magical going on and neither of us wanted to break the spell. Several more minutes passed and I started to work the lotion on the sides of her back, trying to cool any skin that was available to me. As I worked my way back up I encountered some soft, pillowy flesh which could only be the sides of her breasts. 

I spread the lotion on the soft skin, my hard-on now fully awake and chasing any brotherly, friendly thoughts from my mind. I was spreading a cool, slippery lotion on the bare skin of the most beautiful girl I knew and my angry purple head was now going to make any decisions for me. I went back up to her shoulders, then spread more lotion on the side of her soft pillows on my way back down towards her round bottom.

I was taking my time. I wanted this to last as long as possible. As I worked my way back up this time and got to that soft flesh, Kathy turned on her side, exposing the bare breast to both my hand and my eyes. The light brown areola was puffy and expanding to support the turgid nipple that sat on top. My cock leapt in my pants as I let my moistened hand surround the squishy flesh. 

I continued to massage this mound of flesh, ignoring my original duties. I pulled softly on the elongated nipple and Kathy moaned as she finished rolling over and exposed the other well-shaped hillock to my view. I massaged my new target as I lowered myself closer to her and kissed her softly, our first kiss since fooling around as children. Our breathing deepened and I kissed her again, more passionately this time, our tongues dealing glancing blows against delicate lips. 

I ran my hand slowly down her belly, stopping to play with her navel as our kissing became more intense. We made out passionately for over a half hour with my hands running across those soft tits and then down to her equally soft belly. I stopped every time at the waist band and then would work my way slowly back up to those heavenly breasts. 

The lotion had all dried up now as I broke the kiss and gently kissed her neck, starting my descent towards my goal. I kissed the top of her chest as my hand worked her belly around the waistband of her soft nylon pajama bottoms. I found the top of her breast and kissed softly, sucking in a small amount of flesh. She worked her hands up under my T-shirt, her nails raking softly into my skin as I sucked her long nipple between my lips. The rubbery flesh became harder as I dragged my teeth softly against it, the faint taste of lotion not deterring me from the pleasure we were both receiving.

She broke the contact so she could pull my T-shirt off and I used the opportunity to reach into my pants and straighten out my cock so it was pointing up to my waist band instead of painfully down my leg. The motion did not go unnoticed as she did that cute little biting of her lip, her eyes glued to my crotch. I bent down and kissed her again, releasing eight years of a hunger that had been festering inside me.

I slid my right leg between hers as my hand found a lovely globe again and continued the massage. I tweaked her nipple and her moan echoed through the room. Her legs clamped tightly around my leg as she ground her crotch into it, feeding her own hunger. I worked my hand down to her belly again, feeling the waistband only this time it wasn't a wall and I worked my hand underneath it. 

Kathy sucked my lower lip viciously as she felt my fingers get closer, tickling the hairs just above her juicy pussy. Her fingernails were gouging my back, encouraging me to continue. It was an exquisite pain that helped to offset the sensations that were boiling in my fully engorged member. I found her moist slit and slid my index finger the length of it while Kathy bit down softly on my lower lip she had trapped in her mouth.

Again it was Kathy who broke our contact; this time to remove her pajama bottoms and reach for the belt encircling my jeans. I quickly got my pants off, taking my briefs down with them and exposing my rock-hard burning flesh to the cool night air. Kathy bit her lip again in that cute little girl way as she reached out and ran her hand over my dripping cock. She was enthralled by all the moisture and spread it up and down my cock, first with one hand and then with both.

The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing through flared nostrils and the squishing noises as she worked my cock and I her slippery slit. She started to arrange our bodies, leading me by pulling my cock until I was positioned over her. She rubbed the moist angry head of my cock against the juicy lips of her pussy. Back and forth, back and forth against her clit until she finally exploded in a mind-altering orgasm, her body stiffening against mine. Her body rose off the bed and I slid my arms around her and kissed her deeply. 

She was gasping for air as I broke the kiss, my right hand cradling the soft left cheek of ass flesh as I tried to pull her even closer. Her hand was still between our bodies and had a death grip on my cock as she started to rub it against her clit again. She lay flat again as I started to get into the rhythm, pushing my cock hard against her moist slit and then up into the notch that held her clit. Her breathing increased as she tried to control our movements, but on one forward motion, I slipped between those juicy pussy lips and was buried to the hilt in her tight maiden cave. 

She screamed and I felt a hot liquid flow over my cock. I couldn't have cum. I didn't feel any of the tingling although I could certainly feel it boiling inside me. I looked down at Kathy to see a small tear escape her eye and realized she had been a virgin. I pulled out quickly, remembrances of my first time gushing into my brain and thinking what would I do if Kathy got pregnant.

My cock was still rock-hard and desperately wanted release, even though it was coated with a thin film of blood. Kathy put her hand on my cock and saw the blood, the realization of what we had done finally hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was still breathing heavily as she moved the blood-coated fingers to her own crotch and started to slide them in her slit. 

"Do me again. Please!" she begged. She was as wired and out of control now as I was and I brought the red and purple head against her clit and pressed down. I worked it back and forth as she had done, watching as her hips started moving in rhythm. She wrapped her legs behind me but I avoided sliding him back inside her. I could sense her impending orgasm this time and pressed it hard on her clit as she came. Then I rose up and took hold of my cock and jerked it off, sending jets of boiling cum up past her tits and onto her neck. 

I lowered my body back down, every nerve quivering as the last vestiges of my orgasm receded. I kissed her softly but the return kiss was hesitant. We had overstepped the bounds of friendship tonight and I knew our relationship would never be the same. It hadn't felt right when we kissed in fourth grade and although the orgasms tonight were intense, we were both feeling we had just done something very wrong.

"Why don't you go wash up," she said to me, the remorse evident in her tone. "I have to throw the sheets in the laundry." I climbed from the bed and watched as she used the top sheet to soak up the cum that covered her upper body. She looked like she was changing a messy diaper. 

I washed up and came back into her bedroom naked. She was just picking up her pajamas when she noticed me and much like Adam and Eve, we were now embarrassed by our nakedness. We dressed and I left without saying anything. Fortunately my parents were asleep when I got home so I didn't have to worry about how guilty I looked.

Back at school, she would just say Hi and move on. She didn't come over to talk at lunchtime and my friends noticed we seemed distanced. I just told them we'd had a fight, but I couldn't remember having it. And being friends, they let it go at that.

I don't know if Kathy ever said anything to any of her girl friends, but it was after that the teasing seemed to increase. We were all crowded outside the gym waiting for the doors to open for the alumni basketball game where the teachers would play against the boy's basketball team. It was a ritual after the season ended every year. As the crowd pushed in, I was forced into the back of Cindy, an attractive brunette that was dating a guy on the team. 

I almost knocked her over but was able to get an arm around her waist and catch her before she fell. She turned around like she was going to yell, but then a soft smile came to her face and she thanked me for catching her and pulled my hand tighter around her waist. 

"Don't let me fall, Joey," she said, her hand staying in place over mine. Her cute, slightly plump ass was pushing back against me as the anxious crowd continued to try and force it's way forward. With every push forward, Cindy would rock back against me. As the crowd reached the point where no one could move, Cindy started to gently rock her hips so those fleshy ass cheeks could massage the growing hardness in my pants.

We were wedged in tight now, with Cindy hardly able to move against the girl in front of her. She slowly moved my hand up her body until it rested on her right boob and my fingers began to massage it as a reflex motion. She started to squeeze her ass cheeks together having captured my rock-hard cock between them.

"What are you doing?" I whispered into her ear, afraid that someone would see and tell her boyfriend.

"Just having some fun sweetie. Relax and enjoy it while you can. They'll be letting us inside soon."

"Well, stop it before I cum in my pants!", I moaned into her ear before gently sucking her earlobe between my lips. I could feel her skin quivering now. She laughed between sharp intakes of breath and then released my hand, with one last clench of her ass cheeks against my hard-on as she turned to smile at me.

The next incident started the following week in Mrs. Taylor's math class. Most of the attractive girls in school wore short skirts in those days. They liked showing off there long legs and as young males we were only to kind to oblige them and stare longingly at flesh that we knew we would never touch. By the end of my senior year in high school, we were all over 18 and knew what we were doing and it didn't seem to be bothering anyone.

I was sitting in math class, daydreaming about my teacher Mrs. Taylor, who was a beautiful, petite redhead that I'd had a crush on since day one. She had moved north from Florida because her husband was transferred, but then he was sent overseas to set up a new plant, leaving her alone and angry at the world. At the start of the school year, she was very strict and had us all scared to say boo. She had a slight southern drawl that was very sexy when she talked, even about math.




Teacher, Teacher



She showed up that first day of school in one of the tightest grey skirts I had ever seen, with a matching jacket. The suit outlined every lovely curve of her trim little body with her well formed legs glistening in the taupe nylons. About halfway through class, it got very warm in the classroom and she removed the jacket to expose a thin white blouse that covered a very lacy white bra. You could hear the sharp intake of breath from every male in the room and it drew a very nasty look from Mrs. Taylor.

But she was a very good teacher and as the year went on, she loosened up and got used to us. Where she had us lined up straight in front of her in three rows at start of the year, she had our small class go to a U-formation by the end of the year. That's when the teasing really got serious.

I came into class and sat in what had become my normal seat. I was able to get a variety of close up views of Mrs. Taylor while she wrote on the blackboard, her tiny, round ass jiggling as she reached up. I would watch her chest while her boobs seemed to disappear in the white lacy bra as she stretched high, but then filled in and rolled around as her arms came back down. And when she sat on the edge of her desk to talk to us, I could see half way up her lovely thighs. This was also the vantage point I had on most of the girls in class that didn't like to sit up straight. As I said, when women want to show off their legs, I am only too happy to oblige.

Lori, a tall quite attractive blonde, came in a little late and took the last seat on the end across from me. She liked to wear short skirts and dresses and today was no different. I had taken to watching her, among others, because of her long, lovely legs that seemed to go on forever. I know that she knew that I was ogling her, but she never said anything so I figured she really didn't mind it.

As I was sitting there this day, Lori slumped in her seat a little and let her skirt hike up a little more than it would on its own. It allowed her to spread her legs more than normal and I allowed my eyes to travel up those gorgeous gams. As the class wore on, Lori kept spreading her legs further apart until finally I could see the red panties she was wearing under her pantyhose. I had been stiffening as it was but seeing her underwear in public was more daring than she, or anyone else, had ever been. 

When I looked up with that deer-in-the-headlights look, she just smiled at me. What the hell did that mean? Was she now attracted to me? Did she want me to ask her out? I know my face was probably as red as Mrs. Taylor's hair, but she was putting on a damn fine show. She rested a hand on top of her thigh and I started glancing around to see if anyone else noticed this, but they all seemed to be intent on whatever Mrs. Taylor was teaching. I watched in awe as Lori started to move her hand over her thigh, sliding slowly up and down, and then gently rubbing the inside. I thought I would explode right then but Mrs. Taylor suddenly asked me what the next step of the equation would be.

I was afraid that everyone looking at me could see my burgeoning manhood as it pushed up my pants, but they were just expecting me to spout out the answer as usual. An answer that would normally roll off my tongue took an agonizingly long ten seconds to come up with. 

"Are you feeling alright Joey?" Mrs. Taylor asked concern in her voice.

"Ahem, I'll be fine. Thank you," I replied, trying not to make a big deal of it. I thought Lori was going to split a gut as she tried very hard not to laugh. She also used the opportunity to pull her skirt back down to its normal indecent length. Apparently we were the only two who knew what had just transpired the last 45 minutes.

As the bell rang to end the class, Mrs. Taylor asked me to stay behind for a minute. I, and Lori, thought for sure that we had been caught. Lori skipped out the door before Mrs. Taylor could even turn around. Once everyone had left the classroom, Mrs. Taylor pulled a chair up in front of my desk, my red face returning.

"Are you sure you feel alright? You look like you just ran a marathon." My heart and my cock were pulsing at the same rate as I looked into her lovely green eyes.

"I'm, I'm fine. Really." I could smell her perfume now. She wore several different kinds and every one of them gave me nasty thoughts about her. With what had just transpired, today's essence had my hard-on pressing tightly against my loose pants. If they would have let us wear blue jeans back then, I wouldn't have had a problem, but loose pants made it difficult to hide anything.

"Look, you're by far the best student in this class and I was hoping that you could help me grade homework and test papers from some of my other classes. It would only be an hour or two a couple times a week and I would really appreciate it. My husband used to help out, but with him in Egypt for a few more months, I'm at my wits end." She looked a little haggard, which was hard for her to do with perfect lipstick, mascara, and her tightly coifed fiery, red hair. 

I was so relieved that she didn't know I was perving out in class that I just agreed to it and said I would be there after my last class today. It drew a heart-melting warm smile from her that wasn't doing my dick any good. She thanked me and got up moving the chair back to her desk. She had a little schoolgirl smile on her face as she backed away from me. I sat there a minute pretending to write down some notes while my hard-on subsided. The next class started to file in and I hurriedly got up, keeping my books in front of me as I hurried off to my last class.

Lori was outside with her QB boyfriend talking away like nothing had happened back in the classroom. He had a hand on her hip while they talked and she gave him a hug as she glanced at me walking by and flashed that seductive smile again and winked. Fucking prick teaser. 

With my last class over, I went back to see Mrs. Taylor and she had another chair pulled up alongside hers at the desk. I sat down next to her and she smiled at me, at once melting my heart and stiffening my rod. She was only 28 but looked like she was fresh out of college. I couldn't help but notice that much like Lori, her skirt was rising high on her thigh. Sitting this close to her and smelling her perfume in my aroused state was having a dizzying affect on me.

Her face was mere inches away as those ruby red lips, looking so kissable, softly spoke the instructions. She wore just enough makeup to conceal most of the freckles that dotted her cute little nose. Her right hand was resting on my thigh, just inches from my throbbing erection, as she smiled and asked if I had any questions. I smiled back, shaking my head and wanting to reach over and pull her face closer for a passionate kiss. But of course, I did not.

She watched as I marked up the first paper before getting up to go straighten out the classroom. She took her jacket off, flashing that lacy bra she always wore under her thin white blouses. She started to write problems on the blackboard for her first class on the next day, and I was distracted as she stretched high to start them, and then had to bend low to finish them. Her tight round ass was a work of art in the black skirt she wore today.

I was done as she finished up and came back to check on me. Good thing I was a multi-tasker at a time when no one knew what that term meant. She was very pleased as she quickly glanced over them. Her hand rested on my shoulder as she bent over me and flipped through a couple of papers. As she stood back up, her fingernails scraped lightly across my neck sending erotic chills down my body and ending in my rock solid cock.

"Thank you. Can I give you a ride home? I only live a few blocks from you."

"That would be great. I missed the late bus."

She never put her jacket back on and I was able to ogle her small but well defined chest through the thin blouse and bra. She really was a strikingly attractive woman, an assessment I had made back on day one. I was already in the passenger's side when she gracefully slid into the driver's side, her skirt riding up her delightful thighs once again and bringing another rise out of me. 

That was when I noticed her stockings ended and were attached to a garter belt. I could see a couple inches of bare skin as she slowly spread her legs, starting the car up and backing out of the parking lot. All eight inches of my pulsating piece of meat was quickly at attention as I surreptitiously watched that flesh come into view. In today's world, any teacher giving a student a ride would raise suspicions. But this was a different era and no one suspected a teacher of any wrongdoing or ulterior motives.

We made small talk and some light humor about a few students and were soon at the intersection where I lived two blocks to the left and she was two blocks straight ahead. I told her to let me out there and I would walk the rest of the way. She smiled and thanked me again, raising a hand to my cheek. If every student were like you, teachers wouldn't care that they were underpaid. My books were lying in my lap, so I just smiled at her electric touch and quickly exited the car. She chuckled a little as she drove off.

I raced home with a large wet spot now formed on my black pants. I set my books on the kitchen table and went straight into the bathroom unzipping my pants and pulling out that stiff rod. I pictured Lori as her fingers tickled her inner thigh, the purple head of my cock now swelling even more. Then she faded away as the vision of Mrs. Taylor replaced her, those luscious lips just inches away, finally coming closer as she kissed me passionately. I rubbed the leaking fluid from my cock up and down the shaft, squeezing hard now as I envisioned that bare flesh on her legs, my hand sliding over to meet it and slowly working up her leg the short distance to her waiting pussy. As my finger touched her soft, satiny panties, I exploded with cum spraying out and splashing against the lifted toilet seat before finally finding the bowl with soft plopping sounds as the last few drops fell into the cool water.

That night I jerked off again in my bedroom, vivid visions of Mrs. Taylor having let her bright red hair down. I could feel her soft hair against my legs as she slowly sucked my cock between her lips. My hand ran up and down my rigid shaft as I pictured her tongue swirling around the swollen purple head of my throbbing cock. I squeezed hard as she sucked me again and opened her throat to swallow me whole. My cock erupted like Mount Vesuvius, sending cum shooting high into the air, the boiling lava like liquid splashing down on my chest and belly as my mind pictured her swallowing all of it. 

I cleaned up and climbed naked back into bed. The visions of Lori and Mrs. Taylor were making it difficult to sleep even in my exhausted state, but I finally replaced them with visions of Kathy and her sweet smile and drifted off to sleep.

Friday afternoon I slipped into my desk in math class, hoping for less stress than yesterday, but wanting Lori to take that same seat again. As the bell rang for the start of class, Lori again came in and shut the door behind her as she took the same end seat. She was wearing a light blue mini-skirt that flowed loosely around her beautiful thighs. She didn't have to worry about intentionally hiking her skirt for me, this one was hanging so loose around her that it did it all on its own. 

She waited about ten minutes before carefully letting her legs spread apart. I could almost hear her fingernails scraping along her pantyhose as she worked her hand inside her thighs. She pushed the skirt higher as she slowly opened her legs exposing more and more of those firm thighs over the next several minutes. I had no idea what Mrs. Taylor was talking about now as I concentrated on this erotic beauty. She was over ten feet away but in my mind it was just mere inches.

My cock was dripping now as the burgeoning head pressed against my black slacks. Finally she opened her legs as far as she could without drawing too much notice to herself, moving her skirt the last inch I needed to see her glorious crotch once again. But something was different this time. There were no red panties as I stared at the translucent pantyhose. My eyes finally focused on some fuzzy stuff where her thighs met and I came to the realization that she wasn't wearing panties and this was in fact her cunt hair staring back at me.

I stared for several minutes before raising my eyes to meet hers. She had a devilish grin and there was fire in her eyes. But her eyes were focused lower and I realized she was looking at the swelling in my pants. She was as perverted as me and I looked back at her hairy crotch as her fingers tickled the flesh near the top of her thighs. She ran a finger quickly along her slit and as her eyes closed I could swear her body was quivering in a small orgasm. Maybe she was having second thoughts about that QB boyfriend of hers, but somehow I doubted it. It wouldn't be good for her reputation and that meant everything to a girl her age. 

The bell rang jolting me back to reality and I looked back towards Mrs. Taylor, quickly jotting down the weekend homework assignment. She asked me if I could help out again after school and I agreed, slipping out of class with my books in front of my crotch again, but this time heading straight to the boy's room. I skipped my last period French class spending the entire time trying to dry the spot that had formed on my slacks and underwear. I doubted old lady Mrs. Lynch would even notice my absence.

With the wet spot finally dried up, I went to my locker to get the books I would need for the weekend and then headed back to Mrs. Taylor's room. I passed Lori in the hall and she puckered her lips before mouthing a silent "Thank you."

I feigned a smile but kept walking. When I got to Mrs. Taylor's room, she was placing papers in her briefcase and picking up her jacket. I thought she forgot that she had asked me to help her out. She turned and smiled as I walked in the room.

"Hi. I thought maybe we could do this at my house if you don't mind. I bet you're just as anxious to get out of this building as I am after five days." Her smile showed an energy that wasn't there an hour ago and I quickly agreed.

We walked out to her car with her stopping to chat with other teachers along the way. I used the opportunity to fall back a few feet behind her where I could check out every firm, beautiful inch of her sexy body. Her hips swayed gracefully as she walked, her high heels pounding out the beat she needed for her seductive gait. As we got to her car Miss Raphael, my English teacher came up to her to talk. I waited patiently on the passenger's side for Mrs. Taylor to unlock the doors.

Miss Raphael was just plain cute. She was fresh out of college but taking graduate courses at night. She had short jet black hair and stood about two inches shorter than Mrs. Taylor. Right now they were standing inches from each other as I tried to hear their whispers.

"Some of us are going over to Ye Olde Knight for a few drinks. You should join us," said Miss Raphael, smiling invitingly as she placed a hand on Mrs. Taylor's arm.

"I really can't today. I have a ton of papers to grade this weekend and Joey has offered to help tonight."

"Oh, I bet you really had to twist his arm to get him to help, too. If you ask him really nice, I bet he'd help you all weekend," she purred, now slowly stroking Mrs. Taylor's arm. She glanced over at me, that same devilish look in her eyes that Lori had earlier today. She leaned even closer to Mrs. Taylor, "Well, if you change your mind, you know where I'll be." Her hand slowly descended Mrs. Taylor's arm until she clasped her hand, then leaned in the last few inches and placed a soft peck on her cheek.

My hard-on was banging against the car door and I slowly rubbed up against it as I pictured my two favorite teachers locked in a sensuous embrace. Of course that was just my imagination at work. Miss Raphael turned to look at me, "You have a great weekend Joey!" she beamed, then turned and quickly walked over to her little sports car, her hips swaying with exaggerated movements. 

We both stood there stunned, watching her cute legs slide into the low bucket seat of the MG. Mrs. Taylor finally unlocked her door, then slid into the seat and reached over unlocking my door. I carefully kept my books in front of me as I sat down, my throbbing monolith threatening to embarrass me before we ever got to her house. Mrs. Taylor sat there with the key in her hand, obviously distracted by the short conversation with that sexy little nymph.

"You know, if you want to go out with your friends, maybe we can get together another time this weekend," I stated, not knowing how I was going to hide the stiff rod in my pants once I was inside her house, alone with her.

"No. No..." she hesitated. I had never seen her indecisive before. She was always so sure of herself and the answers when she was teaching. "I'm not in the mood for all their gossip and idiotic putdowns of the students," she said more decisively, sliding the key into the ignition and starting the engine. She looked over at me and smiled, "Besides, we can have a drink at my place." 

Yes, the drinking age was eighteen back then, but not all parents approved of that. Mine didn't care, but then I had never gotten drunk either so I guess they felt I was responsible enough to handle it. My college years would prove that wrong, but for now I was Mr. Responsibility. My eyes drifted down Mrs. Taylor's body as she drove, her small breasts perfectly outlined in the lacy bra as usual and her legs encased in black stockings to match the black skirt she wore today.

When we stopped at traffic light, she reached back and pulled a long pin from the back of her hair allowing it to fall down, a sea of red flowing across her shoulders. She shook it out and ran her fingers through it, her curls quickly taking shape. The flaming red hair made a sensuous frame around her beautiful face as she turned towards me again and smiled, promising me more than a couple hours of correcting papers. I pictured us sitting on her sofa, drinks in hand, conversing in nonsensical love talk as our fingers roamed each other's skin. My hard-on began to raise the books resting in my lap and I sat up quickly as I came back to reality.

We didn't talk during the short ride to her house, but I could see an almost determined look in her eye as she pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. We got out of the car and I offered to carry her briefcase and she smiled as she handed it to me.

"Camelot lives!" she exclaimed. "I have my own white knight."

"I loved that movie," I gushed.

"You should have seen it on Broadway. Burton was magnificent." We went around to the back door and into the kitchen. "Just set your books on the counter. We can work at the kitchen table," she stated as she quickly went to the fridge and fished out two cold beers.

Well, so much for the sofa, I thought. At least I could use the table to hide my once again stiffening manhood as she plopped the beer in front of me and pulled her chair right next to mine. She was wearing a different perfume today with a flowery spring scent. I hadn't smelled it in the car, but now just inches away from her, the pleasant odor was carrying me away again as I pictured us on a picnic blanket in the middle of a field with wildflowers all around us.

She raised her bottle, "To the weekend!"

I tapped my bottle to hers, and we both quickly drained about half of it. She was beaming now, a brilliant, white, toothy smile and I couldn't help but smile back and feel invigorated. I inched closer to her as she removed the papers we had to grade. They were ninth grade algebra tests so I knew it wouldn't take that long to get through the 25-30 papers. I was on my last paper now and I started laughing.




Teacher, Teacher



"What is it?" she asked.

"Amy says the buses will never meet because of the traffic. She doesn't have a clue how to solve it," I chuckled.

She laughed as well. "Give her a plus 1 for her sense of humor. If she concentrated on her classwork instead of Tommy Farmer, she would know how to solve a simple problem by now. You ready for another beer?"

"Sure Mrs. Taylor. Thanks."

"Please, when we're in my house, can you call me Linda. Being home alone, I just like to hear somebody call me by my real name. I've only been Mrs. Taylor for a couple years you know."

"No I didn't, Linda," I said softly as we both smiled at the use of her first name. 

She handed me the beer and then took hold of my other hand. "C'mon, let's go get comfortable," she said, leading me into the living room and plopping down on the sofa. She kicked off her shoes and placed her dainty stocking covered feet on the coffee table. "Please make yourself at home."

I took off my shoes hoping my feet didn't stink, and then sat down next to her on the sofa, thoughts of my earlier daydream fresh in my mind. My adolescent manhood started raging again and I sat up straight hoping the bulge wouldn't show too much. I downed about half the beer again trying to calm down. 

Linda leaned back on the sofa, her skirt rising even more than it had in the car. The straps of her garter belt were clearly visible as were several inches of alabaster skin. There were no freckles on those beautiful inner thighs. She took a long drink, then laid her head back and closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lovely lips. I stared at her lacy bra through the translucent white blouse, imagining what those small firm orbs looked like naked. My cock was rampant now, pulsing up and down in my pants. 

Her soft fiery red hair said she was a woman of passion, but with her eyes closed, she looked lonely and again fatigued. She finally opened her eyes and sat up, taking a swig before setting her drink down on the table. She stretched her arms up high over her head and I could hear the slight crack of joints and muscles, tightened from a week of standing and the stress of the job.

"You seem pretty tense. Would you like a massage," I offered.

"I don't know. Y'all have any experience at this?" she asked a little tease in her voice, trying to sound like a teenage southern belle.

"Yeah, my mom had to waitress for a while when my dad was sick and she would come home with aches and pains from sore muscles. I used to massage her shoulders and calves for her while we watched TV."

She turned her back to me. "Then by all means, rub away."

I gently placed my hands on her soft cotton blouse, then firmly worked the muscles of her shoulder. My cock was pushing up my pants again and I noticed a small wet spot starting to appear. I ran my fingers slightly down her front as my thumbs worked her neck muscles. She moaned, tilting her head forward and I slid my hands back to the inner part of her shoulders, on bare skin now as my fingers worked their magic.

She loosened the buttons on the front of her blouse, then pushed it off her shoulders exposing the lightly freckled skin as I worked more of the joints. Her breathing was getting deeper and her skin was taking on a warm pink glow. My burgeoning manhood was telling me to make a move but I listened to my inner voice telling me to behave. I continued to gently but firmly massage from her shoulders to her neck and back, soft sighs and moans escaping her lips. 

Something jolted her back to reality as she slowly pulled her blouse back up. She turned and smiled at me again, "Your mom taught you very well. But then you always were an apt pupil." Her lips were just inches away, her flowery perfume filling my nostrils and sending another charge through my turgid monster. 

She turned facing me, then leaned back on the sofa. "Let's see if y'all that good on legs," she smiled, her accent returning as she placed her feet in my lap. She was staring at the bulge in my pants now. It was just inches from her delicate feet as she ran the nylon covered toes as close as she could without touching it. She reached down under her skirt in an overt move, her satin panties flashing a brilliant white light as she undid the clasps on her garter belt. She spread her legs in an invitation, the white satin panties now clearly in view and sending a charge through my cock as I felt another drop escape the tip.

"Take off my stockings." It was a command, not a request. I leaned forward, her feet now coming into contact with the hard lump of meat in my pants. It was an exquisite feeling and I had to concentrate very hard not to spill my load right then and there.

My hands reached up to her soft inner thighs and as I had done with Kathy, I caressed the delicate skin of her upper thighs. I let my fingers tickle the skin just above the stockings and she closed her eyes smiling, her feet clamping down on my manhood again. I took hold the upper part of the nylon and slowly began to roll it down her thighs, over her knees, and then finally the firm muscles of her calves. Her feet still clenched my hard-on as I squeezed them together and pushed my manhood back against them.

I could feel my cum boiling and quickly pulled away, taking the first stocking with me. She opened her eyes as I looked down on her, the hunger in both our eyes as I stared at the bare flesh left exposed after she had loosened the top buttons of her blouse earlier. She had a funny smile on her face. It was an "I dare you" look that said she wanted it to continue but it wasn't proper. I reached up and pulled the other stocking quickly from her leg, then fell forward on top of her as she spread her legs wide open in invitation. 

I slowly lowered my face, inching closer until she finally raised her head and our lips met in a soft kiss. I let it linger a moment, then pressed back sucking her lower lip between mine. She hungrily kissed back, her hands caressing my neck before running through my hair and sending quivers through my spine. I pushed my solid lump against her panty covered crotch as we slowly began to dry hump as we kissed.

She was an experienced older woman. Did she expect me to take charge and remove the rest of our clothes or did she think this was just a harmless make-out session? With limited experience, I wasn't sure so I continued to kiss her as she slipped her soft, moist tongue between my lips. I answered by rubbing my stiff, aching rod harder against her welcoming cunt. I was happy with the foreplay if that was all it would amount to.

My hand reached down to her bare chest as I softly kissed her neck, and then gently sucked her earlobe. My fingers slid under her bra and captured the small round hillock it had been protecting. I squeezed gently before taking the nipple between fore-finger and thumb and tweaking it to erection. It grew quickly and the flesh around her areola swelled as her excitement grew. I kissed down further until I could suck that turgid nipple between my lips and tickle it with my tongue. 

"Oh, shit!" she moaned. She grabbed my head, trying to sit up. She started to reach for my pants, and then the phone rang. "Oh Fuck! Not now." She glanced up at the beautiful hardwood Seth Thomas clock on the wall and knew she had to answer it. "It's my husband." 

She stood up, pulling her skirt down as she went to get the phone. She took a deep breath before she picked up the receiver, a forced smile replacing the passion in her expression.

"Hi honey," she answered. "What's that noise in the background?" she asked, trying to get her breath back and sound as normal as possible. Her tone turned sarcastic, "TV, right. Just remember what the State Department told you in that tutorial. You get caught with a hooker, they lock you up and they can't help you. And if you bring back a disease, I will cut your dick off and shove it down your throat until it comes out your ass!" Then she slammed down the phone, her face a beet red as the anger glowed in her bright green eyes. 

She looked down at me and my rigid pole and immediately felt guilty. I breathed a sigh of relief as she started to apologize. I got up cupped her face and kissed her gently but firmly, sliding my tongue between her sweet lips. She kissed back passionately, the anger flowing from her body as she slowly started to relax again.

She squeezed my prick, a look of empathy replacing the passion in her eyes. She looked me in the eye as she said, "This was probably wrong. I'm no better than that little PT Lori."

"You know about that?" I coughed.

"Of course I do. I'm a teacher. We have eyes in the back of our heads. We see everything."

"Why didn't you ever say anything. I could have told her and she would have stopped."

"Why would I want to do that? She obviously enjoys having you watch her, you obviously enjoy watching her, and I certainly enjoy watching that bulge in your pants grow every afternoon. What? You think only men get horny after months without sex?"

"Look Joey, it's late and you should probably get home for dinner before your mother starts to worry. Do you have any time tomorrow to finish grading papers?"

"Well, a bunch of us are playing baseball in the park tomorrow morning but we usually quit around lunchtime. I could come over after that."

"Hmm, think they'd mind if an old school marm came around to watch you play? They wouldn't tease you too much would they?" 

"Well, you're not that old and if you show up, you might cause a few more bulging pants if you wear one of those tight skirts." 

"I think I've just been complimented." She leaned in and kissed me passionately, her doubt about whether this was right or wrong quickly forgotten. 

"Go clean up and then scoot home. I wouldn't want your mom seeing you covered in lipstick. If I don't see you at the park, just come here when you're done playing games." There was a certain sarcastic tone in that last phrase but I clearly knew what she meant.

I was totally confused now. I had kissed my teacher, sucked her tits, and even dry humped her and she was acting like I was her boyfriend instead of a student. Then when we're both worked up and on the edge, she's able to act like it was just a friendly get together. But that last kiss promised so much before she hurried me out the door. I cursed her husband's timing repeatedly during my short walk home. 

My mind raced all night wondering what would happen Saturday when I went to grade papers. Would she have a change of mind and be all business? I was too nervous that night to even jack-off, running scenarios through my head about what to say and do if she even hinted that she wanted to continue what we had started.

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I woke up early Saturday from my restless sleep grabbing a bowl of cereal for breakfast before I showered. My parents always slept in on Saturday and I knew they appreciated me leaving them alone when I went to play sports on the weekends. For me it was an invigorating break from my studies and for them, a chance to have passionate sex with no one listening. 

I had heard them having sex often while growing up, even though they tried to be quiet. I think my mom made more noise trying to be quiet than she would have if she just let herself go. I tested out my theory one Saturday by leaving my bedroom door and window open. My bedroom was off the kitchen so I figured I could sneak back into my room and listen to see how much noise they made. I gave them about a half hour and then went to the side of the house where my bedroom was. I was about to climb in when I noticed the movement in the kitchen. 

Mom and dad were still an attractive couple even though they both turned forty this year. Mom was wearing a baby doll top, apparently she forgot the bottoms. Dad had his bathrobe on and I knew my dad never wore anything underneath it. He wasn't shy about letting the whole world know that he slept in the nude. As mom bent down to light the oven (it was an old gas stove), her wide ass was exposed and dad came right up behind her opening his robe and exposing his already firm member just before sliding it into her juicy pussy. They must have been at each other from the moment I walked out the door and now were going for seconds. It just slipped in way to easy for them to have just started.

Mom gave a little shout of surprise but certainly didn't object to it. She started pushing back and within a couple minutes, they had a steady rhythm going and she was moaning loudly. I was wondering if the neighbors might here since I left my window open but there was a fair amount of distance between houses. He pumped her for a solid ten minutes before she came loudly proclaiming it and he followed suit moments later. 

My theory verified, I headed to the park noticing that I had indeed been excited at watching my parents screw. It seemed a little perverted on one hand, but I was glad they still had a solid sexual relationship at a time when most couples are losing interest in each other. I was detached from the emotional aspect of their relationship and viewed this as just sex. Any guilt I had at watching them quickly faded as I pictured mom naked and a gorgeous symbol of sexuality.

Back to the present, I noticed George and Jeff coming in the west entrance of the park while I was coming in the south entrance. Jack and most of the others were quickly filing in the east entrance. We had sides chosen up and were playing the first game by 8:30. Our routine was to choose up sides and then play two five inning games and then re-choose sides, repeating the process until everyone wanted to go home.

We had four games completed when Mrs. Taylor started to wander in pretending to be walking the garden trail and then checking out the plaques by the different trees and bushes. She was wearing a tight pair of faded jeans that hugged her hips and with the short, pink, mohair sweater, it left about 2 inches of bare midriff exposed. She had gone easy on the make-up and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail making her look more our age than her actual 28 years. She looked adorable. Most of the guys didn't even recognize her until she said hello and sat down to watch us play. 

When I came in from the field, I sat down next to her and we made small talk about how the game was going. She asked why I didn't play on the varsity team and I told her about a difference of opinion with coach P back when I was in 10th grade. He let me know then than I wouldn't be playing any varsity sports. Bothered me at first, but I quickly got over it and stuck to pick-up games. 

We were tied in the last inning of our last game for the day. I started the inning with a lead-off double. Albert grounded out to second allowing me to easily get to third. Jack the Giant (he was 6'5" and 220 pounds) nailed a long fly ball to left and I basically trotted in with the winning run. Mrs. Taylor got so excited that she came running down to meet me and gave me a quick hug and yelled "Great game!" She then got a little embarrassed and decided she should congratulate some of the other players.

I got a few questionable stares from my friends until we saw Kathy come over and do the same with Jack, only giving him a brief kiss as well. It appeared that none of us had known they were seeing each other now. George, one of my closer friends came over to console me.

"Is that what your fight was about this week? You ok with this?"

"I'm fine George. Jack's a good guy. They'll be a model couple. Probably King and Queen of the prom."

"Well, my folks left some beer in the fridge if you want to come back to my house for a few drinks."

"Thanks, but I promised Mrs. Taylor I would help her grade papers again. She's had a rough week."

"Yeah, well I'd guess you better not be to 'hard' on her then." His double meaning did not go unnoticed and I popped him in the arm before going back to join her.

I was a sweaty, dusty mess and I told her I would run home and shower and then go right to her house. But she insisted I was fine and we should just get back to her place and get started. We made good time covering the two blocks to her house. 

"Can I at least wash my face?" I pleaded feeling the grit that had accumulated there, among other places.

"Sure. Just don't get carried away. There's something very appealing about a sweaty man, you know."

I had been hoping this would be a continuation of last night but the way we had left things, I thought maybe it would be all business. The tone of her voice was now lighter and inviting. She seemed to have gotten over the issue with her husband and was in a very good mood. I grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned the grit from my face and then did a quick swipe of my underarms. Girls might say they like a sweaty man, but that's an odor that no one likes.

I wandered back out to find Linda was on the sofa and had two beers cracked open for us. She looked sweet and sexy sprawled out on the sofa but she sat up as I entered the room, handing me the beer as I sat down next to her.

"So, you want to talk about that little thing with Kathy and Jack? You seemed a little upset they were together." 

"No big deal," I lied. "We're just friends. I just thought she might have confided in me instead of letting me find out like this." The disappointment was evident in my voice.

Linda got all motherly now wrapping an arm around my shoulder and squeezing lightly. I could smell her perfume as her head leaned into mine. She kissed me softly on the cheek.

"You know people will do stupid things to get someone's attention when they are upset. It was obvious that her show of affection was done to get your attention. What did you do that upset her?"

"What makes you think I did something to upset her?" I asked. She just cocked an eyebrow in that teacher-knows-everything way. So I gave in and told her some of the details of the night I unintentionally took her virginity.

"Look Joey, a girl's cherry is very special to her. She's probably upset that the night wasn't all moonlight and roses and that it felt awkward instead of heavenly. We all expect it to be some special romantic event with someone we love and then we get married. Or get married and have the special night. Truth is, that is rarely the case. It's more likely to happen the way it did for you. At least you both came. That's more than most couples get there first time."

She was smiling again, her face just inches away and I felt all that jealousy fade away. I hadn't wanted a serious relationship and avoided getting too close to any of the girls my senior year. I had no one to blame for that other than myself. And now I was alone with a beautiful woman who had ten years more experience than me and I was having a jealous teenager moment.

I turned my head towards her and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed back, her tongue gently darting between my lips. I tried to pull her into my lap and she almost spilled her beer. She set her beer on the coffee table and plopped into my lap, pinning me back against the sofa.

"Hold on tiger," she laughed. "A few ground rules before we do anything. This will be a casual relationship and NOBODY finds out about it. There will be no jealousy on anybody's part. I am a married woman and I want to stay that way. And when I say it's time to grade papers, y'all better be grading papers. Understood?"

God she had a beautiful smile. How could any man resist it? I nodded and smiled back at her feeling my cock awaken at the thought of making love with this gorgeous, red-headed, southern belle. I raised my hips so she could feel my lump and she grinned and pulled my T-shirt off. She placed her hands on my chest, the sweat not all dried up yet providing some lubricant as she massaged my muscles.

"Let's get you into the bedroom. You're not the only one who knows how to give a massage." Her breathing was getting heavy and her cheeks were starting to get the same shade as her hair. I followed her into her bedroom, the anticipation of what was about to happen making me want to explode.




Teacher Teacher



This is my first attempt at writing a erotic story. I would appreciate any feedback you could provide. I would like to thank HMAuthor for her help in editing and making the story readable. I have other chapters but will wait till I get some feedback before submitting them. 

Chapter 1: The Condo

Sandy Hauser was sitting poolside on a condo lounge chair soaking in the warm Mexican sun, as she enjoyed the beginning of her getaway vacation. Beside her was Dawn Reynolds. Sandy and Dawn had been best friends since they first met at college. It was as if they were destined to be soul mates. Sandy was twenty-five years old, blond, five-foot-six, very pretty with a complexion that glowed. Her long legs flowed into a perfect ass, which Sandy thought was her best feature, complimented by her moderate 34C breasts. She was reserved when in unfamiliar situations and didn't open up or show her emotions easily. Always an overachiever she had trouble letting loose and enjoying life.

Dawn on the other hand was a petit fireball, also twenty-five, with straight dark-brown hair down to the middle of her back. Although only five-foot-two her personality was much larger. She had a dark complexion, trim waist and magnificent 34D breasts, which with her small stature seemed larger. Dawn was perfect for Sandy. Being outgoing and adventuresome she pushed Sandy to open up and enjoy life. And that is exactly why Sandy loved her.

They had come down to Mexico to reconnect and relax before the start of the new school year. Both Sandy and Dawn were schoolteachers, Sandy taught twelfth grade English and coached volleyball, while Dawn taught eleventh grade Math. 

Sandy sipped her cocktail, looked around the pool then started to doze off. In that dream state between consciousness and slumber she reminisced back to college when she first met Dawn. Both were education majors and met at the state university the start of their sophomore year. Sandy was in the administration office trying to arrange for a new roommate. Her current roommate had suddenly dropped out because of a family emergency. While still trying to work something out she saw Dawn walk into the office. Dawn couldn't stand her room or roommate and wanted a change. It seemed like destiny. Dawn was vivacious and Sandy was taken with her humor and outlook on life. They were inseparable for the rest of their college years.

Sandy stirred and looked at Dawn. The sight of her lying next to her on the lounge in her bikini brought back memories from the spring semester of that first year as roommates. Dawn had rushed into their room full of enthusiasm. The midterms were over and it was time to let go. Sandy was reading at her desk when Dawn said, "Okay girlfriend, close that book and let's go. We need to get drunk and maybe even laid." Sandy looked at her friend and laughed. It was going to be one of those nights. Sandy wasn't always comfortable going out cruising bars but always enjoyed being Dawn's wingman. 

Both ladies quickly started going through their closets looking for the perfect outfits. Dawn had on a short denim skirt with a scoop neck sweater that buttoned down the front, showing lots of cleavage, and four-inch strappy heels. Sandy on the other hand had on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. When Dawn saw her she immediately screamed, "That just won't do girl! You aren't going anywhere looking like that." She then grabbed the bottom of the tee shirt and quickly pulled it over Sandy's head. Then before she could do anything Dawn pushed her down on her bed and pulled off her jeans. When Sandy started to complain Dawn quickly started to tickle her until Sandy surrendered laughing uncontrollably in just her bra and panties. But Dawn wasn't done yet; she looked at Sandy's underwear and exclaimed, "Where do you buy your lingerie? Goodwill? Those look like Granny panties. Just for that you are going commando tonight!" She quickly rolled Sandy over and unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, leaving Sandy naked on her bed. Sandy was mortified, although she had been naked in front of Dawn before, she had never been stripped by anyone. And now she was lying on the bed naked, with Dawn almost on top of her. Sandy had never been dominated like this and was confused as she felt a tingling down below and realized she was very aroused. Her pussy was becoming very wet and leaking down the crack of her ass. She didn't think she had ever been this aroused. 

Dawn went to her own closet to pick out an outfit for Sandy to wear. She selected a very short skirt and crop top. She tossed them to Sandy and ordered "Put those on before I change my mind and pick out something even more revealing." Sandy quickly did as she was told and dressed in the outfit Dawn provided her. Sandy didn't understand why being dominated by her friend turned her on so, but couldn't bring herself to resist her roommate. 

Dawn then went to Sandy's closet and picked out her highest heels and tossed them to Sandy ordering her to put them on and follow her out the door. Quickly putting on the heels Sandy followed like a puppy following its master.

Sandy peeked at Dawn lying next to her still sunning herself, snoring lightly. She was getting aroused as she remembered that night. Her pussy was soaking wet as she relived how Dawn had dominated her that entire evening. Sandy slowly slid her hand down her stomach and into her bikini bottom and started to stroke her clit. Her breathing quickened as she continued to recall that evening so long ago.

Sandy quickly caught up with Dawn as she was strutting down the dorm hallway. Sandy had never gone out in public without underwear before. In fact she rarely went without underwear even at home alone. Now she was walking thru the dorm in an impossibly short skirt that barely covered her ass and a crop top that came down just below her breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and were threatening to poke holes in the light fabric. Her pussy was positively soaking and starting to leak down her legs. She was so excited she was shaking. 

As she was about to turn around and head back to the room, Dawn stopped, turned round, reached up and grabbing Sandy's nipples saying, "Tonight you will do exactly as I say, no questions asked. If you disobey I will spank your ass till you can't sit down for days! Tonight we are going to loosen you up." 

Sandy yelped as the pain from Dawn pinching her nipples spread thru her body and straight to her pussy, increasing her arousal to new heights. All thought of returning to their dorm room vanished. Dawn then leaned in to Sandy's ear and whispered, "Don't worry honey, I'll keep you safe. I won't let anything happen to you that you don't want. Just be a good girl and do what you're told. You are about to know what it's like to let go."

With Dawn's assurances Sandy relaxed and decided to go with the flow. Trusting her sexy roommate to take care of her and keep her safe. The tension in the air evaporated and both young women started to giggle as they continued down the hall and out the door.

Although Sandy had never dressed like this in private before, let alone out in public, she felt liberated as she subconsciously removed her guilty feelings since she was only doing what she was being told. Unknowingly she sank deeper into submission to her dominant roommate. 

As they arrived on High Street, which bordered the campus, the pubs that lined the street were already packed with students all partying, celebrating the end of midterms. Walking down the street Dawn grabbed Sandy's hand and pulled her into the first pub. The pub was a converted house, with a porch lined with coeds dressed to impress and jocks showing their abs. Sandy calmed a bit as she realized that her clothes fit right in with all the other girls. Looking at the boys in her aroused state all she could think of was sex as she looked at their crotches. She wasn't alone. Dawn nudged her and pointed out one particular jock that had a massive bulge in his shorts. He of course had several coeds hanging all over him. 

Once they were in the pub, Dawn grabbed Sandy's ass and said, "Wait here I'll be right back." She quickly went to the bar and returned with four Jell-O shots. She handed two of them to Sandy and said, "Down the hatch." And so it started, a whirlwind of shots, dances, groping and flirting. Three hours later both were very loaded, but had not found any viable candidates to take back to their room. 

Sandy stirred from her daydream; her fingers were now working faster on her clit as she was nearing her climax. Sandy looked over again at Dawn and pushed two fingers into her honeypot and moaned as she became increasingly aroused. Her other hand slid up to her top, under the small bikini top pinching her nipple. She closed her eyes and continued her thoughts about that night.

Both women were very drunk as they staggered back to their room. It was very late and very few people were around. Sandy remembered how Dawn started to order her to do things as they crossed campus. Things like pulling her top up to her neck and walk across campus with her tits exposed. She couldn't believe she was letting herself be dominated but the thought of being spanked convinced her to follow orders. Sandy remembered how it felt following each order, as each time she did so her excitement increased tenfold. 

As they neared their dorm they approached a small grove of trees. Sandy gasped as Dawn grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Exposing her, cunt and all, to the world as well as her tits. She was now standing amongst the trees, effectively naked. Dawn walked around her prey and removed her belt, made a loop and slipped it around Sandy's neck. Sandy almost came when Dawn ordered her to drop to her knees and crawl after her, almost naked and being led with a makeshift leash.,

Sandy was furiously pumping her cunt as she recalled her submission to her roommate. She didn't care that she was poolside at a condo complex. All that mattered was the approaching orgasm.

Sandy looked up into the Dawn's eyes from her knees and saw a look of lust she would never forget. She watched as Dawn walked behind her and stroked her ass and pussy with her fingers. The touch was electrifying sending chills up her spine to her brain ceasing all thoughts of resistance. The first smack of the belt on her ass caused a moan from deep within as she almost climaxed right there in the trees on her knees, virtually naked. The next memory was Dawn telling her to stand and cover herself. She was almost having an out of body experience. She could see herself slowly standing and pulling down her top and skirt. As she started to remove the makeshift leash she was order to leave it. Dawn then quickly walked off heading for the dorm with Sandy following closely behind humiliated at wearing a leash and both legs soaking wet down to her knees from her dripping cunt.

Luckily they didn't pass anyone as they entered the dorm and made it to their room. However just as they got within twenty yards from the door, Dawn turned to her and said, "Strip slut I want you to crawl naked the rest of the way to the room." 

Sandy remembered the fear of the potential humiliation; of crawling naked in the hall of her dorm, being led on a leash by her roommate. As those memories flowed thru her brain an orgasm consumed her body, curling her toes and soaking her hand buried deep in her cunt. As she came down from her orgasmic high she opened her eyes and realized where she was and climaxed again. She wondered if she could resist submitting to Dawn while working at the same school. This would be a very exciting year she thought. 

Sandy quickly removed her hands and fixed her bikini and brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices from her fingers. Looking around the pool she was relieved no one was around to have seen her masturbate. Dawn was still sleeping as Sandy recalled how she ended up where she was and how it came about.

Chapter 2: After College

The last two years had been a rollercoaster ride to say the least. After they graduated both found jobs quickly, but not anywhere close to each other. They remained close however, calling every week or so, filling each other in how they were doing. They also visited during the breaks when they could. Always with Dawn dominating Sandy and pushing her limits whenever they were together.

Sandy started working at a prestigious private girl's school in Pennsylvania. Dawn however found a job at a public school in Indiana. That school system was not as prestigious and was more inner city than suburban but had a nice mix of students from all backgrounds and financial means. That was a couple of years ago. 

The first year things went well for both of them. Sandy became an assistant coach for the volleyball team and taught English. Dawn was teaching Math. Both were adjusting well in their new jobs and were well liked at their schools. At the start of their second year Sandy had some problems with some girls on the team. In particular, two seniors who were the queen bees of the school and thought they didn't have to work in class. Heather and Monica, both had just turned eighteen, were the two best players on the team and both were in Sandy's English class. Sandy had several problems with the two Divas, as she called them, and finally had to threaten to sit them out if they didn't start doing their classwork. Things finally came to a head near the end of the season when Sandy insisted the head coach bench the two stars. 

Heather and Monica were furious and vowed to get back at Miss Hauser. They quickly went to work on a plan to bring their teacher down. After about a week everything was set. The Divas had enlisted the help of one of the other senior teammates. One must understand these two young women controlled everyone on the team. If you crossed one you were doomed to humiliation, one way or another, in front of the whole school. All the team members were scared to death of the divas. Their plan was to get some compromising pictures of Miss Hauser, use them to humiliate her and get her fired. 

One day after practice Sandy was walking thru the girls' locker room and heard someone crying. When she got to the shower she found Susan, another senior who was also eighteen. She was sitting naked and crying in the corner of the large shower room. Unbeknownst to Sandy it was a setup. Heather and Monica had hidden cameras around the locker room to get pictures and videos of Sandy in a compromising position. When Sandy ran over to Susan to comfort her and find out what was wrong the trap was set. Sandy helped the naked Susan up and took her to her locker and tried to find out what had happened. As they stood at the locker she had her arm around the crying young lady and was trying to get her to tell her what had happened. Susan, suddenly turned and looked at Sandy, reached around her, pulled her to her naked body and kissed her deeply. Sandy was so stunned she didn't know what to do. She was so caught off guard, and just a little bit aroused she froze. Susan took Sandy's hands and placed one on her tit and pulled the other onto her bush. When Sandy realized what was happening she tried to pull away but Susan, who was almost six-foot tall, overpowered her and held her close and kissed her again. Sandy, after being dominated for the last couple of years by Dawn, melted and returned the kiss. Suddenly Susan screamed and slapped Sandy's face and grabbed her clothes and ran out of the locker room. Sandy was confused, aroused, and scared. She knew this was bad but she didn't know what to do. 

The next day Heather and Monica confidently walked into Sandy's classroom and closed the door behind them. Sandy was sitting at her desk gathering her things to go home. She heard the Divas enter and looked at them with apprehension. It was not normal for these two to stay after school, and certainly not normal to visit her room. The girls walked up to the nervous teacher and Monica said, "Miss Hauser, we have a problem." 

Sandy looked at her and asked, "What are you talking about Monica?" 

Monica looked over to Heather and smiled a confident smile, then looked back at Sandy and said, "It appears that we have a teacher that can't keep her hands off the students." 

Sandy tried to show no emotion but she was sure it was about the locker room incident. She replied, "What do you mean?" 

Monica reached into her notebook and pulled out an envelope and tossed it onto Sandy's desk. Sandy slowly picked up the envelope and pulled out the pictures. She gasped as the first picture clearly showed her with her arm around the naked Susan. The next one had them kissing, and the one after showed her with her hands on Susan's tit and crotch. She quickly shoved the picture back in the envelope and looked at the two smiling Divas. 

Sandy didn't know what to do; she slumped into her chair and asked, "What do you want? I don't have much money." 

Monica simply said, "Revenge bitch! You are about to learn what it's like to fuck with us. Here is what's going to happen slut, you are going to get out of your chair and crawl over to us and beg for us to forgive you. If you hesitate or refuse it will only get worse for you." 

Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at the Divas and said in a very quiet voice, "Please don't do this. You know nothing happened. Susan took advantage of me not the other way around." 

Monica just smiled an evil smile and reached across the desk and smacked the teacher across the face. She then said, "You either do as we say or our next stop is the principal's office and you are out of a job and possibly in jail."

Sandy slowly moved from her chair to her knees and started to crawl to the girls, but as soon as she hit the floor Heather shouted, "You didn't do as instructed so now you have to do it naked. You have 30 seconds to get naked and over here begging or we're out of here."

Sandy had a look of panic on her face and rapidly removed her clothes. Monica laughed and started counting down the time, "twenty seconds; fifteen seconds." Sandy realized she wouldn't have enough time taking her clothes off normally and started to rip her pants and panties off. She grabbed her blouse and ripped the front open sending buttons all over the room. "Ten seconds; five seconds." 

Sandy was sitting on her ass trying to get her panty hose off but now her legs were now trapped with her pants, panties and pantyhose around her ankles. "Time's up slut," said Heather as her and Monica started for the door. 

Sandy shouted and crawled as fast as she could to catch up to the dominating bitches that controlled her future. "PLEASE WAIT, I'M SORRY FOR HAVING YOU SUSPENDED FROM THE TEAM! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" 

As the defeated teacher cowered at their feet and sobbed, Monica and Heather looked at each other and gave a high five as they knew they had won a major victory. When they had originally walked into the room all they were planning was to have the high and mighty Miss Hauser begging for their forgiveness. But that had now changed. Their teacher was now cowering naked at their feet. The feeling of power washed over them and without saying a word each now knew they were going to see how far they could push the slut before they had her fired.

"OK slut, bend down and lick our shoes off, and don't forget the soles." 

Sandy couldn't believe her ears. The thought of licking their shoes was revolting but she couldn't let them go to the principle. So she slowly lowered her head and began to lick Monica's shoes. Starting on the top and working her way around to the bottom as Monica raised her foot to let her lick the bottom. Heather and Monica were laughing so hard watching what was happening all the while calling their defeated teacher all kinds of vile names. 




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Sandy continued to lick Monica shoes and didn't notice Heather gathering up her discarded clothes and putting them in her backpack. After about ten minutes Sandy moved over to Heather who was now sitting at Sandy's desk. As Sandy approached, Heather raised her foot and placed the sole directly on Sandy's face. "Better do a good job slut!"

Sandy couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was naked, licking the shoes of her students. But what was confusing her more was her body. She was aroused, not just slightly aroused but her whole body was excited. Her nipples we hard and sticking out from her tits like bullets. Her pussy was drenched and her juices were starting to drip down on the floor. Beneath her, below her pussy there was an ever-growing puddle. Monica standing behind the naked teacher noticed the puddle and called out to her accomplice, "this slut is getting off on licking our shoes. She's dripping all over the floor!"

Sandy, humiliated when the two dominating students noticed her arousal, turned bright red down to her tits. Right now she wanted to crawl into a hole. She was also afraid of what else they would make her do and when this would all stop. 

The two Divas were not lesbians and certainly wouldn't do anything sexual in front of each other, even though they both were very aroused. Heather looked down at Sandy and said, "Okay, stop with the licking slut. Now I want you to lick your nasty juices off the floor and stand up. Sandy slowly dropped her head and did as told although she didn't think it was possible to be any more humiliated she was wrong.

Sandy stood up when finished and looked around for her clothes. Heather smiled at her and said, "I have your clothes bitch. We are leaving now and I am taking your clothes with me. You will find them at the end of the hall in the boy's bathroom. When you arrive tomorrow at school you are to wear a short skirt a tight button-up blouse and spike heels and nothing else. Do you understand slut?" Sandy nodded and wondered how she was going to get her clothes without being seen. Heather then told Sandy, "Wait fifteen minutes before leaving the room to retrieve your clothes. Also shave that hairy bush. I want you hairless from now on."

The girls quickly grabbed their backpacks and left the room. As they were walking down the hallway Monica looked at Heather and said, "I thought we were going to the principle tomorrow? Has our plan changed?"

"No, I just want her dressed like a slut when she is called into the office." Both girls laughed and tossed Sandy's clothes into the trash can in the boy's room.

Sandy knew she had to get ahead of the problem. If she didn't she would end up in jail. As she opened the door and peaked down the hallway to see if there was anyone, she was surprised to see Susan walking down the hall. Sandy pulled back into the doorway and waited till Susan reached her door. Just as she got there Sandy rushed out and grabbed the surprised senior and pulled her into her room. 

Susan couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at the naked teacher. "What is going on Miss Hauser? Why are you naked? What do you want? I'm not that way. Monica and Heather made me do that to you last week," Susan exclaimed. Susan was talking so fast Sandy couldn't respond, so she waited till Susan took a breath to answer her questions. 

"Susan, I am being blackmailed by those same two bitches that made you trap me last week. They made me do things and took my clothes. They left my clothes in the boy's room at the end of the hallway. We can't let this get any further. We need to stop this madness. Will you help me?" Sandy pleaded. 

Susan didn't want to get caught up in this mess. She knew that if they brought Miss Hauser down it was her also in the pictures and she would be ruined also. "What do you have in mind?" Susan asked.

"Tomorrow we go to the principle and bring those two sluts down. He won't want those pictures released any more than we do. It would be very bad for the school if anything about this is made public. If we do a preemptive strike with your corroboration they won't have anything to blackmail me with and they will expel the two of them." 

Susan looked at the scared and naked teacher and nodded. "Okay Miss Hauser, I'll do it." Sandy breathed a sigh of relief as she now had a way out of her problem. Sandy looked at Susan, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you very much. If ever I can do anything for you just let me know. Could I ask you one more favor? Would you go down to the boy's room and get my clothes?"

Susan looked at the naked teacher and smiled, "Sure Miss Hauser." Sandy smiled back and said "I think that now we have seen each other naked you can call me Sandy. We don't have much to hide anymore."

The next day Sandy and Susan showed up at the principal's office at seven thirty. After an hour-long meeting the two Divas were called to the office and expelled. 

Although Sandy finished the year, she was let go at the end of the year with no recommendation from the school. The Principal managed to quash the pictures and the potential scandal but didn't want to risk the incident becoming public and decided to force Sandy out. 

With no references finding another teaching job was tough. No school system wanted to take a chance because of her leaving under mysterious circumstances. Lucky for her, Dawn talked to her principle and was able to get her a job in her school. It was quite a step down from the girl's school but she would be teaching and could rebuild her reputation. Let alone pay back all her student loans. 

Now that Sandy had a job at the same school, both were looking forward to working together and the start of the new school year. Both were very excited to be working in the same building let alone the same city. Sandy had moved into her own apartment close to Dawn, as Dawn now had a boyfriend who lived with her. To Sandy, it seemed that everything that had happened over the last year was finally behind her and she was looking forward to the next chapter in her life. That was when Dawn suggested they go to Mexico to relax and reconnect before the school year started.

Chapter 3: Present Day

The two beautiful young women were staying at the condo on the west coast of Mexico. It was owned by one of the few well-to-do families who had kids attending their school. Dawn had worked closely with both the Mother and Father on several projects over the last year or so, and they offered to let Dawn and her friend stay there while they were in Mexico. Dawn was a little apprehensive about taking the offer, she had heard rumors about the family but they had always been nice to her. She knew that the time away would be good for her friend and they could not afford anything like this on their salaries. So she accepted and thanked them profusely. Little did she know they had ulterior motives? 

Juan and Christina Martinez had two daughters in the school. Anita and Suzanna were twins and about to enter their senior year. They were both very pretty and at the top of the school social network. Due to their parents financial and social standing the girls wanted for nothing. When you looked at the two young women you couldn't tell them apart, both had long dark brown hair that fell to the middle of their backs. They each stood five-foot-eight tall and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. Each had a set of tits that, while not huge, were a comfortable 34D and dressed to show off their near perfect bodies. This, coupled with the BMW's each drove, had most of the student population eager to do whatever the girls wanted just to be around them. However, both of the young women, who had just turned eighteen had personalities that firmly put them in the bitch category. The only time they were nice to someone was when they wanted something. Otherwise they pummeled anyone who got in their way, boys and girls alike. They used and abused everyone that they considered below them, which was just about everyone in the school, including teachers and staff. 

Juan and Christina were very active in the community, flaunting their wealth and often using it to curry favor from anyone, and using their money and power to intimidate anyone who got in their way. Over the years they had accumulated enough information and dirt on anyone in power that they could get away with just about anything. Both parents enjoyed a very different sexual lifestyle, using their power to have several men and women to use in any way they wanted. They even had the Mayor, Police Chief and their wives firmly under control and regularly used them all in sexually abusive and humiliating ways. Now that their daughters were of age, Christina talked to Juan about enslaving the very pretty Dawn and giving her to their daughters as their very own sex slave teacher for their senior year. Having Dawn stay at the condo was the first step. Dawn having her beautiful friend and fellow teacher staying with her was just a bonus. Getting two for the price of one, now each could have a slave of their own. When Dawn came by to pick up the keys, Christina was ecstatic when she saw Sandy for the first time. She could hardly wait for the week to end and the trap to be sprung. 

Sandy looked over to her friend sleeping next to her at the pool. She leaned over and gently nudged Dawn to awaken her. "Dawn honey, wake up! You don't want to burn." Dawn yawned and looked over at her friend, smiled and said "Sure sexy, whatever you say." Both women sat there for a few minutes when Dawn suddenly sat up, looked at her friend with a mischievous look in her eyes and announced "We are going to let loose tonight. We are going to light up this sleepy little town. It's going to be a night you're going to remember for a long time."

Sandy giggled and looked at her friend. She knew just from the look in her eyes that Dawn was going to take control and her pussy, already soaked from her orgasm was again becoming aroused and leaking even more. Dawn jumped up; grabbed Sandy's hand pulled her up and almost dragged her to their condo. Once inside she shoved Sandy against the wall and molested her tits with her hands. She quickly removed her top and started to kiss her way down her neck to Sandy's nipples. Sandy couldn't resist her dominate friend and melted into the wall. Dawn smiled at her submissive friend, pinched her nipples harder and harder till Sandy cried out in pain, the pain shooting down her chest straight to her dripping cunt as Dawn leaned in and kissed her deeply. 

Dawn released Sandy's tits, looked at her friend and told her, "We are going out to a pub that the Martinez told me about and getting drunk and get some studs to fuck our brains out." 

Sandy gasped as she remembered other times when Dawn took charge like this at college. Now that they were in another country where there was no way anyone could possibly know them who knew what she was going to make her do. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine thru her ass and straight to her cunt.

Dawn quickly stripped out of her bikini and told Sandy to strip. "Let's take a shower and get ready to go out." Both young women quickly ran to their rooms to clean up and get dressed to impress. 

Dawn remembered what Christina had told her as they were discussing the upcoming vacation. It was a couple of days before they were to leave. Dawn had stopped by to pick up the keys. Christina looked at the pretty teacher and said, "Dawn, you can do almost anything you want down there. It is a great place to let go and not have to worry about anything. My favorite place to go is a dance club called the Neon Sandal. Ask for Jesus at the door; tell them you are our guests. He will take very good care of you. Just tell him what you want. He can get you anything you desire."

Dawn remembered that and was going to fully take advantage of that as she was getting dressed. When she left her room she was wearing a skin tight strapless red spandex dress that extended only a couple of inches below her ass with a matching pair of red six-inch spike stiletto shoes. The dress was so tight it was impossible to wear anything under it. 

As Sandy walked out of her room Dawn gasped, she had on a little black dress, with the emphasis on little. It had a halter top, with a cutout below her breasts. The back plunged down so low it almost reached her ass. It ended just a few inches below her ass. Although it was not tight like Dawn's dress it left little to the imagination. Sandy topped off her outfit with a pair of six-inch strappy sandals. Looking at the two women it was very obvious that they were on the prowl. 

Dawn called the number that Christina gave her for a car service and off they went for a night of partying.

When they arrived at the club, Dawn asked for Jesus and when she mentioned Christina's name the doorman quickly escorted them inside and called someone on his radio. A couple of minutes later Jesus showed up and both women gasped, he was gorgeous. He stood about six-foot-four, dark hair and complexion, about two hundred pounds with a strong upper body and dressed like a million dollars. He smiled and took the ladies under his arms like they were his long lost loves. Jesus escorted them into the VIP section of the club and told the hostesses that they were to provide anything the ladies wanted. 

Sandy was very impressed. Here they were in a very high-end dance club being treated like celebrities. The men and women in the club were all beautiful, all dressed very sexy and with the thumping music both ladies were soon dancing and enjoying themselves. After about three hours of steady drinking, dancing, flirting and a little bit of some recreational drugs, Sandy and Dawn were very horny and ready to fuck just about anything on two legs. Jesus then made his move. He quietly had a couple of studs start moving the ladies to a less crowded part of the bar. Both ladies were very drunk and didn't notice that they were now in a different room with two very hot hunks. As the men toasted the women they didn't notice the slight aftertaste in the drink. A couple of minutes later Dawn and Sandy were no longer aware of what they were doing. They weren't passed out, but they didn't know what was happening.

Jesus then had the women taken to a car and driven down the road to a house on the other side of town. When they got there they were carried into the house and to a bedroom down the hall. Once inside, both were stripped and each placed on a bed. Dawn looked at Sandy but couldn't understand what was happening. She watched as two men grabbed Sandy's legs, spreading them wide as a third stepped in and entered her friend. She watched as he started to pummel her cunt while another man stepped up to her head and forced his cock into her mouth. 

Dawn's attention was soon drawn back to her own body as her own legs were spread and someone entered her and started fucking her cunt. As she felt the large cock move inside her, she felt her cunt start grabbing the cock as her body started to respond to the fucking. Soon another cock was at her mouth and being forced down her throat. After that she only remembered a series of cocks spewing their seed all over her body. Both Dawn and Sandy passed out naked in the strange room.

BANG. Sandy woke with a start, her head was spinning and she had a massive headache. Then two pairs of strong arms grabbed her from the twin bed where she had been sleeping. Sandy then realized she was naked and seemed to be covered with something crusty. Her right eye seemed to be glued shut and her mouth tasted like cum. As she looked over at Dawn she watched as two other uniformed men grabbed her from the twin bed she was on and jerked her upright. Dawn was also naked and had what also appeared to be dried cum all over her face and body. Sandy also noticed that Dawn had several hickeys around her tits, neck and around her pussy. The two men holding Sandy took her arms and quickly cuffed her hands behind her back. The other men did the same to Dawn.

As Sandy's head cleared, she realized that the men were police officers and the room she was in appeared to be a teenage boy's room. As she started to panic, a Mexican woman ran into the room shouting at the two naked women. When she got to Sandy she raised her hand and slapped Sandy across the face. She was screaming to her holding a couple of pictures of two young boys. Sandy grasped the situation; here they were in some strange boy's bedroom, naked, covered in cum, and in custody of the police. Sandy broke down crying not able to understand how this had happened. The last thing she could remember was dancing at the club with Dawn and a couple of local men and drinking some cocktails. Little did she know it was all a set-up.

One of the officers pushed the woman out the door as the other officer led Sandy and Dawn outside the house, naked, into two police cruisers parked on the street.

The trip to the police station took a few minutes, while on the way Sandy asked, "May I have something to wear?" The officer scowled and said "You American sluts think you can come down here and do anything you want and get away with it. We take pedophiles seriously down here. You get nothing!"

Once they arrived at the station, the women were escorted thru the door into a large room. Inside the room were several men and a few women officers. All stopped what they were doing as the women were taken thru a door to a hallway lined with cells. The slut's handcuffs were removed and they were shoved into a cell. Dawn with a panicked look on her face ran over to Sandy and hugged her whispering in here ear, "what is going to happen to us?" Sandy looked at her friend and said, "I don't know." Both then held onto each other and cried.

After a while, Sandy looked around the cell. It had a cement bed with no mattress, a sink and a toilet with no seat. She turned on the sink to clean up but the water that came out was a dark brown and she decided to stay as she was.

Meanwhile in the Police Chief's office Hector Martinez picked up the phone and called his cousin in Indiana. Christina answered the phone and listened as Hector told her that the deed was done. She smiled and nodded to her husband. She then told Hector, "You know what to do. Tell me when they are on their way."

Hector told her he would and hung up the phone. He then pushed the intercom and told his assistant to bring the first slut to the interview room.

Both women were now sitting on the bed trying to stay covered as best as they could when the door opened. In walked a large burley man with a chain in his hand. He walked over to their cell and pointed at Sandy and said, "You slut, get up and walk over to the door and drop to your knees."

Sandy slowly got up and walked to the cell door and dropped to her knees. The officer opened the door and buckled a collar around her neck, attached a leash and pulled Sandy out the door. Sandy started to get up but he smacked her across the face and demanded, "Crawl slut." Sandy dropped back to her knees and crawled after the officer out the door into the main room. Sandy was never so humiliated in all her life. Here she was crawling, naked, covered in cum thru a police station in front of fifteen or twenty strange officers and into an interview room. Sandy couldn't believe her body. This was probably the worst experience of her life and her pussy was getting wet and aroused. Not just a little aroused; she was dripping wet. Her nipples were sticking out from her tits like bullets. What was wrong with her, how could this excite her? As her confusion mounted her arousal increased. 

When Sandy crawled thru the door to the interview room there was a large barrel chested disgusting man seated at a table. When the officer closed the door behind her Sandy was suddenly alone with this gross man who smelled and had the most disgusting set of teeth she had ever seen. There were several missing and what was left was a dark brown color. When he looked down at Sandy she knew this wasn't going to go well. 




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Hector Martinez grabbed Sandy's leash and pulled her over to where she was kneeling at his feet. He then told her, "Slut, you have two choices. One, you can beg to do whatever we want and go home soon, or two, crawl back to the cell and be transferred down to the state prison and spend the next several years in jail. It's your choice. What's it going to be slut?"

Sandy gasped. What choice was that? She slowly lowered her head and whispered, "Please use me as you wish." 

Hector smiled and said, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU SLUT. YOU BETTER BEG LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT." 

Sandy turned a deep shade of red and started to beg, "please sir, make me your slut; please use all my holes in any way that pleases you sir. Please fuck my face and cum in my ass. I will do anything to please you sir."

Hector just smiled. "Crawl over here and take my cock out and suck me dry slut." With tears running down her face she crawled the few feet and opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. When she finally got it out of his trousers the smell almost made her vomit. It smelled like he hadn't bathed in days, with a distinct smell of urine. Hector yelled, "get on with it bitch!" 

Sandy slowly stuck out her tongue and started to lick the gross smelling cock, trying hard not to retch. As she worked her way down the cock to the base, Hector told her, "keep going on down and lick my nuts too and don't forget to suck them." Sandy continued to lick his ball sack and finally sucking first one then the other ball into her mouth. After a few minutes Hector grabbed her hair and pulled her up to his cock and shoved it into her mouth. 

"You better get it all down your throat or it's to the state you go slut." Sandy needed no further motivation. She quickly got to work on the cock taking it with enthusiasm into her mouth until her nose was pushed up against his smelly pubes. Hector smiled and grabbed her head and started to fuck her face with reckless abandon. Soon Sandy could feel his cock growing and knew it wouldn't be long till he spewed his seed down her throat. Almost immediately Hector groaned and held her head against his groin and shot his cum down her throat, only pulling back after the first few volleys to shoot his load across her face. When he was finished, he took her hair and cleaned the remaining cum from his cock and pushed her away. 

"Well done slut, you might get out of here even sooner if you keep performing like that." He laughed and pushed the intercom button. When his assistant answered he bellowed, "Bring me the other slut and pass this one around the room. Remember no permanent marks but you can use any hole you want." 

Sandy slumped to the floor. After last night she wasn't sure she could handle being gangbanged again but what choice did she have. A couple of minutes later the same man that brought her into the room led Dawn crawling in on a leash and grabbed her leash and dragged her out of the room into the large common area where there were several men waiting to fuck her.

As Sandy entered the large room she looked around and watched as men began to line up to take their turns. She was led over to a table and was told to lie down on top of it. Her head was just over one edge with her mouth lined up with her throat, and her ass on the other edge. Before she could do anything one of the officers with his cock in hand stepped up and shoved it roughly into her pussy. Sandy screamed as she wasn't ready for such an assault. However her scream was cut short as another officer shoved his cock into her mouth. Both men started pumping and Sandy, despite the rough treatment started to get aroused. Just as the two men were about to climax, Sandy noticed that Dawn was dropped down next to her on the table. Soon there were four lines one for each of the two young women's holes.

Sandy just zoned out. She didn't really feel anything as she and Dawn were raped repeatedly by the entire police force.

Sandy didn't know how long it lasted; in spite of herself she had climaxed several times. Now her and Dawn were picked up and carried back to the cell and laid on the cement cot. Both we covered in cum and they were very sore. Both women fell into a deep sleep that lasted for several hours.

The next morning a female officer awakened the young women. She opened the cell door and ordered the women out of the cell and out the back door of the station. Once outside she took a hose and hosed off the women with cold water. Even though the water was very cold, it felt wonderful as, for the first time in two days, they were able to get all the cum off their bodies. After the bath the woman escorted them to the bathroom and gave them hair and toothbrushes, then told them to use the facilities and clean up. 

About ten minutes later the ladies stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, but feeling much better. They were then led to the interview room where the police chief was waiting for them.

Both women were nervous, wondering what was going to happen to them. Hector Martinez looked at the beautiful naked women and wanted to keep them there and enjoy some more, but his instructions were clear.

"Sluts, here is what is going to happen. I am going to give you your passports, cash, and an airline ticket. You will be given one outfit to wear home. Your luggage will consist of lots of toys and pictures of your adventure as a reminder of your visit here in our little town. I will not file charges with the state, but the charges will stay open here. I won't broadcast your pictures as wanted felons and child molesters, but if someone asks I will tell them what I suspect. As long as you are good your secret will remain right here."

Both Sandy and Dawn for the first time in two days breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like they might get out of this mess with no one back at home knowing anything about their arrest. Hector then reached into a bag by his feet and tossed the dresses and shoes they wore to the club to the two women. They quickly got dressed and stood before the disgusting police chief waiting for him to release them.

Hector then called his assistant into the room. "Take these two sluts and their luggage to the airport and make sure they get on the plane." He then handed Sandy and Dawn their identification, cash, and tickets. "Get the fuck out of here and you better be good and do what you are told." 

Sandy didn't understand the last comment but she was happy to be leaving, so she blew off the comment.

Two hours later both women were on the plane heading back to Indiana.

Little did they know that now the real adventure was beginning?