8 comments/ 31248 views/ 7 favorites From One Teacher to Another By: happenstance All the characters are eighteen years old and above. ***** It all began when she saw a thirty-something tall and lanky man with moppish hair. Although Marianne was sitting in the last row, his simple act of entering her classroom made her eighteen-year-old heart miss a beat and her palms began sweating. She was transfixed by his big dark eyes, sharp nose and broad shoulders. All through the lecture, Marianne kept admiring everything about him, including the way he was moving his hands, his well-ironed trousers and even his polished brown shoes. With all the boys she had fooled around with and the men who had undressed her with their eyes, she had never felt anything like she was feeling right now. At that time Marianne didn't know, but she had fallen in love at first sight with her teacher, Jeff Clayton. From the next day onwards, she began sitting in the first row, right in front of his desk, and discovered emotions that would change her life forever. Marianne was only in her teens, but boys had already touched and squeezed her ripe breasts, couple of them had even put their fingers inside her panties, while she in turn had amply displayed that she was a good sport by touching their cocks and even allowing two boys to shove their raging hard-ons into her mouth. With the experience Marianne had gained with the boys and the fact that she secretly admired when grown-up men looked at her well-proportioned boobs and her tight ass, she set in motion her plan to win Jeff's heart. On the third day, she came to school wearing a nose ring and dash of kohl to highlight her green eyes. When she sat down on her chair in front of Jeff, she undid the top two buttons of her shirt and leaned on her desk to provide him a good view. His eyes, of course, went deep into her ample cleavage, tracing the blue veins running down her valley and then disappearing behind the desk. Where once Marianne spent most of her time thinking about shopping, movie stars, boys and their bulges, she was now always looking for any excuse to talk to Jeff and to stand as close to him as possible. Whenever she found him alone she would slide next to him and bending forward on her elbows ask him meaningless questions as his gaze admired the assets on display. Sometimes she would come in short skirt and watch Jeff sneak a peek at the soft skin of her thighs. Before her eyes fell on his rugged, handsome frame, Marianne was reluctant to carry out even simplest of requests. But now every wish of Jeff became an order, a command that had to be carried out without question. If he told the class to finish an essay in five days, she did it in three. If he told them to reference one book, she went over four. Marianne began hanging on to his every request, treating it as an order that she had to obey no matter what. One day she found out that he lived alone near the school, so she went to his place in the evening and knocked on the door. "Yes?" "Have brought pancakes that I baked myself." "Why?" "For you." He stepped out, took the pancakes and closed the door without saying thank you. Marianne stood there for more than five minutes hoping that he might open the door again but it remained shut. When she went to bed at night, all she could think about was Jeff. He hadn't invited her in, hadn't talked to her and hadn't even said thank you. But the sight of him standing there in front of her in shorts and T-shirt, his masculine legs, his smell, his rugged arms made her rub her young legs together, made her toss and turn and made her squeeze her pillow tightly. She continued to play his voice in her head and the way he took the pancakes from her the whole night. Next evening she again went to his house and knocked. "What now?" "Lasagne," she said extending her hands. "Did you make them?" "No, Mom did," she replied, which was a lie as she had bought them from a shop. He stepped outside, looked around and waved her in. Marianne was putting the lasagne on the table when she heard his baritone voice. "Did I ask you to put them there?" "No," she replied turning around in surprise. "Tell me, Marianne, you're always trying to please me, aren't you?" She just stood there with her eyes lowered. "Do you want to make me happy? Answer me." "Yes," she whispered. "OK. Put lasagne in the kitchen and then arrange the books that are lying in the other room." After dusting and arranging the books alphabetically she came back to the living room and stood near the couch he was sitting on. He didn't even look at her and kept watching the game on TV, while she she stood there for more than fifteen minutes looking at his long legs and his black hair as she waited for his next command. Finally, he got up and told her that he was going to sleep, so she better go home. With that he went to his room and closed the door. The next day was a Sunday, so she went to his place early. Jeff opened the door and without even saying hello told her to go to kitchen and wash the dishes. She removed the scarf, revealing her cleavage that was bursting out from the tight top and tried to make eye contact with him to draw his attention to her well-developed breasts, but he didn't even look at her. After washing the dishes and noticing that he had finished the lasagne she had brought a day ago, she came to the living room. Jeff, who was sitting on the couch, asked her to stand in front of him. "I'll take care of you if make me happy. Understood?" "Yes." "Don't talk to me in school. We'll talk here only. Don't tell your friends about us. Was looking at your file. Your pa works in bank and ma is a swimming coach. Don't tell them either. Got it?" "Yes." "Good. Now go." With that Jeff got up and went to his bedroom. For the next six days, Marianne went to his house every day and did whatever chores he wanted her to do and stayed there until he told her to leave. It sort of became routine except for two incidents. When she went back Monday, Jeff told her that as long as she was there in the house she was to wear only bra and panties. That meant she began washing the dishes, vacuuming the house and ironing his clothes only in bra and panties. He sat there and watched her bend, walk and sit in nothing but bare essentials. The sight of him looking at her swaying hips, her heaving breasts and the shape of her pussy lips visible under her panties excited her and made her wet. She would bend and move her bum right in front of him as she vacuumed the carpet. While washing dishes, Marianne would throw water on her bra to make it transparent. She would move her hips while ironing his clothes as Jeff would stand there watching her tight ass and smooth thighs. One day, she stood in front of him and putting her hands over her bra started touching her perfectly round boobs. She squeezed them, ran her fingers over her pink nipples and caressed her cleavage, but he sat there watching her. The other incident happened Saturday when she was about to leave for home. Jeff threw a hundred dollar bill on the carpet and asked her to pick it up with her teeth. She went down on her fours, with her breasts hanging like ripe melons and her tight ass positioned seductively, and crawling toward his feet on her hands and knees picked up the note with her teeth. He told her to come closer and as she did he shoved two ice cubes into her panties. As soon as he did that, her whole pubic hair region, her pussy lips and even her ass felt like they were on fire. She squirmed, tilted her body and shook her hips but the cubes continued to prick her groin. Although Marianne didn't utter a sound, not even a gasp, she did look at him and pleaded with her green eyes, but he stood there watching her clinch her teeth and bite her lips as she showed him that she was willing to bear anything to please him. After what seemed like hours, the ice began to melt, drenching her panties and thighs completely. Jeff took the cubes out and made her lick them. On the seventh day, it was Sunday; she had just finished ironing his shirt when he called her to his bedroom. This was the first time she was entering his bedroom and her heart began beating fast with both excitement and apprehension. He was lying on bed and told her to take off his jeans. She climbed on the bed and sitting near his legs took them off. "Now the underwear," he ordered. She took it off, revealing his erect cock and his balls resting on his inner thighs. "Play with it." Taking it in her palm she began running her fingers on its tip, its whole length and started squeezing his balls. He lifted his bum, parted his hole with his hands and she cleaned it with her tongue. While her tongue was inside his hole, he said: "Trust and honesty are the most important things. Can I trust you? Will you be loyal?" Lifting her face from his bum, she replied: "Yes." "Good. I want you to do something for me. Will you?" She nodded her head. "Answer me." "Yes, I'll." Moving his hand under his pillow, he took out something. "Here's a tiny video camera. I want you to place it next to the iron bars on the window in the girls' bathroom in the school. Put it with its lens facing the shower just before they go to washroom and take it out when they come out. Can you do this?" Marianne's eyes widened when she heard that and just stared at him. "This's to test your loyalty. If you want me happy, you'll do this." "But what do I do?" She asked. "Just put it there and take it out. Now stop asking questions, and go bring a cloth hanging in the bathroom. Good girl. Double fold it and place it there on the carpet. Get down on it on your knees." When Marianne went down on her knees, he came near her and pushed his cock into her mouth and made her suck every inch of it, even putting his hands behind her head and gagging her by pushing his dick deep inside her throat. Then he took it out and came all over her face and bra. Leaving her there like that, he picked up the camera and giving it to her told her to wash herself up, take the camera and bring it back tomorrow. At night her thoughts were divided between what had happened that day and what he wanted her to do tomorrow. This was the first time she had seen his cock, this was the first time she had taken it in her mouth and this was also the first time she had tasted his cum. She wanted to think only about that, but her mind kept going back to the task he had given her. She knew she couldn't let him down, so finally she stopped thinking about that and putting her hand inside her nightgown began playing with herself. As her hand caressed her firm and perky breasts, her brain replayed the scene of her going to down on her knees in front of him like some slave, him standing with his hands on his hips and his cock inches away from her hungry lips and the way he made her gag for breath and then completely degraded her by cumming all over her eyes, cheeks, lips and bra. Rubbing her pink nipples she thought what made it so beautiful for her was the fact that he knew exactly how she wanted to be treated. He understood her completely. Next day in school Marianne was sitting alone on the steps and thinking that the girls would soon go to washroom for shower. She slid her hand inside her bag and touched the camera. Instead of taking it out from the bag, she withdrew her hand and sat there with her knees tightly joined together and her hands shaking. Biting her nails, she thought about getting caught, about betraying her schoolmates, about her parents, and the shame. But then she thought about him. Putting her hand again in the bag, she took out the camera, hid it inside her palms and sat there as her heartbeat increased and her body began sweating. Then just like that she got up and started walking to the washroom with her shoulders straight and her gaze fixed. Once inside, she quickly put her bag on the floor, climbed on it and placing the tiny camera on the window walked out of the restroom. Next evening Marianne gave him the camera and Jeff began watching the girls in shower while she washed the dishes. After doing the chores, she was invited to his bedroom where he asked her whether she had a photo of her dad and mom in her cell phone. When Marianne said she didn't, he asked her to bring one tomorrow. She cleaned his hole, licked his balls and sucked his cock and tasted his cum as he came all over her face and bra. He again handed her the camera and told her to bring some more footage of the girls. The next day when she showed him the photo of her mom and dad, he said they were a good-looking couple. With that, he got busy watching the girls in shower. After doing the chores she came back to bedroom and saw him rolling two hundred bills. Coming closer to her, he took off her panties, revealing her completely shaved pussy, then spreading her legs wide he put the bills inside her pussy and fucked her with the roll. Taking out the bill, he told her to open her mouth and made her lick her own juice from the roll. "Keep it, you've earned it. You're a very good girl. You do whatever I tell you. I'm very happy with you. But I've one more test for you. I know you won't let me down. Take this camera and put it in bathroom before pa and ma take a shower. Hide it somewhere and bring it back tomorrow." "I can't do that," Marianne blurted out. Hearing that, he grabbed her hair and shouted: "Yes, you will. You'll do exactly as I say. Put this camera before they enter the bathroom. If you can't do this then don't come back ever again. Now open your mouth and suck me." That evening she didn't even have dinner and kept thinking about his order. She knew what she was going to do was wrong, but not doing it meant letting him down, not following his command, and maybe losing him forever. Every instinct told her not to do it, but for her the mere idea of not fulfilling his order was impossible. She knew she would do anything he wanted no matter what. Marianne did as ordered and came back with the footage the next day. He plugged the camera into his laptop and connected that to the TV. Asking her to lie down next to him, with her hands stroking his dick, he made her watch the video. "Is this the first time you've seen your dad's cock?" When she didn't reply, he slapped her bum so hard that her skin turned red. "He's big, isn't he? Tell me." "Yes," she quickly replied as she didn't want another slap. "Look at the way he's washing it with soap. Time to see the cunt that enjoys it," he said as he began watching her mom undressing in bathroom. "I bet she loves taking it in her mouth. You'll someday tape them having sex. She has a nice bush and look at those tits, they're still perky. Do you think she fucks lots of guys?" "Don't know," said Marianne as she watched her own mom wash her big boobs and pussy. "Well, she has a voluptuous and curvy body. I bet she likes spreading her legs and sucking cocks, just like her little whore. Take my cock in your mouth while I watch your mother," Jeff said pushing Marianne's face toward his dick. She sucked him, cleaned him and tasted his cum as he watched her mother naked. On Friday, he told her that she will have to stay Saturday night with him, so she better inform her parents that she will spend the night with her friend. When Marianne knocked on his door the next day, she heard his baritone voice through the door: "Come in." When she went in she saw him sitting on couch with two other men, who were as old as her dad, with liquor bottles and glasses in front of them. "Stand here," said Jeff pointing near his feet. As she walked toward them, her gaze drifted to TV and saw her mom's face and her huge breasts paused on the screen. She knew they were watching her mother take shower. Turning her face toward the men she saw them smiling. "What are you supposed to wear when you're here?" Jeff asked when she stood in front of them. Hearing that, Marianne's eyes widened and she just stared at them. When he saw that she wasn't moving, he said in a calm voice: "Do you want to disobey me?" She again looked at him and knew she couldn't say no. Lowering her gaze, she began taking off her top and skirt. "Not bad," said one of the men as their eyes roamed over her body, including her green eyes, red lips and her round breasts. "Let's see her ID," said the another man to Jeff. "Sure, George," replied Jeff taking out Marianne's ID from her handbag. "See, she's eighteen and I'm telling you she's a virgin, too," he added. "OK, you know my price. If Graham wants to pay more than we will discuss," said George turning to the other man. "I surely would. I'll pay five more," said Graham. Marianne stood there in bra and panties as both men started naming a price for her body right in front of her until Graham outbid George. "You can have her after I'm through with her," comforted Graham getting up from the couch and signaling Marianne to follow him to bedroom. Once there, he sat down on the bed and told her to take off his trousers. When she heard him say that she ran from the room, but Jeff caught her in the living room and asked: "Where are you going?" "Please, not them." "Why not us?" George asked getting up from the couch where he was watching her mom on TV. "Is there anything wrong with us?" he added as he dragged her by her hair to bedroom. "Throw her on the bed," said Graham, who was now naked. "Hold her, I'll be right back," shouted Jeff. Throwing her on her back on the bed, George sat down behind her head and held her arms while Graham placed his hands on her thighs and forced her to spread her legs. Jeff, meanwhile, stood near the bed and started videotaping the whole incident. "Hide our faces," George told Jeff. "Of course," he replied. "Please, let me go, please," Marianne begged. Instead of listening to her, Graham put his hand on her mouth and with the other hand started taking off her panties. With her panties off, George turned her on her side and unbuckled her bra. Sensing that they were not going to listen to her pleadings, she began throwing her legs. Graham, who was little fat, dug his nails deep into her thighs and held her legs tightly as he pushed his cock inside her virgin pussy. As soon as he did that, Marianne bit her lips hard both in pain and shame. "Stay still, bitch, we've paid good money for you," said Graham as he began pushing his cock as fast and as deep he could inside her tight hole. She began crying and bleeding but he ignored everything and kept screwing her until he was filling her with his cum. With Graham through, he swapped places with George and now it was his turn to enjoy her. Cupping her breasts, he took her right nipple in his mouth and began pinching her other nipple with his fingers. After sucking her like a child, he bit them lightly and then ran his tongue and lips all over her young body. Keeping his hands on her ripe breasts, he spread her legs and started fucking her. After raping her, Graham caught her arm and dragged her naked to the living room. There Jeff, who was still filming her, handed the camera to George and came near her. "Don't create a scene, or I'll show the video of your parents, and your school mates, to everybody in the town," he said patting her long red hair. "Do as I tell you and you won't get hurt. Now go to kitchen and bring the drumsticks." Marianne walked to the kitchen but her legs were shaking so much that she had to hold the refrigerator door just to stop herself from collapsing on the floor. Holding the door she began sobbing but was afraid that the men would hear her so she composed herself and picking up the drumsticks went back to the living room. From One Teacher to Another After placing the plate on the table she was retreating back to kitchen when George called her and told her to sit on his lap while he eat and drank. "So that's your mamma?" he asked pointing at TV. Marianne, who was sitting on his lap with her bum on his thighs and her nipples touching his chest, looked at the screen and saw her mom standing naked under the shower. She nodded yes. "Jeff, you'll earn a lot if you can get her mother," said Graham in a muffled voice as his mouth was full of chicken. "Yea, would like to fuck her," chipped in George. "Do you want to fuck your mamma?" Marianne stayed silent. "Or, do you want your daddy inside here?" he asked pushing his greasy finger inside her. "Show his cock to her," said Graham Jeff took the remote and played the scene where her dad was washing his cock and balls with soap. "Look at the screen, bitch," ordered George as he pinched her pink nipples hard. Letting out a scream she started massaging her nipples to soothe the pain and stared at her own dad's dick. "Time for some play," said Graham picking up her top and cleaning his fingers with it. "Come here and wake him up." She slid down from George's lap to Graham's and began stroking his cock "Suck it, whore," he ordered slapping her bum. With tears falling from her eyes, she took his thick dick in her mouth and began pleasuring him. Jeff, who had again began filming her, came near her and placed her hand on his erect cock, so now her mouth was full of Graham's dick while in her hand she held Jeff's. Finishing his drink, George dipped his fingers inside the wine glass and before Marianne could even comprehend he had put his wet finger inside her tight hole. Then without any warning he pushed her on her stomach on Graham's lap and spreading her legs wide open shoved his cock inside her asshole. Before she could scream, Graham had put his hand on her mouth and Jeff had pinned her down by her neck. When George entered her asshole it was so painful that she thought he was going to break each and every bone of her body and that blood would start pouring from her hole. She began crying loudly, but instead of taking it out or slowing down, George kept pushing his dick as deep as he could while his hands mauled her round and perky breasts and nipples by squeezing and pinching them hard. He kept fucking her until he could go on no more and then unloaded his cum inside her. Graham, who was watching the whole spectacle from close quarters as Marianne was lying on top of his legs, threw water on her hole when George was finished and asked her to clean the cum with her top. He then pushed her on her fours on the carpet and began screwing her. With his hands all over her hanging breasts and his lips on her neck and shoulders, he kept pushing his dick until he was completely drained. As she lay on the carpet sobbing and panting, he threw twenty bucks on her face and said: "Buy some candies." "Give us a copy of these videos," he told Jeff. "Sure, but they aren't cheap," "Don't worry about that. Get her mother and you'll earn a lot more." With that both men left the house. Marianne thought the ordeal was over, but before she could even get up from the floor Jeff had placed the camera on the table and began fucking her ass and then turning her around and cupping her breasts tightly began pummeling her pussy. "Don't worry; I'll take good care of you. You're a good fuck," he said as his cock filled her whole vagina. Just bring your mom here and you'll make me happy. Understood, baby?" Marianne kept her eyes closed tightly as tears continued to trickle down on her smooth cheek. While both Graham and George came inside her, but when Jeff was about to come he forced her to open her mouth with his fingers and came inside her mouth, on her lips and the cheeks where her tears were still there. Leaving her lying there on the floor with her face full of his cum and her tears, he got up and walking toward the bathroom said: "I'm gonna take bath, you should leave now." Although it was dark outside, she didn't want to stay there for even a second, so grabbing her top, which had stains all over it, and her skirt but leaving her bra and panties behind along with the twenty bucks, she slowly dragged herself out of the house. As there was a searing pain in her pussy and asshole, she was barely able to walk, but somehow reached her house and then lying down on the grass near her garage spent the whole night crying softly. Marianne didn't go to school that day or the next, and on the third day heard from a friend that Jeff had left the school and town without telling anyone. There were some rumors that he was wanted by police or somebody. After few days Marianne started feeling better and began going back to school but just when she was settling down she missed her period and discovered that she was pregnant. Since she didn't want her parents to know or the town to talk, she ran away from home to another state and gave birth to a boy whom she named Keith after her own dad. Doing all kinds of jobs and somehow surviving, Marianne began raising Keith, who turned out to be a good-looking kid. During that time she did date some men but all were short-lived relationships and she resigned herself to be a single mom. Marianne was living in a one-bedroom apartment in a run-down building with Keith, who was now eighteen when she met a woman at the neighborhood store. The woman initiated the chat and told her that her name was Christy and that she lived on the floor above Marianne's apartment. She even took her to her place and made coffee for her. Christy told her that in her spare time she made figurines that she sold to shops but her primary income was the rent she got from some shops she owned. Soon Christy started inviting Marianne more often to her place and both women began spending hours together talking about job, men and everything in between. They started going for shopping, for dinners and even walks together. Marianne felt comfortable with her and enjoyed her company a lot. After couple of months things began to change, although Marianne either didn't notice or didn't care. Christy started giving her small errands to run, such as bringing medicines, groceries and other such chores. Marianne never said no to her maybe because Christy was also giving her some money and presents every month to help with Keith's fees, books, clothes, etc. Slowly the gifts got expensive as she gave a cell phone, laptop and even a PlayStation for Keith. One evening Marianne was at Christy's apartment and was looking at the dress Christy was wearing when Christy caught her admiring her. "Like it?" Christy asked as she twirled in the dress. "Yes," mumbled Marianne noticing that the black mini dress was completely exposing her smooth thighs and was tightly cupping her bum. Since there were just two thin straps holding the dress together, her neck, shoulders and back were bare, too. But the most risque part was at the front: the dress had a ultra-low neckline, which meant her whole cleavage and all of her breasts except the nipples were totally naked. "So, what do you think?" "It's nice," answered Marianne as her eyes wandered over Christy's slender legs and well-proportioned breasts. "Have bought it for a party that's this weekend. You're also coming with me." "What will I do there?" "Listen Marianne, when I say something don't ask questions, OK? Never do that. When I tell you to do something just do it. I don't want you answering back. Understood?" "Yes," she replied with her head bowed. On Saturday, she went to the party in a purple evening gown that kept her assets, especially her voluptuous boobs, well hidden. It was a small party of around twelve people, and after couple rounds of drink they decided to leave. In the cab, Christy placed her arm around Marianne's shoulders and drawing her closer kissed her lips. This was the first time that a woman had kissed Marianne, but instead of pulling away her body responded to her touch. Christy locked Marianne in a tight embrace and caressed her back as her tongue went deeper inside Marianne's mouth. They continued kissing and touching each other in the lift and then Christy led her to her apartment and to her bed where Christy laid her down on her back and started kissing her neck and shoulders. She untied her black hair and lay down next to Marianne, wih her five feet and five inch frame that was just two inches shorter than Marianne pressed closely together. "Is this your first time?" she asked when she saw Marianne curled up like a child with her eyes closed. "Yes," she whispered. "Don't worry, will teach you everything. Do you know what laoshi means?" "No." "It means teacher in Chinese. From now on you'll always address me as laoshi, got it?" Marianne opened her eyes and nodded in agreement. Christy cupped Marianne's voluptuous breasts and began playing with her nipples as her lips explored her smooth stomach, her thighs and her mouth. When Christy's fingers reached Marianne's pussy, the wetness surprised her. "Has it been long?" she inquired taking her fingers that were dripping with juices out. "Yes," Marianne admitted. Christy lowered her head and slipped her tongue inside as her hands caressed Marianne's erect nipples. With Christy's tongue in her and her hands on her big boobs, Marianne began experiencing ecstacy and arousal for the first time in her whole life. As she became more aroused, her moaning grew louder and she tried to move Christy away from her drenched pussy, but Christy ignored her pleadings, her constant moving of her legs and kept eating her until Marianne collapsed in total exhaustion and orgasm. "Honey, you drowned me in floods," said Christy smiling and wiping Marianne's juices from her mouth with the back of her mouth. "Sorry," Marianne murmured. "Don't be silly, I loved it. You taste delicious." After that evening, Marianne started spending most of her time with Christy. She even told her how Jeff had sold her virginity and how he, Graham and George had raped her. Christy took Marianne to a house in a leafy suburb where she was met by three men and three women in the living room. After introductions, they sat down with drinks in their hands and began discussing their children's school problems. In the middle of the talks, a woman, Sara got up to refill her glass and then sat down on the thighs of Andrew, a man sitting opposite Marianne. Marianne averted her eyes when she saw him putting his hand inside her orange blouse. "You're a lucky man," said Andrew to Tim, as he freed Sara's small and perky breasts from her black bra. "That's true. I've got the best wife," he replied as he watched Andrew rub his wife's pink nipples. "Am I not hot?" Erica asked getting on her fours and crawling toward Jason. "Of course, you're. That's why Andrew loves you," said Jason as he lifted her skirt with his feet and caressed her well-developed bum. Andrew, whose hands were squeezing Sara's naked breasts, signaled to Christy with his eyes and said: "Time to taste new meat?" Christy got up from the couch and holding Marianne's arm took her to a room. Placing her arms on Marianne's hips said: "They are my friends. You'll have to make them happy." "What will I have to do, laoshi?" "You'll do whatever they want. And remember, you've to make them happy. Now wait here." Leaving her there, she went out and said: "She's ready." Andrew entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Be gentle with her," Christy said leaving them together. "Take off your clothes," ordered Andrew, who was standing behind her. With her head bowed, she unbuttoned her shirt and then let her sarong slip to the ground. "And the rest?" Hearing his loud voice made the hair of her neck stand in fear. Putting her hands behind her back, she unbuckled her green bra and dropped it near her feet. She wanted to turn around just to see his face but was afraid of his reaction so kept her bowed and removed her green panties. "Place your palms on the bed and bend," Andrew growled as he took off his clothes. Coming near her, he tightly cupped her breasts that were hanging like ripe melons, and then spreading her legs with his legs he shoved his cock inside her. Although she hasn't had a cock in years and was dreading the moment, but as soon she felt it filling her she wanted it more. Andrew began fucking her slowly, he took out his dick just until the tip, waited for a second or two, and then shoved all of it inside her. Then he picked up pace. His hands began squeezing, caressing and pinching her voluptuous breasts and erect nipples as his cock went faster and deeper. Just then Christy walked in with Tim carrying completely nude Erica. They left the door wide open. Christy lit a cigarette and sat down on a chair to watch all the action. Erica had Tim's cock in her when Andrew took his out from Marianne's vagina and spread his cum all over his wife's stomach and boobs. "Make her clean it," said Christy pointing at Marianne. Andrew grabbed her hair and pushed her face toward Erica's body. Without even raising her eyebrows, Marianne began licking each and every drop of his cum. When she was finished, Andrew shoved his dick into her mouth and she cleaned it, too. For a second she thought it was over but before she could even turn Tim had put his hand behind her neck and had buried her face in the pillow. He began taking off his clothes, and Erica got up to get the cream but Christy stopped her. "Do her dry." Tim slapped saliva on his cock and parting her cheeks with his hands he shoved his dick in her asshole in one strong thrust. Marianne let out a scream as his cock tore through her but the others heard only a muffled voice because the pillow absorbed her pain. When Andrew was fucking her he had started off slowly. Tim, on the other hand, began banging hard and fast. Holding her by her hips, he rammed it so deep that her legs started shaking and she began fearing rapture of her ass. In the middle of all this she heard Jason, Lesley and Sara talking. She understood that all of them were there watching her getting her hole fucked nice and well. Tim was about to come so he turned her around and opening her mouth forced her to swallow his cum right in front of everybody. After licking him completely clean, Marianne closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, her huge breasts were heaving and both her holes were aching. But they didn't even allow her to get a break as she saw Jason climbing on top of her. She automatically spread her legs and got ready for another pummeling. Jason lifted her ass up in the air and tightly cupping her breasts rammed his cock inside her. Unlike Andrew and Tim, he liked talking. "Enjoying it?" Jason asked. When she didn't answer, he lightly slapped her cheek and said: "Are you?" "Yes," she mumbled. "You like getting fucked, don't you, bitch?" She didn't want to reply but he was pinching her nipples hard, so nodded her head and said: "Yes." "Oh, you're a good whore, a really good one. Will make you taste my cum, too. You will drink it. Oh yes." He continued talking dirty to her, whore and bitch being his favorite words, as his hands kept squeezing, cupping and pinching her voluptuous breasts and as his cock kept screwing her pussy. Just like Tim, he too came inside her mouth and on her face and then made her lick his dick dry. While she was licking him clean, she heard Christy say: "OK, girls your turn now." Lesley, Sara and Erica stopped playing with each other and Erica took a pink dildo from Christy that she had taken out from a drawer. She strapped it around her hairy pussy and shoved it inside Marianne's vagina. Sara, meanwhile, sat down on Marianne's face and made her eat her shaved pussy. Once Erica was through with her, she exchanged places with Sara and forced Marianne's to eat her. Then Lesley fucked her with the dildo. Finally, it was Christy's turn. But unlike the other two women, she chose a different route. Strapping a large red dildo, she told Marianne to go on her fours and then pushed the dildo as hard and as deep she could in her ass. This time there was no pillow to muffle her voice. Marianne begged Christy for mercy, threw her arms around and held the bed so tightly that her knuckles became red. But Christy was in no mood for mercy. She and her dildo turned out to be more painful than even Tim's cock. In the middle of pummeling her ass, Christy said to Erica: "Get the bowl." Erica placed a large bowl on the floor and Marianne watched as first Jason, then Andrew and then Tim masturbated into it. Erica lifted it and put it in the center of the living room. "Let's go," said Christy taking out the dildo from Marianne ass, which had turned red. Grabbing her by her hair she led the way as Marianne crawled behind her on her fours. "Clean it," she ordered placing her leg on Marianne's neck and pressing her face toward the bowl. "Next week will be your turn," she told Sara, who nodded her head. Marianne hunched down and began licking the cum-filled bowl. She licked the cum off the edges, from the center and from every corner. After making sure that Marianne had cleaned it nicely and had swallowed all of it, Christy released her grip on Marianne's neck and told her to put on clothes as it was time to go home. Two days later, Marianne received a call from Christy asking her to come to her apartment. "Tim's waiting for you in the bedroom, go service him," she said when Marianne arrived. "OK, laoshi," she replied putting her handbag on the floor and walking toward the room. She was sucking Tim's cock when Christy entered the room and asked Tim, who was lying naked on his back, whether he would like a cigarette. "How's our girl?" Christy said giving the cigarette to him. "She's a nice piece of ass." "Yes, she's," agreed Christy as she rubbed her hand over Marianne's bare bum and left the room. For the next ten minutes, Tim played with her body, sucking and squeezing her breasts, kissing her all over and even finger fucked her, before screwing her and making her swallow his cum. After that, she was called to Christy place every evening for the next five days. All the three men and the women took turns in using and abusing her body in every way. They made her lick their bum, swallow their cum, and even filmed her getting fucked by Jason while his wife Lesley shoved a dildo up her ass. On the fifth day, it was Sunday evening and she had already been fucked thrice since morning by them and had done all the household chores of Christy, such as cleaning, washing, cooking and buying groceries, when Christy came to her. "You won't go to work from tomorrow. We want you to be available to us whenever we want. Don't worry about money. We'll take care of you," she said handing her an envelope. "From now on you won't have to worry about anything. Here's some for Keith, take him for shopping," she added giving her another envelope. From then on Marianne was on their beck and call day and night and they did utilize her services although they were generous with money and gifts. One night Keith was watching a movie on his laptop when the phone rang and Christy asked him to come upstairs. When he went to her place, he saw his mom spread out on the bed in her nightgown. "We drank a bit," said Christy, who was in shorts and wasn't wearing a bra under the top because he could clearly see her nipples poking out. When she saw him looking at her pointers she tried to adjust her top but it was in vain as her top was simply too tight. From One Teacher to Another "Could you please focus on her?" She asked in mock exasperation. "She has to go to work tomorrow, so take her downstairs." "Yes, sure," he said moving his eyes away from her breasts. Holding his mom by her arms he tried to make her stand on her feet but she was too unsteady. "Put your hand around her back," Christy instructed. So he wrapped his arm around her but her head kept falling back. "God, grip her nicely," exclaimed Christy, clearly frustrated at his clumsiness. "Like this," she added, pulling his hand and placing it on her left breast. "Now hold her tightly." So he tightened his grip on her huge breast, completely squeezing it in the process. "Yes, like that," she said as she watched him cupping his own mom tit. "Take these," said Christy holding an orange bra and panties in her hands. But since his one hand was on his mother's tit and the other on her stomach, she had no option then to slightly part the top part of Marianne's nightgown and stuff the bra and panties down there, revealing in the process her massive cleavage to her son. "Be careful," she told him as she readjusted the gown. Keith started dragging his mom but as he was doing it he noticed from the corner of his eyes a blue dildo lying on a chair. Pretending as if he hadn't seen it, he helped her down the lift to their apartment and gently laid her down on her bed and taking his hand off her breast drew the quilt over her. She was at Christy's house when Christy told that her that she goes camping in the woods every year and this year she wants her and Keith to come along. "But I've never gone camping," Marianne said. "I usually go with Jason and others but this time you'll come with me. Don't worry, it's a peaceful and beautiful place. I have all the gear, you just pack your's and Keith's clothes." She was getting ready at Christy's house on the day of departure when Christy said: "Wear this." "Yes, laoshi," repliedd Marianne taking the shopping bag from Christy's hand. Standing in front of her teacher, she took off her overalls, then her top, jeans and finally her undergarments. After putting on the black bra and panties that Christy had bought for her, she got into the blue jeans and was trying to wear the white shirt when she found buttoning it up difficult. Marianne lifted her face and looked at Christy. "Don't stare at me. Button it up if you don't want Keith to gawk at you." Taking a deep breath, Marianne somehow succeeded with the buttons, but she knew that her voluptuous boobs were stretching the tight shirt so much that the buttons were struggling to maintain her modesty. But that wasn't all. The shirt was made of such a thin material that her whole cleavage and black bra was as clearly visible as her hand. In an effort to make her chest less prominent, Marianne tried to loosen the shirt by pulling it away from her bra by her fingers, but the shirt was so tight that it stayed stuck on her breasts. "Laoshi, Keith's coming with us." "Yes, so?" "Should I wear this in front of him?" "Are you questioning me?" said Christy getting up from the bed and going near Marianne. "No," she replied with her head bowed. "Good. Now pick up the bags and move." Marianne heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Keith was already sitting on the back seat of the SUV, and quickly got on the front seat next to Christy. On the road, Keith did put his hands couple of times on the front seat and leaned forward to talk to Christy, who - Marianne suspected - was constantly engaging him in small talk either to grant him a good look at her thighs, which were completely naked thanks to her short skirt, or wanted him to see how the well-shaped breasts of his mom were filling up the tight shirt. After driving for nearly two hours, they stopped at a gas station, and Marianne waited for them to get into the convenience store before getting down and heading to the washroom. From there Marianne drove and somehow tried to keep her assets hidden from her son. But it all proved to be fruitless when she reached the site deep in the woods. Since their plan was to camp there for a week, they were carrying lots of stuff and that meant Marianne had to leave her chest alone and focus on carrying the camping gear. In an effort to keep herself away from her son's gaze, she first tried to walk ahead of him, but the two bags she was lugging forced her to slow down. Then she began walking behind him, but he continuously kept looking back to talk to her and to warn her of branches so she simply gave up and concentrated on getting to the camp site. On reaching a small patch of clean ground near a river stream, they stopped and Christy decided to pitch the tents on that patch. All three began opening the bags to get the stuff out of them, but when they opened the second tent they found that it had such a big hole right through it that it was impossible to use it. "How did that happen? When I bought it yesterday, it was fine," said Christy. Both Marianne and Keith shrugged their shoulders and looked at each other. "This is a problem. Now we have only one tent," added Christy. "We can go and buy another one," suggested Keith. "How? It's a four-hour drive. Plus, today is Saturday and the shop is closed on weekends. Well, we'll have to do with one tent." "But all of us can't sleep in one tent," protested Marianne raising her voice both in panic and desperation at the thought of sleeping with both Christy and her son in one single tent. "We will. OK?" said Christy as she stood in front of Marianne with her arms on her hips. Marianne didn't say anything and just stood there. "Start unpacking," Christy ordered both Marianne and Keith. Although Marianne's mind was occupied with the thought of sharing the tent with her own son, she was aware that he was looking at her shirt, which after the long walk and dragging the bags had become so wet due to sweat that her cleavage and black bra were completely visible. After unpacking everything and setting up the tent, Christy told Keith to prepare sandwiches and asked Marianne to come with her for a bath in the stream. "Come here," said Christy. When Marianne went near her, Christy wrapped one leg around her ass and taking Marianne's hand shoved two fingers inside her pussy. Throwing her arms around Marianne's back and holding her tight, said: "I've never done it in water. Fuck me hard." Marianne looked up at the woods to check whether Keith was there or not, but Christy turned her head toward her and locked her lips in a kiss as her tongue began exploring Marianne's mouth. "Oh! I love your tits," cooed Christy as her hands squeezed Marianne's voluptuous breasts and her lips sucked her pink nipples. Marianne arched her back as Christy's mouth and hands played with her breasts while her own fingers fucked Christy's pussy deep in the waters. "Don't forget, you're my girl. You'll do as I say," said Christy clinching her jaw as she filled Marianne's fingers with her juices. Then without another word, she came out of the water. Once on the grass, Marianne picked up the towel and rubbed Christy's hair, back, her ass, her legs and then her neck, tits, stomach and her thighs. After that, Marianne helped her put on shorts, no panties though, and bra with spaghetti top over it. With her mistress dressed, Marianne wore the clothes that Christy had brought for her: bra and T-shirt, panties and shorts. When they reached the camp site, Keith was already eating a sandwich. "Sorry, was hungry." "Don't worry about it. You want to take bath?" said Christy. "Later." "Spread these mats on the ground." Keith got up to do it, but Christy stopped him and said: "Your mom will do it; she knows how to spread things." Taking the sandwiches from the plastic table, Christy lay down on the mat and ordered Marianne to bring the beer. After finishing the sandwich, Christy told Marianne to get the sunscreen cream. When Marianne returned with the cream, Christy had already taken off her top and was lying on her stomach with her blue bra unbuckled, although as the buckles were still on her back her sideboobs weren't exposed, a relief for Marianne as she didn't want Keith to see them. "Is this how I taught you to do it?" asked Christy when she felt Marianne palms working hurriedly on her back. "No, laoshi." "Then do it properly." Marianne took another scoop of the cream and started applying it gently on Christy's neck, her back and then her thighs and legs. "Why don't you go and take shower?" Marianne said to Keith as she was feeling nervous with him watching her hunched on her knees and touching another woman's semi-nude body. "He'll go when he wants," interjected Christy turning herself on her back. Marianne slowly worked her fingers from Christy's thighs to her stomach and then her neck and shoulders, lifting her hands above Christy's breasts to avoid touching her bra. She repeated the process. "Don't you like sun?" Christy asked Keith. "Yea, I do." "Then why don't you take off your T-shirt? Ever gone camping before?" "No." "Take off your T-shirt, she'll apply cream." "I can do it myself," replied Keith as he took off his tee and revealed his broad chest and abs. "You've a good body," commented Christy as her eyes wandered over his muscular physique. "Apply some here, and then go to him," said Christy pointing at her cleavage with her eyes. Marianne had avoided touching her bra precisely because she didn't want to touch Christy's breasts in front of her own son, but now there was no escape. Placing her bum on Christy's groin, she touched Christy's boobs with the tip of her fingers and began applying the cream on her cleavage and in between the valley. "Put some pressure," hissed Christy. Marianne took a deep breath and worked her fingers all over her bare skin avoiding the part hidden under the bra. "Enough. Now go to him." "He can do it himself," suggested Marianne. "But I want you to do it," ordered Christy staring at her with her brown eyes. Her tone was such that even Keith didn't protest and obediently lay down on his stomach. Marianne hunched down on her knees near his hips and began applying the cream on his legs, then his thighs and then on his back and near the strap of his shorts. Although her mind wasn't enjoying the experience, her fingers could sense how strong his legs were, how muscular his thighs were and how broad his hips were. "Turn around," said Christy, and he immediately did. Marianne fingers began working on his legs, knees and thighs, and avoided touching the front of his shorts although she was aware that the visible bulge meant that he was aroused. Ignoring the naked truth, she applied the cream on his stomach, his chest and even his pink nipples. "Leave him. Go get cigarettes from my bag." "She tells me you're a good student," she said to Keith. "I guess so." "You plan to go to college?" She asked as Marianne lighted her cigarette. "Yes." "What do want to study?" "Fashion designing." "Why? Just to get girls?" "No," he replied as his cheeks turned red. "What do you think of her fashion sense?" "She has simple taste," he said looking at his mom sitting next to Christy in a loose T-shirt and shorts. "And me?" "You're elegant. Mom loves your clothes. She says you look lovely in anything." "Does she? Hmm. I had selected the shirt she was wearing in the morning. Wasn't that a great shirt?" "Yea, think so." "She didn't like it. She thought it was too tight and revealing. You want to be designer, so you tell me, was it a bad choice?" "You've changed her. Now she wants to dress like you." "You do, do you?" "Yes, laoshi," replied Marianne. "Do you know why she calls me laoshi?" "Yes, because you like teaching." "That's true. I'm teaching her to be a good girl. Do you know what that means?" When Christy said that, Marianne missed a heartbeat thinking that she might spill the beans. "No," replied Keith looking at his mother, who was sitting with her head bowed. "It means behaving well, obeying orders and following discipline. Are you a good boy?" "Yea." "We'll see." "Mom was telling me you come here a lot." "Yes, I come with my friends. She knows them well, too. Don't you know them well?" Christy asked Marianne putting her leg on her thigh. Marianne simply nodded. "Now go take a bath and take care of it, too," said Christy pointing at his crotch with her eyes. "After that, help her cook food." Turning his head sheepishly, Keith got up and hurried toward the river stream. "Why haven't you taken off your T-shirt?" "I'm fine, laoshi." "He's a good kid and handsome too. Much better than the men we have. You'll have to know him better." As soon as Christy said that, Marianne blurted: "No, laoshi, please no. Not him, please." "Why not? He is young, smart and by the looks of his shorts he seemed happy to see us. We can bring him into our fold." "Please, laoshi, not him. I'll do whatever you want but not my son." "Don't be a fool. Everybody in the group loves you. Do you want them to throw you out? I've done so much for you. Do you want lose me? You and I'll be gentle with him. You know how our friends will treat such a fresh meat, but we'll first test the water. We won't do anything in a hurry. Don't worry. Now go prepare food before it gets dark." While Marianne and Keith were making dinner, Christy was lying on mat watching the stars in the clear blue sky. "Keith, why do they design dresses that nobody can wear?" "To get on TV." "You know, I see all these models wearing all these transparent clothes without bra or anything, and I always think who'll wear these tops. Certainly not somebody who's big at top like your mom." "Guess so," replied Keith with his gaze firmly at the griller. "Have you created anything for Mom?" "I once bought a jacket but she forced me to return it." "Why?" "She said it was too expensive. Then I made an evening gown for her by myself but she didn't take that either." "Why not?" "Ask her." "I'm asking you." "Don't know. She said she can't wear it." "Because?" "She said it was wild." "Well, when we go back show it to me." "I've it here." Just as he said it, Marianne turned toward him and stared at him, but it was too late. "You've brought it with you? Great. It's dark now but will see it in the morning." After dinner they wanted to sit under the sky but were tired so started getting up. "It's a two-people tent, so we'll have to adjust," said Christy. "Why don't you sleep in the vehicle?" Marianne whispered to Keith. But Christy heard her. "You want him to walk all the way at this hour and sleep there all alone?" she asked Marianne. "Do you want to sleep there alone or with us here?" Christy said to Keith. "Here, if Mom's fine with it." "Three isn't a crowd for her. She won't mind it. Now go inside, change and take the right side. I'll take the left one and your mom the middle." When Christy and Marianne came in, Keith was already in bed. "Don't turn your face," Christy warned him as she changed into a short nightgown without bra or panties. Once she was in bed, Marianne hurriedly got into an ankle-length nightgown and kept her bra and panties on. Since the tent wasn't made for three people, the arrangement was tight. Christy had her front pressed against Marianne's front, whose back was pressed against her son's back. "Are you going to sleep with your bra on?" Christy asked touching its strap under Marianne's nightgown. "Yes," replied Marianne in a hushed tone. "OK. We know your mom is a prude. Let's see what you're. Are you wearing underwear?" "Huh? Yes." "Go out of the tent, take it off, put your shorts back on and come back in. Get up." Keith turned around but his mom didn't even look at him, so he got out and took it off. "Hand it to me," said Christy extending her arm in the dark. "Shouldn't sleep in underwear. Don't turn your face, Keith. Now, you take off your bra." Marianne sat up and after unbuckling her bra under the nightgown gave it to Christy. "Fine, now let's go to sleep." At break of dawn, Christy chirped: "Good morning everyone. Had good sleep?" When she didn't hear any reply, she said: "Hello? I'm talking to you guys." "Morning," Keith mumbled. His back was still toward his mom. "Good morning, laoshi," whispered Marianne, whose big breasts were pressed against Christy's. "Slept nicely?" said Christy putting one arm under Marianne's head and the other on her hip. "Yes." "Mmm, me too," cooed Christy as she kissed Marianne's lips and cheek. "Where are you going?" Christy asked when she saw Keith getting up. "To brush teeth." "Aren't you going to give a kiss to your mom and me?" "Uh, OK," he said, as he bent down, his one hand was in his pocket, and kissed the cheeks of his mom and Christy. "Here's your armor. Now you don't have to walk around with one hand in your pocket," said Christy beaming a big smile as she handed him back his underwear. Keith's whole face turned red when he heard her, and Marianne closed her eyes tightly to somehow block the image of him hiding his hard-on by holding it in his hand in his pocket. Grabbing the underwear, Keith quickly got out of tent. "Here are yours," added Christy dangling Marianne's bra. When Marianne stretched her hand to get it, Christy said: "Not so fast. You'll have to earn it." Placing her hand near Marianne, Christy climbed on top of her and began kissing her red lips, pushing her tongue deep inside her mouth. Marianne embraced her tightly with both of her arms and filled her mouth with Christy's morning breath and saliva. Slowly moving her arm, she caressed Christy's bare bottoms and pushed her finger inside her pussy. "You're already wet," said Marianne putting the finger into her mouth and wiping it clean. "Blame him, not me," replied Christy as her mouth sucked Marianne's big breasts and pink nipples. "I can't wait to have you." "Later. Let me help you hide your big ones before he comes," suggested Christy picking up the bra and putting one strap over Marianne's shoulder and the other one and then pushed her voluptuous breasts into the cups. Placing both hands on the cups, she squeezed them tightly and lightly pinched her nipples. "Aren't you going to wear yours?" "Nah, I like my babies to be free," said Christy as she got out of the tent wearing just the short nightgown, leaving her thighs fully exposed. After brushing their teeth, and doing their daily routine on the portable toilet, they sat down on the mats for breakfast, which had been prepared on a propane stove. While they were busy with breakfast, Marianne noticed that Keith's eyes were wandering a lot on Christy's body. She saw him looking at her behind and bare thighs several times. The fact that the length of the nightgown was leaving little to imagination, especially the way it was hugging her swaying bum and exposing her legs, made it more difficult for Keith to keep his eyes away from her tall and slim figure. Marianne was washing the dishes in the portable sink when Christy asked Keith to show her the dress he had made for his mom. He went with her inside the tent and gave her the well-wrapped dress. "Did you really make it yourself?" Christy asked holding the purple evening gown. "I bought the dress, but made some changes." "When did you do it?" "Completed it two days ago. She didn't wear it so brought it here thinking that she might put it on here." "She didn't even try it on?" "No." "Why this design? Just want to understand your thinking."