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The Teachers

By: SpankerSam



The air in the small library was becoming close. Kevin, and his wife Sharon, both teachers in the small private school sat grading papers. They could have done it just as easily had they went home. But Sharon always enjoyed looking out the window at the view of the river as she worked. Kevin looked across the table at his lovely wife. She was a petite woman when compared to his hulking football frame. They had been very lucky to both have landed jobs within the same school. 

It was well pass 5pm and they had been at it for about an hour. But working late at the school was one of the things that had endeared them with the administration. They were seen as two very highly educated, devoted teachers. That they were the only ones left in the building was not new. They often worked late then locked the front door on their way out. The night janitor would be in by nine to clean up. The fading sunlight, as it shown on his wife, made Kevin smile. He loved looking at her. Even in the practical school clothes she was forced to wear, he could see all the sexiness trying to burst out. 

Sharon was petite, when compared to her husband, but against anyone else, she held her own. Standing 5'6" and weighing 140, she was by no means a tiny woman. Kevin stood 6' and weighed 185. And her tough, no nonsense attitude with her students was legendary. Sharon looked up from her papers and saw the smile on her husband's face. "I bet I know what you're thinking?" Kevin smiled at her. "I think about that whenever I look at you. In fact, I'm thinking about taking you right here on this desk." Sharon laughed. It wouldn't be the first time her husband had fucked her in the school library. 

Sharon had to admit, she loved being fucked by her loving husband. He had a dick the size of a small horse. And it always left her feeling stuffed. "Well, as soon as we finish, I just might let you do that." the sound of breaking glass caused both of them to turn towards the door. There had been a few cases of vandalism in the pass and they thought it was just some of the local kids throwing rocks.

Then they heard the sounds of whispers. Sharon grew scared but Kevin only held his hand up for her to be quiet. He tiptoed to the door and peeked out. Coming down the hall were four teenagers. They wore the usual street clothes as Kevin called them, the baggie pants and baggie shirts. Thinking that his size could frighten them, he stepped out into the hall. The four teens froze upon seeing him. "I think you had better leave, before I call the cops." 

The four boys looked at each other, then turned to look at him. Suddenly Kevin found himself staring at the barrel of a shiny pistol. "I think not old man. Give us your money and we might let you live." Sharon felt the cold fingers of fear reach down her spine. Kevin had always been able to intimidate others by size alone. But, from the way this kid sounded, he wasn't afraid of her "big guy". 

Sharon could have gotten up and hid between the stacks of books. She could have used her cell phone to call 911. She could have done a lot of things but all she did do was sit there, frozen with fear. When she saw Kevin backing into the room with his hands in the air, she gasped out loud. The four boys walked in after him. The first thing she saw was the gun. To her it looked like a toy pistol. But Kevin had grown up around guns. If he had his hands in the air, it was real. The boys looked at her. They didn't look anything like the well-kept students of her classrooms. These were street thugs who went to one of the neighborhood public schools. Sharon had heard horror stories about the way that they acted. They cursed, smoked and showed no respect for anything or anyone. The boys stared back at her as she looked at them. Then the one with the gun motioned for her to stand up.

Sharon always wore a white blouse and colored skirt to class. Along with her stockings and small heels, she had most of her male students fantasizing about her and she knew it. But these black boys were not her respectful students. "Well lookie here, lookie here! Hey Jeremy! We got a stone cold fox sitting here." The guy with the gun turned and smacked the talker up side the head. 

"No names you jackass!" Then he pointed the gun at Sharon. "Who the fuck is you?"

Sharon had never had a real gun pointed at her before and she felt her knees grow weak. "I'm a teacher here same as he is." Jeremy seemed to be the leader. At least he was the one with the gun and doing all the talking. "OK sweetie, give me your purse. And you," he pointed at Kevin, "give me your wallet." He kept the gun on Kevin as the big man reached in his back pocket. With shaking hands, Sharon handed over her purse. "Now empty your fuckin pockets." Kevin took everything from his pockets and placed it on the table.

The talker went through the wallet and took the money out. He looked at the credit cards and driver's license. Then he did the same with the purse. "Hey man, these two have the same last name." Jeremy looked from one to the other. "This your bitch?" Kevin bristled. He started to step to Jeremy but the gun leveled at his head and he stopped. "Yes! That's my wife!" Jeremy laughed at him. "Wife! Bitch! It's all the same thing. She look real good. You fuck her a lot?" "That's none of your fuckin business!" One of the other boys laughed. "Man if I had a bitch look this good, I'd be fuckin her every minute." Jeremy looked Sharon up and down. Then he started smiling. Sharon had seen other men look at her this way. But they always kept a safe respectable distance when they did it. She could almost hear what he was thinking.

"Look! Take our money. You can take our jewelry too. Just leave us alone. I promise we won't tell the cops." Jeremy laughed hard this time. "Lady! I ain't worried about no fuckin cops. Now, my man here asked if your husband fucks you a lot. He never got no answer." Sharon looked from Jeremy to her husband. The look on her face told him she wanted him to do something, anything. The click of the gun was loud in the quiet room. "Answer me bitch or he gets it!" Jeremy shouted so loud, Sharon jumped. "YES! YES! PLEASE DON'T HURT US!" Jeremy pointed the gun at Kevin. "Sit the fuck down! If you move, I'll kill this bitch!" Kevin backed up until his legs hit the seat of the chair. He sat down in it. When Kevin was seated, Jeremy went over to Sharon. "You a good looking bitch! I think we'll make a deal. You let us fuck you, we let you two live. If big man over here tried to be a hero, I'll shoot you first." Jeremy looked over at Kevin. 

Kevin couldn't believe what was happening. Four juveniles were robbing him and his wife. Granted, one of them held a gun. But he was sure he could handle the four of them easily. He was gauging the distance; ready to launch himself at Jeremy when Sharon answered. "We'll do anything! Just don't hurt us." Kevin almost jumped from the chair. "Fuck these bastards! She's not giving you shit! " Jeremy pressed the gun into Sharon's head. She threw her hands to her face and screamed. Kevin stopped in place. The look on Jeremy's face told him the young kid would do it. "You jump like that again and it will be a double funeral. I don't fuckin care." Kevin slumped back down in the chair. He couldn't take the chance of them hurting his wife. "Just take our money and go! We promise we won't call the cops. Just don't hurt my wife."

Jeremy looked at him. The smile on his face told Kevin that he would get no mercy from him. "I'm not gonna hurt her, I'm just gonna fuck her. Is her pussy worth more than your life?" If he had the chance, Kevin would have killed this punk with his bare hands. He would have ripped his arms off and beat the other three to death with them. But he didn't have a chance. The gun pressed against his wife's head told him that. Sharon was crying. She just knew this kid was going to shoot her. Her legs felt weak and she had to grab the table to hold herself up. Sharon knew there was nothing her husband could do. She also knew that this kid would just as soon shoot him as look at him. It was up to her. She had to let Kevin know it was all right. She straightened up and turned to look at Jeremy. "I'll let you fuck me. But you have to promise you won't hurt my husband." One of the other guys chimed in. "I want to fuck her to, man!" "Me too!" "I'm gonna get some of this pussy too. In fact, I wanna fuck her first!" Jeremy looked at the talker. "Man! If any body gonna fuck this bitch first, it's me. After I finish, you guys can take turns." The talker turned to Jeremy. "I hate sloppy seconds. I don't want to stick my dick in her, after you done shot your cum in her." 

Jeremy looked from the talker to Sharon. Then he looked from one guy to the other. The looks on their faces mirrored the same feelings. "Tell you what? After each guy fucks her, lover boy here will clean her pussy with his mouth." He looked at Kevin. "You'll do that for your wife, won't you?" Kevin felt like he wanted to tear into this guy, gun or no gun. It showed on his face and the way he gripped the arms of the chair. "Show this guy how we give a ghetto smile." One of the other kids whipped out a straight razor. He pressed it against Sharon's face. "We start at one ear and go to the other." Kevin wanted to scream. He just knew this was some horrible nightmare and he would wake up. But it wasn't a dream. These guys were actually going to rape his wife. And they were going to make him lick her cunt after they fucked her. Sharon let out a cry when the razor pressed into the side of her face. Jeremy never took his eyes off Kevin.

"Ok! You win! I'll do whatever you say. Just don't hurt my wife." Kevin slumped back down in the chair. Despair and submission showing on his face. Jeremy laughed as he pulled Sharon up on her feet. He handed the gun to the one holding the razor. "If that fool jumps up, shoot this bitch. Just make sure you don't shoot me." Jeremy didn't try to make Sharon undress. Instead, he reached down and began to pull her skirt up around her hips. All the boys looked on as the skirt rose higher and higher. Sharon loved to dress sexy for her husband so she wore garters and real stockings instead of pantyhose. Jeremy looked at Kevin and smiled as he let his hands roam over her soft ass. Sharon felt herself shiver. Not from lust, but from revulsion. She could see how dirty and unkempt the four boys were. And she would have to submit to each of them.

She tried to block her mind from what was happening. She tried to tell herself to refuse to respond to his touches. But Sharon had always been a highly sexed woman. The touch of a man could make her pussy drip juice. At least Kevin's touch could. She felt Jeremy's rough hands rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. Then he pushed her legs apart and rubbed her crotch. Sharon squeezed her eyes shut. Her body jerked and the sound of ripping fabric shattered the room. Jeremy had ripped her panties off. Then he laughed as he bent her over the table. He stared at Kevin as he reached down and unzipped his pants. The sound of his zipper screamed in Sharon's ear. "Hey man! You ever fuck this bitch like this?" Sharon could feel the tip of Jeremy's dick as he pushed it between her legs. She gasped in shock. Even though Jeremy was much smaller than her husband, the dick she felt between her thighs was almost as big as he was. 

Feeling the tip of his dick rub up and down her slit, made Sharon wet against her will. Her pussy had always been super sensitive. She lay with her face pressed against the cold tabletop. She felt her head being pulled up by her hair. Then her face was turned the other way. Sharon was now staring directly into her husband's face. "I'm sorry honey!" Kevin wanted to crawl into a hole. He couldn't stop the tears of shame that ran down his face. Sharon looked at her husband. "I love you Kevin. We'll get thru this." Sharon grunted as Jeremy shoved hard. He was only about an inch shorter than Kevin. And his dick seemed about the same thickness. He pulled back until only the tip of his bloated dick lay between her pussy lips. "Tell me you want it! Tell me to fuck you!" 

Sharon couldn't bring herself to say those words. She didn't want it, especially from the likes of him or his friends. Jeremy pulled his dick from her pussy. Kevin could see just how wet his wife had become. How many times during their marriage did he stop fucking her pussy and suck it dry. And how much did he tell her he enjoyed it. But watching this black kid, with his dick dripping with juice from his wife's pussy almost turned his stomach. Even as he watched, a glob of her thick juice dropped to the floor. Jeremy turned and looked directly at Kevin. "Damn man! This bitch sure gets wet. It looks like she done peed on herself." Sharon, tears now rolling down her face, closes her eyes. She can't stand the look of helplessness on her husband's face. With a yank, Jeremy rips her slip from her body. He rips it into strips.

Handing the strips to "big mouth", he tells him to tie Kevin's hands and feet to the chair. When Kevin begins to struggle, the razor is placed against Sharon's throat. When he is securely tied, Jeremy hands the razor to one of the other kids. "I'm gonna ask this slut one more time. Every time she doesn't answer, I want you to cut his face." Sharon is forced to stand and her clothes are ripped from her. She now stands naked for all to see her. The young boys stare eagerly at her naked form. "Look man, her nipples are hard little rocks." Sharon, her face scarlet with shame didn't look. She could feel the excitement between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed even harder than it did when Kevin would hammer it. Jeremy stepped close to her. "Do you want it? What do you want us to do to you?" 

Sharon looked at Kevin and her resolve dissolved. The razor being waved before Kevin's face had made her mind up for her. Turning to Jeremy, she straightened up to her full 5' 6". Then jutting her 38-inch chest out, she stared directly into his face. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you shoving that hard dick in and out of my pussy until I scream for more. I want all of you to take turns fuckin me. From the smallest dick to the biggest, I want my pussy to drip all the cum I got." Jeremy smiled, even as he pushed her back onto the table. This time he laid her on her back and pulled her to the edge. Sharon moaned as he fucked his dick in and out of her pussy. To make him cum even faster, she shouted encouragement to him. "Shove it in harder! Make my poor pussy throb with your big dick. Oh shit! That cock feels so big!" that was it. With a grunt and a groan, Jeremy shot his load into her pussy.

Pulling back, his dripping dick slipped from her pussy. Sharon lay on her back staring at it. It was completely coated with the mixture of their fuckin. Her mind raced. Jeremy had said that he would make Kevin lick her pussy clean after each fuck. She couldn't let that happen. "I need another dick. Please somebody, fuck my pussy now!" Big mouth was about to run and give her what she begged for. But before he could get his dick free, Jeremy stopped him. "I said you wouldn't have to take sloppy seconds. Let her husband clean her pussy first." He turned to Kevin. "Now big fella, I'm gonna let you become a hero. If you go along, your pretty wife will remain pretty. If you give us any trouble, she'll be so scared; you won't want to look at her. Now, are you gonna behave?" Kevin understood that he had no choice. He loved Sharon so much, he would promise anything to keep her safe.

"OK you bastards! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt my wife." Jeremy walked over to Kevin. He didn't bother to tuck his cum covered dick back into his pants. He had plans to fuck that sweet cunt again. "Whatever we want? Well, I want you to suck my dick. Suck it and make me feel like you mean it." Jeremy would have surged out of the chair at his throat had he not been tied. But the safety of his wife was all he could think about. "Please don't make him do that? I'll suck it for you. Let me suck it while somebody else fucks my pussy?" Jeremy didn't say a word. Instead, he looked down at Kevin. Kevin opened his mouth and allowed Jeremy to direct his dick into the wet hole. Sticking his tongue out, he began to lick the head. Thinking only about the taste of his wife, Kevin sucked the swelling shaft deeper. To his surprise, Jeremy began to groan.

Slowly fucking his dick in and out of Kevin's mouth the same way he had fucked Sharon, Jeremy closed his eyes and relished the feeling. He had enjoyed having his dick sucked many times in his life, but no body had sucked it with the feelings that Kevin was giving him now. The other boys were mesmerized with the sight. Sharon was almost able to get off the table. But "big mouth" grabbed her and slammed her back on the table. Jeremy was holding onto the back of Kevin's head now. The look of pleasure on his face was something to see. Even Sharon couldn't take her eyes off them. Jeremy reached down and as he shot a load of cum into Kevin's mouth, slipped the knots on his wrists. "Now go clean her pussy so my man can have his turn." 

Kevin untied his ankles and walked over t his wife. Their eyes met. Then slowly he bent down and she shivered as she felt his tongue licking the length of her slit. He made her cum before he finished. Big mouth took his turn with Sharon next. His dick was about the same size as Jeremy's was. However he didn't last as long as Jeremy had. But he did fuck her with a lot more force. Sharon grunted and gasped with each drive of his dick. And no sooner had he pulled free, did he grab Kevin by the head. This time Kevin was even more animated in his cocksucking. He worked his mouth back and forth, twisting his head as he sucked. Big Mouth groaned. "Damn! You keep suckin my bone like that, I'll bend you over the desk and fuck you too!" involuntarily, Kevin groaned. The whole scene, of what was taking place, of his wife being raped and him being forced to suck the dicks of the rapist, was turning him on like never before.

As soon as the dick pulled from his mouth, Kevin eagerly sucked the mixture of cum and pussy juice from his wife's cunt. The next guy took his time. His dick was just a bit bigger than the other two dicks she had just fucked. Sharon, after having watched her husband enjoy sucking big mouth's dick, was too hot to resist the throbbing pleasure she felt in her pussy. "Oh yea! Fuck that dick deep into this pussy. Make me feel every inch." Sharon was clawing and pulling on the young man to try and pull his dick even deeper into her cunt. With a wicked smile, the young boy held her by the hips and fucked into her pussy. It felt like he was fucking her forever. And Sharon, to her shame, loved every inch and every minute of it. After she had cum at least twice on his pulsing dick, he pulled free. But he had not deposited his cum in her pussy for him to clean. 

Not waiting, Kevin dived between her thighs. This time he had a pool of thick crème to lick, suck and swallow. And Sharon didn't miss the huge hardon that poked in his pants. The look of pure lust on Kevin's face was unmistakable. He licked his lips at the thought of sucking on a dick that had given his wife so much obvious pleasure. This time when the kid approached him, he cupped the dick lovingly. He licked along the shaft and teased the tip with his tongue. The young boy closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure. Then drawing back, he tilted Kevin's head up to look at him. "Tell me you like it! Say you love sucking on a dick!" Kevin looked up into the hard face that stared down at him. Kevin licked his lips. "Yes! Yes, I like it. Tasting my wife's cunt on this dick makes my own dick throb. Seeing you drive it deep into her pussy, seeing how much she loved it, makes me so fuckin hot. I want to suck it. I want to feel it throb inside my mouth. Let me suck it."


The Teacher's Assistant



The alarm clock screamed insistently from the bedside table, but this morning, Janie (known as Ms. Jones to her class of twenty seven-year-olds) sat up with a smile. Why? Because it was Friday. Oh, it wasn't the fact that it was almost the weekend that made her happy, or even that it was the last week of school before nearly three blissful months off. Unlike many of her fellow teachers, she didn't see the weekend as a chance to escape those little brats they had to keep track of in order to collect their monthly paycheck - okay, none of them really thought that, but you'd be hard-pressed to tell on a Friday afternoon. No, Janie had always known that bringing up the next generation, and the one after that, would be her calling. It's true that she would have preferred teaching the older set, but as one of her college advisors had, rather lasciviously, reminded her, she had to face facts. She was simply too sexy to teach adolescent boys.

Oh, it sounded egotistical to say so, but she'd been told that by more than just that old pervert. She had great self-esteem, but it was hard for her to think of herself like that. Sure, she was somewhat slender with an hourglass figure and pert, grapefruit-sized breasts that could have paid the rent. She had mounds of thick, wavy brown hair, matching doe eyes, and slightly pouty, kissable lips. She had long legs, shapely calves, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Still, she just hadn't wanted to believe it, until she did her student teaching. One week in a sixth grade classroom had shown her that, frankly, some of the boys just weren't going to be able to keep their minds on their work, so it was to primary grades she went.

She loved her first-graders, but, it was nice to have some help, and on Friday, she had it. Friday was the day that Oscar Mendoza, a fresh-faced college kid, came to volunteer in her classroom. At first she had thought of him as just some kid, though of course she valued the extra hand with her class. But after a few months, it was apparent that something was changing. When she looked at him, her insides turned into a quivering pile of jelly. God, he was... he was hot!

No, more than that, he was absolutely gorgeous. From his thick wavy hair and big, brown eyes to his swimmer's physique and broad smile, he was perfect in every way. Janie couldn't help but wonder if he would be just as enthusiastic in bed as he was in her classroom. She felt like such a pervert for even thinking about it, because she was older than he was - but, at 32, not THAT much older, she would remind herself, rationalizing her desire.

She had been able to control herself for nine long months, but as the school year drew to a close, she knew that she had to try something, anything, to get Oscar to bed. She was hoping it wouldn't be too hard - he was a man in his twenties, after all. Still, she had come up with a plan. It started with The Sweater. Every woman should have a sweater like this one, she thought. Her friends called it the Man-Eating Sweater. It was a striking red color that went well with her coloring, thin and tight to mold perfectly to her breasts, yet covered enough skin to be wearable anywhere. It had drawn a second glance from Oscar the first time she wore it, and she hoped for a repeat.

She paired it with a tight pencil skirt and low heels. A lot of teachers would be dressing casually, especially for the last day of school, but she wanted to look special.

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That afternoon, Janie saw her excitable kids off, and chatted with Oscar about the year and the progress they'd made with the kids. She checked her phone and said, "Oh, gosh, the teacher I normally carpool with had a little emergency and has to go straight home!" Just a little white lie, she rationalized. "I guess I'll have to see if someone else would mind giving me a lift," she said, as if to herself.

"I have a car, Ms. Jones. I could give you a ride home," Oscar said eagerly.

"Oh, would you? That would be so sweet," Janie replied, smiling gratefully.

As soon as they were in the car, she fanned herself. "Goodness, it's getting so hot these days, isn't it?" She peeled off her sweater to reveal a thin white tank top through which her lacy blue bra was barely visible. It was low cut, and her generous cleavage was shown off to full advantage. Oscar studiously kept his eyes in front of him, but she saw him glancing over from time to time. Absently, he flicked on the air conditioning - it really was hot, about 100 degrees, and the sweat trickling down her chest was chilled by the air.

She felt her nipples pricking up in the freezing gusts of air, and thought the nervous drumming on the steering wheel told her that Oscar had noticed, too. The ride was blissfully short, and when they had pulled up in the driveway, Janie turned to Oscar and smiled.

"I would really like to thank you for taking the time to bring you here. Would you like to come in for something cold to drink?" When Oscar hesitated, she added, "I just thought, since it might be the last time we see each other, it would be nice to talk about how the kids did, and your career plans, that kind of thing."

"Okay, sure, that sounds good," he finally said.

He followed her up to the porch, and she bent over to retrieve the mail in front of her door, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretching slightly over her shapely ass. Putting it on a bit thick, she reprimanded herself, but why not? He was still coming in, wasn't he?

She got them both glasses of iced tea, and they sat on the couch together, their knees touching companionably. Oscar seemed a little nervous. Setting her drink down, she rested her hand lightly on his leg and leaned in a little.

"Oscar, I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me this year. You know, it was such a help to have you there. Kids can be such a handful!"

Oscar's eyes flicked down and back up. He licked his lower lip nervously and nodded, a little too fast.

"Well, I really enjoy it. It's such a good feeling to be able to help the kids so much."

Janie slid her hand toward his groin, and felt Oscar's muscles tighten under her fingers.

"It's just so helpful. So if there's ever anything I can do for you, at all, to thank you, let me know."

"I, ah, mmm, that's really nice of you," he said, with some difficulty. A light sheen of sweat shone on his forehead. "But really just the, ah, satisfaction of helping out is enough."

"Well, if you're sure. It's an awful lot of hard work for a volunteer." Janie rubbed her palm on his thigh, and felt her fingertips bump up against something firm in his pants. Oscar groaned softly.

"Do you think I could use your restroom?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh. Sure. Down the hall to your left," she said. She sat back on the couch, sipping her iced tea, and noticed that it had been a couple of minutes already. Tiptoeing up the hallway - she wouldn't want to embarrass him - she heard the huffing of his breathing, and a low moan that he couldn't quite stifle in time. Was he masturbating? Damn! A rush of moisture flooded her panties at the thought, but it also annoyed her a little. This could ruin her whole plan. She hurried back to the couch and tried to think for a moment.

When Oscar returned, he looked more relaxed already, and Janie was sure of what she had heard. Damn, damn, damn. She changed the subject to his college classes, his career plans, his family life. Then, she steered it back into dangerous territory.

"So, Oscar, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked innocently. He seemed much more relaxed now, drained his iced tea, and answered her without hesitation.

"Well, I did," he said, "but we broke up a couple of weeks ago." He seemed kind of broken up about it, and Janie frowned a little.

"How long had you been dating?"

"Four years," he said with a sigh.

Janie's conscience gave a little twinge, but she saw her opportunity. Setting her hand back on his thigh, she rubbed it gently back and forth, looking sympathetically at him. She really did feel bad - four years was an awfully long time, especially at a young age - but secretly she was also glad he wasn't attached.

"What happened?"

"Well, I don't know how to say it, exactly. Makes me sound like such a jerk."

"Oh come on, you're such a nice guy, I bet I won't see it that way."

After a moment, he said, "Well, the truth is... we broke up because she refused to have sex with me. I know what it sounds like," he went on hurriedly, "but we'd been dating a long time, and she told me she'd had sex with her previous boyfriend after only a few months of dating. She was always asking me to go down on her, but didn't like to return the favor, and we'd been arguing a lot anyway. So finally I told her, I just didn't see how I could keep dating her without at least trying it because, you know, I guess I loved her and everything. Well, she said nothing doing until she was married, and I'm way too young to think about marriage! So I told her it was over. Sounds pretty horrible, right?"

Janie's hand had migrated up nearly to his hip without his notice, and she slid it down toward his inner thigh, squeezing slightly in support.

"No, I understand where you're coming from. Heck, a handsome young guy like yourself should be up to your eyeballs in pussy at your age." Her fingertips bumped the bulge in his pants, and she felt a little twitch against them. A little flush came to Oscar's cheeks.

"Well, thanks for saying so, Ms. Jones, but not a lot of girls seem to be interested in me," he said, shifting his hips slightly.

"That's because you've been in a relationship, Oscar! I'm sure there are tons of girls who would drop their panties in an instant if you so much as said hello to them."

"I don't know about that," he said slowly, his breathing quickening a little.

"Oh, sure they would. And at your age, well, excuse me for saying it so bluntly, but you must just be constantly horny with all those girls prancing around in short skirts. I can just imagine how, um, how hard it must be," she said innocently, leaning in conspiratorially and pressing her breasts gently into his arm. Then she felt it, his cock lengthening and thinking in his pants, pressing firmly against her hand. She pretended not to feel anything, or notice that Oscar had begun to sweat a little, eyes dropping down to her breasts and then back up to her face quickly.

"I-I-I guess you could say that," he stammered.

"In fact, well, it seems like it's pretty hard right now," she said, looking him directly in the eyes. She was rewarded with a deep crimson blush.

"Oh God, I'm really sorry, Ms. Jones. I just... I think you are really sexy."

"Listen, I meant it when I said that I wanted to give you something to thank you for all your hard work this year," she said flirtatiously, undoing his pants. Oscar groaned as she pulled his cock out, hot and hard and a deep red color. It was bigger than she expected, filling her hand nicely. "Mmmm, she knew what you have here and still wouldn't let you fuck her? Silly girl."

Janie stroked his cock up and down a few times before engulfing it with her mouth. She couldn't quite take it all in before it was bumping the back of her throat. Pulling back, she ran her tongue around the head while she stroked him.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Oscar said.

She slid her mouth down over him again, bobbing her head up and down. She felt it pulsing rhythmically with his heartbeat. Her hand stroked and squeezed the part of his cock her mouth couldn't reach. Oscar was moaning loudly now and she felt him tensing up. His hands were balled up into fists at his sides.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum, Ms. Jones," he mumbled. She increased her speed, flicking her tongue over his cock head inside her mouth. Then with a shout, she felt his thick cum shooting into her mouth. "Ahhhh, fuck yes!" he yelled, hips jerking toward her.

Janie swallowed and sat up, wiping her mouth. His cock was still firm in her hand, and she squeezed it, eliciting another moan from Oscar, and a small pearl of cum oozing from the tip. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it off.

"Ooh, you're still hard," she said, pulling her shirt over her head and unzipping her skirt. "That'll make this next part even more fun." She shimmied out of her skirt, exposing her matching blue lace thong, already nearly transparent with her excitement.

"Yeah, I... wait, what?" Oscar asked, open-mouthed.

She straddled his lap and unsnapped her bra, tossing it carelessly aside. Her round breasts bounced out, pink nipples already hard. She pressed the soaked crotch of her panties up against his cock. She shivered a little as the pleasure arrowed through her.

"Gosh, I guess it would be more polite to ask you first, wouldn't it?" She leaned forward with a saucy grin. "You wanna fuck?"

"Ms. Jones, I really--" She cut him off with a deep kiss and after a second she felt him respond, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tangling with hers. His hands pulled her hips closer to him, rubbing his cock up against her lace-covered pussy, and they both moaned.

She pulled away from him to take a breath, and said, "Call me Janie." Oscar nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. She bit her lip, raking her eyes over his toned chest, then met his eyes again. He didn't seem nervous anymore. He was watching her body grind against his dick hotly, and when he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, his eyes rolled up.

"God, Ms. Jones - ah, Janie - I've wanted to do this all year long." He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over the rubbery tip. She threw her head back, feeling bolts of pleasure shooting straight to her pussy. Oscar switched to the other nipple, but after only a moment, Janie pushed his head back.

"I want you inside me," she said heatedly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he said, this time with no hesitation. Janie pulled aside the crotch of her panties and lowered herself onto him, going slowly to get used to his thick cock. As she took in the final few inches, she looked at Oscar. He was watching, his eyes so dark, so alive.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Oh my God, it's amazing," he said. Then, as she slid slowly up and back down, he tensed. "I don't know how long I'm going to last."

"That's natural," she said with a smile, "but leave it to me." Her hips worked up and down on him, massaging his dick with her tight pussy.

When he finally said, "I think I'm gonna cum," with an urgent tone, she pulled off his cock. His breath rushed out all at once, and he said, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting, of course." After a minute, she went back to fucking him, loving the feel of him pushing inside of her, one thick inch at a time. His hands were back on her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, switching to her ass, then back to her breasts. Each time he announced that he was getting close to orgasm, she would stop and make him rest for a minute. The stopping and starting was making her hot all over, driving her closer and closer to her own peak. When she saw his cock straining between her legs, purple and red, and thicker than ever, she knew it was time.

She leaned in to run her tongue up Oscar's chest, tasting the salt of the sweat dripping down over him. She was feeling the ripples of pleasure all through her body, but she needed more. She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs. Immediately, he slid two fingertips over her clit, and she cried out. She pumped her hips faster, and he rubbed his thumb more firmly over her clit.

"Janie, ahhh, shit, I'm definitely going to cum," he said, squeezing the words out with some difficulty.

"You're gonna make me cum, too, Oscar," she moaned. Suddenly her hips jerked and she saw stars as she exploded in orgasm. Her pussy was clamping down so tightly, and Oscar gripped her hip firmly to steady himself.

"Fuuuuuuck," he cried, "I'm cumming!" Janie felt him spurting his hot cum into her, and it felt like he would never stop. His cock twitched inside her as it softened, and she tensed up, feeling it pressing into sensitive spots.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Oscar said. "So, when do we get to do it again?"

"Just like a man, always thinking of next time," Janie said. "You'll have to give me a few days to recover. We have all summer..."



The Teacher's Daughter



As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are imaginary, existing only within the confines of the story and my imagination. It is intended for the enjoyment of my audience and should not be copied or distributed, in whole or in part, without the author's permission. A special thank you to my proofreader for his patient work.

Back to my Alma Mater

It was both familiar and different driving down the road to my old high school to see Mrs. Matheson again. She had been my favorite teacher in High School, both as an English teacher and as the director of the school plays for the last two years of school. After graduating eight years ago, I had joined the Navy. I did stay in touch with her through letters and tried to visit every time I came home for leave. 

As the deployment schedule with the Navy's Special Boat unit ramped up in support of various special operations missions around the world, I had only managed one visit in the last three years. As a high speed craft driver (coxswain in Navy-talk) and instructor, I had been very busy both for deployed operations and back at home port in training new operators. My outstanding performance had gotten me promoted to E-6 much sooner than my peers but the constant stress had made me decide to leave the military. 

Since my parents had moved away from here, I had no relatives in my hometown anymore, so I found a cheap apartment and arranged for the rest of my personal effects to be shipped there. Putting off the job search for a couple of days, I decided visiting Mrs. Matheson was very important to me. Of course, part of my motivation was the crush I had on her back in school. Although only 5' 6", she walked into a room with such presence and personality that she did dominate the room always. With short dark hair and dark eyes, her big smile always dominated her oval face. It had always been a struggle to figure out her body though; she wore long sleeved blouses or sweaters and ankle length skirts, but through careful observation I had been able to see she was small breasted but had a nice flared waist and very strong, solid legs. She had a sultry allure that I doubt most of my classmates ever noticed. This was also the first time I had been able to visit her since right after her husband died in a car wreck three years ago.

Arriving at the school, I parked my pick-up truck in a visitor space and walked in to the school office to check in as a visitor. The receptionist remembered me from the visits I had made over the last few years and contacted Mrs. Matheson to come down and escort me. Mrs. Matheson floated into the room with her usual flair, and I could not help but smile as she moved towards me to wrap me in her arms. As I returned the hug I noticed that her hair was graying, but she felt as light and slender as I remembered. 

"I'm so happy to see you," she said excitedly. "I have one more class today and then we can talk before drama." With that, she dragged me off down the hall to her next class. It was after sitting through her next class that she had time to explain to me about her next show. They were doing "Pippin" and, although she had a very talented cast, she had no one interested in lighting or sound this year. Margaret, as she insisted I call her now, all but begged me to volunteer to take up technical design and direction for the show. I was very willing and after class she brought me back to the office to get me signed up for regular access to the school. 

A Surprise Meeting

One week later and the background checks were complete. This is how I found myself sitting in the auditorium as the cast worked through some of the scenes from the show. The school had purchased a new control system for the lights, but everything else was almost unchanged from when I had attended the school. I was sitting quietly when suddenly a pair of soft hands covered my eyes. I smelled a flowery perfume and felt her breath on my ear as she whispered to me.

"Guess who!" Oh crap! I had no idea. Her hands were too soft and her voice too young for any of the teachers I was close to. I didn't know any of the students so who could this be? 

"You smell nice, whoever you are," I said neutrally. "But I can't tell."

"Doug!" she said as she removed her hands and gave me a hug. I turned and realized it was Margaret's daughter Jackie. I pushed her back to get a good look at her. When I joined the Navy she was only twelve, and last time I saw her she was fifteen and just started developing a more feminine figure. At 20, she now had an incredible figure at five foot four inches and wearing a tight white tee shirt with a burgundy muscle shirt overtop and a tight fitting pair of jeans. The blond curly hair cascaded down to her broad shoulders, shoulders developed through of years of club-level competitive swimming. Her muscular build also gave even more prominence to her very full breasts. Her body quickly narrowed to a flat stomach and narrow waist. Her hips were not too prominent but her butt was small, firm and muscular, topping nicely proportioned legs.

To explain, she looked nothing like her mom. Jackie was adopted at a very young age. I think it had something to do with Margaret and her husband not being able to have kids but I never asked because it was not important. Jackie and her brother were both wonderful kids and I had spent quite a bit of time at their house when I was in high school.

Jackie plopped herself down in the seat next to me and we start talking. Margaret's car was broken down and although she could ride to school with another teacher, she needed a ride home, which was why Jackie was here. She was obviously very excited to see me again. Once we did a little bit of current events on catching up, I found out why she was so happy to see me. Although I did not realize it back then, the time I spent with her family when I was in high school made a big impression on her. Apparently I did not dismiss her as a little kid even though she was six year younger than me (forever when you are in high school). Instead, I talked to her then like a friend and listened to her when she talked about her interests back then. 

The conversation between us got a bit loud and I noticed we get a couple of "quiet down" looks from Margaret. Not wanting to stop the conversation, I lead Jackie out the right side of the auditorium. The left side doors led to the music hall, with rehearsal rooms and teacher offices. The left side led to a storage hallway that was gated at the end so students do not normally access it. This is where they could store the band risers, large set pieces, and even some spare lunch tables for the cafeteria just yards down the hall.

Once we walk out the door, Jackie moves right up into my space. Suddenly she is leaning against me and moves her face right up to mine, obviously expecting a kiss. I'm not real sure where this is going but I lean forward and our lips meet. As soon as our lips make contact, her mouth opens and her tongue is in my mouth while her hand is behind my neck pulling my face against hers. I'm not real sure what signals I missed but we are instantly in a major French kiss that would excite an 80-year-old. I do not know who she learned this kissing from, but wow. The desire she communicates in this kiss shocks me to my toes. It also creates a growing problem in my pants, which she is pressing against.

Now it has been a couple of months since my last relationship and "Rosy Palm" does not satisfy the way a real woman does, but this was unexpected. As her hand rubs my crotch I am thinking what do I do now? Glancing around the stacked stuff in the hallway, I look through the folded tables, stacked chairs, stage platforms, and traveling band cases for somewhere to hide from view. My eyes catch sight of the marching band uniform closets, two ten-foot long closets with vinyl accordion doors used to store the uniforms once football season is over. I am not sure where this is going but I know I need to get us out of sight before it goes too far.

I break contact and quickly lead her over to one. Looking up the hall past the gate, I do not see anyone looking as I slide open the closet door and slip in, pulling Jackie in behind me. She starts to attach herself to me again but I pull back for a moment.

"Jackie," I whisper. "What is all this?" She stopped and looked up at me, her eyes quickly shifting from surprise, to fear to hurt.

"I thought...I guess..." She sobbed once then spoke shakily. "I love you. I thought you knew. Didn't you read the letters?" She had written me a number of times. The letters always were signed with 'can't wait to see you soon, Love Jackie.' But I did not register that as really "Love" and she did. Now I felt like an ass. I guess I had been thinking of her as a little sister, but now she was more than that. She was a sexy woman that wanted me. The look in her eyes changed my heart in an instant and I wanted her too.

I reached out and embraced her in the darkness, and this time when our mouth met our hands could not be stopped as well. Her hands squeezed my butt as she pressed her warm crotch against my hard cock. This was out of control in an instant, our surroundings forgotten. Kissing each other now on the face and neck as we pressed our bodies together...it continued for several minutes with the sound of our passionate breathing loud in that confined space.

There was little room to move against the double hanging rack of the uniforms, so I reached out with one hand and pulled two uniforms off the bar to drop them on the floor at our feet. We both reached for the other's pants at the same time. Jackie pulled mine open and thrust her hand down the front to wrap her fingers around my hard penis.

Her eyes lit up as she hissed "yes." I was not sure if that is in appreciation for the hard cock in her hand or the answer to the unspoken question, but I moved forward. Opening her pants, I slid my fingers inside her panties and slid both pants and panties over her hips and down her legs, bending over to push them down to her ankles. Resting a hand on my shoulder, she stepped out of her pants and shoe with her left foot. Taking her hips in my hands, I guided her to lie down on the uniforms at our feet, and then knelt between her spread legs, my own pants still at my knees.

Logically, this should not be happening. I know I should be progressing slowly because we have not seen each other in years. But she seemed to want this even more than I did, plus the pent-up sexual energy of the last few months takes away my ability for rational thought.

Jackie reached out and took my cock in her hand and pulled me forward, directing me towards her until my cock was at the opening of her vagina. She moved my cock slightly up and down to coat the head with her juices and help to open her labia to allow better access. The thought flashes through my brain that she knows what she is doing...this woman beneath me is not the 'kid sister' I left behind four years ago.

And in the time it took to make it through those thoughts, she has pulled me forward until the head of my cock is an inch inside her, just long enough for her to know something is entering her. Jackie's hands moved to my back and pulled me down towards her and I lowered myself willingly until our still clothed chests were touching. I felt the cushy softness of her large breasts beneath the fabric but she was telling me with her hands what she really wanted. I pushed further into her, sliding my shaft deeper into her. 

She gasped and feeling my cock further inside her made me aware of how hot it was inside her vagina...and how tight it was. I pulled back out a bit, then pushed deeper in. I repeated this motion a number of times, easing my way into her body. Each move forward was rewarded with a gasp or a soft groan from her. It was nearly pitch black inside the closet so I could not see her face, but her hands caressing my body and pulling me forward told me I was not hurting her at all and she wanted all of it.

I stopped for a moment, partly to let her relax and partly to shift my knees forward. As I pause, I feel her vaginal muscles squeeze around my shaft, then relax only to squeeze again! She pulled my head down to her neck and whispered in my ear.

"Just so you know I can." I could hear the teasing smile in her voice, and the challenge that was implied. I pulled back and plunged myself deeply into her. I could have prolonged this with artful thrusts and pauses but I did not have the patience for that, and it would not be good to get caught here either.

With long deep strokes in and out of her hot pussy, I increased the speed of my thrusting. Her hands kept switching from grasping my arms to pulling my ass towards her to encourage my pounding. Her head fell back to rest on the floor as her breathing became shallow gasps for air. She raised her knees up a bit and then wrapped her bare legs around my hips.

My hips are pounding against her now, crushing her against the uniforms and the hard carpet below. I sense that she may be close beneath me and lower myself toward her head. I plant my lips on her neck and begin to nibble on the sensitive skin along the side of her neck. This is what puts her over the edge.

For a moment she froze, holding her breath. Then the force of her orgasm hit her body like an explosion. The hands that pressed into me now seem to be grasping for flesh, trying to hold me close for support. Most importantly, her vaginal muscles rippled and twisted around my cock in a way I had never experienced from a woman ever before. It was the trigger that made me explode deep inside her, showering the innermost part of her pussy with my semen as I rammed my cock deep into her body.

It seemed forever but it was likely only a few minutes for my surges and her spasms stop. We lay there for a few moments catching our breath. Then, guiltily, I kissed her gently and lifted myself off of her, pulling my slightly softened shaft out of her.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her.

"Why?" she asked. "I wanted this as much as you did. Did you not want me?"

"Yes," I reply honestly. "I wanted you and I still want you. But we should have been a little more restrained. And it was not the best idea to do it here."

"I'll give you that, but I started it. I wanted you to know how much I want you. I want to be your woman." I paused after that to absorb what she was telling me.

"We could have at least used some birth control" I said, in a weak attempt to apologize again. I still felt like I used her.

"I'm on the pill, silly," she chided. "And if that happens, I'll deal with that as well." Again she rocked my mind with the concept that she was not a little teenager anymore, but a very mature young woman. "Now we had better get back inside before someone comes looking for us."

"Oh crap," I exclaimed. "You're right. What if I go in first back stage and then you go in after back to the auditorium?"

"OK," she whispered back. "You go ahead while I clean up and then go in." She sort of giggled at that last part. I stood up and pulled my pants up and fastened them. Carefully stepping around her, I eased the accordion door open just a bit and looked around to make sure no one was nearby.

""All clear," I hissed and looked down at her. With the door open a bit, I could see her better. Between her pale legs she had a thick auburn bush of pubic hair. Below that, her labia were swollen and spread just a bit, and a large puddle of cum was on the uniform jacket just below. I paused but she hissed for me to go.

I slipped in through the backstage door and started to walk around like I was looking at options for the design. As I crossed behind the scene rehearsing on stage, I saw Jackie sitting about where we had been sitting before. I tried to act like I was focused on the show design but I was faking it.

After rehearsal, Margaret, Jackie and I talked for a little while. I got Jackie's phone number and promised to call her tonight. We also decided that I could give Margaret a ride home tomorrow and that I should stay for dinner. After we said goodbye, I watched Jackie's tight butt as she walked away and noticed that if I looked carefully at her jeans I could see a dark wet spot between her legs.

Later that night we talked for an hour on the phone. I learned more about her and what she liked, her major, and everything. The only thing she would not talk about was her past relationships. She even hinted at some things to come tomorrow night. The apartment seemed empty after the call.

Dinner –The First Night

I had sat through rehearsal and Margaret and I discussed the show some more on the way home. In the back and forth of ideas, I gave her a completely new idea for staging one scene and she in turn gave me some good ideas for incorporating some unique sound effects and maybe even some pyro effects if we could get the permissions.

When we got to the house, Margaret stopped me before we got out. I asked her what was wrong.

"Doug," she said hesitantly. "Do you have any idea how much Jackie likes you?"

"To be honest," I answered. "I did not until yesterday. I think I know now how much she likes me."

"Her father's death hit her very hard," Margaret explained. "That time you visited right after his death meant the world to her."

"I really didn't do anything special," I protested. Margaret shook her head.

"You listened to her when she talked about her feelings. You held her when she cried, even though you were only here for a couple of days. It changed her so much. I'm just afraid she has built up a relationship with you in her mind that may not happen."

"I won't hurt her," I said to Margaret, holding her hand.

"Your visit meant a lot to me too," she whispered. I saw a tear in her eye but she quickly brushed it away, then leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She turned away quickly and got out of the truck. I followed her into the house.

Dinner and Dessert

When I walked into the house, I was immediately aware of the smells of wonderful food cooking. Jackie was in the kitchen but came out immediately to give me a big hug and kiss. As I chatted with Jackie about the day, her mother dropped her homework on the sofa and went upstairs to change. Once her mother was out of sight, Jackie kissed me with more passion, her body pressed against mine. And as quickly as it started, she was pulling away and back in front of the stove.

"You are an evil tease," I groaned.

"I like to build your anticipation for later," she said with a smile. "Mom will go upstairs to bed by ten, and it's ok for you to stay later."

"How much later?" I asked with a grin.

"That is up to you, Doug." She answered. In that moment Margaret came back down the stairs, now dressed in a long white satin nightgown covered with a soft, micro-fabric wrap in a slightly off-white color. The satin moved and flowed with her and pressed up against her hips and thighs as she walked, showing some of the figure I always suspected she had.

In just a few minutes we sat down to a delicious chicken dish with tomatoes, green olives and onions all served over tasty saffron rice. The dinner conversation should have been shared more but they kept asking me about my service and what I did while deployed and so I entertained them with the humorous stories from my deployments. I was not ready to share some of the other stories yet; maybe that would come later.

After dinner, I helped Jackie clean up and then we sat in the living room watching a movie. Jackie was curled up under my arm on one end of the sofa while Margaret corrected papers from one of her classes at the other end. We stayed there until about nine o'clock when Margaret said she was going upstairs to bed. Even though I was wrapped in Jackie's arms, my eyes did follow her mother's shapely backside up the stairs.