NIS: Mrs. Trotter - Chapter Five

"Don't move," someone whispered. "Just relax…Stay right there, June."

Marie Rodriguez, the Hispanic teacher and my newest best friend in my new community, climbed onto my desk with me. I hadn't moved an inch and I'd been in that happy place, half-asleep and half-awake, dreaming about nothing at all except how deliciously warm I felt. She crouched over my tits with her feet sliding under my elbows and armpits, bringing her pussy to my mouth even as she pulled my thighs apart with her hands.

How long she'd watched me, I couldn't know, but long enough to remove all of her clothes apparently. Marie had a tight, athletic body with a caramel complexion that I envied greatly. Her firm breasts, flat tummy, and round hips were certainly appreciated by her male students, as was her lovely face and thick, black hair. I'd heard myself compared with her many times by whispering boys who couldn't decide which of us was more attractive. I found it annoying at times, but I'll admit to feeling flattered as well.

"Nnnnmmm…No…I can't…" I moaned, seeing Marie's ruddy sex hovering over my face. "P-Please…I don't want to…I can't…"

She had buttery soft skin, and golden brown like I said, except for her hairless pussy. Marie's excitement had turned her vulva dark and plump and I stared at the tight crease of her slit as she brought it closer. I could see her labia turned inward and tucked neatly inside so that she looked like a little girl. I'd never done this before and I'd never wanted to, but Marie left me with little choice. She dropped her hips and covered my mouth with her pussy as I felt her tongue teasing my clitoris back to life.

"Lick me," she whispered loudly. "Suck my pussy, June."

"Mmmphh!" I shook my head slightly, feeling her sex rubbing across my lips as I did so. My nose tickled the soft skin between her pussy and anus and I could smell her ripe with sexual musk. The friction of my pursed lips tugged at her labia and pulled them apart just enough to let Marie's tart juices escape. She'd already grown very wet inside and the warmth of her sex seemed to pour across my flushed face.

"I said lick my cunt!"

"Umph!" I gasped as she suddenly pinched my sensitive clit between her teeth. Not biting me really, but at the time it felt like she'd bitten my clitoris off. I jerked against the pain, bouncing my ass off the desk and opening my mouth to scream. I couldn't escape, however, not with Marie laying on top of my body. Her tummy pressed against my tits, much like her smaller breasts were flattened against me. She held my thighs wide apart and nibbled my clit mercilessly.

I had no choice but to taste the woman's pussy and I shook with fear, shame, and the perverse pleasure of surrender. Marie forced me to kiss her pussy, that's what I told myself. I had no choice and more to the point, I didn't want to have a choice. Nothing made sense. I couldn't understand why that submissive rationale should comfort me, but it did. I lapped along her slit, digging a pink furrow with my tongue and Marie rewarded me with a roll of her hips, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

"See? That's a good girl," she breathed across my throbbing clit as it stood stiffly once again. "We're going to have a lot of fun now."

I wanted to resist her. I wasn't a lesbian at all. The idea of touching another woman sexually, of tasting Marie's pussy and pushing my tongue between her greasy labia, made me feel dirty somehow. I felt almost sick and disgusted, but those feelings were weak and lonely compared to the physical joy of our sex. Marie's tongue moved over and around my clit like a butterfly, teasing me as it flickered like a flame across my flesh. She'd pause only long enough to caress my fat labia and stab her tongue between them every now and again, confusing me even more as I couldn't predict what she'd do next.

All I could do was cover her vulva with my open mouth, wriggling my tongue along and between Marie's thin slit. I opened her pussy like a ripe fruit and washed her sex blindly, lapping at the soft interior and filling my mouth with the oily flavor of her arousal. I had no real idea what I was doing, I could only lick and kiss and suckle at whatever part of Marie's pussy my tongue could reach. I swallowed her juices and my tongue curled at the strong, tart flavor. A tiny voice wondered how I'd ever be able to tell Henry about this. How would I ever be able to kiss him after my lips had touched another woman's sex? Guilt and shame burned in my belly, fueled by the constant flood of female nectar that I had no choice but to drink.

Marie had me close to orgasm when she stopped and I nearly fainted when I heard the door opening.

"What took you so long?" she asked someone and I heard a deep chuckle and the sound of a belt buckle being loosened.

"You said ten minutes," Mr. Clemons replied. "Oh! I've been dreaming of this!"

"Nnmmph!" I protested into Marie's pussy, wanting to get free of her, but the woman only pushed herself against me harder.

"Shhhh…" Marie whispered, digging her fingernails into my thighs as I tried to close my legs. "I'm doing you a favor, June. Wayne's got the biggest in school."

"Biggest cock in the city," he laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"So bring it over here," she said playfully. "I want to see you fuck this bitch."

"Oh yeah!" Mr. Clemons agreed. "You're gonna see it, baby. Don't worry."

I tried desperately to get away, or at least press my thighs together, but that seemed impossible without the use of my hands. Marie held me down easily with her body covering mine and though I'd nearly succeeded in closing my legs, Mr. Clemons found my knees with his large hands and pushed them wide apart as he stepped up to the desk.

"God! I love your cock," Marie sighed and I heard the unmistakable sound of her wet lips wrapping themselves around the man's penis. 

She nursed noisily on his prick and I felt something soft and fuzzy rubbing against my pussy. His low hanging balls were right there, Wayne's heavy balls massaging my clit with an indescribable sensation that made me shiver. His soft skin and curling public hair fell across my thrumming clitoris like a blanket and I could feel his sperm filled testes rolling around in his sack. While Marie sucked his cock, the math teacher would move his hips so that his balls rose and fell along my wet, vulnerable slit.

"Take more of it, slut!" he demanded softly and I heard Marie gagging weakly.

"I can't," she gasped a moment later. "It's too big."

How big could his cock be? I had no idea. I couldn't see anything but the ass and pussy that covered my face. I could barely breathe as Marie covered my mouth and nose with her sweaty skin. I tried to tell them to let me go. I couldn't let another man put his cock inside me! I was married! I had a husband that I loved. I'd taken vows to be faithful. I'd promised Henry that I'd love only him for the rest of my life and we'd only been married three short months. I tried to shake my head and beg them to let me go. My lips moved against Marie's pussy. My tongue caressed the moist folds that held me utterly captive and I had to swallow more of her juice as it spilled into my mouth.

"She really loves my pussy," Marie said with a giggle. "Hmmm…Yeah! Fuck me with your tongue, June!"

"Put my dick inside her," Mr. Clemons said. "It's time to teach this stuck-up bitch a lesson."

"Nnnmph! Uhhh-umphh!" I protested, shaking my head and doing little more than getting a happy grind of Marie's pussy in return.

I'd never liked Mr. Clemons and I couldn't say exactly why, but it had something to do with the way he looked at me. He wasn't a very attractive man, but not ugly either. It wasn't his appearance that bothered me, but his beady eyes as they always seemed to follow me whenever we happened to be in the same room, or just passing in the hallway. He made me feel small and naked, and insignificant somehow, as if he regarded me like a toy in a store window. Something he could buy or steal, you know? I felt like a thing beneath his hungry gaze and I'd never felt comfortable with that. I'd ignored him as much as I could, rarely speaking to the man unless it was absolutely necessary.

Too late, I realized that he'd taken my discomfort for something else. Stuck-up? I wasn't that and for a brief second I resented his words and especially his tone of voice, but I had bigger things to worry about.

"Keep licking me," Marie said. "Don't stop. I want to cum all over your pretty face."

She'd started moving her hips and I suspected the woman didn't need me to do much more than lie there. Marie was going to get off all by herself as she held Wayne's cock in her hands and rubbed the smooth glans up and down my slit. That vague but distinct sensation made me move my hips as well. I felt tight all over, growing tense with fear, shame, and guilt. I couldn't let this man fuck me! I didn't even like him, for Christ's sake. I wouldn't give him the time of day, let alone allowed his hands to touch my skin. Now his cock moved along my naked pussy, teasing my labia and even my clitoris as Marie moved him around.

They were speaking to each other, but I couldn't hear anything except the pounding in my ears. My heart seemed ready to burst and I could barely draw enough air from around Marie's sex to keep myself from passing out. My tummy ached with nervous cramps and my toes curled as I felt the head of Wayne's cock splitting my labia around it. My friend, the woman I'd thought I could depend on, was feeding another man's cock inside my pussy and I gasped into her cunt as I felt the mouth of my sex being stretched almost painfully.

But it didn't hurt and that seemed to be the worst part. I felt my tender muscles protesting as Wayne's huge cock pulled taut the walls of my vagina. It sounds almost foolish, but the experience reminded me of losing my virginity. When Henry had taken my cherry on our wedding night, the sensation of being stretched around a hard cock for the first time had overwhelmed everything else. I couldn't even remember how it had felt to have my hymen torn, but I recalled vividly the torturous pleasure of being wrapped around Henry's penis. Now I felt it again, only much more so, as if I had two or even three cocks inside me all at once.

"Jesus! She's tight as hell," Mr. Clemons grunted. "Like fucking a ninth grader!"

"I guess you'd know, huh?" Marie giggled and then moaned softly as she rocked her hips and found my small nose with her pussy. Her labia spread around my nostrils and the intensity of her scent filled my senses.

I jerked and writhed as Wayne began to thrust his cock deeper and I'd never felt anything like it. When Henry made love to me it felt nice and very comfortable. I'd always imagined he could fill me completely with his penis, although I knew he wasn't very well endowed. I didn't think it mattered and I loved him so much anyway, but now I felt the depths of my pussy being pulled apart to make room for Wayne's swollen prick. I'd never had anything so deep inside me, nothing so incredibly thick or hard. My vagina spasmed with eager contractions as my body seemed to mold itself around him. I felt dazed and confused and I didn't even realize I'd wrapped my legs around the man's waist, pulling him into me with my heels.

When his cockhead found the very bottom of my sex, I lost it. I couldn't fight the orgasm that erupted between my trembling thighs. Mr. Clemons had found something new inside me, perhaps my cervix? I didn't know. I didn't care. His blunt cockhead slammed into something soft and sensitive with an explosion of raw ecstasy. I squeezed him with my legs and jerked my head so that I found myself once more with a mouthful of hot, female sex.

I went a little crazy as my orgasm crushed any resistance that may have lingered in my feverish mind. I drew Marie's pussy into my mouth, sucking on her flesh and using my tongue to wash the inner folds of her sex. I drank her ripe cum as she joined me, loosing a fresh flood of hot fluid to bathe my flushed cheeks.

Mr. Clemons began fucking me harder and faster, taking long strokes with his cock nearly pulling free of my pussy before he'd shove it back home. I imagined his cock reaching all the way into my belly, he felt to impossibly long. He gave me every inch of it too, I knew that because I could feel his heavy balls slapping my ass. He groaned and grunted, ramming his cock into my cunt almost recklessly near the end. He'd lifted my legs, getting my knees over his shoulders, and that gave him just a fraction more of my innocent hole to plunder. He battered the bottom of my pussy and the mixture of pain and pleasure drove me nearly insane with lust.

I begged him to fuck me. I needed his huge cock inside me and nothing else mattered. I gave no thought to my husband. I'd forgotten him completely as another orgasm rushed through my burning body. I couldn't even remember who was fucking me. Mr. Clemons wasn't in my mind at all, but only his beautiful penis as I rode it with sharp contractions of pleasure. My entire body seemed to be wrapped around his cock. I could feel it everywhere. My pussy screamed with delight, the walls of my sex being bruised by the relentless fucking I took. I'd never imagined sex could feel like that!

"I'm gonna…Cum…Fuck!" Mr. Clemons gasped, leaning into me with Marie trapped between us as she tried to lap at our union.

Those words slipped into my heart like a dagger and I wasn't so completely gone that I didn't understand their meaning. Was he wearing a condom? I couldn't tell. I had no idea. That was our only form of birth control. Henry always wore a condom when we made love, even when I knew I wasn't ovulating. I had to be fertile now though, or close to it. I had just over two weeks until my next menstruation. I had to be ovulating. Mr. Clemons had to pull out! He couldn't cum inside me and my guilt felt like another orgasm, I have to admit. I cant explain it any other way, only that I suddenly remembered where I was and who was fucking me and this betrayal consumed me with a wave of adrenalin that left me wrecked.

I was cumming! God! I couldn't think straight. I had to get away and I couldn't. He had to pull out and he wouldn't. I shivered with another delicious cum, riding the delicious warmth all the way to the peak. Maybe Mr. Clemons was wearing a rubber, I thought. He wouldn't fuck me bareback, would he? They'd met each other, Henry and Wayne, and shook hands and shared jokes. He'd told my husband how lucky he was to have a beautiful wife like me and I'd ignored the brazen desire in Wayne's dark eyes. He'd always to fuck me and now he was doing it and…No! He wasn't wearing a condom at all.

"Do it!" Marie breathed. "Cum inside her, Wayne. Spunk the little whore!"

"Ughhhh…" Mr. Clemons groaned, jamming his spurting cock as deeply inside my vagina as he could get it.

I felt the shaft swelling against the clasping walls of my sex. I felt the bulbous head snug against the very entrance to my fertile womb. And then I felt his hot seed bursting from his balls, ejaculating rapidly to fill my pussy with sperm rich semen. That too was something I'd never experienced before. A man cumming inside me, sharing his essence with my own copious fluids. We were mixing ourselves together, creating a seamy broth of potent, baby making cream for my eggs to bathe in.

Why was I cumming again? 

"Heh! Fuck! That felt good," Mr. Clemons said softly, panting the words as he caught his breath.

"Don't pull out of her yet," Marie told him. "Let her enjoy it for awhile."

"I don't think I can." He chuckled weakly and his still swollen cock hadn't moved an inch. "She's squeezing my dick like crazy. Jesus! That's unbelievable."

He was still balls deep inside me and my pussy seemed to be nursing on his cock with tiny spasms of orgasmic pleasure. I couldn't do anything about it either. I'd cum so good right at the end, sharing the moment of truth with Mr. Clemons, and it would take some time before the ecstasy melted away. My body didn't care who'd been fucking me, who's cock was still inside me, only that it had felt amazingly good. Spectacular, in fact, and the burden of knowing what I'd done seemed nearly as suffocating as Marie's cum drenched pussy.

She'd soaked me thoroughly with her juices. My face and hair, every part of me from the neck up was covered with her oily cum. I'd swallowed a lot of it too and I still licked and kissed the pink insides of her sex, but only slowly, lazily as we both recovered from the madness of our fucking. And that's what we'd done. I'd fucked another woman, using my mouth to do it, and I'd made her cum. I'd swallowed her cream and gone back for more while a man I detested fucked me to orgasm. I had Wayne's cum inside me and even if I washed him out, I'd never be able to look at him again without remembering what we'd done. He'd always know that he'd fucked me behind my husband's back and left his sperm where only Henry's belonged.

That humiliating truth made me shiver and Mr. Clemons decided to take that as an invitation to fuck me again.

"What are you doing?" Marie asked with a weary giggle.

"I'm still hard," he replied. "And she wants it anyway. What a slut. I knew that prissy missy bullshit was just an act."

"Well, you'd better hurry," she sighed, wriggling her hips and getting more comfortable on my face. "You've got about fifteen minutes."

"Plenty of…Ugh!" He slammed his cock inside me hard. "Time!"

His powerful cock drilled into me again, finding me soft and yielding as my sex molded itself around him. It felt better this time and I didn't fight the pleasure at all. I still had my legs over Wayne's shoulders and he held my thighs in his strong hands, driving his cock in and out of me a reasonable pace.

"Ohhh!" I took a deep breath of cool air as Marie moved off me, lifting her left leg and dismounting me – and the desk - like a rider getting off a horse.

Without Marie's weight to hold me down, I felt my sweaty skin clinging to the wooden desktop as I was rocked back and forth. My pussy had become well used to the man's size by then and I felt nothing of my earlier discomfort, only the inevitable jolt of his cockhead finding the pillow of my cervix and that sensation was one I'd developed a real love/hate relationship with. It felt so good that it hurt, or perhaps it was the other way around; I couldn't decide.

"Open your eyes," Marie whispered. "I want to you to look at me."

"What?" I gasped, blinking at the beautiful Hispanic woman as she grabbed a fistful of my stringy, cum tangled hair.

She kissed me, holding my head still as her lips covered mine. Our eyes were open and I stared into her coffee colored orbs while her tongue explored my mouth. I kissed her back, helpless to do anything else as I felt another orgasm building. I couldn't imagine having that much cum inside me. Where did it all come from? But the cock filling my hungry cunt wouldn't stop and every thrust took me that much closer to losing my self-control. Again.

"Do you want to see what you're fucking?" Marie asked me after a long minute of French kissing. "Take a look."

I didn't know what she meant, but apparently Mr. Clemons did. He'd been enjoying our lesbian kiss and as Marie helped me sit up on the desk, he lowered my legs. I stretched as much as I could, feeling stiff and sore. I stared at my pussy as Wayne had stopped moving for the moment and I could see a bare inch of thick, ruddy shaft seeming to grow out of my swollen vulva.

"Want to see it, June?" he asked me with a grin and I swallowed hard as he pulled his huge dick completely out of my sex.

My labia were pulled outward with it, scraping a thin white froth from the shaft as it moved between them. That was our cum, I realized, Wayne's and mine, mixed together and churned into something like watery whipped cream. It spilled down my ass and onto the floor and when the purple glans pulled free of my pussy, a flood of juice poured out with it.

"Nice, isn't it?" Marie giggled, petting my left breast and whispering into my ear as we stared at Wayne's cock.

"Ten and half inches," he said, hefting the wet shaft in his fist and then dropping it onto my pubic mound and tummy. "I fucked you this deep…"

He pushed himself closer, until his scrotum pressed against my gaping pussy, and his erection stretched from my clitoris all the way to my belly button. It wasn't as thick as I'd imagined it to be; at first his cock had felt like a baseball bat the way it stretched my pussy. Even so, it wasn't skinny either and I couldn't believe I'd taken all of that monstrous prick inside me. I knew it had to be more than twice as long as Henry's, maybe three times longer, and certainly twice as big around. There was no comparison possible and it felt hot and heavy as it lay across my damp skin, drooling precum into my belly button.

"Here…" Marie opened the drawer of my desk and found a black felt tip pen. "In case you want to remember it later."

"What are you doing?" I asked, blinking at the pen as she traced around Wayne's cock, drawing the outline on my body in permanent ink.

"Heh!" Mr. Clemons laughed at that. "Write 'Wayne was here' on her too."

"N-No!" I stammered with a hard swallow, but Marie did precisely that, penning the words in a semi-circle above my belly button.

"Show that to Henry tonight," he suggested. "See how well the hubby measures up to a real man."

"Don't say that!" I frowned and then gasped as he pushed his cock back inside my pussy, lunging into me until his cockhead drove the air out of my lungs with a delicious jolt deep in my belly.

"Shhh…" Marie pushed me back down and started kissing my face and mouth once again.

She wanted to make out with me while Mr. Clemons pulled my legs high once more, but leaning forward this time so that my knees touched my elbows. That position rolled my ass upward and gave his cock a nice, straight shot into the depths of my pussy. I couldn't believe how long he lasted. God! When Henry made love to me, he always came within two or three minutes, maybe five at the absolute most. The first time, Wayne must have fucked me for ten minutes, probably a lot longer. Now, this second time, he was going to last even longer!

The bell rang and he still hadn't finished. I'd cum three times, maybe four, and I could barely return Marie's passionate kisses. My body trembled and my cunt felt bruised and sore. I wasn't used to this sort of sex. I'd never made love with anyone but Henry and we only did it one time every night, or every other night usually. I'd never had a huge cock stretching my sex for fifteen or twenty minutes, pounding my vagina into cum pudding as my juices refused to stop flowing. I wondered how my pussy would ever recover and worried that I'd have a loose, gaping hole between my legs for the rest of my life.

Those thoughts were fleeting, however; my next class was arriving to the sight of Mr. Clemons driving his cock into me as hard and fast as he could. He had his own class to teach and needed to cum quickly. Ms. Rodriguez had already let me go, offering me a wistful smile and licking her lips as she started putting on her clothes. Neither of them showed any sense of shame as my second freshman Health class of the day gasped, giggled, and whispered excitedly.

"Today's lesson is…" Marie said with a giggle, only half dressed as she wrote on the white board, "…Sex Ed: Intercourse." She underlined the words three times. "All you boys have to participate; just do what Mr. Clemons is doing."

"Ohhh…God!" I groaned, shaking my head as another orgasm tore through me and Mr. Clemons had to be getting close.

"Really?" some boy asked, and there were actually a lot of questions, but I wasn't in any sort of condition to pay attention.

"But what are we supposed to do?" a girl wondered, Vicky Stevens, I thought.

"Oral Sex!" Marie announced, writing those words on the board as well. "Mrs. Trotter will demonstrate cunnilingus for any girl who wants to try it."

"But how do we…"

"Just sit on her face," Marie replied. "Like this…Come here, lift your skirt, panties off…Quickly now…"

"I can't…Uh! No…" I shook my head and licked my lips and wondered if I was having some sort of strange daydream.

"I'm gonna cum!" Mr. Clemons told the class just in time for the second bell to ring. "Ah! Yeah! Take it, Mrs. Trotter! Fuck!"

The odd déjà vu of feeling his cock flooding my pussy with another hot load of semen pushed me over the edge. We shared each other's orgasms, Wayne's cock spewing baby making sperm against the bottleneck of my cervix, mixing with my own fresh flood of girl goo. The pleasure was blinding, and not only because my eyes were tightly shut just then, but I couldn't hear anything but my own heart pounding. I couldn't feel anything except my pussy contracting with violent spasms of ecstasy. The smell of our sex filled the air and I could still taste Marie's pussy on my tongue.

I didn't even realize that fifteen-year-old Vicky was kneeling over my face, pressing her lightly furred sex to my open mouth until I found my tongue snaking past her delicate labia. I'd started eating the girl's pussy out of instinctive desire, without a thought of protest. Even my guilt and shame had fled before my beautiful orgasm. I wouldn't have believed mere sex could change a person so completely. I felt drunk and giddy and somehow eager for even more sex. I'd become insatiable, like a nymphomaniac or something, and I moaned in muffled protest as Mr. Clemons pulled his softening cock from my horny hole.

"She's doing it!" Vicky told her friends and classmates. "Mrs. Trotter's licking my pussy!"

"I'm gonna fuck her next!" Mark Taylor said loudly in his rich Southern accent, and that's the only way I could tell it was his cock trying to replace Wayne's.

"I'm after him!" … "I'm after Vicky!" … "I'm after Julie!" … "I'm after Bobby!"

My students sorted themselves into some kind of order and I didn't notice when Mr. Clemons and Ms. Rodriguez left the classroom. All I knew was that I had a dozen boys lined up to fuck me for the next hour, and a dozen girls already peeling their panties in happy anticipation of riding their teacher's tongue.

I lapped, kissed, and suckled each of my students until they came in my mouth and over my flushed face. I learned how to tease adolescent clitoris to throbbing erection and pinch it between my lips. I nibbled their pink labia and stiffened my tongue inside their clasping cunts. I tasted each of them and they were all different. Sweet and sour, tangy and tart, one girl tasted bitterly of piss as she must have only recently used the bathroom and not cleaned herself very well. I didn't even mind that, but washed her plump little pussy thoroughly and then drank her oily cum. Another girl, Beth Simmons, offered me her asshole and boasted loudly about making the teacher kiss her ass.

After that, they all wanted their assholes licked and I did that too. How could I not when I had their male classmates fucking my wanton pussy as fast and hard as they could. They weren't nearly so large as Mr. Clemons had been and I found that mildly frustrating. I missed being stretched so completely, but it still felt amazing. The steady slosh of my cum-filled pussy being drilled relentlessly filled the classroom. Semen and girl cum squirted around their pricks with raspberry pussy farts that might have sent me running for the bathroom with humiliation a few hours before. I had no shame, however, not anymore.

My self-respect had been fucked out of me. I'd been brainwashed possibly, or something like it. Stockholm Syndrome. I'd been made a captive it seemed and after only a few hours I'd come to enjoy my humiliating situation. I was bound and helpless, trapped beneath my students two at a time. They wouldn't let me go. The other teachers had given them a free pass to do anything they wanted with me. This wasn't a classroom; it was…I don't know. A dungeon, perhaps, and I'd been turned into a willing sex slave. Every orgasm I suffered pulled me farther away from the quiet, respectable life I'd known previously.

I'd always imagined sex to be a necessity of sorts. Something I did more because it was expected of me. I'd kissed my boyfriends and enjoyed that, but the rest of it had given me little pleasure. I'd let them feel my tits and I'd jerked them off, but only to keep them happy. Even after I'd married Henry, sex had been a wifely duty. I did the minimum necessary to keep my husband satisfied…Barely satisfied. I hadn't sucked his cock or even let him see me naked. We'd kiss and pet each other, Henry would put on his condom and we'd have a few minutes of sex, and then go to sleep.

How had I ever been happy with any of that?

"Ohhhh! Mrs. Trotter!" Tiffany giggled as she squirmed on my face. "You really love sucking my butt, huh?"

"I'm cumming! Man! Ugh!" Nelson Carlisle gasped as he threw his spurting cock into my cunt and added his ball juice to the mess inside me.

My tongue felt twice as large as it should have been and I could barely move it. My lips felt bruised and swollen as well. All I could taste was pussy and I didn't think it would ever wash away, not with all the Listerine in the world. I'd done all of them, every one of my twenty-four students had fucked my pussy or mouth. I had twelve loads of ninth grade semen dripping from my sore pussy. I hadn't even felt the last boy fucking me, only the odd sensation of the creamy fluid inside me being stirred by his stiff cock.

"Lick me good," Lonnie whispered, mashing her lightly furred pussy against my mouth. "But be careful, Mrs. Trotter; I think I'm pregnant!"

She'd been naked in school two weeks before and I remembered meeting her parents at the last Open House. Lonnie's father was a minister and her mother had invited me to attend their small church. Those thoughts seemed utterly incongruous with what we were doing. The squatted on my desk, naked from the waist down as she held my hair in her fists and urged me to fuck her pussy with my tongue. I brought her off with a spray of thin, oily ejaculate painting my face like piss. She came the same way I usually did, not merely cumming, but gushing wildly. 

Our class was over, the bell ringing finally, and I only had two more hours of school left. I'd been scheduled to monitor study hall for the next hour and I wasn't entirely certain I could find my way to the Learning Center. My body felt stiff as a board an my knees creaked as I tried to straighten my legs. The kids watched me sit up slowly, having to turn my body awkwardly and sort of roll off the desk and onto my rubbery legs. I'd been wearing that collar for so long, my arms felt as if they were ready to fall off my shoulders.

I wanted a long, hot bath. I wanted cool sheets and a soft bed. I'd never felt so tired in my life and as I examined my pussy, I was shocked to see the mouth of my sex gaping wide open. My labia looked six inches long, fat and loose as they hung obscenely between my thighs. A thin, lumpy flood of semen and girl cum drained out of my sex and onto the floor, creating a puddle right before my eyes. I watched a blob of cum drip out of my hole, hanging by a long, milky strand until it reached past my knees. The tenuous string snapped and the semen landed between my feet with a loud plop.

"I need a bathroom break," I said to myself and not just because I wanted to try and clean myself up, I really did need to pee. I just hadn't realized it until right then.

"You only get five minutes, Mrs. Trotter!" Lance Johnson reminded me with a grin.

"Thanks," I sighed, giving him a lopsided smile and wondering why I wasn't blushing any longer.

"That was a really fun," Craig Owens told me on his way out the door. "I never fucked a teacher before!"

"Me neither!" Amy Owens, his sister, said with a giggle. "I hope we get to do it again, Mrs. Trotter!"

"I didn't even know she was queer!" I overheard Vicky saying to her friend Angie.

"She must be!" the other girl said with a glance at me. "She had her tongue like halfway to my belly button!"

"Can we do it in your butt tomorrow?" Bill Fornier wondered and I blinked at him. "I mean, you got a really nice one, Mrs. Trotter."

"Really nice!" Jerry Tackett agreed. "I'd love to bone her butt!"

"So would I," Principal Steinway said with a chuckle and that got the kids moving quickly. "I thought I'd take that collar off."

"Ohhhh…" I sighed. "Please!"

"But only if you promise to be a good girl," he teased me and I rolled my eyes, feeling much too tired to do anything but smile.

 

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