AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2002 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. Main characters: Amy Johnson (19) & Mrs. Jane Blair (36). Amy loathes her former teacher and is blackmailing her. In the last chapter, Mrs. Blair was forced to service Bob and Iris (and their butler) orally. Amy was to bring Mrs. Blair back to their house the next day, Saturday, at lunchtime. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. |
Chapter 8
After Amy was dropped off at her apartment, Mrs. Blair returned to her house. She was dressed like a slut and looked a mess, with male and female cum on her face and in her mouth. She prayed that her children were asleep. She'd die if they saw her in the condition she was in. Thankfully, they were in their own rooms so Mrs. Blair was able to tiptoe through the house unobserved until she closed her bedroom door behind her. Leaning with her back to the door, Mrs. Blair breathed a sigh of relief and then tore off her slutty clothes. She filled her bath and soaked in it for a couple of hours, until the coolness of the water made her get out.
Mrs. Blair had a hard time facing her children the next morning. They were happy and playing, not having a clue of the debauchery their mother had been involved in. She fixed them breakfast and was unusually quiet. They kept asking her what was wrong, but she forced a smile and said, "Nothing." Later that day, her phone rang. It was Amy, telling her what time she'd pick her up.
"I can't go back there," Mrs. Blair whispered so her kids wouldn't hear.
"You have to... anything... anytime... anypl...." Amy began.
"I know, I know, but I can't do it anymore."
"Are your children home?" Amy asked.
"Uh, yes."
"Okay, I'll just bring the tape with me and we'll all watch it together."
"My god no!"
"Then do as I say, OK?"
"You win," Mrs. Blair said, defeated.
When Amy arrived at Mrs. Blair's house she looked at the woman dressed in her normal frumpy clothes. "That's not what we bought at the mall," she complained.
"The clothes are dirty," Mrs. Blair countered.
"Well, until you get others like it, you'll have to wear them dirty. You should have washed them last night. Go put them on."
"I-I can't... my children are home. They can't see me dressed like that," Mrs. Blair said in a panic.
Amy wanted to humiliate her former teacher and make her dress like a slut in front of her children, but then she had another idea. "Okay, put them in a bag and let's go."
Amy said she'd wait outside. Mrs. Blair got the soiled slutty clothes and stuffed them in a paper bag. She told her children that she had fixed them sandwiches for lunch and she was running out. If she wasn't home by dinnertime, they were to order a pizza delivery, telling them where she had left the money. She kissed them goodbye and left. They took Mrs. Blair's car and, again, Amy drove.
When they were out of Mrs. Blair's neighborhood, Amy turned to her former teacher and said, "Okay, change your clothes."
"Where?" the befuddled teacher asked.
"In the car... right here."
"I can't change here... people will see."
"Then you should have changed in your house. But you didn't want to. So now you are going to change in the car. We're not going to Iris and Bob's with you dressed like a homely old married woman."
Unfortunately for Mrs. Blair, she was wearing a dress rather than two separate garments. Nervously looking outside the car windows, Mrs. Blair pulled her dress up and took her panties off. She reached into the bag and took out her thongs to slip on under the cover of her dress. Amy ripped them out of her hands and tossed them onto the back seat.
"No panties today... after all, they've been worn," Amy told the flabbergast woman. "What decent person would wear panties two days in a row without washing them?" she snickered.
Mrs. Blair took the short red skirt out of the bag and was going to slip it on under her dress. Amy yanked it out of her hands as well and said it would be the last item to be put on. That left Mrs. Blair in a dilemma.
Mrs. Blair opened the upper portion of her dress and reached inside, struggling to undo her bra. It was difficult, but she managed. But when she looked out the side window she saw a woman staring at her in shock. Mrs. Blair just closed her eyes and prayed the woman would disappear. When she reopened her eyes, the car next to theirs was gone.
Now came the hard part. Mrs. Blair had removed her lingerie, but her dress was the type that removed over her head. She looked out the windows until the coast was clear and raised her butt off the car seat and lifted the bottom of her dress to her waist. Her pussy was now bared. She then pulled her dress over her head. Now, stark naked, she was sitting in a moving car in broad daylight. She looked where she had placed the tube top, but it wasn't there -- Amy had taken it.
Suddenly, Amy swerved the car to the curb and jammed on her brakes. The car came to a screeching halt in front of a bunch of teenagers. Amy honked her horn and some of them came over and peered into the passenger window. They saw the naked woman trying to cover her nudity and began calling the others over. Soon, the car was surrounded by screaming teenagers laughing and making obscene comments.
Amy tossed Mrs. Blair the tube top which she quickly pulled over her head. Unfortunately, to do so she had to lift her arms which exposed her breasts and top of her pussy between her tightly clamped thighs. The boys, and even the girls, began to hoot and holler when she exposed herself. Mrs. Blair begged Amy to give her the skirt and, when she did, held it at her feet as she stepped into it. That parted her legs slightly which showed more than she wanted to. Then she tugged the tight red skirt up her legs, struggling to get it up. Her legs separated even more, causing the teenagers to go wild. When the skirt was at her thighs, Mrs. Blair had to raise her butt off the seat which pushed her pussy into full view of the teenagers.
When she was finally dressed, Mrs. Blair pleaded for Amy to drive away, but her former student just sat there and smiled. The teenagers were banging on the windows and yelling, which shamed the teacher, but she couldn't do anything about it other than sulk down in her seat and accept the humiliation. Amy picked up the panties that Mrs. Blair had worn (not the thongs) and cracked her window. She slipped it through the opening and one of the boys grabbed it. He waved it at Mrs. Blair who turned five shades of red, but when he pressed them to his face she thought she'd die. Finally, Amy pulled away from the curb with several boys running after the car.
"That was mean," Mrs. Blair said when they were driving again.
"You should have been dressed properly when I picked you up."
"I told you I couldn't dress like that in front of my children."
"Well, it was your choice." And then, after a strained silence, Amy said, "But it sure was fun watching those kids look at you. I bet they're all jerking off now. Hee-hee."
The thought of that shamed Mrs. Blair even more and the rest of the ride was in silence.
When they were greeted by the butler, Mrs. Blair blushed, but he ignored her -- other than looking at her body again. "I must have been just a mouth to get him off," Mrs. Blair thought to herself, and then she admonished herself for thinking that. "What am I becoming? That's disgusting," she thought.
They were led into the big living room again and Mrs. Blair noticed that Bob and Iris were in their robes again. She wondered if they ever dressed. "Must be a Hugh Hefner thing," she thought.
"Oh dear, didn't you get home last night?" Iris asked Mrs. Blair.
"Yes I did."
"Did you sleep in your clothes? Isn't that what you wore yesterday?" Mrs. Blair mumbled a reply and then Iris shouted as if she transformed from Dr. Jekyle to Mr. Hyde, "Get those dirty clothes off!!"
"Wh-What?"
"You heard me. Take those dirty clothes off. I don't want someone in my house wearing the same clothes as the night before. That's disgusting!"
Mrs. Blair lost it for a moment and began yelling. "That's disgusting!! My God, you are all disgusting!! You're all perverted disgusting people!!!"
The silence that fell on the room when Mrs. Blair stopped shouting was deafening. The teacher knew right away that she had made a mistake. All of a sudden she was terrified.
"You are going to pay for that," Bob threatened.
"I-I'm sorry, I had a bad night. Please forgive me," Mrs. Blair begged, tears flowing from her eyes. She thought they were going to use the videotape against her.
Bob summoned the butler and told him to bring all the help into the room. For the next 10 minutes, men and women appeared, dressed in their appropriate uniforms. There was the butler, two maids, a fat cook, and a black gardener. They stood silent, waiting for directions.
Turning to Mrs. Blair, Bob said, "Okay, my wife told you to get those stinking clothes off. Disrobe now!!"
Mrs. Blair looked at the servants for help, but they just stared back. She now had to undress in front of 5 additional people... it would be even more humiliating. But, with shaking hands, Mrs. Blair pulled her tube top over her head and dropped her skirt to her ankles. She didn't have anything on underneath.
"That was easy," Iris said with a chuckle.
Mrs. Blair stood in the middle of the room completely naked while all the clothed people stared at her. She covered her body as best she could with her arms and hands, but it didn't cover much. No one said anything and Mrs. Blair felt like screaming... but that's what got her into this trouble to begin with, so she just stood there shaking.
"You have a big mouth," Bob said, breaking the silence.
"I'm sorry, I jus...."
"Shut up! That's what I mean. You will be punished for that outburst. I have excellent help," he said, waving his hand at the 5 servants lined up side by side, "and from time to time I like to reward them." He paused for a moment and then said with a big smile, "I hear you already rewarded our butler last night."
Mrs. Blair blushed and looked over at the butler. He just smiled back at her.
"Well," Bob continued, "since it was your first time your punishment won't be too bad. You will service each of the servants with your big mouth... right here while we all watch. But first you will be spanked for your rudeness. Amy," Bob said turning to the teenager, "you do the honors."
Amy sat in a chair and motioned for Mrs. Blair to come to her. She then told her former teacher to lie face down across her lap. Mrs. Blair thought she couldn't be humiliated any more than that. She was standing naked in a room filled with people and was going to be spanked by a teenager. But she was afraid and dutifully did as she was ordered.
With her former teacher lying across her thighs, Amy began gently touching Mrs. Blair's soft buttocks. She felt the older woman flinch with each touch. Then, without warning, Amy raised her hand and brought it down hard on Mrs. Blair's ass. The slapping sound reverberated throughout the room and Mrs. Blair let out a shriek. Amy slapped her again, causing another scream... and then again and again. By the time Amy had administered ten hard smacks, Mrs. Blair was in tears. Amy pushed Mrs. Blair off her lap and her former teacher crumbled to the floor, crying like a schoolgirl.
When Mrs. Blair stopped crying, Bob said, "Okay, now you will finish your punishment by servicing the servants. Start at one end of the line... at the butler... and get down on your knees in front of him and beg him to let you bring him off with your mouth. And I want to hear you talk dirty when you're begging. After he cums in your mouth, move to the next one... that would be our cook. Now get to it before I make your punishment worse."
Mrs. Blair crawled on her hands and knees across the room to the butler. Looking up at him she shamed herself by begging, "Please, may I suck your cock?" The butler nodded and pulled his dick out of his suit pants. Mrs. Blair stuffed it in her mouth and brought it to attention and then used the techniques she had learned the night before to bring him off. The butler grunted and filled Mrs. Blair's mouth with his scalding cum.
Mrs. Blair moved sideways, still on her knees, to the next in line. The cook was a gray-haired fat woman that looked to be in her 60's. Mrs. Blair said, "May I please lick your pussy?" The cook nodded and raised her dress. Mrs. Blair yanked the old woman's panties down her legs. The teacher wasn't sure how to lick a woman's pussy while she was standing, so she turned her face upwards and pressed her mouth against the gray hairs covering the cook's cunt. The cook bent at the knees a little and spread her legs, holding the back of Mrs. Blair's head for support. Mrs. Blair felt the cook's bulging belly against the top of her head as she tongue-fucked the old lady and licked her clit until she shuddered and came on Mrs. Blair's face.
Mrs. Blair moved to one of the maids. She was young, maybe 20, and very pretty. Mrs. Blair was pleased that she would be licking the pussy of a young pretty girl rather than the old hag she had just finished with. Then she admonished herself for thinking like that. It was all wrong, so why would she be happier to do it to a young pretty girl? "Please let me lick your pussy," Mrs. Blair asked, humiliating herself in front of all the strangers.
Soon the maid had cum in Mrs. Blair's mouth and so did the second maid who was in her 30's. Then Mrs. Blair moved over to the last servant, the gardener. Mrs. Blair looked up at the large black man and shuddered. She had never associated with Blacks and now she was on her knees before one.
"May I please suck your cock?" Mrs. Blair asked.
"No," he said, which surprised the teacher.
Mrs. Blair looked over her shoulder at Bob and saw that his and Iris' robes were open and they were masturbating each other. Iris' hand was slowly sliding up and down his huge shaft and his fingers were gently playing with her pussy. Mrs. Blair knew she had to do all the servants to finish her punishment.
"Please let me suck your cock. I'm begging you. Please, let me put your cock in my mouth so I can suck it. Please... pretty please," the teacher, wife, and mother belittled herself in front of all these strangers.
The big black gardener nodded his head and Mrs. Blair immediately went for his pants before he changed his mind. She lowered his zipper and fished out his cock. By the smell, it was evident he had been working hard outside, but Mrs. Blair tried to ignore the foul stench and wrapped her lips around his black cock. She began moving her mouth up and down the shaft, using her tongue on the fat head, but she couldn't get him to cum. Mrs. Blair sucked harder, swallowing more and more of him until his cock was buried in her throat and her lips and nose were pressed into his smelly pubic hair. She pulled back so that he was almost all the way out and then swallowed all 7 inches. She did this over and over again, her jaw aching from the effort plus all the work it had already done, but finally the Black gardener shot his load of sperm into her mouth. Mrs. Blair gladly swallowed it all, thankful that she had brought them all off.
Mrs. Blair turned around to face Bob and Iris. She was still on her knees with her face and lips shining from her spit and the servants' juices. She was panting heavily from the exertion.
Bob dismissed the servants and then said to Mrs. Blair, "You better watch your tongue." Iris broke out laughing at the unintentional pun, and soon everyone was laughing. Everyone except Mrs. Blair, that is. She just sat on her heels, cringing at their laughter. When they all settled down, Bob told Mrs. Blair, "Okay, go get cleaned up."
When Mrs. Blair returned to the living room, Bob and Iris had removed their robes and were completely naked. Only Amy was dressed. Mrs. Blair was told to stand in the middle of the room which she uncomfortably did.
Bob and Iris stood up and walked to Mrs. Blair. They turned her this way and that, commenting on her body. Although the remarks were flattering, Mrs. Blair wasn't flattered... she was humiliated. It was like they were examining an object. The thought that came to her mind was the slave auctions before the US Civil War. And that's what she was... a slave. She had lost her freedom. Her body was no longer hers. It belonged to Amy and whoever the teenager gave her to.
"I've wanted to feel these ever since I saw them," Iris said, squeezing Mrs. Blair's breasts.
Mrs. Blair winced when the woman touched her breasts, but she submissively let her. When Iris began flicking her fingers over Mrs. Blair's nipples they stiffened. Mrs. Blair told herself that it was a natural body reaction... that she wasn't enjoying the touch... but it embarrassed her nonetheless. But when Iris began sucking on the hardened nipples, Mrs. Blair couldn't deny the arousal her body felt. A woman's mouth was on her breasts and it gave her pleasure. She wondered again what she was turning into.
Bob meanwhile grabbed Mrs. Blair's chin and tilted her head up towards his. He pressed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue against them, but Mrs. Blair resisted its penetration. Bob pulled away and threatened Mrs. Blair with another punishment if she didn't submit, so the next time she felt his probing tongue she parted her lips. Soon his tongue was moving inside her mouth and she thought she had better respond, so she French kissed the stranger. After all the things that Mrs. Blair had done, this simple act -- a French kiss -- seemed so intimate that she felt like she was cheating on her husband more than ever. But she continued to kiss the stranger.
Iris' hand slipped between Mrs. Blair's legs and fingered her pussy. The woman stopped sucking Mrs. Blair's tit and said, "She sure is wet. I think the slut likes what we're doing."
Mrs. Blair's pussy was getting wet. After all, her breasts were being licked and sucked and she was engaged in a very intimate French kiss. Her body's natural reaction to the caresses was to lubricate. How could she turn that off? However, the fact that they knew she was aroused shamed her even more. An embarrassed flush spread from her breasts to the top of her head.
"I want to taste her," Bob announced. "I wanted to do that ever since I saw her cunt. Slut, sit on the couch."
Mrs. Blair hated him calling her a slut, it was so degrading. But she obediently sat down on the couch. Bob walked over to her and pushed her knees apart. A stranger was staring at her pussy, seeing something that only her husband had the right to see, and Mrs. Blair was allowing it. Bob dropped to his knees and began touching and poking all over her pussy. Mrs. Blair squirmed at the intimacy of the act, but also reacted to being touched there. When Bob spread her labia apart and swiped his tongue between them, Mrs. Blair let out a moan that she regretted as soon as it came out.
When Bob continued licking Mrs. Blair's pussy, she attempted to fight the arousal it caused. But it seemed impossible. It was the first time anyone had ever licked her down there and it was extremely stimulating. Against Mrs. Blair's wishes, her hips began slowly moving.
Bob saw that as a sign that he was getting to the married woman so he increased his efforts. His tongue was licking her with rapid strokes. Mrs. Blair kept moaning as her body betrayed her. When Bob's tongue entered the teacher's hole, Mrs. Blair uncontrollably thrust her hips up, causing his tongue to sink in more. When he began tongue-fucking Mrs. Blair, her hips gyrated out of control.
Bob actually had to grab Mrs. Blair's ass since she was bouncing so much on the couch. He really knew how to use his tongue and was driving Mrs. Blair crazy. When he thought he had brought her to a certain level, Bob shifted and began flicking his tongue over Mrs. Blair's clit. The teacher went ballistic and started screaming as her orgasm swept through her body.
When Mrs. Blair opened her eyes, she saw her three tormentors standing in front of her. They each had big grins on their faces that told Mrs. Blair that she had lost control of her body and enjoyed her pussy licking. Mrs. Blair put her hands over her face and began crying. How could a man other than her husband make her orgasm? How could she enjoy sex with another man? She felt cheap.
"Mrs. Blair, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?" Amy taunted her. "Boy, you screamed so loud I thought the police would be coming... um, but I guess it was only you who was cumming. Hee-hee. Bob has a great tongue, doesn't he? I bet you'll never want to have boring sex with your husband anymore... huh? Once you've cum like that, how could you go back to your dull sex life?"
Mrs. Blair kept crying as her former student belittled her. She was cheating on her husband. She didn't have a choice in the matter, but she didn't have to enjoy it. But she did enjoy it and that was cheating. The orgasm was powerful and Mrs. Blair never felt anything like it in her life. She wondered if she could go back to a life that would never give her that feeling again. She believed that the three people standing in front of her knew what she was thinking and it made her feel worse.
"So, did you like it, Mrs. Blair? Amy asked.
"No."
"No? Bullshit!! We all saw how hard you came. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
"It was wrong and I would never cheat on my husband. My body reacted, not me. I didn't enjoy it."
"You could have fooled me," Bob said, bringing laughter from the other two. "Slut, get on the floor on your back. We'll see how much you do or don't enjoy sex."
But just then the butler entered the room announcing, "Dinner will be ready shortly. Shall we stall?"
"No, James, we'll eat now," Bob replied.
They all went to the dining room where three place settings were on the table -- Bob and Iris' next to each other and Amy's across from them. Mrs. Blair was told to get under the table and suck and lick them while they ate. She was to go from one to the other, teasing them but not making them cum... and she was not allowed to use her hands. Amy giggled and removed her panties and pulled her skirt to her waist before sitting down.
Mrs. Blair crawled under the table and began sucking Bob's cock. After about 5 minutes, she moved over to Iris and nudged the woman's knees apart. She then licked Iris' pussy for a while before moving on to Amy. And that's how it went. She moved from person to person, sucking and licking their genitals. From time to time, someone would toss her a scrap of food like a dog, which she gobbled down quickly realizing how hungry she was. Sometimes she'd crawl between one of the women's legs to find a food item partly sticking out of her cunt -- like a glazed carrot, for example. Mrs. Blair would capture the food between her lips and suck it into her mouth, chewing and swallowing the food that had been inside a juicy cunt. Then she'd lick the pussy until moving to the next person.
"Bob, you're sick," his wife exclaimed, laughing.
"What did he do?" Amy chirped.
"He covered his cock with mashed potatoes."
"Let me see, let me see," Amy exuberantly shouted like the teenager she was.
Amy peeked under the table and saw her former teacher's head between Iris' spread legs. It was obvious Mrs. Blair was licking her pussy. Amy glanced over to Bob's lap and saw his hard-on covered with mashed potatoes. There was a big glob sitting on the cock-head. Mrs. Blair turned on her hands and knees and began crawling towards Amy since it was her turn next. Mrs. Blair's face was covered in saliva and pussy juice. When their eyes met, Mrs. Blair felt totally disgraced and she had to look down. Her eyes came to rest between Amy's legs and she saw the carrot sticking out of the teenager's cunt. Amy saw where her former teacher was staring and pushed the carrot in almost all the way before pulling it back out. Then she used it like a dildo, getting it completely coated with her juices.
Mrs. Blair was about to lock her lips around the part of the carrot sticking from Amy's pussy when the teenager squealed, "Clean Bob's cock first."
Mrs. Blair turned on her hands and knees and then squealed herself when she felt something shoved up her cunt. She looked over her shoulder and saw Amy leaning close to her. Amy told her to leave the carrot inside until they were done. Mrs. Blair then crawled between Bob's splayed legs.
Mrs. Blair looked at the mashed potato covered cock and winced. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of the big cock as she could. Mrs. Blair dragged her lips up and off the cock, sucking the mashed potatoes into her mouth where she swallowed it. Then she licked the rest of the cock clean.
Amy was giggling all the while Mrs. Blair was eating the mashed potatoes from Bob's cock. When Mrs. Blair turned around she saw her former student with her head still beneath the table, watching her degrade herself. Amy's hand was busy ramming the carrot in and out of her pussy. When Mrs. Blair was once again between the teenager's legs, the carrot was buried almost all the way inside the teenager's twat. She fished it out with her tongue and lips, sucking the very soggy carrot into her mouth where she chewed and swallowed it.
While servicing her tormentors under the table, Mrs. Blair heard them talking about her and laughing. It was so humiliating. Dinner lasted almost two hours and, by the time Mrs. Blair was allowed to crawl out from under the table, her knees were sore and her jaw was aching. She was led back into the living room and told to lie on the floor.
Mrs. Blair watched as Bob dropped to his knees beside her and began diddling her clit. Mrs. Blair tried hard not to let him arouse her, but it was impossible. His very gentle touch felt wonderful to her and her hips began moving on their own. Bob tugged on Mrs. Blair's leg closest to him and she automatically allowed it to separate from her other leg. This opened her more.
"Hey, what's this?" Bob said surprised.
Amy giggled and Mrs. Blair blushed knowing what he was referring to. The carrot that Amy shoved up Mrs. Blair's pussy was still inside her. Bob pulled it out and held it to Mrs. Blair's lips. She defiantly kept them closed for a moment, but then submissively parted them. Bob slipped the soggy carrot inside Mrs. Blair's mouth and the three watched her painfully chew and swallow it.
Bob returned to Mrs. Blair's clit, now having better access with her legs parted. He rubbed it and Mrs. Blair's body kept moving in response. The teacher closed her eyes and tried to fight the feeling. The others saw the strain on her face and snickered.
Mrs. Blair suddenly opened her eyes when she felt a weight on her body. She saw the grinning face of Bob as he lay over her prone body. His hands were pressing her arms to the floor and then she felt fingers on her cunt. She looked past Bob and saw Amy kneeling at his hip. Amy was separating her former teacher's labia and then....
"OH GOD NO!!!!" Mrs. Blair screamed.
Amy pointed Bob's cock at the entrance to Mrs. Blair's womanhood. When the man felt her softness surround the tip of his cock, Bob pushed his hips down and sunk the fat head of his cock into Mrs. Blair's pussy.
"Please, not that!" Mrs. Blair wailed. "Please, I'm married. You can't do that. Oh god not that!! NO!"
But Bob didn't care about Mrs. Blair's feelings and kept pushing. More and more of his big cock slipped into her very moist pussy. Mrs. Blair started to buck under him to dislodge him, but it had the opposite effect. He sunk deeper and deeper inside her.
Mrs. Blair's eyes opened wide as more than half of Bob's cock was buried in her pussy. She never felt so full in her life. Her tight pussy automatically gripped the intruding object and the friction caused by it rubbing along her pussy walls was electrifying. By the time Bob had all 10 inches inside her, Mrs. Blair thought she was going to pass out.
Bob began a slow, deliberate fuck. He gradually pulled his cock out of the tight sheath, only to push it back in. Mrs. Blair was now moaning and soon her hips began thrusting upwards with each of his downward thrusts. He was fucking her and she was fucking him back. When Bob leaned forward and made sure his thick dick rubbed against Mrs. Blair's clit as he fucked her, the wife of another man began to go wild.
Then Bob stopped with only his cock-head inside Mrs. Blair's pussy.
"Don't stop," the married woman begged the stranger who was fucking her. "Please don't stop."
"So, you like it?" Bob asked, looking down into Mrs. Blair's face.
"N-No, I don't. It's cheating," she said confused.
"If it's cheating and you don't enjoy it, then I shouldn't be doing it."
Bob sunk his cock in about three inches and then pulled back to where he had been... and waited. Mrs. Blair's hips tried to push up to get more of his cock into her pussy, but it didn't work.
"No, please don't stop," Mrs. Blair begged while her body was trying to move under him. "Please don't stop."
"If you tell me you like it I will continue," Bob said.
"Oh no, don't make me cheat. Please, don't make me." Bob moved his cock in and out a little, making sure it hit Mrs. Blair's clit. "Oh yes, I like it! Please do it. Please do it."
Amy, the little minx, leaned over and put her face right next to her former teacher's and asked, "Mrs. Blair, are you sure you want Bob to fuck you?"
"Yes, please," the frantic woman begged.
"Then tell Bob so we can all hear. Beg him to fuck you," Amy said with a glint in her eye.
"Bob, please fuck me. For god's sake, fuck me now," Mrs. Blair humiliated herself by screaming. Amy whispered in her former teacher's ear and Mrs. Blair shamed herself further by yelling, "Fuck me like my husband never has. He can't fuck me like you. Fuck me hard with your big cock. Please, do it now!"
Bob didn't hesitate and began moving his huge cock in and out of Mrs. Blair's pussy. The mother of two, who had been a faithful wife for so many years, moved her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. The teacher was fucking the stranger back. Bob picked up speed, pounding Mrs. Blair's pussy with his cock while she moaned and screamed her pleasure. Mrs. Blair's head was moving from side to side as she experienced a feeling that she had never felt before. She was about to have her first intercourse induced climax... and then she exploded.
"Aaaeeeyyyyyooowwww!!!!" screamed the married woman with another man's cock inside her.
Bob felt Mrs. Blair's body convulse so he rammed his cock in and out of her even harder. He made sure his shaft was continuously rubbing against her clit. He had a very large cock and knew how to use it. Before long Mrs. Blair was screaming again, as another massive orgasm swept through her humping body... and then another... and another.
Bob finally held steady as he flooded Mrs. Blair's womb with his scalding sperm. Mrs. Blair felt the hot substance enter her, but it only triggered another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around the stranger and held him tight so as not to lose any of his semen.
When Mrs. Blair finally came down from her euphoric state, she dropped her legs to the ground and looked up at the smiling face of the man whose cock was still inside her pussy. Her eyes glanced from Amy to Iris and saw them smiling too. She realized what she had done and began uncontrollably weeping. She cheated on her husband and she couldn't use the blackmail as an excuse. She begged the man to fuck her.
Bob pulled out and Mrs. Blair curled up into the fetal position, still crying from shame. She felt the adulterous sperm spilling from her pussy and wanted to die. She cheated on her husband and couldn't deny it. She loved the hard fuck from the big cock and couldn't deny it. She had wanted him to fuck her, and she couldn't deny that either. She begged him to fuck her. How could she ever face her husband again? But worst of all, she didn't know if she could go back to the type of lovemaking her husband made. His dick was so much smaller than Bob's and he pumped in and out of her only a few times before finishing. She never felt anything like she had when Bob fucked her.
When Mrs. Blair stopped crying she was told to pleasure Iris. She had her first girl/girl French kiss and, despite the fact that the prim married straight woman found it sinful, the other woman's mouth and lips were softer than she had ever experienced. There was something very sensual about kissing another woman. Mrs. Blair was then made to suck Iris' long nipples and play with her large breasts. And, inevitably, Mrs. Blair found her face between Iris' plump thighs, licking her enormous clit and tongue-fucking her. When Iris came, she squirted her girl-cum into Mrs. Blair's mouth and all over her face.
Afterwards, Mrs. Blair dressed and the butler was called to escort Amy and Mrs. Blair to the front door. Without panties, Mrs. Blair felt Bob's sperm dripping down her inner thighs.
"Would you like her mouth again?" Amy asked the butler.
"Miss Amy, I'd prefer a good fuck," the butler answered to Mrs. Blair's dismay.
They bent the married woman, mother, and respected teacher over so that her hands were clutching the two doorknobs of the big double doors and her ass was sticking out. Amy hiked Mrs. Blair's tight skirt up her thighs until they were at her hips.
"Looks like the master unloaded a big load," the butler said looking at Mrs. Blair's leaking pussy.
Mrs. Blair felt she was more humiliated each moment. The servant was now commenting on the amount of sperm the man deposited in her pussy. It was physical proof of her adultery. How embarrassing.
Mrs. Blair felt one of the butler's hands on her hip and then his cock slip into her pussy. Once seated, his other hand rested on her other hip. Then he began pumping his cock in and out of her. She was standing in the foyer of a stranger's mansion, bent over at the waist, while the butler fucked her from behind. She was letting yet another man fuck her... fuck the pussy that was supposed to be used only by her husband. She didn't know how much more she could endure. When the butler emptied his balls inside her, Mrs. Blair was allowed to stand up and pull her short skirt down. Then she and Amy went to her car and drove to her house. She felt even more sperm dripping from her pussy onto her car seat.
When they got to Mrs. Blair's house, Amy walked her to the front door. The teenager put her hands under her skirt and removed her panties. To Mrs. Blair's shock, Amy lifted her skirt to her waist.
"Bring me off," Amy told her former teacher.
"What?"
"Lick me... eat my pussy."
"Here? My god, right outside my door?"
"Yes, unless you want to go into one of your kid's rooms and do it there. I bet your little daughter would like to watch her mother lick a pussy. I know your son would."
"Why are you so mean to me?" Mrs. Blair asked, almost in tears.
"Because you were mean to me and my sister. Now get down on your knees and eat me."
Mrs. Blair dropped to her knees on her porch outside the front door. The light on the wall had been turned on by her children to facilitate their mother's entry. But now it illuminated the porch and their mother on her knees. Her former student was holding her skirt up, flaunting her pussy in front of Mrs. Blair's face. Mrs. Blair reached around Amy and grabbed her buttocks as she buried her face into the young girl's pussy.
"Play with yourself too," Amy panted as she felt her former teacher's tongue on her cunt. "We are both going to cum before you go inside."
Mrs. Blair's hand went between her thighs and onto her pussy. She couldn't believe how much sperm met her hand. She stuck a finger inside and it literally sloshed around. Feeling disgusted, she pulled her finger out and began rubbing her clit... rubbing two men's sperm over her clit. Meanwhile, her tongue was active on Amy's pussy. By now she knew exactly what to do to please a woman and soon had her former student squirming.
"Oh yes, lick my pussy," Amy called out.
"Sshhh," Mrs. Blair shushed the younger girl after pulling her head back, "you'll wake my children."
"Get back to eating my cunt," Amy scolded the older woman. "I'll yell as loud as I want. Get me off fast and maybe they won't wake up."
Mrs. Blair frantically sucked and licked Amy's pussy, trying to make her climax as quickly as possible. Amy, all the time, was moaning and talking loudly about how good it felt. Mrs. Blair kept rubbing her own clit, but her attention was focused on Amy. Finally, Amy shuddered and climaxed.
"Well, Mrs. Blair, you didn't cum yet," Amy said. "Finish yourself off and then you can go inside."
Amy positioned Mrs. Blair so that she was sitting on the top step of her porch, facing the street. Her legs were wide apart and her fingers were mauling her pussy. Fingers from one hand were finger-fucking her cum-filled hole while a cum-covered finger from her other hand was rubbing her clit. Mrs. Blair kept looking towards the street and at her neighbors' houses, worried about people seeing her. And then a car stopped in front of her house as the driver peered through his window. Mrs. Blair couldn't believe a total stranger (she hoped) was looking between her spread legs watching her masturbate on her front porch. She was determined to finish as quickly as possible and masturbated more urgently. Soon, the feelings overtook her and her eyes closed while she continued to frig herself to a climax.
Amy told her she was free to go into her house. Mrs. Blair watched the car pull away and then closed the front door behind her. She leaned against the door and breathed hard, partly from anxiety but also from her recent orgasm.
"Mom, what was all that noise?" her fourteen year old daughter asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Mrs. Blair held her breath. She was standing in front of her daughter dressed in soiled clothes -- a tight tube top and very short tight red skirt. She had no underwear on and cum was dripping down her thighs. Her hair was disheveled and she had Amy's pussy juices and Iris' girl-cum on her face.
"Darling, please go back to sleep," Mrs. Blair said breathlessly.
Her daughter, still mostly asleep, turned and went back to bed. Mrs. Blair clutched her breast with her hand -- over her heart -- and gasped. That was too close. What would she have said to her daughter if she had been more awake?
Mrs. Blair took a bath and washed her slutty clothes before going to bed.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 5
