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 abused again, but she experienced her first real fuck and loved it, although she felt guilty about it. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4. |
Chapter 9
All day Sunday, Mrs. Blair feared that Amy would call or show up at her house. She did some household chores, fed her growing children breakfast and lunch, and then went to the grocery store. She returned home and quickly checked her answering machine for messages, but there were none. She fed her children dinner and they watched TV. When the phone rang Mrs. Blair's heart went to her stomach, but it was her husband calling from his business trip telling her that he missed her a lot and jokingly asked if she had been bored without him. Mrs. Blair felt the shame of adultery spread through her body, but simply answered that she missed him too. When they all went to bed, Mrs. Blair was relieved that nothing had happened to her.
Mrs. Blair was not as lucky at school the next day. She was approached by Amy's sister, Suzanne, who handed her a folded piece of paper. Mrs. Blair anxiously opened it and read the message. She looked up at Suzanne who was smiling.
"D-Did you read it?" Mrs. Blair asked, embarrassed.
"Of course," the 18 year old said with a sinister laugh, "I know all about it.
"What do you know?" the teacher asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Amy told me all about you and... um, what you've been doing. I especially liked the part with the mashed potatoes," Suzanne said, and then burst into laughter.
Mrs. Blair turned crimson and looked about the crowded school hall. "D-Did you tell anyone?" Mrs. Blair asked sheepishly.
"Naw, Amy told me not to." Then she added, "Unless you fuck up and don't do what we say."
Mrs. Blair heard the "we" and wondered if Suzanne had meant that literally. Was she another one who would control her?
"Gotta go to class, Teach," Suzanne said, and disappeared into the mass of teenagers scurrying through the halls.
Mrs. Blair sat at her desk waiting for her students to arrive and settle in. She was reading Amy's note over and over again. Why did Amy want her to buy condoms? Her former student knew she was on the pill, and even watched her be fucked without the use of them. But the note was crystal clear -- "During your lunch period today, buy two condoms and meet me at the mall by the fountain. Don't dally because you will have a lot to do before getting back to school for your next class."
Mrs. Blair rushed to her car when her last class before lunch ended. Amy had warned her that she wasn't going to have much time so she hurried. She drove to the closest drug store and entered. She had never bought a condom before. In her mind, it was something only men did... and maybe prostitutes. She was nervous but couldn't waste time so she located the prophylactic section and grabbed two condoms. When she paid, she thought the checkout girl was looking at her strange. She probably was. Mrs. Blair was embarrassed, but dropped the condoms into her purse and drove to the mall. She saw Amy sitting on a bench by the fountain and sat down next to her.
"Did you get them?" Amy asked. Mrs. Blair shook her head in the affirmative. "Show me."
Mrs. Blair opened her purse and held it in front of Amy's face -- the condoms were on top.
"Okay Mrs. Blair, I have to get back to work. Suzanne's in your class right after lunch, right?" Mrs. Blair nodded. "Yeah, that's what she told me. Since I'm now your teacher, I'm gonna give you an assignment." Mrs. Blair looked at her former student with apprehension. "I want you to fill those two condoms, then buy a salad to go, and bring them to Suzanne. She'll be waiting for you in your classroom."
Mrs. Blair had a blank stare on her face, not understanding Amy's instructions. She asked, "Fill them with what?"
The younger girl laughed at her former teacher's naïveté and said, "With sperm, you idiot."
Mrs. Blair's complexion faded as the blood drained from her face. "H-How can I do that?" she asked, incredulously.
"That's your problem... but time's a wasting. So you better get going. If Suzanne tells me you were late, then you're gonna get punished. And if you don't do exactly what she tells you when you get back, then... well, you just better or else...."
Amy got up and left, leaving Mrs. Blair sitting alone in a daze. She looked at her watch and realized a lot of time had already passed. She didn't know what to do. Well, she knew that she was going to fill the condoms, but she didn't know how she was going to do it. The teacher looked around at the people as if seeking their help, but how could they help her? How could anyone help her?
Mrs. Blair saw a man staring at her. In the past she would have been angry, feeling dirty that someone other than her husband was ogling her, but now she realized he could help. She got up and walked towards him. The man looked uneasy, as if being caught doing something wrong and looked anywhere but at Mrs. Blair.
"Excuse me," Mrs. Blair began, not really knowing what to say, "I was wondering if you could help me."
The stranger glanced at the pretty woman camouflaged by frumpy clothes and said, "Uh, sure."
Now Mrs. Blair was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say, but the clock was ticking so she had to say something. "I made a bet with someone and I lost," Mrs. Blair began her concoction. "Will you help me?" she asked, miserably.
"Dunno. What do I have to do?"
"I need to fill two condoms with sperm," Mrs. Blair said, totally humiliating herself.
The man's jaw dropped in shock, but no words came from his open mouth. He automatically looked at her left hand and saw the wedding ring and snickered saying, "Let's go to my place."
"I-I don't have the time. I have to be back at... um, I have a time limit. Please, I really need your help," Mrs. Blair pleaded.
"You don't expect us to do it right here, do you?"
"Uh no. Um, what do you mean us?" the perplexed teacher asked.
"You don't expect me to jerk off by myself, do you?"
That's exactly what Mrs. Blair expected. She looked at the man and nodded, her eyes imploring.
"No fuckin' way!" he said too loudly, and Mrs. Blair looked around at the other people nearby. "Look lady, I expect at least a hand-job."
Mrs. Blair glanced at her watch and realized they were taking much too long. She didn't have time to negotiate. "Okay, I'll do that," she said.
The stranger looked around and grabbed Mrs. Blair by the wrist. Before she realized it, she was being whisked away, almost running to keep up with the man. The next thing she knew was that she was being dragged into the men's restroom and into one of the stalls. The two of them stood next to each other in the small area in silence and then the man undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles -- his boxers soon followed.
Mrs. Blair was standing in a stall, in the men's restroom, next to a half naked stranger. She looked at his soft dick and automatically compared its size to her husband's, to Bob's, the butler's, and the gardener's. Why was she thinking about all the other cocks?
Mrs. Blair opened her purse and took out one of the condoms. She opened the package and held the unfamiliar item in her fingers. It was the first one she had ever seen and it took her a moment to realize it was rolled up. She handed it to the stranger, but he didn't take it from her.
"You want it filled... you put it on," he said coldly. Mrs. Blair stared at the condom again and began unrolling it. "Lady, you better be doing that on my cock or else you won't get it on," he informed her.
Mrs. Blair blushed. She really was very ignorant when it came to sexual matters. Amy was correct about that. She positioned the open end at the tip of the man's cock and tried to unroll it.
"Lady, what planet are you from? My cock has to be hard first."
Again Mrs. Blair blushed. This was so embarrassing. She stared at the limp dick, willing it to stiffen, but it just hung there. The teacher reached out and grabbed it, feeling its velvety texture, and began squeezing and stroking it. Her efforts were rewarded when the stranger's cock became erect. Mrs. Blair once again positioned the open part of the condom around the cock-head and slid the ring over it, unrolling the rubber down the shaft.
Mrs. Blair began a slow wank, moving her fist up and down the shaft. She thought to herself that at least she wasn't actually touching his cock anymore, although the condom was so thin she could feel every feature of his organ. She remembered her time was running out and began stroking faster. The man put his hands on her shoulders and began humping his hips as the humiliated wife and mother jerked him off. Soon the man froze, digging his fingers into her shoulders as he orgasmed. Mrs. Blair looked at the end of the condom and saw his white goo fill the part designed to capture it.
When the man relaxed, his cock immediately began softening. Mrs. Blair carefully pulled the used condom off his cock and tied the open end with a twister Amy had provided. She put the full condom in her purse and took out the other one.
"What the hell are you doing?" the man asked.
"I need two filled," Mrs. Blair answered sheepishly.
"Well, I'm done. You'll have to get it somewhere else," he informed her and redressed.
Before Mrs. Blair knew it, she was standing alone in a stall in the men's restroom. She looked at her watch and panicked. She was running out of time. Just then she heard someone enter. She cowered in the stall, waiting for him to leave, but then realized she didn't have the time to do that. She boldly stepped out of the stall into the main part of the restroom.
An old man was standing over the urinal, pissing. He looked over his shoulder and gasped.
"Please don't yell," Mrs. Blair begged. "Please, I need help."
"Did someone rape you?" the concerned elderly man asked, shaking the last of his urine from his cock and stuffing it back into his pants.
"No, it's not that. I lost a bet and need to fill two condoms with sperm," Mrs. Blair said, using the same contrived story. "But the man I came in with only filled one. Could you fill the other?" she asked, blushing a deep shade of red.
The man's eyes looked the woman up and down and then said, "Sure, my pleasure."
Déjà vu... Mrs. Blair found herself in the stall with another stranger. He too dropped his clothes to the floor and Mrs. Blair saw his cock hanging down his thigh. His was bigger than the other man's. In fact, it was bigger than all the others except Bob's. Mrs. Blair hated herself for thinking like that, but it seemed to happen automatically.
Mrs. Blair now knew she couldn't put a condom on a flaccid cock so she instantly grabbed it and began stroking. But unlike the other man, the old guy's cock wasn't responding. She looked up at him afraid he was impotent.
"Best use your mouth," he said.
Mrs. Blair stared at him in disbelief, but when she realized she was running out of time she didn't have a choice. The respected teacher, loving mother, and faithful wife, dropped to her knees on the sticky floor and stuffed the old man's cock in her mouth. She thought she tasted the remains of his recent piss, but she ignored that disgusting thought. Mrs. Blair sucked and used her tongue like she had recently learned, and soon the cock became hard. Mrs. Blair jumped to her feet, opened the package, and rolled the condom onto the erect dick. She realized how much better she did it the second time, but then kicked herself mentally for thinking that.
Mrs. Blair's hand began moving up and down the condom-covered cock. She moved her fist faster and faster, but she couldn't seem to get the old man to cum. Glancing at her watch, she knew if he didn't orgasm soon, she'd never get back to school on time. Remembering how much more effective her mouth had been getting him hard, she dropped to her knees again and put the man's cock in her mouth, sucking it through the rubber. Her head moved back and forth while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt him enter her throat but didn't care, she was running out of time. In desperation, Mrs. Blair grabbed the base of his long cock and began jerking him off while her mouth moved up and down the shaft. It did the job and soon the man was squealing as he filled the condom with his sperm. Mrs. Blair felt the warmth of his cum through the rubber and pulled her head away.
The teacher carefully removed the second condom and tied it with a twister, placing it in her purse alongside the other one. She ran out of the stall and towards the restroom door. Yanking the door open, another man entering the restroom collided with her and Mrs. Blair fell onto her butt. The man looked down at the woman in the men's restroom completely stunned. Mrs. Blair gathered herself and scrambled to her feet, dashing out the door. She didn't stop running until she was at the food court.
Thankfully, there was not a line and Mrs. Blair got her salad quickly, remembering to tell them no dressing. She ran to her car and looked at her watch one last time. Mrs. Blair put the pedal to the metal, causing her tires to screech as she left the mall's parking lot. She parked in the teacher's parking lot at school and ran to her classroom. She got there about 5 minutes before the class was to begin. Suzanne was waiting for her.
"I see you have your salad, do you have the other too?" the teenager asked.
"Yes, in my purse," Mrs. Blair said panting, out of breath.
"Let me see." Mrs. Blair opened her purse and showed the girl the two condoms. "Okay, pour the contents on your salad."
"What?!!"
"You heard me. Amy told me to have you eat your salad during the class and she specifically told me what dressing to use. You either pour it on now or you'll be doing it with the other kids watching," Suzanne warned.
Mrs. Blair opened the lid to the salad container and stared at her lunch. Then she looked in her purse at the two full condoms. The teacher quickly looked to make sure no one else was there and untied one of the condoms. She turned it over and poured the gooey liquid onto her salad. When Suzanne told her to, she pressed her thumb and forefinger together, trapping the condom between them, and slid them down the length, pushing as much sperm out as possible. Mrs. Blair threw the empty condom into her purse and repeated the procedure with the second one. Suzanne watched with an evil smile as her teacher tossed the salad, spreading the sperm over the entire contents. Just then the students began filtering into the classroom and Mrs. Blair quickly put the second condom into her purse. Suzanne sat in her seat and smiled at her teacher, motioning for her to begin eating.
Mrs. Blair stuck the plastic fork into the cum-covered vegetables and brought it to her mouth. She closed her lips around it and pulled the food into her mouth. She immediately tasted the semen and gagged. She was eating the sperm of two complete strangers. Two men she had used her hand and mouth on, making them cum in a condom. And then she squeezed that semen onto her salad. She continued to eat, feeling Suzanne's eyes on her. Mrs. Blair was once again humiliated beyond belief, but she finished the entire cum-laced salad in front of around 35 students, one of them actually knowing what she was eating.
At the end of her class, Suzanne handed Mrs. Blair another note before leaving.
Chapter 10
Mrs. Blair's last class of the day had ended but she was still in her classroom, sitting at her desk. The piece of paper lay atop the oak surface, and she kept staring at it with her elbows on the desk and her face cradled in her hands. It was the note Suzanne has given her earlier in the day. Amy's handwriting was scribbled across the white paper, ordering Mrs. Blair to do whatever Suzanne told her to. The teacher saw no end to her nightmare as her salty tears dropped onto the desktop.
Mrs. Blair looked up when Suzanne entered her room. The teacher's eyes bored into her student, the sister of her tormentor, as the pretty girl approached. Suzanne told Mrs. Blair to get up from her chair, and then sat down in her place. The teacher was left standing, waiting for her student to say something. She hated feeling submissive to a student, especially a beautiful one who used her looks to get what she wanted.
"Today's my boyfriend's birthday," Suzanne said after what seemed like a long time to Mrs. Blair. The teacher just stood there without speaking. "I really wanted to get him a special present," the teenager continued. Again, Mrs. Blair didn't know where the girl was going so she remained silent. "I asked Amy for her advice." At the mention of Amy's name, Mrs. Blair tensed up. "She suggested I give him you for a present."
"What?" Mrs. Blair almost shouted.
"Yeah, he has a thing for older women," Suzanne explained, "and... well, there are things he wants to do that I won't do. But Amy said you'd do anything." And then after a pause, the teenager said, "Jeez, Mrs. Blair... anything? Does your husband know how big a slut you are?"
"I have a very normal sex life with my husband," Mrs. Blair said in her defense, but it backfired.
"Oh, then you only do anything with other people. You do with others what you won't do with your own husband. So you're not just a slut, but a cuckold too," Suzanne said with a snicker.
Mrs. Blair's tears started flowing again as her student belittled her in her own classroom.
"You know, Mrs. Blair, there are things my boyfriend won't do for me as well. No matter how many times I ask him, he refuses to lick my cunt. Amy says it feels great, but he won't do it. So, Mrs. Blair, why don't you get under the desk and eat me."
"Please, can't we go somewhere else?"
Suzanne had listened when Amy told her about Mrs. Blair, but had been skeptical. However, when she saw the two cum-filled condoms in her teacher's purse, and then saw her teacher spread the cum over her salad and eat it in front of her class, Suzanne began to believe her sister. But now when her teacher didn't object to eating her, only the location, she became a believer.
"Sorry Teach, this is where I want it... sitting at your desk. Then, every time we're in the classroom, you'll remember what you did right here. Now get under the desk and get busy."
Mrs. Blair was a defeated woman. She couldn't fight them all. After looking around to make sure no one would see her, the teacher crawled under her own desk in her own classroom. She looked up from the confined area and saw her student's knees apart. Mrs. Blair reached under Suzanne's skirt and grabbed the teenager's panties, slightly tugging on them. Suzanne lifted her butt off the chair -- Mrs. Blair's chair -- which facilitated their removal. Suzanne spread her legs wide apart and looked down at her teacher kneeling uncomfortably under the desk.
Mrs. Blair stared at Suzanne's blonde bush in disgust, but didn't hesitate to lean forward and press her mouth against it. She used her lips and tongue rather well, having had quite a bit of recent experience, and caused her student to squirm. Mrs. Blair wanted to bring Suzanne off as quickly as possible so she began finger-fucking the teenager while licking her clit.
Suzanne pushed the chair more under the desk, cramping Mrs. Blair even more, but the teacher thought it was because Suzanne was pushing her pussy more into Mrs. Blair's face. She adjusted to the more confined space by shifting slightly, but kept on licking and fingering her student's pussy. But then she froze with her mouth on Suzanne's twat and her finger inside it.
"What are you doing here?" she heard someone say.
Mrs. Blair panicked. She was under her desk, bringing her student off with her mouth and finger, and someone else was in the room. She was trapped and would never be able to talk her way out of it. She held her breath and tried not to make a sound, although her heart was beating so loud she was sure the others could hear it.
"I'm waiting for Mrs. Blair," Suzanne lied.
"Where is she?" the voice asked.
"I think she's eating something," the teenager said, and couldn't hold back a slight giggle.
"Well don't touch anything and tell Mrs. Blair that I was here."
"Okay, Mr. Hendersen," Suzanne replied.
Mrs. Blair held her breath even longer this time. Mr. Hendersen was the principal... her boss. She was eating one of her students while he was in the room. The teacher thought she was going to pass out, but then the chair rolled back a little and Suzanne looked down at her.
"Well, you are eating," the teenager said and began laughing hard. When her laughter stopped, she looked under the desk again and said, "Eat some more, it feels better than I thought it would."
Suzanne spread her legs and Mrs. Blair went back to licking her student's pussy. Her tongue and fingers did the job and soon Suzanne was bucking her hips. With a little squeal, the teenager came on her teacher's face.
"That was great," Suzanne exclaimed, "we'll have to do it again." Mrs. Blair sulked at that. "C'mon, Jerry's waiting."
"Jerry?" Mrs. Blair asked.
"Yeah, my boyfriend. C'mon."
Mrs. Blair followed the bubbly teenager through the quiet halls and into the parking lot. They approached a car with a boy of around 19 or 20 sitting in the driver's seat, pounding the steering wheel to the beat of the blaring music. Suzanne knocked on the window and the boy lowered it. She signaled for him to turn off the radio and, when he did, she yelled, "Happy Birthday!"
"What's she doing here?" he asked his girlfriend.
"She's your birthday present, silly."
"My what?!"
"I'll explain after we get out of here. Mrs. Blair, get in the front and I'll go in the back."
Jerry began to complain, but Suzanne shushed him and he sullenly sat quietly. They drove away, no one speaking for a while.
"You said you had a thing for older women," Suzanne began, "well, I'm giving you one for your birthday."
Jerry glanced at Mrs. Blair and asked, "Is she a hooker?"
"No, she's my teacher."
Jerry slammed on the brakes and stopped the car right in the middle of the street. It's a good thing no one was behind him. He looked at Mrs. Blair who couldn't face him. He realized where he had stopped the car and began driving again.
"You're Suzanne's teacher?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes," Mrs. Blair replied quietly.
"So, what's the deal?" he asked, still confused.
"She will do whatever I tell her to do," Suzanne said, leaning on the back of the front seat. "Anything, even those things you want me to do that I didn't want to. So, do you like my present?" the teenager asked cheerfully.
"This is some sort of gag, right?" Jerry asked, not believing his girlfriend.
Suzanne frowned, her big surprise not going as she had planned. "You wanted me to blow you while you were driving... right?"
"Uh, yeah," Jerry replied, glancing over at the older woman sitting next to him for her reaction.
"Well, Mrs. Blair will do it for you... right now. Go on, Mrs. Blair, suck my boyfriend's cock while he's driving."
Mrs. Blair looked back at the teenager, but Suzanne gave her a stern stare. Mrs. Blair shifted and began undoing Jerry's pants.
"What the...!" the boy exclaimed.
"Just relax. Mrs. Blair will do all the work. I just thought of something. She'll get to do something else I wouldn't. Mrs. Blair, Jerry always wanted to cum in my mouth when I sucked him, but I didn't let him. I think that's gross. But you'll do it for him, won't you? Don't answer, that's a rhetorical question. Suck Jerry off and let him cum in your mouth. Now get to it."
Jerry drove silently while the older woman, his girlfriend's teacher, opened his pants and pulled out his cock -- it was already semi-erect. To his astonishment, the woman leaned over and took his cock into her mouth and began sucking it. Soon her head was bobbing up and down while her tongue swirled around his throbbing cock. He found it hard to drive and for once in the boy's life, he wasn't speeding.
Jerry began humping his hips, trying to get more of his cock into the teacher's mouth. Mrs. Blair relaxed her throat muscles and let his cock enter her throat. The boy was receiving the best blow-job of his life and, the fact that it was happening in broad daylight while he was driving, was too much for him. He forced his eyes open to watch the road while he unloaded his hot semen into his girlfriend's teacher's mouth.
They heard Mrs. Blair noisily swallowing Jerry's cum and the slurping sounds she made sucking the rest out of his cock. When no more sperm came forth, Mrs. Blair sat up and moved as far away from Jerry as possible.
"Fuckin' A," Jerry shouted.
"Do you like your present now?" Suzanne asked hopefully.
"Fuckin' A," he repeated.
Mrs. Blair thought to herself that he needed to increase his vocabulary. She also glanced at the still hard cock sticking out of his pants. Once again she compared it to the others she had seen. It was getting difficult to remember all of them, there were so many.
"What next?" Jerry asked.
"Anything you want, baby," Suzanne informed him.
"Wow, I wanna fuck her." Mrs. Blair shuddered at his crude comment. "Let's go to her house."
"My god, no, we can't! My children are home!" Mrs. Blair cried out.
"She's right," Suzanne acknowledged. "We even called them before leaving the school to tell them she'd be home late. Let's go to our spot."
Mrs. Blair breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what "our spot" meant, but at least it wasn't her house. She didn't know what she would have done if Suzanne had insisted on going to her house. Some day she may have to face that dilemma.
They drove in silence until they pulled into a wooded area. Jerry drove down a dirt road and parked the car in a rather secluded area. He turned to face Suzanne and pulled her face to his, giving her a very passionate French kiss. Then they all got out of the car.
"I want to see her naked," Jerry said.
"Strip, Mrs. Blair," Suzanne ordered.
"I can't take my clothes off here. Someone may come by. Please don't make me," Mrs. Blair begged.
"Sorry Mrs. Blair, it's Jerry's birthday and you do whatever he wants. Now strip."
They watched as Mrs. Blair slowly removed her clothing. The teacher kept looking around like an owl, trying to see in every direction, to make sure no one else was there and could see. When she was down to her bra and panties, her hands were shaking too much to unclasp the bra. Jerry unhooked it for her and pulled it off. Her large breasts were now bare. Then Mrs. Blair pushed her panties down her legs until she slipped them off her feet. The teacher, and wife, was standing in front of two much younger people in the woods, totally naked.
"Wow, she's a knockout," Jerry exclaimed when he saw the older woman without her frumpy clothes on. Suzanne agreed and was totally surprised. Mrs. Blair felt humiliated standing naked in the woods while two teenagers ogled her body. "Suck my cock again to get me ready," Jerry said.
Mrs. Blair dropped to her knees on the dirt floor and began sucking and licking Jerry's cock. He grabbed her head and began humping his hips, fucking her face.
"Oh, this is so cool," Suzanne bubbled. "Who would have thought old Mrs. Blair would be such a good cocksucker?"
Mrs. Blair's eyes painfully looked up at her student, but she kept her lips locked around the cock moving in and out of her mouth. Since Jerry was moving back and forth, there was no need for Mrs. Blair to move her head. She simply positioned the flat of her tongue along the bottom of Jerry's cock as he rammed it in and out of her mouth. She gagged a few times as he entered her throat but, by relaxing her muscles, she was able to let him slide in without choking.
Jerry pulled his cock from Mrs. Blair's mouth and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and pushed her against his car. When he roughly pulled her hips towards him, Mrs. Blair lost her balance and grabbed the side of the car. She was now in the position the boy wanted -- bent over with her ass in the air.
Jerry pointed his cock at her open pussy and pushed in... all the way. Mrs. Blair grunted at the suddenness of it. She was being fucked like a dog, from behind, like the butler had fucked her. She was amazed that there were so many perverted people in the world who performed abnormal sex. But she didn't have a choice and leaned against the car fender as Jerry rammed his cock in and out of her pussy.
"This is so cool," Suzanne exclaimed. "That's my teacher getting fucked. Old Mrs. Blair is naked in the woods, sticking her ass out, and my boyfriend is fucking her. I love it!"
"You love it? Shit, this is great," Jerry screamed. "I'm fucking a woman old enough to be my mother out here in the open. Fuckin' A."
Mrs. Blair was offended by his saying she was old enough to be his mother. She wasn't that old. But then she mentally admonished herself. That's what she was worried about? That he thought she was older than she was? She was naked in a public place, leaning over a car while the boy was fucking her. She could be arrested for indecent exposure. She could lose her job for doing it in front of her student. She could lose her husband for cheating on him. And the first thing that pissed her off was that he thought she was older. What was she becoming?
Jerry speeded up his thrusts until his hips were slapping against Mrs. Blair's ass as he fucked her. The teacher felt his fingers clench her tighter and then his movements became even faster... but then they became erratic. Soon, he thrust into her fully and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body towards his. He held still for a moment, and then Mrs. Blair felt his hot jism filling her pussy. The boy was cumming in her pussy... the pussy that only her husband should be cumming in.
When Jerry had stopped cumming, Mrs. Blair thought he would pull out, but he continued to lean on her back, holding her around the waist. After a moment's rest, Jerry began to gently fuck her again. His slimy cock slowly pulled out partway and then reentered the teacher. He was young and still hard. Mrs. Blair prepared herself for an encore fuck.
"Is this a full service birthday present?" Jerry asked Suzanne.
"Yeah baby, anything you want," Suzanne answered with a twinkle in her eye. She thought she knew what her boyfriend wanted -- something she had adamantly refused him.
Mrs. Blair felt Jerry's cock move inside her pussy again. She figured he had rested and was beginning round two. She almost admired his staying power. But after a few strokes, she felt his cock withdraw from her pussy. She was grateful he was not going to fuck her again.
But then she felt someone's hands on her ass. Still bent over and leaning on the car fender, Mrs. Blair looked over her shoulder. It was Jerry's hands, or rather the fingers of one of his hands, pushing her ass-cheeks apart. He was exposing her ass to his gaze. She felt humiliated that she was exposed like that to the boy. Although she was supposed to allow him to do whatever he wanted, Mrs. Blair felt obligated to ask him to stop looking at her there. She was about to speak when she felt a pressure on her anus.
"What are you doing?" the dumbfounded teacher asked.
"Something I wouldn't let him do to me," Suzanne answered as if it clarified everything.
"But what are you doing back there?" the confused teacher asked again. "Why are you touching me ther... oohh!! Noooo!!!!!" Mrs. Blair screamed when she felt his prick push into her ass. "God no!! NOT THERE!!! Oh no."
Jerry had always wanted to fuck Suzanne in the ass, but she never let him. Now he had a woman who didn't have a choice... she was his to do with as he liked. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. His cock was lubricated with his cum and the teacher's natural pussy juices, and her ass was sticking out. He couldn't resist. Pointing his cock at her asshole, he pushed hard. He was amazed at how little of his cock entered her. He knew her ass would be snugger than her pussy, but this was unbelievable. He pushed harder and his cock-head pushed through the tight orifice.
"Eeyyyaaaaaaa!!!!" Mrs. Blair screamed when his cock-head entered, and they heard a flock of birds fly away at the disturbed silence of the woods. "Please don't do it there... please. It's perverted. Leave me some dignity. For god's sake, please not there."
But Jerry wasn't moved by Mrs. Blair's pleas. He pushed harder and his cock kept sinking in deeper and deeper into the teacher's forbidden opening. Soon he was buried all the way and his hips were up against her meaty ass-cheeks. He stopped to catch his breath.
"Please... god no, not there," Mrs. Blair cried out.
"Wow, I bet that hurts," Suzanne said, moving closer to see her boyfriend's cock in her teacher's ass. "Jerry, fuck the bitch hard 'cause you ain't never doing that to me."
Mrs. Blair put the top of her head on the car fender as Jerry slowly pulled his cock out of her asshole. She never felt anything like it before. She couldn't breathe. She felt pain in her behind. She felt humiliated... degraded.
Jerry began a slow in and out movement. He was fucking the older woman, Suzanne's teacher, in the ass. The woman was bent over his car in a public wood and he was fucking her in the ass. He watched his cock pull out and sink into her tight asshole. Jerry noticed Suzanne had come closer and was also watching his cock go in and out of her teacher's ass. He began to pump harder and faster, causing Mrs. Blair's head to bang against the car.
Mrs. Blair couldn't believe this was happening to her. It simply was not done... yet the boy's cock in her ass kept reminding her it was happening. She felt her asshole stretch as his cock pounded into her. She prayed it would be over soon, but Jerry had already cum twice -- in her mouth and pussy -- and was in no hurry. His rhythmic thrusts kept going and going... in and out... in and out.
The tears were streaming down Mrs. Blair's cheeks. Sounds she never heard before were coming out of her mouth -- grunts, moans, shrieks, and some that don't have a name. She felt like Jerry had been fucking her ass for hours and that he would keep it up until she died. But just when she thought she couldn't bear any more, she felt the boy's cock swell and then flood her asshole with his scalding sperm. Load after load shot into her asshole, filling her up.
When Jerry pulled out, Mrs. Blair felt his sperm flow from her gaping asshole. It had the affect of an enema and Mrs. Blair felt an urge that would embarrass her beyond belief. She fought it, but the urge was too strong. Mrs. Blair, the respected teacher, squatted and relieved herself, emptying her bowels right there on the dirt road.
"EEYUUU," Suzanne squealed, holding her nose, "that's disgusting."
Mrs. Blair looked at her young student and groaned. It was disgusting, but she was helpless to stop it. Her loose bowels splashed onto the ground. When Mrs. Blair had stopped shitting, she picked up her panties and wiped her ankles and feet where her loose shit splashed onto them. Then she crouched and wiped her ass clean, throwing away the soiled panties afterwards. She couldn't look at either of the youngsters... she was just too embarrassed. She had licked Suzanne's pussy in her own classroom until the teenager came, then gave Suzanne's boyfriend a blow-job while he was driving and swallowed his cum, let him fuck her, depositing his sperm in her pussy, and got fucked in the ass. And then she shit on the dirt floor right in front of them, having to wipe herself while they watched.
"Come here and suck my cock clean," Jerry said to Mrs. Blair.
"Jerry, that's really gross," Suzanne said.
"Full service, right?" he responded.
"I guess so. Sorry Teach, but I told him he can have anything he wants."
"Please, I can't do that. I'll be sick," Mrs. Blair implored.
"Look lady, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll never get a girl to suck my cock after it's been in her ass. So you will do it."
Defeated, Mrs. Blair dropped to her knees and looked at the messy dick hanging between the boy's legs. It was streaked with brownish-white goo, obviously his sperm and her... she couldn't even say it. She opened her mouth and held her breath as she put the dirty dick in her mouth. Closing her lips, she began sucking Jerry's cock and licking it.
The foul taste was awful and Mrs. Blair quickly pulled away and turned her face to the side. She heaved a few times and then puked all over the ground. When she stopped, Jerry insisted she finish the blow-job. Reluctantly, Mrs. Blair covered his cock with her mouth again and sucked it a few times before turning and vomiting again. The next time she put his cock in her mouth, most of the awful taste was gone and she sucked him without getting sick.
The idea of what Suzanne's teacher was doing got Jerry so excited that he got another erection. In the past, he had cum three times in a row, but this was a record for him. Mrs. Blair kept sucking his hard cock while kneeling naked on the dirt road. It took Jerry a long time to orgasm but he eventually spurted his cum into her mouth. But while Suzanne's teacher was submissively swallowing his jism, Jerry had an idea -- another fantasy that he never even mentioned to his girlfriend. He pulled his cock from Mrs. Blair's mouth and finished cumming on her face. His sperm splashed on her forehead and cheek. When he had finished, Jerry forced his cock between Mrs. Blair's lips and told her to suck him dry.
Suzanne told Mrs. Blair not to wipe the cum off her face. Then the three dressed and got back into the car, this time with Mrs. Blair in the back. Suzanne kept turning to look at her teacher and realized that every hole in her body had been penetrated by Jerry's cock and filled with his sperm. She knew that Mrs. Blair wasn't wearing panties any longer and the sperm was probably dripping from her pussy onto her dress. And the sperm on her face was dripping onto the part of the dress covering her breasts. She was a mess.
They dropped Mrs. Blair at her car. Suzanne noticed the big, dark wet spot on the back of Mrs. Blair's dress where the sperm leaking from her pussy had seeped through, just before Jerry sped away.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 6
