AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 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 the entertainment at a bachelor party and was gangbanged by 10 men. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6. |
Chapter 12
It wasn't until the next morning that Mrs. Blair walked into her house. She was exhausted and ached all over. She walked quietly to her bedroom so as not to disturb her sleeping children and slowly peeled off her soiled, slutty clothes. Looking at her clock radio, Mrs. Blair realized she had to leave to pick her husband up at the airport in less than 6 hours. She wanted desperately to take a bath but didn't have the time and, anyway, she was afraid the noise would wake her children. So, after setting her alarm clock for 4 hours later than the current time, Mrs. Blair crawled under the covers. She felt sperm oozing from her pussy and asshole onto her marital bed, but she was too tired to do anything about it. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
Mrs. Blair awoke with a start when the music from her clock radio came on. She was disoriented, but soon remembered where she was and what had happened the night before. The night before? Hell, it was only a few hours ago. Mrs. Blair slowly crawled out of bed, still sore from the gangbang at the bachelor party. She wanted to take a soothing bath, but didn't have the time. She settled for a quick shower. The loving (but unfaithful) wife changed the sheets on her bed which were soiled from ten men's sperm leaking from her holes, put the dirty ones to wash, and hid the clothes she wore the night before. With bloodshot eyes, and a very aching body, Mrs. Blair drove to the airport to pick up her husband.
"Hi honey, did you miss me?" Sam Blair shouted exuberantly as he hugged his wife at the gate. Mrs. Blair hid her physical and emotional pain. "You look tired," he observed.
"I-I didn't sleep well without you here," she lied.
"Well, I'm home now. Let's get out of here. I don't want to see another airport for a while."
They drove home, Sam talking a lot but Mrs. Blair uncharacteristically quiet. Her husband assumed it was because she was tired -- she hadn't slept because she missed him. He looked at his wife with love in his eyes. He missed her too.
"You got something in your hair, hon," Sam said, noticing some of her hairs sticking together.
Mrs. Blair lowered the visor and looked at herself in the attached mirror. First she saw how red her eyes were and sighed, but then she gasped when she saw what her husband was referring to. There was dried semen in her hair. Because she had been rushed, she didn't have time to wash her hair this morning.
"Oh that... yeah... I, um, I was cooking and got some stuff in it last night," she lied. "I should have washed it this morning but I was too tired."
Mrs. Blair hated herself for lying to her husband. But what was she supposed to do? She could have said, "Sam, I fucked and sucked 10 guys last night in my pussy, ass, and mouth. And, wouldn't you know it, some of their sperm got in my hair. Wasn't that inconsiderate of them?" Yeah right, that would have gone over well. Her only choice was to lie to the people she loved.
That night, Sam nudged his wife like he did when he was "in the mood". Mrs. Blair had never denied her husband sex; after all, it was a wife's duty. But she was disturbed that his cock would go where so many other men's cocks had recently been. Sam climbed between her legs and pushed his small dick inside her well used pussy. Mrs. Blair winced -- her pussy was still very sore from the abuse it took the night before. But she gritted her teeth and hid her pain from her husband. Thankfully, Sam lasted only for 5 thrusts before he squirted his sperm into her pussy
Sam rolled off his wife and was soon snoring. Mrs. Blair lay awake, wondering what her life would be like. But her thoughts embarked on new territory for her. She remembered the orgasms she had recently received from Bob's tongue and his large cock. Also, some of the cocks at the bachelor party made her cum. Then she compared it to sex with Sam. Mrs. Blair realized she had been missing out.
With her husband home, Mrs. Blair's life seemed to return to normal. Suzanne occasionally checked to see if her teacher was wearing thongs under her frumpy dresses but, other than that, no demands were made by Suzanne or Amy. When Sam caught his wife wearing lacy bras and thongs instead of her old plain panties, he was taken aback, but thought she was reaching middle age and wanted to feel younger again.
One night, Sam slid his hard cock into Mrs. Blair's pussy and lasted a long time for him, a dozen strokes. Mrs. Blair had just begun to feel something "down there" and was disappointed when her husband's cock shrunk and slipped out. When Sam rolled onto his back, Mrs. Blair longed for him back inside her. She looked at his soft penis and wanted it to be a hard cock. Without thinking, Mrs. Blair rolled onto her stomach and stuffed her husband's soft, slimy dick in her mouth and began sucking it.
"Jane!! What are you doing?!" her shocked husband exclaimed. He pushed his wife away shouting, "My god, that's disgusting!"
Mrs. Blair looked up at her husband with slime coating her lips and saw the disgust on his face. He was not like the other men. For a moment she wanted him to be, but then realized that he was the one she loved and she was turning into a monster.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," Mrs. Blair apologized. "Please forgive me," she pleaded.
"For god's sake, Jane, go brush your teeth and gargle. I can't believe you... well, I just can't believe it."
Mrs. Blair sheepishly went into the bathroom to clean her mouth. After she was "sanitized", Mrs. Blair sat on the toilet and fretted over what she was becoming. But she still had that unsatisfied feeling between her legs. Her hand dropped to her pussy. Sinking a finger into her pussy, she felt her husband's sperm inside her. For some reason she enjoyed squishing it around with her finger. Then her finger moved more urgently in and out and soon Mrs. Blair was breathing harder. Her finger withdrew from her wet hole and moved upwards, until it slid over her clit. Her sperm-covered finger moved back and forth and then in small circles over the sensitive nubbin. Her hips began moving and her finger rubbed harder until her thighs clenched together against her hand. While her hips humped, she bit her lower lip to suppress the squeal that tried to escape from her mouth. Mrs. Blair had orgasmed.
From that night on, masturbation became a daily ritual for Mrs. Blair. After so many years of being without, the teacher learned how pleasurable it was.
Chapter 13
Mrs. Blair was told to meet Amy, not at the mall, but in her classroom after school. Mrs. Blair sat at her desk very nervous. It had been some time since Amy spoke to her and Mrs. Blair's life had returned to normal. She wondered if it was all to start over again. Mrs. Blair looked up when Amy came into her classroom and closed the door behind her.
"I have a problem," Amy said after sitting on Mrs. Blair's desk, "and you can help."
"What do you want?" Mrs. Blair asked, apprehensively.
"Well, it's really Suzanne who got into trouble. The details aren't important, but it has to do with her and her boyfriend getting caught by the principal. Mr. Hendersen got real mad and threatened Suzanne if she didn't do what he said."
"So, why doesn't she just do it?" Mrs. Blair asked. "She was wrong and needs to be punished."
"Don't you even want to know what Mr. Hendersen wants her to do?" Amy queried.
"I'm sure the punishment will be just," Mrs. Blair said as a teacher.
"Suzanne refused to do it and came to me for help. I met with Mr. Hendersen and made a deal with him to get Suzanne off the hook."
"Really," Mrs. Blair said skeptically, "and what was that?"
"You for Suzanne."
"What?! You expect me to sit in detention like a school kid?"
"Who said anything about detention?" Amy asked.
"You did. You said Mr. Hendersen was going to punish Suzanne. That's the typical punishment."
"I didn't say that. I said that Mr. Hendersen said Suzanne had to do what he said, and he wasn't talking about detention."
"Then what?" Mrs. Blair asked, bewildered.
"The principal wanted Suzanne to have sex with him."
"WHAT?!! That pig! Let's go to the police!" Mrs. Blair shouted, outraged.
"No police... Suzanne would get into trouble. So the deal is that you will substitute for Suzanne."
Mrs. Blair sat silent, trying to understand what her former student was talking about. What could Suzanne have done that was so bad? What about Mr. Hendersen? He mustn't get away with trying to force a student to have sex with him. But Amy seemed to cut a deal with the principal. She said he agreed to it. But what did that have to do with her? Then Mrs. Blair's eyes opened real wide when she figured it out. Amy said she would substitute for Suzanne. Amy was expecting her to have sex with her boss.
"Are you saying what I think you are?" Mrs. Blair asked.
"Yep, you're going to Mr. Hendersen's office now and do what he wants. No questions asked... whatever he wants. You better get going... he's waiting."
"I... I can't. He's my boss. He knows me and my family. I can't do that. My life will be ruined."
"Your life will be ruined if I send the videotape to your family and the police. This will only be... um, uncomfortable for you. Now get your ass out of that chair and go to the principal's office." Amy started giggling and said, "I sound like a fuckin' teacher sending her student to the principal's office. Hahahahaha."
Mrs. Blair walked sullenly through the deserted halls. Mr. Hendersen wasn't a stranger... he was her boss. She saw him almost every day during the school term. He knew her husband... her children. They went to the same church. This couldn't be happening, but when the teacher looked up she saw the door that led to his office. Mrs. Blair went inside. Walking through the outer office, Mrs. Blair took a deep breath and knocked on her boss' door.
"Come in," the familiar voice said.
Mrs. Blair entered the principal's office and saw Mr. Hendersen sitting behind the desk. He stared at her in wonderment. He didn't totally believe Amy, but thought he'd give it a try.
"Why are you here?" he asked, still having doubt and wanting to make sure before he did something that would get him into trouble.
"Um, Amy told me to."
"What did she tell you?"
"To come to your office," Mrs. Blair said vaguely, the two of them still playing the little cat and mouse game.
"And why were you to come here?"
"To... um, to do what you told me to."
That was the first message that indicated Mrs. Blair's willingness to have sex with him. "So, you will do whatever I tell you to?" he said, still being cautious.
"Yes, I guess so."
"For instance, if I asked you to kiss me, would you do it?"
"Yes."
"Let's see then... give me a kiss."
Mrs. Blair slowly walked to his chair and bent over, pressing her lips to his. They remained like that for a while and then Mr. Hendersen felt more confident, pushing his tongue against the teacher's lips. Mrs. Blair opened her mouth and allowed her boss' tongue to touch hers. After a wet kiss, Mr. Hendersen pulled back.
"So, I guess you will do what I say. Lift up your dress and show me what you're wearing underneath. Amy said you wear sexy underwear under your boring clothes."
Mrs. Blair blushed but did as her boss requested. When the hem of her skirt was at her waist, the principal whistled.
"Go lock my door," Mr. Hendersen ordered. After Mrs. Blair complied, he said, "Okay, take off your dress."
"David, do you think we should be doing this?" Mrs. Blair implored.
"Jane, call me Mr. Hendersen when we're in my locked office. Understand?" he said more forcefully than Mrs. Blair had ever heard him speak.
"Yes, Mr. Hendersen," Mrs. Blair spoke softly, submissively.
"Or you can call me Sir," he added with a wicked smile on his face.
"Yes sir."
"Now, what about that dress?"
Mrs. Blair's hands were shaking as she undid the buttons of her dress. This wasn't a stranger she was undressing in front of... it was her boss. But the buttons slipped through their respective holes until the front of her dress was undone. With one last pleading look over at the principal, which went ignored, the teacher shrugged her dress off her shoulders and felt it slide down her body.
"My god, Jane, you have a beautiful body. Why have you hidden it all these years?"
Mrs. Blair felt ashamed standing in only her frilly bra and thong panties. A man other than her husband, her boss no less, was ogling her body and telling her how much he liked it.
"I learned early on that a woman wouldn't be taken seriously if she was pretty. So, I've covered myself all these years."
"What a waste," Mr. Hendersen muttered. "Turn around. Let me see your ass." Mrs. Blair was taken back by her boss' crude language but did as she was ordered. "Wow, what an ass!" he exclaimed.
"David, please, is that really nec...." Mrs. Blair began, but stopped when she heard a commotion behind her and looked over her shoulder.
SMACK
Mrs. Blair saw the principal behind her just before his hand slapped her naked buttock. She was about to say something when another blow landed on her, this time even harder. It stung a lot and Mrs. Blair felt her eyes water.
"What did you call me?" the principal shouted.
Mrs. Blair thought a moment and then realized her mistake. "Sir, I'm sorry. Mr. Hendersen, it won't happen again. Please forgive me, sir."
Mr. Hendersen's hand was on Mrs. Blair's buttocks again, but this time he was caressing her burning cheeks. She cringed at his touch, but knew she had to stand there and bear it. When his hand traveled lower and pushed between her thighs, Mrs. Blair parted them, providing him access to an area he wasn't rightfully supposed to be touching. But his palm slid back and forth, rubbing the material covering her pussy. Then his hand was gone, but Mrs. Blair was afraid to look so she just stood there.
"Turn around and take off your bra," the principal finally said.
Mrs. Blair turned around to find Mr. Hendersen sitting behind his desk again. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her big breasts were now on display and her boss didn't hide his stare.
"Come here and sit on my lap," the principal ordered.
Mrs. Blair sheepishly walked over to her boss and sat sideways on his lap so that her closed legs draped over one of his. He pushed her off his lap so violently that her head hit the edge of his desk. Mrs. Blair sat on the floor at her boss' feet, rubbing the back of her head.
"Why did you do that... sir?" the stunned teacher asked, remembering to call him 'sir'.
"I wasn't happy with the way you sat on my lap. I expect you to be sexy, not ladylike. Not get up here and straddle my lap. I want your legs spread wide so that your cunt is open."
Mrs. Blair was shocked at the principal's language. He had always seemed to be a gentle, kind, polite man. Now he sounded like a biker from Hell's Angels. It frightened her, but she climbed onto his lap with a leg on either side of his. She looked down and saw that the little piece of material over her pussy was covering even less as her labia were stretched.
Mr. Hendersen began squeezing the teacher's naked breasts. He wasn't gently fondling them, but more like mauling them. His squeezes were hard and left little red blotches where he pinched the flesh. But when he pinched and pulled on her nipples, Mrs. Blair began grunting in pain.
The principal got bored with that and began sucking the teacher's tits -- first one, and then the other. He was biting and sucking the soft flesh, leaving little hickies in his wake. Mrs. Blair had to sit on his lap with only her skimpy thong on while he sucked her tits. Then she felt his hand slide down her back and onto her ass, caressing her naked buttocks. But then Mr. Hendersen pushed her off his lap, gently this time so she didn't fall, but very assertively.
Mr. Hendersen stood up and removed all his clothes. Mrs. Blair stared in silence as more and more of his flabby body came into view. He wasn't fat, but definitely not muscular. Mrs. Blair deduced that the principal had never been a jock... more the academic scholar. But she did notice that his cock, which was already hard, was quite large. She thought back to Bob's huge cock, and the large cock at the bachelor party and how they made her orgasm. Then she remembered her husband's lovemaking and that she had to satisfy herself in the privacy of the bathroom after they made love. She wondered what her boss' cock would feel like in her pussy, and then realized she would surely find out.
"Suck it," the principal said, standing naked in front of her.
Mrs. Blair dropped to her knees and grabbed the base of the 8 1/2 inch cock and wrapped her lips around the head. She was soon sucking and bobbing her head up and down the shaft, getting more and more of it into her mouth.
"Wow, Jane, you do that great. Shit, what a mouth. You must have had a lot of practice," Mr. Hendersen complimented her, but the words humiliated her instead.
Mrs. Blair felt her lips stretched around the thick dick and wondered how it was going to feel stretching her pussy. She admonished herself for thinking it, but her pussy moistened anyway. Mrs. Blair got angry at her husband while she slurped away on another man's cock. Why couldn't he satisfy her? Why didn't he give her the feeling some of these strangers did?
By now about two inches of Mr. Hendersen's cock had entered the teacher's throat and her boss was moaning his approval. Mrs. Blair's mouth kept gobbling more and more of the thick shaft while her hand moved up and down the now slick base, coated with Mrs. Blair's saliva dripping from her mouth. Mr. Hendersen's hips began jerking back and forth, shoving even more of his cock into Mrs. Blair's throat, but the wife and mother of two had learned to relax those muscles to allow penetration without gagging.
All of a sudden, Mr. Hendersen began fucking Mrs. Blair's mouth harder while he held onto her head. He was really ramming his meat into her mouth and throat. But then the principal let out a howl that would have scared most demons on Halloween as his cock exploded, flooding Mrs. Blair's mouth with his scalding sperm. To her credit, Mrs. Blair quickly swallowed most of what he had to offer, only allowing a little to trickle out of the corners of her mouth.
When Mr. Hendersen stopped cumming, he pulled his cock from between Mrs. Blair's pressed lips. She was still sucking the last of his jism out through his piss-slit, and the sucking noise her lips made when Mr. Hendersen pulled free attested to how hard she was milking his cock dry. Mrs. Blair -- respected teacher, wife, and mother of two -- had become a world-class cocksucker.
The principal, breathing hard, staggered back and collapsed into his chair. He told Mrs. Blair to sit across from his desk in one of the visitor's chairs. She sat quietly, awaiting his next instruction, unconsciously smacking her lips.
"Jane, spread your legs... Good, that's real sexy. No wait, take those panties off."
Mrs. Blair raised her butt off the chair and grabbed her panties, pulling them down her legs and off her feet. She didn't wait for the order, but spread her legs.
"My god, you are magnificent," the principal praised his teacher. "Spread your pussy apart... yeah, like that. Play with yourself. Go on, masturbate for me."
Mrs. Blair was sitting in Mr. Hendersen's office -- the principal... her boss -- totally naked with her legs spread wide. Her fingers were pulling her pussy open while he stared between her legs, and his cum was clinging to the sides of her mouth. Mrs. Blair tasted the principal's sperm in her mouth while she licked her finger. Removing the moist finger from her mouth, the teacher inserted it into her pussy. A slow finger-fuck ensued.
Mrs. Blair closed her eyes as her own finger pleasured herself. She had grown accustomed to doing this over the past few weeks. If it wasn't for the principal's heavy breathing she might have forgotten he was even in the same room as her. Another finger joined the first and Mrs. Blair fucked herself with two fingers. Her moaning became louder as she got aroused.
Mr. Hendersen watched as his beautiful married teacher fingered her pussy in front of him. Her legs were spread wide apart and two fingers were moving in and out. By the slickness coating the fingers he knew her pussy was juicy. He glanced up to her chest and saw her large breasts heaving as she breathed hard; her nipples erect from her self-induced excitement. He slowly stroked his newly hardened cock, still slick with Mrs. Blair's saliva.
Mrs. Blair was building up to an orgasm and wet a finger from her other hand. That finger found the spot at the top of her slit, her clit. She rubbed it in little circles while her other two fingers plowed into her pussy. It was too much for her and Mrs. Blair exploded in a strong climax.
When Mrs. Blair opened her eyes, Mr. Hendersen was on his knees between her spread legs. Two of her fingers were still inside her pussy while the other hand lay limp on her thigh. Embarrassed, the teacher quickly pulled the fingers out of her pussy.
Mr. Hendersen moved away from the furniture and spread out on the carpet on his back and said, "Jane, suck my cock again."
Mrs. Blair got on her knees and put her boss' cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked for a while when the principal told her to fuck him.
"Please, Mr. Hendersen, I'm a married woman. Please don't make me cheat on my husband."
"Jane, you're weird. You're in my office totally naked. You let me watch you masturbate. You sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. Now you're sucking me again. You already cheated on your husband."
"But intercourse is special," she pleaded.
"It sure is. Now get astride me and give me a good fuck."
Mrs. Blair lifted one leg over her boss' prone body, inserting his cock into her pussy at the same time. When her knee touched the floor, Mr. Hendersen's cock-head sunk in. He was real thick and Mrs. Blair felt that tingly feeling. She gently lowered herself onto his long, thick pole until she was sitting on his thighs.
"Oh yeah, that feels great," Mr. Hendersen shouted. "Now fuck me hard."
Mrs. Blair lifted off her boss' cock and sunk back down... up and down... up and down. The feeling "down there" got stronger as the principal's thick cock rubbed against sensitive places. Mrs. Blair felt like her body would explode if she didn't orgasm. Her movements became much more urgent as she almost violently moved up and down the thick dick.
With her tits flapping and her hair flying, Mrs. Blair began shouting, "I can't help it. God, it feels sooo gooood. You're so big... so thick. I need your... your... shit, I need your big fat cock. I'll say it again and again. I want your cock. I need your cock. Fuck me with your cock. Cock, cock, cock, cock. I want it in me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Mrs. Blair continued bouncing up and down, screaming out obscenities. Something snapped within the faithful wife and loving mother. She now needed sex... craved sex. Riding Mr. Hendersen's cock convinced her that her husband couldn't satisfy her. She needed more. She needed Mr. Hendersen. No, she needed his big, fat cock.
"I want your cock. I need your cock," Mrs. Blair continued yelling. "I want to cum. I want to cum on your cock. David... Mr. Hendersen, please don't cum yet. I'm so close. So close. Yes, right there. Oh god, it feels sooo.... Aahhggrrhh!!!!!"
Mrs. Blair's orgasm shook her entire body and she collapsed onto the principal's chest. Mr. Hendersen was in shock. The woman on top of him wasn't the prudish conservative woman he had known for years. She was a wild slut.
Mr. Hendersen pushed Mrs. Blair's limp body off his and rolled her onto her back. He looked at his cock and it was drenched in her juices. The principal straddled the teacher and rubbed his messy cock all over her face. When he saw streaks of her own pussy fluids on her face, he pushed his cock between her lips. Mrs. Blair automatically began sucking and licking, cleaning his cock of her own pussy juice.
Mrs. Blair was coming out of her post-orgasmic state and Mr. Hendersen helped her to her feet. He kept pushing her, causing her to stumble as she walked, until she was against his desk. He bent her over until her naked breasts were pressed against the desktop and held her butt-cheeks apart. The principal stared at the teacher's wrinkled little hole for a moment and then pointed his cock at her anus. He pushed hard, sinking a good part of his large cock into her asshole.
"Yyaaaaaa!!!!!!!" Mrs. Blair screamed.
But Mr. Hendersen was beyond caring about the teacher's feelings. She was a slut and he was going to treat her like one. He kept pushing until he was fully inside her. She begged him to wait for her to catch her breath, but he just pulled mostly out and rammed his cock back inside her. He was fucking her ass so hard that her body kept moving back and forth, causing her naked breasts to rub against the hard wooden desktop. Mrs. Blair felt like she was going to get rope burns on her tits. But all her yelling and pleading didn't have any affect. Mr. Hendersen kept fucking her ass real hard. And then he let out a scream of his own as his cum flooded her poop chute.
When he pulled out, Mrs. Blair slid off the desk and crumbled to the floor. Her asshole was hurting and she felt humiliated. It was like she was raped. As bad as the others had been, this was worse.
Mr. Hendersen crawled over to Mrs. Blair and stuck his stinky, slimy cock in her mouth. Mrs. Blair kept gagging, from the taste not the size, but managed to clean it to her boss' satisfaction. Then they dressed and he sent her home.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 8
