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 sexually abused by her boss -- the principal -- Mr. Hendersen. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, and Part 7. |
Chapter 14
Mrs. Blair received a note from the principal to come to his office during her lunch period. She was scared, but knew she didn't have a choice. So, at the appointed time, she knocked on Mr. Hendersen's door.
She entered and said, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes Jane, get under my desk."
"I beg your pardon."
"You heard me, get under my desk. I want a blow-job."
Mrs. Blair looked around the office. It seemed strange, but she was so embarrassed that she was looking to make sure no one else heard his crude remark. When she was satisfied that they were alone, she turned to lock the door.
"No, leave it unlocked."
"But what if someone comes in?" Mrs. Blair asked in a panic.
"It would be more suspicious if you were in here and it was locked. Get under my desk. You'll be hidden from anyone's view anyway."
Mr. Hendersen actually made sense. He backed his chair away from the desk while Mrs. Blair climbed underneath into the cramped area. When she looked up, Mr. Hendersen's cock was already sticking out of his pants. He pushed his chair closer to the desk.
Mrs. Blair put her boss' cock into her mouth and began sucking. She felt his cock swell even more. Mr. Hendersen really had a long, thick cock and Mrs. Blair was beginning to enjoy it. She wouldn't go out of her way to have sex with him but, since she had to do it, it was nice that he had a big one. Mrs. Blair was busy slurping away on the principal's tool when she heard a knock on the door. She froze.
"Don't stop," Mr. Hendersen whispered to her. "No matter what, don't stop blowing me."
When Mrs. Blair resumed her sucking, Mr. Hendersen told the person to enter. Mrs. Blair heard the principal call her by name and knew the girl. She was in one of her classes. The principal was talking to one of her students as if nothing strange was going on, but Mrs. Blair was under his desk with his cock in her mouth. She continued licking and sucking, trying not to make any noise.
"Gina, I think it's settled then," Mr. Hendersen said to the young student. "You will stay after school for some extra... uuhh... aahhhh...."
"Mr. Hendersen, are you okay?" the concerned girl asked when the principal stopped talking and gripped the edge of his desk. She thought he was having a heart attack.
But the principal had just cum inside Mrs. Blair's mouth and said, "I'm fine, just heartburn. So, you'll stay after school for some extra practice. I'm sure you will soon master the clarinet. Some people are just meant to have an instrument in their mouth," he said while reaching under the desk and patted Mrs. Blair's head.
Mrs. Blair was humiliated, but kept sucking his cock while Gina left the office.
He looked under the desk at the teacher with his cock in her mouth and said, "Just keep sucking... keep me hard."
Just then there was another knock on the door.
"Hi Suzanne, come in. I'm so glad that our arrangement worked out so well." He motioned for the girl to come around his desk and, when she did, he backed up a little. "See, it's working out great."
Mrs. Blair looked up and saw Suzanne staring down at her. All of a sudden the teenager began laughing. But, as humiliated as Mrs. Blair was, she kept sucking her boss' cock in front of her student.
"I've seen her in that position before," Suzanne said while laughing.
"Really, where?" the principal asked.
"It's not important," Suzanne said, not wanting to tell the principal too much.
"How would you like your teacher to kiss your ass, right here, while I watch her do it?" Mr. Hendersen asked the teenager with a twinkle in his eye. Mrs. Blair pulled away from her boss' cock and opened her mouth to protest, but Mr. Hendersen sternly looked down at her and said, "Get your mouth back on my cock. I didn't tell you to stop blowing me." Then he looked back at Suzanne and asked, "So, how about it?"
"You're just trying to see me naked," the teenager stated.
"It's a win/win situation. Well, maybe win/win/lose," he said pointing to poor Mrs. Blair still sucking his cock. "I get to see you naked and you get to humiliate your teacher in front of me. What do you say?"
Suzanne thought about the wickedness of what her principal had offered and agreed. Mr. Hendersen told Mrs. Blair to get out from under the desk, which she did. Then he told her to lock the office door.
"I thought you said that would be more suspicious," Mrs. Blair said.
"Just lock the fuckin' door and get back over here."
While Mrs. Blair locked the door, Suzanne removed her slacks and panties. Mr. Hendersen licked his lips at the sight of her teenage pussy and ass. His hard cock began twitching like a recently jumped off diving board. The principal had the teenager lie on her belly on the couch. He had Mrs. Blair stand at the side of the couch and lean over the couch's arm. This brought her face to Suzanne's ass and raised her own butt. Mr. Hendersen stood behind Mrs. Blair and told her to spread Suzanne's ass-cheeks apart and lick her asshole. Mrs. Blair spread the young girl's buttocks and saw the dirty hole. She thought she'd be sick, but she lowered her face and licked into the girl's crack. Once Mrs. Blair was doing what he requested, Mr. Hendersen rammed his hard cock into her pussy from behind.
It made for a very illicit chain. The student laying on her belly, her teacher bent over the couch licking her student's ass, and the principal fucking the teacher from behind. There's probably a mathematical expression to describe the way they were connected, but it's probably not what the School Board would have sanctioned.
"Oh boy, she's really doing it. Mrs. Blair is licking my ass," Suzanne exclaimed with her face buried in the couch cushion.
"Do you know what I'm doing?" Mr. Hendersen asked.
"Probably watching, you dirty old man," the teenager said, laughing.
"Yeah, but I'm also fucking your teacher."
Suzanne looked over her shoulder to see. She saw her teacher's face pressed against her ass and felt Mrs. Blair's tongue in her asshole. But she also saw her principal standing behind the bent over teacher, fucking her from behind.
"Fuckin' A," Suzanne cried out and rested her head back on the cushion.
Mrs. Blair was utterly humiliated. She was licking her student's ass. She was doing it in front of her boss. Her boss was fucking her in front of her student. But she kept licking the young girl's asshole, and even sticking her tongue inside after being told to do so. She felt nauseas, but continued doing as she was told. Soon Mr. Hendersen began grunting and then he unloaded his hot sperm into Mrs. Blair's pussy.
Mr. Hendersen pulled out of Mrs. Blair's pussy and located her panties. He tapped the teacher on the back and, when she looked up, told her to put the panties on. Suzanne looked up when she no longer felt her teacher's tongue in her ass. She watched in silence while Mrs. Blair slipped the panties on.
"That'll keep my sperm from spilling out," Mr. Hendersen said with a smile. Then he looked at Suzanne and said, "You're in Mrs. Blair's class next, right?" When the teenager nodded, he said, "Then you'll be able to watch her squirm in her seat when she feels my cum inside her pussy."
"Hahahahaha," the teenager broke into laughter at the thought. "Mr. Hendersen, you're okay."
The principal looked at the teenage girl sitting on the couch naked from the waist down with her legs apart. "You didn't cum, did you?" he asked her.
"No," Suzanne answered.
"Would you like me to eat you so you can cum?" the principal asked hopefully.
"Maybe I'll just have Mrs. Blair do it."
"Nope, she's going to be busy sucking my cock clean."
Suzanne thought about it for a while and then a big smile spread across her face. "Okay," she said to Mr. Hendersen's glee.
The pretty teenager leaned back on the couch and spread her legs wider. Mr. Hendersen looked between them at the young, juicy pussy. He had a thing for young girls, but in his wildest dreams never thought he'd actually be with one. He dropped to his knees and got a much closer look. The blonde hairs were not very thick so the principal got a nice look at her pubes and slit. He spread her lips apart and ran his tongue between them.
"Hey, what about her?" Suzanne said.
Mr. Hendersen looked at where the teenager was pointing and saw Mrs. Blair standing next to them. He told the teacher to start blowing him. Mrs. Blair crawled between her boss and the couch, twisted her body into a very uncomfortable position, and looked at the cock that had just cum inside her pussy. It was caked with his cum and no doubt her juices. But, without hesitation, the mother and wife, stuffed his slimy cock into her mouth and began sucking it. Mr. Hendersen lowered his face to the young pussy again and began licking.
"Oh god, Mr. Hendersen, you eat pussy good," Suzanne exclaimed.
The principal was about to correct the teenager, to tell her that the proper grammar would be "well" not "good", but thought it might spoil the mood. Instead, he licked at the fresh young pussy. He loved the taste, and knowing how young the girl was really turned him on. It was also so erotic to have the young girl's teacher sucking his cock while he ate her pussy. In fact, Mr. Hendersen was so stimulated that his cock hardened inside Mrs. Blair's mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he got hard after cumming two times. He must have been in his twenties the last time.
Mr. Hendersen knew Suzanne was enjoying his mouth. She was purring and moaning, and her body was jerking under him. She was moving so much he had to grab her buttocks to hold her still. He loved the feel of her ass -- small, firm, boyish -- the ass of a teenage girl. His cock was rock-hard now. Mr. Hendersen flicked Suzanne's clit a few times to really arouse her and then pulled his head away.
"Suzanne, wouldn't you like me to fuck you? It would feel much better than my tongue," the principal asked the student.
"I don't think so, Mr. Hendersen. I have a boyfriend and you're pretty old."
"I can make it real exciting," he negotiated. "What if I came up with a way to fuck you that would be different?"
The teenage girl's curiosity was perked. "How?"
"What if Mrs. Blair licked your ass while I fucked you?"
"My god, that would be so wicked," Suzanne cried out.
"Then, will you do it?" the principal asked hopefully.
"Yeah, but don't cum in me... OK? I don't want to sit in class with a pussy full of sperm like Mrs. Blair is going to. Hee-hee."
Mr. Hendersen pulled his cock from Mrs. Blair's mouth and told her to lie on the floor, on her back. He told Suzanne to sit on her teacher's face so that Mrs. Blair could lick her ass. The teenager plopped down on her teacher's face so hard she almost smothered her. He told Mrs. Blair to start licking while he assessed the best angle to fuck the teenager.
"Is she licking your ass?" Mr. Hendersen asked.
Suzanne was gently bouncing up and down on her teacher's face, giggling, and said, "Yeah, her tongue is inside me. More sticking in than licking. I guess I'm not giving her too much room to lick. But I love it."
Suzanne had sat down so that she was facing Mrs. Blair's feet. Mr. Hendersen told her to turn around the other way. Suzanne moved 180 degrees while continually sitting on her teacher's face the whole time. Now, when she looked between her legs, she saw her teacher's eyes staring up at her, but then quickly look away in shame as her tongue once again lodged inside her student's asshole.
Mr. Hendersen gently pushed Suzanne's torso backwards until she rested her upper body weight on her arms extended behind her with her hands on the floor. This tilted her pelvis upward a little and actually forced Mrs. Blair's tongue even deeper into her ass. Mr. Hendersen carefully got between Suzanne's spread legs and pushed his cock into the teenager's pussy. His balls dragged along Mrs. Blair's forehead and nose as he did it.
Mrs. Blair's tongue was inside her student's ass while the girl sat on her face. She looked up when the shape of Mr. Hendersen appeared and saw his long, hard cock. When he guided his cock towards Suzanne's pussy, Mrs. Blair watched it until her eyes crossed as he entered the young girl.
"I'm in," the principal announced, excited that it actually worked.
"And Mrs. Blair's tongue is in my ass. This is so cool. Fuck me hard, Mr. Hendersen."
The principal couldn't fuck the teenager hard because the arrangement was too precarious, but he slowly fucked the young student. He had the added benefit of feeling his slimy cock and sweaty balls sliding back and forth on Mrs. Blair's nose and forehead. Suzanne enjoyed the feeling of a large cock in her pussy and the illicitness of her teacher's tongue in her ass. She was soon cumming. But Mr. Hendersen had already cum twice, so he wasn't ready. Suzanne was willing to let him keep fucking her as long as her teacher continued to stick her tongue in her ass. After a long time, Mr. Hendersen felt his orgasm approaching.
"I'm going to cum," he warned Suzanne.
The teenager really didn't want his sperm inside her so she backed away, causing the principal's cock to exit her pussy and fall onto Mrs. Blair's face. He had to think fast so he grabbed his cock tightly to hold back his orgasm and shuffled around the teacher's prone body. When he was sort of where Suzanne had previously been, he pressed the tip of his cock to Mrs. Blair's lips. She submissively parted them and the principal shoved his cock, coated in Suzanne's pussy juices, into her mouth. He released the death-grip he had on his cock and, almost instantaneously, his sperm began spurting into Mrs. Blair's mouth. After he finished cumming, he made the teacher suck and lick him clean.
Mr. Hendersen looked at his watch and told them the next period was about to begin and they better both hurry. They all quickly dressed and Suzanne and Mrs. Blair almost ran to the classroom. When the class started, Suzanne watched as her teacher kept swallowing. Unlike her classmates, Suzanne knew it was because of the taste of the principal's sperm in her mouth, and some of Suzanne's juices as well. The teenager also smiled a lot when she saw her teacher squirming in her seat; obviously her sperm-filled pussy was uncomfortable for her.
Chapter 15
"Mrs. Blair, you're Catholic, aren't you?" Amy asked her former teacher who sat nervously in Amy's car.
"Yes I am."
"Are you a good Catholic?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Only think? What does that mean?"
"I believe in God and follow his laws. Yes, I'm a good Catholic," Mrs. Blair said with conviction.
"Hmmmm, what about the commandment... um, you know... the 'Thou shalt not commit adultery' one?"
The crushed and defeated look that spread across her former teacher's face was priceless to Amy. Mrs. Blair had continued to feel guilty about cheating on her husband. Even though she was blackmailed into doing it, she still considered it adultery which, as her young former student pointed out, was against God's laws -- His Ten Commandments.
"I know... I know...." the wife and mother of two whimpered, her face buried in the palms of her hands.
"Well, don't you think you should confess your sins?" Amy stated.
"I-I will... when this is all over."
"Mrs. Blair, this is NEVER going to be over," Amy said with spite. "I think we should go to your church and let you confess your sins. What if you died tomorrow before having a chance to repent? I don't want it on my conscience that you burned in Hell for eternity."
The chuckle that followed showed Amy's insincerity, but she made her point. Mrs. Blair grew up in a strict religious home and went to parochial Catholic schools through high school. God, Heaven, and Hell were ingrained in her... especially Hell.
"Your church is the one on 12th Street, right?" Amy asked.
Mrs. Blair could do no more than nod. Her face was still pressed against her cupped palms which were getting wetter and wetter as her tears poured out of her closed eyes. Amy drove the rest of the way in silence.
When they arrived at the church, Mrs. Blair looked through the car windows as if trying to get her bearings. Then the enormity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks.
"I-I can't go into the church!" Mrs. Blair exclaimed.
"Why not?" Amy asked, but knowing the answer.
"I'm not dressed for church."
Mrs. Blair was absolutely correct. She was wearing a short leather miniskirt, a spaghetti strap thin top without a bra, 4 inch high heels, and nothing else -- no stockings and no panties. Although it seemed spontaneous to Mrs. Blair, the conniving teenager actually had planned for this humiliating situation in advance. She even timed it so that they'd arrive towards the end of the allocated time for confessions.
"Sorry, Mrs. Blair, but you will confess dressed like the slut you've become. Now get out of the car."
Mrs. Blair knew she didn't have a choice and reluctantly shimmied out of the car seat, trying desperately to keep her short skirt down and her knees together while scanning the parking lot for people. Thankfully, the lot was deserted and she got out unseen. While the teacher and her young former student walked towards the church entrance, Amy explained what she expected. Mrs. Blair was to confess to committing adultery and tell the priest about the bachelor party -- in detail. Amy was very explicit when she told the older woman that she expected her to use the appropriate dirty words. Of course Mrs. Blair complained, but Amy threatened her with exposure of the incriminating videotape so Mrs. Blair knew she didn't have a choice. It was going to be the most difficult and humiliating thing she had ever done.
When they arrived at the confession booths, the door swung open and a middle-aged woman exited. She looked at Mrs. Blair and snickered while shaking her head. Mrs. Blair was grateful that she didn't know the woman, but blushed from embarrassment anyway. She entered the booth and tried to close the door but Amy held it partly open.
"I want to listen," the teenager whispered, so Mrs. Blair simply sat down.
"Father, it's been several weeks since my last confession," Mrs. Blair began. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned."
"Confess, my child, and cleanse your soul," the priest said in a rather bored voice.
Amy watched her former teacher squirm. Mrs. Blair felt very uncomfortable being dressed the way she was, especially in church, and kept tugging on her short skirt. The priest waited patiently, understanding how hard it was for some people to confess their sins to him. Amy caught Mrs. Blair's eye and nodded her head towards the other booth.
"Father, I did something really bad," Mrs. Blair finally said in a quivering voice.
"God is merciful, my child, tell Him and he will forgive you."
"Father, I... I..." Mrs. Blair started, and then paused to collect herself, struggling with the words, "I committed adultery."
"That's a major sin," the priest said, "did it happen only once?"
"No Father, it happened many times."
"My child, have you stopped seeing the man?"
"I-It wasn't only one man," Mrs. Blair admitted.
"What?!" the priest exclaimed, but then tried to return to his objectivity. "Adultery is a terrible sin. Tell me about it."
"Father, please forgive me. I was at a bachelor's party and there were ten men there. And I was unfaithful to my husband."
Amy snapped her fingers to get Mrs. Blair's attention and held up a notepad she had brought for this purpose and showed her former teacher what she had written on it. Amy told Mrs. Blair to describe her adultery in detail using dirty words. Mrs. Blair turned pale when she read the note, but turned back to the little window separating the two booths.
"Father, I... I was the only woman there and I gave the groom-to-be a blow-job."
"WHAT?!!" the priest yelled in shock.
"Yes Father, I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him off."
"My child, remember you are in the house of God. Please...."
"But that's what I did," Mrs. Blair interrupted the priest. "And then I sucked the cocks of all the other guys."
"MY GOD!!" the priest exclaimed.
"B-But that's not all. Then I fucked all ten of them."
"WHAT?!!"
"Yes Father, all ten. But not all in my pussy. Some of them fucked me in the ass. And... and sometimes more than one at a time."
"YOU'RE A TRAMP!!" the Father shouted.
"Sometimes I even did three men at the same time... one in my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. It got to the point I was able to tell which hole I was fucked in when I sucked the cock afterwards... simply from the taste."
"SLUT, STOP RIGHT NOW!!" the priest yelled and then paused to calm down. "My child, you have done an awful thing. Do you regret what you did? Do you repent? Only then will God forgive you."
Amy caught Mrs. Blair's attention and held up her notepad. The teacher read the words and shook her head from side to side, but Amy gave her a stern look that told the older woman exactly what would happen to her if she didn't do what the teenager said. Mrs. Blair pulled her short skirt up and spread her legs. She slipped one finger inside her pussy and began finger-fucking herself.
"Father, I'm so hot now that I'm masturbating right here. My finger is inside my pussy and I'm moving it in and out. Forgive me Father, because I am sinning. I just can't help it. My finger feels so good inside my pussy, Father, that I just can't stop."
Amy heard the other door open and quickly scurried around the booth Mrs. Blair was in. She was out of sight before the priest appeared, but she was able to hear him.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" the priest yelled after throwing open the door and seeing Mrs. Blair sitting with her legs spread and her finger inside her pussy.
The priest leaned into the booth and grabbed Mrs. Blair by the arm, pulling her out of the seat. He moved quickly down the aisle of the church, dragging her behind him. Amy peeked around the booth and saw Mrs. Blair trying to keep up with him, almost falling several times on her high heels. But soon they were out of sight in the priest's private office.
The priest flung Mrs. Blair into his office and this time she did fall down. She was sitting with her knees up and spread, staring at the priest in shock. When she realized the priest was staring between her legs, under her skirt at her naked pussy, Mrs. Blair quickly snapped her knees together.
"What's the meaning of this?" the priest asked.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Father, but I had to do it," Mrs. Blair whimpered, the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.
"There is free will, you know," the priest preached. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. You are a slut and have dishonored the church and need to be punished."
Mrs. Blair was so distraught she just sat on the floor and cried. The priest violently pulled her up by her arm and dragged her to a chair. He sat down and yanked Mrs. Blair over his lap, face down. It didn't take much to lift her already short skirt, and now the mother of two was lying across the priest's lap with her naked ass displayed.
Mrs. Blair was about to complain when she felt the first slap. The priest's hand came crashing down on Mrs. Blair's buttocks, leaving a red handprint. Mrs. Blair let out a shriek but soon felt another stinging blow... and then another... and another. The priest was viscously spanking her bare ass, causing Mrs. Blair to scream out. She tried to reach behind her to stop the onslaught, but the priest easily swatted her hands away with his free hand. The teacher was totally humiliated, lying across the priest's lap like a naughty schoolgirl while he spanked her bare ass. After at least 20 hard whacks, the priest stopped and looked at her buttocks -- they were bright pink. He pushed Mrs. Blair onto the floor where she lay on her side rubbing her sore butt.
"You are a shameless hussy," the priest said. When he had Mrs. Blair's attention he added, "You are a tramp... a slut. You have cheated on your husband... committed illicit sex with many men... and showed no respect for the church or our God. You will not be forgiven and spend eternity in Hell."
"Oh God, please forgive me," Mrs. Blair cried, deathly afraid of going to Hell.
Through her tears, Mrs. Blair saw the priest stand up and watched him fumbling with his long black robe. He seemed to be pulling it upwards. He was! His shoes and black socks came into view and then his scrawny pale calves... then his bony knees... and then his thin thighs. The priest pulled his robe to his waist. Holding the garment out of the way, he stared down at the shocked woman crumbled at his feet. Mrs. Blair was flabbergasted. Why was the priest exposing himself? Why wasn't he wearing pants? Mrs. Blair had always thought priests wore pants under their robes.
"Pull my underwear down," he said to the stunned woman.
Mrs. Blair's jaw dropped, but she did as she was told. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of the plain white boxers, Mrs. Blair pulled them down. When they passed his genitals, she saw the fat cock and dark pubic hair but she continued until they were at his ankles. The priest sat back down and raised his feet. Mrs. Blair dutifully pulled his underwear over his black socks and shoes. The priest lowered his feet to the floor and spread his knees.
"Suck my cock," he said.
"What? I... I can't do that. It's... it's...." Mrs. Blair said in shock.
"It's adultery," the priest finished her sentence. "Well, slut, that's nothing new for you. Now suck my cock and ask for forgiveness."
"I cannot do that. You're a man of God, sworn to celibacy. It is so wrong to do what you ask of me. I cannot and will not do it," Mrs. Blair said defiantly.
The priest was furious and seemed to explode. He leapt at the woman on the floor and began ripping her clothes off. First her little top was pulled over her head and then her miniskirt removed. Mrs. Blair was pounding on the priest's chest with her fists, but it was as if he didn't even feel the blows. Then the priest grabbed Mrs. Blair's arm and pulled her onto his lap as he sat in the chair again. She was face down, squirming and trying to get away. She felt the priest's cock against her naked belly, and wanted to crawl into a hole, but that was nothing compared to the pain of his hand smacking her butt.
"OW... OW, please stop... OW... ouch... OW, OW, OW...." Mrs. Blair screamed as the blows increased in speed and hardness. "Okay... okay... okay, STOP!! STOP!!"
The priest ceased his spanking and felt Mrs. Blair's body convulsing on his lap. Her butt was no longer pink... it was now a deep red. Mrs. Blair was trying to control her breathing and stop her crying, but found it difficult. She moved slightly and felt the priest's cock again, but this time it felt hard. In fact, it felt like the priest was pushing his pelvis upwards, forcing his hard-on against her belly.
Mrs. Blair continued to uncontrollably cry while lying across the priest's lap. She just couldn't seem to stop. But at least he had stopped spanking her. His hand, actually, seemed to be caressing her bottom. She wondered if he was sorry for what he had done and was trying to soothe her pain. His hand was gentle enough, comforting the burning cheeks of her ass.
But then Mrs. Blair's sobbing suddenly stopped. She felt another pain that caused her to hold her breath. The priest jammed a finger inside her asshole -- all the way. And then he began to viscously move it in and out, not tenderly, but with a great deal of force. Every time Mrs. Blair reached back for his hand, she received a hard slap on her butt. When a second finger entered her anus, Mrs. Blair cried out in pain.
"STOP!!" she shouted. "IT HURTS!!"
But the priest didn't stop. The priest was a disciplinarian and a sadistic streak in him came forth. He rammed two fingers in and out of the naked adulteress' ass as she lay squirming on his lap. Her ass cheeks were burning and her asshole was hurting, but just when Mrs. Blair thought she was going to pass out the priest pulled his fingers from her ass and pushed her off his lap. When she looked up she saw that his cock was fully hard.
"Now suck my cock!" the priest demanded.
Mrs. Blair got to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance. Still crying, she put her hands on the priest's knees and pulled her aching body up so that she was kneeling between his legs. She looked at his hard cock and then up at his face. She felt fear when she saw his face and quickly looked back down. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her mouth. Mrs. Blair -- the respected teacher, wife, and mother -- was naked and on her knees sucking her priest's cock.
Mrs. Blair's head bobbed up and down as her lips and tongue performed. She was still crying, but was afraid to stop. The pain in her ass was a reminder to do what the priest told her. Mrs. Blair closed her eyes and tried to make believe it was not the priest's cock in her mouth... that it was another man's... anyone else's. It just seemed so wrong to be having sex with a priest.
Mrs. Blair felt the priest's fingers entwine in her hair and pull her head up. The pain was felt in her scalp, but not as much as when he forcefully pulled her head back into his lap, jamming his cock down her throat. Mrs. Blair began gagging, but the priest was deaf to her plight. He pulled her head up again by her hair and pulled it down hard. He kept doing it while Mrs. Blair frantically struggled to breathe. Again she thought she was about to pass out when the priest flooded her mouth with his hot cum. He kept shooting more and more sperm down her throat and Mrs. Blair kept gagging and coughing. When the priest stopped cumming, he pulled Mrs. Blair's head off his cock and held her by her hair. The poor woman was choking as she swallowed and tried to breathe. Then she felt like her hair was going to be torn from her scalp as the priest jerked her head back and threw her to the floor.
Mrs. Blair was still sputtering when the priest grabbed a lock of her hair again and dragged her across the room by her hair. Her hands went to the priest's, trying desperately to free herself, but she was no match for his strength. Instead, she had to endure the pain in her scalp as well as on her knees from the carpet burn. When Mrs. Blair's head banged against the side of the desk she saw stars for a moment, but then she felt her body being lifted by her hair. She shrieked in pain, but the priest didn't seem to notice.
Actually, the priest was not ignoring her. He reveled in her screams and tears. His hard lonely life taught him to be harsh and, although the church forbade it, he was a man with sexual needs. He found that when he disciplined the boys attending his school his desires were stirred and he'd get hard. As all too common today, the priest sexually abused the boys under his care.
When the priest spanked Mrs. Blair, he felt the stirrings in his loins and his cock got hard. He had no sexual interests in women, but the punishment he was inflicting caused him to seek sexual relief. When the woman sucked his cock, he closed his eyes and imagined it was the mouth of a one of his boys.
The sadistic nature within the priest was controlling his actions now. He dragged Mrs. Blair by her hair which he knew hurt a lot. He pushed her, face down, over his desk. He grabbed a wooden ruler that was lying on top of his neatly organized desk and began whacking her backside with it. The screams Mrs. Blair shouted caused his cock to harden again. The red cheeks of the woman reminded him of the many boys' asses that he had punished in the past and he felt the desire to fuck it.
The priest threw the ruler away and got behind Mrs. Blair. He tried to imagine the fiery red ass before him belonged to a boy as he pointed his hard cock at her anus and pushed all the way in with one hard thrust. The shriek that Mrs. Blair emitted reminded him of the many shouts from his students and urged him on. He pounded into her ass with a fury, taking pleasure from her screams. With his hands firmly on her hips, the priest fucked Mrs. Blair's ass as hard as he could.
The priest was not a young man and, since he had already cum once, he was not going to orgasm again soon. He fucked Mrs. Blair's ass for over half an hour, tearing her anal tissues as he viscously rammed his hard cock in and out. By the time the priest was ready to cum, Mrs. Blair lay flat on her chest across the top of his desk, totally exhausted. Her body was limp, but in more pain than she could ever remember. When the priest's sperm filled her rectum, she felt a burning sensation within her body as it coated her torn muscle. When the priest pulled out of Mrs. Blair's ass, she literally slid off the desk and crumbled to the floor.
The priest told Mrs. Blair to get dressed and leave, which she gladly did. Amy was waiting for her outside by the car and wanted to know what happened and what took so long. She was upset with Mrs. Blair for having to wait so long, but when her former teacher told her what happened, with Amy insisting on all the gory details, the teenager was pleased.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 9
