After class with teacher

CHAPTER SEVEN

Gloria couldn't understand how the Harrisons had ever gotten together. Peter Harrison was the head maintenance man at the school, and his wife Helen was advisor to the senior girls. Helen Harrison was an attractive, well-dressed blonde. She was well spoken and intelligent. Her husband, on the other hand, was a slob.

Pete Harrison always wore a little blue knitted cap and a dirty work shirt. He looked like he shaved once a week and he always had a toothpick in his mouth. He had leering eyes and a leering grin, and he spent most of his time coming on to the girl, students and the young female teachers. He had an affinity for blondes, but anything would do as long as she was female.

"I know what you're doing with those kids," he snickered. "You're not kidding me with your high and mighty ways."

Gloria felt a stab of fear run through her body. "What do you mean?" she said, her voice quavering.

Pete looked at her with his beady little eyes and laughed. "You know what I mean Mrs. Maitland. If you're nice to me I'll keep my mouth shut. If not, well, your husband has a big job at the plant, and how do you suppose he'd feel about his pretty wife humping half the boys at the high school?"

He cackled like a maniac and Gloria shivered. "What do you want?" she hissed. "I have a little money, if that's what you want."

"Hell, no, I won't want your money, Mrs. Maitland," he chuckled. "Guess again."

She trembled at his disgusting laugh and his evil little eyes. "I want some pussy, Mrs. Maitland," he finally spit out. "I want the same thing you're giving all those kids. Some nice juicy pussy. I got an office down in the basement. You know where it is. You be there after class today. Four-thirty will be just fine." He cackled again and then repeated. "Yep, four-thirty for a little piece!"

He turned abruptly and walked away. Gloria stared after him, shuddering with apprehension. She knew he meant what he said. She had heard stories about him and she knew that if she didn't do what he wanted he would indeed tell Frank.

She phoned Frank at his office and told him she was working late, giving some make-up exams. He couldn't have cared less, he was so wrapped up in his new job.

It's his fault, she thought angrily. All his fault. If he paid more attention to me I wouldn't have to fool around with teenage kids, and then this wouldn't have happened.

Then she had to admit it wasn't all Frank's fault, it was her fault too. No one put a gun to her head and made her fuck half the male student body at the school. She was having the time of her life, and now the piper had to be paid.

She considered telling Pete Harrison to go to hell, but she realized it was no use. She'd have to do whatever he wanted. One word from him to Frank and her marriage would be over, and she didn't want that. With it all she loved Frank and she didn't want anything to happen to her marriage.

She went into her office and tried to calm down. She felt her heart pound, and realized that besides fear she was also sexually aroused. The prospect of fucking Pete Harrison was making her pussy cream! God, what a wanton slut she'd become!

She cupped her tits through her tailored suit jacket, and toyed with her stiff nipples. Maybe she ought to have a baby and settle down.

She shrugged. She'd think about that later. Right now she was terribly hot, and needed to get off. She went down to the hall to the teacher's john and locked herself in a booth. She was grateful no one else was there. She'd be a few minutes late for class, but that was no problem.

She picked up her skirt and stuck her hand inside her panties. She tangled her fingers in her thick dark cunt bush. She moved her legs apart and spread them as wide as she could. She fondled her nipples and thrust her crotch forward.

She pried her cuntlips open and slipped two fingers inside, her dripping cunthole. She bucked her ass, finger-fucking her pussy-hole, her breath coming in gasps.

Grinding her hips, she rubbed her cunt, smearing, her flood of cuntjuice over her crotch. Her little clit was stiff and erect and she began flicking it with her thumb.

She was working herself in a frenzy now, her eyes glazed and her mind consumed with hot waves of pleasure washed up from her pussy. Her thighs quivered as she squatted over the toilet, her fingers churning in and out of her juicy cunthole. In a moment her pussy convulsed, in a wrenching, spasming orgasm.

For a few minutes the pulsing of her pussymeat made her forget all about Pete Harrison. Her body jerked and trembled in another orgasm, and she had to lean against the wall of the booth to keep her balance.

Then her conversation with Pete Harrison interrupted her thoughts. There was no way she could avoid going to his office at four-thirty to do what he wanted. She shivered. So be it. She had to keep him quiet at any cost.

At exactly four-thirty Gloria walked down to the basement and hesitatingly knocked at the door of the head maintenance man. A creepy voice told her to come in.

She pushed the door open and found herself in a dingy office, with an old beat up desk and a torn rocking chair. Pete sat in the chair with a disgusting grin on his face, and a bottle of beer in his hand. He'd gotten dressed up for her. Instead of his usual overalls, he had on a decent pair of pants. He still wore the little blue cap, and there was a definite bulge in his crotch.

He snickered and spread his legs, sliding down in his chair. He pushed his crotch forward and looked her up and down. His beady little eyes appraised her body, his lips twisted in an insolent sneer.

"Well, come right on in, little lady," he snickered. "It ain't the Ritz, but it'll have to do, right!"

His eyes raked over, her body and Gloria shivered with a combination of repulsion and lust. She sat down on a rickety chair facing him. He leered at her when she crossed her legs, his eyes raking over her firm thighs.

"Do it and get, it over with!" she hissed.

"That's the spirit," he cackled. "But what's the hurry, little lady? What's the hurry?"

Gloria trembled, filled with loathing for this disgusting man who had her in his power. "You're not going to bother me again, are you?" she said. "This is a one-time thing, isn't it? I absolutely will not do this again."

He smirked. "Do you really think you're in any position to make rules?" he snickered. Then his eyes glanced up and down her body. "I'll do whatever I want, and you can't stop me!"

He giggled now as he moved his large calloused hand between his legs and rubbed his bulging crotch.

"You don't want your husband to find out what you've been up to, do you?" he croaked, rubbing his cock through his pants.

"You know I don't!" she hissed.

"Well, then, you know what I want!"

He pulled his zipper down and his fly fell open. Gloria shuddered when he brought out his long, thick cock. He was half-hard, but his cockhead was red and dripping cockjuice.

The lewd exposure of his prick made Gloria's legs tremble in spite of herself. His cock was slowly getting bigger and he closed his fingers around his thick cockshaft. Gloria stared at his stiffening fuckpole as he lightly pumped it up and down with a slow steay rhythm.

He grinned at her, his eyes arrogant and mean. "This is a man's dick, Mrs. Maitland, not a kid's!"

She had to admit he was right. Teenage boys were fun, but there was nothing like a mature man's fuekpole. Even if he was a disgusting person like Pete Harrison.

She had a sudden flash of Helen Harrison. This was the attraction. His seven inch prick, dripping cockjuice as he pumped it up and down with his flying fingers. This was what must have kept Helen Harrison happy with a slob like Pete Harrison. His big fat seven incher!

Pete's eyes were glittering now, as he pumped his cock faster and faster. "Get your clothes off!" he hissed. "Let me have a look at that gorgeous bod of yours!"

She stared hypnotized at his cock. Her hands moved slowly to the buttons of her blouse. He watched her through heavy lidded eyes, and in a moment her jacket was unbuttoned and off her shoulders.

"Get it all the way off!" he snickered.

She peeled the jacket off her body. She hadn't worn a bra today, and her sensitive nipples betrayed her excitement. They were stiff and puckered, hard with lust she could no longer control.

"Man, what jugs!" he croaked. "No bra, either! Now, Mrs. Maitland, you're not gonna fight me, are you? You're gonna do exactly as I say."

She nodded. She was in his power now, in more ways than one. He could tell her to do anything and she would do it.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He snickered. "Let's just get those pretty lips wrapped around my prick, little lady," he hissed. "Let's have a little head!"

Gloria caught her breath. She had prayed he wouldn't ask for that. She had prayed that a quick fuck would be enough to satisfy him. The thought of sucking his cock made her sick to her stomach. Long and thick as it was, it still belonged to this horrible man.

He saw her hesitate and got up from his chair. He moved toward her, standing in front of her with his cock swaying under her face. She stared at his piss-tunnel, at the drop of clear prick-cream brimming in his pisshole.

Suddenly his strong fingers grasped her shoulders, digging into her soft flesh. "Get your lips on my cock, Mrs. Maitland!" he growled. "Suck my prick!"

A soft moan escaped her lips. She couldn't avoid the inevitable. Her mouth was poised over his dripping pisser and she could smell his musky male smell. Her pulse raced at the sight and smell of his throbbing fuck-meat.

"I can't!" she whimpered.

He gripped her shoulders more firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He moved forward and rubbed the velvety knob of his cock against her, cheek. He smeared his fuck-oil over her face, all the time whispering for her to suck his cock.

"You've sucked plenty in your life, Mrs. Maitland," he hissed. "Come on now, get it in there!"

Gloria shuddered. She knew it was useless to resist. She also had a terrible urge to do it, to suck this awful man's prick. She was about to open her mouth and suck his cockhead in when he suddenly reached down and grabbed one of her jiggling tits.

"Great titties!" he snickered.

He pinched and fondled her nipples while Gloria bit her lip and moaned. The pleasure was more intense than the humiliation and the spongy tips of her nipples stiffened and throbbed. He chuckled, aware of her lust, as he continued rubbing the plum of his cock against her cheek.

"You're a hot number, Mrs. Maitland, aren't you? Yeah, no wonder all the boys like you so much. Take my balls out Mrs. Maitland!"

She sobbed softly, moving to obey him. She took the big sac out of his fly. His hand continued jiggling one tit and then the other. She held the thick stalk of his cock in one hand and his big ball-bag in the other.

She couldn't help it, his cock felt wonderful in her hand. She wondered how it would feel stuffed up her cunt. She blushed when she pictured how it would feel reaming out her cunt-channel.

"Get it in there!" he grunted, shoving his hips forward, his fat cockhead pressed against her lips. She yielded, whimpering as she opened her mouth as wide as possible. In a moment her mouth engulfed the bloated knob of his cock and she began sucking his thrusting bulb.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, "Suck that prick, Mrs. Maitland! Qoooooh, yeaaaaaaaaah, that's nice!"

His prick filled her mouth. His cockhead pushed at her tongue, sliding forward to jab at the back of her throat. She gagged momentarily and then recovered, and wrapped her tongue around his cockmeat.

She began pumping his cockshaft with her fingers at the same time she sucked on his cockhead. She trembled as he pushed forward and drove his cockhead halfway down her throat.

She tightened her throat muscles aroqnd his thick stalk and he gasped as he began pumping his prick in and out of her throat. She struggled for breath and he finally pulled his cock out of her throat until she had only his cockhead inside her lips.

She began bobbing her head up and down on his cock now, sucking him vigorously. She was enjoying it, but she didn't want him to know that. It was a nice cock, big and juicy and hard. If she didn't think about the man it was attached to, it was okay.

She wondered if he was going to shoot off in her mouth. The idea repulsed her, but maybe she'd be able to spit it out if he did. As if reading her mind, he stared at her with mean, beady eyes. "Don't think you're not gonna drink my cream, you bitch! You're gonna drink every drop, you slut!"

She moaned, with passion and with disgust, sucking and bobbing her mouth back and forth on his wriggling hunk of male-meat. She was totally turned on now. Maybe it was because of the animal like submission he was forcing on her, or maybe it was just the juicy stiff cock in her mouth. Whatever it was, she was terribly excited and turned on.

His cock was thoroughly coated with her saliva and the ring of her lips slid smoothly back and forth over his thick cylinder. She gasped for breath, but sucked him ravenously.

She swallowed down the cockjuice leaking out of his pisshole. Her throat muscles clutched at his knob at the end of each stroke. She fucked him with her mouth, maintaining a steady rhythm and bobbing her head frantically.

His thrusting cockshaft trembled and pulsated in her mouth. His balls tightened and jumped in her hand. She could feel his cockhead swelling in her mouth and she sucked him in a frenzy, slurping sucking noises escaping her lips. She massaged the bulb of his cock with her stiff tongue and nibbled on the slick plum. She gripped his cockhead with her teeth and then opened her mouth wider, sliding down to engulf all of his cock. She whimpered as his coarse crotch hair tickled her nose.

She sucked on his fuckpole with relish, her fingers pumping the pulsating length of his cock. She squeezed the base of his cunt spreader and felt his cylinder of male-meat swell in her mouth. Each time his cockhead lodged in the back of her throat, a wave of pure lust washed over her body.

She fondled and squeezed his balls and nuzzled his crotch hair each time she swooped down to engulf his meat. His throbbing fuckmeat filled her mouth as he pumped his prick, meeting her stroke for stroke.

Saliva drooled out of her mouth and washed over his cock and balls. The ring of her lips was stretched wide by his thick cock and her mouth ached from the stretching.

She was mewling now, crooning with pleasure as she licked and sucked on his thrusting fuckpole. Suddenly he shuddered and his hips jerked forward. She clamped her lips behind his cockhead to avoid choking and in a moment his cockhead exploded in her throat. He cried out as his hot thick jism gushed into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his slimy fuck-cream bubbled out of his pisshole and flowed over her tongue. She sucked it in and the rubbery lava cascaded down her throat.

She sucked convulsively, gulping wad after wad of squirmy liquid into her moth. Some of it overflowed and gushed down to her chin. She slobbered over his spitting cock like some savage animal, sucking his hot cream down her greedy throat.

Wild with lust, now she shoved her hand under her skirt and grabbed her pussy. A frenzied massage brought her a quick orgasm, even while her throat muscles continued to work on his thrusting, erupting cock.

Her lips were still stretched wide on his fuckpole, and her nose and chin were coated with his thick jisin. Her face was wet and sticky as she sucked him dry, finally pulling his prick from her lips.

His softening cock fell limply against her cheek and she licked at it with her tongue, licking up the jizz sticking to it and sucking it into her mouth. Stilt holding his balls, she squeezed his nuts and urged the last of his load out of his eggs.

At last Pete moved away from her mouth, his chest heaving and his eyes wide.

"What a trip!" he wheezed. "What a fuckin' trip! You could kill a guy!"

She closed her eyes and shuddered at the scope of her degradation. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at him. He was sitting in his rocker, his eyes closed and his breath coming in gasps.

If he had a heart attack, it wasn't hr fault, she decided. She almost wished he would have one, the sonofabitch!

She put her clothes on and left the dingy office.