Teacher's little helpers

CHAPTER EIGHT

Karen watched the odd family leave the next morning and felt a sense of loss as they drove away from the campgrounds. She looked at the paper in her hand, seeing the address they had given her, the telephone number. She crumpled it in her hand, and started to toss it away. But then she changed her mind and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans she had put on that morning.

She spent the day alone, thinking of what had happened to her these past few days. She had allowed herself to be caught up in a mess that could be extremely dangerous to her position, her profession. And it came about because of her intense desire for teenage boys. She laughed softly to herself as she corrected that. Her desire for teenage boys and girls, it seemed. Pamie had brought her out, made her discover the joys of eating sweet, young cunt. Then that tape, that damning tape those kids had made. With that still around, she could not get away from them.

Then there had been Stan, who fucked her in her never-before-fucked asshole, and made her love it. He was on the school board, and therefore just as dangerous to her as that tape his children had. But could he really do much to her? It was he who had fucked her, not she fucking him. It would be his word against hers, and most people would take her side, she thought.

And what about Susan? Karen would never under any circumstances consider such a beautiful, proper woman to go for cunt, but she certainly had. But one never knew, did one? she thought. No one knew of her own desires for teenagers, except those teenagers she had been with. No one would ever suspect she was that sort of person, would they?

Karen spent the day in loneliness. She was almost the last person at the campgrounds. There were two couples still there, but they were elderly and she had no interest in them. All the children were gone, she thought with sadness. There was no one to talk to, to be with.

Finally, she gathered up all her things and stored them in the motor home. It was getting dark when she drove from the campgrounds. It was about a two-hour drive to her home, and she drove with the radio on, playing softly. But she wasn't listening to the music she was still thinking of that past few days. It was no surprise to her when she found her pussy throbbing again. It always throbbed, she thought.

With a naughty smile, she opened her jeans and shoved them to her knees, then decided to open her blouse, too. Her tits stood out nicely, nipples hard. She fondled her tits as she drove in the darkness, feeling good. Before long she had her hand between her thighs and was rubbing her pussy, a finger thrust deeply into it. When she came, she almost ran off the road.

She drove the rest of the way home with her tits free and her jeans at her knees, feeling wonderful. Parking in the drive, she glanced about and saw the other homes were dark, no one about. Giggling sensuously, she slipped her jeans off, then got out of the motor home. With her blouse hanging loose, she walked nakedly to her door, fishing the key from the pocket of her jeans that she carried. Inside her house, she removed her blouse and then sat on the couch, one small light burning.

The telephone rang.

"Hello," she said, answering it.

"Karen?" said the familiar voice of Stan. "I thought you'd be home."

"Hot did you get…"

"Your number?" He laughed. "It's in the phone book, right?"

"What made you think I'd be home now?"

"Just a thought," he said. "How's your asshole?"

"How's my…"

She heard him laugh. "Listen, Susan wanted me to call and ask you to dinner at our house tomorrow. You are free, aren't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"We'll expect you, then," he said. "Why don't you come over about six? We can have a drink and eat later."

"Well, I…"

"Fine, see you."

The phone went dead in her hand.

Karen replaced the receiver. She sat there, stunned, knowing she shouldn't accept the invitation. Yet what would it look like if she should refuse an invitation from a member of the school board?

The next day, Karen spent a great deal of time on her body. She showered for half an hour, then perfumed herself until she felt irresistible. She brushed her hair until it gleamed with tiny highlights. She spent two hours preparing herself for dinner. She pulled on a pair of lacy bikini panties, with a matching bra. She chose a skirt that hugged her body, slit up both sides almost to her hips. Her blouse was a see-through, but the lacy bra prevented her tits from being totally naked. For a moment she considered nylons, or pantyhose, then thought against it. Her legs were smooth and well tanned, and she didn't need nylons to emphasize their slender beauty. At five-thirty, she started out the door, then turned back. She had forgotten the paper with the address on it. She searched about but couldn't find it. Almost in panic, she located her jeans in the washroom and found the crumbled paper. Then she left.

It was, she found, only a short walk from her own home, and since the night was warm and beautiful, she walked instead of taking her car. She walked briskly, the slit skirt flapping about her thighs, her hair waving and bouncing.

She found the house without difficulty, and rang the bell.

"You found it, I see," Stan said cheerfully as he opened the door to admit her. "Hey, you're stunning, Karen! I believe you're the most beautiful teacher our school district has."

Karen flushed at his compliment.

"Come on into the family room," Stan said, taking her arm. "Susan has a nice drink ready for you."

Susan, Karen saw, was beautifully dressed in almost the same manner as she. Susan, however, wore a dress instead of skirt and blouse, with along silt up the front. When she walked, the skirt of her dress flapped apart, revealing her creamy thighs a few inches from her crotch.

"I don't see Pamie and Devon," Karen said, looking around.

"We sent them to their room." Susan smiled as she kissed Karen's cheek lightly. "Tonight belongs to us."

Karen looked at Susan, wondering about that remark. She accepted the tall drink Susan handed her, and found it delicious. She sat on the end of the couch, making sure that her skirt did not open to reveal more than half of one thigh when she crossed her legs.

Susan was not as caring, she noticed. The front of her dress parted widely as she sat, and Karen saw the lacy crotch of her panties plainly. Glancing at Stan, she saw that he was eyeing her thigh.

"How about a bit of music or something?" Stan said, slipping a tape into the stereo. "I'm sure you'll like this one, Karen."

Karen froze when she heard her own voice: "You're so hard, Devon! I love it when a cock is hard this way. Has a girl ever put this lovely cock in her mouth and sucked it, made you come in her mouth?" Then there was Devon's voice: "Sure, lots of times…"

There was more, even with her and Pamie. Karen shook with fear. Now it was happening, now she would be fired and blackballed from ever teaching again.

"As you can hear," Stan said, still looking at her thigh, "that is some pretty damning evidence."

Karen couldn't speak. She couldn't even breathe. She sat there, eyes downcast, her face bright red with embarrassment. She didn't know what to say if she could speak.

"How long have you been this way?" Susan asked.

Karen struggled to bring her voice back, and she stammered, "I… I don't… oh God!" And she buried her face in her hands.

The silence was heavy about her, and she wished she could die. Her shame was great, and she wanted to jump up and flee, get away. But she could not move. All she could do was sit there and tremble in fear.

She felt a weight next to her and lifted her eyes. Through tears she saw Stan had scooted next to her, and he had placed his hand on her thigh. "It seems as if you have a desire for young boys and girls, doesn't it, Karen?"

"God, please, I…"

Stan began moving his palm up and down her thigh, caressing it. Karen glanced at Susan, her eyes pleading for understanding, for help of some sort. But Susan was no help. Karen saw that she was now sitting with her legs apart, the crotch of her panties fully revealed. She was caressing her own thighs, the inner surface of them, and her eyes were hot on Karen.

"You know what that tape means, don't you, Karen?" Stan said, flipping the front flap of her skirt to one side, exposing her thighs. "That tape means you're going to do what we want."

"What do you…" she stammered. "What do you mean?"

"It means you are going to allow me to fuck that pretty, tight asshole again, that's what it means." Stan moved his hand between her thighs, pulling them apart. "It also means that Susan can suck your sweet cunt when she wants."

Karen darted her glance from one to the other.

"Yes, darling," Susan said softly, shoving her hand into her panties and playing with her twat openly. "That is what it means all right. You see, Stan and I have an understanding. He loves to fuck a girl up the ass, any girl. Oh, he likes his cunt, too, don't get me wrong. In fact, he likes pussy just as much as he likes asshole. He knows I love to suck a pussy, just as I love to fuck and suck a nice hard cock, too."

Karen could hardly believe what she was hearing. These two, this man and his wife, were telling her all this. She shivered, wondering, realizing.

"It's so difficult to find a beautiful young woman like you," Susan was saying, "that has the same desires as we do. We consider ourselves lucky to have found you at the campgrounds."

"But I don't…"

"Maybe you don't," Stan said, running his hand up and down her crotch, "but you will. I have this feeling you're exactly like us, that you love sex as much as we do."

Karen didn't know what was going on, but she knew that there wasn't much she could do about it. She sat there, letting Stan feel her up, watching his wife unashamedly fondle her own cunt.

Stan opened his pants and pulled out his cock, taking Karen's hand and wrapping her fingers around it. When she held his prick of her own will, he turned her loose and went to feeling her pussy again. Susan got to her feet and came to Karen, dropping to her knees before her, running her hands up and down Karen's thighs.

"Isn't that a nice cock, Karen?" she asked. "Doesn't it feel good and hard in your hand? Oh, I know it isn't a young boy's cock, but it can be a lot of fun to play with just the same."

Susan slipped the crotch of Karen's panties one side, exposing the hairy lips. She caressed the lips with her fingertips gently, and Karen began to jerk her fist on Stan's cock faster and faster. Despite her misgivings, she could not resist her own desires, the powerful urge to become involved.

"Eat her cunt, Susan," Stan said in a thick voice, taking Karen's hand away and standing up. His cock waved a few inches from Karen's face. "I think Karen would love to suck me off while you lick her wet, hot snatch. Isn't that right, Karen?"

Before she could reply, Stan placed his hand on the back of her head and urged her mouth to his prick. It was dripping from the piss hole, the head smoothly swollen. Karen felt Susan's lips and tongue sliding about her inner thighs, going closer to her cunt, and she opened her lips.

Stan shoved his hard prick between Karen's lips, and she began to suck on it just as Susan's mouth contacted her tingling twat. Susan shoved her hands underneath Karen's ass and pulled her forward on the cushions until it hung over, then she began to tongue-fuck her. Karen could hear the mewling Susan made, and found herself responding by grinding her pussy into the woman's face. She sucked hard on Stan's cock, her tongue fluttering about his dripping piss hole.

"Suck it, baby," he grunted, thrusting his prick back and forth, watching her lips stretch around the thickness. "Suck my cock! Eat her wet twat, Susan! Stick your tongue up her hot pussy and suck it!"

Karen squirmed and twisted her ass about, grinding her pussy hard into Susan's mouth, her emotions whirling crazily. Every nerve in her slender body was alive, attuned to what they were doing with her, to her. Her tits swelled inside her bra until she thought they would burst, and her pussy was already going through a series of explosive orgasms.

Susan was clutching her round ass tightly as she sucked and licked, and Karen thought even her asshole was going through the convulsions of orgasm. Her whole body seemed to be coming apart, the ecstasy whipping through her like a fire out of control. She sucked furiously at Stan's cock, bobbing her lovely face back and forth rapidly as he fucked into her mouth.

Then Stan exploded into her mouth. His cum splashed over her tongue, sending Karen into a more powerful orgasm against Susan's lips and tongue. She whimpered loudly, her body thrashing wildly.

Some of Stan's cum escaped her tight lips and dribbled onto her chin, but she swallowed and gulped as fast as she could. Stan pulled his prick from her clinging lips and Karen's tongue followed it, licking at the still-dripping head. She mewled as she darted her tongue against his cockhead, wanting it back in her mouth desperately. She was still coming, and didn't think she would ever stop.

Susan had shoved her skirt high, past her hips, and she sat there with her panties revealed, the crotch pulled to one side, pussy showing. Susan pulled her mouth away from the hairy twat and looked at it, still caressing Karen's smooth thighs with her hands.

The sudden sounds of giggling broke trough Karen's thoughts. She turned her head toward the sound, and almost fainted.

Pamie and Devon were standing in the door-way leading to the family room. They were watching, giggling.

"Oh God!" Karen groaned with embarrassment.