Kathy Andrews - Teacher_s little helpers

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."