Heather Brown - Kidnapped housewife

"And I'm Chuck," the boy said. He was a rugged specimen, but still young enough to have a face full of freckles.

The teacher just stood there. Drooping in the baggy sweater and jeans, she was back to being homely again.

"And I already know your name, of course, Miss Turner," I tried to alleviate the damper she put on the situation.

It was no use. The sound of her name had apparently triggered a relapse, and she was back in hysteria. Without Chinga's gun monitoring everything, I responded to her grief by softly embracing her.

"Don't worry," I soothed her as I put her weeping head on my shoulder. "Everything's going to be all right."

"But that man is such a beast!" she wailed.

"Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you," I assured her.

"I feel so degraded," she sobbed. "So so ugly."

"No," I blurted. "You mustn't think that. You're beautiful. I've seen you."

Of course I immediately realized that I'd just reminded her in so many words of how I, and everyone else, had seen her naked. At once her body began to shake. Even through our clothing I could feel it moving against mine.

All of a sudden I felt like I was magnetized to her. Couldn't have gotten away if I'd wanted to.

And I didn't want to. Even under the baggy jeans and sweater and possessed by fright, Miss Turner's body was a total turn-on.

"Calm down," I urged. When she didn't I kissed her.

Since her mouth was open to begin with, it was a deep kiss. A soul kiss. My tongue hardened and shot all the way down her throat.

Below, my knee showed similar reflexes, and hoisted itself into the young school teacher's crotch. My right hand automatically slid under her sweater and clasped her warm, firm breasts.

"What are you doing?" she gasped when we broke the kiss for air.

"Calming you down," I smiled, trying to communicate as an aroused woman rather than as a sinister captor.

"Well, don't stop," she grinned back through her tears. "I'll take a gentle touch any place I can get it at this stage of the game, just so long as that animal isn't here."

As though we were waltzing, I guided her over to one of the double beds in the room. Laying her down, I smiled warmly, asking in my expression for an invitation to join her.

"Make love to me," she gave it. "Make me forget where I am and everything else that's happening."

"Are you going to undress Miss Turner, Angie?"

Robin asked.

The kids. In my concentration on their teacher I had forgotten all about them.

"Yes," I admitted, dumbfounded by the realization of their presence. They were of the age that they almost could have been my own children watching me behave this way.

"Can we watch?" Chuck asked.

I didn't know what to say or do. I'd been so apathetic to my own children recently, that I'd forgotten how to deal with pesky kids.

"I have an idea, children," the teacher said from the bed. "Why don't you two help Angie. We'll have fun."

Christ, she talked to them like she was trying to get them to stay after school and clean the erasers. One would hardly guess she was essentially inviting them to join an orgy of adults and children.

"Oh," squealed Robin, "you mean like we did at the fifth grade picnic with you and Miss Stewart?"

"Yes, dear," Miss Turner replied. "I'd hoped you hadn't forgotten."

So – things were not as innocent as they seemed. This had all happened before. The three R's weren't all this teacher taught her students.

The two kids were standing by the bed now, hurriedly stripping. Since they were both wearing jeans and t-shirts, just like my kids, it was impossible if you got your eyes crossed to remember which crotch was going to come up pronged and which one slitted.

Chuck's prick was the first to show. He had a hard-on, and even at ten he could get it to a full five inches.

Then Robin's pussy came into view. It was a hairless delight, with pouting, pink pussy lips oozing from her fully exposed vaginal, crack.

Of course one child's chest was as flat as the other, but what they had between their legs more than made up for any deficiency in secondary sexual characteristics. Their attitudes weren't bad either.

Leaping nakedly onto the bed, the two kids clawed at their teacher's clothing, baring her considerable charms within seconds. As a nice touch, Miss Turner had her legs spread apart so her gorgeous pussy was gaping by the time they finished.

"Oh, somebody eat my cunt while Chuck fucks me in the mouth," the spread eagled school teacher moaned excitedly. "I want it so bad!"

To my dismay, I lost the race to Miss Turner's honey-pot to the speed of youth. Robin's narrow little butt was poling up in my face almost before I had a chance to move.

Then, stepping back a couple of spaces for perspective, I realized that I may have come up a winner by losing. Why not give Robin her teacher's pussy when it put her in a position to offer her even more tender twat to me?

Yes, the succulent crevice was protruding from between the bottom of the splayed cheeks of her ass. A notch above, her anus winked at me like an impish rosebud.

"Go ahead and suck her cunt," Chuck said from Miss Turner's head, where he was expertly stuffing his young cock in her mouth. "Robin loves to have adults go down on her."

And a child shall lead them, I mentally recounted the old Biblical passage with appropriate irony. Then, the benediction aside, I got down to the business at hand. The delicious business at hand of a ten-year-old pussy.

Getting on my knees at the end of the bed, I shoved my face into Robin's spread ass. My lips found her labia immediately, and we began an oral-genital kiss.

I had eaten pussy more than once since my kidnapping, but sucking on a horny child's was something else. With no hair to get in the way, every taste was sweet and meaty.

And wet. The kid was producing as much juice from her cunt as a grown woman. I swallowed every drop I could.

Her clit was small but hard when I found it. In a few moments it was even harder more like a miniature spike than the bodily organ of a young girl.

Then, I moved my tongue up a notch to her sugary asshole. It was hard to believe that such a sweet hole had ever been used to transmit anything as disgusting as shit.

Penetrating her tight rectum was a tough assignment, but my tongue was more than up to it. Twisting like a screwdriver, it found her slot and swiveled inside. To my astonishment, her young ass was almost as wet as her pussy. I couldn't get enough of its succulent goo.

Meanwhile, I wasn't the only one in action by a long shot. All four of us were getting either our figurative or literal licks in.

Chuck was pumping away down the teacher's throat, fucking her mouth with all five inches of his ten-year-old cock. At the same time, he played with her boobs, eventually lowering his head and biting the long, stiff nipples.

Robin, between Miss Turner's wide-open legs, was noisily eating pussy. She went after it like normal kids her age went after ice-cream.

As the only passive member of our group, Miss Turner writhed and moaned in ecstasy. It was clear her two pupils already had her climaxing.

Chuck was getting especially active now, and soon proclaimed he was cumming. I left Robin's ass and cunt and went around to the side to see what ten-year-old boy-cum looked like.

I didn't have to wait long. His dick lurched in the teacher's mouth, her cheeks swelled, she gulped and then what wasn't swallowed came dribbling out.

It was gorgeous white gold. The liquid velvet from a pair of hairless balls.

I fell across Miss Turner, and kissed her to get at the cum. Plumbing the depths of her throat with my long tongue, I robbed her of glob after glob of her wet treasure.

Then, when I had sucked her dry, I broke the kiss and returned my attention to the boy's cock. I wondered if what they said was true about the sexual endurance of the young.