Carole Wilson - Second grade teacher

And then she felt Johnny's loins jerk upward, the blunt bulbous head of his sperm-filled cock swelling hotly in her constricting throat… and it burst!

Even though she had been expecting it, she was not prepared for the vast amount of sperm this twelve-year-old lover was able to flood into her mouth and throat. It came washing into her gullet in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid. Gush after gush squirted into her mouth and washed down to her belly, joined by the racking tremors of her own lips as her endless orgasm erupted in a splendid detonation of blinding, lust-satisfying bliss. Again and again he spewed the violent jets of scalding pre-teen jism deep into her convulsing throat. The delicious teacher groaned while she continued sucking a swallowing, her Adam's apple bobbing crazily as she gulped the flood of boiling semen squirting into the warm wet cavern of her mouth…

And then the two of them were finished… both of them collapsing onto the wooden table, his deflating penis pulling from her still nibbling lips… and there was nothing left… nothing but the wonderful feelings of total satisfaction.

After a long while, the lovely naked red-headed teacher had caught enough of her breath to speak.

"Now… that's a good deal better than doing it yourself… right?"

Johnny looked at her semen covered lips with a huge smile on his face. "Boy… I'll say! A whole lot better. More fun too," he said breathlessly.

"I knew you'd think that," Karen beamed. "And I'll tell you something else you might like. I'm taking my class on a little field trip into the woods about an hour away from the school. I've fucked all of them, and they all liked it as much as you did. But I would like you to come along… if you can, that is. And bring some of your friends. I like a party… and the more people there, the more fun we'll have."

Johnny could hardly believe what he was hearing. Was he being invited to some sort of orgy? It sure sounded like he was… and he was being asked to bring as many friends as he could. This was too much… it was simply too much.

"Now," cautioned Karen. "You realize that if your parents ever found out about what we did, we would never be able to do it again."

"Ooohhh, sure, Miss Heller, you don't have to worry about me."

"I know I don't, Johnny, but a little caution never hurt anybody."

"I… I think I'd better be going home," the young boy stammered, looking around the library for his clothing. "My parents will probably be wondering why I'm so late."

In silence, the young boy dressed and, rolling up his magazine, he walked out the door. Karen smiled after him, sitting cross-legged on the table until she heard the door to the library close. She knew she was taking a big chance in than willing to take… especially after the incredible orgasm she had just had with Johnny. True, she might be getting a little bored with getting fucked by the same twenty-five students, but she could see now that the entire school was open to her. And she really didn't have to worry about any of the children saying anything. The last thing they wanted to do was something that would get her in enough trouble to be asked to leave the school.

Later that evening, Karen was sitting in her home feeling better than she had in a long time. She would never have believed when she moved to this small town that she would ever be as sexually satisfied as she was right now. She smiled to herself as she thought of the men in the town. For the most part, they had little or nothing to do with her. She assumed that it was because she was still an outsider… something she would probable always be. She knew that most of the people in Lincoln had been born and grew up there. She had come from a large city almost three hundred miles away. For all the townsfolk cared, she might just as well come from the moon. Not that they weren't friendly… when they spoke to her at all… but she sensed a distance that she would never be able to overcome. Well, that was fine with her. In a way, her third grade class was far more mature than the adults of the small town. Even before she had started fucking them, they had opened up to her, treating her as though she really belonged among them.

It was a small wonder, then, that very little of what went on in her classroom was heard about outside her classroom. Karen Heller and her third grade class were like a separate world unto themselves. It was a situation that suited Karen just fine. She was happy, her children were happy, and that was all that really mattered.

True, it might have been nice to have been fucked by one of the fathers instead of an eight-year-old. It had been almost two months since the wanton teacher had felt a man's cock in her cunt. She was getting so used to eight-year-old penises that Johnny's earlier that evening had felt like a log up between her legs.

Well, if that was the case, then she was looking even more forward to the trip in three days. Johnny would probably come. She could see that in his eyes. And he might bring some of his friends, too. God! Just thinking about being all alone in the woods with her precious little darlings made her cunt-lips tingle as though she hadn't been fucked in years. She smiled to herself as she thought about dozens of love-starved, lust-enraged boys using her body as a receptacle for their sweet cum. In her mouth… in her cunt… and they could suck and lick her… and squeeze her breasts… and suck her nipples… oooooohhhh… she had to stop thinking like that. She had work to do, and she would never get it done if she dwelt on the pleasures to come. She felt like a small child herself, waiting for Christmas. Yes… being alone in the woods with all her children was a little like Christmas…

Her thoughts were broken by the ringing of the telephone. She jumped with a start, and then went to answer it. It was only the second time in the month she had it that it had rung… and the first time had been a wrong number. God, she thought quickly… if it weren't for my students, I wouldn't be getting any cock at all. She picked it up, wondering who it was that was finally calling her.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello, Karen Heller?"

"Yes."

"This is Martin Goodspeed."

Karen closed her eyes and nodded knowingly. Martin was the head administrator for the school. He was a likable enough man, from what she knew of him, which really wasn't all that much. He was only a little older than she was, but he had lived all his life in Lincoln. Although he was hardly an exciting man, much of the original planning of the school had been his, and since he was unmarried, he had ample time to attend to the affairs of his brainchild.

"Yes, Martin… What can I do for you?"

"Well… it's about the little trip you're planning with your class. We of the school board were wondering if you were going to be the only adult there."

"Why… why, I hadn't really planned on any others," Karen said truthfully. The last thing she wanted was to have some parent find out how she had been running her class. Not only could something like that cost her her job, it could undo much of the good she had done to her students by showing them that sex was something wonderful and exciting.

"Well… I suppose we should have asked you about this sooner. Do you think you'll be able to get perhaps another parent to come… maybe a father?"

"I'll tell you what, Martin," Karen said, her mind racing quickly to form a plan. "I'll talk to my students and see what they have to say. Maybe some of can ask their fathers. Is that alright?"

"Yes… Yes, I think that will solve everything. Of course, we of the board would like to make sure of everything before you leave on Saturday, so we would like to have something before Friday."

"Well, I'll see what we can do," answered Karen, feeling a little put off that she was not trusted enough to handle her students in the woods. Still, what Martin said made sense… even if it did look as though her week-end with her little darlings could be ruined. And then a thought flashed through her brain. "Why don't you take a little time to come out and have a look at what we do, Martin," she said, smiling coyly. It might be sort of interesting to have a few adults with her after all.