Carole Wilson - Second grade teacher

"Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph," she grunted as she felt the hotly gushing cum on one boy shooting deep up into her greedily gulping throat in front and another far up into her cock-filled asshole from behind!

Her shoulders again dropped to the mattress so that her firm white buttocks were sticking up in the air and the great cock behind her could fuck her at will. There was nothing now but this great fleshy boy-cock that was filling her as she had never been filled before. She ground back against it as she felt it throb into a huge hardness that could only mean one thing.

She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last fuck as the youth shoved his cock the full length into her body. Karen screamed, muttering strange incoherent sounds that blended with the boy's gasping grunts as she felt the first hot waves of his white fluid spewing into the depths of her rectum.

"Aaaahhhhhh…!" She shrieked out in her own release as the boy's jerking orgasm shook her body like a volcanic eruption. She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the squirting cock and felt her body explode her anal passage. His cum overflowed, running down the crevice of her wide-spread buttocks and mingling with her own cum fluids in a single stream of thick viscous cream that streamed down the backs of her quaking thighs. There were several more convulsive jerks of her pelvis against his loins, and then she fell back onto the mattress, his weight toppling over on top of her, pushing her face down across Larry, who she had just sucked dry.

And then the whole world seemed to fall in around her as she heard the deep voice of a man say, "Well, Miss Heller… I trust you and the boys have been having fun!"

Karen opened her eyes and saw the frowning face of Martin Goodspeed, the Superintendent of her school!

Martin Goodspeed had been having such a wonderful time with Karen's class around the campfire that, when they finally went to their tents, he decided that he would see what the lovely teacher was doing with the older boys. He was very proud of her after he had spent some time with her class. Her students were brighter and more intelligent than any of the other teacher's, and he wanted to see how she acted with students. He had gone to her cabin, knowing that she was in there with the four of them, but no one had answered the door when he knocked. Finding it unlocked, he opened it up, seeing, to his horror, his new teacher sucking on one boy's cock while another was fucking her in the ass. The other two boys were so intent on watching that no one had seen him standing there, and he watched mesmerized as Karen and the two other boys climaxed together.

It was incredible… This new teacher was actually fucking the students. The thought occurred to him that she must have been doing the same thing with her own class. Twenty-five eight-year-old boys! No wonder she never explained her teaching methods. Well, sex education was something that the boy's parents should take care of… not a teacher… and certainly not like this!

Karen looked horrified at the Superintendent, and then her face broke into a smile. She knew that her students were more active than any of the others in the school, and she was determined that she would defend what she had done with them. The four boys in the cabin with her cringed and tried to hide behind the bed, but Karen pulled her exhausted body up and sat cross-legged, exposing her cum-flooded cunt to Martin's steely gaze. Let's see him try and talk to a naked woman, she thought. I'll bet he's already aroused. Something tells me this is going to be fun. She knew she would never be able to keep what she had been doing a secret forever, and as long as it was now out in the open, she was determined to face it.

"As a matter of fact… Martin, yes. The boys and I were having fun. Would you care to join us?"

She smiled as she saw the Superintendent reel back at her suggestion. He was really not a bad looking man, she thought. In fact, he would be rather handsome… if he would just open up a little.

"Join a slut like you?" he said with contempt. "I'd sooner die first. I hope you realize that this terminates your status as a teacher."

"I don't think you would like the riot you would have on your hands, Martin, if you fired me."

"Just what do you mean by that?" the stodgy man asked.

"I mean that the students would probably rip the school apart if I was asked to leave. They like me, you know."

"Yes… and I can see why," he countered. He wasn't going to let this go unreported. True, his school was considered experimental, but this was going too far… much too far.

"My students like me, Mr. Goodspeed, because I'm a good teacher. I don't give them a lot of bullshit, like some of the other teachers I can think of. I treat them the way they should be treated… and I let them know the truth."

"And I suppose… fucking them is the truth?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Sex is something wonderful and pleasurable… not something to be hidden behind bathroom doors and whispered about as though it was something dirty. You act as if you haven't been fucked by a woman in years. I'll bet you've forgotten what it's like."

That hit home, Karen thought as she saw Martin stiffen as though he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. And she could see something else as well. His cock was starting to press tightly against his pants. She was getting through to him, and she decided to press her advantage.

"You see, Martin, you and all the other people of the school have decided that you don't want the boys to find out about sex. But there's nothing you can to do prevent them. If they don't get it from me, they'll get it from someone who doesn't understand them the way a teacher does. I'll bet none of them can talk to their parents about sex. Their parents have already closed the door by telling them it's something dirty."

As she spoke, she hopped off the bed. She would not only take care of his reason… she would take care of his body as well. I should be shown once again what it was like to have an orgasm, he would see her point.

He followed her motions with his gray eyes until she was standing right next to him.

"I show my students that sex is not dirty… that it's something to be enjoyed… and that it's something necessary as well. I'll bet you aren't as honest with children as that!"

Her voice was no longer defiant, but smooth and seductive as she brushed her naked body against Martin's arm. He pulled his arm away from her as though touching her would give him some sort of disease, but there was only so far he could back away until he was finally pressed against the wall. Well-l-l, thought Karen. She had seduced eight-year-olds… now it was time to really put her talents to work. Karen traced a line with her finger down Martin's stomach, coming close to, but not quite touching the jutting bulge in his pants. "Of course, Martin, people might wonder how it was possible that I could seduce my students without your knowledge. After all, you are supposed to know everything that goes on in the school… aren't you?"

Closer her hand came to his blood-swollen penis as she spoke, until she slipped her left hand under his waist band and touched the burgeoned head of his cock with her fingers. Martin froze as the reality of what she had just told him hit his brain like a ton of bricks. He would never be able to convince the parents that he had no knowledge of what Karen had been doing to her class. He tried to think of what he should do, but her fingers were tightening on the widening circumference of his cock, and he couldn't suppress the shudder of pleasure which her touch afforded him. He had spent so long working with children that all his time had been channeled to them. It had been years since he had anything that could be called a social life, but he did remember the one girl he had fucked so very long ago. As Karen worked her hand up and down his cock in his pants, he could feel the memories of that woman burning in his brain… God! She had been wonderful, but he had left her to pursue his career in education. All his pent-up emotions were flowing out of him now as Karen stroked and squeezed his cock. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to scream, shout, demand that this mockery be halted… but he couldn't. He was held, as if turned to stone, by the dynamic hold that Karen had on his burgeoning cock. Could it be that she was right and he, along with all the rest of the school staff had been wrong?