Michael Scott - Sex teacher

"Anything?" Angela whispered skeptically, caressing Cathy's hot ass cheeks. "Do you really mean that? Would you – have sex with someone else if I wanted you to?"

"Yes!" Cathy said eagerly. "As long as you were there, Angela…"

The older woman felt an eerie thrill flush through her bloodstream. "And – if I told you exactly how to go about it – would you go out and pick up other girls, and boys, for me – bring them back here for us both to fuck?" she asked.

"Yes! I told you – anything you tell me to do, just as long as I can stay here with you and we can make love," Cathy insisted recklessly in a whisper, pressing her damp breasts to Angela's full hot mounds. "As long as we can do this every day, and you give me lots of loving, too… God, I'm so sleepy…!"

Two minutes later, the tranquilizers took their full effect and Cathy was fast asleep. Carefully, Angela freed herself from the girl's embracing arm. There was a huge wet spot on the sheets where their hot cunt juices had dripped. Casually, Angela rubbed the spot and then licked her fingertips to enjoy the taste.

Only a few hours before, she had been almost frantic with lust and the desire to experiment, to enlarge her experience she'd been trying to work up enough nerve to try to seduce one of the girls she taught that evening. Just once, of course… just to find out what it was like.

But now she had this beautiful and totally uninhibited young sex slave, obviously infatuated with her already, to the point of being willing – theoretically at least – to procure other boys and girls for her. All this in return for a little kindness and affection – and plenty of raw, passionate sex!

The teacher didn't know whether it was sheer beginner's luck or psychological knowledge and cunning on her part, or a combination of the two. But she didn't give a damn what had made it possible, now that it had happened. She had this charming girl in her house, in love with her, practically worshipping her – and that was all that mattered.

She did feel a twinge of guilt about taking advantage of Cathy's loneliness and vulnerability, and corrupting a completely innocent, love-starved young girl like her so callously. But, as she rolled her tongue around inside her mouth, then over her lips, tasting the lingering, sticky sweetness of the blonde's cunt honey, and basked in the warm glow in her own satisfied vagina, Angela felt the guilt fading away rapidly.

For years, she had fantasized and dreamed and masturbated desperately, wondering if she would ever experience the real thing. And now she had her independence and a certain amount of sexual daring – and a convenient supply of potential young sex partners, both male and female, near at hand: hot, luscious teenaged cunts and huge, throbbing-hard stud cocks. She had seductions to plan and carry out, bizarre urges to fulfill, exciting, dangerous new games to play.

And if the fiercely passionate teacher had learned anything during her long years of sexual starvation, it was that she only had one life to live. Now, Angela intended to live it to the hilt, and to hell with the consequences.

She would start the really wild action that very night, after a much-needed rest, with both Derek and Cathy in her bed at once. It was much too late for her to ever be contented with basic, unsophisticated fucking. Each new conquest, every new episode of shameless sucking and fucking had only fired strange new desires in her libido.

Cathy seemed safely asleep now. Angela leaned over her and tenderly kissed her on both breasts. Cathy purred happily in her sleep, but didn't awaken.

That was just as well, Angela decided, as she went to her own room. There would be no sleep for the lovely teenager that night. There would be teasing and titillation, her first-ever fuck by Derek's massive prick, and multiple, exhausting orgasms; but no sleep for any of them.

After several hours of sound, much-needed sleep, Cathy stirred in her bed, and her eyes blinked open. For a moment she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings in frightened disorientation; but then what had happened to her that day flooded her memory and filled her naked body with a delicious warm glow of contentment, spiced with a lingering excitement.

Cathy had never imagined that any kind of sex, let alone sex with another woman, could be so thrilling. Her tawny young flesh hummed with its newly discovered sensuality and her hot little cunt still seemed to tingle madly from Angela's caressing, probing fingertips and lips and tongue. The lewd memories obsessed her, filling her loins afresh with a throbbing eagerness.

Nude, she went into the bathroom and began applying makeup to her face, using blue eye shadow, mascara, and blusher on her cheeks, finishing with a glossy red lipstick. Cathy didn't often wear makeup, but when she had finished, the effect in the mirror was stunningly sexy – as she had intended.

When Angela got home, Cathy wanted her to find the sexiest girl in the world waiting eagerly for her – sensuous and loving, and brimming over with passion, completely devoted to pleasing the older woman sexually… the desire surging through Cathy's blood was that of an adoring, unquestioning sex slave, totally infatuated with her seductive landlady, the only real friend she had made so far at school – and the only one she wanted, now.

Back in her room, Cathy got dressed in a sheer blouse, miniskirt, and high-heeled shoes, instead of the boyish outfit she'd worn before. Her budding and very promising breasts were clearly visible through the blouse, their firm little red nipples straining against the flimsy material.

She didn't bother to put on any panties, enjoying the sense of freedom that gave her and wanting to be hot and ready for Angela's lovemaking at a moment's notice… if she sat down and wasn't careful about crossing her silken legs, her pink, gleaming pussy could be seen peeping through her golden pubic hair. She decided that she'd make sure Angela noticed it!

Cathy then wandered impatiently through the large empty house, examining it, smoking a cigarette, wondering what else she might do to surprise and please Angela while she waited. The dishes were done and the house looked immaculate.

Feeling a little tense from the excitement, Cathy poured herself a large glass of wine from the big bottle in the refrigerator and sat at the kitchen table to drink it, trembling involuntarily as startlingly vivid images of her sexual play with Angela flashed through her thoughts. Angela… so mature and worldly-wise and beautiful… so wild in bed!

The front door could be heard opening and Cathy jumped up, her heart beating wildly. She hurried into the living room, her lovely face blushing, only to sigh with disappointment. It was only a guy about her own age – probably the other roomer Angela had told her about.

Derek, for his part, stopped short in the vestibule, gulping, devouring Cathy's shimmering blonde girl, sex-hungry blue eyes, and sensual mouth with his gaze. He could see her luscious pert tits and rosy nipples through her thin blouse and the sight made his mouth water.

Her narrow waist, softly curved hips, and sleek tanned thighs looked perfect, too. He would've given a year's tuition just to have those legs locked around his waist for five minutes while he fucked away mindlessly deep between them!

"Hi! Uh, my name's Derek," he finally said.

"I know," Cathy retorted sullenly, totally unimpressed and making her lack of interest insulting clear. "I'm Cathy – the new roomer. You don't know where Angela is, do you?"

"Ms. Sutherland? She's probably got a class," Derek replied, a powerful hard-on already rising inside his jeans. "Say – why don't I put my books away and I'll come down and we'll – talk, get to know each other?" he suggested hopefully.