Michael Scott - Sex teacher

Until she felt that incredible wet, flooding sensation, Angela had thought it unlikely that she would reach a second orgasm, so violently had Robert been banging her to get his own satisfaction – not that she minded his roughness in the least! But when he did come inside her like that and she realized that he was still hard even after the last of his semen had been shot deep into her vagina, Angela began a series of mounting climaxes that shook her from head to foot like a volcano in full, fiery eruption.

Robert, excited anew by her involuntary bodily contortions and the loud gasps and moans of orgasm that burst from her lips, cooperated, his mouth sucking even more voraciously than before at her breasts. Angela's mind and body melted into a sea of molten lava as she came and came on that huge hard prick of his.

"I'm coming!" Angela cried at the top of her lungs, not caring who might hear her. "Oh, God, am I coming! My cunt's on fire, it's burning up – I'm coming again and again, coming, oh fuck!"

Half an hour later, still tingling internally from the multiple orgasms she had just enjoyed while impaled upon Robert's tireless cock, Angela slipped out of his office and hurried down the hall.

She glanced at her watch. It was getting late, and Cathy might be worried about her. The thought of the lovely blonde girl waiting eagerly for her back at the house, probably anxious after their sex together and as impatient to repeat it as Angela was, made Angela go to the nearest pay phone.

She called, strumming her fingertips against the dirty cracked glass of the phone booth, until her phone at home rang – five, ten, fifteen times. Then Angela hung up, gnawing her lower lip with new insecurity.

God, what if Cathy had had some sort of guilt reaction and had decided not to move in with her after all? After all, she was young and technically still a virgin; her sudden plunge into lesbian activity might have frightened her, now that she'd had time alone to think it all over.

Angela tried to stay calm, remembering the girl's fierce, possessive embrace and her whispered promises and expressions of gratitude. No, she decided, Cathy wouldn't leave her, not on impulse, anyway… the girl worshipped her already, had sworn to do anything for her as long as she could live with Angela and go on having sex with her.

Perhaps Cathy had just gone out for a walk. And then there was Derek, her other roomer and sex partner, whom Angela had almost forgotten about in the mad rush of events since their first night in bed together.

Derek would be home from his classes by now; perhaps he and Cathy had gone out somewhere together, and were talking about Angela right now. God, what if they found out she'd been screwing around with both of them? Would they be amused – or disgusted?

Angela hurried toward the parking lot, hoping that Cathy and Derek were together, waiting for her to return to them.

They were together, all right; but they were hardly thinking of Angela at the moment – even though she was directly, if unknowingly, responsible for their having come together in such an impetuous rush of youthful lust.

Cathy bit her lips with frustration and anxiety. Where was Angela, anyway? Why didn't she come home? She went into the teacher's bedroom, hoping to find an appointment calendar or some other clue about her schedule on her desk. Cathy heard the shower being turned off… Derek must be feeling pretty limp with exhaustion by now, she thought with sadistic satisfaction.

Smiling, she slipped into Angela's bed, found a pack of the landlady's cigarettes, and smoked one, thinking hard – waiting, and worrying, and wondering about the future.

Maybe it would be wiser not to tell Angela about her escapade with Derek after all, she decided – at least, not yet. The woman might get angry with her, even throw her out of the house. Stunned by the thought, Cathy crushed out the cigarette without finishing it and lay back under the covers. Her cunt itched.

The swift, violent sexual awakening she had been through had left her mind dazed, her body weary. She was asleep in a few minutes, dreaming about getting down on her knees in front of Angela to beg her forgiveness, licking her thighs with wanton eagerness to make it up to her lesbian lover…!

All she had ever wanted out of life was a little love and tenderness. Her last thought before she dropped off to sleep was that Angela would surely provide her with that, if she did whatever the older woman asked.

Angela, after making a phone call downstairs, came upstairs and went directly to Cathy's room, opening the door without knocking and frowning when she saw the empty bed.

Going to Derek's room, she didn't bother to knock there, either; she saw that the room was dark from the crack under the door. Opening it quietly, she saw Derek in bed, naked, sleeping alone – recovering from his afternoon-long orgy with Cathy, although Angela had no way of knowing that yet.

Her heartbeat began to accelerate with alarm. All of her plans would be shot to hell if Cathy had run away! Maybe the girl had had second thoughts, had left the house and gone back to her dorm! That would be terrible.

Angela hurried to her own bedroom, flung open the door breathlessly, and let out a long sigh of relief at the sight of Cathy, asleep in her own bed. Angela went over to the bed, switching on the nightstand lamp to dispel the early-evening gloom. Cathy stirred, blinked her eyes, and then sat up and hugged Angela fiercely, sobbing with fear.

"I'm sorry I'm home so late," Angela told her, embracing her passionately, surprised by the intensity of the girl's reaction. "I had to talk to a couple of the other teachers before I could get away: are you okay, sweetheart?"

"No! I can't lie to you, Angela," Cathy said. "I want to, but I just can't! I did something just terrible today while you were gone – without your permission – but I did it for you, really! Please don't throw me out!"

"Just tell me what happened, darling," the teacher said. "All the details."

Crying, Cathy confessed everything, from the moment she had offered to ball Derek to their violent final fuck in the shower.

Angela smiled and kissed her tenderly. "And you went through all that just for me, darling? Well, it's not all that terrible… actually, it's rather funny. You didn't have to go to all that trouble, though, because I've already fucked Derek. But you did get some valuable experience out of it, it seems. And we're going to share Derek from now on. I'm touched, Cathy, really touched that you were willing to have sex with him to please me."

Trembling with relief, Cathy buried her face against Angela's breasts. "Then – you aren't going to throw me out?" she demanded.

"Of course not, dear. You and I are going to be together for quite a while, I hope. I've got plans for us – tremendously exciting plans!"

"Get into bed with me and let me go down on you," the passionate coed pleaded.

Angela was tempted, as always, by the girl's body and willingness; she undressed quickly and got in bed with Cathy, who wrapped her arms tightly and possessively round her. After a few eager preliminary caresses, the girl pushed her face down toward Angela's cunt.

"Closer," the young college student gasped. "Bring it close to my mouth – your pussy – hurry!"

Her electrifying lust was contagious: Angela nudged her throbbing cunt close to Cathy's glistening, parted lips. The hot, panting blonde clasped Angela's naked ass savagely, then nuzzled her warm mouth against her heated slit and began sucking and tonguing her clit feverishly, rubbing her wet tongue all over the sensitive bud until Angela was moaning with passion and completely at her mercy.

Angela felt an earthquake-like rush of pure lust shudder through her body. Going down on this beautiful young girl was exciting enough; but having her own cunt eat so passionately by her was a thrill she had only fantasized about in her most lurid moments, and experiencing it in reality set off an explosion of sexual greed within her cunt. She devoured the feelings.