Michael Scott - Sex teacher

A moment later, Cathy collapsed – panting and wild-eyed, a final orgasm ebbing away deep within her loins… Angela had finally been too much for her – for the first time in her life, the girl was truly satisfied, completely fucked out!

"Jesus, can she ever eat it!" she declared. "I can't take any more, Angela; I came so many times in a row that now my cunt hurts!"

Angela smiled at her in a sultry manner, caressing one of Cathy's palpitating, perspiring breasts. "I think we'd all better get some rest, now. It's been a rather tiring day!"

With a groan, Derek got off the bed and staggered down the hall, to collapse in his own room. He knew that he'd have to sleep alone if he wanted to get any rest!

Left alone with Angela, the exhausted Cathy fell asleep quickly; but Angela lay awake for some time, thinking in the darkness.

It was obvious that Cathy would do just about anything for her now. And, tomorrow, she would put the lovely young girl to her first real test – it would be the beginning of her long, strenuous initiation into the world of abandoned, depraved promiscuity. The classrooms would be out there, waiting for her – on the streets and in bars, in the lobbies of cheap hotels. There were truckstops and porno bookstores and massage parlors, and dozens of other places where frustrated men and women hung out, looking for sex.

Angela only hoped that both she and Cathy would be able to survive the grueling erotic obstacle course until they learned the ropes. But Angela had been a good teacher up to now, and she knew that there could be no turning back for her now. She also knew, for certain, that Cathy would never want to turn back from her first intoxicating taste of depravity, either, because she, Angela, had given it to her with such love and tenderness.

And then there was Derek to think about… she was glad that the young stud had accepted the idea of a menage-a-trois so readily, so unquestioningly. Angela already had what she'd wanted – a boy and a girl in her household, both infatuated with her, both eager to satisfy her in bed.

It was going to be a complicated arrangement – almost too much for one woman, no matter how mature and intelligent, to handle. But Angela knew she would manage, somehow, and that this was only the beginning of her erotic odyssey. Their three destinies were interlocked now, chained together by lust.

Angela caressed the blonde girl beside her as Cathy slept on. What was so wrong about it? She hadn't invented sex, or chosen to be tormented by unusually strong desires that compelled her to seek out extraordinary means of satisfying them.

Her mind at peace, Angela slept with a sultry smile of anticipation on her lips.