Pamela Cooper: Desperately sucking teacher

"You're getting forgetful in your old age, Mom," the boy teased. "We're supposed to spend the weekend with Grandpa and Grandma. Remember?"

"Oh, that's right," Vivian said. She had forgotten. The events of the day had driven everything else out of her head.

One of the advantages to moving back east to her old hometown had been the close proximity to her parents. The two older people had helped her and the kids through the adjustment of David's departure. They had also served as a convenient place for the kids to go when she needed a little time to herself. Her parents had been absolutely delighted to have their daughter and grandchildren close enough to see on a regular basis.

Vivian decided that it was probably just as well that the kids were going tonight. She didn't think she could stand the idea of having to make small talk and act as if everything was normal after what she had gone through earlier in the day. Also, she needed the time alone to try and figure out what she would do next.

Her parents showed up about twenty minutes later. They were full of plans for the weekend and anxious to get things started. Vivian stood in the door, waving as her father backed his old station wagon out of the driveway and drove up the street at his quiet pace.

After they had disappeared, she fixed herself a cup of tea and a cold sandwich and sat in the living room to watch the evening news. She had just finished eating when the doorbell rang.

"Who in the world can that be?" she wondered aloud, glancing at the wall clock on the far side of the room.

It was seven-thirty, and she had already made herself comfortable for the evening by undressing and slipping into a robe after taking a quick shower. Now, she drew the robe protectively around herself and went to the door.

"Jack!" she said, shocked to see the boy so soon after the afternoon session in her room. "And Connie… what, uh, what do you two want here?"

"Mighty nice of you to invite us in, teach," the boy sneered, forcing his way into the room. Connie stepped in right behind him and closed the door. "We just thought it might be fun to pay you a little visit tonight. It seemed like a good time to resume our activities from this afternoon. Don't you think it's a good time Connie?"

"Sure," the girl said. "There's no time like the present. This way, we've got all the time in the world and don't have to worry about anyone coming into the room to distract us."

"Andy and Christy will be back any minute," Vivian said, desperately maneuvering for time.

"No they won't," the boy interrupted. "Connie heard Christy talking to somebody at school today. Christy said that they were both going to their grandparents' for the weekend. Besides," he added, reaching over to finger the material of Vivian's robe, "maybe they'd like to join us in our games. I bet Andy would like to cut a little piece off Connie's sweet cunt. And I've been noticing Christy's tight little ass for the past few months. The way she swings it through the halls, it looks to me as if she likes her share of cock as much as her mommy does."

"You bastard!" Vivian said, swinging her palm toward the boy's face. "You leave my kids out of this."

"Hey, Teacher," Jack laughed, easily grabbing her wrist in one hand and stopping the blow, "let's not get too feisty, shall we?"

He twisted at the woman's wrist until Vivian's eyes glazed over from the pain in her arm. She went to her knees as he forced her down.

"Besides," he continued, "you really don't want to get me pissed off. You see, I divided those photographs up into three neat packets, put them into three envelopes, and addressed them to the school board, the local paper, and the Sheriff's office. Along with the pictures, I included a short typewritten note giving the time and place that they were taken. I also mentioned the fact that the male half of the picture, whose face is never seen, is of one of the male students at school."

"They'll never believe you, Jack," she said. "Not unless you identify yourself. And you won't do that because you'll get yourself into a lot of trouble as well."

"I don't have to identify myself, Teacher," the boy said. He pulled Vivian tight against him, pinning her arms behind her back with one hand while he started massaging her full tits. "You know as well as I do about small towns, how people talk, how reputations can be destroyed overnight with just a few nasty whispers in the right ears. How long do you think you'd be able to live here if those photographs were released?"

Vivian closed her eyes tightly, but was unable to hold back the tears that forced their way through her long lashes.

"Why, Jack?" she asked as he allowed her to rise from her kneeling position. "Why are you doing this? I've never done anything to make you hate me like this."

"Oh, I don't know, Mrs. Glenn," he whispered, bending down to nuzzle and bite at the pale flesh of her throat as he pulled her robe open to reveal the snowy mounds of her tits. "Maybe I just get a kick out of seeing you squirm. I know I get a kick out of this body of yours."

He squeezed one nipple up into hardness and bent farther to run his hot wet tongue over the tender tit flesh.

"Besides," he said, sliding his hand down to until the robe's sash and fondle her cunt mound through the thin panties that were all she wore beneath, "Connie went out and bought all this film for her camera."

"Sure," the girl said, watching her boyfriend feel up their teacher. "Now, wouldn't it be a shame to let all this new film go to waste?"

"Oh, no please," Vivian pleaded. "No more pictures. Do whatever you want with me, but please don't take any more shots of me like that."

"Well," the boy said, releasing her hands and knowing that the woman would do nothing to get away from him now, "we'll see, won't we. I guess it'll all depend on whether or not you're a good girl and do exactly as you're told."

"All right," Vivian said desperately. "Anything you say. Just don't let those pictures go out."

"Now you see?" he said, turning to Connie.

"She's going to be just as good as she can be, since we asked her so nicely. And you thought she might not want to play with us."

"Guess I just had her figured completely wrong," the teenaged girl said, walking around behind the woman to put Vivian between herself and Jack. Gently, almost lovingly, Connie slipped the robe off the schoolteacher's shoulders from behind.

"Oh, isn't that pretty?" she said quietly, running her palms over the older woman's rounded ass. "She's so smooth and firm."

Connie slid her hand between Vivian's ass cheeks and rubbed her middle finger against the tight puckered hole of the woman's shitter.

"You know something, Jack?" she said, encircling Vivian's waist with one hand and cupping the woman's tit with her free hand while continuing to finger her ass crack. "I bet I can think of something on our sweet Vivian here that's still a virgin."

Jack moved up close in front and began fondling the woman's other tit while sliding his hand between her legs to gouge a finger fiercely into the slit of her red-bushed cunt.

"What's that, Connie?" he asked, bending down to take the captured nipple between his lips and bite at the instantly hardening flesh.

"I don't think she's ever had a cock back here," the girl said. "I think she's got a virgin shitter." With those words, the beautiful brunette shoved her, middle finger all the way into Vivian's tight asshole.

"Oh, Jesus!" the woman exploded with a rushing burst of air. "It hurts too much, it's too tight."

"You see what I mean?" the cheerleader said, leaning her chin on Vivian's shoulder and looking down at her boyfriend as he sucked the woman's tit. "I just can't imagine that she's ever had a nice stiff cock up her ass."

"We'll just have to correct that lack of experience," Jack said.