C. Ralston: Turning on her teachers

All at once, the light went on. Ginger froze, her lips pressed tight against Nancy's slowly relaxing pussy.

"Of all the degenerate sluts I've ever encountered, you two perverts are the absolute worst!" a harsh male voice cut through the room's stillness like the trumpet of doom.

Summoning up all her courage, Ginger looked around, a sheen of cunt juice still shimmering on her chin and cheeks.

In the doorway stood Theodore Downing, the silver haired, holier-than-thou biology teacher, his eyes blazing as though they contained the wrath of God.

"Shameless bitches!" Theodore Downing thundered slamming the door behind him as he stepped into the room. "Out of that bed of sin!"

Ginger scrambled put of the bed, forgetting for a moment that she was naked. She stood before the angry teacher, turning a bright crimson as she realized he was carefully examining every curve and crack of her nude, nubile body.

"Oh, come off it, Ted!" Nancy threw back the covers and stretched herself languidly, revealing her own tremendous tits and petulant cunt lips. "You didn't think it was so shameful last night, when I sucked you off and then let you fuck me, right here in this very room!"

Ginger now knew how the biology teacher had gotten in the room so easily – Nancy had probably given him a key. She also knew, from the way the red head was smiling crookedly, that the foxy sex education teacher was still slightly tipsy, and probably useless in extricating the two of them from the situation.

"That was different," Downing was saying defensively. "What goes oh between a man and a woman, consenting adults, is not anyone's concern except their own. But what I saw going on in this room just now… between a student and teacher… and both of them female… well, let's just say the school administration and this girl's family would be HIGHLY interested!"

"Oh, no, Mr. Downing!" Ginger pleaded. "Not my family, you wouldn't!"

"Of course I would, and will!" Downing smiled in a proud, self-righteous way that made Ginger's heart stop with the knowledge that this maniac probably would tell her folks.

"Your parents are honest, God fearing people," Downing was rambling on. "They have a right to know what a degenerate, lesbian little cunt-lapper they've spawned, albeit a very sexy… alluring one!"

Downing's eyes were all over Ginger's developing curves once more. The fanatic's stare seemed to bore into the girl's moist pussy slit, causing Ginger's knees to shake and her small globes to jiggle like a topless dancer's.

"I must admit, Ginger, that I never suspected what a hot-blooded little slut you always were," Downing continued to rant in a tight, constricted-by-growing-lust tone. "Not with those dowdy outfits you always wear to school. Who would have thought such a superb playground of the Devil was building under those dull, unrevealing clothes. Who would have thought…"

Downing's voice, trailed off. His eyes were locked on the girl's nude cunt. Ginger looked at his slacks with trembling anticipation. There was a telling bulge under the fabric.

Ginger knew she had to take a desperate gamble. After all, she had a chance. She hadn't served as a volunteer Sunday School teacher for three years and not picked up on enough righteous jargon to be able to talk Downing's language.

"Oh, please, Mr. Downing!" the girl sighed hopelessly. "I don't want to be bad!"

Ginger moved across the room slowly, copying Nancy Caldwell's swaying, seductive gait. Her eyes pleaded with the tall, thin teacher.

"If you could drive the evil from me, an upstanding, guiltless man like you, perhaps I could return to the paths of righteousness again," Ginger urged him in a husky, desire-filled voice that was anything but pious. "Then you wouldn't have to tell my parents, or the school!"

"Well, that is possible, I suppose," Downing agreed slowly, eyeing the girl's bouncing, jiggling tits as she moved up near him.

"Yes, you could… put your flesh in my soiled flesh…" Ginger whispered, dropping to her knees and unzipping the tall zealot's pants slowly. He raised his eyebrows but made no move to stop her. "Your pussy would drive the vileness from my tight, hot little pussy… from my warm, sucking mouth!"

Downing's eyes grew large as the girl caressed him with her soft voice. She took his cock deftly out of his shorts, skimming the skin up and back a few times to gauge his length. It was a nice, man-sized dick, she found to her relief, but nothing extraordinary. If she could mouth Matt's huge dong, she could easily suck this average length pecker into her lips or cunt.

But Ginger had already learned something about the vanity of men. "Ohhh, Mr. Downing!" she cooed, wide-eyed.

Downing smiled proudly. "The better to cleanse your befouled bodily orifices with, my dear!" he mumbled.

"Cleanse those fucking orifices!" Nancy giggled, nearly rolling off the bed in back of them.

"Strumpet!" Downing shouted furiously. He stalked past Ginger, his cock waggling out in front of him as he marched across the room.

Nancy was sitting up on the side of the bed, her head clearly spinning from the booze she had consumed. The red head laughed at her colleague even more loudly as he stood in front of her with his dick hanging out.

"You sanctimonious asshole!" Nancy chuckled with drunken glee. "It's you they ought to fire! God knows how many little girls you've plunged the 'Sword of the Lord' there into!"

Downing leaned down and swung from the waist. His fist collided with Nancy's jaw with a sharp smack, and sent the red head tumbling back into unconsciousness. The flattened sex education teacher lay unmoving on the bed, her mountainous tits steady rising and falling the only indication that she was alive.

"That settles you, heathen bitch!" Downing said smugly to Nancy's prostrate form. He turned to the kneeling Ginger and crooked his finger toward her as he sat back on the bed opposite Nancy's and removed slacks and shorts.

"Now for your punishment, daughter of Satan!" he growled toward Ginger.

The kneeling girl sat immobile with shock. This fucker was weirder than she had ever dreamed. Ginger thought with rising panic. She thought about running out of the room, since she was nearer the door than Downing, but a nude girl running down the hall screaming rape was the last thing she wanted her parents to hear about.

Better to try it this way, Ginger thought bleakly, crawling over to the bed the biology teacher sat on. She had been doing pretty well until Nancy had laughed at him and held his flaky religious posture up to ridicule.

"Ah, Ginger, my little dove of the Devil!" Downing said as she kneeled between his hairy legs. "You always get straight A's from all your teachers. Let us see if your knowledge extends to the arts of pleasing men as well as those of satisfying other women!"

Ginger smiled at the man and ovaled her lips. She heard the sharp intake of breath as she sucked the bulbous tip of the biology teacher's dong into her mouth. She baffled the head of the stiff dick in her warm spittle, sucking at the smooth skin and licking around and around the slick surface with her gliding tongue.

"Aaaah, more, child, more!" Downing urged the gulping girl heatedly. "Get it all in your hot little mouth!"

Ginger bobbed her head quickly, forcing the tip of the growing – cock back into her throat as she kissed the base of the throbbing pecker with her prick filled lips. The girl swept the length of the enveloped cock with her tongue, swirling the limber digit around the hard meat stick until Downing gasped.

"Oh, oh, sweet Lord!" he whined. "You're as good with cocks as you are cunt, all right!"

Ginger nipped at the hot, stalk piercing her mouth and began to bob her head rapidly, diddling the pulsing flesh with her tongue to make it shoot more quickly. She wasn't enjoying sucking this cock, particularly, since she had been forced into it. She felt like a whore for the first time since her cherry had been popped at the party and she just wanted it over with.