Robert Vickers: Blackmailed teacher

Beth squirmed in her grasp and managed to escape. She quickly pulled down her skirt and heavily breathed, "God, someone's coming."

"Yes! Me!"

"Shut up, damn your eyes! I meant out in the hall!"

Liz reluctantly straightened, her skirt for, the second time that day. She smiled a little as Ted Larson came into the teachers' lounge. He was the chemistry teacher with the hots for anything wearing a skirt. She didn't know which was worse, him actively pawing all the women teachers or his counterpart in the chemistry department, old Mr. Hunt, long since past his prime and looking like a prune.

"I'd better be going," she reluctantly told Beth. The gnawing hunger in her cunt wasn't going to let loose. It was trying to devour her. She was going to have to get balled by a real man's prick – and soon – or she'd go mad from unfulfilled lust.

Liz rushed from the room, not even looking back at the surprised Ted Larson.

Liz was almost back to her classroom when she realized she'd left her notebook in the lounge. She cursed herself for, being such a fool, then turned round and headed back for the lounge.

Why had she felt so damned guilty? What she and Beth had done wasn't anything a lot of other women had shared. Why did sex always have to be strictly male-female? She didn't have any, answer for that one.

She wasn't really ashamed of what she had just done. She'd enjoyed it. Anything she enjoyed couldn't be that bad. And to hell with anyone saying it was!

Liz knew she'd have to be more polite to Ted Larson. The man had been around the school a couple years longer than she and was something of a power having the ear of the principal in personnel assignments. Besides, Ted wasn't all that bad-looking. He wasn't her idea of the perfect man, but then who really was?

He was about five foot ten, stocky with just a trace of a beer gut. Not enough to get in the way. If anything, she thought it was sort of sexy. There wasn't any good reason she had been avoiding him except for his reputation as a wolf.

If she got involved with him like she had the coach at Eight Miles High School, she would be out on the street in an instant – if anyone found out. Teachers were supposed to be monks and nuns. Sex could never taint their images. They couldn't be living, breathing, fucking human beings.

She and Ted might get something fun going between them. Maybe all the other women teachers were being greedy. Maybe they wanted him for themselves. With the gnawing need chewing up her cunt, Liz thought she should have fir st grab at any guy willing to really fuck her good.

Just as she turned the corner of the hall and headed for the teachers' lounge again, she knew something wasn't quite right. She couldn't put it into words. There was an electric tension in the air that stopped her dead in her tracks.

Listening, she heard faint moans coming from the half-closed door of the lounge. They weren't moans of pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. They sounded like someone in the throes of intense pleasure. Like a woman being fucked.

Liz inched toward the door at the end of the hall and, guiltily, she spied on Beth and Ted.

It was just as she'd thought the instant she heard those telltale noises. Beth was spread-eagle on the small desk and Ted was fucking the living hell out of her. It was a sight that made the breath catch in Liz's throat. For a second, she wanted to laugh. Then she decided crying might be closer to what she actually felt.

She wanted to be the one on the receiving end of that mighty male prick of Ted's! She wanted to feel that cock drilling deep into her cunt, cleansing her of the unnatural longings that Beth had stirred, that Don had aroused. A throbbingly alive, all-male, virile prick fucking her was the only antidote for her.

And Beth was the one getting laid.

She knew she should have closed the door. Maybe standing guard in the hall for the two unsuspecting lovers would have been the decent thing to do. If the principal walked in on them, he'd fire both their asses before they realized what was happening.

Still, couldn't she stand guard at the door? What did it really matter if she watched while she was on the look-out for anyone intruding on the couple?

Liz knew she wasn't going to let them have their deserved privacy. The itch in her cunt was too intense for that. She had to see what was going on in the small room. If she didn't, she would go crazy from her own burning, crying lust!

The words drifted lazily out to her. "Ummm, oh, Ted, you're so biiig in me! I love the way your cock feels!"

"And your cunt is like a blow torch on me. Goddamn, but you've got a hot twat, girl. Here, slide around a bit on the table. There, ummm, oh shiiiit! I… I almost came."

"Do I turn you on that much?"

"That much and more!"

"So fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!"

The spying Liz had a good view of what was happening in the room. If Ted wasn't fucking her as hard as he could, he was certainly pistoning powerfully into her yearning cunt.

She could see the long, red shaft of his cock pulling from between her inner pussy lips. The purple head was coated with a gleaming coat of cunt juice. He poised for a moment, as if making up his mind, then lunged forward.

The power of his inward stroke shaved Beth across the table. Ted had to reach out and grip the woman under the armpits. Only in this way could he keep her from sliding off his prick.

"Get in me, damn you," she moaned. "Let me lock my legs around your waist."

"Yeah, I'm fucking you too hard. That cunt of yours is too demanding. It won't do to slide all over the table."

Liz watched as slender legs wrapped around the chemistry teacher's waist. The man was already gripping Beth under the arms so that his palms pulled firmly into her shoulders. With a double hold like this, it would take one hell of a fucking to break loose again.

And it was the strongest fucking motion Liz had ever seen. She felt her cunt watering as she witnessed it. The man's hips came back, then shot forward driving his prick deep into the woman's softly yielding cunt.

The tiny river of fuck fluid running down the inside of the spying teacher's leg tickled. She rubbed her legs together in a vain attempt to stop it. She had to have some sort of a plug in her cunt to keep that flood from gushing down her leg.

The kind of plug she'd love best was a cock. And that wasn't possible. Not at that instant.

She edged closer to the door. The two people so avidly fucking in the room couldn't hear her moan softly. She began rubbing up and down against the edge of the door. The wood touched her in all the right spots. She felt her body coming alive to the rubbing sensation.

The door collided right at her cunt. The hard wood pressed firmly against her pussy mound. As she rocked up and down, its friction gave her the sensation of a real fucking.

It wasn't the same, of course. Nothing but a hard cock piledriving into her pussy could possibly totally satisfy her.

But this was better than nothing.

Watching the two fucking like rabbits made her even hornier. She thought she might just watch them for a few seconds, then leave. It wasn't that simple. The more she saw of that long, adept cock fucking into the gaping hole of the totally wanton woman spread wide on the table, the more she needed it.

"Go on, Ted darling, grind your bush into mine! I love the feel of your bush against my clit!"

The man only grunted. Liz could tell he was having a hard time keeping his cum loaded in his balls. The jerky movements in his hips told her he was nearing his breaking point and hating it. He wanted to fuck all afternoon long.

His ass tensed as he shot forward into the eagerly awaiting cunt. Both of them gasped, then Ted said, "Damned tight, too. Sure you're not a virgin? Love virgin cunt!"