Robert Vickers - Blackmailed teacher

"Can't hold back much longer. Damn, but you… you're milking my Goddamn balls!"

"Come in my cunt! I want to feel your jism spurting into my guts!"

For a long minute he pumped hard into her demanding twat. His prick was beginning to drag from friction along her pussy walls. He had long since burned away her lubricating sauce.

A cold voice called to them: "What the hell's going on?"

Surprised, Ted turned and stared at the security guard sitting in his car. The man held a flashlight on them.

A thrill of honor passed through Liz's cunt. She felt her pussy tighten all around the cock buried deep in her belly. They'd been seen, they were discovered fucking in the parking lot like a couple of teenagers!

"Nothing, Fred. Just getting in a little extra-curricular activity, you know?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Larson. The lights'll be on in about five minutes. You might want to, uh, be finished by then."

"Fine," said Ted in a voice almost too weak for the security guard to hear. But the tone was all that mattered. The guard drove on his rounds, satisfied that a couple of kids weren't desecrating his school.

"God! I thought he'd arrest us!"

"Don't worry about Fred. He's one of the good guys. If we'd been students, though, he'd have chased us out. Now where were we?"

"You were fucking me silly."

"Oh, yes. And that cunt of yours really reached out and gave me one hell of a big squeeze, didn't it? When we were discovered."

Those words worked their magic on the woman again. She remembered the fear that had almost paralyzed her. And her cunt contracted around the man's, buried cock again.

"Ummm, yeah! That's it!"

And then his hips broke loose. He fucked the hell out of her cunt. The man's prick seemed to be made of stainless steel. He was a machine, a fucking machine intent on driving her insane with ecstasy.

She came like a ton of bricks falling from the Empire State Building. She never even felt his hot, stringy jism spewing into her convulsing cunt. She was too wrapped up in the wondrous feelings assaulting her senses.

When she drifted down from her wonderful sexual high, she clung weakly to Ted's strong frame.

"It was super, Ted, just great!"

"Glad you liked it. But it did cost me some money."

"Huh?"

"I was leaning against the car. When we really got to humping, I put too much of a strain on the car's shock absorbers. Have to get some new ones installed."

She laughed and hugged him even closer.

This was more like it. For the first time in weeks and weeks, the woman's sex itch had been erased. She was satiated and content – for the moment.

"All right, class, that's it for today. Remember the test on Friday will cover the fourth and fifth chapters in your text."

There were sundry groans of dismay but she'd expected that. Any time a test was announced always produced the same reaction. She had come to believe it wasn't possible to produce a kid without a built-in fear of tests. She remembered what she'd always felt like the day before a test and guessed all these kids felt the same way.

They all filed out while she entered the scores on their homework in her record book. She looked up, surprised at seeing one of her students staying after class.

Then a cold chill gripped her stomach.

Don Patrick was standing there, his flame red hair in wild disarray. And the look on his face was one of unfulfilled lust. There was no question in her mind what he wanted.

"Well, Don?"

"Well, Miss Walker," he said, smirking. "You've been a busy lady, haven't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I thought you knew. I mean, hitching a ride out in the parking lot like you did yesterday. A ride with Mr. Larson. Or should I say a ride on Mr. Larson's prick?"

She went into shock. The numbness paralyzed her vocal chords. She didn't know what to say. She'd never been blackmailed like this before. If Don went to Mr. Elliot with this story of two teachers fucking out in plain sight, he could get both of them fired on the spot.

And with Fred, the night watchman, to verify his story, Don was in an even better bargaining position.

They were doomed unless Don could be bought off. She suspected he could. He had that certain look in his eye.

"You're awful quiet, Miss Walker. Or can I call you Liz? Yeah, I'll call you Liz. I mean, gosh, I've eaten out your cunt and we've fucked and we should be on a first name basis."

"What do you want?"

"Come on, wise up, Liz. I'm not one of those greedy out-for-money or out-for-grades types. All I want is some action. With you."

It was as she feared. The boy was blackmailing her sexually. He wanted her body as his reward for keeping quiet. Which only gave him more ammunition to use against her if he ever decided to do so.

"So I just jump up on the desk and spread 'em for you, is that it?"

He smirked. "Something like that. But not quite. Not this time."

"You little cocksucker!"

He laughed at her. "That's not my bag. I just want a piece of that sweet ass of yours. Literally. Up on your feet, bend over the desk and spread those lily white asscheeks wide. I want to fuck you up the ass. Never done that and I want to see what it's like."

If possible, she went even colder. No man had ever taken her up the ass before. And now this teenage blackmailer wanted to do it. She could tell him no and suffer the consequences. Better to play along with him. But up her ass…

She stood and walked over to the door on shaky legs. This wasn't something she wanted anyone to burst in on. Closing the door, she moved a desk so that it blocked the entry.

"So cautious. Afraid someone else might see us fucking?" he taunted her.

"Yes, damn you! You little prick!"

"You shut up, Liz!" he flared. "My prick's not that little. And I never heard any chick complain about it. Not even you."

She started to say something to him, then bit the words back. She was only goading him on. That wasn't the smartest thing she could do. She had to hang loose and maybe figure out how to elude his clutches.

"Over here," he ordered. "Get yourself bent over your desk. And get that sweet ass of yours up where I can fuck it!"

She didn't rush to obey. She felt a cold anger at him coupled with the nagging fear she might be caught. This was the day Mr. Elliot inspected all the classes and he hadn't been by hers in over a month. It was just her luck he'd barge in while this young stud was fucking her shit chute.

"Bend over, dammit!"

He grabbed and spun her across her desk. Her boobs smashed into the surface with jarring impact. She felt the air gush from her lungs. Gasping in a vain attempt to regain her lost wind, she was helpless to prevent him from hiking up her skirt.

"Wow, lookit those panties! Ain't they sexy!"

She almost cried when she felt his hands stroking over the smooth curves of her bottom. He hadn't stripped the silk panties off yet. But there was no mistaking the feel of his fingers through the thin material. He was making certain she was ready for him when he entered her from behind.

"Get it over with!" she cried. "If you're going to do it, then do it!"

"Patience, my sweet little ass, patience. You'll feel my good, hard cock soon enough."

His hands continued to lewdly fondle her bottom. Finally, satisfied, he began stripping her panties off her ass. He didn't merely yank them off, he made it into a big production.

"So gentle, like this," he cooed, laughing at her helplessness to stop him. "See how I ease them. Around the flare of that big ass of yours. And now I don't just drop them to go fluttering down your legs. Oh, no, not that. I carefully remove them. Step out of them."

He knelt down behind her. His hands locked on first one ankle and then the other to get her feet out of the panties. Then he planted a big, wet, juicy kiss on her rump.