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Subject: {ASSM} Anonymous Lay (M+/F, unsafe-sex, school)
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 22:10:06 -0500
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Anonymous Lay (M+/F, unsafe-sex, school)
By Michael - (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
This story is copyright (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
***

Lorraine could barely breath as the man's cock thrust deep 
into her throat. She gagged as he ground his hairy groin 
against her bruised lips, groaning as he came in huge 
sticky gushes. It was all she could do to breathe; trying 
to swallow enough of his sperm to allow her to get some 
oxygen into her lungs between the thrusts of is big hairy 
cock.

Finally the man was done. Loraine pulled his softening 
shaft out from between her lips. Vaguely she could hear the 
nasty 'plopping' sound as his meat slithered out of her 
throat and then out from between her slime coated lips. 
Lorraine gasped for breath and felt the mattress wobble as 
her anonymous lover rose to his feet and began to move away 
into the darker region of the big room.

Lorraine had no idea who the man had been. Whether he was 
20 or 60 years old; what race he was, or if he'd been 
handsome or ugly. He could have even been a dirty old 
street bum for all she knew. A familiar shiver went through 
her body at the thought of the sexually transmitted 
diseases that she could've just contracted. But that fear 
hadn't stopped her from being there again.

Lorraine lay in the dark with her last lover's smell still 
permeating the air around her. He'd been drinking beer and 
had sweat profusely while he'd been eagerly fucking her. 
Lorraine didn't mind the smell of him, especially that of 
an aroused man. Actually the smell of testosterone and 
sweat was an aphrodisiac to the 40 year-old high school 
teacher, and had been for the past six months. Lorraine 
knew what she was doing was utterly stupid and dangerous, 
but ever since she'd first heard of this place she'd 
thought of nothing else. 

*

Besides being a high school teacher Lorraine was a student 
councilor, having a degree in psychology made her the 
perfect candidate to fill in for the 2 over worked 
counselors at her school. When Lorraine had first heard 
about the unsafe sexual practices of one of her students 
she was understandably concerned and had called the young 
man into her office. His name was Roger, a boy of 17; he 
was what the teenage girls called a 'hunk' with just the 
right body proportions and a winning smile.

When Lorraine finally got the young man to admit that he'd 
been frequenting an 'anonymous sex club' and that many of 
his school buddies were doing the same thing she read him 
the riot act and made him promise that he would never go 
there again.

At first she thought about telling the boy's parents. She 
knew that he wasn't going to stop this unsafe behavior. She 
knew it as surely as she knew anything. The handsome boy 
would go back again and again, once any teenage boy had 
sex, they'd easily become addicted to it and want to do it 
often.

Lorraine agonized over the problem of young Roger's safety. 
Finally after several days, having followed the boy to the 
place of sin and having watched as he disappeared inside 
the front door she decided to take action.

If Roger wouldn't stop taking these crazy risks with his 
health then she would just have to stop him. Lorraine 
marched up to the door of the big old house. It was an old 
Edwardian style house with a wrap around front porch. She 
noticed that all of the windows had tinfoil pasted over 
then.

The door opened a crack at her demanding knock and a dim 
face looked out. "Yes?" was all the person said.

"Let me in please," was all she could think to say in 
response. All of a sudden there was a strange lump in her 
throat. Was it fear-- excitement?

To her surprise the person opened the door to her, and she 
walked in with the intention of getting to the bottom of 
this obviously illegal operation.

But before Lorraine could walk more that 10 feet into the 
forayer the door closing behind her blotting out all light. 
She stumbled into what she thought was the arched doorway 
of a big high ceilinged living room. She couldn't see 
anything clearly, but had briefly noticed the features of
the room before the door closed.

Lorraine recovered herself just in time to feel a pair of 
hands at her waist. "Got cha," was all the man said, but 
Lorraine knew that voice. It was Roger's voice.

She didn't say a word, actually she didn't even breathe. 
Lorraine was finding it hard to breathe at that moment, 
what with her heart in her throat. Roger was holding her by 
the waist and she could feel his strong fingers digging 
into her pliant flesh through the material of her dress.

"C'mon baby lets go," was all the boy said, but Lorraine 
didn't try to explain, she didn't pull back. All she could 
do was imagine what handsome young Roger would feel like 
naked, what he'd do to her if she let him. It was a fantasy 
that Lorraine wanted to explore even though she knew it was 
terribly wrong.

The high school teacher followed silently behind her 
student, her hand firmly in his as he lead her through 
several rooms with sounds of sex all around them. Lorraine 
tried to see who was there but it was just too dark. There 
were only ghostly phantoms, gray-white shapes writhing 
about on mattresses and groans and moans of lustful 
pleasure floating up to her as they passed through. The 
smell of sex was everywhere.

Suddenly Roger turned toward her and began to remove her 
blouse. Lorraine just stood there in the pitch black and 
let him do it. She even helped by removing her skirt and 
underwear. To her surprise Roger was already naked. She 
found this out when he took her hand and placed it on his 
stiff erection.

It had been literally years since Lorraine had been in a 
sexual relationship. The last time she'd had sex with a man 
was during a blind date almost two years before and it 
hadn't been anything to write home about. The guy had been 
55 and he'd had some kind of problem. He could barely get 
it up and the sex they'd had was uninspired and boring. 

This on the other hand was anything but boring. Lorraine 
was about to break every law there was. Legally she was 
going to have sex with a boy whom she taught, a student 
from her own school. Roger was technically a minor even 
though you'd never know it in the dark. And what about 
the moral and safety issues? This was crazy.

Just as Lorraine was about to pull away from the boy and 
search for her clothes Roger pulled at her arm. Lorraine 
was momentarily caught off balance and went down onto her 
knees almost without thinking. Then there was no more time 
to think because Roger, beautiful young smooth hard-bodied 
Roger was on top of her, pushing her down, down, down..

That had been the beginning for Lorraine, she hadn't 
planned it but just the thought of having sex with handsome 
young Roger without him knowing that it was her - well, it 
had been exhilarating! And how fucking wonderful too. Young 
Roger had been 3 times the man her last lover had been. 
He'd played with her body until she was almost crazy, 
sucking on her tits and fingering her until she was ready 
to come. 

Then at the last possible moment, just before she was ready 
to explode he'd mounted her and sunk into her like a knife 
cutting through hot butter. It was a moment that Lorraine 
had tried to regain over and over again with more men than 
she wanted to count.

Roger had been like a young god that day in the dark of the 
cool musty room. When he fucked her that first time he'd 
given her one continuous orgasm until she'd just plain 
passed out. And when Lorraine had come too there had been 
another man who had taken Roger's place.

At first when Lorraine realized what had happened she felt 
extreme panic and she tried to fight off the man but he was 
firmly in control as well as firmly embedded. After a brief 
silent struggle she just lay back and let him fuck her, 
hoping that he wouldn't hurt her.

He hadn't. In fact he'd been pretty good and had lasted a 
long time, long enough to bring her to another orgasm 
before he'd grunted and come deep inside her. He shot so 
hard that she could tell when he first spurt, she could 
actually feel the first jet of hot come hitting her cervix, 
it was weird, and wonderful too.

Afterward, spent and breathing hard, Lorraine lay spread-
eagle on the damp mattress exhausted. She'd never even 
thought of doing anything this nasty and perverted before. 
Yet here she was, she'd just willingly screwed one of her 
students and now been laid by some strange man. But the 
feeling of revulsion that she should have felt just 
wouldn't come. Instead she just felt good. Satisfied.

Hearing her latest lover dressing and making to leave, 
Lorraine was about to get up when she heard the man say, 
"Yeah, back there, she's one hot fuck. You better hurry up 
though before someone else gets there first."

Lorraine knew that the strange man who'd just fucked her 
was talking about her to some other man in the dark and she 
quickly began to move - but not fast enough. The first 
sensation Lorraine had was that of naked flesh against her 
shoulder. Then a weight pressed down and a soft voice said 
into her ear, "Please honey, please let me fuck you, I need 
it bad today."

Lorraine strained to see who the man was but couldn't make 
out any details. She knew that she should get out of there. 
Having sex with 2 men was stupid but to continue on like 
this was just plain crazy. But Lorraine didn't have much 
choice, the man was pushing her back down onto the 
mattress, spreading her legs wide with his knees, covering 
her smaller body with his larger one.

Something in Lorraine's subconscious triggered. The man's 
cologne smelled familiar, it was unusual but familiar 
somehow. She tried to place it, but when he finally shoved 
his big hot dick into her slimy hole Lorraine forgot all 
about cologne and lay back to experience this powerful man 
as he used her body like a wild animal who was mating after 
a fresh kill.

Within moments Lorraine's body was on fire, the man's 
passion had brought her own to a burning fevered pitch and 
she began to fuck him back like an animal, wrapping her 
legs around his hips and thrashing around wildly trying to 
reach her sexual zenith for the third time that night. His 
need made her feel somehow in control, and when he finally 
came in sobbing gushes she just held him like a mother does 
a son -- as his body jerked in passion a top hers. 

When her latest lover was finally done with her, Lorraine 
quickly got up and found as much of her clothing as she 
could and stumbled out of the house. It was dark by then 
and although there were many people milling around and 
coming and going no one seemed to look very closely at 
anyone. Lorraine held her jacket up in front of her face as 
she hurried away, just in case.

*

The next day there was a small altercation in the 
cafeteria, which required some discipline. The rules 
required that any teacher on cafeteria duty had to call the 
principal in to handle the discipline when trouble arose. 
So Lorraine called Mr. Branson on the intercom phone and 
waited with the two cowed students sitting before her.

As the principal entered the room Lorraine causally looked 
up at the 6'6" black man striding toward them. But Lorraine 
had completely forgotten about the troublesome students and 
the cafeteria in that moment... Now she remembered were 
she'd smelled that unusual cologne before, Mr. Branson! 
She'd fucked Mr. Branson!

*

After that Lorraine was hooked on anonymous sex. She knew 
it was a dangerous and even crazy thing to do. But the 
thrill of taking it as it comes was absolutely insanely 
intense. Not knowing if you're fucking a schoolboy or a 
grandfather, a doctor or a street bum was the most intense 
sex a person could have. To let ones self submit to a 
complete stranger's needs, to be used for nothing more than 
sexual release, was overwhelming. 

Lorraine now had a nasty and perverted little secret that 
was all her own. Oh well, she did know about Mr. Branson's 
dirty little secret. Actually she'd even shared it a few 
more times with him without his knowledge.

THE END


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