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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Wendy and the School Teacher
Part:
Summary: Wendy receives 'special' instruction from her 
pedophile school teacher.
Keywords: Mg, MF, MFg, oral, first

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage 
children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it.

Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at 
normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Wendy and the Schoolteacher
By
Norm DePloom

DAY ONE
Wendy slowly moved the book from her lap back onto the 
top of the desk.  She could feel her face burning with 
embarrassment. To have the boy in the next seat watch 
only seemed to add to the thrill of the experience, 
but to have the teacher, Mr. Zeller, catch her was 
entirely different.  For one thing he might tell her 
mother and that would spoil everything.  Wendy knew 
she wasn't supposed to touch herself, especially when 
other people could see her, and technically she 
reasoned she wasn't touching herself.  The book was 
touching her, she was only 'playing birdie' and 
flapping the book's covers like bird's wings.  Wendy 
knew this reasoning would not carry any weight with 
her mother and if her mother found out she would be 
humiliated and punished.  Wendy opened the book and 
pretended to read from it.

Mr. Zeller had been watching Wendy and the unique way 
she used books for most of the school year.  After 
seeing her the first time he had rearranged the room 
so he could sit at his desk and watch cute little 
Wendy nestle the corner of her book between her legs 
and flap the covers back and forth.  Mr. Zeller 
decided that more 'reading periods' were necessary for 
the proper education of his young charges.  After a 
day of watching Wendy and her books Mr. Zeller would 
rush home to play 'the little girl and the school 
teacher' with his wife.  The game always ended with a 
long hard fuck that they both enjoyed.  Mr. Zeller's 
wife was very submissive and did not mind at all 
playing a little school girl named Wendy, especially 
if it resulted in the kind of hard crotch pounding 
fuck that she enjoyed so much.

Mr. Zeller's wife, Beth, was submissive but she was 
not stupid.  She knew her husband was a closet 
pedophile.  She knew the significance when he came 
home after teaching a class of fifth graders all day 
and wanted to play 'the little girl and the school 
teacher'.  She knew that he loved her small almost 
tit-less body because it looked so much like the 
little girls in his classes, especially when she kept 
her crotch shaved smooth, which she always did.  She 
knew it, and she loved it.  Beth loved playing the 
little girl with a big strong grown up man dominating 
her. Dominating her, and fucking her.

Beth knew when her husband called her Wendy during 
their games that he had found a very special little 
girl in his class.  She knew and she didn't mind, as 
long as it was her hairless cunt that got fucked after 
school every day.

Now Mr. Zeller had to decide what to do.  Wendy 
thought she had been caught rubbing her very special 
place, when in fact Mr. Zeller knew that he had been 
caught watching her.  After school, when Mr. Zeller 
dismissed the class, he told Wendy to stay.  As the 
other kids filed out of the room Wendy sat staring at 
the wood top of her desk, her face red with 
embarrassment and fear.  Wendy desperately tried to 
figure out how to keep Mr. Zeller from telling her 
mother what she had been doing.

When the classroom was empty Mr. Zeller locked the 
door then walked back to his desk and sat down.  He 
watched Wendy in silence for a minute while she 
fidgeted and drew pictures on the desk top with her 
finger tip.

"Wendy, come up here," he finally said causing her to 
jump, then stand up and start walking toward his desk, 
"and bring your Social Studies book."  Wendy turned 
around and retraced her steps back to her desk.  "It 
is your favorite isn't it?"  He asked as she once 
again headed towards him.  Wendy's blush deepened, 
yes, it was her favorite book.  It seemed to fit her 
special place better than the others, rubbing her just 
right.  Mr. Zeller pulled one of the chairs over 
facing him.  "Sit here Wendy."  When she sat down her 
knees were only an inch from Mr. Zeller's.  "What is 
it you are doing with the books?"  Mr. Zeller fained 
ignorance as Wendy's blush deepened Mr. Zeller moved 
in his seat to hide his growing erection.

"I...I'm....Just fanning myself." Wendy lied.

"Show me," Mr. Zeller demanded leaning forward.  Wendy 
held the book just under her chin and flapped the 
covers open and shut trying to generate enough airflow 
to make her story plausible.

"That's not the way you hold the book," Mr. Zeller 
leaned closer to Wendy, "is it?"  Wendy looked down at 
her lap and shook her head 'no'.

"Show me how you do IT."  Wendy sat without moving.

"OK," Mr. Zeller said leaning back. "I guess we'll 
just have to go to the principal's office and call 
your mother, maybe you'll be willing to show your 
mother what you've been doing with the books."  Wendy 
shook her head 'no' and moved her lips, but no sound 
came out at first.

"...I...I...I'll...show you, please don't call my 
mother."  Tears streamed down Wendy's face.  Mr. 
Zeller leaned closer to her again.

"OK, you show me what you do with the books, and I 
won't call your mother.  You show me and I'll keep 
your secret."  Mr. Zeller reached out and wiped the 
tears from his young student's cheek.  Still staring 
at her lap and with her face turning ever darker 
shades of red Wendy nestled the corner of her favorite 
book in her crotch and slowly moved the book covers 
back and forth.  Wendy jumped slightly when she felt 
Mr.  Seller's hands on her knees.

"Wouldn't it feel better if you spread your legs a 
little?"  Mr. Zeller pushed her legs apart then let 
his hands rest on her knees.  Even though her dress 
was between his hands and her skin, it felt like fire 
was spreading from underneath his fingers up her legs 
toward the special place.  Wendy's breathing became 
shallower and more rapid as did her flapping of the 
book's covers.

Wendy felt that terrible/wonderful feeling spreading 
from her special place.  She dreaded and longed for 
this feeling at the same time.  It felt better than 
anything else, but scared her at the same time.  The 
wonderfulness and the scariness of the feeling was 
multiplied by having Mr. Zeller watching with his 
hands now under her dress on her bare thighs.  Wendy 
fought the feeling and welcomed the feeling.  What if 
this time it takes over and I never come back?

Mr. Zeller heard a series of 
'nnnnnha...nnnnha....nnnnnhs' coming from Wendy as she 
rocked back and forth opening and closing the book in 
a frenzy.  Wendy squeezed her eyes closed and her 
whole body tightened, then relaxed.  Wendy, still 
breathing hard, opened her eyes and blushed even 
deeper realizing that Mr. Zeller was still watching 
her and that his hands were far up her thighs, almost 
to her special place.

"That felt good, didn't it?" Mr. Zeller gently 
squeezed her thighs just below her hairless crotch.  
Wendy nodded her head up and down blushing even more.

"Do you do that at home?"  Mr. Zeller's hands gently 
caressed Wendy's firm young thighs.  Wendy nodded her 
head yes.

"Do you ever do it with just your panties on, without 
the dress?"  Wendy nodded her head yes.

"Let me see you do it that way."  Mr. Zeller gently 
lifted Wendy's dress exposing her thighs and her white 
cotton panty-covered hairless crotch.  Mr. Zeller 
gently pulled Wendy forward on the chair until her 
butt was right on the edge, then pushed her legs 
farther apart.  He stared at her still covered crotch 
and gently massaged her inner thighs while Wendy 
pushed the corner of the book back up against her 
special place and started the process again.

Wendy lost herself in the fear and excitement of 
rubbing herself while Mr. Zeller's fingers stroked 
ever closer to her hairless slit.  As the 
terrible/wonderful feeling over took her for a second 
time Wendy was just barely aware of the book being 
pushed to the side and replaced with something softer 
and warmer touching her in just the right place in 
just the right way.

When the feeling passed Wendy sat up in the chair and 
pulled her dress down and closed her legs.  Wendy 
blushed once again when she saw Mr. Zeller sitting 
back in his chair and watching her.

"One more thing before you go home," Mr. Zeller leaned 
forward and put his hands on her knees again, "I know 
you love doing this, and it's ok, but I need to check 
and make sure you haven't hurt yourself.  I need to 
look at you, at your 'special place'.  Wendy's blush 
spread until it felt like her whole body was on fire 
when she realized what Mr. Zeller wanted to look at.

"Sit on the edge of my desk." Mr. Zeller ordered with 
his most authoritative 'teacher' voice.  Wendy, 
embarrassed and trying to think of a way out, did as 
she was told.  Mr. Zeller pushed her back until she 
was lying on the desk.  Wendy covered her face with 
her arm to hide her embarrassment as Mr. Zeller pulled 
her panties down her long thin legs then, pushing her 
legs up and apart examined her hairless pussy.

Despite her embarrassment Wendy felt the 
terrible/wonderful feeling coming back as Mr. Zeller 
moved his hands up and down her thighs then, gently 
pulling her open with his fingertips leaned over and 
wiggled his tongue into and over her cunt.  Wendy 
moaned loudly as she felt the invading tongue move up 
to her very special place and flick back and forth 
across her most sensitive area.  The 
terrible/wonderful feeling swept over her with greater 
power, greater wonder and greater fear than it ever 
had before and left her lying across the desk like a 
limp rag doll.  When Wendy had recovered her breath 
Mr. Zeller helped her down from the desk.

"I'm glad to report that everything is normal 
ah..'down there'."  Mr. Zeller smiled at his young 
student.  "I'm going to keep your panties for now."  
Mr. Zeller slipped the white cotton panties into his 
pocket.  "I want you to know that your secret is safe 
with me."  Mr. Zeller picked up a small spiral bound 
note pad and handed it to Wendy. "Every time you touch 
yourself down there I want you to write down the time 
in this notebook."   Mr. Zeller walked his young 
panty-less student to the door with his arm over her 
shoulder. "Write down the time, what you thought about 
while you touched yourself, what it felt like and how 
long you spent doing it.  And, don't worry, I won't 
tell your mother."  Mr. Zeller smiled at the look of 
relief that washed over Wendy's face.  "See you 
tomorrow." He waved to her at the door as she headed 
off across the playground.

"All of you," he said once she was out of earshot, 
then turned and pulling the panties from his pocket 
brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.  Closing 
and locking the door, Mr. Zeller went back to his desk 
and unzipping his fly pulled out his large hard cock.  
With a few swift strokes Mr. Zeller came, squirting 
his cum into the crotch of the Wendy's white panties.

As Wendy walked across the playground she felt her 
dress swishing back and forth against her bare bottom, 
and the cool air moving across her still damp hairless 
slit.  Both feelings excited and intrigued her.  It 
wasn't until five blocks later that she worried about 
her mother discovering that a pair of her panties were 
missing.  As soon as she got home Wendy put on another 
pair of panties so her mom would not see her bare 
crotch, which would have led to very severe 
punishment.

Through the early evening, as Wendy worked on her 
homework, she resisted the urge to slip her hand 
between her legs and rub herself.  Her mother seemed 
to be able to move with absolute silence and had a 
tendency to miraculously appear when ever Wendy did 
something bad.  During dinner and all evening Wendy 
squeezed her thighs together trying to keep just a 
little of that wonderful/terrible feeling that 
lingered around her special place.

It was especially hard during her bath, she had to 
wash herself, her mother insisted on absolute 
cleanliness, but Wendy was sure that if she washed 
just one wipe more than necessary her mother would 
appear to punish her.  The very fact that her 
omniscient mother had not shown up in the classroom to 
punish her spoke to Wendy of the unfathomable power of 
her male teacher.  Up until this year Wendy's teachers 
had all been females and, in Wendy's mind, only 
extensions of her seemingly omnipotent mother.

After her bath Wendy could not put her panties back on 
even though she had only worn them for a few hours, 
there had to be a pair of panties in the laundry in 
the morning or her mother might know.  Wendy was 
pleased that her illicit excitement had gotten the 
panties dirty enough to appear to have been worn all 
day.  She tossed them into the hamper and as she put 
on another clean pair, counted the panties left in her 
drawer to see if she would make it until Saturday.

As Wendy settled into her bed and finally slipped her 
hand between her legs, she thought about asking Mr. 
Zeller for her panties back.  No, she thought, I can't 
do that.  First it would be far too embarrassing, 
second it excited her to think about him having her 
panties even though she could not imagine what he 
would do with them.

Until this evening Wendy had always followed the 
letter of her mother's rule not to touch her self and 
only rubbed her special place through her panties or 
with the corner of a book while she studied.  But 
tonight was different; her bare special place had been 
touched by some one obviously much more powerful than 
her mother.  Wendy, knowing that Mr. Zeller would want 
her to touch herself under her panties, slipped her 
finger under the crotch of her cotton panties and 
rubbed her very special place until the 
wonderful/terrible feeling overwhelmed her and left 
her exhausted.  As she fell asleep Wendy realized 
that, while touching herself under her panties felt 
better than touching herself through her panties, 
having Mr. Zeller touch her felt best of all.

Wendy remembered the notepad and sat up in bed.  
Without turning on the light Wendy got the notepad and 
a pencil and wrote down the time.  Then, blushing 
because she knew Mr. Zeller would be reading it, Wendy 
wrote down that she had thought about him touching her 
while she touched herself.  Wendy put the notepad on 
the table beside her bed and lay down.  As soon as she 
lay down Wendy was aware of growing warmth between her 
legs.  Just the act of writing the information down 
had gotten her excited again.  Wendy slipped her hand 
between her legs and, remembering what it felt like 
when her teacher had his head between her legs, rubbed 
her wet cunt until she came again.

After cuming on the crotch of Wendy's panties Mr. 
Zeller put them back in his pocket and, picking up his 
briefcase locked the classroom door and walked to his 
car.  He drove home with the feel, taste and smell of 
Wendy's hairless cunt floating in his mind.  By the 
time he pulled into his driveway his cock was hard and 
twitching with eager excitement.

Rushing through the house Roger grabbed Beth by the 
arm and, dragging her into the bedroom threw her down 
onto the bed.  Pulling his pants off Roger climbed 
onto the bed and slammed his cock into her cunt with 
one bed-shaking crotch slamming thrust.  As soon as 
she hit the bed Beth spread her legs in eager 
anticipation of the fucking she could knew was coming.

"Take my cock you little slut.  Take all of your 
teacher's cock Wendy." Roger screamed as he pounded 
his hard rod into Beth's willing pussy.  Beth wrapped 
her arms and legs around her husband and fucked back 
enthusiastically.

"Fuck me teacher," Beth moaned, "fuck your little 
slut, Wendy."  Roger continued pounding his cock into 
Beth's hairless cunt until he had cum twice.  By that 
time Beth was in a state of almost constant orgasm.  
As the sexual energy subsided Roger and Beth lay on 
the bed with their arms around each other and Roger's 
(finally) softening cock still in her cunt.

"Tell me about it," Beth asked quietly.  Roger told 
Beth about his after school activities with the real 
Wendy.  By the time he was through with the tale Beth 
was laying with her hand between her legs rubbing her 
hairless and very wet cunt.

"Let's act it out," Beth jumped from the bed and ran 
to the closet to pick out her, and Rogers, favorite 
'school girl' dress.  "Do you still have her panties?" 
Roger handed his wife the white cotton panties from 
his pocket as he pulled his pants back on in 
preparation for the little drama he and his wife would 
be acting out.  Beth looked at the panties then hit 
her husband playfully.

"You didn't tell me you already came on her panties."  
Beth teased her husband as she pulled them on.  The 
panties just barely fit over Beth's slightly more 
womanly hips.

"Come on teacher," Beth said taking her husband by the 
hand and leading him to their spare bedroom which was 
set up to look like a school room.  Once in the room 
with the door closed Beth took on the persona of Wendy 
with single-minded concentration.  Even to the point 
of blushing real blushes as the schoolteacher watched 
her masturbate with the book while he ran his hands up 
under her dress.  Beth's portrayal of Wendy became 
progressively sluttier as the evening wore on excited 
her husband over and over.  Each enactment of the 
scene ended with Beth on the teacher's desk getting 
fucked long and hard.

Later, lying in bed exhausted and happy Beth and Roger 
cuddled as they watched a late night TV show.  Beth, 
at Roger's request was still wearing Wendy's panties.  
Beth turned to Roger pushing her small breasts against 
his arm.

"You're going to fuck her aren't you?"  The question 
was for information only, no hint of jealousy or 
condemnation in the tone.  Roger looked at her and 
smiled, gently stroking her hair and back.

"I don't think I could stop myself, even if I wanted 
to." Roger answered with open honesty.  Beth laid her 
head on Roger's chest.

"I want to be there."  Beth looked back up at her 
husband. "I want to help you fulfill your deepest 
desires."  Roger hugged her and kissed her gently on 
the forehead.  "Besides," Beth continued, now teasing 
her husband with a grin on her face, "I want to see 
this little slut that keeps my husband's cock so 
hard."

DAY TWO
As soon as Wendy got to school the next day she 
slipped into the girls bathroom and, after locking 
herself in a stall, pulled her panties down her legs 
then, stepping out of them, put her panties into her 
'Hello Kitty' back pack.  Setting on the edge of the 
toilet seat Wendy spread her legs and gently ran her 
finger up and down her slick hairless slit while she 
closed her eyes and thought about how it felt when Mr. 
Zeller had done it the day before.  Just as she was 
about to be overwhelmed by the wonderful/terrible 
feeling the bell rang and Wendy had to abandon he 
efforts and hurry to class.

Wendy's flushed face and her agitated shallow 
breathing did not escape Mr. Zeller's attention.  He 
was thankful that Beth had insisted on playing 'the 
rape of the innocent schoolgirl by the cruel teacher' 
twice that morning, leaving him drained and less 
likely to embarrass himself in front of the class.  
Mr. Zeller lectured the class for a few minutes, then 
gave them a reading assignment and sat down at his 
desk.  Looking out at his students Mr. Zeller was 
surprised to see Wendy with her butt scooted forward 
on her chair, her legs spread, and her hand slowly 
pulling her dress up her thighs exposing her panty-
less crotch for his enjoyment.

So much, Mr. Zeller thought, for any lingering 
question about the effects of yesterdays encounter on 
Wendy.  Mr. Zeller had the cock-stiffening thought 
that he may have created a young slut sex slave for 
his own enjoyment.  That, he thought, would be a 
fucking wet dream come true.  Mr. Zeller knew he was 
going to have to teach from behind his desk most of 
the day.  When the bell rang for the first recess, 
Wendy held back putting her books away with 
exaggerated slowness.

"I told my mommy that you had me stay after to help me 
with my reading," Wendy said, once they were alone in 
the class, "she thought it was real nice of you to do 
that."  Wendy stared at her desktop blushing and 
drawing circles with her fingertip while she talked.  
Mr. Zeller pulled a chair over and sat facing Wendy.

"Do you think you'll need extra help with your reading 
after school today?"  Wendy nodded her head 'yes' 
without looking up.

"Did you practice your reading last night when you 
went to bed?"  Mr. Zeller slipping his hands under 
Wendy's skirt and gently stroking the inside of her 
spread thighs.  Mr. Zeller felt Wendy shiver as his 
hands moved closer to her crotch.  Wendy nodded her 
head.

"Did you write it down in your notepad?"  Wendy nodded 
her head.

"I think you should stay after school every day for 
help with your reading."  Mr. Zeller's fingertip 
brushed Wendy's 'very special place' causing her body 
to jerk as she nodded her head.  Mr. Zeller continued 
to explore Wendy's wet hairless cunt for a few more 
minutes then, pulling his hand back told her to go to 
recess.  With a disappointed moan Wendy stood up and 
walked out of the door.

Mr. Zeller, standing up and pushing his cock back down 
in his pants, walked to the phone hanging on the wall 
in the front corner of the classroom.  After dialing 
'9' for an outside line Mr. Zeller dialed his home 
phone number and lightly stroked his cock through his 
trousers while he waited for Beth to answer.

"Hello."

"Hey honey."

"How's it going?"

"You won't believe it," Roger spoke enthusiastically 
into the phone, "that little slut showed up in class 
today without panties on."

"Oh my god."

"Yes, she couldn't wait to tell me about how she told 
her mom she was staying after school for help with her 
reading."

"Sounds like you have a girlfriend."

"Yea, she sat there and let me finger her while we 
discussed her staying after school every day."

"Are you coming home for lunch?"

"Are you fingering yourself?"  Roger squeezed his cock 
through his trousers.

"Yes, I need you to come home and fuck me."

"OK, I'll see you at lunchtime.  I've got to hang up 
the kids are going to be coming back."

For the rest of the morning Mr. Zeller taught setting 
at his desk, sneaking peaks at Wendy's exposed crotch 
and occasionally running his hand over his achingly 
hard cock.  As soon as the kids had left for lunch Mr. 
Zeller, holding his coat in front of crotch to help 
hide his large bulge, hurried to his car.  When he 
arrived home Roger found Beth on the edge of the 
teacher's desk in the spare room.  Sitting with one 
foot propped up on the desk and the other on the 
floor, slowly rubbing one finger up and down her slick 
wet cunt.

"You want to fuck your little slut with your big hard 
cock, teacher?"  Beth moved her finger from her cunt 
to her mouth then sucked and licked her pussy juice 
off before she lowered her hand and slipped her finger 
entirely into her slit.  Roger raced across the room 
and pushed his pants down as he leaned over and licked 
his tongue up and down her crotch.

"Yes teacher," Beth moaned leaning back on the desk, 
"fuck your little slut, fuck your grade school whore."  
Standing up Roger forced his hard cock into her open 
waiting hole.

"Take my cock you fucking little whore," he shouted as 
his cock reached its maximum penetration and his pubic 
hair ground against Beth's over stimulated clitoris 
causing the first wave of orgasmic pleasure to break 
over her naked body.  Leaning forward as he fucked 
roughly into Beth's cunt, Roger bit down hard on her 
nipples mixing pain into her pleasure with practiced 
skill.  Roger fucked and bit and sucked in a frenzy 
knowing he only had a short time before he had to be 
back at school and that only extremely rough sex would 
get them both off in the allotted time.

Roger left Beth laying naked and exhausted on the desk 
in the 'schoolroom' and, after reminding her to be at 
the school when the kids were let out, got into his 
car and drove back to work.  As the students filed 
back into the classroom Mr. Zeller could tell that 
Wendy had spent lunchtime entertaining her self in the 
girl's bathroom.  The afternoon passed quickly and Mr. 
Zeller's wife slipped into the back of the room just 
before the students were released for the day.

After the last student had left Mrs. Zeller sat at her 
husband's desk and under the suspicious gaze of the 
young Wendy arranged a chair just as her husband had 
the previous afternoon then invited Wendy to sit 
facing her.  As soon as she was seated Mr. Zeller 
asked Wendy for her notepad.  Blushing with the 
knowledge of what was written in the notepad Wendy 
returned to her desk and, retrieving the pad, handed 
it to Mr. Zeller then returned to the chair facing 
Mrs. Zeller.  Mrs. Zeller allowed Wendy to sit, and 
the tension to build for a few minutes before she 
handed a social studies book to Wendy.

"I believe this is your favorite, show me how you use 
the book." Wendy's face blazed with humiliation and 
embarrassment.  She fought the urge to get up and run 
from the room.  How could her teacher betray her like 
this?  Telling his wife was almost as bad as telling 
her mother.  How could she do this to herself with the 
object of her lust's wife watching?  Wendy looked at 
Mr. Zeller as he pulled up a chair and sat down to 
watch her also.  Slowly Wendy lowered the corner of 
the book into her lap and nestled it against her 
special place.  Too embarrassed to look up, Wendy 
slowly moved the book's covers back and forth.

Wendy jumped when she felt hands on her knees and 
looked up into Mrs. Zeller's eyes just as the woman 
pushed her legs apart.

"Wouldn't that feel better with your legs spread?" she 
asked reenacting what her husband had done the 
previous afternoon.  Despite her humiliation and 
betrayal, Wendy's body caught on fire where the expert 
and knowledgeable hands of Mrs. Zeller touched her.   
Mrs. Zeller's hands moved higher and higher up Wendy's 
thighs until they pushed her book away and, pulling 
her butt to the edge of the seat worked their way into 
her special place and then drenched her body with the 
most wonderful and terrible feeling she had ever 
experienced.

As the first crest of this new intense feeling slammed 
her body Wendy became aware that Mr. Zeller had 
unbuttoned the front of her dress and was gently 
pinching her nipples.  Wendy looked at Mrs. Zeller and 
realized that as one of her hands fingered Wendy's 
special place, her other hand was buried deeply 
between her own legs.  It seemed to Wendy that 
everything was moving in slow motion.  She saw Mr. 
Zeller stand up and undo his buckle and let his pants 
fall to the floor.

Wendy's eyes widened as she looked at the massive rod 
of hard flesh standing out from his nest of pubic 
hair.  Mrs. Zeller continued to finger Wendy's special 
place, but pulled her hand from between her own legs 
and stroked her husband's hard cock.

"Have you ever seen a man's cock before, Wendy?"  
Wendy shook her head 'no'.

"I want you to touch it."  Mrs. Zeller instructed the 
scared girl.  "Come one," she continued taking Wendy's 
hand and placing it on her husband's cock, "it won't 
hurt you to touch it."  Wendy's terror subsided as she 
became fascinated by the warmth of the flesh and the 
soft velvety feel of the helmet shaped head.  Wendy 
even smiled when she discovered that she could squeeze 
it just right and make the little slit at the end open 
and close like a small mouth.   Mrs. Zeller pulled 
Wendy from her seat and pulled her dress over her head 
then stood the now naked girl between her legs facing 
her husband's hard cock.

"Do you remember when your teacher set you on the desk 
and looked at you to make sure you weren't hurt?" Mrs. 
Zeller asked Wendy, who was now fascinated by the hard 
cock in her hands.  Wendy nodded.

"Do you remember him licking you between your legs?"  
Wendy nodded her head and blushed at the memory.

"Do you remember how good it felt?"  Wendy nodded her 
head again and smiled at the memory.

"Now, I want you to repay him by taking the end of his 
cock in your mouth."   Wendy shied away from the cock 
in her hand and shook her head.

"I can't do that." She said with obvious disgust 
trying to pull away.

"You have to." Mrs. Zeller told the reluctant girl. 
"If you don't I'll take you home and tell your mother 
that you were caught in school without panties on, and 
that you were touching your self."  Wendy's fighting 
died down, the fear of her mother's punishment was 
still a potent threat.  Mrs. Zeller turned the girls 
head so she could look at her face.  "I'll even tell 
your mommy that you were letting boys watch you touch 
your self, and that they paid you."  Wendy's shoulders 
shook with sobs. 

"Please don't tell her.  I'll do anything you want."  
Wendy spoke through her broken hearted sobs.

"Then take your teacher's cock in your mouth."  Mrs. 
Zeller pushed Wendy's head toward her husband's hard 
cock.  Wendy opened her mouth as the large red 
cockhead loomed in front of her face.  She felt the 
bottom surface of the cockhead against her tongue and 
closed her lips around the shaft.  This, she thought, 
isn't so bad.

Mrs. Zeller showed Wendy how to hang onto the base of 
her husband's cock, and then slipped her own hand back 
between Wendy's legs to stroke her cute little 
clitoris.  Wendy's reluctance melted as she felt the 
velvety soft cock head rubbing back and forth over her 
tongue.  It wasn't icky like she thought it would be.  
Mrs. Zeller's hands seemed to be all over Wendy's 
body, concentrating mostly on her special place 
between her legs and the nipples on her almost flat 
chest.

"Pretty soon," Mrs. Zeller whispered in Wendy's ear, 
"your teacher will shoot some stuff out of his cock 
into your mouth."  She spoke softly as she worked her 
finger into Wendy's tight cunt.  "Don't be afraid of 
it, it won't hurt you.  It tastes good once you get 
used to it."

"Her it comes," Mr. Zeller grunted, stroking Wendy's 
hair as her mouth moved up and down on his pulsing 
cock.  Just as another wave of the wonderful/terrible 
feeling swept over her, Wendy felt the cock in her 
mouth twitch then automatically pulled her head back 
after the first spurt getting the second and following 
spurts draped over her nose and cheek.  Mrs. Zeller 
rubbed her fingers through the slimy cum hanging on 
Wendy's face then brought a gob of it to her own lips.  
Wendy sat in her chair and looked around the room with 
dazed eyes.

Wendy watched with fascination as Mr. Zeller bent over 
and kissed his wife, pushing his hand down between her 
legs and inserting two fingers deeply into her wet 
cunt.  Wendy slipped off the chair and knelt between 
Mrs. Zeller's knees to get a better view of her cunt 
being fucked by her husband's fingers.  Mrs. Zeller 
broke off the kiss and stroked Wendy's hair.

"Do you know what fucking is?" she asked the 
mesmerized girl.  Wendy shook her head 'no' without 
taking her eyes off the fingers slipping in and out of 
the glistening cunt lips.

"Your teacher wants to fuck you."  Mrs. Zeller 
continued stroking Wendy's hair and spread her legs 
further to give the girl a better view of her pussy 
being finger fucked.  After two more strokes in and 
out of his wife's cunt Mr. Zeller pulled his wet 
fingers from her cunt and pulling her two her feet 
both of them took Wendy's hands and walked her over to 
the desk.

"I'm going to fuck my wife this afternoon," Mr. Zeller 
explained to the naked girl walking between them, "so 
you can see how it's done.  Then tomorrow after school 
I'm going to fuck you."  Mrs. Zeller sat on the edge 
of her husband's desk and leaned back spreading her 
legs and propping her heels up on the edge of the desk 
on each side of her now wide open cunt.  Mr. Zeller 
brought his young student over and had her stand in 
front of his wife.

"That is what your 'special place' looks like." He 
instructed her, ever the teacher at heart, as he 
gently pulled her wet cunt lips apart to show Wendy 
the inner hole.  "It's called your 'cunt'." He further 
explained.  He turned Wendy to face him before he 
spoke again.  "I want you to suck on my cock again 
until it gets nice and hard, then you stand right here 
to the side and watch while I fuck Beth with it."  
Wendy leaned down and took her teacher's half-hard 
cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over the velvety 
head.

"Why don't you rub your cunt while you do that?"  Mr. 
Zeller suggested as his cock hardened in her small 
mouth.  Wendy was amazed at the feel of his cock 
growing bigger in her mouth as she reached between her 
legs and rubbed her fingers up and down over her 
'cunt'.  I like that word, she thought, it's much 
better than 'special place'.  Mrs. Zeller slowly 
fucked two fingers in and out of her cunt and gyrated 
her hips while she watched her husband's cock being 
sucked by the young naked girl.

When his cock was completely hard Mr. Zeller pulled 
the girls mouth from it and, picking her up sat her on 
the edge of the desk beside his wife where she could 
watch the action.  Wendy immediately spread her legs 
and hooked her heals on the edge of the desk like the 
older woman.  Then reached down and resumed rubbing 
her cunt while she watched with fascination as Mr. 
Zeller grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed his 
cockhead up and down over his wives cunt.  Satisfied 
with the amount of lubrication on his glistening 
cockhead he placed it at the entrance to his wife's 
cunt and slowly pushed it inside her.

"OOOOH YES," Mrs. Zeller groaned as the hard cock 
slipped into her.  "Show your little slut how to 
fuck."  Wendy stopped rubbing her own cunt and watched 
in rapt attention as the cock sank into the Mrs. 
Zeller.

"Oooh, doesn't it hurt?  How does it all fit in?"  
Wendy asked leaning over to watch.

"No honey," she answered, stroking the young girl's 
hair, "it feels wonderful.  Watch how it pulls back 
out then goes back in again."  Mrs. Zeller reached 
down and stroked her own clitoris.  "This is the 
clitoris...OOOH...AHHHH....It's the...OH GOD...place 
that feels...OH FUCK ME...the best."  Mrs. Zeller 
pulled the girl's head to her chest.  "Please honey, 
suck on my nipples while your teacher fucks me."

Wendy eagerly sucked on Mrs. Zeller's nipples while 
she watched Mr. Zeller's huge hard cock fucking in and 
out of his wife's cunt.  Both Roger and Beth caressed 
her naked body as they fucked.  By the time Mr. Zeller 
bellowed "Take my cum you fucking little slut bitch." 
While he ground his crotch into his wife's and filled 
her cunt to overflowing with his thick sticky cum, 
Wendy felt like her whole body was vibrating from the 
wonderful feeling emanating from her cunt and from the 
hands touching every part of her naked skin.  The 
three of them hugged, holding each other up as waves 
of intense feeling washed over them.

Mrs. Zeller invited Wendy to examine her just fucked 
cunt to assure the girl that no damage had been done.  
Then the two girls helped each other get dressed and 
Wendy was sent home, another reading lesson having 
been completed.

Wendy walked home with visions of cocks fucking in and 
out of hairless wet cunts floating in her mind.  
Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such a 
sight.  As soon as she got home Wendy broke one of her 
mother's rules and closed her bedroom door so she 
could 'experiment'.  Starting with her finger, and 
keeping careful notes in her notepad, Wendy inserted 
different objects into her wet pussy comparing the 
feelings in an attempt to determine which type of 
object would give her the biggest thrill.  After 
trying several different devices Wendy settled on the 
smooth plastic handle of her favorite hairbrush.

Once the device was selected Wendy propped a mirror 
against the foot of her bed then, spreading her legs 
as far as she could, watched the plastic hairbrush 
handle slipping in and out of her wet cunt.  At the 
same time she rubbed her finger in little circles over 
her sensitive clitoris, just like she had seen Mrs. 
Zeller doing in the classroom.   The resulting orgasm 
left Wendy lying limply against her pillows trying to 
catch her breath when she heard her mother calling her 
for dinner.

After dinner, during her bath, and well into the 
evening in her bed Wendy preformed repeated 
experiments with the handle of her plastic brush.  
After each experiment Wendy made the required notes in 
her notepad, the making of which usually stimulated 
the next round of experimentation.

"Does my special teacher want to fuck me again here? 
Or wait till we get home?" Beth asked snuggling into 
her husband's arms after they watched Wendy walk 
across the playground on her way home.

"Both," Roger answered pushing his hand up his wife's 
dress to feel her wet just fucked cunt.

DAY THREE
Wendy hurried to school hoping to have enough time 
before the bell to take care of her new and very 
demanding needs.  Locking herself in the bathroom 
stall Wendy removed her panties and put them in her 
'Hello Kitty' back pack then, pulling her hair brush 
from the back pack, sat on the toilet seat and, 
spreading her legs, gently inserted the hairbrush's 
handle into her now constantly wet pussy.   Using the 
same technique that had worked so well for her so many 
times the previous evening and once already this 
morning Wendy rubbed her clitoris with her finger 
while she fucked the hairbrush handle in and out of 
her cunt.

Wendy closed her eyes and leaned back against the cool 
tile wall, trying to imagine what it was going to feel 
like having the, much larger than her hairbrush 
handle, cock of her teacher sliding into her.  Just as 
the bell rang Wendy's entire body trembled and spasmed 
as waves of orgasm passed through her.  As the orgasm 
subsided Wendy opened her eyes and froze with the 
brush handle still half way inside of her.  For just a 
second she had seen an eye peaking at her through the 
gap between the stall and the door, then it had 
disappeared and Wendy heard the bathroom door open and 
close.  Wendy, pushing her hairbrush into her backpack 
and straightening her dress, hurried to the classroom.

As Wendy walked into class she desperately searched 
the faces of her female classmates for some clue as to 
who had been spying on her.  Not finding any hint of 
who it might have been, Wendy sat at her desk in 
absolute misery feeling like her world was about to 
collapse, in a firestorm of guilt and humiliation, as 
punishment for the wicked and nasty things she had 
been doing to her self.

Mr. Zeller noticed Wendy's dejected and miserable 
demeanor and wondered if she had been caught 
masturbating by her mother.  When the other kids left 
the room for the first recess, Wendy sat at her desk 
and, as Mr. Zeller sat facing her tears streamed down 
her face.  While Mr. Zeller gently rubbed her bare 
thighs Wendy related, between her sobs, about her 
morning in the bathroom and the eye she saw spying on 
her.  Mr. Zeller found it to be a powerfully erotic 
experience and tried to think of some way to relieve 
the urgent aching of his hard cock.  Just as he was 
about to throw caution to the wind and fuck sweet 
little Wendy right there on the classroom floor the 
door opened and Beth walked in.

"What's the matter honey?" she asked both her husband 
and Wendy in one sentence.  After Wendy again related 
her tale of being discovered in the bathroom, Beth 
took Wendy in her arms and assured her that if anyone 
tried to make trouble for her she and Mr. Zeller would 
protect her.  She then sent the young girl out onto 
the playground.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just thought you might need a little help waiting 
until after school to fuck the cute little minx that 
just left," Beth grinned impishly at her husband, 
"and," Beth stroked his throbbing cock through his 
trousers, "I think I was right."  Beth unzipped 
Roger's pants, pulled out his hard cock, and engulfed 
it with her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue 
around its head with expert skill. Roger had been so 
stimulated by Wendy's crying tale of masturbation and 
discovery, and Beth was such a skilled cocksucker that 
in less than a minute he was dumping his load of cum 
into her eager mouth.

Mr. Zeller just barely got his softening cock put back 
into his pants and his trousers zipped when the door 
banged open and the kids came pouring back into the 
room.  Beth walked to the back of the class and 
watched until the kids were all seated then, waiting 
until her husband looked at her, opened her mouth and 
let a string of his cum ooze down her chin before she 
turned and walked out the door.  At lunchtime Mr. 
Zeller raced home to find Beth naked and wet waiting 
for a long hard fucked in their private classroom.

The afternoon passed quickly and Beth slipped in the 
door and sat at the back of the room just before the 
final bell rang releasing the kids.  When the rest of 
the students were gone, and the door locked, Wendy, 
Mr. Zeller and Mrs. Zeller all sat looking at each 
other in uncharacteristic silence.  Each of the three 
knew that what was to follow would change each of 
their lives forever.  And while each was eager for the 
fucking to start, each one of them also wanted to hold 
on, if just for another few seconds, to their 'before' 
life.

"Wendy," Beth finally said breaking the silence, "why 
don't you sit on the desk and show us how you use that 
hairbrush of yours?"  Wendy blushed as she eagerly dug 
through her backpack for her brush.  Finding the brush 
Wendy stood up and headed for her teacher's desk.

"Why don't you take off your dress" Mr. Zeller 
suggested to her.  Wendy smiled at him shyly, and then 
pulled her dress over her head.  Sitting on the desk 
dressed only in white socks and black shoes, Wendy 
spread her legs and, as Roger and Beth watched and 
caressed her, worked the handle of her brush into her 
pussy for the fourth time that day.

"Yes, little slut, fuck yourself for us," Beth 
whispered as she ran her hand up and down Wendy's 
thigh.  Roger slowly undressed as he watched the young 
girl fucking her wet hairless slit with the plastic 
brush handle.  Beth undressed then, climbing onto the 
desk, scooted behind Wendy.  Beth arranged herself so 
Wendy could lean back against her and Beth could reach 
around and help hold Wendy's legs up and apart giving 
her husbands cock free access to the little girl's 
much lusted after virgin, hairless, cunt.

Roger took the hairbrush from Wendy and continued to 
fuck her with the handle while he leaned forward and 
sucked on each of her small but very hard nipples.  As 
Roger pulled the brush from Wendy's cunt and anointed 
his hard cock with lubricant, Beth pulled Wendy's legs 
further apart and whispered in her ear.

"It's time for our teasing little slut to get her 
dirty little cunt fucked."  As the huge cock head 
pushed against her virgin cunt lips Wendy panicked and 
wiggled trying to pull free from Beth's firm grasp.  
"No, little slut," Beth continued to whisper in her 
ear, "you're ours now.  You're going to get fucked 
whether you want to or not."  Just to be sure Roger 
put his hand over Wendy's mouth to muffle any screams 
as he forced his large hard cock into her tight virgin 
pussy.

Being held open, and gagged, Wendy's panic grew to 
terror as her cunt stretched to accommodate its first 
hard cock.  Her struggles only brought a smile to 
Roger's face as he pushed his cock into the helpless 
girl.  Beth moved her hands down Wendy's thighs to 
hold her legs right where they join her crotch, 
framing the young girls cunt and holding it open for 
her husband.

"Look at his hard cock slipping into your tight little 
pussy," Beth whispered in Wendy's ear.  "Relax honey," 
she continued, "it feels uncomfortable now, but by 
Friday of next week you'll be taking it like a pro."  
Beth kissed Wendy's neck. "And loving every inch of 
it."  Beth massaged the young girl's trembling thighs.  
"Look at that, it's all the way in now.  Your 
teacher's cock is all the way inside your tight cunt."

Beth moved one of her hands to Wendy's stomach and, 
pushing one hand downward until her finger rested on 
Wendy's clitoris, then rubbed it in small circles.  
Wendy's fear and discomfort were slowly pushed into 
the background by her growing excitement, and her hips 
fucked up and down on her teacher's hard cock.  Beth 
busied her other hand with Wendy's nipples and rocked 
her own hips humping her wet cunt against Wendy's 
tight butt while her husband's cock fucked in and out 
of Wendy's cunt with greater speed and force.

Wendy leaned forward and held onto Mr. Zeller's waist 
with booth arms as he pounded his hard cock 
relentlessly into her newly opened pussy.  Roger 
reached around Wendy to hug his wife, trapping Wendy 
between their bodies.  Finding his wife's lips Roger 
fucked his tongue in and out of her mouth as they both 
humped against Wendy from opposite sides.

"Fuck our little slut hard, honey." Beth hissed into 
her husband's ear after breaking off the kiss.  "Fill 
her with your cum so I can lick it out."  Mr. Zeller 
ground his cock into Wendy squeezing her between them 
as he emptied his cum into her stretched cunt.  "Yes," 
Beth yelled, "fuck her, fuck our dirty little slut."

Wendy lay limp and worn out in Beth's arms as Roger 
pulled his softening cock from her dripping hairless 
slit.  Beth moved Wendy's rag doll like body further 
onto the desk then, lifting and spreading her legs 
leaned over and licked the cum that was running out of 
her.  Roger knelt behind his bent over wife and kissed 
and licked her wet cunt and small crinkled asshole as 
he ran his hands up and down her inner thighs.  Beth 
ground her cunt in little circles on her husbands face 
as she wormed her tongue into the newly fucked cunt of 
the little girl lying on the desk.

After a few minutes Roger stood up and inserted his 
re-hardened cock into his wife's waiting pussy, 
eliciting a loud moan that was only partially muffled 
by having her face buried in Wendy's now gyrating 
crotch.  Every thrust of Roger's cock into Beth's wet 
cunt pushed Beth's face harder into Wendy's open 
crotch and brought another squeal of delight from the 
girl on the desk.

"Oh goddamn yes," Roger shouted as he fucked harder 
and harder into his wife's tight pussy. "you've still 
got the best cunt I've ever fucked." Their moans 
became indistinguishable as their bodies' rocked and 
spasmed in unison.

"Oh fuck," Roger exclaimed as he pulled his still 
dripping cock from his wife and collapsing into a 
waiting chair, leaned his head back in exhaustion, 
"I've got the two tightest pussies in the world right 
here in the room with me."  Beth abandoned her attempt 
to suck every drop of her husbands cum from Wendy's 
tight hole and slid down to the floor with her back 
leaning against the desk and her husband's cum pooling 
on the wood floor under her dripping cunt.  Wendy sat 
up with a wide grin on her face.

"That," she said, looking back and forth between the 
two worn out adults, "was fun."
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