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After finding out her daughter Amanda is pregnant and tells her husband
David, Emily learns just who is responsible for getting the 12 year old in
a family way.  And she exacts a bit of revenge on the culprits.

   This story is complete fiction.  It is intended for adults only.  If you
are offended by sexually explicit material, please do not read this.

   See most of my other stories, including the first four parts of Amanda
After School at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DaddyOh/www/ Send feedback to:
daddyoh@bluebottle.com.

  
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Story: Amanda After School pt 5 by DaddyOh (MMF, oral, anal, cuck,

   facial) (02/08) 6350 words

   David knew as soon as he heard his wife's voice on the phone that
something was wrong.

   "I need you to come home right away," Emily said urgently.

   "What's up, Honey?" David said.  He tried to hide his nervousness.  Any
time Emily had seemed the least bit anxious in the past few months, David
worried that she had learned of some things he wanted to keep secret from
her.

   "I really don't want to talk about it over the phone," Emily replied. 
"Just come home, O.K.?" David agreed and cut his errand-run short.  When he
arrived at home, Emily was sitting at their kitchen table.

   "Where's Amanda," David asked.

   "At your sister's," Emily replied.

   "What's up, Em?" David said.  "You sounded pretty tense on the phone and
you seem even more so now."

   "I don't know what to say or think," Emily said.  "I took Amanda to the
doctor." David gave a slightly concerned look.  "She needed her physical
renewed for her gymastics club that's starting.  Dr.  Wendy was giving her
the basic once-over.  And she asked Amanda about her period."

   "Her period?" David repeated.

   "Yea," Emily said.  "I haven't really talked about it, we've been so
busy lately, but Amanda got her period a couple of months ago.  Around her
twelfth birthday." David was well aware that Amanda had begun menstruating.
"I didn't really think anything of it, but her period is late, like several
weeks."

   "Really?" David said, trying to sound casual.

   "Yes," Emily continued.  "That seemed to concern the doctor more than I
would have expected.  She started to ask other questions and gave Amanda
more than the routine exam.  And then..." Emily paused.  "You won't believe
it, David.  They took me in another room and told me they were going to
give her a pregnancy test!"

   "A pregnancy test?" David said, trying his best to sound shocked.

   "Yes!" Emily replied.  "I still can't get my mind around it.  They
didn't tell Amanda that's what they were doing.  But they did it.  David,
Amanda is pregnant..." A long silence follwed her words.  Emily was in too
much of a state of shock to observe that David did not seem as surprised as
she was.  "How could this be, David?  She's just twelve years old!"

   "Wow," David said.  "Does she...did she...umm..."

   "She doesn't know," Emily interrupted.  "I didn't know what to say to
her.  I tried asking her questions, without telling her.  I asked her if
anyone had forced her to do anything, if anyone had hurt her in any way. 
She said 'no' over and over.  I didn't want to freak her out, but I had to
at least try and find out what happened.  This is just incredible.  What
are we going to do, David?" She looked to her husband for support and for
some sense of how this bizarre event could possibly line up with reality.

   "Well," David began, "Try to stay calm, Emily.  I'm sure there must be
an explanation.  Are we one hundred percent sure they're right?  Maybe they
switched somebody's results."

   "I don't think so," she said.  "That was the first thing I asked.  I
spoke to the technician who walked through the entire procedure.  They were
concerned too.  They're waiting to find out from me if Amanda says anyone
forced her to...oh David, I can't even think about it." She just looked at
her husband, unsure what to do or say.  Finally a thought seemed to come to
her mind.  "I think maybe we should call...a therapist." David was relieved
she had not suggested calling the law enforcement authorities.  His relief
was short-lived.  "And the police.  Something obviously happened.  They can
help us find out who did this to our little girl."

   "Emily," David said, trying to sound as calm as possible.  "Honey, I
know how upsetting this is.  What a shock.  I mean, this is the last thing
you would ever think you'd have to face with a 12 year old.  But you know,
these things do happen."

   "What are you talking about?" Emily snapped.  "This kind of thing
doesn't happen to us!  I know there are teen pregnancies, David.  Even a
few as young as Amanda.  But this kind of thing doesn't happen in families
like ours!  I'm going to call the police right now."

   "Don't do that, Honey," David said.  Emily gave him a look of some
incredulity.  She asked him what better idea had than calling the
authorities.

   "Well, Em," he said "Some things happened over the last couple of months
that I need to tell you about."

   "What do you mean?" Emily asked, not knowing how to read her husband at
that moment.

   "Let's see if I can sum this up," David said.  "One afternoon when you
were at work, Amanda came home with a really wild story about what happened
when Mr.  Edmonds asked her to stay after school to help him with a special
project." Emily stared at him, trying to imagine what this could possibly
have to do with Amanda's condition.  "You know, Amanda really likes Bob
Edmonds and she's one of his favorite students in the class."

   "David," Emily said.  "What the hell does this have to do with
anything?"

   "Just try to stay calm, Honey," David said.  "Before I tell you, I want
to assure you that the first thing I asked was if she was forced to do
anything, if she was hurt in any way, or if everything she did was her
choice.  And she assured me that she wanted very much to do what she did."

   "You've lost me," Emily said.  "But you'd better tell me soon what
you're trying to say and what this has to do with Amanda being pregnant."
David let out a huge sigh before continuing.

   "Amanda gave Bob Edmonds...a blowjob," David blurted out.  Now it was
his words that hung in the silence.  Emily just stared at him.

   "David, what the hell are you talking about?" she said, thinking she had
completely misunderstood his words.

   "She stayed after school," David said.  "Mr.  Edmonds told her how much
he liked her...and he asked her to take him in her mouth."

   "Are you saying that Bob Edmonds, Amanda's teacher, made her give him
oral sex?" Emily asked.

   "No," David replied.  "He didn't make her.  He asked if she would.  And
she said 'yes.'"

   "How do you know this?" Emily asked, still in a daze.

   "I told you.  She came home and told me," David replied.  "She told me
all about it.  Proudly."

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "I mean," David continued, "She liked it.  She wanted to tell me all
about it."

   "David," Emily snapped, "Are you insane?  Is this true?" Her voice
raised in volume and intensity.  "Our little girl performed oral sex on her
teacher...she was eleven...did you tell anybody?"

   "No," David said quietly.

   "Why the fuck not?" Emily demanded.  "Why the fuck didn't you tell
somebody?  Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

   "Emily," David replied, "This is gonna be really hard to get, but please
listen and try to believe me.  Amanda came home and told me about all this,
in great detail.  I'm telling you, she was proud of it.  She couldn't wait
to tell me."

   "Where was I?" Emily said.

   "You were at work, of course," David replied with a touch of sarcasm.

   "Don't you start that," she said.  "Don't you try to make this my
fault."

   "I'm not, Emily," David said.  "You just asked where you were."

   "I meant," Emily continued, "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "Well," David replied, "You were working later that night.  Amanda came
home and told me all about it.  And..." Emily looked at him with agitation
and expectation.  "And she wanted to show me."

   "What does that mean?" Emily demanded.

   "She wanted to show me what she did with Bob Edmonds," David said. 
Emily once again tried to collect her thoughts.

   "Are you telling me that after Amanda gave her teacher oral sex," Emily
said, "She gave it to you?"

   "It was her idea, Emily," David said.  "I swear to you.  She was all
excited to tell me about it and then, she wanted to show me."

   "And you let her?" Emily shouted.  "What the hell were you thinking?"

   "I don't know," David said in response, his own energy level increasing
now.  "Maybe I was thinking that it was nice to be around a female who was
actually interested in something sexual for a change!  Maybe just hearing
about her wanting to suck her teacher's dick and about her enjoying it got
me turned on!  Maybe I miss that kind of thing in my bedroom since my
wife's career took over her life!"

   "So go to a strip club, you asshole!" Emily shouted.  "Go get a massage
with a damned happy ending!  Don't get sex from your eleven year old
daughter!" Once again, Emily paused to consider what had been said. 
"That's it, isn't it?  You fucked her, didn't you?" Her voice had lowered
to something near a growl.  "You fucked Amanda, didn't you?  That's why our
daughter's pregnant, isn't it?" She returned to a shout with, "Isn't it you
son of a bitch!?!"

   "Well, yes...uh, no...uh, not exactly," David stammered.  "It's...,
we..."

   "Just tell me," she said, returning to her low, intense voice.

   "She did what she wanted," He said.  "She showed me what she, uh, with
Bob..."

   "She sucked your dick!" Emily interrupted.  "Our daughter sucked your
dick.  Just say it!"

   "Yes," David said.  "She did.  Then, she wanted to do what you and I do.
She asked...she begged me to show her...she wanted me to show her exactly
what the 'F' word is and how it works."

   "She begged you...to fuck her," Emily inquired.  "You're full of shit. I
don't believe a word of what you're telling me.  I don't know if the story
about Bob Edmonds is true.  But I think you convinced our young daughter
that you weren't getting enough because Mommy's always working and never
has time for you...and you got her to fuck you.  Isn't that it, David?"

   "Emily," David said, "Not at all.  I'm telling you the truth."

   "Why the hell would you do that with your daughter, you shithead?" Emily
asked.

   "I don't know, Emily," David said.  "I mean, yes, I really feel
neglected.  It seems like all you care about is work.  Do you know how long
it's been since we've had sex?" The look on Emily's face told him that it
was wise not to go down that road again just now.  "Anyway, I know it was
wrong.  I can't explain why I did it.  There was something about her,
something about how much she wanted it.  I just got caught-up in the whole
thing.  She's so beautiful, so sexy...I've never experienced anything like
it."

   "She's your daughter!" Emily shouted.  "You're not supposed to fuck your
eleven year old daughter." She regained her composure again.  "So, you
fucked her and she's pregnant?  Is that it?  It can't be.  You said that
was a few months ago.  She's not three months pregnant.  How many times
have you fucked her?"

   "I don't know," David said.  "Five or six?" Emily looked at her husband
with disdain.  "But, there's something else you should know." Emily rolled
her eyes, unable to imagine what might be next.  "Bob Edmomds came over
last week.  He had been feeling so guilty about what happened with Amanda
that he didn't know what to do.  He was afraid Amanda would tell me and
that he would lose his job or worse.  So he came over to talk to me, to
confess and to apologize.  He didn't know that I already knew."

   "Or that you had already jumped into the pool with both feet, huh?"
Emily said.  "So, what about it?"

   "Well," David began, "We got to talking.  And we both got kind of
excited.  And then Amanda came home and we..."

   "Are you about to tell me that both of you fucked our daughter?" Emily
said.  David nodded sheepishly.  "This is beyond belief, David.  I don't
even know what to say to you.  So, not only is our twelve year old daughter
pregnant, not only did her own father fuck her, her father let her teacher
fuck her too.  So she could be pregnant by Daddy, or Teacher.  Let's
see...which of you would I rather it NOT be?" There was a long pause in the
conversation during which David looked mostly at the floor, with occasional
glances up to his wife's face to try and read her anger.  "O.K.  Get
Edmonds on the phone and get him over here.  Now." With this, Emily left
the room, ascended the stairs and shut their bedroom door loudly.

   David had no choice but to follow Emily's instructions.  He called
Amanda's teacher Bob Edmonds and told him simply to come to their house. 
David offered no explanation, but Bob could tell by the tone of David's
voice that something had happened.  Bob rang the door bell within thirty
minutes of David's call.  Before David could get to the door, Emily, having
heard the bell, ran downstairs.  She opened the door and spouted an order
at Bob, who looked stunned.

   "Get the hell in here," Emily said.  David had joined them in the foyer.
Upon closing the door, Emily immediately turned to face Bob.  "So I
understand you got my little girl to give you oral sex." Bob knew something
was brewing, but he had not expected such a direct confrontation.  He
looked from David to Emily, searching for words.  Emily didn't give him
much time before jumping back in.  "Come on, Edmonds.  Did you get my
little girl to suck you off?  You know she was only eleven?  She's twelve
now, just barely.  And as I hear the story, you came over here with some
bullshit story about being sorry, then the two of you fucked Amanda.  Is
that about right?"

   "I, um...," Bob said, trying to form words.  "Uh, Mrs.  Albertson, it
wasn't exactly..."

   "Shut up!" Amanda shouted.  "I don't want to hear any crap from you. 
But there's one thing I do want you to know, you fucking pervert.  My
little girl is pregnant.  She's twelve years old and pregnant.  Thanks to
you two!  How could you do that?  She's your student!"

   "Um, Mrs.  Alb..." he tried to speak again.  Emily wouldn't let him
speak.

   "How many girls have you done this to, huh Edmonds?" Emily asked
forcefully.  "Is this a hobby of yours?  Come on, I really want to know!"

   "There was just one, Mrs.  Albertson," Bob felt a slight sense of relief
at having been allowed to finish even that one short sentence.  "And it
didn't go as far as Amanda." He paused and wondered if he should say more.
"Mrs.  Albertson.  I just want you to know how terribly sorry I am that
this has gotten so out of hand."

   "You're sorry?" Emily snapped back.  "A lot of damned good that does
with a pregnant daughter on my hands." What the hell am I supposed to do
with you two morons now?" David had not spoken since Bob arrived and he
dared not try.  "Tell me where you did this with Amanda." David and Bob
looked at one another.  "Now, Damn it!  Where did you fuck my daughter?"

   "Uh, in the sitting room," David said.

   "Fine," Emily said.  "Let's go." She led the two men down the hall to
the room where David, Bob and Amanda had been together.  "Tell me what you
did and how you did it."

   "Emily," David began, "I don't really think you want to know..."

   "Fucking tell me!" She shouted.  "Don't tell me you care now about what
I want!  I want to know what you two did with my little girl.  Now tell
me!"

   "O.K.," David said.  "We were sitting in these chairs opposite one
another." He took a deep breath before continuing.  "Bob was there and I
was here." He pointed to the chairs they had been in.  "Uh, Amanda...gave
Bob oral there.  Then she turned and did it to me.  Then...uh...she turned
and did Bob again.  That's when I took her skirt off." Emily looked between
the two men, trying to picture what her husband was describing, partly so
she could maintain her level of anger.  "She climbed onto Bob's lap and he,
played with her little breasts while I...played with her behind."

   "Go on!" Emily said.

   "Well," David continued, "Then she moved back to give Bob oral once
more. She was bending over and I was behind her.  I uh...put it inside of
her while she was bending over Bob.  Then when I...finished..."

   "Yea?" Emily interrupted again.  "You mean when you came in your little
girl, don't you, David?"

   ""Yes, Emily," Bob said.  "That's right.  Then she laid down here on
this chair and Bob gave her oral."

   "Really?" Emily said.  "Teacher licked the little girl after Daddy came
in her, huh?  You two are more twisted than I thought.  Go on."

   "Um," David continued, "After David made Amanda, uhhhh...climax, he put
it inside of her.  And he finished in her too."

   "And that's it?" Emily asked.  "That's the end?"

   "Almost," David said.  "Right at the time when Bob, finished inside of
her, I uh, shot again...on uh...on her face." Emily just shook her head
after hearing the full description of what had happened between Amanda, her
father and her teacher.

   "Listen to me, you two," Emily said emphatically.  "You're both going to
do everything I tell you to, exactly as I tell you to do it.  If I hear one
word of complaint, I promise you, Edmonds, that I'll be in the principal's
office first thing in the morning and you will never teach again." She
turned to David.  "And you...if I get any shit out of you, I'll call the
authorities and have you removed from the house, then I'll divorce you and
take you for everything.  And, you'll never see Amanda again.  Understand?"
Both men nodded and looked at the floor without saying a word.  "Stay right
here."

   "Uh, David?" Bob said quietly when he was sure Emily was out of earshot.
"What kind of work does Emily do?"

   "She's a lawyer," David replied.

   "Shit," Bob said.

   Emily quickly returned from her quick trip back up to her room.  She
jogged down the stairs and entered the sitting room with a towel which
clearly had several items wrapped in it.

   "O.K.  perverts," Emily said.  "Sit where you were sitting when you
violated my daughter." Both men dutifully followed her instructions.  "Now,
take 'em out." They looked alternately at her and at one another.

   "Emily," David said trying to protest.  His attempt was futile.

   "Did you hear what I said two minutes ago?" Emily inquired.  "This is
not a negotiation.  You will do as I say or I promise I will follow-through
on what I told you I would do.  Now take your dicks out of your pants."
David and Bob each unzipped themselves and took their organs out, just as
they had done before Amanda had returned home from school the previous
week. "Get 'em hard for me."

   Without argument, each man took his flaccid penis in hand and began to
jiggle and pull, making an attempt at erection.

   "I have an idea, David!" Emily said to her husband.  "You wanted to see
Teacher fuck your daughter.  Maybe we should let teacher fuck your wife. 
What do you think, David?  Should I let Bob fuck me?  It looks like he has
a pretty big cock.  About as big as yours, I'd say.  What do you think?"

   "Emily," David said, "I don't want you to do that and you know it."

   "Why not, David?" she replied, turning to Bob.  "Mr.  Edmonds, do you
want to fuck me in front of my husband?"

   "Uh, Mrs.  Albertson," he said, "I really don't know what I should..."

   "You should shut-up and keep stroking that, Bob," Amanda said roughly.
"Come on, David.  Do you want to see Teacher put that in your wife?"

   "No, I don't," David said.  "Bob, please don't do that.  Youre my wife."

   "Bob's not listening to you, David," Emily said, looking back at her
husband.  "You're not going to destroy his career if he doesn't do what you
say.  But I will." She paused, considering her options.  "Yes, especially
hearing that you don't want him to, I think it's a great idea to have
Teacher fuck me." She turned back to Bob and told him to get up.  She
turned back to David.  "He's not hard enough, though." Turning back to Bob,
she dropped to her knees in front of him and without hesitation, grabbed
his penis with one of her hands and plunged it into her mouth.  "MMMMMM..."
Emily made exaggerated noises while she sucked, then she took Bob out of
her mouth.  "Teacher, you taste really good!  Is this how my little
daughter sucked you?" Bob's head was reeling between the tension of the
moment, the potential loss of his career and the pleasure he felt from
being in Emily's warm, wet mouth.

   "Emily, please," David said.  He was watching his wife's head move back
and forth in front of Bob's erection.  Her short blond hair moved slightly
with each plunge.  "I really don't want you to do this, Emily." Emily
ignored him for the moment and continued sucking Bob's erection.  After
more than two minutes had passed, she took it out of her mouth again.  She
stood up and looked directly up at Bob.  She was six inches shorter than he
was, so she had to look up slightly into his face.  He noticed for the
first time how big and brown her eyes were, just like Amanda's.

   "Sit," Emily commanded Bob.  He sat back down, his hard-on pointing up
from his lap.  She turned to face her husband as she pulled her shirt over
her head, revealing a white lace bra.  "Nobody but you has seen these for a
long time, Davey." Emily then unbuckled her belt, unzipped her jeans and
let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them.  Her silky orange panties
clung to her tight butt as she kicked her jeans out of the way.  She turned
back to Bob.  "Take the pants off." He undid his pants, lifted his hips and
slid them down to his ankles.  "Leave them there."

   "Emily," David said.  "Please don't do this.  I'm sorry for what I did.
But really don't want you to do this." Emily looked at David as she undid
her bra and let it fall forward.

   "You could have kept these just for yourself," she said, squeezing her
soft c-cup breasts together.  "And this." She hooked her thumbs into her
panties and pulled them down.  Her fine blond pubic hair also matched her
daughter's.  She turned to face Bob once again.  She fell to her knees once
more, this time leaning over Bob's lap just as she imagined Amanda had
done. She took Bob's very erect penis into her mouth and began sucking it
again.  She grasped it with both of her hands and slid them up and down,
allowing her saliva to make it very slippery.  "You like to have my mouth
on your cock, Teacher?" Bob's eyes rolled back as he fought between the
tension of what was happening and the amazing knowledge that he was being
sucked by the mother of the beautiful little girl he had made love to just
a week before, in the very same spot.  Emily looked up at Bob once again,
taking him from her mouth.  "I want Teacher to fuck me.  David's gonna
watch you put this inside me." She got up and began to climb onto Bob's
lap, then she stopped.

   "Are you coming to your senses?" David said to her.  She turned to face
her husband once more.

   "Take your pants off," she commanded.  David removed his pants as Bob
had done.  "You leave them at your ankles, too...Yes, David, I'm coming to
my senses.  I realized that since you got to see your daughter fuck
Teacher, you should get to see your wife fuck Teacher too.  But I mean
really see her well, see his big prick going in and out of my pussy." She
positioned herself over Bob's hard, wet pole.  "I'm gonna put this inside
my pussy, David.  Are you ready?"

   "Emily, please don't," David pleaded.  "I know I don't have much say,
but I don't want you to do it."

   "Well guess what?" Emily snapped.  "I didn't want you to fuck our
daughter, David!  I didn't want her to give you or her teacher a blowjob!
And I sure as hell didn't want her to get pregnant at twelve!  But I didn't
get to say anything about that, did I?  So, I guess you don't get to say
anything about this.  But you do get to watch it." With that, Emily lowered
herself onto Bob's erection.  "OOhh, yessss!" She lowered herself part way
down, came back up, and went down half way.  "Oh, fuck me, Teacher!" She
raised up again, then descended completely on Bob's dick.  "Ahhhhh, ahhhh,
Teacher...your cock feels sooo good inside me!  David, the teacher's
fucking my pussy.  Do you like that?" David looked away.  "Look at me,
David.  Watch Teacher fuck me like you watched him fuck our daughter! 
OOOooohhh, his big cock feels good inside me.  I don't know how he fit it
into Amanda, David!"

   Bob didn't like that he was getting in between husband and wife.  David
clearly did not want him to be doing this.  But Bob didn't have a choice,
did he?  Emily had power over him and she was using it.  He thought that
there were worse things that could happen to him than to have David mad at
him for screwing his wife.  In fact, as Emily rode up and down on him, he
grasped her ass, which he found quite lovely and guided her movements.

   David watched as his wife bounced up and down on Bob's cock.  For some
reason he had wanted to see Bob have sex with his little Amanda, but not
with his wife Emily.  But David also felt he had no choice.  He watched as
Emily rode the teacher, her breasts bouncing up and down, Bob's big dick
sliding in and out of her very wet pussy.  David couldn't help but notice
that Emily had not seemed as wet as she now was for a long time.  He
wondered if she was enjoying this more than just an act of revenge.

   "I'm gonna let Teacher cum in my pussy, David," Emily goaded.  "Just
like you let him cum in Amanda's pussy.  Cum in me, Teacher!" Emily rode
Bob harder and faster.  He held tightly to her soft hips as he bounced her
up and down, ramming his prick into her very wet pussy.  "You like fucking
Amanda's mommy?"

   "Oh, yesssss...," Bob said.  He didn't know if he should speak or not,
but he couldn't control himself.  "It feels good inside you.  OOoohhhh, I'm
gonna cum...AAAAAaaaahhhhhh...aahhhhhh...ooohhhh..." Bob held Emily tightly
down as his penis spurted deep inside her.  She rotated her hips to
dramatize what was happening for David's benefit.  She moved slowly as
Bob's orgasm subsided.

   "I liked that big cock shooting inside me, David," Emily said.  David
just stared at her.  "He shot his cum in me just like he did Amanda.  I
hope you liked that." No reaction from David.  "It's too bad Amanda's not
on the pill like me, isn't it?"

   "Are you done, now?" David inquired coldly.  "Have you had your revenge
now?"

   "Oh, David," Emily said with a laugh.  "I'm afraid not!  You told me
that our little girl bent over and sucked Teacher while you fucked her from
behind.  I think we have still have to recreate that, don't you?" She
lifted herself off of Bob's lap and let his semen ooze out of her vagina.
"And besides, you haven't gotten to cum yet.  I wouldn't want you to miss
out!" David wondered if his wife was actually going to bend over and suck
him.  Perhaps she would let Bob fuck her in the ass to get back at David
further.

   "Are you actually going to suck me?" David said to his wife.  "That
would be the first time in a while." He had regained some of his composure.
But he soon thought better of the comment he had just made.

   "Well, you know," Emily said.  "I was thinking about doing that while
Bob fucked me in the ass." David laughed inside at having figured out the
next step of his wife's plan.  "In fact, I really liked having Bob's big
dick in my mouth.  But I don't think Bob can get totally hard just yet,
since he just shot his load in my pussy." She smiled at David.

   "So," David said.  "Are we done then?"

   "I told you we're not done!" Amanda said, her forcefulness returning. 
She turned to Bob.  "Get up, Teacher." She stepped to the side and picked
up the towel she had brought downstairs when she returned.  "You're kind of
right about what I was thinking of, David.  But when I heard you had Bob
lick Amanda after you had shot your load in her, I had a better idea." She
opened up the towel to reveal a tube of lubricant and a large vibrator. 
"Someone's gonna get fucked in the ass, but it's not gonna be me.  Bend
over, Teacher."

   "Now, Mrs.  Albert..." Bob said, beginning a protest.

   "Teacher," Emily interrupted, "Do you not believe that I'll go to the
principal tomorrow, for starters?  David, do you not believe I'll call the
authorities and get you ousted from your house, behind bars and that I'll
take everything from you?  Bend over, Teacher!" Bob faced David and bent
down over his crotch as Amanda had done to him the week before.  He saw
that David's dick was semi-hard.  His thoughts about David evaporated as he
felt Emily squirt lube on his crack.  He considered another protest, but
thought it best to let everything run its course.  "Have you ever been
fucked in the ass, Teacher?"

   "No," Bob replied.  "Certainly not.  AAaahhh, whoa!" He felt Amanda's
finger enter him, the cold, very slippery lube going inside as she moved in
and out.  "Are you seriously going to...Aaaahhh..." Bob felt the plastic
vibrator enter him.  First a little, then out, then another squirt of lube,
in further, then back out."

   "I haven't either, Teacher," Emily said.  "But I thought this might be
the best way to have you feel what it must have been like for my little
Amanda to have your big cock pushed inside her."

   "Mrs.  Albertson," Bob began.  "I swear to you, we didn't force her to
do anything.  She wanted it inside of her!  She had an orgasm! 
OOOOOhhhhhhhh....." Emily had thrust the vibrator nearly all the way inside
him.

   "Don't talk about my little girl like that," Emily snarled, beginning to
slide the vibe in and out more easily.  "Now, for the last part of our
little dramatization, Teacher, take Daddy in your mouth."

   "Emily!" David said.  "Stop this, please!" Bob hesitated, waiting for
Emily's reaction.  She momentarily paused the strokes with the vibrator.

   "David," she replied.  "He's already had your cum in his mouth.  He
licked it out of our daughter's twelve year old pussy, right in that chair
I think was what you said." She returned to her penetrating motions in and
out of Bob, who began to moan.  "Now Teacher, take that cock in your mouth
and make it hard." Bob saw that he was not about to get out of it,
Obligingly, he moved his mouth to David's half limp dick and sucked it into
his mouth.  "That's good, Teacher!  Suck that big cock now.  Let's make
this a little more stimulating for you." Emily turned the rotating ring at
the back end of the vibrator and it hummed into action.  Bob felt it
immediately and started to moan much more loudly as he slid his face up and
down on David's hardening dick.  "I think Teacher likes that, David."

   "Oooooohhhhhhaaaa," David let out a brief moan himself.  "Bob's sucking
had made him fully erect now and he could not help but feel the stimulation
as he got firmly sucked by Amanda's teacher.  Watching his wife slide the
vibe in and out of Bob created a feeling of anger in David, which gave him
some bravado.  "Bob was right, Emily.  Amanda did want us inside of her. 
We didn't force her to do anything.  AAAAhhhhuuuhhhh..."

   "I'm telling both of you not to talk about my little girl like that,"
Emily replied.  "I don't want to hear your bullshit." With that, she gave
the vibe ring another twist, turning it to its highest setting.  Rather
than continue the constant thrusts, she instinctively held it in and let
Bob fully feel the strong vibration.  He began moaning loudly while keeping
David's cock in his mouth.  "I think he likes that.  You know what, David?
Teacher's dick is getting hard again.  I think it's the vibe." Bob grunted
to indicate she was correct.  Emily reached her free hand between Bob's
legs and felt that his cock was in fact, fully erect again.

   "You are really a bitch, Emily," David said with contempt.

   "Thank you, David," Emily replied.  "Takes a perverted asshole to know a
bitch, I guess.  Let me ask Teacher something.  Teacher, did you cum in my
little girl's mouth?  Hmm?  Bob grunted to indicate he had.  And David, did
you cum in Amanda's mouth?"

   "Emily, I..." he began.  "Fine.  Yes, I...OOOohhhhhhh, fuck,
aaahhhhh..." He had to pause momentarily to let out the uncontrollable
sound from his throat.  "Yes, Emily.  I've cum in Amanda's mouth.  You
never let me, but she insisted.  Are you happy?"

   "Well, my dearly beloved," Emily said sarcastically, "I think I might be
a little happier when you shoot your cum in Teacher's mouth.  But I think
I'll like it even more when he shoots his load on my face.  How about that?
Would that add a little insult to me letting him fuck me and cum inside my
pussy?" Emily returned to her knees, maneuvering herself so she kept one
hand holding the humming vibe deep inside Bob.  She then slid herself
underneath him and took his extremely hard cock into her mouth again.  She
couldn't help notice that he was even harder than he had been before.  She
thought this must be from the effect of the vibrator.  She sucked Bob's
rock-hard prick in and out of her mouth, taking it as deeply as she
possibly could.

   Bob was moaning wildly as he continued to suck David's hard-on.  David
had put his hands on Bob's head to guide him up and down.  Emily felt a
twitch in Bob at the same time Bob felt one in David.  She took Bob's cock
out of her mouth to give one last instruction.

   "You keep that lollipop in your mouth now, Teacher!" she said.  As soon
as the words had left her lips, they were hit by the first shot of Bob's
orgasm.  Both David and Bob moaned loudly as they started to cum.  David
held Bob's head down as he shot the teacher's mouth full of his gooey
juice. Bob sucked and swallowed hungrily, his excitement at its peak,
having a man pulse in his mouth, a big vibrator in his ass and the adorable
mother of his favorite student receiving his load.  Emily let Bob's cumshot
coat her face.  She had never allowed a man, not even her husband to do
this.  She found that she did not mind the sensation, nor the taste of the
small amount of cum that had gone into her slightly open mouth.  All three
held their positions as the orgasms died down.

   "Ohhhhhh, wowwww...." moaned David as Bob lifted himself from his fading
dick.  Bob swallowed the last of David's semen and let out his own moans of
completion.  Emily allowed the vibe to slide out of David and she set it on
the floor.  Bob stood up, then returned to the chair he had been sitting
in. Emily then stood and faced her husband.  She got up close so that he
could clearly see her face covered in the teacher's cum.

   "He came on my face, David," Emily said softly.  "How do you like that?"
Much to her surprise, and David's, he grabbed his wife and pulled her to
him for a kiss.  He held her face to his and tasted Bob's cum on her mouth
as he kissed her more deeply.  Emily had not expected anything like this
and she instinctively kissed her husband back.

   When they parted, David said, "Emily, I know you're mad.  I know you'll
probably never forgive me.  But I hope you'll find out the truth from
Amanda.  I can forgive you for all this and I hope you can consider doing
the same for me." Emily had no idea how to respond to this.  She stood up
and then spoke.

   "I don't know how I feel or what I think," she said.  "I'm going to get
cleaned up upstairs.  You two can use the showers down here.  Then I'm
going to get my daughter and take her somewhere for the night.  I have a
lot to talk to her about, including telling her she has a baby in her. 
I'll be home tomorrow to tell you what's going to happen next, David."
Emily turned to Bob.  "Bob, if what Amanda tells me matches what you both
said, if neither of you forced her to do anything, then I won't tell the
principal.  Now, please get cleaned up and leave." With that, Emily scooped
up the items she had brought down, began wiping the remaining residue from
her face with the towel and headed upstairs to the shower.
   The End 

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