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> Wendy and the Schoolteacher (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
>
> 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
> her 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
> birdy' 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 of him coming
> home after teaching a class of fifth graders all day
> and wanting 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, Roger, started calling 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 slam 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." He continued
> causing Wendy to turn and retrace 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." He said indicating the chair. 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 flopped 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?" he finished quietly.
> Wendy looked down at her lap and shook her head 'no'.
>
> "Show me how you do it." Mr. Zeller put extra emphasis
> on the 'it'. Wendy sat without moving.
>
> "OK," Mr. Zeller said leaning back. "I guess we'll
> just have to go to the principals 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 were beginning to stream 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." Mr. Zeller reached out and
> wiped the tears from her 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 began to slowly move 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 asked as he 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 asked Wendy
> gently squeezing 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 asked as his
> 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 said
> gently lifting up 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. Starring at her still covered
> crotch and gently massaging 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
> closer and 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
> noticing that her legs were still spread and her dress
> was up around her waist, 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 said
> leaning forward and putting 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, 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."
> He continued, slipping them 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." He said as he walked her 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
> was only five blocks later that she began to worry
> about her mother discovering that a pair of her
> panties was 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 to embarrassing,
> second it excited her to think about him having her
> panties even though she could not imagine what he
> would do with them.
>
> Up 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 started to fall 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
> laid 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 had hit the bed Beth had spread her legs in eager
> anticipation of the fucking she could see 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
> own 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."
> She said teasing him 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. 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, laying 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 this morning, leaving him drained and less
> likely to embarrass him self 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, 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 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?" He asked softly. Wendy nodded
> her head 'yes' without looking up.
>
> "Did you practice your reading last night when you
> went to bed?" He asked slipping his hands under her
> 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 announced as his
> 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." Beth answered the phone.
>
> "Hey honey" Roger spoke back to her.
>
> "How's it going?"
>
> "You wouldn'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?" Beth asked hopefully.
>
> "Are you fingering yourself?" Roger asked squeezing
> 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."
>
> Mr. Zeller taught the rest of the morning 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 himself 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, teacher." She
> asked bringing her finger from her cunt to her mouth
> where she sucked and licked off her pussy juice 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, teacher." Standing up Roger
> lost no time forcing 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 by 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 started moving the books 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 began to catch on fire
> especially as the expert and knowledgeable hands of
> Mrs. Zeller touched her. Moving higher and higher up
> the thighs until they pushed her book away and,
> pulling her butt to the edge of the seat worked there
> way into her special place and 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 her Teacher 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?" Mrs.
> Zeller asked. Wendy shook her head 'no'.
>
> "I want you to touch it." Mrs. Zeller instructed the
> scarred 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." She assured the girl.
> 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
> was dying down, the fear of her mother's punishment
> 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
> began to shake with sobbing
>
> "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 said pushing 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
> spurt 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." She explained to
> Wendy as she continued stroking her 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 her 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 began to rub 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 of her own fingers in and out of her cunt
> and gyrated her hips while she watched her husbands
> cock being sucked on 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 utter 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 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
> fascination as the cock sank into the woman's cunt.
>
> "Oooh, doesn't it hurt? How does it all fit in?"
> Wendy asked leaning over to watch. Mrs. Zeller
> stroked the young girl's hair.
>
> "No honey," she answered, "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 he 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 hopping 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 naughty 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 began to
> stream 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
> 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?" Roger asked his wife as
> soon as they were alone.
>
> "I just thought you might need a little help waiting
> until after school to fuck the cute little minx that
> just left the room." Beth said with a grin. "And,"
> she said feeling his throbbing cock through his
> trousers, "I think I was right." Beth unzipped
> Roger's pants and, pulling out his hard cock, 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
> to be slam 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 there life
> for ever. 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 stood watching
> and caressing her legs, 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 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 began
> to push against her virgin cunt lips Wendy began to
> panic and started wiggling trying to pull free from
> Beth's firm grasp. "No, little slut," Beth continued
> to whisper in her ear, "your ours now. Your 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.
> "Loot 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 it downward until her finger rested on Wendy's
> clitoris, began to rub her in small circles. Wendy's
> fear and discomfort were slowly pushed into the
> background by her growing excitement, and her hips
> began to fuck 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 laid 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 began to lick 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 t he 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."
>