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"A Better Teaching Method"
(slut wife)
It was my wife, Leslie's first day back teaching school after the
summer break. During the holiday she had been informed by the
Principal (by letter, I might add), that she would now be teaching
12C. This worried me. 12C had a reputation throughout the school; all
the kids - if you could still refer to them as such - were around the
seventeen or eighteen mark, sometimes older and most had been labeled
with what we politely refer to as "learning problems". In reality, the
whole class is a collection of older teenagers with little or no hope
of an education or even much of a future. But it was me that was
worried, not Leslie.
Standing at 6ft in her stockinged feet, Les is an almost Amazonian
type of woman. She is a natural blonde, her silvery blonde tresses
fall in curls over her wide shoulders. She has a full, voluptuous
figure with long, long legs and keeps fit with regular visits to the
gym. She seems not to understand the meaning of fear and I doubt that
she has ever encountered a situation she couldn't deal with. I poured
us both a drink and awaited her return.
"Hi honey, it's me!"
I glanced at my watch: 6.15 - right on time as always.
"In here, Leslie." I called out from the lounge, "there's a drink here
for you."
Leslie burst in through the lounge door in her usual blustering, high
speed fashion. Her shoulder bag containing books to mark and a
collection of pens, pencils and odds and ends was flung into the
corner. She flopped down next to me on the sofa with a deep exhalation
of breath and took the proffered drink. A sip of the drink and a kiss
on my cheek and I knew that the day's work was over.
Over dinner we discussed our respective day's. As my day in the city
was little different from any other money making day, we talked mainly
about Leslie's first day back and about the dreaded class of 12C.
"They are not that bad, really" Leslie said defending them. "It's just
that nobody has really given them a chance to learn, is all."
I doubted the total validity of her comment, but admired her
nonetheless for her dedication and sense of duty. I had always admired
her. From the first moment we met her striking looks took my breath
away. At forty seven I'm fifteen years older than my wife and to be
honest, I never thought she would give me a second glance.
She was first employed in my company as a secretary and was a terrible
flirt. She knew all her male colleagues (and a few of the other women
as well), could hardly keep their eyes off her and she made the most
of it wearing short skirts and low cut blouses to show off her
wonderful curves. I was immediately smitten, but the more she realised
my interest, the more she seemed to flirt with the others - almost
deliberately teasing and exciting me. She has had several affairs
since we married which I am fully aware of and fully support. I have
always known that a woman like Leslie would never be content with just
one man.
She caught me staring at her - a pastime I always find most
pleasurable.
"What is it?" she asked, breaking my daydream.
My reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. It was our
housekeepers night off so I volunteered to answer the door.
"Hurry back!" Leslie giggled with an evil grin. "You never know, I
might give you something more to look at!"
With the expectation of an evening of sexual pleasure now ahead of me,
the interruption of the front door was annoying. I decided to try and
get rid of whoever it was as soon as possible.
"Hey man, we come to see Miss Richards - she in?"
The small group of Hispanic looking teenagers crowding around the door
didn't seem as unkempt as they usually do to someone of my age, but
they all wore the same uniform of jeans so baggy and loose they looked
like they needed fixing to their hips with a nail gun! I sighed
deeply. There were three of them, two lads and a girl, all chewing gum
and all trying to look past me to see if their teacher was lurking
somewhere behind me.
"That's okay, Don. You can let them in." called Leslie from somewhere
behind me, "I promised to help with their literature test."
I sighed again and opened the big oak door wider allowing the
teenagers admittance. This was typical of Leslie. She never stopped.
Her assistance was always given freely and at any time of day or
night. As one by one the youngsters passed me I knew that my own
personal gratification would have to wait until later. Leslie threw my
an apologetic smile as she ushered her students into her own personal
office. I smiled back and waved my hand in acceptance. It was okay, I
could wait!
After clearing the dishes I picked up the morning copy of "The Times"
and carried the newspaper with me into my den. I had been irked by the
fact that I had not had time to complete the crossword that morning
and was determined not to allow the compiler to beat me. As I settled
back into a comfortable armchair and opened the paper I could hear
Leslie's voice from her office next door. I pondered one particularly
tricky clue for about ten minutes before the answer finally leapt out
on me. I filled in the letters and smiled smugly to myself as I
realised that this made the remaining clues much easier to solve. Five
minutes later I was refolding the paper content that I had won yet
again. For a moment I sat and listened to the muffled voices next door
and then a wicked thought struck me. I rose from the chair and flicked
a switch on the security monitor. All twenty rooms in the house had
been fitted with a closed circuit camera and were all monitored from
my den. The screen flickered into life and I pushed buttons switching
from room to room until I came to the camera in Leslie's office. I
slipped the headphones over my ears and immediately heard the voices
from within the room.
"It's no use man, we ain't gonna get it. We just ain't smart enough!"
The thick, accented drawl belonged to the smaller Hispanic lad. All
three were obviously having trouble and were becoming quite agitated.
"Yeah, man. We can't do this." The second lad joined in, supporting
his friend's statement. "What's the point anyway - we can read good
enough!"
"What, you mean you think it's too hard, Tommy?" replied Leslie
switching her teaching direction onto a path of attack. "Too hard for
tough guy's like you and Miguel?"
It was a challenge to their credibility, but for once, Leslie's
teaching methods seemed suddenly to backfire on her. Tommy cupped his
crotch in a standard gesture of defiance and glared at Leslie.
"Not as hard as this, man!" an open switchblade suddenly appeared in
his other hand. "Or this!"
The room went quiet. Leslie, still apparently unperturbed by this
change in direction, simply stared at Tommy as he brandished the
knife. I felt that I should probably do something, but the look in my
wife's eyes told me that she was completely in control.
"So, I make you hard, do I?" she said "come on Tommy, you don't need
the knife. Show me how hard you are!"
Both Tommy and Miguel looked confused at each other and the girl,
Della, I think, suddenly became more interested. The lesson looked
like it was about to take on a completely new direction.
"Wha...what you mean, man?" stammered Tommy. He was still holding his
crotch with one hand, but the switchblade in the other suddenly looked
like it weighed more than he could hold.
"Come on!" chided Leslie. She pointed at Tommy's groin "You a hard,
tough guy? Lets see what you got to offer!"
"Yeah, c'mon Tom." giggled Della, "lets see if you and Miguel are the
men you're always saying you are!"
The two lads looked at each other for support. Both Leslie and now
Della were challenging their masculinity. They had backed themselves
into a corner from which there was no face saving escape but one.
Slowly Tommy discarded the knife.
"Shit!" he drawled "You girls wanna see some cock? Well here it is!"
The previous few minutes anticipation had obviously had some effect on
Tommy. As his baggy jeans fell to the floor, an angry young erection
stood proudly out in front of him. Not to be outdone by his friend and
possibly sensing some sexual action, Miguel also lowered his pants.
Miguel's cock looked much larger than his friend's weapon, but was
still not at full erection. Leslie was the first to break the sudden
silence.
"Della, why don't you take care of Tommy while I see if I can help
Miguel, okay?"
Della giggled again but stepped closer to her classmate. Her hand
reached out gingerly and touched the tip of Tommy's cock. He twitched
and groaned as he felt her touch and she recoiled with a squeal.
"It's okay, Della." Leslie said. "It won't bite you!"
Trying to stifle her giggle, Della stretched out her hand again and
this time grasped Tommy's throbbing shaft in her fingers. He groaned
again involuntarily but this time both of them held their positions.
"Mmmmm. That's real nice baby!" Tommy murmured as Della began to
slowly stroke the length of his swollen member. "You gonna see some
cum soon!"
Meanwhile, Leslie had also taken Miguel in hand and was massaging his
growing meat to a magnificent erection. Miguel and Tommy were not the
only ones now sporting hard-on's - I had released my own penis some
minutes ago and was slowly massaging the head as I watched. I had been
looking at my wife and the big cocked Miguel, but as I heard a groan
from Tommy, my attention was drawn to him. Della was giggling yet
again, but this time with a hand coated with her classmate's thick
semen. And it kept coming. Tommy had to hold onto the side of the desk
to keep his knees from buckling as his balls delivered their sticky
gift over Della's hand and arm.
"I think its time for you to see Mr. Richards, Della." said Leslie as
she gently let her cool fingers wander over Miguel's throbbing meat.
She threw a smile up at the closed circuit camera and I saw her wink
deliciously at me. "I'm sure he will be watching all this from next
door! Go on, off you go!"
I watched Della's image disappear from the screen and then saw her re-
appear a second or two later in my den. I made no attempt to cover up
my cock and smiled at her semi-shocked expression when she saw me.
"Come on in and watch the show with me?" I asked casually as I toyed
with my cock. "But you do look a little overdressed, don't you think?"
Della may only have been fifteen with little education, but she knew
instinctively what was happening. She closed the door and walked
towards me. Her baggy jeans and loose fitting top were discarded on
the carpet as she crossed the floor and I was treated to a wonderful
view of her braless, olive colored breasts and hard, dark nipples. She
stood before me in just running shoes and panties as we both switched
our attention back to the monitor.
My wife appeared before us on the screen. Her skirt was raised and her
panties pulled to one side as she sat on the desk. I flipped a switch
for the monitors audio relay and took off the headphones so that Della
could listen too.
"Come on then tough guy's!" we heard Leslie say as she reached for
Tommy's cum stained cock and cupped his balls. "Time to fuck the
teacher!"
As Tommy moved, as directed between Leslie's open thighs and Miguel
kneeled on the desk next to her, Della moved my hand and placed her
own, long fingers around my shaft. It felt so wonderful to be
masturbated by a pretty eighteen year old girl as we watched my wife
take her students in her mouth and her pussy. Della's grip was gentle
but firm and I wanted to return the pleasure she was giving me. I
patted the leather arm of the chair and she smiled as she swung one
long, slender leg over the cool hide and straddled the arm. She never
once took her hand from my engorged cock and sighed contentedly as my
fingers slid gently in through the side of her panties and touched her
silky pussy lips. As we began our mutual masturbation session we
looked back at the monitor.
Leslie was definitely getting into her stride. Her panties were off
now and laying discarded on the carpet along with her top and bra.
With the short skirt rucked up around her waist, Tommy had perfect
access to her wet cunt and was taking full advantage. I could see that
he had already returned to full erection and silently smiled to myself
at the thought of the vitality of youth. He was rubbing his cock all
over Leslie's wet labia and smiling at the pleasurable response this
action elicited from her. Miguel was kneeling beside her. His hard
cock was in his hand and he was trying to guide the throbbing meat
towards her mouth. Leslie turned her head towards him and licked the
tip just as Tommy plunged deeply into her vagina. All three seemed to
gasp at the same time and Della squeezed my cock just a little harder.
I noticed a gentle flow of liquid seep from her pussy and felt her
legs tremble in orgasm as I stroked her engorged clitty. It was so
good to feel a young girl cum on my fingers!
With Della trembling beneath me and my wife getting her mouth and
pussy fucked on the monitor, it was as much as I could have done to
hold on to my cum this long. With a gasp I felt my balls contract just
as I saw Miguel deliver a faceful of cum to my willing wife. My own
semen sprayed Della's hand and I twitched and jerked as she took the
tip and massaged it against her long, hard nipples. My cum flowed and
flowed, showering her nipples and dripping down into the deep valley
of her cleavage.
Leaving Leslie's face streaked with his cum, Miguel climbed down from
the desk and began to encourage his friend. Leslie was leaning back on
her elbows her legs spread as wide as possible while her young lover
thrust himself mercilessly into her body.
"Go on, man. Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch!" chanted Miguel as his
classmate's cock pistoned into Leslie's squelching pussy.
Tommy's eyes were tight shut as he hammered into her. His head was
back and his lips curled into a sexual snarl.
"Shit, man. I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm...." he cried out loud.
"Cum on me, baby...I want to see it on me!" Leslie gasped as her
orgasm began to rip through her body.
Tommy was more than happy to oblige his teacher and quickly withdrew
his swollen cock. Two swift jerks and his cum was spraying Leslie's
belly and mound. Her right hand went quickly to the pool of jism and
began to rub it vigorously into her cunt, her orgasm wracking her body
all the time and her hips and legs bouncing from the desk.
When Leslie had finished with her two students, they all joined Della
and myself in the den. As soon as the two lads saw their female
classmate; panties askew and bare chested, they couldn't keep their
hands off her. For the next two hours we all fucked and sucked each
other to several more shattering climaxes. By 10pm all us guys were
exhausted and even Tommy and Miguel didn't seem to have an ounce of
cum left in them!
Both Della and Leslie were covered in thick semen in various stages of
drying, and for a finale, the men were treated to a lesbian show with
each woman licking the cum from the others body. Although I could not
have managed another erection had my life depended on it, this sight
produced hard on's from both Tommy and Miguel. Leslie, being the ever
willing hostess, said that she could not possibly send them home with
boner's like that, and promptly began to suck them both off
alternately until she was rewarded with yet another faceful of hot
cum!
The three students are regular visitors to our house now and I
sometimes wonder if their other classmates realize how they get such
good grades. With a bit of luck, word might get round about my wife.
After all, she is a good teacher!