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 Teacher of the Year
   By Bruce the Las Vegas Lipsmacker
   (M, F, g, sex, oral, cor)
   October, 1970:
   Mr Scott was 59 years old, 5'10 and his 245 pounds had given him quite a
belly.  He claimed to be part American Indian, that's why he wore his white
hair in a pony tail.  His face was old and wrinkled, he had trouble seeing
out of his left eye.  He was never seen not wearing his long,
multi-colored, leather vest.  It hung down to his knees, like a doctor's
smock.
   He looked odd to his fellow teachers but, he had proven, he was an
outstanding educator.  Some of his methods seemed strange to the school
staff and the P.T.A.  but, year after year his first grade students always
finished number one in the City.  Matter of fact, no first grade class in
the last ten years scored higher.
   Mr Scott believed in discipline and hard work but he also knew how to
make learning fun.  That's why, after teaching for 25 years in the public
school system, and proving himself, Saint Margaret's private all girls'
school recruited him.  No teacher was as sought after, respected,
recognized or awarded as much as he was.
   He loved the trust of the parents and the admiring looks of their little
girls.  Six year old girls were so cute and adorable.  He loved the school
dress code.  The little girls had to wear black shoes, white socks, blue
short skirts and a white buttoned blouse.  And pigtails, plenty of
pigtails. Private Catholic schools were so wonderful.  His cock was
constantly hard.

   "Okay girls gather around!" he opened then waved his big arms.  "What
time is it?!" the old man asked in a loud voice.
   "It's time to learn!!" all nineteen little girls yelled at the same
time. They ran to the front of the classroom, by Mr Scott's desk and sat
down.
   He loved looking down at them from that position, he saw countless
panties that way.  Once in awhile a little girl would forget to wear
panties, it was rare but it happened.  On those occasions he would have the
little girl spend lunch-time with him in the classroom.  He would pretend
to be embarrassed as he talked to the child in private and handed her a
pair of brand new panties that he keep in his desk drawer.
   He'd help the child put on the panties, the whole time helping himself
to several feels.  He would touch her little pussy mound and slit.  Touch
her butt cheeks, ass crack and hole.  Then he would tell the child that if
she told her parents that she forgot to put on panties, "they might spank
you.  So, just keep this between us, okay?"
   If the child never said anything to her parents, the parents would never
know he helped himself to their daughter's goodies.  He always smiled and
joked with the little girls as he helped them put on their new clean
panties.
   Mr Scott walked over to the corner of the classroom and picked up a
white cardboard about 5 feet long and 4 feet high.  It was held up by a
string that went around his neck and attached to the ends of the board.
   "Who can tell me what this is?" he said standing still.
   Several girls raised their hands.  He looked around the room then
pointed to Renee.
   "Ah, that's a lot of........Worlds!" Renee smiled.
   "Well, kind of but, that is not exactly right." he smiled back at her.
Then looked back around the room.  This time Debbie raised her hand.  He
nodded to her.
   "It's in space." she pointed up.
   "Good girl, Debbie.  These are called planets.  You see this ball of
fire?  What is it called?" he looked around the classroom, when Peaches
raised her hand, he smiled.
   Mr Scott had a crush on her.  Peaches was a little Latin girl with light
brown skin and dark straight hair.  Her nose was perfect and her lips were
big and fat.  She was born to suck cock.  She was only six but already had
a nice plump ass, just like her mother.  He knew that Peaches took after
her mom and not her dad because he had met them both.
   Mrs Romero had an ass that he would kill to lick.  He knew he was
capable of taking a life, he had in the past, in WWII and he would do it
again if he could lick Mrs Romero's ass.  He knew that it was just a matter
of time before his tongue was in Peaches ass.  She would have to do, and he
could do it without having to kill anyone.  All he needed was time.
   "The Sun.  It's real hot.....and a lot of other things too." Peaches
answered sweetly then smiled.  There was nothing she could do wrong.  She
was his favorite and he made sure she always knew it.
   "Come here Peaches." he instructed.  She got up and walked over to him
and stood by the big cardboard.  "Get on your knees Peaches, your
classmates can't see the board, be nice." If not for the cardboard, his
hard cock would have been just inches from her face.
   "Do you all see the Planets and the Sun?"
   "Yes Mr Scott!!" the whole class answered.
   "The one near the Sun is the hottest.  It's called Mercury.  But, where
is it?" his eyes opened wide.
   The children looked for it but could only see a four inch hole in the
board.  Mr Scott dipped down and pulled his cock through his long vest.  He
wore pants but they were crotch-less, all his school pants were cut out in
that area, that's why he wore the long vest.
   "Peaches, you have to reach in and grab Mercury.  Bring it out." he said
with a wink.
   Peaches stood up on her knees and without a moment's thought put her
little slender arm through the cardboard cut out.  She searched around for
a second and grabbed Mercury.  Mr Scott smiled real big, his girl had a
good hold of him.
   "I got it Mr Scott, I got Mercury........and it does feel hot!" she said
with a big happy smile.
   It felt so wonderful to have her warm hand on his hot cock.  "Well, pull
it out sweetie." he said then shut his mouth tightly to enjoy the pressure
that her tiny hand put on the head of his cock.  He looked down at her face
as she pulled Mercury out to be seen by the rest of the room.  She was so
adorable, he wanted to cum on her beautiful face so bad.  But, he had to do
it right, he couldn't scare the child.
   He forced himself to talk.  "Okay, everyone gather around and touch
Mercury so you can feel how hot it is.  Come on now, everyone has to touch
it."
   The students were well trained, they got into a quick circular line. 
Each one grabbed or touch or poked the funny looking planet.  That is until
a little blond blue eyed girl named Misty got up to the board.  She smiled
real big then looked up to Mr Scott before pulling on Mercury and licking
it.
   The little girls laughed when they saw Misty lick the odd shaped thing.
Mr Scott jumped a little, pulled his cock through the hole and shoved it in
his crotch-less pants.  It hurt him to force his hard member to the side
and against his right thigh.
   "Okay, time to practice your numbers!  Go to your desks and take out
your work books!  I want you to write numbers one through twenty-five over
and over.  Don't stop until I tell you to." he said out loud.  But, in his
head he said, "bingo!"
   Misty was the only girl to hold his cock, pull it and lick it.  That
could mean only one thing.......the little bitch was a cock sucker! 
Someone was molesting her.  She saw the teacher's cock and knew exactly
what it was and what to do with it.

   Normally, he would wait for lunch time but Misty was so cute and he was
very excited and worked up.  "Misty can I see you in the restroom please?"
he said as he walked up to her desk and gently pulled on her one of her
pigtails.
   Grades, kindergarten through third had a restroom at the back of each
classroom.  If a student had to use the restroom all they had to do was go
to the back of the room.  As soon as they got into the restroom Mr Scott
shut the door.  He put the toilet seat down then took a seat.  He pulled
Misty to him.
   "So Misty, why did you lick that Planet?" he said with a smile, as he
held the cute little blond with his big hands wrapped around her tiny
waist.
   "That wasn't a Planet!  It was your stiffy!" she said with a lisp, then
smiled with a quick nod.
   "Shhh." he said putting his finger to his mouth, then quietly asked. 
"How did you know that it was my stiffy?"
   The little six year old pressed her lips together and shrugged her
shoulders.  She had been told it was a secret.
   "You can tell me Misty.  I am on your side, I belong to you.  I am your
teacher, I will never hurt you." he said while gently rubbing her arms and
shoulders.  He leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.
   She liked her teacher.  "My grandpa.  I kiss and play with it everyday.
He taught me.  He told me it was a secret."
   "How long have you been playing with it?" still with his big hands on
her tiny waist.
   "I don't know." she shrugged her shoulders.
   "Give me a hug." he pulled the tiny child to him and hugged her tight.
He dropped his right hand to her ass and squeezed it.  "Can you make me
happy too?"
   She nodded her head with a smile.
   "Open your mouth." he ordered.  She opened without hesitation.  He sat
up, put his mouth over hers then.......let saliva slowly goop out of his
old mouth into her clean child mouth.
   "Eat it." he ordered.
   She swallowed the old teacher's saliva without any emotion.  She was
trained to do what she was told to do without making a fuss, even if the
thing she was told to do did not make any sense.
   That let him know that, she would eat the important stuff too.  Kids
like these didn't know what they were doing, they learned through
repetition.  She must have done stuff to old grandpa many, many, times.  He
pushed her shoulders down, she dropped to her knees instinctively.  He
unbuttoned his vest and pulled his cock out from his thigh.  It stood
pointing straight at Misty's small face.  It looked so big compared to the
six year old's face.
   "Do to me what you do to your grandpa." said the fat man with the big
hard cock.  He was a teacher second but, a pervert first.  Publicly he was
considered a great teacher, privately he considered himself a great
pervert.
   The little girl looked up to her teacher from her knees then looked down
at her teacher's cock.  It wasn't about sex to her, it was about being a
good little girl.  It was an assignment, she was taught it was her duty.
   She put both of her little hands on his stiffy and moved it up and down
quickly.  It was a fast jerk type of movement.  Mr Scott leaned back on the
toilet tank and looked at the little kid work on him.  He wanted to find
out what her old gramps had taught her.
   She jerked him off for a minute then stopped to squeeze the middle of
his cock until his head blew up fat.  She held him tight then covered his
cockhead with her little mouth.
   "Ah, it feels so nice." the pervert looked down on the kid as she fed on
his cock.
   She moved her head up and down, on the sitting teacher's hard meat.  She
took her mouth off his cock to taste his precum, smacked her lips then,
covered his head again and continued to suck on it.  The kid moved her
stretched out mouth at a good pace.
   Out of nowhere she stopped sucking, stood still, then shoved his cock to
the back of her baby throat.  He could feel it, it was wonderful, "are
those her tonsils?  What a neat kid." he thought to himself.  He patted her
head and gently played with her pigtails to show his approval.
   After a moment she pulled her mouth off and breathed in deep, turned her
head to the side and licked the entire length of his cock.  Then, back in
her mouth it went.  He couldn't tell if she really enjoyed sucking his dick
or, if her young mind was in a far off place.
   "Her fuckin' grandpa is a lucky man!" he thought as he held the ends of
her pigtails.  He pulled them up gently and played with them as she sucked
him off.  He held them out, up, down and then twirled them around his
fingers as the child kept his head wet and warm.
   After bouncing her head up and down for a minute, she took her mouth off
the old man's cock, stuck her tongue out then, came back down hard on her
teacher's cock again.  Her wet warm tongue slid on the underside of his
meat, her bottom teeth never rubbed his sensitive skin.
   His eyes were half shut, hers rarely left his old fat face.  Everytime
she removed her hot wet mouth from his cock she would stick her tongue out
and breathe in deep.  If her mouth wasn't moving on his cock her hand was.
Her old pervert grandpa had taught her well.  She went back to licking his
head, then sucking it, then shoving it right to the back of her throat, yet
again.
   The way she was into it, proved to Mr Scott that her grandpa was a good
teacher too.  She really thought she was doing something to make men feel
good, she didn't know that, sucking the stiffy of an old man was a form of
perverted sex.  She was just six years old.  Everytime she took her mouth
off his cock she would smile real big.
   He knew, without a doubt, that he would be cumming in her mouth and on
her face any second now but, he wanted more.  He pushed her forehead off
his dick with his finger tips.  She stared at him with a big smile on her
face.  She continued to stroke his hard cock.  He had to pry her hands off
of him.  He wanted to cum, and he would but, not that way.
   "Stand up my dear." he said helping her to get on her feet.  Her mouth
and chin were wet with saliva.  He glided his index finger over her chin,
pulled off some slimy wetness and put it into his mouth.
   "Mmm." was the noise the old man made.
   He lifted up her short skirt.  "Does your grandpa every put his stiffy
in here?" he asked as he rubbed her mound and pussy with his giant left
hand.
   The child brought up her index finger up to her mouth and rested her
finger nail on her bottom teeth then, nodded yes.  The teacher smiled then
reached into his open leather vest and pulled out a lolly pop.  He
unwrapped it and gave it to her, she immediately took it and put it into
her mouth.  The teacher turned her around as she sucked her candy and put
his hands under her skirt, he pulled down her little panties.
   They dropped to her ankles, since he was down there he smelled her pussy
and ass.  It smelled very good and musky.  He squeezed his tongue into her
ass, taint and pussy hole.  He didn't have the time to lick it like he
wanted to but he needed to taste her.  He sat up then pushed her over until
her head was just inches from the ground.  Pulled her to his cock as he
leaned back on the closed toilet seat.  He rubbed his fat adult cock head
on her pink, soft, closed, bald, pussy slit and..........pushed.
   "Ow!" she pulled her lolly pop out of her mouth, just for a second but,
didn't say anything else.  It wasn't her place to object if an adult wanted
to use her hole.
   She was wet and he could see her tiny hole but it was so small that just
a sliver off the hole would miss it entirely.  He pushed again.
   "Ow!" she said then sucked on her lolly pop again.  The only reason she
was saying "ow" was because the old man wasn't hitting the hole.  The child
waited, she stared at the floor and sucked on her candy.  He rubbed his
cockhead up and down her tiny slit again.
   "Ugh!" the noise was a different one.  The fat pervert felt a pressing
sensation.  He moved his fat face to the side and saw that half his head
had squeezed in.
   He put his hands on what little waist she had and rode her.  His head
worked it's way in, as well as another inch.  He moved her on his cock as
the child continued to suck on her lolly pop.
   "Sssssss.  Fuck yeah." he whispered from where he sat, as he moved the
child back and forth on the very tip of his cock.
   He looked at her ass, bent over, as he fucked her with only half his
meat, her little head was bobbing.  Her left hand was on the floor holding
her up.  Her right hand held her cherry lolly pop in her mouth.  The old
man stared at her light brown eye as he fucked her.  "Tomorrow, I'm going
to spend lunchtime licking that." he thought to himself.
   He never missed an opportunity to fuck a child that he found out was
being fucked at home.  Even if her guardians found out, what would they do?
Call the police?  He had fucked many children in his career but never took
the virginity of an under aged child.
   He wanted to stand up and fuck her but, she was too small for that so,
he just moved her to the floor until they were both on their knees, fucking
doggie style.  He kept his dick in her the whole time because he knew from
fucking kids in the past that sometimes he couldn't find the hole again, it
was too small.
   He would end up having to beat himself off on the kid's ass and that was
just not as rewarding.  The little girl's teacher started rocking her back
and forth so hard that she had to leave her lolly pop in her mouth and put
her other hand on the floor as well.  Her little body felt so wonderful he
did not want this fuck to end but, it had to.
   He had to get back to his kids and he did not want to get caught fucking
one of his students.  That had almost happened once about three years
earlier.  He slowly pulled his cockhead out of it's temporary home then
stood up and walked around to her head.  She looked up, then sat up, to see
her teacher beating his large stiffy.  He took the lolly pop out of her
mouth with his free hand and threw it into a small garbage can that leaned
against the wall.  It had served it's purpose.
   That made her pout for a second but, she remembered what her grandpa
always told her.  "Don't ruin a man's cum." She opened her mouth without
being told to do so.  He loved fucking kids that didn't have to be told
what to do.
   "Good girl." he said as he beat himself off over her open mouth.
   She closed her eyes.  Her little mouth was open, her tongue was sticking
out and her cute tiny hands held her pigtails out to the side.  Her grandpa
told her that "men like to see that, when they are cumming on a little
girl's pretty face." Her finger tips faced him and he could tell she was
holding her pigtails tight because her finger nails turned white.  She had
obviously been told to remain completely still during a man's cum so as not
to upset the grownup.
   The sight made him crazed, even if someone walked in right now, he would
not stop.  He moved his hairy balls on her tongue as a last minute turn on,
he didn't need to but, he wanted everything.  She didn't move, even after
feeling hard hair being rubbed on her warm tongue.  He was ready.  He moved
his cock head to the middle part of her mouth.  He shot!
   Cum hit the right side of her tongue, then the middle of her tongue,
then the back of her throat, then two more shots hit the middle of her
tongue again.  She never moved during his orgasm.  There were eight more
months left in the school year.  Whenever he needed to dump a load of
semen, Misty would be his go to girl, he had one every year.
   He squeezed his cockhead to get out a few final drops then, jerked and
shook it over the kid's face.  He backed away and leaned against the sink
and stared at the kneeling child.  The old man was breathing hard.  She
opened her eyes to see that the teacher was done with her.
   "Gulp." she swallowed then looked up innocently for approval.
   "Good girl." he said, he wasn't about to turn away until he saw the
child swallow his load, that was always a turn on for him.  He cleaned his
cock with water from the sink.
   "Stand up." he instructed.  She stood still as he dried his cock on her
white blouse.  Once his cock was dry, he put his vest back on.
   He noticed that she had beads of sweat and specks of cum on her baby
face.  "Wash your face and pick up your panties.  Tuck in your shirt.  You
still have to do your numbers." he said before leaving the restroom.  He
didn't even say "thank you" or "I love you" but that was okay
because.............
   "He is my teacher." she said to herself.

   "What took you so long Mr Scott?" Renee asked.
   "I had to talk to Misty." he said, never even looking at the child who
had just asked him the question.

2:15pm:
   The bell rang right on time.  The happy children laughed as they jumped
up to leave.  Several of their parents waited outside to pick them up. 
They couldn't wait to tell mommy and daddy what they had learned and show
them the things that they made.  Mr Scott stood at his desk grading papers.
Tomorrow was another day.
   "Mester Scaht!" Mrs Romero called out as she entered the classroom. 
Peaches did not have an accent but, her parents did.
   Mr Scott's smile grew fast, his eyes lit up.  He loved Peaches and her
23 year old mommy.  He had seen Mrs Romero many times in the last month. 
Sometimes she came in her hotel uniform, sometimes in a conservative dress
and sometimes in a tight pair of pants.  No matter what she wore, her body
and face drove him crazy.  Her nose was amazing, her teeth were so straight
and white, she was perfect.
   She had the typical Latin female body, short at 5 foot 2, big D cup
tits, nice hips and a plump tight ass.  He could tell she weighed less than
a hundred pounds.  He smiled on the outside but, he was filled with bad
thoughts on the inside.  Today she must have been off work day because she
wore tight jeans, sandals and a pink tight blouse.  She wore just the right
amount of make-up and ruby red lipstick.  Her hair was dark, long, thick,
wavy and shiny.
   "Hello Mrs Romero, how are you doing today?" he looked up from his desk,
happy as a puppy, without the tongue sticking out.
   "Sir, peese...can I...talk to you...for a moment?" the beautiful sexy
young woman asked.
   "Of course, have a seat." he motioned to a chair that sat by the side of
his desk.
   "Peechees, go to...the playground!" Mrs Romero told her daughter.
   "Why would you give your daughter a name you can't pronounce?" he
thought to himself but, would not dare say it out loud.  She was a thing of
beauty and there she sat, right in front of him.
   She continued, "I will bee there in...ah...few minutes, Peechees!"
   "Okay, momma!" her daughter ran out of the classroom and straight to the
playground.
   Mrs Romero's bottom lip trembled when she turned back to the teacher,
she gathered her thoughts.  Even though he was just a 1st grade teacher he
was famous in their small City.
   "Sir my man was arrested.  He was with his friends and they got drunk
and did something stupid.  Some of the ladies I work with at the hotel told
me you know Hudge Smith."
   "Wh wh what?  Who is Hudge Smith?" he shook his head.
   "The man in the court."
   "You mean Judge Smith?"
   "Jes, Hudge Smith.  They said you taught his grand-daughter a few years
back.  Could you peese talk to the hugde or maybe write a letter on my
man's behalf?"
   This was his moment and he would not blow it.  "Mrs Romero, I know the
Judge very well.  Matter of fact, I talk to him at least two or three times
a week." he paused to look at the expression on her face go from sadness to
happiness.
   "This is a small City, important people know each other.  There is no
doubt in my mind that I can help you."
   She shook in her seat and made her small beautiful hands into fist.  She
brought them close to her chest and closed her eyes.  She was truly
excited! She jumped out of her chair and Mr Scott stood up almost as fast.
The innocent mother and wife hugged the old teacher.  He hugged her tight,
he closed his eyes, it felt so good to have her young tight body pressed up
against his fat old one.  He didn't want to let her go but when she pushed
off, he immediately released her.
   "Thank you, thank you, Mester Scaht!" she said, still excited.
   "Not at all, not at all!  It will be my pleasure to help you and your
husband." he proclaimed, but this time, with a big fake evil smile.
   She didn't notice his face, she was wrapped up in her own happiness. 
She was halfway to the door, headed out of the classroom when she heard his
voice.
   "Mrs Romero!  I live on Taylor street.  My address is 120, be there at
4:30pm.  Come alone, I don't like people in my house who I have not
invited, and leave Peaches with friends, I don't like children in my house
either." he said then looked down at his papers.
   She stood quiet for a moment then answered, "Mester Scaht, why would I
need to go to your house, sir?" she was genuinely puzzled.
   "Because I am going to call Judge Smith and I want you with me incase he
wants to ask you a question, also I will hand you the letter you requested.
I will not use school time to call or write about a person who is in jail.
That would be very inappropriate."
   She nodded her head.  It made sense.  "Everyone knows Mester Scaht.  He
is a good man plus he is my daughter's teacher and she loves him." she
rationalized to herself but did not say another word to the teacher.  She
walked out the door and went directly to the playground area.  As she
walked she thought to herself, "I will not stay in his house for too long,
I am a married woman."

4:30pm, sharp:
   "Knock!  Knock!  Knock!"
   Mr Scott smiled, he was happy, Mrs Romero would be in his house in a few
seconds.  He walked to his front door, in his slippers, pajama pants and a
pajama soft cotton shirt.  He felt very comfortable as he sipped his glass
of brandy.
   "Come in Mrs Romero." he said after opening the door.
   She stood on the front porch for a moment.  She didn't like that he was
in his pajamas but her conscious told her that it was okay because he was
in his own home.  He walked to his living room, leaving the door open.
   "Can I get you a drink, Mrs Romero?"
   "No thank you, sir.  I do not drink." she answered after closing the
door.
   He took a seat on his big sofa.  She sat down about ten feet away on a
patted chair.  She was wearing 2 inch pumps, white pants and a light green
turtle neck.  She had dressed better than earlier, she wanted to make a
good impression on the teacher.  Mr Scott smiled, the blouse clung to her
body and really showed how slight her waist was and how big her tits were.
   "I have the letter drawn up and Judge Smith is expecting our call.  I
think everything is going to be fine.  Your husband will be home very
soon." he said then took another drink of brandy.
   "Thank you Mester Scaht." she said, with a little smile, her hands on
her lap and both of her feet on the floor.  She didn't feel as comfortable
as him, she was a proper young lady.
   "Why are you so far away?  Come here." he patted the spot near him.
   She didn't want to offend him so, she got up and sat on the other end of
the sofa but, still not too close.  This man was going to help her family
so, she had to be polite.  "Can I see the letter?" she asked respectfully.
   "Sure, it's for you.  When you leave here, you will leave with it.  It
will carry a lot of weight.  I am somebody, in this Town.  Now, come over
here." he patted the spot near him again.
   She moved closer to him but, still an arm's length away.  His cock
started to grow as he looked at the young hot body that he had lusted after
for nearly a month.  There she sat, near him, alone in his house.  He
raised his right hand to make a point.
   "You know Mrs Romero, I am 100 percent sure we can get your husband out
of jail." he said then brought his hand down on her lap and rubbed her left
thigh.
   She pushed it off.  "Sir, I am a married woman." she said as kind as she
could.  She had never been alone with a man in her life, other than her
husband.
   His face turned very serious.  "Be nice.  I thought you wanted my help?
You asked for my help then you treat me rude?" he returned his hand to her
lap.
   She grabbed his hand and threw it off her leg again.  "Sir, not this
kind of help!" she stood up and started to walk away.
   His cock slowed it's growth, even with her cheeks bouncing away in front
of him.  "I better think of something and quick." he thought to himself
then said, "relax!  Calm down." he remained seated.
   "I think you misunderstood me.  I wanted you to do some work for me.  I
live alone, if you could just look at my kitchen and give me an estimate on
what it would cost to clean it.  I know I can have your husband home
tonight.  He can be in your home tonight, I assure you." he said
convincingly.
   She calmed down, she needed to hear something like that.  She decided
not to leave.  She wanted her man back at home, where he belonged.  "Maybe,
Mester Scaht did not mean it in a bad way?"
   He stood up and walked past her, to his kitchen, Mrs Romero followed. 
"Well, what do you think?" he asked, standing by the archway, looking
around with his hands up in the air.
   She looked around, from behind him.  The kitchen wasn't that big and it
wasn't that dirty.  She walked into the kitchen slowly.  His eyes went
straight down to her ass, he could actually see her cheeks move as she
walked.  "Fuck!  She is such a girl!" His dick started to grow again.
   "Hey Mrs Romero, can you get down on the floor and look under my
cubbards.  I think there might be some grime there.  My knees are bad and I
can't get down there to look."
   The beautiful woman got down on her knees and bent over to look under
the floor cubbards.  "It's not so bad.  I can clean all this in a little
over an hour." she thought to herself.
   He looked at her plump tight ass for a second before moving in front of
her head.  She saw his feet move to near the top of her head then looked up
quick to see his cock sticking out from the slit on his pajamas.  It was
hanging but, rapidly getting hard.  She got to her knees quick then tried
to stand but, the 245 pound man held her shoulders down.
   His demeanor changed.  "Mrs Romero!  No more games!" he said loudly as
she struggled to get away from the thing swinging near her face.  "Do you
want your husband home or do you want him deported after serving a few
years in prison?!  How are you and your daughter going to survive?!"
   She suddenly stopped struggling.  "I want heen home!" she shouted, her
bottom lip quivered.
   He let her go but, held his now hard cock in his hand.  "You know what I
want and you know what to do with this." he wiggled his old hard cock in
front of her perfect face.  She was the adult version of Peaches.  He aimed
it right at her mouth but, did not touch her with it.  He wanted her to put
it into her mouth, herself, because then, he would own her.
   She stood still on her knees and stared at his fat cock.  He let her
think about it, he knew she wasn't going anywhere.  She looked up at him
then back down to his cock.  She wanted to help her man.  It took a little
while but, she built up the courage to open her mouth and move forward. 
She held it inside.  He could feel her tongue touch the bottom of it.
   "Ahhhhh." was the sound he made.
   He had waited so long for this moment and he didn't even have to kill
anyone to get it.  He looked down at the defeated married Latin beauty on
her knees in front of him, her big red lips wrapped around his ugly cock
head.  She held it in her mouth but, did not suck.
   "Mmmm." was another sound he made.
   He brushed the beautiful 23 year old woman's hair with one hand and
moved his cock around inside her mouth with his other.  He owned her but
her uneducated mind did not know it yet.
   "Suck it." he ordered, looking down at her.
   His cock jumped in her mouth as she began sucking.  "Oh fuck, that looks
and feels so good." he said to himself.
   He smiled when he saw tears well up then run down her face.  She was so
pretty.  He put his hand on the top of her head then slid it down the side,
over and over again.  He wanted to remember this day the next time he saw
her at school at a parents - teachers meeting.
   She was sucking but not doing a very good job of it so he placed his
right hand on the back of her head, near her neck.  He pulled her in and
she pulled her head back.  Then, he did it again, and again, and again. 
She got the point, if she was going to suck his cock she was going to do it
right.
   She had a look of panic on her face but settled down after she knew she
would not die.  She wasn't a kid, she could handle several inches of meat.
He looked down as the beautiful face went back and forth over his old
pecker.  His entire length was wet, so was her chin and the top of his
balls.
   "Stop, stand up Mrs Romero." he ordered, taking his big hand off the
back of her neck.
   She stopped sucking his cock and slowly pulled her stretched out mouth
over his cock.  She stood up in front of him.  He reached out and grabbed
Peaches' mom's tits.  She didn't say anything, she just looked down to the
floor.
   "Fuck these are big." he said to the 5'2, 23 year old, Latin beauty
then, slipped his cold hands under her blouse, to her bra.  He loved having
sex with married women then later, when he would meet their husbands, he
would yell in his head, "hey asshole, I fucked your wife!"
   "Turn around." She obeyed, turning around quietly.  He looked at her
ass, the ass that he was in love with.  "Unbutton your pants and pull them
down."
   She turned her head to the side and said, "no, peese sir?" she had
already sucked him and let him feel her up but she did not want to have sex
with anyone, other than her husband.
   He took a step towards her, his belly pressed into the top of her ass
near her lower back.  He raised his right hand and brought it around then,
slapped her face from behind.  She looked at the wall, stunned, and now
with a red mark on her pretty face.
   "Pull your fuckin' pants down!" the 59 year old man ordered in a mean
voice before taking a step back.
   She pulled her pants down and started crying out loud.  "Waaaa!" then
she breathed in through her nose.  "Sneech!" she was so stressed that her
nose ran as well as her eyes.
   This was the first time he had seen her in her panties.  His cock jumped
again, this time without being in her mouth.  He dared not touch his cock
or he would have cum right then and there.  She was wearing tight pink
panties, her butt cheeks had stretched out the fabric.
   He reached out for the top and pulled.  Now, ass cheeks bounced out as,
her panties slid into the crack of her ass.  She jumped but, did not try
and stop him or pull the panties out of her crack.  Her light brown, very
firm and smooth ass was a sight to behold.
   He walked over to her side and reached for her pussy, his hand rubbed
her panty covered mound as his wet cockhead touched the side of her waist.
His right hand enjoyed her private warmth as his left hand felt the silky
hair on her head.  He stared at her crying profile, her face was flawless.
   "Bend over."
   She did.  He spanked her ass cheeks a few times with his left hand as
his right now moved up to grab a hold of and squeeze one of her tits.  She
didn't object, she wanted her man home.  She was scared, confused and
becoming submissive but she still believed that she could stop it from
going too far.  He walked back behind her.
   "Pull your panties down."
   She did it but slowly, like if she stalled, someone would come to her
aid.  She didn't want to do it.  She didn't know that by pulling her
panties down very slow, made his hard dick get harder.  From his position,
he could see her pussy slit had a little hair on it but, her ass cheeks
protected her butt hole.  He couldn't see his prize.
   "Spread your cheeks." he commanded.
   She put a small hand on each cheek and revealed the prettiest pink pussy
slit and brown tightly closed hole he had ever seen on an adult woman.  By
opening up her cheeks, she opened up her bush.  "Finally!" he yelled in his
head.
   "Hold them open."
   He got down on his knees and noticed that, even though, she had a small
bush on her pussy, her ass hole was as bald as a baby's.  When she heard
him move, she turned to see what he was doing.  She wasn't going to allow
his cock to enter her.  She was relieved to see his face getting closer to
her slit.
   "Mester Scaht is going to lick my poosy.  I hope I can leave after he
gets done." she thought to herself.  But, when she felt his tongue in her
ass hole her face looked sick, like if she was going to throw up.  "Oh my
goodness, he stuck his tongue in my butt hole, he is a weirdo." she shook
her head in disbelief.
   His mouth had watered for this very ass for a month.  And now here it
was, in his kitchen, with Mrs Romero holding it open for him.  He ate.  She
was a clean woman.  Very clean and delicious.
   "She must have jumped in the shower before coming over, to smell good,
to make a good impression on the person that would be helping her man." Her
pussy and ass hole were very hot, he could feel the heat.  She was a
healthy young woman.  He continued with his meal.
   "Lick lac lach, lick lac lach, lick lac lach, lick lac lach!"
   He brought his face back a few inches to look at the beautiful hole his
tongue was tasting then, just as quick, returned to his meal.  He was
hungry, he smashed his ugly old hairless face in.
   "Lick lac lach, lick lac lach, lick lac lach, lick lac lach!" he held
her thighs, as she held her cheeks open.
   Mrs Romero was a poor uneducated woman born in 1947.  She married and
left her family for America with her husband, at the age of seventeen.  Her
sexual experience was very limited.  Her husband was the same age as her
and this just was not on his menu.  It felt very strange to have a man's
tongue in that part of her body.
   "What else will I have to do?  Is this what white men like?" her young
mind went in several directions at the same time.
   He stood up quick with his fat dick in his hands.  Within 2 seconds his
cockhead was touching her tight wet pussy.  He rubbed it on her slit
without asking permission.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellll!!" she screamed.  "No!  No!" she yelled shaking
her head.
   "Shut up!  I have neighbors, you stupid bitch!" he shouted as he held
the beautiful, married, struggling woman still and entered her.  He started
moving and fucking her right away.
   "Oh oh oh oh!" she held on to the counter for support.  The way he
forced in his cock, hurt her soft pussy terribly.  "You shouldn't do that
sir!  That is for my man, only!" she cried out as her body jerked back and
forth.  "Huh huh huh!  Uh uh uh!  Ah ah ah!" her noises came from physical
and emotional pain, she had never felt a cock as long, fat or hard as the
one Mester Scaht had.
   "You like it?!" he asked.
   "NO!" she loved her husband, not this weirdo with the big fat dick.
   The old fat man was turned on like never before.  His dick was very
hard, so hard that it hurt him a little.  The skin on his cock was
stretched very tight, he knew it had reached it's maximum growth.  When he
came, he knew, his cum would shoot hard, like if he was seventeen years old
again.  He fucked Mrs Romero hard, the bottom of his belly rubbed the top
part of her ass crack.
   "Huh huh huh!  Waa waa waa!  Aaaahhhhhhhh!!" she continued crying.  She
felt guilty, angry and taken advantage of.
   He couldn't tell if she was crying because she felt good or because he
wasn't her husband or because he was hurting her.  But, he needed to see
her face as he fucked her.  He pulled her back, all the way on his cock and
turned her.
   "Walk forward." he ordered with a bump, his cock all the way inside her
tight pink box.
   She walked with her pants around her ankles and her panties down around
her knees.  She was bent over like an upside down L.  Since his dick stuck
out of his pajama slit, he had no problem walking forward.  He followed and
steered her down the hall and to his bedroom with ease.  He wanted to fuck
this beauty on his bed while looking at her face.
   As soon as they entered the bedroom he pushed her down on the bed.  She
landed on her stomach and face, her tears wet his comforter.  She turned to
see him take off his pajama top and pants.  She saw a fat, old, out of
shape body with a big wet pole sticking out.
   Her husband was a few inches taller than her, with dark brown skin,
short dark hair and he only weighed about 140 pounds.  His penis was
average but it was enough for her plus, her husband was very handsome. 
But, all that didn't matter now.  She had put herself into a very bad
position and she knew it was not over yet.
   Mr Scott walked over to her, she was sitting upright now and facing him.
He pulled up her top and threw it to the floor, unclipped her bra and took
it off.  Her D cup tits didn't flop out, they bounced out!
   "Fuck!  Those are great fuckin' tits!" he smiled as he squeezed them
both.  He had to taste the nipples.  He sucked like a baby for a minute
then took off her shoes, pants and panties.  He glanced at her face several
times to drink in her shame.  She was crying but said nothing, she appeared
to be in a semi shock state.
   "I'm keeping these." he said showing her, her pretty pink panties.  He
threw them on his night stand after he smelled them.
   He pushed her chest back until her back hit the bed but she bounced back
up.  So he pushed her back down a little harder.  This time she laid back,
her toes almost touch the floor but not quiet.  The old man ate ass in the
kitchen but he wanted to taste some pussy in the bedroom.
   He got down on his knees and raised her legs up and back.  She knew what
he was going to do because her husband had licked her pussy once when she
was 21 years old but she didn't like it.  The teacher had her legs back
like she remembered they were when she gave birth to Peaches.
   Mr Scott looked at her hairy muff and smiled.  She stared down between
her legs, trembling, as the teacher grabbed her right foot and put her big
toe in his mouth and sucked on it like if he was sucking a popsicle.  While
her toe was in his mouth he slid his tongue in between the big one and
second.
   "Weirdo." she said to herself.
   He made a popping sound as her big toe came out of his mouth then, he
went straight for the pussy slit.  He attacked it like if he was trying to
get cream out of it.
   She cried out, then thought to herself, "I know what this is and I don't
like it."
   He licked her pussy from the bottom right near her ass hole then came
up. Over and over again.  Then, he flicked her clit then, he rubbed the
middle of his big tongue over the hood.  Over and over again, like if he
was nodding yes, yes, yes, yes,.........
   "Ooo ooo!  Ooo ooo!" she cried out but, in her mind she thought, "I
don't remember it feeling this way.  It's not so bad but, I still hate you
Mester Scaht!"
   Mr Scott slobbered on her pussy, he didn't want to irritate it.  He
stuck his tongue in her pink and then came out and returned to the hood and
clit again.
   "Ssssssluth sluth sluth lac lac lac sluth!" he turned her pussy into a
slimy mess.
   "Ooo ooo ah ah huh huh!" she made loud noises but in her mind she
thought, "what is happening?  Am I cumming?  I never came like this." she
made fists with her hands.  "I hate myself!  Oh, my!"
   Mr Scott stood on her clit and licked it like a wild man with no sense.
   Mrs Romero shook then shook again.  "Ahhhhhh!  Oooooooo!  Huh huh huh!"
her stomach trembled.
   "Ooooo ooooo ooooo ooooo!" she jerked then tried to turn on her side and
close her legs, her stomach expanded and contracted.
   "Fuckin' bitch!  You came huh?" he said, looking up at her.  She looked
back at him as she breathed hard and fast through her nose but, did not say
a thing or move her head at all.  She needed to show some form of defiance,
something to keep a small level of dignity.
   "Well, bitch.  It's my turn." he said then climbed on his bed and
crawled to the center.
   Mrs Romero followed him with her eyes.  "His ass is so ugly." she sat
still waiting to find out what was next.
   "Sit on this." he ordered, shaking his thing.  Being polite or asking
was a waste of time at this point.
   His cock was big, fat and hard.  She didn't want to sit on it.  But,
what could she do?  She needed his help, she was naked and in his house and
he had already given her an orgasm against her will plus, he already had
his cock in her.  He was only the second man to know what she felt like
inside.  Even an hour earlier, no one on this Earth could have convinced
her that she was capable of sitting on another man's cock but, she crawled
to him.
   He looked at her big tits hang as she crawled.  They were so big and
firm, she not only had youth but good genes to get tits like those.
   "Put your feet here." he motioned to the side of his thighs.  "Put your
hands there." he pointed to the top of his knees.
   She lowered herself on his cock, with her hands behind her, just above
his knee caps.  "Ahhhhh you feel good." he said as her tight bush ate his
cock.  "Bounce bitch!  You do some of the fuckin' work."
   She cried and bounced on the old fat man.  Up and down on his dick she
went.  First you could see the dick then you couldn't.  Up and down, up and
down.  She hated him, she needed him, she didn't like him using her body to
make him feel good and she didn't like that he knew, he had made her cum.
His hands were placed under her thighs to assist in the lifting of her
perfect body.
   "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" he was drugged by her beauty and the pleasure
she brought him.
   "Ow ow ow oh oh oh ah ah ah!" she was angry by the hurt his penis
brought her and also by the..........pleasure.  "It hurts and feels good at
the same time." she said in her mind.
   He timed her bounce and started meeting her.  It resulted in a good hard
adult fuck.  He pounded and pounded her hairy wet box, all the while
looking at her face.  Her expression changed from pain to ecstasy.  It made
both of them feel wonderful, he couldn't remember feeling so satisfied. 
She couldn't remember her pussy being so completely filled and used.
   He pounded and pumped beyond what was normal.  His cock was in something
it might not be in again.  Only after several minutes did the old man stop
to rest.  He thought she would stop too but she kept on bouncing.  His cock
was still hard so, she continued to slide up and down on the firm thing
that was giving her an intense feeling.  It was too good to stop.
   The old bastard could hold on no longer.  He came in the opening to her
body as she bounced.  "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!" he shouted as his cock shot cum
into Peaches' mom.  He left the bottom of her thighs to grip her ankles
tightly, as he twisted his face and body.  Making sure to unload all his
cum into Mr Romero's wife.  He looked at her beautiful face, as his cum
left him and entered her.
   She glanced down at him, then a few seconds after he
came...............she came.  "Ahh!  Oooooooo!  Oooooooo!  Oooooooo!"
   She slowed her bounce then, just moved back and forth then, just sat
still.  She came to her senses.  His big cock changed into something softer
but, it was so big that she could still feel it pulsing inside of her. 
They remained silent for awhile then........
   "You are a real woman, Mrs Romero.  I haven't had a fuck like that in
many, many years." he said breathing in deep, rubbing the side of her thigh
in a loving manner.
   "Call the hudge and give me the letter." she said as she lifted her
sweatie body off the fat teacher.  She was disgusted in him and herself. 
She put her bra on as the teacher laid trying to catch his breath.  She
reached for her panties.
   "Leave the fuckin' panties!  If you put those panties on, the deals'
off." he said in a mean manner.
   She put her panties back down on his night stand and reached for her
blouse.  Then put on her pants as the teacher sat up on his bed.  She
slipped her shoes on quick.  "Where's my letter?" she said still breathing
a little fast.
   "By the door on the shelf." He couldn't help but smile when she turned
to leave his bedroom and the crack of her ass was showing above her pants.
She felt his eyes on her and just before leaving his sight she pulled up
her pants to the proper height.
   "Ah, I love those fiery Latinas.  I should have married one." He got up
and walked to the living room still naked, his big cock swinging as he
walked.
   Mrs Romero met him halfway, glanced up at him and said, "Call the
hudge!" she demanded as she continued reading the letter.
   "You better wash those pants, my cum is going to drip out of your pussy
and stain them." he said with a smirk.
   "Call the hudge!" she said folding the letter back up and putting it
into the envelope.
   "I'll call him after you leave.  Go!" he pointed to the door.  "I don't
like people treating me rude and demanding things of me, in my own home."
   "You better call the hudge!" she said walking to the front door,
checking herself one more time, before leaving.  She shut the door hard.
   "No matter what that woman does, when she does it, it is sexy!" he said
shaking his head.  He walked over to the phone to call his friend Judge
Smith.  After dialing a few numbers he stopped, put the receiver down and
said...............
   "Fuck Mr Romero!"

   To be continued.....................................
   
  
Teacher of the Year