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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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

 

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

 

Wendy and the Schoolteacher

By

Norm DePloom

 

DAY ONE

endy 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

s 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

endy 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."