Wendy and the School Teacher (pedo,girls,g,M)

This story is not original and was first posted in newsgroups a few
years back, reposted for your enjoyment.

For more stories involving beautiful and erotic children visit the Child
Erotica Freedom Party website:

http://documents.espana2000.com

Note that the author details have been left intact but in most cases the
contact email is no longer valid.

----------------------------------------------------
Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Wendy and the School Teacher
Part:
Summary: Wendy receives 'special' instruction from her pedophile school
teacher.
Keywords: Mg, MF, MFg, oral, anal, first, reluct

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.


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 'MyStores at
normdeploom dot 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
Wendy slowly moved the book from her lap back onto the top of the desk.
She could feel her face burning with embarrassment. To have the boy in
the next seat watch 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 birdie' 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 when
he came home after teaching a class of fifth graders all day and wanted
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 called 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 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."  Wendy turned around and retraced 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."  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 flapped 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?"  Wendy looked down at her lap and shook her head 'no'.

"Show me how you do IT."  Wendy sat without moving.

"OK," Mr. Zeller said leaning back. "I guess we'll just have to go to
the principal's 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
streamed 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.  You show me and I'll keep your secret."  Mr. Zeller reached out
and wiped the tears from his young student's 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 slowly moved
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
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 gently squeezed 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's 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 gently lifted 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.  He stared at her
still covered crotch and gently massaged 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 ever 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 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 leaned forward and put
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, at 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."  Mr. Zeller slipped the white cotton panties 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."   Mr. Zeller walked his young panty-less student 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
wasn't until five blocks later that she worried about her mother
discovering that a pair of her panties were 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 too embarrassing,
second it excited her to think about him having her panties even though
she could not imagine what he would do with them.

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 fell 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 lay 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 hit the bed Beth
spread her legs in eager anticipation of the fucking she could knew 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
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."  Beth teased her
husband 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.  Even to the point of 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, lying in bed exhausted and happy Beth and Roger cuddled as they
watched a late night TV show.  Beth, at Roger's request was still
wearing Wendy's panties.  Beth turned to Roger pushing her small breasts
against his arm.

"You're going to fuck her aren't you?"  The question was for information
only, no hint of jealousy or condemnation in the tone.  Roger looked at
her and smiled, gently stroking her hair and back.

"I don't think I could stop myself, even if I wanted to." Roger answered
with open honesty.  Beth laid her head on Roger's chest.

"I want to be there."  Beth looked back up at her husband. "I want to
help you fulfill your deepest desires."  Roger hugged her and kissed her
gently on the forehead.  "Besides," Beth continued, now teasing her
husband with a grin on her face, "I want to see this little slut that
keeps my husband's cock so hard."

DAY TWO
As soon as Wendy got to school the next day she slipped into the girls
bathroom and, after locking herself in a stall, pulled her panties down
her legs then, stepping out of them, put her panties into her 'Hello
Kitty' back pack.  Setting on the edge of the toilet seat Wendy spread
her legs and gently ran her finger up and down her slick hairless slit
while she closed her eyes and thought about how it felt when Mr. Zeller
had done it the day before.  Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by
the wonderful/terrible feeling the bell rang and Wendy had to abandon he
efforts and hurry to class.

Wendy's flushed face and her agitated shallow breathing did not escape
Mr. Zeller's attention.  He was thankful that Beth had insisted on
playing 'the rape of the innocent schoolgirl by the cruel teacher' twice
that morning, leaving him drained and less likely to embarrass himself
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 with 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, Mr. Zeller thought, 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?"  Wendy nodded her head 'yes' without looking up.

"Did you practice your reading last night when you went to bed?"  Mr.
Zeller slipping his hands under Wendy's 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's 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."

"Hey honey."

"How's it going?"

"You won'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?"

"Are you fingering yourself?"  Roger squeezed 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."

For the rest of the morning Mr. Zeller taught 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 crotch 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 with your big hard cock, teacher?"
Beth moved her finger from her cunt to her mouth then sucked and licked
her pussy juice off 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, fuck your grade school whore."  Standing up Roger forced 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 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 moved the book's 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 caught on fire where the expert
and knowledgeable hands of Mrs. Zeller touched her.   Mrs. Zeller's
hands moved higher and higher up Wendy's thighs until they pushed her
book away and, pulling her butt to the edge of the seat worked their way
into her special place and then 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 Mr. Zeller 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?"  Wendy shook her head 'no'.

"I want you to touch it."  Mrs. Zeller instructed the scared 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."  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 died down, the fear of her mother's punishment was 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 shook
with sobs.

"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 pushed
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 spurts 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."  Mrs. Zeller continued stroking
Wendy's 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 Wendy 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 rubbed 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 fingers in and out of her cunt and gyrated her hips while she
watched her husband's cock being sucked 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
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 he 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 rapt attention as the cock sank into the Mrs. Zeller.

"Oooh, doesn't it hurt?  How does it all fit in?"  Wendy asked leaning
over to watch.

"No honey," she answered, stroking the young girl's hair, "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 your teacher fucks me."

Wendy eagerly sucked on Mrs. Zeller's nipples while she watched Mr.
Zeller's huge hard cock fucking in and out of his wife's cunt.  Both
Roger and Beth caressed her naked body as they fucked.  By the time Mr.
Zeller bellowed "Take my cum you fucking little slut bitch." While he
ground his crotch into his wife's and filled her cunt to overflowing
with his thick sticky cum, Wendy felt like her whole body was vibrating
from the wonderful feeling emanating from her cunt and from the hands
touching every part of her naked skin.  The three of them hugged,
holding each other up as waves of intense feeling washed over them.

Mrs. Zeller invited Wendy to examine her just fucked cunt to assure the
girl that no damage had been done.  Then the two girls helped each other
get dressed and Wendy was sent home, another reading lesson having been
completed.

Wendy walked home with visions of cocks fucking in and out of hairless
wet cunts floating in her mind.  Nothing in her experience had prepared
her for such a sight.  As soon as she got home Wendy broke one of her
mother's rules and closed her bedroom door so she could 'experiment'.
Starting with her finger, and keeping careful notes in her notepad,
Wendy inserted different objects into her wet pussy comparing the
feelings in an attempt to determine which type of object would give her
the biggest thrill.  After trying several different devices Wendy
settled on the smooth plastic handle of her favorite hairbrush.

Once the device was selected Wendy propped a mirror against the foot of
her bed then, spreading her legs as far as she could, watched the
plastic hairbrush handle slipping in and out of her wet cunt.  At the
same time she rubbed her finger in little circles over her sensitive
clitoris, just like she had seen Mrs. Zeller doing in the classroom.
The resulting orgasm left Wendy lying limply against her pillows trying
to catch her breath when she heard her mother calling her for dinner.

After dinner, during her bath, and well into the evening in her bed
Wendy preformed repeated experiments with the handle of her plastic
brush.  After each experiment Wendy made the required notes in her
notepad, the making of which usually stimulated the next round of
experimentation.

"Does my special teacher want to fuck me again here? Or wait till we get
home?" Beth asked snuggling into her husband's arms after they watched
Wendy walk across the playground on her way home.

"Both," Roger answered pushing his hand up his wife's dress to feel her
wet just fucked cunt.

DAY THREE
Wendy hurried to school hoping 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
nasty 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 streamed 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 took Wendy in her arms and 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?"

"I just thought you might need a little help waiting until after school
to fuck the cute little minx that just left," Beth grinned impishly at
her husband, "and," Beth stroked his throbbing cock through his
trousers, "I think I was right."  Beth unzipped Roger's pants, pulled
out his hard cock, and 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 for a long hard
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
each of their lives forever.  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 watched and caressed her, 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
virgin, hairless, 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 pushed against her virgin cunt lips
Wendy panicked and wiggled trying to pull free from Beth's firm grasp.
"No, little slut," Beth continued to whisper in her ear, "you're ours
now.  You're 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.  "Look 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 one hand
downward until her finger rested on Wendy's clitoris, then rubbed it in
small circles.  Wendy's fear and discomfort were slowly pushed into the
background by her growing excitement, and her hips fucked 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 lay 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 licked 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 the 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."
[ Auf dieses Posting antworten ]