Episode 21: HOT FOR tEACHer

“JESUS CHRIST! DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP FUCKING MEEEEE!”

For the last hour and a half straight teacher Yolanda Bloom had been manhandled and gang fucked by two dozen of her students at Spring Meadow High School. Joined by fellow teachers Colleen Porter and Raine Gomez they each had their fair share of multiple turnovers. While girl’s gym coach Raine was isolated to the front lawn, pissed on and fucked by strangely enough Sophomores at the rare ages of 15 and 16, the two blondes indoors had all of the older boys. Yolanda was by far the most popular with her huge tits and tight body. Not only was she sexy as hell she was known to enjoy students in her past, but it was never proven until recently. In spades!

Kevin Palmer’s older brother Damian revealed what he knew of Yolanda’s football field follies back when Damian was still in school. Four years ago, right after Yolanda started teaching, a few hunks on the varsity team took her to the fifty-yard line and hammered the holy hell out of her.

Admitting to it led to their father Joe Palmer into try his hand at dating, well, more than dating, recalling his very own extremely dominant younger days. What it took was for his son Damian to bring his dad and brother out of their shells. Asking Kevin to help film quality pornos of and with Candi led to some very interesting adventures. By assuming guardianship and dominance over Damian’s wife Candace, Joe tried his hand at Yolanda and Raine both. Learning how wild they were and their nymphomaniac tendencies which included subservience Joe plowed right in with control. Both whores took the bait.

Add in a substitute teacher the much younger Colleen Porter, Joe was firing on all cylinders. Challenging the three of them to win him over or die trying the ladies jumped into the deep end. Here and now the three of them were here at Damian’s home to entertain the boys at a private party that was gradually getting out of control. There might not be booze and drugs, but the pussy was all that was needed.

“DP! DP! DP! DP!”

A youthful chant rallied the troops as the football team, basketballers, a few wrestlers, and track stars took turns hitting Yolanda at both ends. To quiet her excessive screams of ecstasy and nonstop orgasms a lineup of big dicks fucked her face. Suddenly the chant became “3P! 3P! 3P!” Gurgle! Gurgle! Gak! Gawk! Yolanda could not stop cumming. Every three minutes at least she squirted and creamed whoever’s dick which was thriving up her cunt. Twenty crazy young bastards had ventured into one hole then rotated to the next, and the next. Variety was the spice of her life.

Recorded by Roger Dawson using his camcorder DeMille he was filming some of the hottest porn ever. Roger hated to admit this, but Candi Palmer was chopped liver compared to Yolanda. Yolanda had the MILF thing going on even if she didn’t have any kids of her own. None of the teachers had ever achieved motherhood. Plentiful condoms used up their cunts maintained that denial. Bare back up the ass and down their throats were more than enough to fill their desires.

“Damn Dude! Yolanda is loving this shit.” New arrival track star Newton Prather was in awe.

“As if we aren’t.” Roger chuckled! “We succeeded in shoving two dicks up her cunt, two up her ass and two in her mouth at the same time. She was really getting into it then.”

“Awww maaan! I missed that. What about Porter? Where is that sweet ass?”

“Upstairs with Palmer. Just wait until he brings her down then we’ll try that on her too. Same for Gomez once Kev allows her indoors.”

“You need to video all three sluts getting two dicks in every hole all at the same time. We have enough guys here to pull that off.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Roger paused filming briefly to look around him. “Where are all these guys coming from? We didn’t invite, well, you for one. I mean I’m cool with you here.” Junior!

“Mercer’s little brother told my brother, and I just followed them here. I don’t have to take part I just wanted to see this go down.”

“Fuck that! Drop your drawers and get in line.”

“Seriously! Okay!” Newton wasted no time grabbing a condom from one of many opened boxes and quickly rolled one on and stood ready for a pussy tag in. Woohoo! Five minutes later he was fucking Yolanda and filling that rubber full. Every condom with creamy content was fed to Yolanda between tonsil ticklers. If she had tonsils that is. Deepthroat dumpster dive!

Upstairs in Candi’s bedroom Kevin Palmer lured Colleen Porter out onto the balcony to watch Raine get slammed even with the sprinkler system drowning the bunch. Having noticed a dog barking and movement in the shadows across the street he hoped to coax out the culprit by taking Colleen from behind and bending her over the balcony rail.

Once his dick penetrated Colleen’s trickling cunt Kevin yanked her head back by her hair and palmed her breast. A competition of wails between Gomez and Porter drew in the glances of the sophomores. Cheering Kevin on for showing off Porter had them recording her titties bobbing about once Kev released the breast he had held. So much for no cell footage. Even he knew that would be impossible. Staring out toward the street while allowing Colleen to cry out her own passions for overpowering sex, nobody dared reveal themselves.

“Maybe I’m just seeing things.”

Maybe! Maybe not!

Forty-five minutes ago! A mere five blocks over to the South.

Becca Hart was vegging in her bedroom after a nice hot bubble bath. Once her son Jesse had left the house Momma Hart was all alone and enjoying her free spirit. Of late she had more peace and quiet in her life than she had lived in years. Since her ex-husband had left both she and Jesse, all Becca had was her job uptown at the diner and child support. No man in her life currently, she found out some interesting information. The father of one of Jesse’s friends had enquired about her availability.

Having only seen the man once ever just last night when he dropped Jesse off at home, she did get a shadowy look at him in the darkness. That man was Joe Palmer. He did look rather handsome and similar in age if not a few years older. All Becca knew before that was about his son Kevin and that Kevin’s mom passed away from cancer. The poor man, losing his wife must have been hard.

“Jesse mentioned that this Joe might drop by the diner and introduce himself. I hope he does because I really don’t want to invite a strange man into my home. Do I?” Lying in bed air drying Becca pondered the idea with a bit more intrigue. “I mean he might invite me to his home too. I wonder if he cooks.” Unprepared for sleep now that her bath had revived her, Becca found herself fantasizing about good communication and warm smiles. Then it dawned on her what Jesse had let her in on earlier.

“BDSM! Goodness! That sounds like fun, unless he gets too rough or demanding. I mean I’ve dabbled in relationships before Jesse’s father. In college I let a few young men tie me up and ... God, I miss being defenseless. I think this Joe might have some possibilities unless he doesn’t think I’m into it as much as he might be. I know one thing; I need laid bad. I’m really sick of seducing my vibrator and picturing Brad Pitt.” Her dildo hidden beneath her extra pillow she started to reach for it then paused.

“No! Let’s try and hold off using my toys. The more I deny myself the more I can offer Joe. If he’s even interested. He might drop by the diner and find me boring. Looks are not everything after all.” Becca was hot in an Anne Hathaway sort of persona. Guys flirted but rarely did she find chemistry with them. She attributed that to the hurt her ex-husband caused.

“God! I think I need some fresh air. It’s still early I think I’ll get up and go for a walk. I have a general idea where this Joe lives so maybe I’ll at least grab a visual. If his yard is a mess or I see broken down cars then I’ll know he’s not the man for me.” Crawling out of bed Becca located a pair of denim shorts that fit tightly. While not as extreme as some girls might wear, they were scissor cut in the legs to show off just enough cheek to attract attention.

“This town is so stuffy I doubt anyone even notices me unless I stop by the gas station or something. I don’t think I’ll even wear underwear. It’s dark out so who is going to see a bit of nipple hard on.” Shorts over her bare bottom she fastened them then selected a white t-shirt. Nobody would definitely see her nipples in the dark anyway. Bobby socks and tennis shoes she left everything personal behind to feel the freedom. Cell on a charger, purse under her bed, house key in said purse, she had a key to her home under a flowerpot.

Locking up she headed down her sidewalk and connected with the walk along the street. A cool breeze flowing over her she shivered as those nipples crested as hard as they could get. “Maybe I should have worn a crop top t-shirt so someone could actually see me.” Giggling she pinched her nipples through her shirt just for laughs.

“Okay! Mitchell Street intersects with Corona Street. Four blocks further I think to Masters Road where this Joe lives. Whoa! That hits close to home, a Master with his own name on the road he lives on. Well, not his name but his title of dominance. That could be a sneaky subject to chat about if he pops by the pancake house.” Her tight denim shorts rubbed at her clitoris with each step she took. “Gosh! My pussy is on fire right now. I should have worn panties. Oh, well! This is liberating.”

Making her turns she calculated where exactly Joe’s home was, Palmer written on the mailbox helped. “Wow! He keeps his yard mowed, and shrubbery trimmed. That shows me that he isn’t a slacker. No beat-up cars anywhere. No burnt-out bulbs in his porch lighting. He might just be a keeper.” She laughed when a pair of bicycles rolled past her on the street. Overhearing two boys talking about naked teachers had her wondering if she heard right. The addition of info concerning the football team engaging in sex with them had her eyes bulging.

“Surely, those boys were just rambling. Jesse is on the football team, and I know my son would ... never ... oh, God! I had better follow them and see if it’s true, that kind of scandal could ruin Spring Meadow. Jesse isn’t a virgin, I recall him saying he dated a cheerleader by the name of Wendy. His father even had the talk with Jesse and bought him condoms. I swear if Jesse lied to me. Wait a minute! If Joe lives here and Kevin lives with him, and there is no signs of life at this house they had to have gone elsewhere.” Motherly senses kicking in she took off into a run up the sidewalk to keep up with the bicycles.

Fit but winded Becca caught up and found herself on the outskirts of town. “Serenity Street! These are the older homes in town. I hear music blaring.” The closer she got to what appeared like a party she pouted. “Oh, Jesse! You had better not be drunk young man. I... “ A screaming orgasm coming from the front yard had Becca hugging a tree across the street.

“Please don’t let that be a teacher. Those boys on the bicycles look so young.” Darkness ruling her side of the street Becca moved from tree to tree, car to car using them to hide herself so that she could get a better look.

Raine Gomez cried out between breathes, for younger boys the bicycle lads ditched their bikes and stormed in amidst others. Soaking wet and shivering, the gym teacher chose to dig right in moving like lightning to keep herself warm. Going from boy to boy sucking dicks until a few of them decided it was time to learn the ropes and fuck her, minus condoms. Not smart but none of them even had a rubber to begin with. In her committed insanity Raine let it go and hoped her senses would be enough to pull away from them before they could cum inside her. Anal was definitely a negative when the boys barely knew how to hit a vulva. Raine was a good teacher none the less.

Looking up Becca saw activity on the balcony of the house. Squinting she realized who it was. “That’s Jesse’s friend Kevin Palmer, Joe’s son.” His shirtless upper body nearly chiseled she held her breath and her chest. “I’ve never seen him without a shirt before. I... “ Fanning her features she blushed for no reason. “ ... he’s certainly manly.” Then she peered through the ribcage of the balcony’s vertical slats and saw a massive erection poking through as Kevin leaned on the rail posing his cellphone to record Raine in action. “That boy is certainly well-endowed. He’s looking my way.” Squealing faintly, she hugged the tree bark and prayed he didn’t see her. “I wish that dog would stop barking. It has to be making Kevin leery.”

A loud whistle heard she dared to cower low and take another look. “Who is this?” Colleen Porter joining Kevin was bent over the balcony rail. Oddly enough Colleen was ordered to film Kevin as he penetrated her lovely cunt from behind. Becca even heard Kevin yell out that if she dropped his phone, she was going over the rail after it. That had Becca trembling. “He must be just like his father in the BDSM department. So forceful!” Sure enough, Kevin was choking and pulling Colleen ‘s long blonde hair as he hammered her from behind. The young teacher cried out verbiage that made Kevin look like some Greek God in her eyes and thighs.

“This is just insane. If Kevin is here that must mean Jesse is too. I have to see what’s going on inside the house.” Curiosity might just kill the cat, or at the very least fuck the pussy. With Kevin distracted, Becca raced further down the street where it was the darkest then crossed. Coming up to the picket fence surrounding the property she dared to creep along the fence line to the side of the house. Once free of Kevin’s immediate view she spotted multiple windows opened for fresh air. Yolanda Bloom screaming nonstop channeling orgasm after orgasm, and a number of young men rambling and telling their buddies to hit that pussy had Becca stressed.

“If I get caught Jesse will hate me but it is my job to keep him out of trouble. Sex with their teachers could go so badly for all of these boys. I don’t even have my phone to call the police, which would be the smart thing to do. I wonder if any of the neighbors has called 911. Most of the homes are dark or unlived in by the looks of it. At least that makes my skulking around easier. I might look just as bad for snooping but Jesse ... is a grown man. He is eighteen. I believe all of his friends are, well, except for the younger boys on the front lawn.”

A gate up ahead on the side of the fence Becca hurried to it and eased it open, entering on stealth mode. “The windows are up high I can’t really get a good look inside. Wait! A central air unit. I can stand on it and look in.” Shadows on this side she felt confident in not getting caught. Climbing up onto it gave her a perfect vantage point into the living room except for one big problem.

Big burley Roland “Rolly” Moot chose that exact moment to stand in front of the opened window and stick his ten-inch erection out so that he could piss into the yard. His sudden appearance perfectly timed she nearly got slapped by his extended cock. Side shifting to avoid its trajectory she held the house and teetered on the AC unit beneath her feet.

“Please don’t see me! Please don’t see me!”

She whined and held her breath as his urethra came too loose with a powerful stream of urine. Watching it she found herself unable to blink. Not so much at the peeing but at just how thick and veiny that big black beast was. Her jaw drooping, she could only admire that magnificent cock until Rolly was done watering the lawn, and the unit, and Becca’s left tennis shoe. Oops!

Shaking off his pecker sent droplets onto her upper thigh. Gross but confident, she could not react. Becca stood there until Rolly backed away and rejoined the No Mercy Nomads as he called his crew. Sighing with relief at escaping notice Becca grimaced over the droplets trickling down her thigh to her knee. A rash of nervous twitches led her to unzip and lower her tight denim shorts until the material could soak up the pee streaks.

This of course meant her bare ass hanging out until done. Well, her twat as well but that was hidden by the siding of the house. Starting to pull them back up she stopped and nibbled her lower lip. “So many very nice dicks.” She mumbled and let her shorts fall to her ankles. “What are you doing Rebecca? This is so not like you.” Fingers trailed slowly down her belly and into her thin pubic hair. Tips teasing her clit she lost track of time.

Peering back inside the window her eyes went wide over how many naked young bucks were wandering around the center of attention. “Oh, my God! Jesse’s entire football team is here. Others I don’t know.” Counting a plethora of enormous dicks, she concluded twenty-five. Becca Hart could not stop fantasizing in the moment.

“What am I doing? This is so wrong.” Evidently not wrong enough to stop touching herself. “I have been without a man far too long. This is like watching a porno.” Cameraman included! She hadn’t even noticed Roger Dawson facing his camcorder lens right at her as a parting of buttocks facing Yolanda gave Becca her first visual of the busty blonde.

Yolanda’s entire face was coated in creamy jizz, dripping from eyebrows and eyelids. Ignoring her facial Yolanda simply screamed at a double penetration. Riding Brent Edwards while... “Jesse?” Yes, indeed! Jesse Hart was hitting Yolanda’s asshole with a sweaty vengeance. Yolanda falling over Brent smothering his face in her cum-coated titties offered Becca a shot of her own son’s big dick moving in and out of a well-used anus.

“Good Lord! I never knew Jesse was that big.” It wasn’t like she kept track once she raised him from a child to an adult. Yes, indeed the young man grew up. Becca quivered as she heard her son snarling. Pulling out of Yolanda’s pucker the boy reared over her ass cheeks and jerked off a massive load along her spine. “He certainly doesn’t take after his father. In size or firepower. What am I saying! Stop looking at your son.” He was facing directly at Becca when he beat off until he shot his load.

Mesmerized for a moment Becca saw Jesse tapped out by Roland Moot. Needing air Jesse walked right toward his mother without noticing her. Seeing her boy headed her way cum dripping from his pecker Becca panicked and lost her footing on the unit. Falling backwards onto the ground she landed flat on her back with her shorts hung up on the AC unit. Tangled amid her shoes her legs were in the air until she could remove one foot. Legs parting as her shirt was absorbing Roland’s piss pool on the grass Becca nearly screamed but held out in silence.