Lu-Letta placed her homework assignment on the corner of Miss Butterum’s desk, paused a moment, then cleared her throat.

Emma Butterum was concentrating on a stack of papers and didn’t look up. “You had a problem with the assignment?”

“Uh-uh. It was okay.” Letty watched her teacher rake a red ballpoint under a student’s run-on sentence and scribble a comment in the margin. “I was wondering if I could see you for a moment. After class.”

“Of course, Letty.” Emma adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses and checked the clock on the wall. “Be another ten minutes. Okay?”

“Thank you, Miss Butterum.” Letty bent a knee, bobbed, and returned to her desk and waited for the bell.

It sounded a few minutes later and the class emptied out into the hallway. Alone at her desk, Letty waited to be noticed.

Emma Butterum sighed, lifted another assignment from the stack and began shuffling her pen across the page.

Letty watched, waited a moment longer, then shifted in her seat.

Emma heard the sound of a pair of Charlie Browns on tile, jolted into the present-tense and looked up. “Oh, Letty. Sorry. You wanted to see me?”

“If I could, Miss Butterum,” Letty replied, her voice soft and touched with sweetness.

“Of course, dear.” Emma removed her glasses, plucked fingers through short blond hair and sat back. “If this is about your interim marks, you have nothing to worry about, you know. You’re one of my best students.”

Letty swung her legs out and moved forward between a row of desks. “Thank you, Miss Butterum, but this is about something more important.”

Emma’s forehead creased. “More important than your grades?”

“Yes.” Letty stopped in front of Emma’s desk. “It’s about Rudd Hunter.”

Emma straightened in her chair. She swallowed hard. “Rudd? What do you know about Rudd?”

Letty swayed uneasily on knobbly knees and assessed her words carefully. “It’s just that I’ve been seeing him.” She looked away, out the window to the playground beyond. “And I know you had something going with him, awhile back.”

“That was a year ago.” Emma took a moment to digest this startling information presented by her young charge. “You’re seeing Rudd? Jesus. He’s a bit old for you, don’t you think? I mean he’s forty, or just about.”

Letty hung her head. “My mom would have a fit if she found out ... but I love him.”

“You love Rudd.” Emma wrung the back of her neck. “I see ... How did you two meet?”

“He came onto me at Field Day. I didn’t know him and figured he was someone’s guest, or maybe a teacher from another school. You were busy judging gymnastics and I didn’t realize.”

“I let him wander around on his own.”

“But I need to know...” Letty’s voice rose in desperation. “I need to know if you still have a thing for him.”

“W-what?”

Letty buried her face in her hands. “I found your panties. They were under his pillow. Two days ago, while I was making up the bed after ... after...” Letty blew out a breath. “Anyway I found your panties and your love-juice was on them. I could smell it.”

“My panties? You sniffed them ... this is kinda awkward ... Hey, wait a minute.” Emma straightened. “How do you know they are mine?”

“When I showed them to Rudd, he laughed. Told me how great you are.”

“Ahh Jesus. He told you that? The bastard.”

“Yeah. And they were still fresh. Damp even. Rudd made me taste them. He wanted to watch.”

“You tasted it...” Emma slumped in her chair. “Uh-huh. That sounds like Rudd. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you. Did the prick have anything else to say?”

“Just that I better behave, and be there for him. Do anything, because you had fallen hard and were just waiting for a chance to move in with him. That you where willing to do anything, even be naked for his friends, if that’s what it took.”

“Ahh geez...” Emma leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and she buried her face in her hands, her head rolling hopelessly from side to side. “This can’t be happening.”

“And that’s what he wants me to do.”

Emma looked up through splayed fingers. “What...”

“Take my clothes off, while his buddies watch. This Friday when they come over to play poker. I’ll be the only girl there and have to serve sandwiches and beer. And I don’t know what else they’ll want from me.”

Plenty... Emma’s mind cast back to the Superbowl party Rudd had asked her to host, wearing nothing but an apron about her waist. Every time she bent forward to place a beer down, free and easy hands would lift ... cupping, or fingering her from behind. And when she looked to Rudd for support, he just laughed. “Boys...” he had said. “I guess they like you.” And that’s all the sympathy she got. She endured the rest of the evening, fearing that at any moment she would be thrown across the sofa and lose the apron.

“Fuckin’ Rudd. Look Letty, I admit I had a weak moment. I’d had a shitty day, was driving around feeling sorry for myself and ended up in his neighborhood. I just thought I’d look in on him for a moment, see how he was doing. But Jesus, I just about collapsed when he put his hands on me and I figured, what the hell ... re-live the memories.”

“You went to bed with him...”

“I did. But I swear, I didn’t know about you. And going to bed with him was a horrible experience anyway– if that makes you feel any better.”

Surprise brightened Letty’s eyes. “He didn’t make you feel nice ... didn’t make you cum?”

Emma drew a hand across her face. “He got me up on all fours, Letty. He held my hips and did me from behind. He forced me to do it.”

“From behind? You mean in the bum?”

“He came in my rectum. It still hurts a little, for me to walk.”

“Oh God. So that’s what he wants?”

Emma’s chin came up. “Christ. What’s he asking you to do?”

“It’s just that lately, he’s been putting his fingers there. Up inside...”

“He’s been fingering your anus?”

“It feels icky. But he told me to shut-up and put in this rubber thing he bought. In there...”

“A plug. That’s what it’s called. A butt plug. It’s to open you up a little. So he can get his penis in.”

“His penis? But it’s huge. He’ll tear me.”

“A word of advice from someone whose been there. Start carrying a tub of vasoline in the bottom of your bag.”

Letty looked beaten-up and shifted back to park her tiny ass on a desktop in the front row. She inhaled and let it out slowly. “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Emma studied her a moment. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Letty’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sure Rudd would love to have the both of us. At the same time, I mean. There’s plenty of room in that big bed of his. And you and I, well, we could watch out for each other, yah know?”

“You mean we, both of us, move in with Rudd.”

Emma could hear desperation rising in Letty’s voice again. “It wouldn’t be so bad, really. And we’d both get what we need.”

Emma blew out a breath. “But Letty ... you know he’ll want more. Rudd’ll want us to preform for him. And for his friends. I don’t know about you, but I’m not that way inclined.”

“I’m not a lesbo either,” Letty whined, “but this is for Rudd. And I’ve already tasted you, haven’t I?”

“You’ve tasted me?”

“Your panties ... your stuff was allover them and Rudd wanted me lick it off. And I did ... for him. But I surprised myself. I kinda liked it. Not the taste so much, but the fact it was yours. And I had you in my mouth. It somehow made me feel all queer in my tummy. Like you were part of me. Inside of me.”

“And you think you could do it again. But for real this time. In person.”

“Yes. I think I could.” Letty said. “If you promise not to laugh,” she added with a shy smile. Emma looked, humped her lips and turned away. “I’d be doing it for Rudd,” Letty continued. “I mean I never believed I could ever let a man cum in my mouth, before. But for Rudd, I swallow it.”

“Oh Letty,” Emma turned back, “do you know how pathetic you sound? How desperate?”

“I could try.” Moisture clung in Letty’s lashes as she moved around the end of Emma’s desk. “Right now, if you want to try.” She rested a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “If you’ll let me, I’m willing to prove it to you. I know I can make you feel nice. Maybe even better than Rudd.”

“You’re asking me to ... to ... I mean...”

“Yes. You can try using me if you want.” Letty raised her thumb to stroke Emma’s cheek. “You can cum on me.”

Emma thought about Rudd. And the abuse she had suffered at his hands. But he was the only man who had ever made her feel like a real woman. Complete. Did she want that again? Yes, she decided. She craved it, like an addict craves the needle. And here was this young girl offering her a way back into Rudd’s arms. “You had better go lock the door,” she said.

In the beginning, a romp with Rudd had seemed like a fun idea. He had money, nice hair and drove a Lamborghini. He always got a corner table at the best restaurants, the best seats for the best concerts and never stood in line at the clubs. Rudd was fun to be around and a no-holds-barred kinda guy. Any woman lucky enough to catch his attention was prepared to do anything to keep it.

But Emma was no dummy and smart enough to realize the danger, so she merely began to look at the relationship as a bit of a game: How close could she get to the flame without being burned?

Emma had been with men before Rudd, four if she included a high-school romance, so she thought she was coming into the situation with her eyes wide open. But past experience didn’t help. She’d never been in a relationship that was solely based on sexual gratification and within four weeks of meeting Rudd, he had her on hands and knees as he slid into her from behind.

She had bitten into the sofa cushion to prevent herself from crying out– it had been that painful. But after freeing herself from his cock and, covered in sweat and still panting, she had enjoyed a certain sense of euphoria: Rudd was pleased. She had survived something she had only ever read about. And earned her stripes ... a right of passage into some elite club ... a woman who had done it all.

But things spiraled down when Rudd’s younger brother had appeared at the door one evening after being tossed out by his so-called lady-friend. Magnanimous Rudd, always there to help a buddy, led the way to the guest room, got Jeff unpacked, put a glassful of Chivas Regal into his hand and bid him goodnight. Rudd made his way across the hall, stripped, and slipped into bed beside Emma. And that’s when things began to get a little kinky.

Emma, naked beside him, got comfortable with her left shoulder tucked beneath his arm and her cheek against his ribs. She held his penis lightly in her right hand. He was soft and she skimmed the velvety skin with the edge of her thumb. “That nice?” she asked.

“Very gentle,” he sighed, but I gotta tell you, I’m thinking about the straw. Reach for it, will yah?”

Emma wasn’t in the mood for sucking up cum with a drinking straw but it was easier to comply than to state her own feelings. She reached for the night-table. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked.

Rudd grinned. “A little bit, sometimes. But you’re so good at it, it’s worth it.”

Emma pulled the plastic drinking straw from the drawer. It was one of the wide diameter ones, like they serve with a milkshake. She held it by the end and smeared the length with vasoline. “You’re a bit soft,” she commented when she pushed the sheet from his thighs.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “take care of it for me.”

Still holding the gooey straw, she dropped her face into his lap and started sucking and nibbling at the smooth head of his penis. He quickly hardened in her mouth and when he was sufficiently engorged, she readied the straw.

“It’s called sounding,” he had told her the first time. It was some shit he had seen on the internet and wanted to try. It seemed a bit weird but like always, Emma had accepted his wishes. It involved pushing the drinking straw up the full length of his penis and then jerking him off. When he ejaculated, the sperm was forced down the straw to where Emma waited with quivering lips.

Squeezing his pee-hole, she lined up the end of the straw and levered it into the opening. Emma twiddled the straw and by slowly working it back and forth, she got it started on its path into his groin. Rudd closed his eyes and sighed.

It took a minute to get the straw seated with only the last couple of inches showing. “Now?” she asked. And without waiting for an answer, she steadied the end of the straw, holding it up delicately like a skewer while smearing vasoline along the length of his penis with the opposite hand. “You gonna cum for me?” she cooed. “Give me a warm taste before bedtime?”

Her hand was slick and moving and Rudd responded. He yearned, his hips lifting, and pressing against her curled fingers, he stimulated himself against her hand. Emma tickled his anus with a fingernail, cupped his balls and placed her lips around the end of the straw.

Emma felt the contraction lift in his balls and his thighs tightened as he reared up. She watched his sperm flood the plastic straw and started to suck. It gushed into her mouth like she had sealed her lips around the end of a hose and she swallowed noisily, loud enough for him to hear what she was doing for him. The sound of her throat working brought a second contraction and along with it, a fresh spurt of semen. Emma, with the straw still between her lips, sucked and worked the gooey wad over the curve of her tongue.

After the flow had reduced to a trickle, Emma removed the straw, sucked it clean and replaced it in the night-stand. “If your students could only see you now,” Rudd chuckled as he watched Emma chase a dribble of cum with a tissue. “It would be interesting to invite a couple of the younger girls over. For a teacher demonstration...”