Lorraine could barely breath as the man's cock thrust deep into her throat. She gagged as he ground his hairy groin against her bruised lips, groaning as he came in huge sticky gushes. It was all she could do to breathe; trying to swallow enough of his sperm to allow her to get some oxygen into her lungs between the thrusts of is big hairy cock.

Finally the man was done. Loraine pulled his softening shaft out from between her lips. Vaguely she could hear the nasty 'plopping' sound as his meat slithered out of her throat and then out from between her slime coated lips. Lorraine gasped for breath and felt the mattress wobble as her anonymous lover rose to his feet and began to move away into the darker region of the big room.

Lorraine had no idea who the man had been. Whether he was 20 or 60 years old; what race he was, or if he'd been handsome or ugly. He could have even been a dirty old street bum for all she knew. A familiar shiver went through her body at the thought of the sexually transmitted diseases that she could've just contracted. But that fear hadn't stopped her from being there again.

Lorraine lay in the dark with her last lover's smell still permeating the air around her. He'd been drinking beer and had sweat profusely while he'd been eagerly fucking her. Lorraine didn't mind the smell of him, especially that of an aroused man. Actually the smell of testosterone and sweat was an aphrodisiac to the 40 year-old high school teacher, and had been for the past six months. Lorraine knew what she was doing was utterly stupid and dangerous, but ever since she'd first heard of this place she'd thought of nothing else.

Besides being a high school teacher Lorraine was a student councilor, having a degree in psychology made her the perfect candidate to fill in for the 2 over worked counselors at her school. When Lorraine had first heard about the unsafe sexual practices of one of her students she was understandably concerned and had called the young man into her office. His name was Roger, a boy of 18; he was what the teenage girls called a 'hunk' with just the right body proportions and a winning smile.

When Lorraine finally got the young man to admit that he'd been frequenting an 'anonymous sex club' and that many of his school buddies were doing the same thing she read him the riot act and made him promise that he would never go there again.

At first she thought about telling the boy's parents. She knew that he wasn't going to stop this unsafe behavior. She knew it as surely as she knew anything. The handsome boy would go back again and again, once any teenage boy had sex, they'd easily become addicted to it and want to do it often.

Lorraine agonized over the problem of young Roger's safety. Finally after several days, having followed the boy to the place of sin and having watched as he disappeared inside the front door she decided to take action.

If Roger wouldn't stop taking these crazy risks with his health then she would just have to stop him. Lorraine marched up to the door of the big old house. It was an old Edwardian style house with a wrap around front porch. She noticed that all of the windows had tinfoil pasted over then.

The door opened a crack at her demanding knock and a dim face looked out. "Yes?" was all the person said.

"Let me in please," was all she could think to say in response. All of a sudden there was a strange lump in her throat. Was it fear-- excitement?

To her surprise the person opened the door to her, and she walked in with the intention of getting to the bottom of this obviously illegal operation.

But before Lorraine could walk more that 10 feet into the forayer the door closing behind her blotting out all light. She stumbled into what she thought was the arched doorway of a big high ceilinged living room. She couldn't see anything clearly, but had briefly noticed the features of the room before the door closed.

Lorraine recovered herself just in time to feel a pair of hands at her waist. "Got cha," was all the man said, but Lorraine knew that voice. It was Roger's voice.

She didn't say a word, actually she didn't even breathe. Lorraine was finding it hard to breathe at that moment, what with her heart in her throat. Roger was holding her by the waist and she could feel his strong fingers digging into her pliant flesh through the material of her dress.

"C'mon baby lets go," was all the boy said, but Lorraine didn't try to explain, she didn't pull back. All she could do was imagine what handsome young Roger would feel like naked, what he'd do to her if she let him. It was a fantasy that Lorraine wanted to explore even though she knew it was terribly wrong.

The high school teacher followed silently behind her student, her hand firmly in his as he lead her through several rooms with sounds of sex all around them. Lorraine tried to see who was there but it was just too dark. There were only ghostly phantoms, gray-white shapes writhing about on mattresses and groans and moans of lustful pleasure floating up to her as they passed through. The smell of sex was everywhere.

Suddenly Roger turned toward her and began to remove her blouse. Lorraine just stood there in the pitch black and let him do it. She even helped by removing her skirt and underwear. To her surprise Roger was already naked. She found this out when he took her hand and placed it on his stiff erection.

It had been literally years since Lorraine had been in a sexual relationship. The last time she'd had sex with a man was during a blind date almost two years before and it hadn't been anything to write home about. The guy had been 55 and he'd had some kind of problem. He could barely get it up and the sex they'd had was uninspired and boring.

This on the other hand was anything but boring. Lorraine was about to break every law there was. Legally she was going to have sex with a boy whom she taught, a student from her own school. Roger was technically a minor even though you'd never know it in the dark. And what about the moral and safety issues? This was crazy.