BLACKMAILED TEACHER

CHAPTER ONE

As Lucy sat in her wooden chair with a high back, she squirmed nervously.

The essences of the exhausted understudies told her they didn't have the foggiest idea what was making her so anxious.

They would have been much more attentive if they had known that she had a boy's tongue that was eagerly lapping up and down the inside of her thigh and pushing toward her gooey cunt.

However, they were unaware that their classmate Donald was hiding under the history teacher's desk. They were unaware that her skirts were high-waisted. They also had no idea what she was going through at the time, as the boy's tongue pounded ruthlessly into her luscious genitals.

"Uh, and who can tell me when the Constitution was ratified?" "Uh, and who, ," She stutters. She was finding it harder and harder to continue talking. As that lapping tongue got closer to her hot little p***y, the words became muddled together.

"Uh, 1789?" From the back of the room, a faint voice spoke.

Lucy Wilmer lacked the ability to think. The date might have been correct or it might have been ridiculously off-base. She only cared about getting her tongue sucked out.

"Good. Now, class, go ahead and read the next chapter while I fix your tests from yesterday.

From beneath her desk, a faint snicker was heard. Donald was taking pleasure in the sense of control he had over her. She was afraid to confront him about it. It would be too much of a humiliation to be discovered with the boy licking her t**t and hiding under her skirt.

In addition, she would be fired so quickly that she would not know what had happened for a full week.

She was able to get a better look at her cunt by leaning back in the desk chair and straightening her legs. Her cunt juices were slurped up by his rough, wet pink tongue. Ever closer came to her p***y lips. She arrived as his tongue brushed against the filthy lips.

It wasn't like fireworks going off and the heavens falling. She took a quick breath in and felt a warmth spread throughout her body.

She could feel her t**s pressing firmly against her bra. She wished for the millionth time that she wasn't wearing it. She wanted to scream as the cloth rubbed her tender titties and chafed.

In any case, obviously, that was impossible. Educators didn't shout for not a really obvious explanation in that frame of mind of class.

His tongue entered her cunt hole by slipping it under one of the flapping cunt lips. She reacted with a shiver. Her spine was slammed by cold and hot surges. To avoid yelling something indecent like "Tongue-f**k me, Donald darling," she had to bite her lower lip. I want to feel how deeply your wet tongue is piercing my tiny cunt!"

She was not allowed to utter those words, no matter how much she wanted to. Her student was aware of it. It was fun for him to put her in these situations. He had pinched her ass, ran his hand up under her skirt, and done other things that would normally have him expelled before he had eaten her out in public like this.

However, Lucy Wilmer was afraid to report her teen student for disciplinary action. Not when she and Donald had been having s*x since school started. She couldn't actually recall how it had begun. She and a friend had attended a school football game. Before they had escaped his vehicle, they'd shared a joint.

Her brain had become clouded by the noxious vapors of the drug. Either she had broken up with her date in some way, or he had left her for another woman. Donald had been present and was more than willing to assist his history teacher.

Perhaps she'd made the play for him. Perhaps he had recognized the opportunity and seized it. It didn't make any difference. Under the stadium, they had f****d like rabbits.

They were down there f*****g long after the game was over and they had won.

He would eat her p***y until she showed up when she had exhausted him.

By then, he'd have his erection back. The teen was an unrelenting s*x offender. He could screw the entire evening and frequently did.

He had been relentlessly after her ever since. She had a perfect sense of the lion's grip on his trap. Anything a sixteen-year-old horny kid did was just fine. a well-known history instructor at Walter Williams Memorial High.

School couldn't bear the cost of the smallest sprinkle of embarrassment.

She might actually find out why she had been asked to leave the other high school in the city quietly. Lucy Wilmer was over-sexed. When she got the chance for a good f**k, she couldn't handle herself. She had been caught in the locker room of Eight Miles High School f*****g the football coach shortly after a game... If a few of the students hadn't seen them, everything would have been fine. It wasn't, though. Lucy had to take a job at Williams High, and she was ashamed to leave town.

She gave in to the sensual sensations that were assaulting her body. His tongue went deep into her genital area. After that, he started biting her tongue with more force than she could have imagined. Because it was so long and hard, he might have had a sharp tongue.

He sucked all the gushing love juices out of her t**t while swirling like a tornado in her cunt hole. His lips squeezed solidly against hers as his tongue attempted frantically to uncover as far as possible into her hot, damp little cunt.

She came back as his soft lips stroked her c**t. The instructor was aware that she was now profusely sweating. There was no other explanation than s*x in the crisp autumn air. Also, as hip as her understudies were, it wouldn't take them long to sort out why she was panting like a fish out of

water and jerking around on her seat like it was energized.

Fortunately for the instructor, class ended when the bell rang. She was limp as a dish cloth and feeling the full impacts of the kid's tongue working all around her grab.

She spoke shakily, "Remember your homework is due tomorrow." Dismissed!"

They shot out of the study hall like a rocket sled on rails. The room was completely empty in less than a minute. Apart from her and the teenager intently sucking on her c**t, the space is empty.

She said to the boy who was hiding under her desk, "C-come on up, Donald." It required a couple of moments for him to unbend his long, lanky legs. She hadn't noticed the lines of gold in his fiery red hair before.

He flashed a wide grin. I enjoyed sucking on your little cunt, didn't you?

"It was wrong of you to do it. You might have gotten us both into a shitload of difficulty!" She exploded. "Shitload? Tch, such language and from an educator, as well. Furthermore, don't give me any of that production that you could have done without the vibe of my tongue up your t**t or my lips all around your p***y lips."

He exuded confidence and smugness. The remnants of her luscious juice that he had failed to savor were clearly visible in the gleam emanating from his lips. When she looked at him, she shuddered. In a moment of overindulgence, she had created a monster. How was she going to get rid of him?

He said, "Let's do something a little bit more satisfying." Bounce up on your work area and spread. You have such lovely legs. I assume I need to cover my pecker in that gooey t**t of yours."

"Now look, Don, this has gone too far!"

"Doll, the hell it has. It's simply beginning. To put it simply, "Gosh, Miss Walker, you and I, the principal, maybe the PTA, and all those busybodies constantly talking about child porno... think of the field day the newspapers would have if they discovered one of their high teachers was actually seducing one of her students."

She looked at him square without flinching and concluded he wasn't feigning. If she didn't let him f**k her, he would immediately publish his story in the newspapers.

She had no choice but to comply with his directive. They wouldn't believe her in this day and age of society. Additionally, Don was able to fabricate an account that was so terrifying that everyone wanted to believe it was true.

He could perceive them about wild bashes that never occurred, how she had practically assaulted him, how she screwed canines while compelling him to watch, how she did all kinds of distorted things!

"Agreed, Don. She didn't really believe it when she said, "This is the last time, but there will be no more after this quickie." He could do it again and again if he could force her to f**k her this time. She was his s*x slave.

Sex slave to a sixteen-year-old satyr!

She bounced up onto her work area and hung her long, thin white legs over the side. She felt his spit drying on the internal parts of her thighs. She slightly flexed her legs to let the fresh, cool air flow in through the window. She froze as it stroked her crotch.

It wouldn't be that awful, allowing the kid to screw her. He was an incredible cocksman. He knew every one of the moves. He would also become the best stud she had ever had in a few years. She was unquestionably providing him with all of that and more—practice is all that is required. "God, I just can't get over how beautiful you look!" He said the words through his teeth, whistling.

Her tender body was raked by his eyes. She weighed a hefty 29 pounds. The only word for it was: lush. She had more t**s than any man could handle. Furthermore, it would take somebody with immense hands to try and circle those delicious piles of titflesh.

He wished she hadn't been sporting that awful bra. He jumped at the chance to see her areolas jabbing hard and mushroom-like against her shirt. The n*****s would drag and rub against the fabric when he opened the blouse to spill the delicious flesh melons, making her even hotter.

However, it wasn't just those two boob mounds that attracted him like a magnet. She lacked any flab and had a trim waist. He could almost wrap his hands around her waist. Also, assuming he did, all he would

track down would be an energetic, all-alive, all-cherishing lady.

He was most enraged, however, by her sexy ass perched on the desk's edge. He adored the womanly flare of the lady's behind. He could really shake off his rocks and f**k her by thinking about that cushion, which is soft and springy.

He extended his hand and grabbed one of her ankles with each.

He quickly moved between her spread-out legs after lifting. His c**k was hammering long, hard, and desperately. He would most certainly lose his wad if he didn't get into that longing, juicy cunt right away.

He ordered, "Get that skirt up high."

She complied. Because he had already taken off her pants, all he could see when she pulled the material up to her waist was a sparkling gash in her cunt.

The raven dark fur encompassing her t**t opening was sparkling with her energized t**t sauce.

He said, licking his lips, "God, you got a beautiful snatch." As he drew her legs closer to his sides, his hands slightly shook. He adored the way the delicate, smooth tissue scoured against his body. This was about as good as getting her completely naked in a bed to f**k him.

As his hands moved up her legs, she trembled. The silken skin streamed under his hold until he was measuring the expands of her asscheeks. After a brief groan, she opened her eyes to examine the space between his legs. An ugly red prick was protruding from his pants.

He was prepared to spit.

She was also prepared for him.

"Hurry, you damned thing! She encouraged me.

Her need made her body shake. She had to feel how hard and long he was f*****g her. Her cunt's hollow feeling had grown to the point where it threatened to eat her. The eating out he'd given her had just touched off the flames of desire in her body. Nothing under a full scale f*****g would perhaps extinguish her seething cravings now.

"So you're hot enough for my c**k, right?" He stated: Okay, educator, I'll give it to you! Deep as balls!"

He hurried ahead. Furthermore, his aim was precise. With the turgid head of his c**k, he split her p***y lips before diving deeply into her cunt's humid channel. When she snatched his purple-headed c**k, they all gasped in unison.

She slightly shook her arse off the desk. She attempted to push her body down hard around his outlandishly lengthy prick. Although he lacked bulk, his c**k was extremely long.

She closed her eyes and shuddered once more. She focused on the way her body was responding to this severe f*****g.

He just shoved his prick into her steamy-hot t**t without any skill. Before entering her softly yielding body, the blunt end of his c**k did not annoy or terrify her. There were no affectionate remarks; he didn't say he adored her. Why ought he to lie? They were both aware that this was only physical s*x. They were f*****g since they were both homier than damnation. Also, having his prick buried all the way up her cunt felt good. Motives are not explained in detail. It was pleasant.

"Keep going, dammit! Move! I want to feel your c**k moving inside of me!"

She didn't like it when he laughed at her, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. He was the one in charge. He was in charge, despite the fact that she was the teacher and he was her student. She felt ashamed to cringe at the manner in which he was threatening her. It shouldn't happen to a dog, but she was clearly experiencing it.

But what delightful torture!

Like a racehorse that was getting ready to be loaded into a starting gate, his c**k was pulsing and bucking. She had the impression that she could even feel the lines of his long prick. Every time his heart beat, the deep blue vein on top of his c**k throbbed with lust. As his lust increased, the skin folds all along his prick gradually vanished. There was less loose skin the more he wanted her and the more her steaming hot cunt worked its magic on his prick. Soon, the skin along his c**k was stretched as taut as a drum head.

The woman could feel the s****l tensions growing inside of her. She had lost her breath at the single swift entry all the way up into her t**t. Presently she upheld her weight on her hands, body shook back, legs locked around the kid's body as though she were apprehensive he could get away.

There wasn't any opportunity that would occur. As much as she wanted him to, he wanted to smear her.

"s**t, you have the hottest cunt imaginable! Nancy, you're even hotter than that slutty cheerleader!"

The instructor could have done without him contrasting her with the one team promoter who would put out for any of the folks who inquired. She recalled hearing about a wild party at which Nancy pulled a train that was twelve men long and then demanded more. At long last, the whole ball group had assaulted her.

Furthermore, she was as yet horny and hot for more chicken.

Then, at that point, all such contemplations were driven from her psyche. He started f*****g her with long, deep hip movements. His prick slipped back down her well-greased cunt, breaking her turgid p***y lips with just a glance. The pink folds shuddered like leaves in the breeze. Then he gradually stuffed his prick once more into her squeezed up sediment.

"More quickly, oh, ummm, oh, your c**k! It's so lengthy! But oh my God!

I'm so sorry, my little cunny! I'd like to feel you moving within me!

"Want to get screwed, huh? Really want it?" he insisted.

"Don't play with me! f**k me up! I love your c**k so much. It gives me energy. I'm going crazy! I'm dead!"

"It appears that you want this!"

He interspersed his final word with a sharp internal development of his hips.

He ground his shrub into the lady's. Her luscious juices trickled down his legs and around the thick plug of his prick. Really he didn't snicker. Be that as it may, it felt better for him.

She was lovely. She was enticing. Additionally, she was hornier than hell for him! He was a young stud in one of this mature woman's classes, and he was having a ball with her like any other college guy, if not better. He felt more and more in control of her. A small amount of disdain for the woman was mixed with a significant amount of desire. His prick was held in place by her cunt like it would never let go.

He pulled back, breaking her stranglehold on his rooster. He stopped when only the tip of his throbbing c**k was still inside her cunt. His eyes were wet with sweat as it dripped down his face. He had to ignore it. As he f****d this willing but completely wanton high school teacher, he wanted to see everything.

She was biting her lower lip with sufficient force to draw blood once more. Her cheek's tiny river of red was going completely unnoticed. She was too enveloped with the chicken crashing hard into her t**t.

That was her universe. That hard man meat axis was the center of everything.

He was unable to see the piercing green of her irises because her eyes were tightly closed. The wild strands of her dark hair flew this way and that, however wanton as she seemed to be. She raised the hem of her skirt in front of her so that he could see the cunt she was so eagerly f*****g.

The pink scalloped, inward p***y lips jabbed out and salaciously kissed his chicken. His prick's red pillar repeatedly entered and exited her cuddly mouth. His prick rubbed sensuously against her cunt walls as the juices from her snatch lubricated his c**k to the point where he felt almost no friction.

But even though he didn't feel the friction at the time, he was still getting a lot out of the f*****g. He was hardened by the sight of him bringing the woman to such a state of arousal. However, the real thrill came from feeling that cunt's clinging soft grip on his c**k.

He could not have found a berth with a more silky feel if he had f****d into a velvet-lined slot. Additionally, her cunt's boiling heat threatened to melt him.

"Hey, here it is!" He sputtered. His hips then burst into a wild f*****g frenzy.

As he drove his prick into her tiny p***y, he worked tirelessly. He gasped for air as she violently sucked his prick into her. However, he never slowed down. His prick shot into and out of her gooey t**t like lightning.

She was now bursting with life. Even her most deeply entrenched nerves were being touched by his c**k. She was allowing him to have his will with her. She was taken aback by the way he raped her.

Her loins were warmed by the heat. The sexy juices dissipated as his prick continued to pounce on her. She felt his naked c**k against her cunt's trembling walls. She put a lot of pressure on his buried c**k with muscles in her stomach.

She arrived after he grunted. She was completely overcome by the overwhelming sensation. She lifted her butt up off the work area once more and had a go at bumping herself to get considerably a greater amount of his delightful prick into her poor t**t.

Wandering aimlessly, she pushed herself down into his crotch. His c**k went even deeper into her cunt, which was softly held. A small fire grew out of the warmth. The minuscule blast burst into a blinding blast that shook her teeth together hard.

She arrived.

Her speech had long since lost its cohesion. With a long, passionate "Aaaaieeee!" she broke free. that shook the windows in the room. She at this point not minded in the event that anybody saw them, heard them. She was now letting go of her feelings.

"God, stop being so loud!" he murmured. " If someone sees us..." She wasn't paying attention, though. She was paying attention to the call of her t**t. Lust was now shining brightly. The woman's repressed passions were being stoked by his c**k until she could break free.

She came back as he continued to f**k her. Her c**t brushed against his perspiration soaked shrub. Her passions once more broke free with just this brief stimulation.

She felt like a machine gun at that point. She repeatedly appeared.

She was stung by his sting; she came. His pubic hair brushed her aroused c**t lightly; She arrived faster.

"More, oh sweet Jesus, grant me more!"

Then, at that point, she felt the hot flood of his jism as it splattered into her t**t. She strained her sexy muscles once more to take in every precious drop of the teen's s*x. He tried to really f**k the living hell out of her by grunting and rocking back and forth.

She milked his prick completely dry of all its lead-heavy c*m after taking his prick all the way up her cunt.

He sighed as his limp as a worm c**k fell from her t**t. He told her, wiping the sweat from his eyes, "You're one hell of a lay." I wish I could continue to f**k you, but enough is enough. Right now. He turned and left her sitting on the desk, tucking his prick into his jeans. As he shut the door behind him, he didn't say anything.

Between her unkempt legs, Lucy looked down. Her t**t lips were marginally open. His jism flowed continuously from her genital area.