BLACKMAILED TEACHER

CHAPTER TWO

Lucy Wilmer stood after slowly straightening her skin and attempting to smooth the blouse's wrinkles. She practically fell. Due to the fantastic f*****g that her young student had given her, her legs were still rubbery and weak.

Because she was so weak, she presented herself. It could have been a reaction to coming so frequently. She questioned it. Lucy realize that she ought to never have

permitted Wear to get such a hold over her.

She took out her wallet with a sigh. She proceeded to the teachers' lounge, where she gathered a collection of books and notes. She desperately desired to be by herself and concentrate on her situation.

She also desired the ability to discuss everything.

Lucy didn't know whether she was blissful or not to see Becky Jackson, one of the unknown dialect educators. The woman was sitting and grading test papers from the previous period. The fifth period was free for Lucy and her to attend conferences. For the most part both of them lounged around wanting to get tipsy instead of confronting their 6th period classes.

Becky commented, "About finished here." Let's run away together, you and I. I think it'd be ideal to go to Mexico City. I just finished explaining to my class how beautiful it is there. What say we move away from this futile daily existence?"

Lucy only said, "Chinga."

"Oh, so the history teacher begins learning inappropriate Spanish words, right? You appear to be in a pretty bad mood. What took place?"

Lucy was hesitant. She couldn't say whether she ought to tell the other instructor or not. However, there was a thoughtful thing about the other lady. She had soft, friendly features that prevented her from ever being referred to as beautiful. Lucy knew she could trust Becky with anything she said because of her attitude.

She also informed her. For close to ten minutes, it all came out in a steady stream of words.

"So that's where I am at this very moment. I don't know what to do because I'm so lost.

Becky gave a head shake. I can see your issue. I have, you know, some experience with these things.

"No, I didn't. You mean you've wasted time with the children, as well."

"Hell, I don't know of a single teacher in this school who hasn't f****d a handsome young man or a pretty young girl. accompanies the job. See a decent ass furthermore, voila! If anyone finds out, you could be in trouble.

In disbelief, Lucy looked at the other teacher. She believed that she was almost unique, and that this was an isolated incident. Now, Becky was telling her that nearly all of the teachers had inappropriate relationships with their pupils. Additionally, she had been expelled from Eight Miles High School for hitting the teacher.

Also, the vast majority of individuals condemning her were presumably screwing the jeans off twelve teenaged understudies!

She told Becky that she felt better.

"It's not much. However, getting rid of this little creep who is trying to blackmail you will be difficult. I have no idea what to do about that off the top of my head. Sure, they want it most of the time, but they're too ashamed to tell even their closest friends."

"Or on the other hand assuming they do, their companions believe they're lying."

"Better believe it, the former 'need to feel superior' power trip. ' "Oh, yeah! I f****d the foxiest chick in school!" is the response. She and her sister were f****d by me! I've heard those youthful studs talking. Hell, I can recall how they were in school. Probably you do as well. You are not significantly older than I am.

Lucy gave her friend a serious look for the first time. Despite the fact that there was

a demeanor of confidence about Becky, it had never unfolded on the lady that she wasn't in some measure as old. Lucy may have been two or even three years older than Becky.

The blonde replied, "Twenty-six." And damned sexy for all that," she exclaimed with pride.

Lucy needed to laugh. The lady was correct. She was quite a looker.

The t**s weren't nearly as big as hers, but few of them were. Her entire body had a small, almost fragile appearance. Yet, that didn't reduce .

Becky said, getting closer to Lucy, "I get around." If I'm not mistaken, you appear to be in need of a friendly hand right now.

The woman's bare leg was lightly supported by her hand. The sensation was similar to an electric shock. Lucy didn't have the foggiest idea what to think about it. She was unable to move away from Becky and tell her to leave her alone. She needed the confirmation this lady could give. However, that hand was slowly moving up her leg. She had never seen anything like that before. What exactly was Becky expecting from her?

"Lust relax and let me show you what it's like," Becky said, as if the blonde had just spoken the response.

She trembled as her slender fingers found the other teacher's bare t**t. The woman felt the light touch of her fingers on her pouty lips. She moaned softly and said, "No, no! " as the feminine finger curled around her erect c**t. This is not true. Don't!"

She quietly responded, "Don't worry about it."

After that, Becky kissed Lucy squarely on the lips by bending over. She had been shook a lot by the hand. More than she needed to concede, the kiss was much more frightening. She parted her lips, half out of surprise and half out of protest.

When the other woman thrust her tongue into her mouth, she was even more surprised. The hot tongue stroked and touched hers until she was heaving in enthusiasm.

She cannot be experiencing this. She was too hot and annoying for another woman. She just was. Becky was activating her. She was in fact getting hot from another lady kissing her and caressing her grab.

She severed the kiss and said, "What's going on? None of this makes any sense to me. Why are you treating me like this?

"Is it not nice?"

Her hand slipped under her pouty lips. Her crotch was covered in tiny tingles that spread like wildfire.

She was now pouring out her sexy fluids. In one more moment, she'd be asking this lady to finger screw her.

"No!"

"I figure you do. Just let it out. if not to me, to yourself."

Lucy wriggled awkwardly, however she was unable to compel herself to move away from the lady's questing hand. That hand was firmly pressed into the bulge of her p***y mound before she could react.

"Hmm, it looks like you don't have any pants!"

Lucy did not respond. She was unable to inform the woman that Donald had taken the items. To do what with them, she was unable to say, however it was no question

something absolutely vulgar.

"What's more, you're succulent! All for my use?

"Y-you ought not be doing this. It's wrong!" "Why not? Doesn't doing this make me feel good? And that?"

Her deft fingers stroked over the lady's erect c**t. An electrical jolt charm speared into her body. She softly moaned and sank a little into the chair. She was affected by the magic of the fingers. She wanted to voice her disapproval and say this was wrong. She wouldn't be able to. Her throat was sore from the words.

She let the pleasure flow like water through her body. As the other teacher began finger-f*****g her cunt, the soft and warm sensation was quickly replaced by a more pressing need.

"No, ohhhhh, no, don't! It's just too good!"

Becky grinned and dropped to her knees. " I think you'll like this even more."

The other woman's cunt was held in place by her mouth. The cunt lips were pressed against the blood-saturated soft lips. The unpleasant wet tongue started licking and

lapping all around the length of her s***h. Her cunt's thick juices were quickly sucked in and enjoyed loudly.

However, she did not end there. Her tongue screamed and smashed hard against the minuscule column of straight c**t. Lucy's cunt felt a new surge of need every time that venomous tongue bit. She sensed that she was getting weaker.

No longer might she at some point fight.

She would even not like it!

She was having too much fun biting her tongue.

"Ummm, you taste great!" shouted Becky, gazing toward the lady.

She had a wicked gleam in her eye and cunt juice was glistening on her lips. She had more than basically eating a p***y at the forefront of her thoughts.

"Try not to stop," asked Lucy. " Not at the present time, not when you have me turned on so Goddamn much!"

"You'll have to work for it." Becky performed an acrobatic upturn, allowing her skid to fall over her head. However, as a result, both her pants and her already wet snatch were placed in the other woman's mouth.

"Do you expect me to... do the same thing for you?"

Lucy asked, unsure in the event that she ought to or not.

"Do it, please! Now, too! Before we are discovered by anyone who enters!"

Lucy had never once considered that. They could be eating each other's p*****s if any of the other teachers entered. She would undoubtedly be fired for that. She lost her sense of common sense due to the proximity of the other woman's p***y, the smell, and the sight of it. So what in the event that she were gotten? This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance! She was determined not to let it go!

She skinned the pants down to the point where the blonde's flowing gash was visible. Already stained with blood, the p***y lips were hard and throbbing.

She stuffed her face right into the woman's legs' vee.

Her tongue, lips, and nostrils were stung by the taste. The other woman's cunt sauce was too much for her. She licked, lapped, and then c****d-hardly pushed her tongue into the gaping cunt.

She felt the other lady give back in kind. They quickly started fluttering around in the velvet-lined passages, their tongues in both cunts. Due to her reaction, Lucy was close to crying. She could scarcely hold back herself. She pressed her face even harder into the woman's crotch because she wanted to scream but wasn't sure if it would draw attention.

She kept going because the cunt juice had an acidic taste.

Reprimanding out, she looked for and searched out all the right nerves. She ensured that the other woman was consuming her youthful life. She never left a single spot unpunched. She was experiencing the same thing between her own legs.

She was taken by the thumping sensation of an approaching orgasm. She made an effort to contain it. She was becoming stingy. She desired to experience an enormous orgasm to its fullest extent. She wanted to go all the way, and she wasn't content with the insignificant ones that only caused a brief ache in her body before disappearing.

With the other lady's knowing tongue on her c**t, she thought it was going to be conceivable this time.

In her belly, the s****l tensions were getting worse. The hazy contractions along her cunt were getting stronger. Her breath came out quickly and harshly. She began tongue-f*****g the t**t so wantonly opened for her with an inclination moving toward free for all.

The dam within her body then burst. She came down the narrow valley with the force of millions of gallons of water. The effect of the physical and close to home come was a lot for her.

She moaned and shook and cried and unashamedly let the tears roll down her cheeks.

It came to an end then. Too rapidly. She required more. She had to work even harder to make the other woman tongue-f**k her cunt.

She started running her unpleasant, wet, pink tongue all around the blonde and bristly strands encompassing the other lady's t**t opening. She didn't miss a single spot. The entire area around her cunt mouth was swabbed slowly by her tongue. After that, the juicy t**t was punctured by a stab from her tongue.

The teacher could feel the other woman's body becoming more tense. A caught the creature 's sound told her the instructor was coming. She was overcome with excitement. She was the one to blame. In fact, she had brought in another woman.

Lucy needed a greater amount of this thrilling lesbian mouth love. She had never in her most out of control imaginings figured another lady could get her this hot. She was mistaken. She also wanted to learn what she had been missing for far too long.

Becky escaped after squirming in her grasp. "God, someone's coming," she exclaimed as she quickly pulled down her skirt.

"Yes! Me!"

"Shut up, your eyes are damned! "Out in the hallway, I meant!"

Lucy hesitantly fixed her skirt for the second time that day. When Jeff Marson entered the teachers' lounge, she briefly grinned. He was the chemistry professor who had a thing for skirt-wearing people. She wasn't sure which was worse: him actively pawing at all the female teachers or his chemistry department counterpart, old Mr. Hunt, who looked like a prune and was long past his prime.

She told Becky with reluctance, "I'd better be going." Her cunt's gnashing hunger was not going to let up. It was attempting to consume her. She would go mad from unfulfilled lust if she didn't get balled by a real man's prick soon.

Without even looking back at Jeff Marson, Lucy dashed out of the room.