BLACKMAILED TEACHER

CHAPTER NINE

The kiss went on for minutes, maybe hours or years. As his lips pressed against Lucy's, Lucy was completely lost in the man's urgent passion and the sweet taste of his saliva. Most importantly, she could not deny the driving, probing tongue between his lips.

Her own lips floated open and permitted the passage into her mouth. His mouth grew wildly. It carefully ran between her teeth and lips before touching all of her teeth and stroking her rough tongue.

By the time the man left to get some air, she was gasping with a newfound passion. God, I can't handle it!"

"What's that?" he inquired.

"I must have you! Christ, you just gave me the best f**k I've ever had, and you've already got me hot for your c**k again!

"I'm a wizard. I can accomplish incredible feats." He gave her a light forehead kiss.

"So assuming you're a performer, make that prick of yours come back to life. I long to play ball again! Past the brink of the structure or on the rooftop or, heck,

in any event, falling past the brink of this Goddamn spot! That would be a real kick. Love, k******e!"

"You'll have to find someone else to give you that, my dear. I can't afford to lose my balls and your luscious, hot cunt for a fleeting moment of pure desire.

His limp p***s was discovered as her hand slipped down. She thought it was a c**k, but it wasn't. It was not limp and dry like that. A p***s was this. A c**k was a tough, long, and colorful instrument for f*****g, and it could give her cunt the most intense pleasure a human could ever experience.

She was still so condemned horny she didn't completely accept that it was conceivable. Did she just follow him? She was certain it wasn't a dream because of how it felt in her buttocks. Her a$$ was rubbing into the hard brick as she was hanging over the school's edge.

And while she was forty feet above the ground, his c**k had raped her. They would have both gone over the edge with just a slight error or brief moment of excessive passion. The thought of dying that way made her shake. In any case, it would have been more significant than passing on in some car crash. Additionally, the thought of going out that way was a lot more entertaining.

She wanted to die while she was f*****g if she had to.

His prick was the focus of her frantic work. The limp hose declined to reawaken. Regardless of how her adroit fingers functioned, it basically won't transform mystically into the f*****g stick she needed to feel driving between her legs and flooding into the most profound openings of her fuming p***y.

She sighed, "I guess the evening has worn you out."

"Maybe. Down in the darkroom was one amazing fine f**k. I'd thought it could never improve. That was worlds better up here on the roof, with you hanging over the building and relying on me and my strength as I f****d you.

She had to concur. Something about being under his control while he screwed the living damnation out of her that made it exceptional. She required support from a strong man. And Jeff Marson perfectly matched the description. He fulfilled all of her desires.

Savvy, solid, attractive and quite a stud, he could delight any lady, regardless of how horny and demanding.

However, despite his virility and manliness, his prick was categorically refusing to harden. A boner still had some time to spare. That would have to suffice for her.

She gently, almost reverently, stuffed the limp worm from his c**k into her mouth after falling to her knees. His c*m, her cunt juices, and the salty, tangy sweat that had run down his thickly muscled belly were gently washed away by her tongue.

"I love the feel of your mouth on my c**k, but it's a losing proposition," he said as he laced his hands through her raven-black hair. It's going to be some time. Become accustomed to the reality I'm not a superman. I can't f**k like those fictional men. I occasionally tire out."

She exhaled. He was accurate. Throughout the night, no one could come and go. Men were unable, whereas women could. That was the weight both had to endure under.

"How should we pass the time? Until..." her words trailed off. He understood her meaning.

until they could once more f**k like rabbits. "The moon is still in the sky high up. Additionally, there is always your juicy cunt. It probably just wants to be eaten. Let me eat p***y, woman, come here!"

On her first date, she tried to avoid his grasping hands while giggling like a schoolgirl. Everything was a big game. They would still be hot for each other while chasing her around the roof.

"Find me! Stud, if you can, catch me!"

She dashed to the building's other side after ducking his hands once more and navigating a ventilator pipe.

When they heard frantic breathing, they both stopped short. The sound was distinctive. Very much like the sound that went with it. The quiet night seemed to be overtaken by the sound of liquid squishing.

On the opposite side of a maintenance shack, two additional individuals had joined them on the roof and were having a good time.

Lucy heard a stifled voice, "God, your that's crushing my chicken level!

Keep that cunt firmly clenching at me, damn you!

"I... oh, crap! You rotten cocksucking hypocrite, f**k me! I dread it! I despise it! What's more, I couldn't care less! I'm dead!"

Lucy looked confused at Jeff. While the woman was uttering vile insults, the other couple was clearly enjoying a quick roll in the hay. She ought to have been partaking in the f*****g to the most extreme. However, it appeared as though she had conflicting emotions regarding her actions.

Both of them were curious enough to sneak to the edge of the storage shack due to this oddity—wanting to get laid but detesting the thought. They were aware that they would need to investigate the situation, as if by mutual consent. What the hell, it wasn't very polite. This was a public spot.

They looked and saw a blondie cluster of hair rippling this way and that on the rooftop top. They could only make out the reckless way the woman's legs were spread out so the boy could mount her and f**k like there was no tomorrow because her face was turned away.

The woman's legs were swaying like butterflies. She would drive her cunt into his prick by bending her hips and arching her back. Her legs almost fell flat on the roof on each side of her body at the same time.

Her cunt was hitting the boy's prick with brutal force as a result of this.

Furthermore, he clearly got off on the tightening around his rooster.

"Go, little one! Love it to death!"Jeff checked out at Lucy when the kid's face turned quickly toward them. The young man with the fiery hair, Donald Peter, was extorting money from Lucy!

Lucy murmured fiercely into Jeff's ear, "That mother lover! More than just me is being balled by that son of a b***h! Evidently, he has manipulated someone else into f*****g him."

"Is he manipulating you? How? What kind?" She hurriedly told him about Donald eating her out in class, her need for his young, lustful prick after breaking up with the coach at Eight Miles High School, and Donald seeing her and Jeff f*****g that night in the parking lot.

"Has he noticed us together? That little dipshit! I'll split him in half!"

Lucy's hand traveled to the instructor's solid bicep. She prevented him. You cannot harm him in any way. He has us all in a pickle. You, he has the balls. Consider it."

If Donald discussed this with the principal, he could fire them all.

It wasn't too far-fetched to see how they could all lose not only their jobs but also any chance of ever finding another teaching position anywhere given the school board's annual purges in search of fornicating teachers.

"His word is at odds with ours. Who'd accept a lying little prick like that?"

"Every one of the dreadful leaning individuals running this school. They need to hear the most terrible news and they'll accept anything they need. He would accomplish his goal by merely accusing us. It won't matter what happens after that if he can use blackmail to tar us.

Jeff saw the lady was correct. Donald only needed to raise the suspicion for his purposes. He didn't have to demonstrate something doomed. The only thing left to do was make the bluenosers think about how raunchy their teachers were.

They were stuck in a terrible situation.

", look! Poop, I… my t**t! Gracious God, goodness God!"

Jeff drew nearer Lucy. After circling her waist, his hands settled over her snatch. He pushed a finger all the way up into her cunt when he struck the well of her lust.

She panted and hung feebly back against his body. That finger guaranteed her to such an extent. Soon, a c**k would appear. She realized it. Also, she was getting so cap simply keeping an eye on his f*****g - f*****g Becky!

The blonde turned her head back toward them and exclaimed, "Look, Jeff, that's Becky he's balling!" Her eyes were in a bad way firmly shut and her lips were maneuvered once more into a razor-cut slim line showing how serious her energy really was.

"Christ, that little scumbag is a complete failure. I'd love to throw him over the building's edge.

"Shush. How about we simply watch." She cradled herself back and shoved her round, naked ass into the man's crotch. She sighed as she felt his hairy thighs rub against her exposed skin. Although his prick was still limp, a slight twitch indicated that he would soon be up and ready to f**k her hard and long.

She was extremely enraged by the sight of Donald f*****g Becky. She'd felt exactly the same thing when she'd kept an eye on Becky and Jeff balling. There was something tricky and notorious about this. And she didn't care one bit. It turned her on. That was sufficient.

Her cunt finger began to move around. She started stroking up and down the man's legs, primarily for support. She was weak in the knees because that finger was so skillfully exploring her t**t. She felt as if her legs were going to water.

She came when he mock-f****d by running his finger in and out of her cuticle. She was completely taken aback by it. She was groaning out her unbridled passions the same moment she caught her breath from the sudden intensity of the feelings smashing into her cunt.

He leaned against his body to support her. At the point when her eyes zeroed in once more, she saw the adolescent still ardently incredibly Becky little t**t. The woman's p***y lips were completely gaping. The point told the spying instructor that the understudy was getting an imperial f*****g.

His c**k pierced her longing curd with great force. The juices foamed and reduced out and spilled down the lady's butt to puddle on the housetop. She could see his balls swinging freely to crush against the wet right to target the lady's behind.

The prick sank completely far away between the unbending, blood-engorged p***y lips.

What's more, the lady was partaking in the virtual assault. Certainly, Wear had extorted her into this. However, her body was lying to her. She desired his sharpness. At the point when he'd began f*****g her, her t**t had been dry as a desert. She had been thrilled by the light touch of his plum-tipped prick on her cushy lips.

Then she let her double-crossing body assume control. That made it simpler. She didn't have to think about how bad he was making her feel.

Lucy was now watching the lively balling and gasping for air.

She felt a large hand cup her left thigh and wrap its arms around her. She became even weaker in the knees as the heavy hand pressed into her boob. She came back when her n****e's rubbery tip was held by fingers.

To match the sound coming from her finger-f****d cunt, lightning struck her chest. She was greatly affected by the entire scene. She couldn't even begin to describe the emotions she was experiencing as she observed Donald savage Becky.

Her gooey cunt's lingering motion was impossible to ignore. She was becoming the naive, weak woman who desperately needed a long, hard, f*****g c**k pushed into her p***y. She was barely content with the man's finger.

It rubbed and pressed into her p***y's velvet-covered walls. As he stroked, his finger became greasier and greasier from her screw liquids. He capitalized on this. He massaged her p***y lips one at a time as his finger fell out of her t**t.

Carnal electricity surged into her body as a result of the light pressure that was applied to the rigid flaps of her s*x lips. She was out of control at this point.

She was being fully awakened by her body.

Additionally, she would not have it any other way!

As he delicately fingered her c**t, she returned once more. The boy's long, hard prick driving forcefully into the other woman's softly yielding cunt was the last thing she saw before closing her eyes to ride the immense tide of her come.

That made it possible for Lucy to imagine that it was happening to her. She might have been taking full advantage of the f*****g c**k by the way her c**t throbbed and pulsed.

She wasn't just getting the finger on her c**t and the visual turn-on, though. The supple, pliable flesh was being mashed into new, wondrously delicious shapes by the hand that was covering her massive tit. As he pressed her n****e into the marshmallow-like tit underneath, he was making fun of her.

That would have been enough for her. For Jeff, not. He wanted to see to it that she got the most out of this abuse.

He tightened his grip on her left tit until the flesh oozed out of his fingers like putty. He tried to change the shape of the enormous mountain of boob. She thought he was trying to rip it off her chest because he was turning it around in circles.

Additionally, it felt so good!

"Don't stop touching my titties! I adore how your hand feels to me! You can shape it however you like!"

"I like it this way!"

The enormous jug snapped back into its original cone shape when he let go of its grip. The blanketed white tissue of the slanting boob was covered with wild red veils left by his fingers. These only increased her arousal.

Lucy heard the sounds of trapped animals. She reopened her eyes to observe the frantic f*****g that was taking place in front of her at the moment. Donald was acting crazy. His hips obscured with the speed of his f*****g. He used devilish force to drive his prick into the blonde's cunt.

The woman's groin was lifted off the roof with each forward motion. Their crotches ground together in a carnal mixture of pleasure and pain that was sloppy and wet. Her cunt was being stimulated like never before by his bush. Furthermore, the profundity of his f*****g was accomplished simply by his merciless moves.

He didn't care if her luscious lips got hurt. He was only concerned with his own pleasure.

Becky groaned, "My cunt!" "My poor, aching cunt! I'm getting sore!

I'm losing it with my muscles!"

"Quiet down, b***h. I'm f*****g you however I please."

Then, at that point, he curved his back and let out a noisy shout that tore and tore

at the seeing instructor's ears. The teen showed up.

As his c**k let out its jism, Lucy could see the young man's violent body quakes.

He attempted to drive his c**k a little bit deeper into the woman trapped's t**t each time he shook violently.

In the end, Becky came. However, Lucy knew it wasn't much of an orgasm.

It wasn't much, and the effort wasn't even worth it. In any case, while you're being coerced, what decision is there?

At that point, she was too consumed with her own emotions to pay much attention to the writhing couple on the roof. Her erect little c**t had been sensually dragged by the finger. She felt her butt scouring hard against the shaggy body squeezed solidly into her butt. His hand braced over her boob was torturing her once more. She came. And it wasn't the simple, almost pointless one that had held the blonde captive. This was a full-body orgasm that showed how much care and attention were paid to her.

She had the impression that her head was falling off.

She heard a whisper in her ear that said, "Quiet." The roar of the blood in her temples was so loud that she could barely hear it. What really mattered was whether anyone saw them.

It was good fun!

"Tranquil, damn you! That shithead, he, could hear us. And if he sticks his meathooks even deeper into our reputations, we won't be able to paddle!"

Lucy was aware that Jeff was being honest. She blew everything just because she couldn't control her lust for a few seconds, which was stupid. However, he had done everything correctly. She needed to be sated by the emotions in her luscious tummy. The manner in which her tit pulsated and consumed, she was certain it was going to pop from the energized blood pounding into it. Most importantly, she could still see the blonde's matted, fleecy lips being split by the boy's half-erect c**k.

It was a lot to hope to keep down.

Donald also heard.

The young man turned to face the groaning woman after removing his prick from the burning cunt that had been gripping him.

"Goddamn! I absolutely cannot comprehend this! You two have been watching me!

That definitely wins the award for perversity!"

Over her shoulder, Lucy glanced back at Jeff. The poop had raised a ruckus around town now.

As the victims of a young blackmailer, she, Jeff, and Becky were now in it to the hilt.