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 Black Listed Teacher 7 Both Ben and Josh sat in the middle of the trucks
back seat with their pants puddled at their ankles as Cora knelt before
them sucking.

   She flipped her helmet bob hairdo behind her left ear as she swiveled
her face over the guy's dicks eagerly.

   Josh squinted his eyes lustily as he watched her polish Ben's dark knob.
She was diving down 5-6 inches on Ben's wet pole as her right hand
pleasured Josh's dick.

   "Gawk, gurk, splssm, splssm!" her lips droned on Ben's wet dick which
glistened with a mix of her saliva and his pre-cum.

   Ben for his part, teasingly spanked her juicy left hip after flipping
her thin green sundress above her lush waist.

   A couple minutes later, Ben lifted her cute face off his dick and shoved
her toward Josh where her lips collided sexily with his rigid dick.

   Cora didn't get the choking feeling when she sucked Josh, but she got
stronger burst of dick flavor from him because of the tight foreskin on his
uncut cock.  She slurped and sucked on each pole in turn.  Keeping eye
contact with whichever guy she was not sucking as if to say, "I'll be back
in a moment."

   Ben wanted to screw the little nerdy sex pot but knew it was best for
them to hurry to warehouse and carry out the haul which was going to make
the three of them wealthy and happy.

   Cora shivered slightly as she sat behind the wheel wearing a cheap
blonde wig.  Her moist pussy throbbed with desire as she was eager to
finish the job and get down to Galveston and party with Ben.  She could now
hear the guys pulling the two pallet-jacks of merchandise up to the gate
where she was parked.

   Ben had cut the lock on the gate.  Josh rendered the CCTV camera blind
by spray painting the fish-eye lens.  The camera recorded but no image was
visible back at the private security monitoring center in Pasadena.

   Simple beige nylon stockings over their faces for added concealment even
though the camera was disabled.  As with Cora's blonde wig, Ben planned
thoroughly to increase the odds of success.  In the Army as a Sapper he had
been part of many special operations raids and new the value of caution and
planning.

   With the merchandise loaded the three took off onto IH 45 South to
Galveston to hide the booty with Cora driving and still wearing her blonde
wig.

   Getting home at almost 1130 pm had seen Carol exhausted from the
punishment circus at the hands of Carnes and his crew.  As exhilarating as
the sex had been she was not eager for any more punishment play.

   She showered and fell into a deep and exhaustive sleep, waking late the
next day.  And deciding to call and invite Trautman to a home cooked
afternoon supper.

   He was eager to see her again and agreed to come over early enough to
complete the repair of her taillight before their supper.

   Carol was eager to see him also for she had decided to tell her problems
to the rugged engineer about her dual blackmail situations.  She would ask
his help in getting out of the clutches of both blackmailers.

   She was bandbox neat when he arrived and looked like a picture of
suburban loveliness.  Dressed in a modest 60s style dress, cinched in at
her trim waist by a wide, shiny black patent-leather belt.  The dress fit
her saucily with a deep plunging cleavage that put a lot of her creamy 38C
breast meat on display.

   Additionally she wore shiny black leather pump sandals with four inch
heels and sand toned thigh high stockings with a lacy pink garter belt.

   Ben's hands trailed down to clasp Cora's buttocks.  Her hips were wide
but fairly firm.  She had once been heavier but had lost a smidge of
weight. His fingers felt the tiny creases where her ass joined her thighs.
In a quick movement, he dropped to his knees.  He pressed his face against
the black bush of her cunt.  She traced the hollows of his ears with her
fingers.  He lowered his mouth to meet the opening of her cunt.  And he
kissed the length and the width of it.  He heard her sigh.  He opened his
mouth to try to suck it within him.

   Her legs began to tremble, He arranged himself so that he was seated on
the floor with his legs in front of him.  He forced open her legs and
guided her hips to ease her onto his shoulders, her legs reaching to the
floor behind him.  His mouth still held her cunt, as he loved to munch on
juicy pussy.

   She dug her toes into the carpet as her own warmth and the warmth of his
mouth flooded her groin.  Her eyes briefly glanced out the hotel window as
she noticed the early afternoon sun.  She squirmed against Ben's dark face
as he began to lick the inside of each pussy lip.  He felt her dripping
cunt undulating against his mouth.  His dick grew hard.  He pursed the lips
of his mouth and pushed them as far as he could into her.  The sides of her
cunt secreted sweet moisture around his mouth.  His tongue searched for her
clitoris.  She felt him probing and tried to move to make her clitoris
contact his tongue.

   Oh she loved when Ben or Josh went down on her.  It was the only time
she felt in control of her situation where Ben was concerned.

   With Josh busy securing the old surf shop where they hid the merchandise
and getting his truck washed and serviced, she and Ben had time to make
love.

   She rubbed her dripping cunt back and forth over his mouth.  He found
her clitoris at last.  All her body trembled convulsively as he licked it,
sucked it with just the tip of his lips, and threatened it with his teeth.
She pounded her hips into his face.

   Ben felt his dick stretching rigidly in the air, his balls drawn up
tight against his ass ridge.  He slid from beneath her.  With glazed eyes,
she turned to watch him.  He seated himself near her.  Tenderly, he
embraced her.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth.  She sucked greedily
on his tongue, tasting her own feminine sap.  She was ready to be fucked
hard, she had been ever since turning over the magnetic security badge to
her lover.

   Carol was giddy with excitement hearing Trautman in the garage working.
She became aware now of the wetness that had seeped down from between her
vibrantly tingling pussy lips to dampen the narrow panty crotch under her
dress.  She writhed against the sofa, clutching her full thighs tensely
together, the muscular action only causing further sensations of erotic
delight to ripple through her pelvis and belly.  She hoped he would want
sex with her after their meal.  She remembered how he had screwed her with
such urgency on this very sofa.  "Paul, the supper is ready please come in
now and eat." Her voice lilted out into the garage.

   Carol made a sensible light supper of fish, vegetables and salad with a
Chardonnay wine.  She eagerly set about telling Trautman of her troubles as
she sat across from him her voice slightly husky.

   "Paul, I don't know what to do with both of these evil men black mailing
me.  Please say you'll help me figure a way out."

   He looked at her pensively before saying.  "What can I do?" "I don't
know these guys, or how to find them." They bantered back and forth about
the dilemma she faced.  Finally she got up and came around the table and
stood before the handsome engineer.

   "Paul, I like you and you've been so good to me.  If you just give me a
chance and help me.  I'm sure we could...have a future." She whispered out
after a pause, her heart banging in her chest, her guts rolling with
anxiety at being rejected.

   This was certainly turning more favorable than he had imagined when he
banged the shopping cart into her car a few weeks back.  He could feel his
8 inch uncut cock grow turgid in his brief and slacks as he listened.  "So
you will date me if I get you out of this trouble with the school guy and
these vets?"

   "Mmmm, yes!" she whispered.  "Yes!" Slowly kneeling before his chair,
her mouth was almost watering that she had to swallow to prevent herself
from drooling.

   Trautman unbuckled his slacks and flopped his cock out of his briefs. 
The man's enormous cock, moist with sweat, came twitching through his fly.
She could see his balls and part of his pubic growth.  She knew she'd never
see a more exciting sight in her life, and she admitted to herself that she
loved naked males.  Young or old, black or white.  She loved sucking cock.
Why fight it?  Why pretend?

   She kissed the swollen purple head of Paul's stiff dick peeping from his
foreskin, thrilling to the silky-hot feel of his cock against her sensitive
lips.  She felt her lips swell and tingle, as if they were her pussy lips.
She fastened her lips over the tip of the cockhead, sucking gently, tasting
a warm droplet of Trautman's pre-cum fuck sap.

   She sat back on her legs for a moment and then reached for his briefs
and slacks and tugged them down to his feet.  Carol then leaned in toward
his groin.  His brownish sac was wrinkled, his plum-sized balls throbbing
and rolling inside.  She shoved her nose under the base of the man's cock
and smooched each of his firm balls.  Then she lapped at his hairy sac,
covering every inch of it with her wet tongue, licking down underneath the
sac to get at the special spot between Trautman's nuts and his asshole.

   As she sucked the tender flesh under his balls, the engineer moaned. 
When she moved back up to suck his cock, she discovered his dick pointing
almost straight up at the ceiling, the veins along its splitting-hard pole
puffed out and ready to burst, its swollen dickhead ready to pop out of the
foreskin sheath, dick-lube bubbling out of its gaping piss-slit and sliding
like thick tears down the underside of the quivering shaft.

   "Oh beautiful, let me suck it.  It's so sexy!" she whispered out.  She
began to lap up and down its underside, its skin silky and hot under her
tongue.  She had an ally now, and she would do anything to keep him on her
side.

   Trautman groaned, mumbling, "Oh yes suck it baby!" as he humped it into
her mouth.  Carol grabbed his hot dick and began to jack his cock, peeling
the moist foreskin back and forth, off and on the dickhead.  The smell of
his dick was more pungent than the smell of other cocks.  She'd always
noticed that about uncut cocks--they smelled stronger.

   She opened her mouth and swallowed the entire now uncapped cockhead,
holding his dick in her mouth so she could enjoy the salty taste. 
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, giggling to herself.  Delicious!  And so hot and
sexy! She sucked the dickhead, twirling her tongue around, cleaning his
sturdy dick.  She probed the outline of the head--mushroom shaped on its
topside and arrow shaped on its backside.  Then she wiggled her tongue into
the gaping piss-slit, rimming its hot edges and eagerly swallowing the
tangy taste she found.

   "Ohhh wow!" she heard the man say as his body shivered before her. 
Carol released his dickhead from her mouth and slipped the head-skin back
over his dick.  Then she wedged her tongue under the elastic head-skin so
she could lick it out.  Keeping the foreskin capped over the head with her
right hand, she wiggled her tongue underneath.  Slowly, she worked her
tongue around the entire dickhead, stimulating the head itself and
stimulating the sensitive inner folds of the foreskin.

   Suddenly, she jerked the skin off the dickhead, pulled it down tight
along the hard shaft, and swallowed half his cock in one head-sucking gulp.
At the same time, she churned her wet tongue mercilessly at the man's
pleasure-strand.  She pulled off the dick and glanced up into his face
saying, "How'd you like to come home to this every evening Mr.  Trautman?"

   His way of answering was to shove his cock back in her mouth and let it
shudder its release.  A flood of hot cum gushed from his piss-slit and
splashed against her tonsils.  She gagged from the suddenness of the flood,
"Splork, splurrt, splork!" and from its force.  Before she could swallow, a
second burst of sweet cum exploded into her mouth.  It seemed to rattle her
jaws.

   The man was whimpering.  "Uhhhh, ohh, uhh!" As she swallowed the hot cum
hungrily, greedy for all she could get.  Her cunt ached, pulsating, her
pussy lips swollen and itchy against the strangling center-seam of her
panties crotch piece.

   Trautman lifted her by her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth he
had just come inside.  He forcefully unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned the
dress dragging it from her body to the floor.

   Carol let him maneuver her into the hallway of the dining room.  He
stopped in his tracks when he saw her sexy lingerie.  Her pink mid-brief
style panties fit her like a gag in the crotch and hips, drum taut over her
still tender behind due to the recent punishment He could see little
tendrils of her silky dark brown pubic bush escaping from the leg holes of
the panties.

   The most erotic sight was however the expanded tops of her smoky sand
colored nylon stockings cinched tight over her full fleshy thigh meat. 
Just the sight started his dick to reharden.

   He knelt before her and boosted one leg over his broad shoulder and
began to nuzzle her panty crotch with his face.  "Aw yess...do it...bring
me off.  Please..." She babbled lustfully.

   Trautman wedge his tongue under the damp lace of the panties and
strummed it over her labia majora.  Her outer pussy lips were now engorged
with heat and fuck lust.  She was certainly ready for intercourse.  Little
drips of feminine sap glazed her thighs.  He could smell her sweet body
talc powder, mixed with her perfume and woman scent.

   Carol thrilled happily at the thought he would not be selfish and was
now working to satisfy her desires' not like most males who only cared
about their own pleasure.

   Trautman slipped his tongue into her juicy hole as if he was oblivious
to the fact, less than 24 hours ago, four horny men had cuckolded him and
nearly fucked her senseless.

   The sky was fading now from red to a silvery orange.  The humming alarm
clock-radio on the nightstand next to their bed read seven-ten pm.  Cora
felt been sit astride her bubbly soft breast.

   "Suck my big hot cock!" Ben said.  He leaned forward, bracing his hands
on the bed above her head, and rammed his pulsating dickhead against her
lips.  "Suck me, baby." As her lips parted, the pulsating black dick rammed
into her mouth, stretching her jaws painfully at first, filling her head
with the taste and scent of musky male meat.

   The man wiggled his bare ass, easing his cock back until only his head
was in her mouth, her wet lips stretched around his cock.  Air rushed in
through her nose.  "Lick around the head," Ben said, wiggling his cock. 
"Taste that juicy dickhead.  Suck on it."

   His abdominal muscles writhed as he wiggled his ass and fucked his dick
down into her throat.  Ben's enormous hairy balls twisted against her chin.
His hairy groin scoured her upper lip and her nose.  She thought she was
going to pass out.

   The scent of the fit ex-Army Sapper made her dizzy.  As he began to
sweat, as his body heated more and more with lust, the male aroma of him
saturated the air around his naked body and Cora almost became drunk on the
musky, sweaty scent.  She was aware of her nostrils flaring.  She knew the
aroma should cause her to gag, but she couldn't help herself from trying to
inhale more of it.  She loved him just that much.

   The big dark cock was now lodged in her throat as she been sucking
steadily for five or six minute.  His dick flipped from her mouth and
exploded a round of sizzling white cum against her nose.  "Ahhh!" He buried
his cock back in her face.  The alkaline scent of cum made her head seem to
swell.  Then she was choking, her throat flooded with bursts of thick hot
salty cum, the man's pulsing dick massaging her tonsils viciously.

   She gagged repeatedly, choked, "Gak, gurk, cak, cak, awwk!" did her best
to swallow his hot load.

   "Ahhh!" the man moaned.  "Awww, yeahhh!" He pulled his cock back until
only the swollen head was in her mouth.  Then he let his cock rest there
while his dick contracted and spurted again, "Splork", the wet echoed in
the stillness of the room.