Keywords: M/F, MM/F, teen, oral, anal
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Mrs. Neuman- Serving Her Students First

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

  Disclaimer:(special) All characters appearing in my mind for
depiction in this story were over 18 at the time of appearing. All
conduct imagined after July 3, 1995 involved characters that were
over 18 at the time, regardless of the character depicted. All
records are on file at the point of the character's origination
i.e. my mind.

	Mrs. Neuman - Serving Her Students First - (Neuman.txt) - Mrs.
Neuman (really Miss Albitranz, Greg Neuman doesn't exist) provides a
valuable service preparing young men for life. A sometimes dangerous
game, Mrs. Neuman has the wiles to continue her calling despite jealous
students and inquisitorial butt-inski parents. M/F, teen, oral, anal


				Mrs. Neuman
			Serving Her Students First

	"Oh Jesus! Oh God! Mrs. Neuman... Ohhhh!... Mrs. Neuman! I feel
like I'm gonna bust!" little Billy Traber was helpless.
	Mrs. Neuman didn't answer. She couldn't help him. She was the
reason for his distress in the first place and her mouth was full of
his teen-aged cock.
	She knew he was ready to 'bust'. The head of his cock had swelled
up in the back of her mouth and he was trembling with the effort to
hold back his orgasm. She knew he was fighting a losing battle. No 15-
year-old boy, or 35-year-old man for that matter, could prevent himself
from cumming when she did her deep bob on their cocks.
	Aahhhhhheeeeeeeeennnhhhhhhh!" started in Billy's throat and
moved to his nose as he could hold out no longer.
	His hips thrust forward by reflex as the spasms began and Mrs.
Neuman had to gather herself for a beat to control the spasm of
her own throat as his jizm burst from his prick. She sucked back
to the head of his spurting cock and ringed the base with her fingers
to jack the rest of his cum into her mouth.
	Maybe Billy was afraid to jack off. He certainly was spraying 
her tonsils with a load big enough to be the store of a lifetime. She
swallowed, swallowed, swallowed and swallowed again as she salty cum
continued to spurt from his cock.
	"Gee Mrs. Neuman... I.. ah.. I'm sorry," Billy stuttered. "I
couldn't... I couldn't.... I tried...."
	"Billy!" she said sternly as she looked up at the boy standing
over her, "Stop apologizing. That is what is supposed to happen. Didn't
you like it?"
	"Well it did feel funny- and I couldn't help myself," Billy said.
	"Billy! Who told you that it's wrong for you to cum?" Mrs.
Neuman asked him. "You do know that that's the way babies are made,
don't you?"
	Billy's eyes got wide and he turned pale. She had to re-phrase.
	"Not when you cum in my mouth," she said to calm him, "But that's
the baby juice. And you have to keep it fresh. You body makes more all
the time and you have to get rid of the old stuff before it goes stale.
Do you understand what I'm saying?"
	"It's good to jack off?" Billy answered hesitantly.
	That was the discussion that put Mrs. Neuman on her knees in the
first place. She was glad he had at least connected those dots. Billy
had looked at her like she had asked if he cut off his ears when she
asked if he touched himself. The young man was seriously conflicted
about sex.
	"I would have bet that every boy in school did it," she said.
"It's normal. It's natural. But now that I know you don't, I guess
there might be one or two more that don't know what they're doing to 
themselves."
	Billy's eyes were still wide.
	"Can it hurt you? Not doing it, I mean," he asked.
	"Your body has emergency procedures to deal with it," she said,
"But why don't you touch yourself? You do want to grow up and be a
father, don't you?"
	"Nobody at the Church of the Frigid Virgin does," Billy said.
"They ask every one of us every Sunday."
	Conservative religious nuts, she sighed to herself. Well, she
loved a challenge. She had her work cut out for her to replace
superstition with understanding.
	"Are you allowed to fuck?" she asked.
	Billy was startled by the raw word coming from his teacher, but
he managed to answer.
	"When you're married you have to," he said. "A least once a month,
'between the tides' if you know what that means. It's your duty. But
you don't have to any other time."
	Have to? Mrs. Neuman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 
There was so much work to do.

	Evidentlly, no one could bring themselves to discuss blow-jobs.
Billy had been timid when she told him to show her his dick, but he
hadn't tried to run when she got down on her knees and took him in
her mouth.
	From his reaction to their talk, she assumed that oral sex was
beyond the discussion or he would have fled when her tongue touched
his cock the first time.
	Fucking Billy would be the best way to give him the real
information about sex. She was confident she could put a dent in his
idea of have to. Getting him to agree would be the trick.
	If he was thrown out of his stupid church for it, it would be the 
best thing that could happen to him, she thought. It certainly should
cast doubts on their teachings and help him think for himself.
	She was roused from her reverie by another student, 'Spuds'
McMillen.
	"Yes, Spuds," she said as he stared at her leering and not saying
anything.
	"I just wanted to see if any of it was still on your lips," he
said.
	"What are you talking about?" she asked.
	"You blew Billy Traber," he said. "You're sucking cock for kids 
and I want my share."
	"Aren't you getting any?" she asked.
	"Hey, I do all right," Spuds said as if insulted.
	"Then you don't need me," Mrs. Neuman said. "Ask one of your
many girlfriends for oral sex."
	"You don't get it, do you?" Spuds said, eyes narrowing. "You
give me a blow-job or I'm going to Mr. Diddle and you're going to 
jail for child molesting. Bet that will look good on your resume."
	"As a matter of fact it does," she replied without a pause. "I
used to molest junior-high kids before I came here and got a 
promotion."
	"Funny." Spuds said, his face making it obvious that it wasn't,
"I hope you're a lesbian because I hear there's a lot of them in jail."
	Mrs. Neuman was in much better humor about his quip. She laughed.
Spuds turned with an angry look and stormed out of the room.
	He threatened her twice more, hoping she was scared. It didn't
get him anything to turn her in. Mrs. Neuman knew that. By the time
he went to the principal, Mr. Diddle, it was too late.

	Diddle had made his interest clear from her first day. Actually,
Mrs. Neuman respected the way he did it. There was no overt pressure,
no yuk-yuk double entendres, he only stared frankly at her obvious 
assets and was willing to hold her eyes as long as she wished to let
them linger.
	He was just subtle enough to be complimentary and direct enough
that she knew she wasn't mistaking him. He was happy to lock the door
of his office for a little one on one conference with Mrs. Neuman.
	"So, now that our privacy is assured, what was it you wanted to
talk about," he said, grinning.
	His eyes were bright. Emma knew he was expecting just what she
had come to give him. She decided to toy with him.
	"Spuds McMillen is giving me some trouble," she said, "You
won't believe what he wants."
	The smile on Diddle's face quieted a little. Emma's smile took
up the slack. She didn't want to tease him. She reached out from her
chair and grabbed the fly of Diddle's pants. She pulled him to her.
	"He made the most awful insinuation," she said as she lowered
Diddle's zipper.
	She was holding a hard cock in her hand when she went on.
	"He wanted me to... It's too horrible to say," she feigned
embarrassment, "I'll have to show you."
	A growl came from deep in the principal's chest as her mouth
closed over his hard-on. She surrounded the head with her lips and
let her tongue range over the surface of his glans. Diddle leaned back
as if to give her more room.
	"Can you imagine!" she said as she sat back.
	He groaned. She wasn't trying to tease him. His cock had swelled
alarmingly as she explored the head with her tongue. She was afraid
he was ready to cum.
	"But I think he wanted something else," she said, standing and
hurriedly undoing the buttons of her blouse.
	She certainly hadn't lost his attention. He watched transfixed
as she shed her blouse, bra and wriggled out of her skirt. His cock
bobbed comically in the fly of his trousers.
	"Come here," she said as she leaned against his desk in stockings,
garters and heels. "I think he wanted this."
	She gripped his cock at the base and rubbed it on her mound. She
pulled him forward by the prick as she hopped back onto his desk. She
rubbed his cock over the lips of her pussy a few more times and then
looked up into his eyes.
	Their eyes met and she started his cock into her cunt. He pushed
to complete the job. She wrapped her legs around him for support and
leaned back on her hands. He was free to take her how he wished. It
was his fuck.
	He reached up to play with her breasts for a bit, but they soon
became only handles for him to grip as he drove his cock into her. Emma
thought he had hoped for a longer fuck, but wasn't able to control
himself. He accelerated at a furious pace and she knew he wouldn't last
long.
	"Now what's this stuff about Spuds?" Diddle asked her when he had
regained his breath and pulled his spent cock from Mrs. Neuman.
	"Just an excuse," she said merrily. "You knew what I wanted when
I asked you to lock the door."

	"It wasn't just an excuse, was it?" Diddle asked her.
	"It seemed so lame to run to you with it after, after what we
did," she reminded him.
	"Well, he says you were performing oral sex on Billy Traber,"
Mr. Diddle said stone-faced.
	"Well, you know how it is with Frigid Virginites," Emma tried
to make it a joke.
	Diddle let his smile show through. They were sharing a joke.
Even if Diddle thought it was true, which he didn't, he was inclined
to side with Mrs. Neuman. McMillen was a rotten kid, just the sort to
try and pull something like this.
	They turned to go into the conference room together. Spuds
smiled a nasty smile at Mrs. Neuman as the two of them walked in. He
was expecting something other than what happened.
	"Mr. McMillen, Mrs. McMillen, we've asked you here so you
understand the problem we have," Diddle said. "So it won't come as so
much of a shock."
	Mr. McMillen's brow furrowed. He was clearly expecting something
else from Diddle.
	"Spuds told me all about it," he said, "What more shock is there
than this hussy is raping our kids?"
	One of the two people, a woman and a man, in the rear of the room 
stirred as Mr. McMillen raised his voice. Spuds looked like he was
going to stick his tongue out at Mrs. Newman. He seemed to be enjoying
the scene immensely.
	"Mrs. Neuman isn't raping anyone. She isn't the issue here,"
Diddle said.
	There were surprised looks all around. Spuds frowned.
	"What the hell do you mean, Diddle?" Mr. McMillen demanded.
	"Maybe we should take it from here," the tall, slender black
man at the back of the room said as he moved forward.
	"And who the hell are you?" Mr. McMillen snapped.
	"Doug Robinson, Juvenile Division," he said, "We have investigated
your son's charges. There's no evidence this teacher has done anything
unprofessional to any of her students."
	Mr. McMillen got quiet. Something in Mr. Robinson's eyes told
him he wasn't done yet.
	"What we did find was several students that heard your son boast
that he was going to blackmail Mrs. Neuman into having sex with him,"
Robinson said. "Extortion is a very serious crime."

	"These stories keep popping up," Mr. Diddle said with a sigh, "It's
getting harder and harder to believe that they're all the result of one
baseless accusation."
	"You know how rumors are," Mrs. Neuman said nervously, "They spread
and expand geometrically. It's worse when there's no truth to the rumor.
Then the tellers can substitute anyone because no one actually did
anything."
	Mr. Diddle smiled a snakey smile. He looked at Mrs. Neuman with
knowing eyes.
	"You know, I think you can convince me of that," he said easily,
"It wouldn't be hard to believe if I had utter faith in you."
	Mrs. Neuman assumed 'utter faith' was the name of his dick. It was
clear what he meant. She gave him what he wanted and the rumors would
go away like Spuds McMillen.
	It was only subtly different from Spuds' blackmail attempt, but
there was a subtle difference. There was the question of power. Mr.
Diddle's threats were more potent than Spuds' could ever be. And there
was the question of accountability. She was not bribing silence, she
was bribing the continuation of a conspiracy. The deeper she pulled
Diddle into collusion, the more impossible it would be for him to turn
on her.
	Certainly Mr. Diddle's concern about his own position made him more
manageable than an erratic teenager. And the principal's blind eye would
open up the whole school for her choosing and let her go on with her
good works.
	She really didn't mind fucking Diddle either. There was a certain
satisfying nastieness to having an affair with her boss. At the same time
she was sensitive to his opinion of her. As long as it was turning a
blind eye for compensation, she was all right. She guarded against the
sense Diddle thought of her as his plaything.
	To Mrs. Neuman, they were treading high above the world on the
tightrope between those opinions when he told her he wanted to fuck her
ass. It was a question of equality. She liked nothing more than when a
student buried himself up to the balls in her butt. But that was for
the feeling that she was liberating them and teaching them things that
were of real use in the world. She was a teacher. It was her job.
	Mr. Diddle was just as likely to only be interested in completing
the set. Putting his brand in a filly's every hole was an ownership 
kind of thing. Emma wasn't comfortable looking at it that way.
	Comfortable was an ironic word to occur to her. Comfortable was
everything she was not as Diddle pushed his cock into her ass. He wasn't
too big. That was the only 'too' he missed. He pushed too hard, he was
too impatient, he came in too quick, he gave her too short of a time to
adjust; he was only a bit excessive in those areas, but he was excessive.
	He had fucked an ass before. He knew what he was doing. That was
perhaps the big difference. Diddle wasn't waiting for obvious signs like
the kids. He knew what he was doing. He robbed her of her usual leisure
to contemplate how he was going to change since his cock had been in her
ass. He also robbed her of that hope of change.
	Diddle wasn't likely to have life-long fond memories of her
butthole like her students would. To him she was sure it was just 
another asshole in a world of assholes.
	She was glad, at least, that she was familiar with taking a cock 
in her ass. That reduced her concerns to Diddle's opinion of her. And
that was beyond her control now. He was way too far up her ass for her
to worry about that any more.
	Her jumble of questions didn't faze Diddle. Her asshole felt just
fine to him. It felt real good- nice and tight, yet he could tell it
wasn't the first time she'd had a cock in her butt. He pinned her
against his desk with administrative glee as he took his fantasy 
discipline out on her asshole.
	He wasn't as daring as she. She had to stand for all the little
girls' asses he wanted to fuck over his desk. But that thought was a 
powerful one for Diddle and he fucked Emma's ass for all the little
girls he had lusted for.
	"Christ! I don't know if I can take this," Diddle wheezed as he
dropped back into his chair after filling Emma's ass with jizm.
	"I'd say you took it pretty good," Emma said wryly.
	"Now that was to make me love you," Diddle warned, "Don't look
down your nose at me showing so much devotion."
	That was a good answer. He was defensive enough that she felt
she still had power. She deserved something for the feeling she was
going to mess her panties that he had given her.

	Billy Traber had seen the light. He had also explored the dark
side of her moon. He still resisted her invitations to fuck her pussy,
but he would fuck her ass and showed a marked delight in having his
dick sucked.
	Eliot Goober was more enthusiastic. He wanted everything Mrs.
Neuman had to offer all the time. It was her giving in to his constant
pleading that had started the latest round of rumors.
	To her relief, none of the stories came from her boys. They were 
all loyal little fuckers and denied everything.
	The problem was she and Eliot were buck naked in the middle of
the stage when somebody turned on the lights. Half a dozen kids in the
drama club saw them.
	There wasn't much hope their activity was misunderstood. Eliot
was kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind. There wasn't much 
hope they wouldn't be recognized. It was a nine-foot low crawl across
the stage when she threw herself flat and scurried for her clothes.
	The only way out of this one was bribery. This time she deserved
to be subjugated by students. It was her own carelessness that got them
caught. She couldn't expect Eliot to be rational about such things.
She was the adult. She should have known better.
	"I've got a better proposal," Jenny Nosesnooter said to Mrs.
Neuman's vague promises of privileges and exemptions. "You'll let us
meet at your house and we'll do whatever we want to do there and you
won't say a word."
	She didn't have a lot of options. The group liked the idea,
perhaps already knowing what 'whatever they wanted' was. She didn't
have a choice.

	It turned out to be embarrassing and vaguely frustrating. The
four girls and two boys were interested in their own games and not 
much interested in her. 
	Jenny Nosesnooter had a boyfriend named Rick that her parents had
forbidden her to have anything to do with. Naturally, Jenny was sneaking
out to see him and had given herself to him at the first opportunity 
after his banning. She and Rick could now use the haven of Mrs. Neuman's
house to continue their sexual liaisons.
	Gary Oozy was in love with Marilyn Freckles and they needed a place
to neck and pet. Kristi, Amber and Tyler were still working out what
they'd be doing at Mrs. Neuman's, but Emma's role in their fun seemed
limited to waitress. 
	These were not the kids that needed her. They had a healthy sexual
appetite and that would serve them as well as instruction in discovering
the joys of sex. And they were interfering with her mission to bring
that joy to the kids that needed it. 
	Eliot's enthusiasm seemed to have waned after the discovery.
It seemed, according to Eliot, that the drama losers were no fit
audience for a kid as cool as himself. He still wanted to fuck Emma, but
he didn't want to do it when the drama club was around.

	The good news, what there was of it, was Mr. Diddle wouldn't be
getting involved. That was also two-thirds of the bad news. She already
had an arrangement with Diddle, but he wouldn't be able to quash any
repercussions from the students running amok in her house.
	Mrs. Neuman suddenly decided she needed to consult with Doug
Robinson. He had such a rapport with the kids, she told him. And they 
all respected him. She wanted to learn from him.
	She wanted to influence his judgment with pussy. She certainly
wouldn't 'allow' the students to be delinquent in her sight. If they
were, it must be because they had broken into her house to do whatever
they got caught doing.
	Robinson was easy to seduce.

	"The kids always know who the hot ones are," Robinson was saying,
"Even the ones you don't think are awake are observant when it comes to
sexy. And you can't fool them. They can tell when you're trying to put
on something you're not. They see you every day. They can tell a
pretender from a hottie."
	Emma was in no position to comment. She was stuffed under his desk
with his black cock in her face. Doug liked the idea of the secret
sucker under his desk as he sat there, pretending to be working.
	He wasn't pretending to be working now. His hands were gripping 
the arms of his chair as Mrs. Neuman made his hips strain up at her to
give her more of his cock.
	"Oh God, woman. Mercy!" Robinson groaned as Emma sucked his cock
hard.
	Mercy was the last thing he wanted. He wanted it to be more than
he could stand. He wanted to be forced into the agony of cock-wracking
pulses of jizm and Emma sucked hard to force him.
	He shot off with a strangely feminine sounding screech and then
settled back into his chair with a throaty growl when she had drained
his cock. Emma kept sucking him gently. Doug liked her to go on after
he had cum in her mouth. He patted her head when he'd had enough.
	"Stay there," he said sharply.
	Emma had to pull in her elbows as he pushed his knees in to
squeeze her tighter under the desk. Someone walked into his office.
Doug answered a few questions and the person left. Emma held her
breath. His cum was still burning in the back of her throat and she
had to fight to suppress her cough.
	"Damn," Doug said as he rolled his chair back to release Emma,
"Imagine if they'd come in a couple of minutes sooner."
	His eyes gleamed with the idea. Doug liked risk.
	"Can't you lock the door?" Emma asked.
	The risk was too much on her side of the pairing. If the
interloper had come in as Doug had said, she would be the one 
frantically fighting the urge to gag as his cum battered against the
opening of her throat. She would have the panic of discovery and he
would have the pleasure.
	"Now why would my door be locked?" Doug grinned, "That might 
make people suspicious. And the people here are investigators. Don't
want an investigation, now do we?"
	Doug was marring what could be a beautiful affair between two
people that shared their concern for children. And he wasn't making it
easy on Mrs. Neuman. She liked his cock. He was good with it, but he
insisted on terrifying her when they could have something just plain
fun and very satisfying. But she was stuck with it.
	She watched his cock twitch and knew she was going to be stuck
with something else very soon.

	She began to wonder- later, after Doug had thrown her across his
desk and done a cavity search with his cock- how sharp those
investigators were. She had tried to be quiet, but she wasn't, really.
And Doug hadn't held back at all.
	Even without his grunts and growls, the sound of his black 
belly slapping into her white ass were quite loud enough to carry down
the hall. And no one looked in to see what the noise was about. No one
gave her questioning looks as Doug escorted her out of the Juvenile
Justice building.
	She thought, and perhaps that was part wishful hope, that Doug
was only fantasizing about the danger. It was clear he liked it and
it would make sense for him to build the threat to feed his desire.

	Her drama club members weren't skilled enough actors to fake 
their reaction to danger. Emma watched from outside her kitchen window
as Doug Robinson kicked open the door and led the team in.
	Gary looked like an animal trapped in a leg-hold trap as he tried
to extricate his hand from under Marilyn's bra. She was screaming and
also trying to pull away like her tits were caught in a snare. Kristi,
Amber and Tyler scattered like disturbed quail in all stages of undress
from their game of strip spin-the-bottle.
	Doug reached down and gave Emma's ass a squeeze as he passed her.
He had doubled back to cover the rear as a woman officer flushed Jenny
and Rick out of the bedroom.
	Emma ducked down and pressed herself against the siding. She 
wasn't there. These hooligans had taken advantage of the empty house
to play their dirty little games. Doug was careful to lead Jenny and
Rick around the back where Emma could see them without being seen.
	Rick and Jenny were shamefully naked. They had clasped their
clothes in front of them when they fled, but now their hands were
cuffed behind them and their clothes were in an evidence bag. That
had to be the worst, Emma thought. Never mind how scared they were,
they were going to know everyone- the drama club and the officers-
had the chance to take a long look at them in that condition.
	Little Amber probably had similar feelings, sitting in only 
her panties and her barely budded breasts exposed and the rest:
Tyler barefoot and bare-chested, Kristi shirtless in a bra, down to
Marilyn and Gary, whose clothes were only rumpled and undone, but only
Jenny and Rick were totally naked on that terrible ride to Juvenile
Hall.
	It was a shame to do this to them, she thought as she watched
them loaded in the van. They only wanted to have a good time. But
they'd have to learn to ask and not try to force her collusion. It
was a good lesson, not strictly the one she felt called to teach,
but a good lesson all the same.

	In the way of all truly thrilling scandal, the real details
were only whispered while the bowdlerized version was professed openly.
The kids had broken in to party. A little necking, a little petting 
and the influence of demon rum was the official story that circulated.
The kids didn't even have a beer.
	Somehow, someone had seen the video from the police van and 
another version, perhaps a bit more shocking than the truth, 
circulated underground. The most shocking in the tale of a teen orgy
was the hint, never substantiated, that a copy of that tape was
floating around- if anyone would care to see the kids in the
all-together.
	Unlike Spuds McMillen, who was removed to serve time, the
drama club members were returned to face their infamy. They were a
'downy blonde cunt hair' as Doug would say, from being sent away so
Mrs. Neuman didn't fear reprisals. They had enough to deal with from
the teasing and rude comments of their peers.
	Even so, Jenny Nosesnooter regarded Mrs. Neuman with looks
of undisguised hate. She had suffered most and not just the shame of
her naked arrest. Her forbidden liaison with Rick revealed, she 
would be under the constant scrutiny of her parents until she was
18- with the charges hanging over her head maybe 21. She wouldn't
be able to burp without them knowing and expecting a quick 'excuse me'.
	It was sad, but it was effective. The message was getting out.
Fuck with Mrs. Neuman and go to jail. Well, not fuck with Mrs. Neuman
in the carnal sense, that was okay, but don't fuck with Mrs. Neuman
as in turning her in for fucking in the other sense.

	Although it was strictly outside his borders, Mr. Diddle wanted
his utter faith in Mrs. Neuman again. She couldn't have him taken away
by the juvenile authorities and she wouldn't if she could.
	His replacement might be an insane prude and she already had
Mr. Diddle where she wanted him. It was only a small distraction in
her quest to help children and she wouldn't have given it a thought
if she didn't have Doug Robinson to make happy as well.
	She got the idea almost in self-defense. Mr. Diddle sat her
on his lap. Of course it was a lap with his hard dick sticking up,
and told her he wanted to lean back and watch her butt bounce up 
and down.
	She put her elbows on the desk, spread her fingers for support
and let her mind wander as she lifted up and down and let his cock
feed her desire. Then it was fucking. The heat rose up to her
collarbones as the cock driving into her fueled her ardor. Her nipples
tingled as the erect nubs rode the tips of her swinging breasts.
	 That was only a nice highlight to the feel of her, now very
juicy, cuntlips squishing around Mr. Diddle's cock as she dropped
hard on his lap. It didn't feel like she was bribing him anymore.
His cock was a close friend, giving her something she needed. She
bounced harder to take the nice gift his cock offered.
	"That's it! That's it, you hot vixen!" Mr. Diddle groaned
"Take my cock. Take it all. Make it shoot all up inside your hot
cunt! Get me off, you hot piece of ass!"
	Emma knew the words were for him, but they felt like 
compliments to her. He was telling her how hot she was and she let
the words excite her. She rode him faster, knowing also that his
cries meant he was near cumming.
	He did. She could feel the swell and jerk of his cock inside
her. She kept pounding down on his still-hard cock. Just a bit-
just a bit more- and then!
	"Oh yes! It's so hard inside me! Ohhhh! So deep! Ahhhhhh!" 
she moaned as she came with Mr. Diddle deep in her cunt.
	"How could I ever doubt anyone as... eager as you," Diddle
said as his cock softened inside her.
	He reached up to play with a nipple that had just uncurled
from its clench.
	"And you like this, don't you? You really like a chance to...
unwind with me, don't you?" he said.
	Was he searching for validation? Or was it something else?
	"I came real good," Emma said, unsure what he wanted to hear.
	"Then why don't we sit here a while so we can enjoy ourselves
again?" he said.
	So that was it, Emma thought. He wants to pretend we're having
an affair and not an arrangement. She edited that thought as she
felt his hand creep over her ass. His finger pressed her anus.
	"You don't find a woman as open as you are every day," he said,
poking his finger against the round muscle so she knew what he meant.
	"You know why this started," Emma said sternly to change the
mood. "It worked for both of us."
	Then she softened. She only wanted to stop his momentum toward
her ass. She was willing for him to feel romantic about her.
	"I've come to enjoy our time too and I'm sure we can work 
something out," she said with a promise, "But right now I've got
to get back to my room and take care of boring teacher things."
	She hopped up, ass intact and dressed. Mr. Diddle looked like
a pouty child.
	"What can we work out?" he asked.
	"I'll get back to you- trust me," she said, with a
conspiratorial wink. 
	The pieces were coming together in her head. The arrangement
was simple. She saw it at once in her mind. The problem was
convincing Mr. Diddle and Doug Robinson. It made sense. She had
two conspirators and bringing them together would uncomplicate
her life.
	It also had the advantage of taking the worry out of Doug's
thing for making her nervous about being discovered. She thought she
could come up with something that would make them both happy- as 
long as she could convince them of her idea.

	"Mr. Diddle wanted to see me," she explained to Kevin. "Now
what were we going to talk about tonight?"
	It wasn't nice to tease them, even if their embarrassment did
excite her. But it was also good for them to make themselves talk
about these things.
	"You were saying there were ways that boys and girls could..
um.. see to their needs without being afraid the girl would get
pregnant," Kevin said shyly.
	"Very good. I'm very proud of you for being able to say it
like that. It shows how grown-up you are," Emma praised.
	Kevin swelled up before her eyes. All 15-year-olds want to 
be grown up and Emma knew, without any arrogance, that having a
sexual object like her praise him made him very proud.
	That pride, and the swelling, didn't carry over to his cock. 
It was a tiny, curled little finger as she searched it out of his
underwear. Emma smiled up at him like it was the biggest prick she
had ever seen.
	"Now I'll show you this so you can tell your girlfriend what
to do- but don't get mad if she has trouble. It will be hard for
her with a big one like this," Emma said.
	His dick squirmed in her fingers. He was nervous, but she
was making him relax.
	It was something else altogether when she put her mouth on
his cock. He squirmed like he had ants in his pants, in his shirt,
up his ass, everywhere. It wasn't nerves. Kevin didn't understand
enough about what was happening to him to be nervous.
	He only knew it felt wonderful and somehow like something he
had felt in a dream. It felt just like it should, somehow, although
he had never thought about such a thing before. His cock popped up
like the thermometer in a Thanksgiving turkey when the heat rises
to the proper temperature.
	Then the wet enveloping pressure began to move up and down
his dick. Forget 'doing it'. That was supposed to be great, but it
couldn't feel better than this. 
	He looked down and saw Mrs. Neuman with his dick in her mouth.
She was looking right at him with big, wide open eyes. He didn't know
what to think about it, but it made his whole body shake.
	He felt scared again when it felt like he was going to pee.
He was like a helpless spectator, horrified but not able to stop the
accident as his cock, all on its own, started spewing into Mrs. Neuman's
mouth. And she liked it!
	He saw the smile in the corners of her eyes and she moved her
head faster back and forth. He could feel what she was doing now. She
was sucking on his cock. She was sucking his cock.
	Then he didn't know what to do. Mrs. Neuman took his thing
out of her mouth and licked it- licked right up the bottom and
then closed her lips over the head again. It felt dirty. It felt
real dirty now.
	Kevin felt the excitement turn right around and run back
into his dick. Mrs. Newman took the whole thing in her mouth and it
felt different. It was that same, primeval sea feel, that he felt
before but now Kevin was aware that it was also warm and that his
cock felt both rubbed hard and soaked smooth as her mouth moved
up and down on his invigorated cock.
	The way his cock felt didn't overwhelm him this time. It
just felt real good. Then Mrs. Newman took her mouth away.
	"You remember how I did it the first time? Yeah?" Mrs.
Neuman asked.
	It was the same way she asked a question in class. Kevin
nodded. She moved up and down and he peed in her mouth.
	"Now that's sometimes hard for a girl when she's starting
out," she said. "You explain it real nice, and you practice, but I'm
going to show you something you can do while she learns how to do it."
	Mrs. Neuman put her tongue right on his dick, right under the
head. Then she moved the fingers that had been holding the base of 
his dick up and down the shaft. She moved her tongue back and forth
and moved her fingers faster.
	"And while she's doing this, she should try to put it in her
mouth a little bit," she interrupted the feeling he was going to 
pee again to say.
	Then she dipped her mouth down on the head of his cock and
sucked it twice before she went back to licking it and jacking him
off. Every few seconds she would suck his cock into her mouth and
go back to the tongue and fingers.
	About the third time, the feel of her mouth covering his cock 
was too much and Kevin let go. This time Mrs. Neuman pulled off and
rubbed his cock along her cheek as her tongue traced the up and 
down of her fingers on the underside of his cock.
	Kevin saw weird white stuff in streaks on her cheek.
	"See?" she said as she wiped some off and held it up for
him to see. "This is what makes babies. As long as it doesn't go..."
	She pointed down to her crotch.
	"Then no one gets pregnant. So you can do this and be safe,"
she finished. "Next week I'll show you what to do so your girlfriend
likes you too."

	Doug liked her suggestion. Emma guessed that the excitement in
discovery that Doug had was really a desire to perform for an audience.
Mr. Diddle would be an audience. Maybe they could pretend he walked
in on them. She bet Mr. Diddle would like that.
	Mr. Diddle wasn't that much harder. He just wanted to extract
a bribe from Mrs. Neuman for his consent. She managed to shrug off his
entrapping hug and escape after telling him when to meet them.
	"So where is this Diddle?" Doug asked when they arrived at Emma's
home.
	"Don't worry. We're not going to wait for him," she said, and 
pulled him into a tight hug.
	She kissed him hard and deeply and came up panting to say, "He's
going to have to walk in on us. Walk right in while we're completely
naked and see us doing it- fucking right there in front of him."
	The movement in Doug's pants said she was bashing his favorite
buttons. She could feel his cock struggle to straighten out against the 
pressure of her belly. She hated to feel it struggle. She tugged down
Doug's zipper and stroked his cock straight through his underwear.
	"You like that?" she asked unnecessarily.
	She knew he liked it whether she was talking about rubbing his
cock or the idea of Diddle walking in on them. Doug didn't answer. He
grunted.
	He tugged at her coat.
	"Get out of those clothes." he growled.
	He took off his clothes casually, like he was getting ready for
bed on just any night. Emma teased him as she took off each article
and then stepped across the room to lay it carefully on a pile.
	He was naked and stroking a throbbing erection when she teased
him taking off her bra. She pulled down her panties and stood in
stockings, garters and heels. She posed for a moment.
	"Everything," Doug said in a voice still gravelly. "I don't 
want any part of you covered up."
	While she took off the rest, Emma wondered vaguely what position
he would want her in to expose her as much as he could for Diddle's 
interloping eyes. She didn't have long to wait.
	He just wanted them to know she was naked. It was the fucking he
wanted Diddle to see. He lay her on her back on a row of couch cushions
in the middle of the room. He went straight between her legs and ate
her pussy.
	She'd have to remember some of these things to tell Kevin, popped
in her head as Doug made her pant and cry out in soft little cries. It
was the first time he had eaten her, not surprising, since it was
the third time they had been together and the first two were where 
there was a danger of discovery.
	He didn't get her off but she was close when he slid up and pushed
his cock into her. He didn't play around. He slid deep as if he was
starting in mid-fuck and carried on from there. It only took a few of
his strong, deep thrusts to finish the job his tongue started.
	Emma rolled in ecstasy and groped for Doug. She could feel the hard,
ribbed muscles as he fucked her deliberately and powerfully. She slid her
feet over his thighs and felt them flex as he drove his cock in her. Her
hands slid down to the round humps of his ass and she felt the way it
ground and squeezed as he ended his thrusts with a twist that screwed
his cock in her belly.
	 She was getting it. She was getting it good. Doug lowered 
himself so his chest pressed her breasts and added his chest to the 
circling motions of his hips. Her nipples burned against him as he
rolled the sensitive mounds between their bodies. She was happy Doug
liked to show off. He was fucking her so good.
	He made her cum again before Mr. Diddle arrived. It seemed the 
thought kept him going in sheer anticipation. He was still pushing his
cock in her in the same determined way. 
	"Oh my god! Mrs. Neuman! What are you doing!" Mr. Diddle did a
good burlesque of shock.
	"Oh no! My boss! Please don't look!" she played along.
	Doug went horse-wild nuts. The stall he was kicking down was 
between Emma's legs. He lifted off her to drive harder and galloped
her into such a brutal orgasm that she wasn't sure if it was his cock
or the pure exposure to his energy that got her off.
	And somewhere in the middle his cock was jumping like an 
unattended fire hose and spewing just as hard. Emma didn't notice
the cumming as much as the jerking, but she felt a seemingly incredible
amount of fluid running down the crack of her ass. She was still
jerking from her own orgasm as Doug jerked hard against her a few times
and then crushed her against his hard body in a tight hug.
	Emma wasn't dizzy dizzy, it was more like stunned dizzy. And
sticking into the fish-eye vision of her dizziness was Mr. Diddle's
grinning face. She really was too tired to fuck him, but she knew
she was glad she was going to.
	"No, no, no," Diddle said as Doug moved to yield Emma's body.
"I find I like to watch. You two play some more and I'll join in later."
	He took off his coat and tie and sat down like he was one of the
boys over to watch football. Doug couldn't have grinned any wider.
	He gradually rolled Emma off her perch onto the floor and took
up her position on his back. Emma knew what that position meant.
She bent over Doug and began to lick his cock. He pushed at her.
	"Move around. Point your cunt at him," he said in a low voice.
	At first she thought that would block out the sight of how
good she was sucking his cock, but she found if she kept moving
she could point her ass at Diddle and give him a clear view of her
pink tongue sliding up Doug's long, black dick.
	Diddle was getting more comfortable as she worked her mouth 
over Doug's cock. She used her Kevin technique, only she held his
cock and squeezed it rather than jack him off. Doug didn't respond
like an anxious 15-year-old, but Emma didn't mind. There was enough
of Doug's dick to amuse her for a long time.
	Diddle must have been stroking his too, she thought as the
principal came over at the first sign of stirring in Doug's cock.
Diddle's cock was hard and he got on his knees beside Doug and
put it next to her face.
	"I think she should suck both at once, how about it?" he
asked Doug.
	At first it was like two cocks. There was Diddle ramming his
hard one as deep as she would let him. Then there was Doug's which
she could still cram entirely into her mouth. Slowly they merged
into one cock- the same cock left and right as they both became
rigid and there was little difference between bobbing on one or
the other.
	"Now I want to watch again," Diddle said. "Won't you let
her get on top of you so I can see her greedy little cunt gobble
up that big blacksnake?"
	Doug liked the idea. He liked the way Diddle made Emma sound
like a slut and him like the big stud. He appreciated Diddle's grasp
of the situation. And he wanted Diddle to watch his cock fuck right
up Emma's cunt.
	Doug had bored her out as deep as he could, but it must be the
angle or something, Emma thought as she slid down Doug's cock. It
wasn't that she was any fuller, it just seemed like his cock went
farther inside somehow when she sat on it.
	She personally didn't care that Diddle watched. Her only 
thought about him was that she'd have to fuck him after they were
through playing with her. She forgot him as she moved her hips
with Doug's cock deep in her cunt.
	"No, you got to lift up," Diddle intruded. "I want to see it
going in there."
	Emma could feel Doug's cock get harder inside her. Well, if
that was what they both wanted...
	"Lean over so I can see better," Diddle intruded again.
	That was the old familiar. Doug's cock went the way it did when
he was pushing up high against her. It was stroking along the old
make-me-cum trail. Emma hoped Diddle was getting a good look and then
just abandoned herself to fucking Doug.
	She didn't know when Diddle had started or how long he had been
going at it when she first realized something was pressing against her
asshole. The scene was crystal clear in an instant. Diddle had 
maneuvered them into that position so he could make her a sandwich.
	She knew better than to try and talk him out of it. He had
been trying to get his cock in her ass the last two times he saw her
and she had put him off. He wasn't going to take no for an answer
again, not when he had her helpless asshole right on the head of 
his dick.
	"Easy now! Easy! Slow-" she said instead. "Let me stop for a
second and you take your time."
	He might listen if she accepted her fate. He might even take
it easy if she didn't try to fight him.
	His easy didn't translate into her easy. He took it slow 
enough, but easy was not possible while Emma had a cuntfull of Doug
and Diddle was trying to get his cock in her ass.
	The best she could say was it was a memorable experience. She 
wasn't going to forget how it felt to have her ass pushed open when 
all she could do was clamp down on a big cock already in her pussy.
She didn't wonder where it was going to go only because she knew
there was no preventing her finding out and all too soon in her eyes.
	Then it was unforgettable. She had two cocks in her body at
once. It was like nothing that had ever happened before. She wasn't
able to really comprehend it all. There was a feeling of something 
missing at the same time there was too much to think about.
	It was like Diddle's dick disappeared once it was in her ass.
Maybe disappeared was the wrong word- Oh Lord! she couldn't feel so 
full with just Doug's dick in her. But she felt her pussy stuffed-
that was the sensation there was two cocks in her. Her ass was only
pulled open like someone was trying to pull it apart.
	She closed her eyes, gasped in all the air she could and let
it out in long moans. It took her mind off the confusing mix of
feelings as two cocks worked away at her other end.
	Diddle yipped like a dog when he came in her ass. He was trying
to form a word or words, but they come out as syllables interrupted 
by the jerk of his cock as it shot his cum into her bowels.
	Emma felt the jerks. Then a strange thing happened as Diddle
pressed hard against her to keep his cock in her ass. His cock 
re-appeared. Limp, filling the other passage, she could feel Diddle's
cock as Doug's drove next to it in her cunt. It was like some strange
flexible filler as Doug disturbed it with his thrusts.
	It wasn't particularly pleasant nor unpleasant, but she felt 
is as some kind of packing to increase her feel for Doug's cock. It
was different, but unnecessary. She had no trouble cumming on either
cock used alone.
	It was time to work on Doug. Emma's ass wasn't the only part
that ached. She had been bent between the two men long enough she
wanted to stretch out her legs.
	"Can you feel him in there?" she breathed at Doug. "Can you
feel him make me so tight for you? He's not just watching. He
can feel you fuck me."
	The last part hit Doug the hardest. Now she knew what to
keep saying.
	"I can feel how your cock makes his bend along inside me
as you fuck me," she breathed. "Can you feel the way you push him
out of the way? He knows it's your pussy. He put it in my ass
because it's your pussy. He can feel you fuck your pussy."
	She couldn't take credit for everything, but she was sure
she had helped Doug swell and be anxious to cum. He wanted it so
bad that when his thrusts triggered the release, he bared his
teeth and threw his head back with the force of the explosion.
	Finally Diddle took his now limp cock out of her ass.
	At the end it hadn't even been much of a pain in her asshole
but it was a great relief for Emma to roll off Doug and let her
legs stretch out straight. That had something to do with the
two cocks too, she guessed. She had ridden on a cock for hours
before and not had cramps. They had made her feel trapped and
strained in much less time.
	Now that they had both fucked her at the same time, Doug 
and Diddle formally introduced themselves. It wasn't the first
time, but it was different introducing themselves as one of her
lovers to the other.

	Mrs. Neuman had come up with an idea that made them both 
happy. Now all she had to do was figure how to undo the damage.
Having two cocks in her at once was not the answer for her. She
could barely stand Mr. Diddle using her anally in the first
place.
	She was in a precarious position to make rules. She had to
think of a way to bribe them into something better. There was the
problem. What could she offer them that they'd like better and 
wouldn't be more horrible for her?
	Doug was easy. They'd found out what he liked. And that
didn't involve putting his cock somewhere she didn't like. There
were all sort of games to play with Doug.
	Mr. Diddle was the problem. He wanted to fuck her in the ass.
How could she improve on that without getting fucked in the ass?
Maybe there was some other kink that turned him on more. If there
was, Emma had to find it. It would solve the problem of her aching
ass.
	Her curse and her blessing turned into her blessing and her
curse. If that sounds circular, it is because the wheel came full
circle in a mirror within a mirror within a mirror kind of trade
of opposites and crossovers.
	Not got it yet? Neither did Mrs. Neuman nor Mr. Diddle nor
anyone else involved until much after the fact.
	It turned on a downy blonde cunt hair. Which, you must agree,
is a very fine fulcrum for a change. And it happened to the most
unlikely person anyone would imagine.

	Jenny Nosesnooter got her fifth tardy. It was unfair to 
expect Jenny to hurry into the showers and be dressed in time for
next period. Girls are cruel and Jenny was now an object of jokes
and pranks in bad taste. She really did have to wait and shower
after the girls had thinned out.
	But five tardies were an absence. It said so in the student
handbook, voted on by the board and the absolute bible of the
school. And an absence had to be reported to the juvenile authorities.
It said so in a court order describing the probation for the drama
club students arrested at Mrs. Neuman's house.
	Jenny was hanging from that downy blonde cunt hair and it 
wasn't going to support her weight. The best she could hope for was
a house-arrest ankle bracelet and an orange suit on every week end
for the rest of her life- picking up litter- painting park benches.
	And she'd still have to attend school and suffer whatever
increased harassment her fellow students could come up with.
	Two years in the State School for Girls seemed better by 
comparison, but that was like trading a knife wound for a beating.
	Jenny Nosesnooter hated Mrs. Neuman so much that she wanted
to see her catch on fire and burn up right before her eyes. She was
the one responsible for all of this. And this time she was the only
one to blame since it wasn't really Jenny's fault.
	Mrs. Neuman came to her with the offer. For one thing, anyone
Jenny told would assume it was an attempt at revenge. And trying
anything like that would make everything worse. 
	For another thing, Mrs. Neuman held all the strings that might
be cut to free Jenny of the fate that loomed over her. Mr. Diddle
would have to file the report (quietly). Doug would have to log
it and then file and forget. File and lose were more like what would
happen, but no one would be accountable.
	The bible would be followed, the court order obeyed and Jenny
would get lost in the crack to her advantage. And only Mrs. Neuman
could fit the pieces together.

	"I am trying to help you, Jenny," Mrs. Neuman said, "I know it's
not fair and even before I only wanted to show you that you couldn't
get away with the things you were trying."
	"Oh sure. You really care. It's all for me and you don't want 
anything," Jenny snorted. "I know. I did see you and Eliot going at
it like donkeys on the stage. I know the truth."
	"And the truth is I will be getting something out of it," Mrs.
Neuman admitted. "And there is a price to pay, but I wanted you to
have the chance to think it over and decide if the price was too high
or if you'd accept it to make this all go away."
	She could make it all go away right now. Mr. Diddle and Doug
agreed it would be easy and no risk. She could hardly fuck them more
than she was already, so it wouldn't make any difference if she 
just asked them to do it for Jenny.
	But she did want it to make a difference. She saw a way to stop
Diddle from fucking her in the ass. He had mumbled enough things while
he was boning her rear to make her see the way. It was student butt he
lusted for. She was only a substitute for his real target.
	And Mrs. Neuman was sitting with a real target. Jenny would be the
hard one to convince. If she agreed, Mr. Diddle would come easy.
	"All?" Jenny asked.
	"I can't change the past," Mrs. Neuman said. "But that will go
away too, after a while, and be wiped off your record and it will 
cease to exist."
	"So what do I have to do? Do I have to lick your pussy or
something?" Jenny asked.
	That was a shocking thought. Emma wondered why she hadn't 
thought of it. Because she was sweet and nice and only interested in
Jenny's welfare, she told herself. And she wanted Mr. Diddle to go 
diddle someone else's ass.
	"You know, I think that would be just the best pussy-licking
anyone ever had," Mrs. Neuman said brightly, "But it's not me. I
just came to you because Mr. Diddle is scared to."
	"Mr. Diddle?" Jenny made a face. "He wants me to blow him?"
	"Well, he's the one messing around with the court order," Mrs.
Neuman exaggerated. "He's facing jail time too and he wants to know
you appreciate it. You know, I think he really likes you- a lot."
	She leaned in to deliver the last confidence. It made it feel
more private when she told Jenny the rest.
	"But he doesn't want a blow-job. He wants to fuck you. And
he wants to fuck you in the ass," Mrs. Neuman didn't see any reason
to pull her punches.
	It would seem harsher at the time, but it would sound worse
later if she had to admit it step by step under Jenny's questioning.
She was pleased to see Jenny didn't react. Maybe it was her theater
training.
	"Fuck me in the ASS?!!" Jenny violated the privacy by shouting.
	It was all right. Mrs. Neuman had made sure there were no
witnesses anywhere near before she approached Jenny.
	"I said there was a price," Mrs. Neuman reminded her. "And it's
all up to you if you want to or not. Just so you know the whole deal
up front."
	 
	Bobby was her best student. He was her little man. He hadn't
known any more than the rest, but he was eager to learn. He didn't
waste time being scared. He wanted to find out everything about this
fucking stuff.
	He was right up there, kneeling tall in her chair and putting
his teen prick to her. He wasn't letting the wheels on her chair
bother him. He held her thighs tight against his chest and used them
to lever his cock deeper as her chair tried to roll around.
	"Yes, Bobby, that's it! You're doing so well, honey," she
encouraged him. "Feel it rub back and forth inside me? Doesn't that
feel real good?"
	He didn't need to be reminded. He liked it and wanted to learn 
it all. It was just her normal lesson and she repeated it automatically
as Bobby fucked her on her desk.
	She was looking forward to teaching him how to fuck ass. He'd
like that. He'd be so impressed and proud that she wouldn't mind the
other parts. And it might not be too bad. If only Mr. Diddle had a
teacher like her when he was 15.

	Those weren't exactly Jenny's thoughts, but they were of the 
same kind. If only Mr. Diddle would get done. If he could just hurry
up.
	It wasn't that bad once you got to turn around and not have to
look at him. He looked crazy in the eyes when you looked at him. And
it wasn't so bad when he did it. It was better than the alternative,
even if she did feel cheated when Mr. Diddle explained that it wasn't
a one shot deal.
	Mrs. Neuman would have been shocked to watch Mr. Diddle fuck
Jenny in the ass. He got down and licked her butthole. He told her
how bad she was and how he was going to punish her, but it didn't
sound right coming from a man slobbering greedily, sucking your
butthole.
	Jenny had her face scrunched up, but it actually felt pretty
good. If you could forget it was Mr. Diddle- or at least his crazy
eyes... actually, it was funny that it was Mr. Diddle down there
sticking his tongue up in her shit. As long as she didn't have to
see him, it was kind of kinky.
	And then he put his cock in her butthole. Mrs. Neuman would
have been shocked to see that too. He took so much time Jenny pushed
her hips back because she, really, wanted his cock in her ass. She
was ready already. He made a hole and she wanted something in it.
	Then it was only a bit too hard. The other 'toos' evaporated
in Mr. Diddle's sheer joy at being dick-deep in a student's ass.
It was only too fast for him.
	He fucked Jenny in slobbering joy. Yeah- he was fucking her.
Where?- in the ass! Yeah- she was taking it. Where?- in the ass!
It was like a protest chant from the 60's. Mr. Diddle started in
that rhythm of call and response.
	Yeah- he was boning her. It came on the withdrawal, back 
until her sphincter only clung around the head of his cock. Where?
He rammed it into her until he slapped hard on her rear before the
echo: in the ass! could ring in his head.
	Then it became: in that ass. student ass. her ass. girl butt.
student ass. up your ass. tight ass. your ass. hot ass. up your
ass. as Mr. Diddle abandoned his control and fucked Jenny's ass
for all it was worth. 
	Jenny rode the buffeting thrusts with a minimum of fear and
a growing wish that he'd finish. But it was kind of kinky to have
the principal fucking her ass like a madman. And it wasn't so bad
that she couldn't feel smug that her ass made him so hot.
	"Well, Jenny, I'm glad we had this session," Mr. Diddle said
as he leaned back in his chair, his cock sticky against his belly
in his underwear, all tucked back into his pants, and wiped his
brow with his handkerchief. "It makes me feel that you do deserve
the second chance you're being given. I'm glad you feel that way."
	"I feel all stretched out back there is what I feel. Yours
is way too big for me," Jenny said, mostly milking his fetish, but
partly because it was true- except the big part.
	
	"I think a teacher needs to have a long talk with the principal,"
Dr. Diddle said, ignoring Bobby's scared look and the fact that the
boy's clothes were buttoned wrong.
	He waited until they were dressed to come in the room. He didn't
want to put pressure on Mrs. Neuman. He wanted to thank her. 
	Emma was nursing the memory of Bobby's cock shooting off inside
her and his profession of love as he did. She was a bit disgruntled
that Mr. Diddle seemed intent on disturbing it. He didn't help her.
	"You know the position. Butt on my desk," Mr. Diddle teased
her with his secret.
	He threw back her skirt and pulled off semen-stained underwear.
Then he sat down. Mrs. Neuman didn't understand.
	"Such a nice ass. Such a cute little butt. Sweet little butt.
tender little butt. It wiggled... it was so good."
	Mrs. Neuman was glad when the praise of Jenny's ass became 
muffled as Mr. Diddle put his face in her crotch. He didn't care
if Bobby's spunk was in there. Emma thought he must still be lost
in the aftershock of achieving his fantasy.
	Then it didn't matter that much. It didn't matter at all.
Mr. Diddle was overeager, but she was ripe. Her cunt was begging
for an orgasm since Bobby had finished too quick. She couldn't
help liking it.
	She didn't want to help liking it. It felt so good!
	Her feet kicked helplessly as Mr. Diddle rooted between her
legs and made her cum. Oh YES! She'd give him pussy- all the pussy
he wanted if this was what he'd do with it! What a wonderful- what
a sweet, great, wonderful bribe!
	They both were grinning as his sticky face came up from 
between her legs.
	"I can't wait to see what Doug is going to do to you for
his part in this," Diddle said.
	It made Mrs. Neuman's pussy twitch again. Yes. Doug would
think of something that would make her wish she had more to hide.

	Emma popped open the little door and took one more peek 
inside. It wasn't that she didn't trust them but...
	Doug had been like a madman. It seemed they had captured his
every fantasy that night. She was just beginning to feel normal
after he had thrown her over the back of the sofa and humped long
and hard into her from behind.
	She really didn't want a record of them floating around.
It had been wild to see her rear covered by Doug's black behind as
he fucked her. Seeing the image on her t.v. screen certainly drove
Doug into a frenzy to make the scene even hotter. It had been a
fine enhancement, but Emma didn't want anyone taking home a souvenir.
	Diddle swore that the camera was only hooked to send the pictures
to her set. She had checked for herself. She only wanted one more 
look to be sure that wild sequences hadn't been recorded.
	It was kink twist heaven and Doug seemed hotter at every bend.
Diddle had come early while she was still nursing Doug's cock. He 
surprised them as Doug squatted over her, one foot on the floor, one
foot on the sofa and fed his cock to her while she lay on the sofa.
	If Doug wished for a moment that Diddle had waited, Diddle 
changed his mind with his tirade. Why, Doug was a public employee
and he was orally sodomizing this poor teacher that didn't know any
better. It would be his job for sure and maybe his neck.
	Emma could feel Doug cock turn to steel as Diddle accused him.
	They had to do what he told them, Diddle went on. He would
call the shots and they would obey. Doug was already ready to cum 
from the idea when Diddle demanded he pull open her legs and stick
his cock in her.
	Doug felt huge and solid as his black cock split her white
pussy open in that wide open position. Doug was way into it and Emma
knew she wouldn't be far behind if he kept ramming his cock into
her that way.
	Then Diddle set off the explosion. He pulled out his camera 
and attached it to her t.v. They were going to make a dirty film he
could use to blackmail them forever.
	Doug would have to wait for his cinematic debut. He shot
off deep in Emma before Diddle could get the camera focused properly
to show his climax on the screen.
	That was when Emma was reassured it was all a play. No blackmail
forever was in the camera. No tape at all. But the idea was so close
to something Diddle might do that Emma had to keep checking.
	Then the reclining Doug blow-job, and cowgirl, reverse cowgirl
for the camera. There was more of Doug between her wide-spread
legs. He was fierce for that since he could watch the pictures over
the back of the couch. Then standing doggy and the big finish as 
Doug pounded her with long camera-friendly strokes while he 
pounded her into the back of the sofa.
	That had been all right. Emma had to admit the image of that
long black pole sliding into her round white rear did add something
to the feel of Doug's cock fucking into her. It felt bigger when
she could see it and felt harder as she watched her rear wobble
as Doug pounded into it.
	As long as there was no tape...
	Diddle had been content to cum in her mouth when Doug was
through. He evidently did like watching because it only took 
him a dozen strokes to squirt her mouth full of salty goo.
	"You don't think you're done do you?" Diddle asked as he
snatched up the camera from Emma's inspection. "That last stuff
isn't near nasty enough to make people sign up for my website."
	She knew Doug would like the fresh twist, but she wasn't 
sure how well he could respond. After all, they had all but forced
him to get it up between his first cum and his second furious
performance. She knew his spirit would be willing, but she 
wondered if his flesh would respond.
	That was her problem, Diddle said. That was her job. He
didn't care how long it took. He'd keep shooting the video of
the blow-job.
	Now there was a different worry for Emma. Diddle was 
willing to wait, but was her neck going to hold out for all
the sucking it might take to make Doug's cock rise again?
	That turned out to be the least of her worries.
	
	"Now we're going to do anal," Mr. Diddle announced.
	Emma looked at the thick, black stalk she held in her hand as if
it were a poisonous snake. She had just escaped Diddle's unwanted
attention and now she was faced with Doug developing a taste for
fucking her ass.
	This was not just her usual distaste- which was easily overcome
by the feeling of accomplishment letting her students use her that
way. This was a physical concern. Mr. Diddle's cock may have been
within an inch of Doug's length, but he was nowhere near as stout
as the thick black cock in her hand.
	It might fit, with her luck it would, but it would bring a
new meaning to distaste for her. And if Doug wanted it like Diddle...
	As if he had planned on disrupting her thoughts, Mr. Diddle
made her plight worse. As he directed Doug into positioning her,
Diddle loudly lamented that he was not making a record of this
event.
	Oh the pity that he could not amuse himself frequently and
long term with the images of that big black cock driving up the
hole in the middle of that sweet white ass. Oh how good it would
be to look at that and refresh the excitement of this moment.
	Emma began to wonder if his lamentations were real of if he
was protesting too much. It was a worrying mix of dilemmas for her
to sort out as Doug pushed a lubed finger in her ass to prepare her.
She could not imagine how much she would endure to take his cock
in her ass, and she could not imagine the fear knowing Diddle had
indeed made a record of the coming ordeal.
	This time the images sent to her t.v. made her plight more
disturbing. Although his finger felt huge in her ass, she was
forced to see that it was nothing compared to the hard cock waiting
to take its place. Even the two fingers that seemed to spread her
wider than she had ever been spread were nothing compared to that
dangerous black cock that awaited her.
	And in the back of her head as she saw the troubling images
came the fear that they were being recorded.
	It was nearly a relief to see the picture of Doug's cock 
firmly planted in her ass. There was a frightening length of the
black stick still outside, but she could see that her ass had been
forced to the limit his cock could stretch it. It was a sign that
the feeling he was using his fist was finally over and the totally
alien and greatly disturbing process was completed.
	Doug had been quite gentle, sparing her the feelings that her
asshole was being torn in pieces, but for all the care he had only
dragged out the impossible task of opening for his girth. It seemed
to Emma that a constant stream of reinforcements were flooding in
to spread her wider all the long minutes Doug took to penetrate
her anus.
	And she had been very wrong. There was no relief while so much
of Doug's cock was still outside. The pressure only did not increase.
She had been stressed to the maximum, but that was far from relief since
his cock maintained that violated feeling even as her concerns
followed his cock's progress as it moved into her bowels.
	Then the images brought her only despair. Even as the last
inch approached her ass, she knew that she was already exploding from
the intrusion of so much cock. There had been no room an inch before
and she did not see that next inch as being better.
	When he was resting his balls on her ass, the image was not
as disturbing as the feeling of his cock running far up along her spine.
And now the haunting of the image finally came to the fore.
	"Diddle! I want to see that you're not taping this!" she
demanded.
	"Poor girl, I don't see how you can enforce that," Diddle
mocked her.
	If she thought Doug would be an ally, she was disappointed with
the way his cock swelled when Diddle reminded them of their position.
Doug might still side with her, but it would be most unwillingly.
	"You want a deal?" Emma grunted. "Show me the camera again and
if you're not filming I'll let you use my camera and take some stills."
	Diddle had been as good as his word. The cassette door still hid
nothing. He set the camera down so Doug could still be amused by the
sight of his cock driving into Emma's ass and went to her desk.
	"But you're downloading them on my computer and you can look 
at them here," Emma demanded. "It's in the second drawer."
	She eventually did get a bit warm and fuzzy as Doug stayed deep
and pushed into her. He was clutching her breasts and his passion was
so contagious that Emma felt some sympathetic response. At least she
knew how happy she made him as he ended the ordeal with a wet and
long-lasting jerking against her ass.
	She was actually quite happy that she had allowed Diddle his
pictures. As they viewed them coming from the camera, she felt a 
tickle in her crotch. Looking at the pictures held only the wonder
that her ass could hold so much and a pleasant fantasy that it must
be exciting to be fucked that way.
	It certainly was much more exciting to feel the naughty
pleasure of looking at the pictures than it had been when they were
taken. She was aroused by the sheer sexuality they showed. It was a
convenient amnesia that let her forget how it felt.
	"And now you need to fuck me, Diddle," she said, "Unless you
really prefer cumming in my mouth. I want to thank you and maybe
apologize for suspecting you about the tape."
	She should have known he would want her over the desk. There
was a deep pattern there that Diddle seemed to have no interest in
breaking. He was actually good for her that time and she gasped out
her orgasm while he was still dog-humping on the way to his own.
	This time Doug was the drooling cameraman as they watched the
image of Diddle's rear assault run across her t.v. screen. But the
orgasm was better than t.v. Emma lost interest even before she knew
that Diddle's thrusting was going to last long enough for her
pleasure.

	There were no adults on her mind as she waited for Kevin to
give her at least a reasonable facsimile of an orgasm. Then she
could send him off to play with a girl his own age that she was sure
would be a harsher critic.
	This signaled no diminishing of her sense of duty or her
devotion to her calling. Mother Teresa, had she been given the same
calling, would have likely already slapped Kevin out from between
her legs in frustration.
	It wasn't that he was just bad. It was that there was every
indication he could be good, but wasn't. He'd found all the spots,
even that hidden jewel of her clitoris. He'd found them and he'd
found ways to misuse them that Emma had never imagined.
	"Gently, Kevin, gently," she groaned for the 20th time, "Be
gentle with that. You can be rougher with the things below, but
be really careful there. It's the most sensitive place on a woman."
	Finally even her saintly patience gave out. She was going
to fake this one and hope he'd had some practice before the next
lesson.
	"Remember the tongue thing- yes, that's it, way up inside!"
Mrs. Neuman praised him for getting something right. "Now keep
doing that and I'm going to help you."
	It was distinctly more pleasurable to grind on his tongue
that anything else he had done. Even if it was mostly relief, it
wasn't that different from a real orgasm.
	Mrs. Neuman soothed her feelings of cheating Kevin with
those thoughts as she bucked and moaned and tried to capture the
essence of a climax in her pretended passion.
	"Now that took a while, but I think that was because you
were trying so hard," she told him as she put her panties back
in place. "Once you get the hang of it, it will come easier and
I think you'll be real good."
	Those were not lies, but encouragement. If she could 
encourage him to practice on someone else, it would be good for
them both. She would be there to re-assure him when some girl
told him he sucked when he sucked pussy.

	"You know, Mother Emma," Diddle said, picking up the image
from a minute ago without ever hearing it, "You are doing good
work. If the parents wouldn't come up here with torches and
pitchforks to burn us at the stake for it, I'd offer it in the
student handbook."
	Diddle was way beyond plausible denial now. Even without 
his 'conferences' with Jenny Nosesnooter, his little oopsy
with Jenny's absence had him past the point he could claim
ignorance.
	That was a good thing. Having the rope tight on both ends
wasn't so much a concern since Diddle had demonstrated his 
trustworthiness with the video camera. Not having to remain
(plausibly) unaware of Mrs. Newman's extra classes was the
bonus.
	The horny old dog did like to watch. It seemed to accrue
like credit to her account for him to watch her with a student.
Along with the opportunity to bone Jenny's hams, it kept Emma
from being stretched out over his desk almost completely.
	She might have regarded that with regret if she wasn't
already busy enough. It didn't stop Diddle from putting her over
her own desk at home and the whole see and be seen thing with
Doug was giving her enough sex that she didn't miss an extra
session during the day.
	The chance to view the slideshow of Doug's assault on her
anus, now carefully arranged to Diddle's taste, did spur Diddle
to make his own assaults on her rear door from time to time,
but Emma was almost used to that. Secretly, because she didn't
like it enough to encourage Diddle to make it a regular thing, Emma
did almost like it. 
	Looking at the obscene bulge of her asshole as Doug's
big, thick, black cock invaded it had always excited her. Seeing
the pictures again with Diddle's much more manageable cock in her
ass let Emma relive the exciting part without the fear of death
she had endured during the real thing.
	Fortunately, to the relief of her fears and the gratitude
of her ass, Doug hadn't got hooked on anal sex. He said there
was something missing. It was pussy. Now, if he could put it in
the tight circle of her ass and come out in pussy...
	There had been a few bends and twists in the road but Mrs.
Neuman liked where she had come. The students knew she was better
able to protect herself than they were. She was fulfilling the 
great need she saw. And her position was secure.
	And it didn't hurt that there were two men ready and
willing to keep her satisfied at any time. She guessed it
was true that good things sometimes came to good people.
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