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. ### ?Mr. Dickman comes to town?