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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
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Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Chapter Eight


I stared at my perfect breasts. They were covered with dark love bites
that Ms. Rodriguez had given me. My nipples seemed larger than they
should have been and they refused to grow soft. They'd been stiff and
swollen all day long and I rubbed them just to ease the annoying,
almost painful arousal of my flesh. My nipples were an inch long
probably and nearly as thick as my pinky finger, like fat cow teats, I
thought, and they needed milking...except I wasn't lactating. It only
felt like I was and I didn't understand why.

I frowned at my pussy as well. My labia, the outer lips, were plump
and gaping loosely around the mouth of my vagina. They'd always been
slightly larger than average, but now they were obscenely huge. I
could pull them apart like fleshy butterfly wings three or four inches
long, maybe five? They were thick and rubbery and without panties to
keep them snug, I could feel them dangling and rubbing against my
thighs when I walked. I'd been feeling them all day long like that and
while they weren't particularly sensitive, the sensation did drive me
a little crazy.

My inner labia, the smaller lips surrounding my slit, were also puffy
with excitement and refusing to close back up after all the sex I'd
had. They'd been stretched around so many cocks, including Wayne's
enormous member and more recently Mr. Steinway's equally thick
manhood. My pussy had been stretched around them so completely,
plundered so thoroughly, that the muscles had been pushed and pulled
out of shape. I could slide three fingers inside my hole easily,
feeling no discomfort at all, even when I'd added a fourth, I felt
only the smallest pinch and it felt good.

I wondered if I could fit my thumb inside as well. My hands weren't
very large and I tucked my thumb against my palm, holding my breath as
I worked my fingers in and out slowly. I had to leaned forward,
turning my arm to find the angle, tilting my shoulder and I felt my
sex growing tight as my hand went deeper, my pussy being stretched
only slightly more than it had been around those cocks. My labia were
turned inward, my vulva seeming to bulge outward around my widening
slit. I felt a pinch, a small protest and I winced out of nervous fear
more than pain. It didn't hurt and I pushed and...POP! My hand sank into
my pussy completely and I shivered with the orgasm I'd been looking
for.

My cunt grabbed my hand like a hot, wet mouth and squeezed with rapid,
happy contractions. I didn't move at all, but only curled my fingers
into a fist. My pale wrist grew from the ruddy mouth of my sex and I'd
never seen anything like it before. I'd never wanted to. Fisting? The
very idea had disgusted me at one time and I couldn't imagine anyone
wanting to experience such a thing, but now I had my cunt wrapped
around my fist and I turned my hand slowly, gasping as I felt the
uneven ridges of my knuckles moving against my tender flesh. I
shuddered and closed my eyes, panting for air as I gave into my orgasm
completely, surrendering with my thighs clenched tightly against my
forearm.

"June?" Henry called out. "I'm home!"

My hips moved instinctively, rocking my pelvis against the delicious
precious inside my sex. I imagined I had a big cock inside me. A huge
cock driving into my cunt relentlessly, punching into my cervix and
determined to fill me with hot cum. I moved my hand. I had to. I
pushed it a fraction deeper, stretching my pussy that much more and
another shiver ran up my spine. I fucked myself with my fist, watching
my greasy labia engulf another inch of my wrist and reluctantly give
it back a moment later. I couldn't get as deep as I wanted to and that
felt like a torturous tease as I hunched my back and bent my knees,
feeling my tummy muscles burn tightly with the effort of pushing my
fist another inch deeper and then another.

"June? Where are you?" My husband wondered as he walked up the stairs.

The pleasure was blinding as my wrist pressed down upon my thrumming
clitoris. I gave a muffled yelp and jerked around the pressure in my
cunt. I twisted my hand left and right, pushed and pulled it against
the clasping walls of my quivering sex. Cum began to flow in a thin,
oily stream from around my wrist. It ran from the bottom of my slit
and across the distended pucker of my anus. I soon sat in a puddle of
juice and the room stank of my ripe arousal. I used my other hand to
gather cum on my fingers and I pushed them into my mouth, tasting my
own orgasm tart and bitter-sweet. I rubbed the wetness around my bee
stung lips and nursed on my fingers like small, hard cocks while I
fucked myself to another orgasm.

"Honey? June?"

"I'm taking a bath," I breathed, fighting to get the words out as I
sat on the bathroom floor.

"What?" He knocked lightly on the closed door and it wasn't locked,
but Henry knew how much I valued my privacy.

He'd never seen me in the bathtub. He'd never even seen me completely
naked and in my giddy, feverish state that ridiculous fact nearly made
me laugh. But I groaned instead, finding my tits with my free hand and
squeezing them, thumbing my nipples one at a time and pinching them
between my fingers.

"Are you alright? June?"

"F-Fine!" I gasped loudly. "I'm cumming."

"Okay, take your time," he said and I heard his footsteps receding
towards our bedroom. "Do you want to eat out tonight?"

"God yessss..." I breathed, my imagination suddenly filled with visions
of Henry sucking my screaming clitoris.

I'd become a slave to my desires, much as I had all day long. There
seemed to be no rationale reason for it, but I wasn't looking for one
either. I only knew I needed sex. Masturbation wasn't enough and I
eased my hand from my pussy as gently as I could in my haste. I winced
and gasped as my soft vaginal mouth widened around my palm, throbbing
as my cunt gaped wide open. I could see the dark channel leading to my
womb, empty but for the pooling of my own juices. I licked my cum
stained hand, sucking my fingers and lapping the oily residue from my
palm like a dog as I pushed myself off the floor.

"June?" Henry blinked with surprise, standing in our bedroom wearing
only his plain boxers, a white t-shirt, and argyle socks.

"Lay down!" I told him, pushing my husband's chest until the edge of
the mattress caught his legs, bending his knees and letting him fall
onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, smiling and not yet realizing I was
naked and bruised and dripping girl goo from my yawning sex.

"Eat me!" I whispered, nearly jumping on the man in my eagerness to
feel his mouth on my sex. "Suck my pussy!"

"You're nakeeemmmph!" Henry's eyes widened with surprise, but I'd
already straddled his shoulders with my knees.

I dropped my cunt onto his open mouth, grabbing my husband's head with
my hands and pulling him against my crotch. Whatever he may have
thought at finding my vulva swollen and hot, my pussy wide open with
my labia loose and distended, Henry couldn't say a word. He'd eaten me
before, many times, but never like this. We'd always done it in the
dark, beneath the sheets where it was safe. I'd always lain so
quietly, enjoying his loving attentions, but only rarely expressing my
appreciation with much more than a soft moan and weak shiver. This
wasn't normal and he couldn't have expected me to be so aggressive, so
desperate for his kisses.

"Lick my pussy!" I demanded. "Tongue my hole! Ah! Fuck! Henry! Suck my
clit!"

I wanted him to do everything and all at once. I couldn't make up my
mind. My clit tormented me and my pussy quivered with the need to be
filled. My body flushed hotly and sweat seemed to burst from my pores
as I felt his tongue moving. I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy
against his mouth. I held his head tightly, refusing to let the man go
until he'd made me cum. This was better, I told myself. I needed
someone else to make it good. I found myself wishing for someone else.
A hard cock for me to suck would have been beautiful just then. Henry
could suck my pussy and I could mouth Wayne's huge cock. Someone else
could fuck my ass. Todd...No, Mr. Steinway's fat prick stretching my
asshole while my husband nursed on my cunt.

That's the fantasy that brought me off a moment later. I mashed my
pussy against Henry's face, grinding my gushing pussy across his mouth
and nose, ejaculating my female cum all over his cheeks and into his
eyes. This was better. This was good. I had a beautiful cum, the one I
needed, and my husband held my ass, squeezing my flesh and pulling me
against his hungry mouth. He enjoyed it too, I realized, although I
have to admit that I wasn't really concerned about him so much. My
body was selfish like my emotions and so long as I could cum, I
thought about nothing else.

We weren't making love, but only having sex and any other time that
might have disappointed me. I loved my husband. I wanted to share my
pleasure with him, but not just then. I rode his face to another
orgasm, urging him with the foulest language imaginable to fuck my
cunt with his tongue. To shove it inside my well-fucked hole and lick
my cervix and fuck my womb. Of course, he couldn't do any such thing.
Henry's tongue wasn't nearly so long or stiff or thick as even the
teenage boys who'd fucked me in my classroom. But still, I did enjoy
urging my husband on and he didn't seem to mind. I wasn't even sure
he'd noticed how spacious my normally tight pussy had become since
he'd last kissed it.

"Oh God!" I giggled after twenty minutes and three amazing orgasms,
falling off my husband's red, wet face to lay panting beside him.

"June..." he said weakly, blinking at me and licking his lips, wanting
to say something more.

"That was so good, Henry," I breathed, smiling into his warm, confused
eyes. "I really needed that."

"I guess so," he replied slowly and I could sense a certain tension in
him.

"Let me take care of you now," I whispered, crawling down his body and
kissing him through the cotton of his t-shirt as I went.

"What are you doing?"

"I know what you need," I sighed, finding his cock hard in his boxers
and I pulled them off his hips.

"What happened to you?" Henry wondered. "Why are you...Oh!"

I took his penis in my mouth, ignoring the pangs of disappointment I
felt at finding him much as I expected - small. His cock might have
been five inches long, maybe a bit more, and probably much the same
size as most of my sophomore students. Like a fifteen-year-old boy, I
thought, and not even half as thick as Mr. Clemons had been. I didn't
care in my heart, however; I loved my husband and I hadn't married him
for his penis.

He groaned as I closed my lips around the swollen head and slid my
pouting lips downward, letting Henry's cock ride my wriggling tongue.
At least I could take all of him, I took pleasure in that, and I even
had enough room to push my tongue beneath the shaft and tickle his
scrotum with the tip. I'd become a much better cocksucker than I
realized, but my husband certainly appreciated my newfound skills. His
hands found my hair, digging into the golden cloud and holding me
tightly as his hips moved. He pushed upward as if to give me more of
his cock, but there simple wasn't anymore to give.

My nose pressed against his pubes and my lips were wrapped around the
base. The head of his cock only threatened to make me gag and I
ignored the ticklish sensation completely. If he'd been only an inch
longer I might have had him in my throat, but this was nice for both
of us. I didn't even have to move. I used my tongue and suckled
Henry's penis like an oversized straw, drawing my cheeks inward for a
few seconds at a time before I had to swallow the spit and precum
filling my mouth.

Henry didn't last very long. Much like when he fucked me, his
excitement quickly got the better of his lust and I felt his hot semen
spurting into my mouth only two or three minutes after we'd started. I
found that disappointing as well and again he reminded me of my
students, but I decided to take it as a compliment. My husband plainly
enjoyed my mouth and he didn't mind telling me so.

"Ahh...June! That feels so good!" he groaned, bouncing his butt off the
mattress as I swallowed his salty cum. "That's the best blowjob I've
ever had!"

I pulled my mouth off his weakly spurting cock with a wet plop,
holding the shaft in my tight fist as I milked the sperm from his
balls.

"Really?" I smiled at him. "How many have you had?"

"Huh? Oh...Ummmm...A few," he admitted sheepishly and I giggled, rather
liking that look for some reason.

"Don't be shy!" I teased him, licking my lips with my cummy tongue.
"Tell me. How many girls have sucked your cock?"

"What?" he laughed nervously. "I don't think that's something..."

"Before or after we were married?" I asked, rubbing my thumb around
the smooth, wet glans of his penis.

"Huh?"

"Henry," I pouted playfully. "Have you been getting your dick sucked
at work?"

"No!" He blinked at me. "I'm...Before. I mean, when I was in college I
knew a girl and, um..."

"Ohhh..." I sighed and lowered my head so I could kiss his hairy balls.
"I thought maybe you were cheating on me."

"I wouldn't, um...What? Nugh-ugh!" He gasped and shivered as I drew his
soft scrotum into my mouth, pulling his testes between my lips as
well.

I could get both of his balls in my mouth and I continued to jerk
Henry off while I gave him a wet, sloppy nut job. I pulled his sack
tight and suckled his balls like they were small, soft jawbreakers. My
hand nearly covered the length of Henry's shaft completely, leaving
only and inch or two for my fist to move up and down. That seemed to
be enough for us, though. Henry closed his eyes and smiled at the
ceiling and this time he lasted twice as long, six or seven minutes at
least before his cock erupted in my fist.

His balls tightened as Henry's muscles pulled them upward with every
rapid pulse. His cum spattered on my fingers mostly. It didn't shoot
very far at all, but he'd had an orgasm just a few minutes before, so
I could understand if his second wasn't quite so enthusiastic. It
still felt good for him and I felt my heart swell with love for the
man. I kept his balls in my mouth until Henry's orgasm had finished
and then spit them out gently so I could lick his cock clean, and my
fingers as well. My husband, I thought, had very tasty cum!

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I wanted to talk to my husband, but after I finally did take a bath
and cleaned myself thoroughly; after I'd dressed in a modest skirt and
a wonderful cashmere sweater, I couldn't bring myself to confess what
I'd done. My heart ached to tell Henry everything. I wanted to find
some explanation that he'd accept. I wanted to be forgiven and lose
the guilt I felt after my feverish desires had faded. I felt ashamed
everytime I looked at him and I could feel my face flushing with
humiliation. I couldn't bring myself to do it though and I kept
waiting for him to ask me the inevitable, unanswerable questions.

But he didn't.

He must have noticed the hickeys on my breasts. He'd certainly
discovered my raw, gaping pussy. He'd spent nearly half an hour
sucking me off, how could he ignore what was right in front of his
nose? I'd let him see me naked for the first time in our lives. I'd
sucked his cock! I'd licked his sperm from my fingers while he'd
watched and still my husband refused to comment on any of it. I didn't
understand and it worried me. I felt confused and frightened, nervous
and paranoid, glancing at him every few minutes in search of some clue
as to his thoughts and feelings.

But he acted perfectly normal.

"...and then I found they were over-billing Haven Safe Promotions by
three hundred percent and refunding most of that to the Attorney
General's office in the form of licensing fees." Henry glanced at me.
"And you're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

"What?" I blinked and then smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Henry. I'm
listening; I just don't understand any of it."

"Accounting is pretty boring," he admitted with a chuckle. "Sorry. How
was your day?"

"Uhhh..." I cleared my throat and blushed, turning my head to look out
the window.

We were driving to the nicest restaurant in the city, which was
actually nothing more than a large town, if the truth be told. With
only some 50,000 people living there, Cotton Falls wasn't what most
people would call a metropolis. The tallest building was the Ramada
Inn and that only had sixteen stories. We had a shopping mall and
Honeywell was the biggest employer. I wasn't exactly sure what they
built there, mostly computer equipment, I imagined. The town had a
fresh, clean look though, and we liked it a lot. It was the sort of
town where people knew each other and could raise their families.

That's another thought I'd been having and didn't particularly want -
A family. How many boys had fucked me that day? I tried to count them
and gave up. Too many, that's the only possible answer, I thought. One
would have been too many and I'd taken dozens of cocks, all of them
spewing their potent seed into my fertile womb. How could I have been
so foolish? I could have been pregnant just sitting there in the car,
listening to my husband ramble on about his boring job. Why didn't he
ask what was wrong with me? He hadn't even asked me about the phone
calls to his office that morning and Henry's careless, blas� attitude
almost made me angry.

"Did you, um...look at my contract when I took the job here?" I asked
slowly, needing to say something. "I mean, I know you looked at it,
but...Did you read it? All of it?"

"I think so," Henry replied. "I had one of the partners look at it.
Why?"

"Did it say anything about, uh..." I swallowed hard and looked at him, "...
the Naked in School Program?"

"Uhhh..." He nodded slowly and looked away, concentrating on the road in
front of us.

"What?" I asked. "It did say something about it. What was it?"

"It said that teachers are required to participate," he replied and I
couldn't tell how he felt about it.

"That's all?"

"Well, there was a lot of legalese involved," he said with a shrug.
"But basically, I think it said teachers would participate one week
out of the school year and, uh...Are they making you do it?"

"Yeah," I admitted, looking down at my hands. "This week. I had to, um...
Today, at school, I was...naked."

"Ah." Henry nodded. "I guess that explains the phone call."

"You knew," I said. "Someone told you, right?"

"A girl called me," he replied. "Uh...Amy? One of your students, I
think. She just said you were naked in school and locked in the
bathroom and...Are you okay?"

"You're going to ask me now?" I blinked at him, but that didn't make a
whole lot of sense, I suppose.

"Uh, well..." Henry smiled nervously.

"I'm fine," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and feeling angry
for no good reason at all, except I'd been a cheating slut all day.

"It's just part of the job," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous or
anything. I love you, June."

"I know."

"George called me this afternoon and explained..."

"George? Principal Steinway? He called you?"

"He said you were doing fine," Henry said with a reassuring smile.
"That you were teaching and having a good time and...everything was
perfectly okay."

"Oh."

"I know it couldn't have been easy for you," my husband sighed,
reaching for my bare leg and stroking me beneath my skirt. "I wasn't
ignoring anything; I just didn't want to make it worse. I think the
Program is good for the kids and I'm very proud of you."

"You do? You are?"

"Well, sure," he said with a soft chuckle. "I just wish I was still in
high school. All those girls running around naked?"

"Huh!" I snorted.

"You must have given the boys a little thrill," he teased me, sliding
his hand a little higher and for some reason Henry's touch was turning
me on.

"Maybe," I admitted softly, licking my lips and spreading my thighs a
little wider for him.

"I can just imagine a school full of horny teenage boys watching you
walk around," he continued. "That beautiful body of yours. Those tits...
Your perfect ass..."

"What?" I stared at him, feeling my body growing warmer, my pussy
tingling as my clitoris began to wake. Henry never talked to me like
that!

"Those poor boys are going to be dreaming of you tonight," he told me
as his fingertips found my lace panties. "Jerking off in their beds
thinking about you."

"Henry..." I breathed, squirming in the seat as I felt him massaging my
moist pussy through the thin satin.

"Makes my cock hard just thinking about it," he whispered, looking at
me more than the road. "Did any of them touch you? Did you let them
finger your pussy, June?"

"Ohhh..." I groaned as he pushed his fingers between my pussy lips,
pulling my panties tight as the thin crotch threatened to tear.

"George told me about reasonable requests," my husband said. "He told
me you might have to...do things. You let them kiss your tits, didn't
you?"

"Yessss..." I hissed between clenched teeth as I grabbed Henry's wrist
with both hands.

"What else did they do?" he asked, driving past the restaurant without
slowing.

His fingers were digging a satin furrow along the cleft of my vulva
and my clitoris had grown hard enough to make a tiny bulge at the very
top. Henry found it with his thumb, pressing my clit and making me
jerk with pleasure.

"Did you suck their cocks, June? Did you give those poor boys relief
after teasing them with your sexy, naked body?"

"Oh! Oh God!" I gasped, grinding my sex against his hand as I moved it
around. I held his wrist like an odd shaped dildo, fucking myself
against his fingers and cursing my panties as they restrained his
exploration.

"Did you let them fuck you?" Henry asked, pulling into the empty
parking lot of a Wells-Fargo bank and throwing the car into park with
a sharp jolt.

"Fuck me!" I breathed, clawing at the door and finding the handle by
accident as much as anything else.

I nearly fell onto the asphalt and stumbled to the front of the car,
bending over the hot metal with the engine still running, the
headlights illuminating my wide spread legs. Henry hadn't wasted any
time either. My husband was right there, pushing me down with one hand
between my shoulders and the other yanking my skirt upwards. He didn't
try to remove my panties, but only tore them aside with a ripping
sound that seemed to echo through the still night air.

His cock drove into my cunt from behind and I felt it, but only
barely. He simply wasn't large enough to stretch my recently fucked
pussy, but in my head - in my heart - I felt my husband's cock driving
into my steaming sex relentlessly. Whatever I needed to feel
physically couldn't compare with my emotions. I could feel him just
fine. The knowledge that I was taking my husband's prick bareback for
the first time in our short marriage made me cum quickly.

"I love you!" I gasped, shivering beneath Henry's weight as he lay on
my back.

He'd cum too, I realized, just as quickly as I had. A thirty second
fuck and that might have been laughable if hadn't been so spectacular.
Only someone desperately in love can understand that and as short as
it lasted, somewhere in my feverish mind I knew that I'd just had the
best fuck of my life.

"I love you too," Henry breathed, finding my mouth with his as I
turned my smiling face. We kissed longer than we'd fucked, a lot
longer, and Henry cock slipped out of me unnoticed.

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"I feel wonderful," I said with a giggle, drinking my third glass of
champagne over a candlelit dinner.

"You look wonderful," Henry agreed and we'd been sharing meaningless
affections ever since we'd sat down.

"I feel like we're on our third date again," I said and Henry gave me
a smile.

"Not our first one?"

"I didn't love you on our first date," I said with another small
laugh.

"I loved you," Henry sighed. "From the second I saw you."

"Liar," I sighed happily. "But don't stop, I like it."

"I'm not lying," he said, reaching for my hand and stroking me with
his fingertips. "I stalked you for a month before I got up the nerve
to say hello."

"Really?" I gave him a doubtful look.

"It's true," he said with a nod. "You were dating that football player...
What was his name?"

"I can't remember."

"Liar," Henry teased me.

"No," I whispered, staring into his eyes. "I don't remember him at
all."

"You must have had a lot of boyfriends if you can't remember their
names."

"Be nice!" I giggled. "They don't matter anyway. I married you,
remember?"

"Yeah, I remember that," Henry sighed. "The best day of my life."

"But the night could have been better," I admitted with a frown. "I'm
sorry I was so...frigid."

"Frigid?" he shook his head and gave my hand a squeeze. "No. I was
just happy to wake up next to you the next morning."

"Yeah?" I bit my bottom lip.

"I was afraid it was just a dream," he whispered. "I love you so much,
June."

"I love you too, Henry."

"Ahem...Are you finished?" a busboy asked, gesturing at our neglected
plates. "Can I take these away?"

"Yes. Please." Henry nodded without looking, but the voice sounded
familiar to me.

"Jake?" I blinked at him as memories of his cock stealing my anal
virginity filled my mind.

"Hi, Mrs. Trotter," he said with a grin. "You look really great
tonight."

"Uh...Thanks," I replied weakly, feeling my face burn with embarrassment
and my asshole seemed to pucker with an unexpected muscle contraction.

"One of your students?" Henry wondered, looking at the boy.

"Jake Hanson," he said, introducing himself with a smile. He even held
out his hand. "Mrs. Trotter was teaching us gym class today."

"Oh." Henry smiled back as he shook the hand of the first boy who'd
ever butt fucked his wife.

"You know..." Jake grinned, "...physical education?"

"Right," Henry agreed. "Well, June loves to teach."

"Yeah." The boy nodded. "She's really great. Here...Let me get this
stuff out of the way."

I could only sit there, red faced and sweating as Jake cleared away
the dishes and made room for the dessert we hadn't ordered yet. He
kept looking at me, of course, giving me a lascivious, knowing grin. I
felt the warmth growing inside me and my eyes traveled down his
uniform and I caught myself trying to discern a bulge in his black
trousers, but I couldn't tell if he had an erection or not. Part of
me, the wanton slutty part, hoped he did. I wanted to think that he
remembered stretching my virgin asshole with his prick, sliding
through my clasping rectum and into my bowels over and over until he'd
dumped his hot load inside my body.

"Are you feeling okay?" Henry asked, noticing my flushed cheeks as I
squirmed in my chair.

Like a paper cut that doesn't hurt until it's noticed, my ass had felt
fine until Jake had shown up to remind me how sore I really was down
there. I'd let five? six? of my students fuck me in the ass and by the
end of it I'd wanted more. My pussy quivered and I'd been feeling our
mixed cum leaking past my torn panties all evening. I hadn't cleaned
myself after Henry had fucked me on the car. I'd wanted to savor the
feeling and more than that, I liked it that Henry knew we were sitting
in a fine, romantic restaurant with his cum spilling down my thighs.

I need him again, but not Henry.

"Too much champagne," I said with an apologetic smile. "I, uh...I'm
going to freshen up."

"Okay," my husband said agreeably. "I'll order you some of that
cheesecake you like."

"Just a sliver," I said, standing up slowly and ignoring the stares
from other men sitting with their wives and girlfriends.

I'd long been accustomed to male unwanted attention and I think Henry
actually enjoyed seeing the envy on other men's faces, but I'd always
found it annoying. The wanted attention was what interested me at the
moment and I wasn't sure what I was doing or why. I had to be crazy. I
wondered if I suffered from some mental disorder like schizophrenia or
something. I loved my husband. We were sitting together and I could
have asked him for anything. So why did I catch Jake's eye and give
him the smallest possible nod on my way to the ladies room?

He followed me, as I knew he would.

"Mrs. Trotter?" he whispered, pushing open the door and I grabbed his
arm, pulling the boy inside.

"In my ass!" I told him, practically dragging him towards the stalls
and shouldering one open.

"No problem!" He chuckled as I face the toilet and bent over the
plumbing, spreading my legs and grabbing the toilet seat.

We didn't say much else after that. We had to be quick and quiet and I
closed my eyes, concentrating on muffling the sharp gasp and low
groans that rose from my tummy. Jake pushed my skirt over my back and
found my ragged panties with his hand, tearing them apart at my left
hip so that they fell around my right ankle. His cock was already
stiff and my knees shook as I felt him rubbing the head across my cum
soaked pussy.

For a second I thought he'd fuck me there, but he only wanted to get
his penis slippery with my husband's cum. Jake pressed his cockhead
against my tender sphincter and pushed hard, splitting my anus easily
and driving half his prick into my rectum all at once. I winced and
swallowed down the noises of pleasure that threatened to erupt from my
open mouth. I shoved myself against him, rolling my hips as if
screwing my asshole onto his penis and that felt amazing.

"Yeah, Mrs. Trotter," Jake breathed. "Fuck my cock, you slut!"

He wasn't moving, but only enjoying the ride as I writhed around his
erection. I rocked my ass and rolled my hips in a tight circle, taking
him deeper and deeper until I felt his wool trousers itching my butt
cheeks. Jake fucked me then. He leaned over me enough to reach my
tits, cupping my aching breasts through my sweater while he hunched
his hips with short, quick strokes. My asshole burned. My pussy
quivered against the vibrations. My entire body grew tense as my
rectum clasped itself around Jake's beautiful cock.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit with cum stained fingers.
I had to cum and Jake was making it easy. His cock filled my asshole
completely and I shuddered with a wild orgasm, digging three fingers
into my sex and feeling my cunt collapsing around them. Jake didn't
even slow down. He drove his dick into my ass relentlessly, huffing
and puffing into my hair, holding my tits and squeezing them so hard I
thought they'd burst beneath his fingers.

My orgasm seemed never ending and somewhere in the middle of it Jake
found his own release. Hot semen filled my asshole, soothing my weary
muscles as it seeped into every nook and cranny. That familiar greasy
feeling was a welcome one and I nodded my head with happy acceptance.
That's what I'd needed. A hard cock in my ass. A load of fresh ball
juice to keep me warm inside. I giggled softly, licking my lips and
panting for air. I felt like a slut. I knew I was a slut. I hadn't
been able to sit still for ten seconds knowing Jake's cock was right
there waiting for me.

"That was awesome," Jake chuckled, pulling his semi-hard penis from my
asshole and using my skirt to wipe it clean. "Thanks for the fuck,
Mrs. Trotter."

"Yeah." I breathed standing up as the boy put his cock away and zipped
up his pants.

He left quickly and I spent several minutes washing my hands and face.
I felt my asshole burning, but not with pain. It didn't hurt, but only
felt uncomfortable and I fixed my make-up as I felt the first dribble
of Jake's semen leaking from my puffy anus. I felt squishy as I walked
out of the ladies room and I had to concentrate on walking normally,
ignoring the odd sensation of having an ass load of cum leaking from
my rectum.

Some of the other patrons must have noticed though. I heard some soft
giggles and the odd whisper here and there, but I kept my head up. I
didn't feel ashamed or even particularly guilty. It always took me
some time to come down from a good orgasm and the adrenalin and
endorphins, all those magic chemicals were like a wonder drug that
filled me with nothing but confidence. I felt good and nobody could
know what I'd been doing. None of those people knew the busboy had
just fucked my ass in the ladies room.

"Hi," I said with a smile, sitting down gingerly and suddenly
wondering if I stank of sex. Perhaps that's what people had noticed.

"Hi," Henry replied with a soft chuckle and I gave him a curious look.
"Do you feel better?" he wondered and I nodded.

"Much," I said and he still looked at me strangely. "What is it? Do I
have something on my face?"

"Uh, no." Henry shook his head. "You're, uh...panties are..."

He leaned over slightly, as if looking at something on the floor and I
looked down too. I didn't see anything at first, but then I saw my
ragged, cum stained panties hanging loosely off my right ankle.

"Oh!" I blinked and blushed and giggled nervously. "Uhhh...Oh!"

"Yeah." Henry chuckled. "One of your favorite students, eh?"

"W-What?" I felt my cheeks redden finally and my tummy did a flip-flop
as I realized Henry knew I hadn't been alone in the restroom.

"He's a good looking kid." My husband shrugged and I couldn't believe
he wasn't angry.

"I'm sorry!" I gasped softly. "I didn't mean to...I don't know why...I
just...I'm sorry!"

Any other husband would have slapped me, or walked out of the
restaurant and left me crying.

"Eat your dessert," he said and then stopped me as I tried to remove
my panty from my foot with as little embarrassment as possible. "No,
leave it right where it is, June."

"But..." I glanced around the room and a dozen couples were staring at
me with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

"Everybody's already seen it anyway," my husband said. "They all know
your slut."

"What?" I blinked at him, but Henry only smiled as he reached for my
fork.

"Open up..." he prompted me as if I was a child, sliding a bite of
Boston cream pie between my lips. "Did you fuck the chef too?"

I shook my head as I chewed slowly, lowering my eyes submissively and
feeling my face burn with humiliation.

He refused to give me back my fork and spent ten minutes slowly
feeding me tiny bites. I have no idea why I found that so completely
humiliating, but I did. I begged him with my eyes to stop and let me
go. To allow me to remove the torn lace panties from around my ankle,
but he only smiled and admonished me to chew slowly. I felt my eyes
growing moist, but I didn't cry, thank God. Not even when our waiter
arrived with the check.

"Do you want to tip him?" my husband asked. "I can wait."

"Henry!" I felt my bottom lip trembling and one lonely tear finally
rolled down my left cheek.

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