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Archive name: shame.txt (FF, exh, inc, reluc, bond)
Authors name: Little Miss Blair (littlemissblair@webtv.net)
Story title : Shame On Me

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Shame On Me (FF, exh, inc, reluc) 
by little miss blair (littlemissblair@webtv.net)

***

Schoolteacher inadvertently discovers her dark side, a 
side so humiliating and bizarre, it ultimately leads to 
consequences with her teenage daughter.... and her 
daughter's girlfriends. 

***
 
"Jack, where are we going?" I asked. "You said if I went 
to the movies with you tonight you would bring me 
straight home. This isn't the way home." 

"This will just take a few minutes," Jack laughed. 
"You'll love this. I haven't visited this place in 
years." 

"Jack, I have to work tomorrow. Unlike you, I work for a 
living." 

"Hey, don't get personal bitch. I work. When I have a 
job I work. Anyway, we're here." 

The car turned up a winding dirt lane ending in a wide 
opening overlooking the city. Four or five cars occupied 
the self-made parking area. 

"Jack, this is a make out spot for teenagers. Why the 
hell would you want to come here? Let's go...I have to 
get home." 

Jack found a space and turned off the motor. 

"Put out or get out baby," he smirked. 

"Wow, real juvenile Jack. Put our or get out? Real 
funny. Now take me home." 

"I'm serious Kelly. We've been going out for a month and 
you've put off every advance I've made. I'm getting a 
blow job tonight or you can walk out of here. I don't 
give a damn. One or the other. What's it going to be?" 

"Tell you what Jack," I said as I opened the door. 
"Don't call me any more, don't drop by any more. 
Everyone told me you were a loser. I should have 
listened to them. Your contemptible... no, your beyond 
contempt." 

I slammed the door and walked over to the nearest parked 
car. Without thinking I jerked open the passenger side 
door and was met with a loud scream. 

"I'm sorry," I said apologetically. "I'm so, so sorry, I 
didn't mean to frighten you...I really hate to 
interfere...." 

"What the hell are you doing?" the young girl screamed. 
"You scared the hell out of us." 

"I'm really sorry," I continued to apologize. "It's just 
that my friend sort of dumped me and I need a ride away 
from here. I'll gladly pay you to drive me to an all 
night restaurant or gas station, somewhere I can call a 
cab." 

The girl glanced over at the driver as she hurriedly 
buttoned up her blouse. I couldn't help but notice her 
difficulty, her ample breast filling it to capacity. 
Apparently the driver assented because the young girl 
pulled her seat forward to give me access to the back 
seat of the car. 

"Get in," she said. "It's chilly out there." 

That's when I noticed. Half way into the back seat I 
noticed...the driver... having the same difficulty as 
the passenger. A perfect set of firm; round breast being 
stuffed into an all to small blouse... they were both 
girls! And so young! 

I'm not a prude. I'm also not a woman of the world 
either. I'd never seen two girls together before. I was 
stunned and intrigued at the same time. The girl's voice 
startled me out of my trance. 

"How far do you live from here?" She asked. "Maybe we 
can give you a ride all the way to your home if it's not 
to far away." 

"I don't know, maybe five miles. Twenty minutes are so I 
would think. No more than twenty minutes." 

"We can give her a ride home can't we Jenny," she said 
to the driver. "There's no reason for her to take a cab. 
Twenty minutes is not too far away." 

"Okay, okay," Jenny replied. 

I could tell by the tone in her voice she wasn't exactly 
happy with my interference of her evening. 

"I'll pay you," I reiterated. "You don't know how much I 
appreciate this." 

Jenny started the car. As we pulled out of the parking 
area Jack was still sitting in his car, a look of 
disbelief on his face. 

"Was that your boyfriend we just passed?" the girl 
asked. "He looked mad." 

"No, he's not my boyfriend. Just an idiot I went out 
with a few times. He decided it was put out or get out. 
I surprised him and got out." 

"The girl's giggled at my candor. 

"My name is Heather," the girl on the passenger side 
said. "And this is my friend Jennifer. Sorry I yelled at 
you when you opened our door. You just scared me for a 
moment. I usually keep my door locked when we're up here 
if you know what I mean." 

"Which way do I go," Jennifer interrupted. North or 
South on the freeway?" 

"North," I said. "And get off at the Oak Street exit. I 
hope I'm not taking you too far away from your home." 

"Oh no, like we only live a few miles from here. We're 
like, you know, your neighbors." 

"Do you girls go to school around here?" I asked 
nervously...I thought I needed to make conversation. 

"I'm a senior at Riverside High," Heather said. 
"Jennifer's a freshman at a Community College near 
hear." 

"My daughter's a senior at Riverside High!" I exclaimed. 
"And I teach at Belmont High." 

I knew the minute I opened my mouth I'd volunteered 
personal information that could have best gone unsaid. 
They didn't need to know about me...and certainly not 
about my daughter. Well it was too late now, I felt so 
damn dumb. 

"Oh yeah, is that right? Your daughter's a senior at my 
school? Like what's her name?" 

Well, it would really be rude to clam up now, I thought 
to myself. Besides, I haven't done anything wrong...
embarrassing maybe, but not wrong. So I answered her. 

"Sarah, Sarah Callahan. You probably don't know her. You 
have about five hundred seniors in that school don't 
you?" 

"We do have a big class," Heather said. "Like our school 
is... like the biggest in the state I think. Three 
thousand students. So your daughter's name is Sarah 
Callahan, huh. I don't think I know her. Does she like 
play sports or anything?" 

"She plays Soccer." I knew I had said enough. I wasn't 
going to volunteer any more information about Sarah. I 
still had this lingering feeling in my gut I shouldn't 
have said anything in the first place. 

"So you teach at Belmont, huh. They're like our biggest 
rival in football you know. We kicked your butt two 
weeks ago." 

"I know," I said. "Excuse me Heather... Jennifer, 
there's the exit. As soon as you get off the ramp make a 
right at the first street. I live about six blocks down 
that street." 

Within minutes we were at the my house. As I squeezed 
out of the back seat I thanked them again for being good 
Samaritans. They refused to take any money. They waved 
as they drove away. 

Sarah was already in bed when I entered the house. She 
usually waited up for me but she knew I was with 
Jack...she didn't like Jack. 

As I lay in bed I thought about the two girls, 
especially Heather. The girl goes to high school in my 
school district, gets caught in a sexual situation by 
me, and when she learns I'm a teacher, acted totally 
unconcerned about it. 

Granted, I didn't teach at her school, but we were still 
in the same school district. Very confident girl, I 
thought to myself. 

Next day, out of curiosity, and some concern, I called a 
teacher friend at Riverside High. I just wanted to give 
myself some peace of mind and make sure Heather wasn't 
one of those "Bad Girls" that might spread rumors thru 
the school about my previous nights dilemma. I didn't 
want my daughter to be embarrassed about something that 
was caused by me. 

When I finally made contact with Betty she laughed when 
I asked about a girl named Heather. 

"My god Kelly, do you know how many Heather's are in our 
Senior Class? And you don't know her last name? What does 
she look like?" 

"She was about five foot, six inches tall," I said. Long 
blonde hair, very pretty and extremely shapely... oh, 
and well endowed. She also talked rather mature for her 
age." 

The only Heather that Betty could think of that fit my 
description was Heather Barrrinton, a grade "A" student, 
a former cheerleader who participated her sophomore and 
junior years, but dropped off the squad this year. She 
also was heavily involved in her drama class. 

"By the way," Betty said, "I saw your daughter in the 
hallway the other day. I haven't seen her since last 
school year. She getting to be a absolute knockout...she 
must be fighting the boys off this year. She sure is a 
cute kid." 

I laughed. "Kid," I said, "She turned eighteen four 
months ago. And you're right. Our phone rings off the 
hook every night. I might have to get her, her own 
extension." 

It was nice talking to Betty again. We were roommates in 
college but seldom saw each other any more, especially 
since my divorce. My ex and her husband were best 
friends...still are as far as I know... and it became 
extremely awkward for us to get together socially. 

I felt a little better with the information she gave me, 
enough that I pretty much put the whole incident out of 
my mind... except the two girls kissing that was going 
to be hard to forget. 

When I arrive home that night Sarah was waiting for me. 

"What happened last night mother that you had to get a 
ride home with Heather Barrington." 

"How do you know something happened?' I asked. I felt 
distraught that my daughter had found out. 

"Heather Barrington approached me in the hallway today 
and said she met you last night. She wanted to tell me 
how much she admired you for what you did... walking out 
on that guy. That's all she would tell me. Was it Jack? 
What did he do to you?" 

I broke down and told Sarah the whole story. I knew I 
was going to hear "I told you so" from her. She despised 
Jack. I guess she was right about him. She was ecstatic 
that he wouldn't be coming around any more. 

Sarah left the bomb shell for last. She didn't know it 
was a bomb shell but it was nevertheless. 

"I never met Heather before," she said. "I've seen her 
in a couple of plays the drama class has put on though. 
Anyway, after she introduced herself we talked for a 
long time. She's really a nice girl. In fact, she 
invited me to a movie with her and a friend this Friday 
night."

I could feel the air rush out of my lungs. I was at a 
total loss of what to say to her. I couldn't refuse to 
allow her to go. That wasn't the kind of relationship we 
had. We operated on trust and she never gave me any 
reason not to trust her. 

I certainly wasn't in a position to tell her of 
Heather's sexual inclinations either. I wouldn't know 
how to broach the subject anyway. We seldom...no, we 
never talked about sex because...because I put her off 
so many times she finally stopped asking. I knew I was 
just going to have to trust her good judgment...and 
worry. 

Friday night I waited up for her. She had a midnight 
curfew...she was home by eleven thirty. 

"So, did you have a good time tonight?" I asked 
nervously. "Was it a good movie?" 

"I had a great time," she said. "Heather and Jennifer, 
that's her
friend, were a blast. I asked them to come in when they 
dropped me off
but they said they had to get home. I'm sure glad I met 
her. I couldn't
have done it without you Mother." She laughed, 

I knew she was chiding me. And it was true, if it wasn't 
for that goddamn Jack I wouldn't be going thru the 
stress of her new found social life. 

She appeared to be so happy...maybe Heather and Jennifer 
were typical teenagers, nice girls who were just 
experimenting the night I met them. Anyway, she was home 
and everything seemed to be alright. 

*

The following week Sarah would mention Heather almost 
everyday. They had become extremely chummy at school. I 
still didn't know how to handle it...so I did nothing. I 
was growing tired of the nagging worry...nothing had 
happened to make me worry...nothing I knew about anyway. 

I was still concerned. But what was I concerned about? 
That she would find out that Heather had flirted with a 
perverted form of sexual behavior...or she was bisexual, 
or gay! 

Would Heather try to seduce her? Would my daughter 
succumb to Heather's advances if Heather did hit on her? 
And why wouldn't Heather try...my daughter was 
beautiful...and sexy too, although I've tried subtly to 
monitor her clothing purchases. But her personality, the 
way she carried herself...she was sexy, extremely 
innocent, but sexy. 

Friday she went out with Heather and Jennifer again. 
Heather had tickets to a dinner playhouse in the city. 
Heather must have surely talked Sarah into going because 
she had never shown any interest in the arts before. At 
least that was one positive thing in their relationship 
I could cling to. 

I met with friends myself that night...dinner and 
drinks, and didn't get home till past midnight. 

Sarah was already fast asleep when I looked in on her. I 
don't know what possessed me... looking for confirmation 
that everything was all right I guess, but I went into 
her bathroom and opened the clothes hamper. I wish I had 
left well enough alone. 

There, right on top, were Sarah's panties. The minute I 
picked them up my heart sank. They were soaking wet. I 
put the crotch to my nose, it was definitely a sexual 
discharge. 

I lay in bed fighting my emotions. I couldn't sleep, I 
couldn't think of anything else. I still had the panties 
in my hand. For the life of me... I have no 
explanation... I sniffed her panties! 

What I did next was... was sick. I began fingered 
myself... fingered myself until I shuddered in pleasure 
from an overwhelming orgasm. And then I cried myself to 
sleep. 

*

The night's sleep didn't help much. I felt so ashamed, 
so terrible for my actions. I didn't know how I could 
have done such a thing. I have never had sexual feelings 
towards women, especially my own daughter! I realized it 
had been a very long time since I had sex... but that 
wasn't an excuse for my behavior. 

I finally convinced myself that my fantasy during this 
weak moment was Heather and Jennifer...not my daughter. 
But the panties... 

At breakfast Sarah informed me her two new friends were 
coming over to the house that night. They were going to 
buy a couple of pizza's and watch videos. I was welcome 
to join if I wanted. 

About seven Heather and Jennifer arrived. There was a 
sudden change of plans for some reason. They decided to 
go out for pizza instead and I was invited to go along. 

I immediately accepted their invitation...at least 
nothing would happen with me along. I felt like I had to 
atone for my actions...and after a day of shame and 
guilt, I knew I had to get a grip on my emotions. 

Surprisingly, we had a wonderful time at the pizza 
place. I felt like a young school girl again and I 
couldn't remember the last time I laughed so much. The 
four glasses of wine they insisted I drink went a long 
way in relaxing my inhibitions. I even convinced myself 
that my actions the night before was an aberration and 
would never happen again. 

When we left the pizza place Heather and Sarah 
immediately crawled into the back seat leaving me to 
ride up front with Jennifer. I didn't pay any attention 
where we were going, the wine had given me quite a buzz. 
Then I noticed the familiar dirt lane...where my 
nightmare started... the teenage lovers lane! 

"What are we doing here?" I demanded of Jennifer. Her 
eyes lifted to the rear view mirror, her way of hinting 
to me to look in the back seat. Heather and my 
daughter...I could hardly breath... they were in full 
embrace, their tongues intertwined in a wet, sensual 
kiss. 

I couldn't speak. It was all so surreal. I felt an arm 
go around my neck and pull me gently. I turned my head 
and a soft pair of lips adhered to mine. I thought I was 
trying to pull away but... but my sexual instincts 
accepted the long, wet tongue into my mouth. I groaned 
as Jennifer pushed me back on the seat, her left hand 
resting on my knee. 

"Nooo, noooo, please don't do this...Jenny, please stop. 
Take us home...NOW. Sarah, you stop it back there young 
lady...what do you think your doing, and in front of 
your mother...YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW.
DO YOU HEAR ME!" 

I twisted in my seat, my eyes were met by an ignoring 
daughter. 

"Please... oh Sarah, you don't know what your doing. 
HEATHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SARAH?" 

My head was spinning...my heart pounding... the effect 
of the wine was beginning to immobilize my thought 
process. I suddenly became engrossed with the perverted 
sight being played out in the back seat of the car. My 
daughter, my beautiful Sarah, her breast exposed, 
Heather's lips locked on to her long, hard nipple. 
Sarah's moans of pleasure was... was vulgar... and, god 
forgive me, like an aphrodisiac, a key to a depraved 
side I didn't know I had, or understood. 

I closed my eyes and gave way to Jennifer's advances. It 
was so wrong, sooo wrong, sooo good. 

My daughter continued to moan from the back seat. "Oh 
God, yes Heather, yes." 

I slowly sank down in my seat, my legs spreading my 
thighs submissively. Jennifer's fingers, stroking my 
pussy, my panties leaving little doubt to my state of 
mind, sooo soaked from this long awaited sexual contact.
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Jennifer slipped her fingers beneath my panties, my 
soaking slit sucked them in. I knew this wasn't like any 
foreplay I had ever experienced, this was 
real...plucking me like a stringed instrument, skilled 
beyond her years. And I was letting it happen because... 
because I liked it. 

The moaning in the back seat grew louder, the very idea 
that one of them was my daughter seemed to urge me on, 
to bring me closer to ecstasy from the depths of this 
insane depravity. But I hadn't reached bottom yet. 

Jenny brought me to the brink and stopped. My first 
words in this altered state... "pleaseee, don't...don't 
stop. So close, sooo close." 

She raised her hand to my face... brushing my lips, the 
smell of my own cunt...cunt, I never used that word 
before, the odor from her fingers was intoxicating and I 
sucked them, sucked the juices from them like... like... 

Jenny pulled away from me, planting her back against the 
driver's door, her right leg thrown over the top of the 
seat. As her tanned thighs parted, the wickedness of her 
exhibition sent a shudder of perverse pleasure coursing 
thru my body. 

The urge to please her was overwhelming, so much so I 
lowered my head between her outstretched legs without 
knowing what to do. 

As my lips touched her slit I breathed in deeply, 
inhaling her scent... kissing her pussy lips sloppily as 
my tongue snaked thru the labyrinth of her thick patch 
of hair, sticky from a steady stream of flowing 
juices... tasty juices... 

I lapped her till my tongue felt swollen, her groans 
were my cue...repeating what she liked...doing my best 
to please her. Her eruption was sudden, cum oozing from 
her profusely, and it coated my tongue like a tart, hot 
syrup...its own unique flavor. 

I wanted to cum... needed to... to feel that delicious 
feeling when your body entertains itself... when it 
steals that moment of control away from you and puts you 
in the throes of ecstasy, that uncontrolled pleasure. 

She pulled me by the hair until my face was buried in 
her breast, her lovely, firm teenage breast. I slobbered 
over her nipples, covering them with her own cum, 
licking it up again, while she caressed the nape of my 
neck... and sighed, seemingly sated for the moment. 

My own sexual needs gnawed at me, my submissive behavior 
leaving me uncertain... should I ask, beg, or would she 
recognize my unquenched need. GOD, I NEED TO COMMA... my 
silent scream. 

"You're such an obedient slut Sarah," I heard Heather 
say to my daughter. "You lick pussy like you were born 
to it. How about her slut mom up their Jenny? She must 
have really got you off, you were grunting like a pig." 

"Oh yea," Jenny replied. "She was sooo good, and it's 
like, you know, her first time. Maybe cunt sucking runs 
in the family." 

Their words were like daggers, tears of shame welling up 
in my eyes...and as low, as debased as I felt, I still 
wanted... "No, god no, I NEEDED to cum!" 

Like a child I began to plead, whispering in Jenny's 
ear. I didn't want Sarah to hear. 

"Fuck my pussy Jenny. Pleaseee, will you fuck my 
pussy... pleaseee. God, I need it so bad. 

"Did you hear that Heather," Jenny muttered. "The 
teacher wants to cum. What do you think Sarah? Ever 
think you would hear your mother beg one of your friends 
to fuck her?' 

Suddenly, for the moment I didn't care who heard...just 
so someone relieved me of the overwhelming need I was 
lusting for...and the more debased I felt, the more the 
lust built up in me. 

I heard whispering in the back seat followed by a hand, 
fingers sliding up my thigh. I spread my legs leaving 
little doubt what I craved. Fingers under my panties 
nipping at my clit, the flow from my pussy now trickling 
down my leg. 

"Cummm, I need to...I'm going... going to. to cummmmm... 
I... I'm... Cum... CUMMMMINGGG!!" 

I screamed as my body convulsed to the fingering of my 
now raunchy slit. I opened my eyes; "NOOOOOOO," I 
screamed, when I recognized the ring on the finger... 
the finger that was giving me so much pleasure. 

But I couldn't stop it... the orgasm, the all consuming 
orgasm, forcing my hips to thrust, to hungrily accept 
the fingertips of my own daughter! The more repulsive it 
seemed, the harder my body convulsed. It crossed my 
mind...the depravity... but I couldn't stop... no longer 
wanted to stop. 

My scream, my piercing scream, as I fucked her slender 
fingers, eventually feeling the warm cum puddling around 
my anal ring, another pleasurable after effect, and it 
caused me to cum again. 

And as I lay there, totally exhausted, juices still 
trickling down my legs... tears trickled down my 
cheeks... I was suddenly consumed by shame, total shame.

We rode back to my house in silence. Once there I bolted 
from the car, stopping at my front door to wait for 
Sarah. I watched as Jenny went from the front seat to 
the back, and from thirty feet away I could see their 
images...Sarah between them as they sexually ravaged her 
at will. And her screams, not a cry for help...and my 
stomach sickened as I listened to her beg for 
more...again and again. 

I ran upstairs, barely making it to the bathroom. Once 
inside I fell to my knees, my head buried in the commode 
as I vomited till my gut ached. Without getting up, I 
spread my legs on the bathroom floor and, god forgive 
me, I fingered myself to another orgasm. 

*

When I awoke in the morning I could hardly move. My body 
ached, my entire mouth cotton dry, and the headache just 
above my eyes was an unforgiving throb. 

I staggered into the bathroom, greeted by my night 
deposit still in the commode. I quickly flushed it away 
and reached for the aspirin, taking three in quick 
succession. And then... oh god, I looked in the mirror. 
My face said it all, teenage cum caked to my cheeks, 
sunken, dark eyes and knotted hair. 

I spent the next hour showering and making myself look 
presentable. The preview from the previous night ran 
through my head like a porno film... and I was in it! 

I had no medication for the ache in my heart... my 
shame, the loss of my daughter's respect. My entire life 
was about her, for her, and in two short weeks every 
hope and desire I had for her seemed to be dissolving 
before my eyes. 

She had improperly touched me... fingered me, and I 
allowed it, my body betraying me... shattering every 
moral value I ever held. Incest, the very word brought 
tears to my eyes, ruining the make up I had just 
applied. My life, my whole adult life had been about 
children, teaching, everything I considered sacred. And 
I had this sinking feeling... this feeling I may have 
thrown it all away...I wept. 

When I finally pulled myself together, made myself 
presentable again, I went downstairs. Sarah was in 
living room reading. I couldn't look at her, quickly 
exiting to the kitchen for coffee. 

As I sat at our built in coffee nook, my favorite place 
in the house, I watched as the birds converged on the 
feeder Sarah had hung years ago, This was truly the 
saddest day of my life... even sadder than the day my 
dad had died...this had an evil attached to it. 

"Mom, mom we have to talk." Sarah entered the kitchen 
and stood behind me. I didn't turn around, I couldn't 
face that lovely child and what she... we had become. 

"Mom, I'm sorry I got you into this. I'm really sorry. I 
just don't know how... they sort of put me up to it 
and... well it sounded so, so exciting at the time." 

"They planned this!" I hissed. "They deliberately 
planned to see if they could turn you and I into sexual 
perverts... depraved like themselves. Well one sin is 
enough...and it stops right here young lady. Do you 
understand. Last night was a nightmare...and I can't 
explain it, why it happened, why I let it happen. Look 
at me Sarah. I'm an adult, a teacher for god's sake. And 
I let myself get drawn into something so depraved, so... 
and in front of you! You cannot possibly imagine how I 
hate myself right now." 

"Mom, you're human, like everyone else. It's not like 
you didn't enjoy it. Remember, I was there too...and I 
saw..." 

I slapped her... I lost if for a moment and slapped her 
across the face, I had never, ever raise a hand to her 
before... had never hit her. The stunned look, the full 
pouty lips, and then the smile... she smiled. 

"Wow, mother. That was a good one." She intentionally 
rubbed against me as she left the room, and I shuddered 
as her nipples scraped across my back. 

The sun was shining, the birds singing... it was a 
beautiful weekend day. I climbed the stairs and crawled 
back into bed... sobbing myself to sleep again.

The house was dark when I awoke. Downstairs, on the 
dinner table, the note said don't wait up for me...went 
to Heather's house for dinner with her family. Love, 
Sarah. 

Just as the ten o'clock news was coming on Sarah came 
through the front door. Thank god she didn't appear to 
have had a carnal experience with anyone. 

"Mom, you're still up. I had such a wonderful time 
tonight. Heather's family are really nice people. Her 
Dad's a doctor..did you know that?" 

"Now how would I know that," I said in my most 
exasperated tone. "And who cares anyway." 

"I'm sorry mother, you're right, how would you 
know...and I care because I liked them. Anyway, we had a 
lovely dinner and...well they were so interesting to 
talk to. I really enjoyed meeting them." 

I was totally amazed at her bubbly disposition. God, to 
be young and innocent again, able to separate normal 
from abnormal, innocence from the dark side. It actually 
gave me hope...that all this sexual sickness was a 
phase, and fazes end...that maybe my vision of Sarah's 
life could somehow be fulfilled. 

"So, anyway, I'm going to bed," Sarah said. Do you want 
to do something tomorrow. Shopping maybe. We haven't 
done that for awhile... two or three months probably." 

"Uh, well I guess so," I said cautiously. "Okay, why 
not. What the hell, I could use a few things I guess." 

As Heather started up the stairs I knew I had to say 
something to her, something that was bothering me 
terribly. 

"Heather, about this morning..." 

"Don't worry about it mother. I've forgotten all about 
it." 

"Well I haven't, and I'm really ashamed of myself for 
striking you. I'm so sorry, it will never happen again. 
You know I love you don't you." 

"Good night mother. And get your credit card ready. 
We'll see how sorry you are tomorrow." 

For the first time in twenty four hours I felt good, 
almost normal. I sat down with a book I hadn't finished 
and lost myself in its mystery. 

*

We were dressed and out the door next day by noon. I was 
feeling wonderful, my daughter and me were doing 
something positive together...it felt so natural. How 
quickly that feeling passed...a subtle bomb you might 
say. 

We were in Nordstrom's, the teen's section, when a young 
sales girl approached. "Can I help you find anything." 
An innocent approach from an innocent girl. 

"No, we're just browsing," Sarah said. As the young girl 
walked away Sarah tugged on my sleeve. "Look," she said. 
"Look at the ass on her." 

Without thinking I turned...she was a cute thing, sexy, 
like Sarah, like Heather, like Jennifer. Her short 
skirt, the exaggerated motion of her tight, round 
cheeks...what the hell was I thinking! 

"She's a little fox isn't she," Sarah said, her eyes 
still riveted to the girl's perfectly formed ass. 

The rush of excitement caught me by surprise and before 
I knew it I was taking baby steps towards that slippery 
slope again. 

"Nice," I said. "Very nice." 

The remainder of the afternoon was like our own private 
game, pointing out to each other every hot looking girl 
we saw. My justification...I wanted to keep this open 
line of communication with my daughter. But deep in my 
heart I knew that wasn't true...that I enjoyed looking, 
thinking, wanting. My god, what was wrong with me...with 
us. 

To my amazement, our little hint of sexual openness had 
a direct bearing on our purchases. I allowed Sarah to 
buy clothes I wouldn't have dared a month ago. And, with 
her suggestion, I made my own purchase of some revealing 
items that were totally out of character for me. I was 
convinced I would never wear them, but for the moment, 
it made me feel so sensual just to carry them around in 
a bag. 

By the time we arrive home I was so hot I excused 
myself, something about changing clothes...I hid in my 
bedroom and fingered myself to a fabulous orgasm. And 
there was little doubt in my mind that my daughter, my 
sexy little girl, was in her own room doing he same.

Walking to my classroom on Monday was difficult, to say 
the least. I tried my best to act nonchalant, to act as 
if nothing in my life had changed over the weekend. I 
certainly didn't want to be changed, but deep down I 
knew...I knew I had been exposed to a form of sex 
totally foreign to me, and as sorry and ashamed as I was 
Friday and Saturday, this was Monday, and my body was 
stirring, a beginning of a craving I felt I had little 
control of. 

I was inundated with flesh, in the hallways, in class, 
even in the teacher's lounge. I couldn't purge it from 
my mind and, by noon, I weakened to the point of openly 
gazing, fantasizing about every hot looking female that 
came with in my sight. 

Like Bridget, sitting in the front seat of my fourth 
period class, her short skirt barely covering her long, 
tanned legs. Lost in a Test I had assigned the class, 
she continually fidgeted in her seat, and at one point I 
even got a glimpse of her white cotton panties. When 
class was over I immediately went to the ladies room to 
clean the mess I had made of myself, a wonderful 
mistake, as I climaxed from the wet cloth I was using. 
Not an acceptable behavior in school, but the bucking of 
my hips pretty much said it all, orgasms rob you of 
caring.. 

Afterwards it's a different story. You feel repentant, 
ashamed, and above all, scared. You question 
yourself...how could you let this happen...and then, 
you're back in the hallway, another hot looking teen and 
it starts all over again. 

By days end my mind had become one dimensional. My 
panties were pasted to my cunt when I pulled into the 
supermarket, stopping to shop before going home. 

"Mrs. Callahan?" 

"I turned in the aisle. "Yes," I said as I turned to see 
who was speaking to me. 

"It's Annie, Annie Barker. Remember me? I was in you 
class five years ago." 

Annie Barker. I remembered an Annie Barker, a plain 
looking thing. This girl wasn't plain...a knockout...and 
purposely dressed to display her feminine assets. My 
god, what a body, I thought to myself. 

"Yes, yes I remember you Annie. It's been awhile hasn't 
it. How are you doing?" 

"Fine, just fine. I'm married now, and I'm teaching just 
like you. My first year, my maiden voyage you might 
say." 

We both laughed...I inhaled her perfume, a faint odor 
of her womanhood pierced thru the fruity cologne. 

"So, where are you teaching? Obviously around here 
somewhere." 

"Riverside High. Freshman English. Can't stand 
them...Freshman, what a terrible age. I wonder if my 
freshman class was as brain dead as the one I'm teaching 
now."

"Probably. You just don't remember. By the way, I have 
a daughter at Riverside. You probably don't know 
her...she's a Senior." 

"I know a Callahan girl. Sarah...she played Soccer. I 
was one of the assistant coaches. Is that your 
daughter?" 

"Yes, that's her. You know, I attended most of her 
games. I guess I never noticed you there...or maybe I 
just didn't recognize you. You certainly have changed 
in five years. You're an absolutely lovely young lady." 

"Well thank you, I appreciate the compliment...and I 
might say you're as beautiful as ever."

"Well, sometimes I don't...she interrupted me. 

"Listen, my husband is out of town this week. You want 
to stop somewhere for a drink." 

I could literally feel the juices run out of me. My 
better judgment said no, the tingle between my legs 
said yes. 

"Sure, there's a little place right down the street. 
I could meet you there in about fifteen minutes." 

"Okay, I'll see you there. I'm sure glad I ran into you. 
I wasn't looking forward to going home to an empty 
apartment, especially this early in the evening. This is 
the first time we've been apart and I'm not doing "alone 
at night" very well." 

As I drove towards the bar I knew I was only going to 
get hornier. I felt bad, the girl was only looking for 
company because she...she was lonely and a little blue. 

She was there when I arrived. She already had three 
drinks sitting in front of her, compliments of two or 
three male admirers sitting at the bar. 

"Men, wasting their money," she said. Well, at four 
dollars a drink, I guess we can let them fantasize." 

I was on my fifth drink when I excused myself to go to 
the ladies room. I never noticed Annie following me. 
When I came out of the stall Annie was standing in the 
middle of the room. 

"Oh, I didn't' know you were in here," I said to her. I 
went to the sink to wash my hands. I looked in the 
mirror to check my appearance, what I saw was Annie's 
image standing directly behind me. 

Her arms encircled my waist, her hands rising to cup my 
breast. "I've wanted to feel your tits since I was a 
junior in high school," she whispered in my ear. "God, 
they're so lovely, and your nipples...I knew you would 
have large nipples." 

I was frozen to my spot, try as I might I couldn't seem 
to move. She surely saw the disbelief in my face, and 
the fear.... 

"This wasn't a chance meeting tonight," Annie whispered 
to me. I'm a friend of Heather's. You know, the hot 
number your daughter is dating." 

I wanted to run. I could feel the blood draining from my 
head. Who knew what about me...my one little 
indiscretion...was it becoming public knowledge? 

"What are you talking about?" I murmured. 

She didn't answer. I watched in the mirror as her 
fingers continued kneading my breast...the breast with 
no bra...kneading the breast of the woman who always 
wore a bra, always, until today. 

"Don't act dumb with me Mrs. Callahan. My pussy is 
soaking...I've been waiting for you all day...waiting to 
cum for you...that's what you like isn't it? Heather 
says cunt lapping is in your blood. Is that right, Mrs. 
Callahan? Are you a good cunt licker? 

I turned to face her, losing the pleasure of my breast 
massage. Annie, stepping back, lifted her skirt. I 
stared at her panties, her wet, delectable panties...she 
spread her legs in a lewd manner. 

I looked around nervously. It suddenly dawned on me we 
were in a public bathroom. Annie apparently read my 
mind. 

"The door's locked Mrs. Callahan. Come on, get down her 
and lick my cunt... you want to, I know you do." 

She slid her fingers between her legs, fingering herself 
for a moment... lifting her hand, offering her fingers 
to me. They slipped through my lips, into my mouth. She 
moaned her approval when my tongue licked them clean. 

I don't remember kneeling, but I do remember my face 
buried between her legs, my tongue, my lips, licking and 
sucking her panties, looking for drippings, anything 
that tasted like pussy. 

She pulled her panties aside, the other hand entangled 
in my hair... pulling me to her...my tongue buried 
between her slimy gash. I licked it's full length, again 
and again, then the pearl of my search, sucking her clit 
into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue 
till she came, her hips fucking my face, like I was her 
personal cock for the night. 

When she came I came with her. But, unlike her, I left 
there soaking... she was clean...making me cleanse her 
with my lips and tongue... even the bittersweet sweat 
from the crack of her beautiful, firm ass. 

My car smelled of cunt by the time I arrived home. I 
didn't even bother to wipe up my drippings from the 
seat... I wanted it to smell like cunt in the morning.

I awoke next morning with an odd thought...I never 
looked in on Sarah before going to bed. I always looked 
in on her, and it bothered me that I could be so 
thoughtless. 

I immediately went to her room...her bed had not been 
slept in. Downstairs a note, she was good at leaving 
them. 

{ Mother where are you? You didn't come home from work. 
Heather phoned and ask me to come over and stay the 
night...that's where I'm at. Why didn't you call? Love, 
Sarah } 

Jesus, I didn't even call. I totally forgot. And the 
groceries, I had left them in the car. Ice Cream, milk, 
all melted and spoiled. 

I made myself a cup of coffee, downed two aspirin... 
finally allowing my previous night of lust, and its 
possible consequences, to play thru my mind. 

As hard as I had fought my new found sexual cravings I 
feared I was losing the battle. But teachers and 
students at my daughter's school fraternizing... having 
abnormal sex... I couldn't afford to be a part of that. 
But I was a part of it!

Somehow I knew, in my weakest moment, I would succumb, 
no matter how shameful and depraved it might be. 

I was slowly losing control, I was allowing all sorts of 
vulgar thoughts to dominate me... it could effect my 
employment, I could even lose my job! 

And my friends, my family... if they knew of my lewd 
behavior; the thought of how humiliating that would be 
sent a surge of pleasure to my mound.

Suddenly, I was insanely calm as I let my mind conjure 
up the image of Annie, and me on my knees in that filthy 
bathroom...God I loved that luscious cunt of hers. 

As I prepared to dress for work I scanned the clothes I 
purchased on Sunday. What the hell, I thought...I wanted 
to look as slutty as I felt, I put on the extremely 
short skirt and the sheer see thru blouse. 

My nipples immediately erupted, the soft silk setting 
them afire. With the light weight cotton blazer buttoned 
at the waist, I thought I could hide my exposed breast 
but...but I would know I was nearly naked under the 
jacket. It was such a sexy thought, a sexy feeling. 

Strolling through the hallways at school, I could feel 
the leering eyes of the boys on me. The skirt, or what 
there was of it, showed a lot of leg. I also knew they 
could see the sway of my unencumbered breast under the 
thin cotton blazer, It felt so obscene, so indecent, my 
panties were soaked before first period was over. My 
life, as I knew it a week ago, was slowly slipping away. 

At lunch time the teacher's lounge was buzzing until I 
walked in. It was clear, to me at least, that most of my 
fellow workers took exception to my choice of dress. The 
tinge of guilt I felt was my conscious telling me they 
were right. I just couldn't fight the demon inside of 
me. 

My fourth period class was my final class of the day. As 
soon as the last student was gone I removed my 
jacket...an hours worth of test papers to grade called 
for some comfort. 

I was lost in my concentrated effort to grade each paper 
properly when Bridget burst threw the door. 

"What are you doing back here," I asked quizzically. 

"I...I forgot my purse Mrs. Callahan." 

For a moment I wondered why she was staring at me so 
intently. It suddenly dawned on me, she was staring at 
my breast...breast clearly seen thru my blouse. I didn't 
cover up... I didn't put on my jacket, I stood there 
while my nipples swelled and my weeping pussy tingled. I 
stared back at her, my god she was so hot looking... a 
blonde Lolita, and I searched her face for an approving 
look... that she liked what she was looking at, that she 
wanted her cunt sucked. I knew the likelihood of that 
was nil...not everyone was on the slippery slope to 
hell... just me... and my daughter. 

She hung her head, grabbed her purse and left. My 
indiscretions were mounting.

Sarah was making herself a sandwich when I arrived home. 
She did a double take when she saw the clothes I was 
wearing. 

"You wore that to school today?" she asked in amazement. 
"That's so cool. Do you know how hot you look?" 

That last statement made me extremely uncomfortable. My 
daughter looked hot too...standing there in shorts to 
tight, halter top to small, but I didn't' t tell her she 
looked hot. 

That's not what a mother tells a daughter. There are 
different depths of depravity...I wasn't going to let 
myself hit bottom. But standing there in the kitchen, 
looking at her perfectly round ass... my pussy 
moistened... god help me, my own daughter! 

I went upstairs to change. I was so hot... I needed 
to... I slipped out of my room and tiptoed down the 
hall. In Sarah's bathroom I found the panties she wore 
to school that day. 

Back in my room I removed my blouse and skirt... stood 
in front of the mirror, the crotch of her panties buried 
in my mouth. With one hand I pinched my left nipple till 
I whimpered in pain, my other hand buried in my cunt...I 
came so hard my legs turned rubbery as I crumpled to the 
floor. I finally realized something...the depths of 
depravity has no bottom... you just continue down. 

*

The remainder of the week I went back to my normal dress 
habits, the Bridget encounter had instilled a new fear 
in me. Bridget didn't appear to act any different in 
class, and I could only hope she would keep our little 
secret to herself. 

Friday, Sarah called me from her school at noon. "Mom, 
there's this woman whose having a party tonight at her 
house and Heather said I should call and let you know 
you're invited." 

"What woman?" I asked. "What are you talking about. I 
don't want you going to some party at some strange 
woman's house." Spoken like a true mother, I thought. 

"It's a teacher here at school mother." She was 
whispering in the phone.
"Mrs. Barker...Annie, Heather said you knew her." 

I was glad this conversation was by phone are how would 
I have explained my flush red face...my need to take a 
deep breath before I answered her. My bathroom escapade 
with Annie rushed thru my mind...short circuiting 
directly to that spot between my legs. 

The phone was silent. "Well mother? Are you still 
there?" 

"I'm here. Listen, we'll talk about this at home 
tonight. I just can't think right now. Okay." 

"Mother, I'm going to the party. I wasn't calling for 
your permission. I was calling to see if you wanted to 
go. You've been invited...do you want to go or not?" 

"Listen, young lady, you don't tell me.... 

"Good-by mother." 

She hung up the phone. I was livid... I was hot... I 
stepped into the supply room, locked the door and 
masturbated. To clean myself of my discharge I licked my 
fingers dry. I continued to use my fingers, scooping at 
my pussy till there was nothing left...anything but the 
smell of my sex, which permeated the little room. 

That night I arrived home about seven. Sarah had already 
left. On the dining room table was an address, and a 
map. ANNIE LIVES HERE marked by a big red X. 

I tried to relax, watch TV and forget about what I may 
be missing, what my daughter might be doing... I 
couldn't. 

I went upstairs, lay out my other sheer blouse, a skirt 
even shorter than the one I wore to school, and my one 
and only pair of string panties. 

After showering, and dressing, I stood in front of the 
mirror, the string up my ass quickly setting my mood... 
and in the car, my arousal so intense my hands were 
shaking as I grasped the steering wheel. I was totally 
overwhelmed with anticipation.

Annie's apartment wasn't an apartment at all. It was a 
duplex house sitting at the very end of a cul-de-sac in 
a residential area. There were at least twenty vehicles 
parked around the house when I arrived. 

I hadn't stopped shaking, but now it was nerves, not 
anticipation of a good time. 

Stepping out of my car into the darkened street, the 
cool breeze blowing over my mostly exposed legs, sent a 
shiver thru me. 

Before leaving home, In my bedroom... in my mirror, I 
thought I looked sexy. Now I felt slutty. I even thought 
maybe I should just go home... to my safe, mundane home. 

A sign on the door said "DO NOT KNOCK, COME ON IN." The 
living room was full of girls, young teenage girls, the 
familiar giggling, a trait of theirs, and flesh 
everywhere, apparently each trying to outdo the other in 
dress. A literal sea of pussy...but my sensibilities 
telling me I didn't belong there. 

I didn't recognize anyone. I quickly scanned the room 
for Sarah, Annie or even Heather. I didn't see anyone I 
knew. I was almost relieved. This was not the type of 
party I was expecting... although I really wasn't sure 
what I was expecting. 

I suddenly had a panic attack and left... back to my 
car. As I sat there, getting my bearings, there was a 
tap on passenger side window. It was Bridget, the blonde 
from my class, my fantasy Lolita. I quickly thought of a 
valid reason why I happened to be there. 

I unlocked the door and she climbed in. 

"I saw you come into the party, then leave," she said. 
"You're not staying?" 

I felt so uneasy, her seeing me here. I knew I had to 
protect my reputation as a teacher, so far as I knew it 
was still intact. 

"No, I was looking for my daughter," I convincingly 
lied. She forgot her house key and I didn't want her to 
get stranded if she happened to get home before me 
tonight. I was just on my way to meet some friends for 
dinner. How about you, are you attending the party?" 

"Ya, I get invited to a lot of Annie's parties," Bridget 
said. "My parents own this duplex, Annie and her husband 
rent from them." 

"Oh, that's interesting. Annie has a lot of parties?" 

"No, not really. Only when her husband is out of 
town...and only when my parents go to our summer cabin. 
My parents don't allow parties in their rentals so... 

"So, your parents are out of town... they allow you to 
stay home by yourself?" 

"Sometimes. I have a job at the mall now... I work on 
Saturdays so I had to stay." 

As she talked I could hardly take my eyes off 
her...especially when I tried to not be so obvious...but 
my god, she looked so good, her blonde hair in a long 
pony tail, a short plaid skirt and bobby sox. 

Would you like to come in for a drink? Her question 
jolted me out of my trance. "I have a bottle of 
wine...or my parents do, but we can drink it." 

"No, I don't think I should be seen at a party of young 
girls. It doesn't seem...well it's just not 
appropriate." 

"I didn't mean the party. I meant at my house... we live 
in the other half of the duplex." 

"Oh...I see, you and your parents live next door. 
Well... I don't know Bridget, I have these people to 
meet and..." 

Bridget shifted in her seat allowing me a quick glimpse 
of her thigh...I choked back a moan.

My world was shrinking. My best judgment was telling me 
to go home. I didn't need to be in one of my student's 
home...alone with her. I glanced in her direction, the 
thought of those white panties I occasional glimpsed in 
class, my demon answered for me. 

"Sure, why not. I can't stay long but a glass of wine 
sounds nice." 

I followed her up the steps to the front door, her hips 
swaying with each step, her ass so tight, so perfect, It 
was hard to imagine anyone so impeccable, so 
unblemished, ever had to take a shit. 

As I sat on the couch she went to the kitchen for wine. 
Returning with two glasses, she sat opposite of me, 
crossing her legs. There, in all their splendor, were 
the white panties I adored. 

"Can I ask you something Mrs. Callahan?" 

"Sure Bridget, what?" 

"Why do you allow your daughter to, you know... go to 
parties like Annie's?" 

I knew I should have left when I had the chance. 
Bridget's question... I didn't want to answer it... I 
had no choice. 

"Well, I trust my daughter Bridget. I believe she would 
make the right decisions if she found herself in an 
improper situation. I think she was invited to this 
party by some friend. Why? Is there something about the 
party I should know about? 

"Wow, I wish my parents thought like you. That's sooo 
cool." 

"What about the party Bridget." I suddenly felt 
reckless... I wanted to put her on the spot. After all, 
I hadn't done anything improper, and it was a logical 
question. Is there some kind of danger I should know 
about?" 

"No, nothing like that. It's nothing, just a party. Can 
I ask you another question?" 

"What?" Bridget refilled my glass... I already felt warm 
from the first glass. 

"Remember the day I returned to the classroom to get my 
purse?" 

"Yes, I remember. Why?" 

I sort of walked in on you when you were, you know, 
wearing that shear blouse. How come you wore that to 
school?' 

So she did notice! God I felt warm. The wine was having 
a quick effect on me. "I don't know Bridget. Bad choice 
I guess. Did it upset you?" 

She didn't answer. 

"Why don't you take your jacket off and make yourself 
more comfortable Mrs. Callahan." 

Tossing caution to the wind I removed my jacket knowing 
full well I would be putting my breast on display. I 
also knew full well that's why she suggested it. 

Throwing the coat aside, I looked up at her stare... and 
as I thrust them out proudly, harden nipples and all, my 
gaze fell on her legs. They weren't crossed any 
more...feet on the floor, slightly spread, but with an 
unobstructed view all the way to her crotch. 

My innocent Lolita, Bridget was coming on to me! 

"My cunts wet, you know," she said as matter of fact. 
"It's been wet for sometime." 

"Can I see?" I said huskily. 

She didn't hesitate, spreading her legs wider, sliding 
slowly down in her chair, leaving no doubt what she 
wanted from me. 

I was on my knees in an instant, my head dipping between 
her legs, my lips caressing her soft thighs. 

"Are you going to eat my pussy Mrs. Callahan. Are you 
going to fuck me with your tongue, make me cum?" 

"Yessss," I moaned. "Your lovely, sweet pussy." Her 
panties were so wet and warm, a sign of new discharge. I 
hungrily suck the crotch into my mouth, sucking on them 
as my nostrils sniffed in the familiar aroma only a 
teenager could produce. 

Suddenly the front door opened... my head jerked away, a 
cold fear washed over me. As my eyes quickly adjusted to 
the semi darkness I could see it was Annie. I started to 
rise. 

"No, no, don't get up on my account Mrs. Callahan. I 
know how much you want to eat my neighbor's pussy. Or 
should I say their daughter. You do want to lick her 
pussy don't you slut." 

I felt so powerless around this wicked woman... woman? 
She was one of my former students. She could be my 
daughter. Daughter! My choice of comparison bothered 
me...it made me that much hotter. 

I hung my head. "Yes," I answered obediently. 

For some reason I wanted Bridget to see me so 
submissive, so slutty, so degraded. God, I could feel my 
panties filling...

"Then do it bitch, suck that little cunt. I have to warn 
you though, when she cums, she cums like a river. But 
then you'd like that wouldn't you Mrs. Callahan.

"Yesssss," I answered as my head dipped between 
Bridget's legs again. 

Annie sat down next to Bridget, attacking the young 
girls mouth with her tongue, Bridget moaned as she 
greedily sucked it into her mouth. 

I continued lapping at Bridget's luscious slit, my two 
finger slipping inside her up to my knuckle.

She was beginning to moan...and groan... louder, her 
tone changing as she approached her first orgasm. My 
lips surrounded her entire slit, my tongue flicking at 
her clit... I didn't want to lose a drop if she came 
profusely as Annie had suggested. 

"Are you about ready to cum Bridget?" Annie asked. 

"Uh huh," she moaned. "So close... going to cummmm... 
going, uhhhh, oh god... yesss... going to... 
CUMMMMMINGGGG!!" 

Her undulating hips, fucking her fuzz covered cunt 
against my mouth, she mewed in ecstasy, her cream 
filling my mouth with sweet, runny cum. I 
swallowed...and swallowed again, the familiar coating of 
my tongue and throat, to be washed down with wine. 

My own panties filling again...so much I leaked out on 
to the carpeted floor.

My entire mound was throbbing, never had I experienced 
such a lustful need...I straddled Bridget's ankle and 
humped it shamelessly. 

Her shin bone became greased in seconds, the friction of 
my cunt lips slipping up and down on her skin set my 
pussy afire, the pain...my god, the pain was exquisite. 

Suddenly, in a fit of superiority, Annie shoved me 
backwards...I lay sprawled out on the floor. 

"Pleaseeeee, I have to cummm. Annie, Bridget... please 
help me. I'll do anything. need to cum... to cummm!!" 

"It's not time for you bitch," Annie ordered. "I'll let 
you know when you can cum." 

Standing above me , Bridget, Annie, student and former 
student, watched as I groveled at their feet begging for 
sexual relief. I had become their slut pig, wallowing in 
shame... 

"Get the collar," Annie order. 

Bridget left the room, back in a second with a short 
leather looking belt. Annie fitted it around my neck, 
Bridget snapping a long chain to it. 

"Get up," Annie ordered. 

I struggled to my feet reaching for my jacket. 

"You don't need your jacket bitch," Annie barked. "Where 
we're going everyone wants to see those fabulous tits of 
yours. Let's go." 

Annie pulled on the chain... I followed. She led me out 
the front door, the cool air blistering my already 
aching nipples. Leading me across the lawn, we entered 
the other unit of the duplex, the side where the party 
was in progress. 

I halted at the door. "Please Annie, I can't go in there 
like this. Your humiliating me...my daughter is in 
there. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me." 

Tears were streaming my cheeks... my pussy steaming from 
this degradation. 

She jerked the chain, I had no choice but to follow. 
Everyone in the dim lit living room turned to look as we 
entered. Annie continued walking, pulling me through the 
crowded room, all the young girls reaching out to grope 
at my body. I could feel their hands on my ass, my tits, 
pinching, rubbing, laughing at my despair. 

As Annie led me towards the stairs I could see Sarah, 
standing nearby, watching as I allowed myself to be 
displayed so shamefully.

As I neared her I tried to explain, to tell her I was 
sorry. She didn't say a word. Annie stopped for a 
moment, letting me stand in front of Sarah in all of my 
shame. Sarah reached out, pinching my nipple, her other 
hand sliding under my short skirt. 

"What a slut you are mother," she said. My hips pushed 
forward, wanting those fingers to fuck me, make me 
cum...she pulled away from me. 

Annie pulled me up the steps. A fear of the unknown 
swept over me... I didn't know where they were taking 
me. 

At the end of the hall, the very last bedroom, Annie 
released me from the collar and pushed me through the 
door, locking it behind me. I was standing alone in a 
room with a bed. 

Not for long. The room was dark but I could make out a 
figure entering thru another door across the room. 

"Hello Kelly. Long time since we've seen each other. I 
peered thru the semi darkness, trying to see who it 
was...the voice was familiar. 

The woman moved towards me. It was Betty! My friend for 
years...but how?
"Betty, what are you..." 

"You remember calling me two weeks ago to see what you 
could find out about a girl named Heather?" 

"Yes, but...I don't understand...what, why are you 
here?" 

"Because I want to fuck you Kelly. It took some doing to 
get this far... after you called I made Heather hook up 
with your daughter, although after Heather saw her it 
didn't take much of a effort on my part. They're quite a 
pair, those two. I catch them almost every day in the 
girl's restroom, if they're not eating each other, 
they're seducing some other unsuspecting teen pussy. You 
should see some of the fine young pussy they've supplied 
me with." 

"You used my daughter to get to me. Why? I still don't 
understand." 

"What don't you understand you fucking slut. I've wanted 
to fuck you for years. You just never knew it. 

She leaned over sucking one of my long nipples into her 
mouth. Pussy juice gushed from me, adding to the gooey 
mess between my legs. 

"Betty, my god, I never knew. All the dinners and trips 
together with our husbands. Even in college, we were 
roommates, I never knew. 

"You know now cunt. And you want me to fuck you don't 
you. Tell me goddamn it. YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU!" 

"Oh Betty, god yessssss, I need to be fucked. 
Pleaseeeee. MMmmmm... yes...fuck meee, pleaseeee. 

She threw me on the bed. My legs immediately spread, an 
invitation to eat me... fuck me... anything that would 
relieve my throbbing clit.

When I awoke I was alone, disorientated. I tried to 
move, the pain in my rectum was excruciating. Suddenly 
it all came back to me, Betty, the enormous dildo! 

I forced myself out of bed, every movement of my legs 
exacerbated the pain. I moved slowly out into the 
hallway, searching for a bathroom. 

Two doors down, I turned on the light, my movement 
reflected in a full length mirror...the image was not 
pretty. Especially the dried blood that had streaked 
down my legs. 

The pain subsided to a bearable degree as I cleaned 
myself as best I could. I was still wearing my skirt, 
completely soiled... my panties missing and my coat 
still next door at Bridget's home. Sneaking downstairs, 
I found Annie asleep on the couch, Bridget's head buried 
between her legs. It dawned on me my car keys were in my 
coat pocket next door. 

"Bridget, Bridget wake up." 

Bridget opened her eyes. "Oh, hi Mrs. Callahan. I didn't 
know you were still here.' 

"I have to get my coat from your house Bridget. Could 
you let me in?" 

"For what?" Annie asked as she suddenly stirred. "Your 
coat... your daughter took your coat. She also took your 
car." 

"Well, how am I going to get home?" I suddenly felt so 
abandoned. "I don't have any money. Can you loan me some 
for a cab?" 

"I don't have any money either," Annie said. "But I can 
get you a ride home." 

"Thanks Annie. I sure would appreciate it." 

As mean as she had been to me earlier, she now seemed to 
be making up in kindness. 
She went to the other room and made a call. When she 
returned she said someone was coming to pick me up. 

"Who?" I asked. 

"Don't worry, you'll be safe. Take my word for it. If 
this person can't get you home, no one can." 

I took her at her word and waited. Within ten minutes a 
car honked outside. 

"There's your ride cunt licker. See you around. I might 
call you to stop by my school sometime and give me a 
ream job between classes. You don't mind a little ass 
licking do you?" 

I quickly went out the door, her vulgar suggestion 
ringing in my ears. The cool air sweeping under my too 
short skirt felt good on my bare pussy. I had this eerie 
feeling something was leaking out of my ass but I 
couldn't feel anything running down my legs. 

An image of Annie's anal hole flashed thru my head... 
what would I do if she called me. Would I eat her ass... 
I knew I would. 

The car... the car was a police car! I turned to go back 
inside. 

"Are you Mrs. Callahan, the school teacher?" I heard a 
woman's voice yell at me. 

I turned back, it was a police woman talking to me. 

"Yes, yes that's me." Me immediate concern was for my 
daughter. I thought something had happened to her. 

"Come on. You need a ride home don't you? 

"Yes," I said cautiously. But how did..." 

"Annie phoned me. Said you didn't have cab fair. Come 
on. I haven't got all night." 

I approached the car to get in. "Get in the back seat," 
she ordered. 

I did as I was told. 

"Boy, you must have had a good time tonight," the police 
woman said as we pulled away. "I can smell you from up 
here." 

I was totally embarrassed. I didn't answer. 

We rode along in silence, a static voice from her police 
radio blurting out every few blocks. My heart beat 
quickened when she turned on to the little dirt road 
where my trip thru hell had started, the teenage lover's 
lane. The spot was deserted.. 

Oh no, I thought. God, what now? 

She got out of the car, removed her gun and holster, 
throwing it in the front seat. From the light of the 
moon I could see the outline of her curvaceous body, her 
long flowing blonde hair. She opened to back door. "Lie 
down on your back," she ordered. "Your head down this 
way." 

"Please, I just want to go home," I pleaded. 

She stared sternly at me. I did as she ordered. She 
pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and sat 
down on my face. The familiar smell of pussy filled my 
nostrils... my swollen, overworked cunt began weeping 
again. 

Her cunt was clean shaven, like a babies bottom, I 
hungrily dipped my tongue between the folds, licking 
upward towards her clit. 

"That's it baby, lick me good. That's it. Jesus, you 
know what your doing don't you." 

Within minutes she was cumming. Dribbles began to fill 
my mouth, I gulped down the sweet nectar...slurping 
after it all till she was clean and dry. 

She stood up, straightened herself out and got back in 
the front seat. Within ten minutes we were at my home. I 
couldn't wait to get inside and masturbate. 

When I walked thru the door I could make out the outline 
of Sarah sleeping on the couch. As I moved closer I 
could see she was undressed, wearing only a pair of 
panties and knee socks. It took all of my will power to 
not kneel down and lick her feet...her creamy 
thighs...her delectable gash. The police woman's taste 
was still in my mouth...I could even smell her on my 
breath. But the taste of teenage pussy...

Sarah stirred, looking up at me. I'm sure she could see 
the lust in my eyes. 

"Why are you standing there staring at me Mother. Do you 
want to eat my pussy? Right now, here?" 

"What?...I'm ...please, don't baby, don't ... 

"You heard me slut. DO YOU WANT TO EAT MY CUNT?' 

I didn't know what to say. I was so hot...that cop...
she had me so hot. I looked at Sarah, her beautiful 
body...that sexy teenage body...I nodded.

"Was that a yes mother," she asked sensually.. "You DO 
want to eat my cunt?" 

Yesssss," whispered loud enough for her to hear. 

"God, you're such a goddamn slut," she said. "Well, go 
finger yourself, I'm going to bed." 

As she walked around me I fell to my knees in the middle 
of the living room floor, three fingers buried in my 
swollen and bruised gash. My eyes never left her tight, 
round ass as she climbed the stairs, her twin cheeks 
fighting each other within the confines of her white 
bikini panties. 

She stopped, turned, and watched as my orgasm erupted 
violently, so intense I fell forward on the 
carpet...suddenly so tired, I fell asleep.

Over the weekend I barely left my room. I knew that 
somehow I had to get my life back, that the path I was 
on would have a tragic end. I also knew if something 
didn't change I would lose my daughter forever. 

The following week I put into action the plan I had 
conjured up over the weekend. First, I asked Bridget to 
stay after class so I could talk to her. I explained the 
bitter end she faced if she continued her ways. I didn't 
try to talk her out of her sexual preference for women, 
but to stop being so promiscuous, to find someone she 
cared for and stick with them. 

I also apologized for my moment in her life. She was 
very gracious, missing my point entirely...spreading her 
legs right they're in the classroom...apparently 
thinking I wanted to eat her pussy again. And as much as 
I wanted to, I refrained. 

Surprisingly, after she finally understood what I was 
trying to tell her, she took it well, even agreeing with 
me. I really thought our little talk would influence 
her. I knew, however, as long as other influences in her 
life remained she would have a hard time warding them 
off. 

The next day I phoned Betty, my long time friend since 
college. At first she refused to come to the phone. She 
eventually talked to me. I was very direct. I told her 
if I ever heard of her having sexual relations with her 
students again I would turn her in. She tried to 
intimidate me... telling me I would also lose my career. 
I boldly stood my ground and let her know in no 
uncertain terms I didn't care, I would ruin her. 

She called me back within an hour begging me, promising 
me she would never let her sexual life spill over into 
her job, her students, again. 

Then there was Annie... soft and sweet Annie, as 
hardcore as they come. I found out by accident she 
married her husband because his family had money. Annie 
understood when I told her I would tell her husband 
about her illicit sex life. I even eluded to possible 
criminal action. That got her attention. 

But I didn't trust her when she promised to stop her 
sexual practices. So I called her a few days later and 
gave her an ultimatum, quit her job or I would tell. She 
quit the next week. 

Heather and Jennifer I didn't worry about. I knew 
Sarah's relationship would run its course with Heather 
and that would be it. But I did let Sarah know, in no 
uncertain terms, that I was back to being a real mother, 
and if she didn't respect the rules I sat down, she 
would be on the street on her own. She didn't know I was 
bluffing, she bought it. And in time she did have a 
falling out with Heather. 

She graduated, finally, and went off to college. The 
last time I talked to her she even had a boyfriend. She 
couldn't wait for me to meet him. And thank god she 
didn't want to be a teacher... computers seemed to be 
her new passion, programming... something I know nothing 
about. 

The last I heard Heather had run away from home with 
Jennifer and no one knew where either on of them was. I 
sincerely hoped that everything turned out right for 
them. 

For me, living alone, gets to be a dreary existence 
sometimes. I have no misgivings, I did some awful 
things, I tried my best to repair them. I didn't, 
however, rid myself of all my perversions. The pleasure 
was too great for me to abandon them entirely. I'm just 
extremely discreet now, pleasure without worry so to 
speak. 

Helen and I reclaimed our friendship of sorts... no, 
that's not exactly right...we agreed to mutually 
pleasure each other occasionally. I drop by her house 
when her husband isn't home. She straps on that big 
dildo and fucks me like no one else can. I even take it 
up the ass when I'm feeling especially horny....slutty. 

And Gretchen, the cop, she also calls me once in a 
while. I still love licking her bald pussy and she 
usually goes down on me. 

It's still difficult though, to sit in class and look at 
those young sexy girls, the Bridget's of the world, 
they're so sexy and innocent, their pussy's so clean, so 
delectable. 

Occasionally I get lucky, something to fine to pass up. 
A young thing, selling magazines, came to my door one 
Saturday afternoon. Within an hour she was fucking my 
tongue, her sweet, greasy cunt juices smearing my face. 

With a savory mouthful of her sweet cum, mixed with the 
succulent, tart taste of sweat from the dark cavern of 
her ass, I felt sufficiently fulfilled until the next 
lucky occasion arises for me. After all, patience is it 
own reward... 

THE END
author, little miss blair 
(c) copyright 2001 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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