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Porterville High - Chapter 1.2
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Porterville High
Chapter 1.2
Ms. Sara Ellsworth was in a great mood. After shoving
Maria out the door, she had the best fucking since that time
when she was 14 years old, and she had teased seven of
her brother's 18 year old friends into "raping" her. There
was something about watching that haughty little bitch take
cock that made her horny as all get out. She had even worn
out her three studs. She lamented the fact that they weren't
very good lovers, but they made up in quantity what they
lacked in quality, and, besides, she had picked them
because they were safe: not very bright, glad to get sex,
and willing to let her be in charge.
She was standing in front of a full length mirror in her
home, her skin a delicate pink from the shower she had just
taken. Looking at her naked form she smiled: she looked
good. With her dancer's body and round, firm, if not large,
breasts, she knew she was a catch. She sighed and thought
about calling one of her boys over for the evening, but
decided against it; they were all pretty tired when she had left
them. Still, she didn't have to go without. She went over to
her dresser and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She turned
it on, slid it in until her labia closed over the ends, and then
put on a G-String to hold it in place.
She sighed as she felt the familiar, pleasant buzzing
inside her vagina, and clenched her legs together,
orgasming as the image of Maria's tortured face flashed
through her mind. She knew she was a nympho, but she
figured since she liked it so much, it wasn't a
problem.Walking naked, except for the G-String, through her
house, she went into her video room and picked out H.O.M.
video #16 and put it into her vcr. She sat down on a couch
opposite her tv and started the tape, her hand wandering
down to her clitoris. As the actors came on the screen, she
experienced the second of many orgasms which she was to
experience that evening.Saturday she invited all three of her
boys over, and they stayed until late that night pleasuring
her. She went to sleep satisfied but reluctant to have the
evening end, since she would have to do some schoolwork
for Monday.
Sunday came, and she rolled out of bed, put on her
robe, and wandered out to get her sunday paper. Picking it
up, she noticed a large brown envelope next to the paper.
Frowning with a sense of foreboding, she picked it up along
with her paper and, walking inside and shutting the door
behind her, dropped both the envelope and the paper on her
coffee table. She started her coffee and sat down, picking up
the envelope but loathe to open it. Finally she ripped it open
and dumped out the contents: a VHS video tape and a
folded piece of paper. She unfolded the piece of paper and
read, "This Wednesday at 8:00 pm be alone in your home,
and leave the door unlocked." It was unsigned. What the
hell? she thought. This was insane!
ow both curious and fearful, she picked up the tape
and headed to her video room. She sucked in her breath
and muttered shit as the tape began playing. She watched it
through to the end, every minute twisting another knife into
her gut. It was a tape of what she had done to Maria. With
this tape she could be put in jail for a long time. She was no
innocent; she knew blackmail when she saw it. She sighed
and shook her head as she rewound the tape and began
watching it again. She wondered who had sent the tape and
what he or she wanted. Well, she would find out
Wednesday, and there was nothing she could do about it
now, except hope that whoever had the tape wouldn't turn
her in.
Monday rolled around and Sara Ellsworth was more
subdued than usual, wearing conservative clothes and
refraining from flirting with anyone. Teaching her class, she
thanked god that Maria had decided not to show up today,
and otherwise kept her eye out to see if anyone acted out of
character. She didn't notice that anyone, not even her
fellow teachers, were acting any different than normal. She
was so nervous that she didn't even call upon any of her
boys to service her, and she retired to her large house and
sat in her bedroom, mulling things over.
The more and more she thought about it, the more she
hoped it was a man, or some dyke. She was confident that
anyone attracted to women would be attracted to her: it had
always been that way. She could give them a little taste of
what she could do, and, she was sure, after a while they
wouldn't be able to do without her--then she would be in
control, as always. She hoped.
Tuesday she was much more herself, and even called
on Sid and Paul to service her. Since the axe had not yet
fallen, she was pretty sure it wasn't going to; and she was
sure that she could handle any blackmailer to her
satisfaction.
Wednesday her day was filled with worry and
trepidation. It passed quickly and she found herself waiting
expectantly and fearfully for someone to walk through her
front door.Jim Parker had purposely avoided Ms. Ellsworth
for three days, but now he was going to cash in. He parked
three blocks away and walked through the darkness to her
house, imagining skewering that hot white meat on his dark
pole. He approached the front door and continued through,
stepping into a large entry room with a couch and several
chairs. He saw Sara sitting on the couch, her legs folded
under her. She was wearing a simple summer dress which
complimented her slim figure and firm legs. Her face was
framed by her short brown hair and her large green eyes
flashed when they saw him.
"So it's you," she said, standing up and facing him,
"our snooping janitor."
"Yep," Jim said, "now why don't we go somewhere
where we can talk business."
Glaring at him, she motioned him to follow her into her
living room, where she sat down on a cushioned chair and
motioned him over to the couch. Things might not go as
well as she planned, she thought, seeing in Jim a tough
customer. Still, he was a man, and men could be led around
by their dicks.
Jim sat down on the couch and looked over his prize;
boy but he was going to enjoy himself.
"What do you want, Mr. Parker," she said sharply.
"Well, Sara," he drawled, "I don't want just one thing, I
want several things...""Go on," she interrupted.
"Well," he continued, "I think right now I'd like $200
cash."
He watched, amused, as she stood up stiffly and went
down the hall to a back room. She returned with two $100
bills and handed them to him, saying, "Is that all?"
"Noooo," he dragged out the word as he put the money
into his pocket, "I think that now I want you to take off your
clothes."
Sara gave a little start. She had expected something
like this, in fact had been counting on it, but was taken
aback by his bluntness. Without saying a word, she began
stripping in a workmanlike fashion, a frown making her
pretty face look severe.
When she was standing before him naked he said,
"Now put your arms over your head and turn around,
slowly." He was thoroughly enjoying himself now. He had
this cunt right where he wanted her and he was going to
take advantage of it. For now he would just give her some
good fucking--she'd probably even enjoy it--and save the
rough stuff for later; but the rough stuff would come, for he
just didn't want to fuck her, he wanted to break her, to make
her his very own white slave.
"Lay on your back and start diddling yourself, Sara,
and make it good," he commanded, smiling.
Sara didn't like this, she didn't like it at all. She liked to
be in control, but here she was at the mercy of this black son
of a bitch. She hoped he at least knew how to fuck so she
could salvage something out of this. If he didn't, she would
just have to pretend--she knew she could make it so that he
wouldn't be willing to give her up. Then maybe she could
get that tape from him and then she'd tell him what she really
thought of him.
Well, there was nothing she could do about it now, so
she laid down on the hardwood floor and spread her legs.
"Like this?" she asked, running her fingers gently across
her labia and rubbing her clit with her other hand.
"Ya ya, that's good," Jim said. Boy that cunt sure had a
lot of practice rubbing herself, he could tell. Watching her,
he began to strip. He could see her watching him, and
noticed that the bitch had started getting into it. Well, she
was going to get it, all right, he thought as he pulled off his
underwear, releasing a thick 8' hard-on.
He smiled as he saw her eyes widen at the sight of his
cock, "A little bit better than those pansies you've been
fuckin', huh bitch?" he laughed and knelt between her legs,
knocking her hands away roughly grabbing her mound,
jamming two fingers up her twat.
She gasped as she felt his fingers force their way into
her. She was glad she lubricated up so easily, so it didn't
hurt. She hated this, hated being told what to do and called
a bitch by a man she didn't choose, but she knew she was
going to enjoy it--she couldn't help herself, she was already
turned on. She just hoped he knew how to use that monster
cock of his.
He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he wasn't going to
get a dry ride, and fell heavily on top of her, smiling directly
into her face. He pressed his cock against her now slick
labia and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly,
loving the feel of her firm body under his.
She opened her mouth for his kiss and eagerly
accepted his tongue. The heat of his mouth spread through
her body, and his cock rubbing up and down her labia sent
tingles up and down her spine. He knew how to kiss, that
was for sure, and she began grinding her hips against his,
feeling pleasure shoot out from her clitoris as she rubbed it
against him.
He felt her mouth turn hungry against his, her tongue
darting past his into his mouth, her hips grinding against
him. He fenced tongues for a minute and then slowly slid
his cock into her, hearing her gasp at the penetration.
Keeping his lips locked on hers, he began to slowly pound
his cock in and out of her, feeling her pussy tight and warm
around his shaft.Oh god that was good, she thought as his
cock slid into her. She lay there for a minute, gasping out
her pleasure into his mouth as he began slowly pounding
her with his cock. She came almost immediately, and,
ripping her mouth away from his, cried out. She quickly
kicked her legs up and wrapped them around the small of
his back, and began rocking under him.
He felt her cunt spasm around his cock as she came,
and bore down when she ripped her face from his and cried
out, wrapping her legs around him. _HE_ was fucking her,
not the other way around. He had to admit, though, she was
one good fuck; no wonder those kids didn't last longer than
a minute or two. He bore down, using the full weight of his
body to drive his cock into her, achieving a brutal rhythm
with her rocking, shaking body.
Oh god he could fuck, she thought, her nails sending
furrows across his back as she came again, now grunting in
time with his thrusts. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Aaahhhggg!" she
went as she came again, beginning to lose control of her
body.
She was going wild beneath him, her voice kining as
she achieved orgasm after orgasm, her nails digging into his
back, her thighs trying to crush his waist, her cunt spasming
around his cock, squeezing and milking it until the pressure
in his balls boiled over, sending streams of cum into her
sucking pussy.
He lay on top of her for a minute, feeling his cock
soften within her. She had stopped bucking shortly after he
came, and was now lying exhausted beneath him. He had
waited a long time for this, and she was everything he had
dreamed of and more.
Rolling off of her, he picked up her dress and wiped off
his dick with it. She stared lazily up at him and then rolled
onto her elbow and watched him as he dressed.
"Is that it, big boy?" she taunted, running her free hand
lewdly over her body.
For tonight," he grunted. "Oh, and by the way," he
said, pulling out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket,
"here are some ground rules you had better follow." With
that he left, leaving her frowning at the folded piece of paper
lying in front of her.
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