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Lorraine could barely breathe as the man's cock thrust deep
into her throat. She gagged as he ground his hairy groin
against her bruised lips, groaning as he came in huge
sticky gushes. It was all she could do to breathe; trying
to swallow enough of his sperm to allow her to get some
oxygen into her lungs between the thrusts of is big hairy
Finally the man was done. Loraine pulled his softening
shaft out from between her lips. Vaguely she could hear the
nasty 'plopping' sound as his meat slithered out of her
throat and then out from between her slime coated lips.
Lorraine gasped for breath and felt the mattress wobble as
her anonymous lover rose to his feet and began to move away
into the darker region of the big room.
Lorraine had no idea who the man had been. Whether he was
20 or 60 years old; what race he was, or if he'd been
handsome or ugly. He could have even been a dirty old
street bum for all she knew. A familiar shiver went through
her body at the thought of the sexually transmitted
diseases that she could've just contracted. But that fear
hadn't stopped her from being there again.
Lorraine lay in the dark with her last lover's smell still
permeating the air around her. He'd been drinking beer and
had sweat profusely while he'd been eagerly fucking her.
Lorraine didn't mind the smell of him, especially that of
an aroused man. Actually the smell of testosterone and
sweat was an aphrodisiac to the 40 year-old high school
teacher, and had been for the past six months. Lorraine
knew what she was doing was utterly stupid and dangerous,
but ever since she'd first heard of this place she'd
thought of nothing else.
Besides being a high school teacher Lorraine was a student
councilor, having a degree in psychology made her the
perfect candidate to fill in for the 2 over worked
counselors at her school. When Lorraine had first heard
about the unsafe sexual practices of one of her students
she was understandably concerned and had called the young
man into her office. His name was Roger, a boy of 17; he
was what the teenage girls called a 'hunk' with just the
right body proportions and a winning smile.
When Lorraine finally got the young man to admit that he'd
been frequenting an 'anonymous sex club' and that many of
his school buddies were doing the same thing she read him
the riot act and made him promise that he would never go
At first she thought about telling the boy's parents. She
knew that he wasn't going to stop this unsafe behavior. She
knew it as surely as she knew anything. The handsome boy
would go back again and again, once any teenage boy had
sex, they'd easily become addicted to it and want to do it
Lorraine agonized over the problem of young Roger's safety.
Finally after several days, having followed the boy to the
place of sin and having watched as he disappeared inside
the front door she decided to take action.
If Roger wouldn't stop taking these crazy risks with his
health then she would just have to stop him. Lorraine
marched up to the door of the big old house. It was an old
Edwardian style house with a wrap around front porch. She
noticed that all of the windows had tinfoil pasted over
The door opened a crack at her demanding knock and a dim
face looked out. "Yes?" was all the person said.
"Let me in please," was all she could think to say in
response. All of a sudden there was a strange lump in her
throat. Was it fear-- excitement?
To her surprise the person opened the door to her, and she
walked in with the intention of getting to the bottom of
this obviously illegal operation.
But before Lorraine could walk more that 10 feet into the
forayer the door closing behind her blotting out all light.
She stumbled into what she thought was the arched doorway
of a big high ceilinged living room. She couldn't see
anything clearly, but had briefly noticed the features of
the room before the door closed.
Lorraine recovered herself just in time to feel a pair of
hands at her waist. "Got cha," was all the man said, but
Lorraine knew that voice. It was Roger's voice.
She didn't say a word, actually she didn't even breathe.
Lorraine was finding it hard to breathe at that moment,
what with her heart in her throat. Roger was holding her by
the waist and she could feel his strong fingers digging
into her pliant flesh through the material of her dress.
"C'mon baby lets go," was all the boy said, but Lorraine
didn't try to explain, she didn't pull back. All she could
do was imagine what handsome young Roger would feel like
naked, what he'd do to her if she let him. It was a fantasy
that Lorraine wanted to explore even though she knew it was
The high school teacher followed silently behind her
student, her hand firmly in his as he lead her through
several rooms with sounds of sex all around them. Lorraine
tried to see who was there but it was just too dark. There
were only ghostly phantoms, gray-white shapes writhing
about on mattresses and groans and moans of lustful
pleasure floating up to her as they passed through. The
smell of sex was everywhere.
Suddenly Roger turned toward her and began to remove her
blouse. Lorraine just stood there in the pitch black and
let him do it. She even helped by removing her skirt and
underwear. To her surprise Roger was already naked. She
found this out when he took her hand and placed it on his
It had been literally years since Lorraine had been in a
sexual relationship. The last time she'd had sex with a man
was during a blind date almost two years before and it
hadn't been anything to write home about. The guy had been
55 and he'd had some kind of problem. He could barely get
it up and the sex they'd had was uninspired and boring.
This on the other hand was anything but boring. Lorraine
was about to break every law there was. Legally she was
going to have sex with a boy whom she taught, a student
from her own school. Roger was technically a minor even
though you'd never know it in the dark. And what about
the moral and safety issues? This was crazy.
Just as Lorraine was about to pull away from the boy and
search for her clothes Roger pulled at her arm. Lorraine
was momentarily caught off balance and went down onto her
knees almost without thinking. Then there was no more time
to think because Roger, beautiful young smooth hard-bodied
Roger was on top of her, pushing her down, down, down..
That had been the beginning for Lorraine, she hadn't
planned it but just the thought of having sex with handsome
young Roger without him knowing that it was her - well, it
had been exhilarating! And how fucking wonderful too. Young
Roger had been 3 times the man her last lover had been.
He'd played with her body until she was almost crazy,
sucking on her tits and fingering her until she was ready
Then at the last possible moment, just before she was ready
to explode he'd mounted her and sunk into her like a knife
cutting through hot butter. It was a moment that Lorraine
had tried to regain over and over again with more men than
she wanted to count.
Roger had been like a young god that day in the dark of the
cool musty room. When he fucked her that first time he'd
given her one continuous orgasm until she'd just plain
passed out. And when Lorraine had come too there had been
another man who had taken Roger's place.
At first when Lorraine realized what had happened she felt
extreme panic and she tried to fight off the man but he was
firmly in control as well as firmly embedded. After a brief
silent struggle she just lay back and let him fuck her,
hoping that he wouldn't hurt her.
He hadn't. In fact he'd been pretty good and had lasted a
long time, long enough to bring her to another orgasm
before he'd grunted and come deep inside her. He shot so
hard that she could tell when he first spurt, she could
actually feel the first jet of hot come hitting her cervix,
it was weird, and wonderful too.
Afterward, spent and breathing hard, Lorraine lay spread-
eagle on the damp mattress exhausted. She'd never even
thought of doing anything this nasty and perverted before.
Yet here she was, she'd just willingly screwed one of her
students and now been laid by some strange man. But the
feeling of revulsion that she should have felt just
wouldn't come. Instead she just felt good. Satisfied.
Hearing her latest lover dressing and making to leave,
Lorraine was about to get up when she heard the man say,
"Yeah, back there, she's one hot fuck. You better hurry up
though before someone else gets there first."
Lorraine knew that the strange man who'd just fucked her
was talking about her to some other man in the dark and she
quickly began to move - but not fast enough. The first
sensation Lorraine had was that of naked flesh against her
shoulder. Then a weight pressed down and a soft voice said
into her ear, "Please honey, please let me fuck you, I need
it bad today."
Lorraine strained to see who the man was but couldn't make
out any details. She knew that she should get out of there.
Having sex with 2 men was stupid but to continue on like
this was just plain crazy. But Lorraine didn't have much
choice, the man was pushing her back down onto the
mattress, spreading her legs wide with his knees, covering
her smaller body with his larger one.
Something in Lorraine's subconscious triggered. The man's
cologne smelled familiar, it was unusual but familiar
somehow. She tried to place it, but when he finally shoved
his big hot dick into her slimy hole Lorraine forgot all
about cologne and lay back to experience this powerful man
as he used her body like a wild animal who was mating after
a fresh kill.
Within moments Lorraine's body was on fire, the man's
passion had brought her own to a burning fevered pitch and
she began to fuck him back like an animal, wrapping her
legs around his hips and thrashing around wildly trying to
reach her sexual zenith for the third time that night. His
need made her feel somehow in control, and when he finally
came in sobbing gushes she just held him like a mother does
a son -- as his body jerked in passion a top hers.
When her latest lover was finally done with her, Lorraine
quickly got up and found as much of her clothing as she
could and stumbled out of the house. It was dark by then
and although there were many people milling around and
coming and going no one seemed to look very closely at
anyone. Lorraine held her jacket up in front of her face as
she hurried away, just in case.
The next day there was a small altercation in the
cafeteria, which required some discipline. The rules
required that any teacher on cafeteria duty had to call the
principal in to handle the discipline when trouble arose.
So Lorraine called Mr. Branson on the intercom phone and
waited with the two cowed students sitting before her.
As the principal entered the room Lorraine causally looked
up at the 6'6" black man striding toward them. But Lorraine
had completely forgotten about the troublesome students and
the cafeteria in that moment... Now she remembered were
she'd smelled that unusual cologne before, Mr. Branson!
She'd fucked Mr. Branson!
After that Lorraine was hooked on anonymous sex. She knew
it was a dangerous and even crazy thing to do. But the
thrill of taking it as it comes was absolutely insanely
intense. Not knowing if you're fucking a schoolboy or a
grandfather, a doctor or a street bum was the most intense
sex a person could have. To let ones self submit to a
complete stranger's needs, to be used for nothing more than
sexual release, was overwhelming.
Lorraine now had a nasty and perverted little secret that
was all her own. Oh well, she did know about Mr. Branson's
dirty little secret. Actually she'd even shared it a few
more times with him without his knowledge.