Mary was sitting up on the bed with her back to the headboard. My head was resting on her lap, her hands idly running through my hair. She was looking...toward the end of the bed. There was Carol, curled up in a ball like a cat who had found a warm spot, and was dozing contently. You could almost hear her purring as her chest slowly rose and fell with each breath, her lips closed in a smile. I could hear Daryl snoring quietly. He was asleep, laying on his side facing away from us.I opened my eyes. "Mr. Stanford, please stop," she requested, real tears now forming."Ms. Allen. Let's make this crystal clear. If you don't want to get suspended, you will do exactly as I tell you. Is that clear?" I don't understand?" she replied."You are a slut and I could use my very own personal cheerleader slut," I explained, as I unbuckled my belt."Please don't call me a slut," she whispered."But you are, aren't you? I will ask you again how many boys have plugged your cunt?" I asked, my pants falling to. Just trying to help.”Over the next few weeks we did the dance thing withDiane in hot little outfits a few times. Then I decidedto help her out a little more. Diana hadn’t been fuckedor had her pussy touched in about 3 months. Well maybea little grinding or groping at a club. I had startedtalking dirty to her without touching her. Asking ifshe was horny, if she’d like a cock in her. She wouldlay back and fantasize as I talked to her, like phonesex, sometimes I even got her. I didn't want her legs in the way while I manhandled her big tits and tried to suck hard enough them to see if I could get those huge jugs to start lactating right then and there. "Oh yeah," she breathed. "Suck on my tits hard, don't stop." I quickly went back and forth between each glistening erect nipple.Then we did it doggy style, she wanted to face the mirror so that I could watch her tits swinging back and forth. She started to get closer and closer to orgasm, and she told me, "Keep going.