“New history teacher. I just got into town last night, so I missed all the orientations.” He finished tying his shoes and stood to slide on a dark...blue blazer. “Who might you be?” he asked, using grammar as impeccable as his chest. Erica stood, too, and suddenly realized that he was huge, six-three at least. She felt like she was standing in a hole. “Erica Johnson,” she said faintly. “English. Are you a coach of some kind as well?” He walked over and stuck out his hand. Automatically, Erica. I decided it was time to really plunge into it.I sucked one outer lip into my mouth hungrily and then the other before closing my lips over the entire area. Rosalita moaned loudly when my hot lips enveloped her entire cunt and I began to make out with her pussy. My tongue hadn't actually hit her clit yet; I was licking the inner folds of her pussy like mad as my lips deeply kissed hers. My fingertips brushed her bare thighs; I could feel goosebumps. She began to lift her hips up to my face,. It was sweet, and a little salty, but it tasted pretty good to me.John walked over and sat on the couch. He began to stroke his now limp dick, trying to get it hard for our last fuck of the night. I walked over and sat down next to him, deciding to help him out. I grabbed his cock and slowly began stroking it. After a few slow strokes, I took just the tip of his dick in my mouth and began swirling my tongue over the head. Immediately I could taste the mixture of his and my cum, once again it. There was no chance thatanyone would believe my story now even if I did escape. I was well andtruely trapped.EpilogueSergeant Howard was quickly shifted sideways to command a police stationin Kent. There was talk by those members in the Government who had startedup the secret experiment of forcibly changing the gender of certaincriminal offenders of taking some form of illegal action, but it came tonothing as murdering him might have caused far more problems then it wasworth. They had to.