His hardy laugh broke an eerie silence that had befallen us, telling me he would love to meet the teacher who would be so reckless yet so dynamic to e...gage in such roguishness. I remained speechless as he turned and locked the equipment room door.As he approached me his smile disappeared and a stern look began to cross his face. I could see a determined assertiveness in his eyes. My heart began to race, was it fear or anticipation. He had now closed the distance between us, my back against a. ”Karen?” his voice choked.”Joe,” I squeaked.Joe Howell was an assistant varsity football coach at our school. His eyes nearly popping out of his head, he stood gawking. We were both unable to move or speak. Nothing was hidden from his inspection from my tits to my shaven pussy. ”Joe, look, ” I stammered, ” I don't do this. I had to on a dare.””I'm looking, Karen,” he smiled, ”Who dared you to do this.”I could see his cock was rising in his basketball shorts. My pussy was as wet as it had ever. For months now he had her routinely masturbating for him, spanking herself, restraining herself and writing to him about her deepest fantasies. He kept her in a heightened state of arousal. She wore gaudy makeup and dressed like a slut for their on-line sessions. She even trimmed her pussy for him when he ordered her to; explaining to her husband that it made her feel sexier for him. Ted’s easy chair became her stage as she performed for hours in front of the web cam for Sir Frank. She never. He licked my asshole again making sure it was lubed then began to slide his cock in me when he got all the way in he asked if it hurt and I said not at all that for many years I had been getting fucked pretty regularly with dildos. He began to move bake and forth inside me my hole wrapped around his hard cock , this felt different then a dildo I could feel the heat of his cock and his balls hitting my taint every time he was in me deep , his pubes tickling around my asshole . I began to move.