Journey Into Slavery Part 1

by Jack Allen

  “Ok. Let’s get started. Open your books to page ... Page three forty eight,” he said.

  It was an ordeal to get through the class. He would have been all right if Maggie hadn’t been such a distraction. She kept spreading her legs like she wanted him to check out her panties. He might have believed she wasn’t aware of the effect she was having on him, except that she looked like she was trying to suppress a grin.

  The bell to end class finally rang. He had a break for lunch, but his work was not over. Just glancing at his grade book, he could see that Maggie was getting close to five tardies already that year, more than any other student, and too many times he had to reprimand her for talking in class.

  She was walking out with her friend, holding her books so that her over-sized breasts rested on the top edge.

  “Maggie? Stick around for a minute. I need to talk to you,” he said.

  She stopped and looked at him. Instead of being angry, she had a faint look of satisfaction on her face. She waved to her friend, and when the door closed, they were alone in the room.

  “Hey, Mr. Henderson. What do you wanna talk about?” she said.

  Greg tried not to look directly at her. She tucked her books tighter under her breasts, which pushed them a little higher, like she was trying to give him a hint. He pretended not to notice, even though the sight of her big, swollen boobs under her shirt made his cock throb in his slacks. He cleared his throat.

  “You were late again today, Miss Lewis,” he said.

  He kept his eyes on the grade book. It was too dangerous to look straight at her.

  “Is that all?” she said.

  There was a disappointed tone in her voice. Was she for real? He looked up at her, and she had a frown on her face.

  “What were you expecting?” he said.

  Maggie moved the books away from her chest and looked down at herself.

  “I thought you wanted to talk to me about my outfit,” she said.

  Greg let his eyes sweep down over her body to drink in what she was wearing. He swallowed hard.

  “Your outfit?” he said.

  “Don’t you like it? I wore it to turn you on.”

  Maggie raised the front of the short, gray skirt. Beneath it, she was wearing tiny black panties. His eyes got wide. The panties were so tiny, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

  He grinned. Did he have to be hit over the head to realize when she was coming on to him? She had been trying to get his attention since the first day of school.

  “It worked,” he said.

  She was still holding the front of her skirt up, and blinked twice.

  “It did?” she said.

  Greg nodded. He was going to scare that schoolgirl tease right out of her.

  He pushed his chair back, and put his hand on the tent in the front of his slacks. Maggie looked down at it, and her eyes got wide.

  “Is that your cock?” Maggie said in a soft voice.

  Greg nodded.

  “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You’ve been trying to get me worked up all year, haven’t you?”

  Maggie had a shocked look on her face, and he couldn’t help feeling a little smug, until her shocked expression vanished. She bent down and put her hand on the bulge.

  “I can help you with that,” she said.

  Her voice was low and soft again, but had taken on the tone of a vixen.

  Greg’s back stiffened. His throat tightened. The last thing he expected was for her to call his bluff. Her warm hand moved back and forth on his erection and he felt himself starting to melt. The front of her shirt fell open and he had a close-up view of her big boobs, barely contained in that tiny bra. He swallowed hard. He was the teacher. He was the one who was supposed to be in control of the situation. So why was his resistance giving out like a bridge made of paper?

  Maggie pulled his knees apart and got down on her knees between his legs.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Henderson. I’ve done this before.”

  Her fingers pulled down the zipper of his slacks. It was as loud as a chain saw in the quiet room. Greg was holding his breath. She was making a joke, but he was way too tense to laugh. His right hand had a grip on the desk and his left hand had a grip on the seat of his chair, and his knuckles were white.

  He needed to make her stop before she went any further. If he got caught in that position with a student, especially an underage girl, they would crucify him.

  Maggie was looking into his eyes and the corners of her mouth were turned up. Her hand slipped into his fly. She was so beautiful, and she had such a hot body. He had to admit, somewhere deep inside, he wanted to have sex with her for so long. He glanced past her at the door. Was it worth the risk just to get a blowjob from her, even if it was what he wanted?

  Her delicate hand closed around his hard cock and pulled it out of his slacks. She gasped and her eyes got big.

  “Oh, Mr. Henderson. It’s so big. Yay me,” she said.

  Greg’s eyes rolled back in his head. It was too late now.

  Maggie’s hand stroked slowly up and down on his shaft. Her lips were parted, and the tip of her tongue poked between her teeth.

  “It’s your breasts,” Greg said.

  She looked down at her chest, then back at him with a puzzled look on her face.

  “What about them?”

  “Your beautiful breasts made me big like that.”

  Maggie smiled. “That’s so sweet.”

  She opened the drawer of his desk and took out a ruler and held it next to his cock.

  “Holy shit, Mr. Henderson. Seven and a half inches. You’re like twice as big as my boyfriend,” she said. Her hand continued to move up and down on it, and her eyes stared at the head. “I don’t know if I can get all of it in my mouth.”

  Her mouth opened wide and she lowered it over the end of his cock. Her glistening, puffy, bright red lips closed tight around his shaft, and her head bobbed slowly up and down. Greg groaned. He glanced at the door. This would be a bad time for Vice Principal Mullins to walk in. Whatever happened, though, it would be worth it.

  Maggie pulled his cock out of her mouth with a slurp. A string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his cock. She rubbed her jaw like she had been punched.

  “God damn, Mr. Henderson. Your cock is too big for my mouth. It makes my jaw hurt.”

  “You just need more practice,” Greg said.

  Maggie giggled. Her beautiful eyes looked up at him and flashed a couple of times.

  “You’re cute, Mr. Henderson,” she said.

  She put the end of his cock into her mouth again, and her head moved up and down. Her bright red lips glided over the last few inches and left it shiny with her saliva.

  Greg released his grip on the edge of the chair. His fingers slipped into her long hair around the back of her head. He squeezed and pushed down on the back of her head.

  “Deeper. Suck it deeper,” he said with his teeth clenched.

  Maggie resisted. He pushed her head down a little harder. Her hands were on his thighs, and her fingers were digging into his muscles. Another inch or two of his cock went into her mouth, and she gagged. She screamed, but with her mouth full of cock, it came out as just a weak moan.

  He held her head down a minute longer. She was gagging and tears ran out of the corners of her eyes. Greg released his grip on her head. She pulled her head up and gasped for air and coughed.

  His throat tightened. What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t need to choke the poor girl. But Maggie looked at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled.

  “Jesus, Mr. Henderson. I didn’t know you liked it rough,” she said.

  “Call me Greg.”

  She looked puzzled. “Greg?”

  “You’ve had my cock in your mouth. You might as well call me Greg now,” he said.

  “Ok. Greg,” Maggie said.

  She pulled her shirt open and unhooked her bra. His eyes locked on her tits. They were m
ore beautiful and magnificent than he had imagined. He blinked.

  “What are you doing?” he said.

  She cupped her tits in her hands and squeezed.

  “I love it when my boyfriend fucks my tits. I’m gonna love it even more with your cock,” she said.

  She leaned forward and squeezed her big boobs around the shaft of his cock. Greg groaned. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, and she moaned, too. She rocked herself up and down and his long cock slid between her boobs.

  “Oh yeah, Greg. You like that, don’t you?” she said.

  With his cock squeezed between her big, soft boobs, she bent her head down and sucked the head of his cock. He nodded.

  “Maggie? You’re gonna make me cum,” he said in a weak, hoarse voice.

  “You’re gonna cum? All over my tits? Do it, Greg. Do it,” she said.

  Greg groaned. All of his muscles tensed and his climax built. His huge load of cum erupted and spewed onto her boobs. Maggie squealed and laughed. He grunted. His cock continued to throb and spit out more globs of cum that ran down into her cleavage and over her hands.

  She bent her head down again and let the last few shots of his cum shoot into her mouth. His orgasm finally finished and he was limp and panting. Maggie kept his cock in her mouth another minute or two to drink up the last of his cum.

  She sat up. His cock slipped out of her mouth and left behind a drop of pearly cum on her lower lip. The rest of his cum was covering her chest ad her hands, and dripped off of her nipples.

  “God damn, Greg. You got a lot of cum,” she said.

  She stood up, tucked her wet, sticky boobs back into her tight bra, and closed her shirt over them.

  “Some days are better than others,” he said.

  He picked up a pen and pulled his grade book closer. Next to her name, he drew a line through the row of tardy check marks.

  “What was that?” Maggie said.

  Greg put the pen down.

  “That’s a quick and easy way to take care of those inconvenient tardies,” he said.

  Maggie frowned. Her eyes looked down at his cock, which still hung from the front of his slacks.

  “You mean now I have to start all over?” she said.

  “Start over?”

  She nodded.

  “How many times do I have to be tardy now to get you to fuck me?”

  Greg stood up. She looked up at him with her big, beautiful brown eyes. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.

  “We’ll see if we can work out something for extra credit,” he said.

  Maggie smiled. He bent down and kissed her lips.

  Sandy poured her third glass of wine and tilted the bottle all the way upside down to get the last drops out. She clunked the bottle down on the counter and sighed. That did it for the wine. Now what was she going to do?

  She raised the glass and took a sip. It was good wine. At least, it was supposed to be. After finishing two full glasses, she could hardly taste anything any more.

  What she needed was something stronger. Greg’s whiskey was a step in the right direction. If she didn’t pass out before she finished that last glass of wine, she would have to break into the liquor cabinet.

  It wasn’t what she wanted, though. She needed some pot, or that creepy guy’s coke. Better yet, she needed to get wasted on all three, Greg’s whiskey, the pot and coke. She looked up at the recessed lights over the counter and smiled. All of that and a big, hard cock and she would have a good party.

  The house was a mess. It had been about a week since she bothered to clean up. A couple of hours ago, she got the vacuum out of the closet. That was after her first glass of wine. It was still sitting in the middle of the living room. The dishes were stacked on the counter and in the sink. She looked around at all of it and shook her head. If it wasn’t going to get her wasted, it didn’t matter to her any more.

  She took her glass of wine into the living room and sat on the sofa to flip through channels on the tv. The vacuum cleaner was in the way. She just leaned over to see around it, and took a drink. Greg would be home in a couple of hours. If she was still drunk by then, she was going to have him fuck her in the ass.

  Someone knocked on the front door and she jumped. She leaned over the arm of the chair to see through the blinds. Who the hell had come to see her now?

  It was Cameron’s friend, Rob. What was he doing there? Wasn’t he supposed to be in school with Cameron?

  She got up to open the door, but stayed behind it, like she wanted to use it as a shield.

  “Hi, Rob,” she said.

  “Hey, Mrs. Henderson. I got that Harry Potter book for Cam,” he said, and held up the book.

  Sandy looked around the room, as if it was full of people and Cameron might be one of them.

  “Uh ... He’s not home right now,” she said.

  “I know. He’s still in school. I had to leave early. I told him I would drop it off.”

  “Oh. Right. Of course. Come on in,” Sandy said, and opened the screen door.

  He came in and handed her the book. She smiled.

  “Ok. Well, thanks,” Rob said, and turned to open the screen door.

  Sandy held her breath. An idea went off in her head like someone had taken a picture with a flash bulb.

  “Rob. Before you go, could you help me with a ... help me move something in the other room?” she said.

  Rob paused, with his hand on the screen door.

  “Sure,” he said.

  Sandy smiled again.

  “Great. Thanks. It won’t take long,” she said.

  She led him through the kitchen to the family room at the back of the house, out of view of the front windows.

  “What do you need help with?” he said.

  Sandy turned to face him, and they were very close.

  “I need you to kiss me,” she said, and planted her mouth on his.

  He nearly jumped. His eyes got real big, but when she pushed her tongue against his lips, they parted and let it into his mouth. She held him there for a minute, pinned against the basement door with her tongue deep in his mouth. When she finally pulled away, he gasped.

  “Mrs. Henderson? What was that for?” he said.

  “I know a little about you, Rob. I know you got busted for possession,” she said.

  “What about it?”

  “I want you to get some for me,” she said.

  He had a shocked look in his wide eyes.

  “I-I don’t know, Mrs. Henderson. I don’t wanna get back into that.”

  Sandy’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t sound convincing. She slipped her hand down the front of his jeans, into his boxer shorts.

  “I can be more persuasive,” she said.

  Her fingers touched his soft, curly pubic hair. His penis was quickly growing hard, and she closed her hand around it. Rob’s back stiffened. The veins in his neck bulged.

  “What are you talking about?” he said.

  “I’ll show you.”

  She unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and his shorts down to his ankles. He had a nice, hard cock, maybe four or five inches, sticking straight out. She dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock was aimed straight at her face. She looked up at him and smiled. He was staring down at her, with drops of sweat on his face.

  She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. Rob gasped. She swirled her tongue around the head. He sucked in a sharp breath. She closed her mouth over the end of his cock and sucked in her cheeks. Rob groaned. She moved her head back and forth slowly, sliding her wet lips all the way down the length of his cock and back up to the head. Rob let out a big breath of air.

  “I’ll see what I can do,” he said.

  “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” she said.

  She angled his cock to the side, out of the way. She stuck out her tongue to lick his balls, then sucked them into her mouth, first the left one, then the right one.

  Rob was
watching her with his mouth open and his teeth bared, panting in short, rapid gasps like he was braced for some excruciating pain. But she understood how delicate a man’s balls were, at least to him. She also knew how much a man liked it when she had them in her mouth.

  She rolled them gently and carefully over her tongue until he had a tortured look on his face like he just couldn’t take it any more. He grabbed his cock and started pumping it in his fist.

  “Oh shit, Mrs. Henderson. I just gotta cum,” he said.

  Sandy pulled his balls out of her mouth and yanked his hand away from his cock.

  “You stop that right now, Robert,” she said.

  His eyes opened wide and his face became pale.

  “There’s no way I want you to go and waste yourself all over the floor,” she said.

  “S-Sorry,” Rob said and gulped.

  She let go of his hand and took his cock in her hand.

  “Just be patient. I’ll take care of it for you. But I wanna do it my way,” she said.

  Rob nodded.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a weak, sheepish voice.

  Sandy smiled and licked the head of his cock. Rob was holding his breath, and the muscles of his jaw were clenched. She ran her tongue all the way up the length of his cock. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.

  Sandy licked her lips. Was it possible that Rob never had a blowjob before? She put the end of his cock between her lips and moved her head back and forth.

  She paused and licked the head of Rob’s dick again. What about Cameron, though? Had he experienced a blowjob yet, maybe from one of those pretty girls in his class at school? With that big, beautiful cock between his legs, it would be a shame if he hadn’t.

  She sucked faster on Rob’s cock. He groaned again.

  “Oh fuck, Mrs. Henderson. I’m gonna cum,” he said.

  The muscles of his legs tensed in her hands. His cock pulsed between her lips and his warm, thick cum gushed into her mouth. He groaned so loud she was sure the neighbors were gonna hear.

  She swallowed and kept sucking until Rob’s orgasm ended. He wiped his forehead and let out a big breath.

  “Oh my God, Mrs. Henderson. That was great. No one ever did that before.”