Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09

... other. Let them enjoy Miss Stainthorpe, see what their teacher really likes. Oh fuck!"

She was bucking against her hand. She'd slipped a fourth finger in, and her cunt was desperately thrusting back. I panned away from this incredible scene and zoomed in on her face as her orgasm took over.

"Oh, fucking yes! I fucking love it so much!" she breathed, her eyes rolling back into her head for a moment. I chose this time to unload in her face, still shining in some places with the cum of at least two of the young men. This fresh onslaught coated her forehead, nose and both eyes completely, I'd build up quite an impressive load watching Babs in action.

"That's what I deserve," she giggled, just about opening one eye. "That's what a good slut deserves isn't it? Cum in my face, cum all over me. That's what I like. That's what I'm fucking for. A sperm target, a semen receptable."

This was said with a satisfaction and acceptance which told me she truly meant this; she believed it one hundred percent.

The video I'd taken was swiftly sent to Julia, and I spent the journey home listening to Babs explaining to her in graphic detail about her fun evening away. The pride and enthusiasm with which she recounted just how far she'd fallen was incredible. I couldn't hear Julia, but I got the feeling she was equally impressed.

The girls were still on the phone when we got home an hour later, and I showered and dozed off on the couch, leaving them to it.

The following week was ...

... back to work time, back to reality. Babs was due back on the Wednesday, rather than the Tuesday which was the second of January. We'd spent a low-key new year with Babs' family, and I'd again enjoyed perving over her two sisters and mother, who I'd begun to think enjoyed it as much as I did.

I'd expected Babs to show some reticence, or some trepidation about her former pupil sharing his discovery of exactly what his former teacher and now headmistress at his old school liked to do in her spare time. But far from it -- she actually seemed to be revelling in it. Each time we fucked, which was often, she'd recount exactly what had happened and would visibly melt with pleasure when I reminded her how much of a slut she'd been for Tim and his friends.

Barbara had spoken to Julia at length on the Monday, New Year's Day, but hadn't told me much about the conversation. I had no idea that the plan she had would blow anything that had happened up to now completely out of the water.

On the Tuesday evening Babs was due to go into the school. It was the quarterly meeting with the governors, parent representatives and some big-wigs from the education authority.

Not long after mid-day, Babs had called me into the living room. She had an expression which I'd seen before, any time she'd done some unlikely slutty thing or other. But this time it was multiplied by about one hundred.

"What," I said straight away, knowing something was up.

"I've done something bad," she smiled. ...