Ella Needs Her Teacher

Mr. Jones' and Ella's heads darted in the direction of Dawson, panic gripping them both. The older teacher fumbled to pull up his pants, whilst the teen scrambled to her feet, turning her right ankle ever so slightly, her sexy high heels getting the better of her. She grimaced but remained silent. Paul Jones however had a lot to say.

"What the hell Dawson, what are you doing here?" he said angrily.

In response the coach calmly explained why he had returned to the school, how he had seen Ella enter the building, and how he had shortly afterwards followed her inside, guessing what room she was visiting.

"Mr. Jones, you really should lock your door if you're going to be carrying on with students," Mr. Dawson added acerbically.

Jones cursed under his breath, realizing his mistake. The other teacher turned, closing the door then locking it himself.

"There, that's better. Now let's get down to business."

"Business? What are you talking about Al?"

"Well, I mean now that I'm here--"

"This doesn't concern you," Mr. Jones interrupted, his demeanour remarkably calm.

"Oh I beg to differ sir. Witnessing a teacher violating a student so vilely, something must be done."

"What do you mean something?"

"Well, of course the proper thing would be to report this to Mrs. Cameron."

What little bravado Paul Jones had tried to affect rapidly vanished, the colour draining from his face. Ella was equally alarmed. She had been staring nervously at the floor as the two men spoke but now she looked up, her pleading eyes focused on the tall, handsome basketball coach-slash-geography teacher.

"Please Mr. Dawson, don't do that!" she beseeched.

Dawson saw the fear in the red haired girl's expression. He spoke smoothly, his tone and words somewhat reassuring.

"Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement."

"What kind of arrangement?" Paul Jones asked skeptically.

"Well, if I were a part of this little escapade I could hardly report it," Dawson answered, smiling.

Mr. Jones paused, mulling over the proposal. He wasn't thrilled about the idea. Any fantasy he had ever entertained concerning threesomes never involved another man. On the other hand it would solve their current predicament. He realized however that the decision did not rest solely with him.

He turned to Ella. The teenager appeared somewhat disheveled, understandable given that a few minutes previously she was on her knees sucking her teacher's dick. All in all though she still looked insanely hot, her messier appearance adding to her appeal.

"What do you think?" Mr. Jones asked.

"Uhhh..."

The girl's mind was racing. This situation had come totally out of left field. She didn't know what to say, how to react. For several month's Mr. Jones had been the only teacher really on her mind. She had flirted a bit with Mr. Dawson, but that was just her nature. She did think he would be a pretty good lay. And Ella had to admit that fucking two guys at the same time was another item on her bucket list.

"You know you want to," Jones said, his tone different, harsher.

"What?" Ella asked, a bit confused by the change in her teacher.

Paul Jones was gambling. He knew the little tart was a whore at heart, well at least he was pretty sure. He also guessed that she would respond well if he were to assume the dominant role, to insist she do as he commanded, but it did have its risks. What if she refused? And how would the wild card in the room, Mr. Dawson react?

"Come on now, a little slut like you could never pass up a chance at two hard cocks."

Ella was torn. She wasn't convinced she was ready for a three-way, but on the other hand her teacher's words were making her horny again. For whatever kinky reason, being submissive to Mr. Jones was an incredible turn-on for her.

"Ummm, I don't know sir," she replied half truthfully.

"You don't know bitch? Well, how about I decide for you."

"Oh please don't make me sir," Ella pleaded, but it was all a charade.

She wanted it. Her pussy was on fire again, nerve endings tingling inside, her cunt getting creamy listening to Mr. Jones' callous words and thinking about what the other erection in the room would do to her.

"You promised you would do whatever I said, remember?"

"But Mr. Jones..."

"No buts whore. Suck Mr. Dawson's dick now."

Al Dawson didn't know what to make of it all. He was eager to ravage the little tramp, she looked so appetizing, but he wasn't comfortable with how it was playing out. Screwing a senior student was one thing, but this was crossing a dangerous line.

"Dear, you don't have to do this," he said.

Ella strutted slowly but surely towards him, one seductive step at a time, her knee high socks still in place, hips swaying slightly. The tiny kilt she wore barely covered her below the waist, her white blouse tightly clinging to her upper body, red tie askew, her crimson braids trailing over her shoulders.

"It's okay Mr. Dawson, I'll do a good job sucking your cock, I promise," she said demurely.

"Blow him properly slut," Jones ordered.

"Yes sir," the lustful girl replied obediently, her big brown eyes never leaving Mr. Dawson's.

Upon reaching him she moved her body into his, her right hand massaging his groin. He towered over her, a good nine inches taller. He looked down on the fiery hair of the sexy teen, his hard-on growing.

"Ooooh, you're so big Mr. Dawson."

It was no idle compliment, it quickly becoming apparent to Ella that he was packing a lot more beneath his trousers than his colleague. Curious to discover just how much more, she unzipped him, unclasped his belt, then lowered his pants, revealing the beast beneath them.

"Holy fuck," she gasped softly.

Mr. Dawson chuckled.

"I usually get that reaction."

Ella bent over at the waist, taking the monster in her hands. He was semi-erect, the huge dick dangling about ten inches. She was even more impressed by his girth, not able to completely encircle him with her fingers once he was fully engorged. She didn't waste any time, lowering her mouth to his massive head, attacking it with her tongue while jacking him off. She spit on his cock a few times, getting him well lubed. Initially it was a struggle to wrap her lips around the bulging glans, but persevering she succeeded.

The red headed vixen went to town on the huge penis, sucking voraciously. She had started the other teacher off sweetly, lovingly, building to a beautiful climax, but this was more like an assault. Her hands whipped across his slippery shaft, gripping it tightly, whilst her mouth took about half of him, her head bobbing up and down on Mr. Dawson's titanic tool.

As she blew the coach, Mr. Jones leaned against a desk, taking in the show. He could see the back of Ella's head, those delightful braids flying about as she went down on Mr. Dawson, but what caught his attention even more was her fabulous heart shaped ass, her small red skirt riding up over her hips.

The perverted teacher was mesmerized by the sight. Her legs were spread slightly, forming a sexy inverted V. She still wore her high heels, and incredibly the white socks remained in place, complimenting those amazing calves. The cherry red thong she wore split her cheeks into twin orbs, perfectly symmetrical, shapely and firm. The flesh was smooth and pale, blemish free. Her pussy mound was clearly visible, a bald thing of beauty, the strip of her g-string embedded betwixt her prominent, shimmering labia.

Jones knew what he had to do.

Sidling behind his young student he slipped his hand between her legs, running it along her inner thigh to her cunt, then rubbing it over her sopping panties for a few seconds before pushing the thong aside to immerse two fingers inside her.

Ella's body shivered noticeably as his digits entered her, a garbled groan escaping her mouth still full of Mr. Dawson's prick. She could feel her teacher finger fucking her hard, her yearning so powerful she knew she would cum again soon.

Al Dawson was astonished by what was happening. This little whore was incredible, sucking him like she was starved for cock, taking as much as she could, gagging and drooling as she came up for air then going back for more, all the while her hands never leaving his slick pole.

Mr. Jones was also hard as hell, and was soon going to be inside his favourite little slut, but not before he got her off. Clutching her panties he shimmied them down her legs, Ella facilitating the process by lifting one foot then the other, the teacher removing then tossing the garment aside before planting his tongue firmly on her little bleached asshole.

"Fuck yes Mr. Jones!" she wailed, Dawson's manhood temporarily slipping from her jaws.

Ella absolutely loved rim jobs, but had only had a guy lick her there once, and very briefly when he did. Her dirty teacher was different, circling her tight little rosebud, probing, lavishly slathering it with spit while he fingered her other hole. She was quickly nearing the precipice of pleasure, and when Mr. Jones hit her g-spot hard she toppled over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed, her legs quivering wildly, creamy ejaculate trickling down her right thigh.

She kicked off her high heels, then like a trooper lowered her mouth to Mr. Dawson's large nut sack, licking, sucking, and half inhaling his balls while her left hand pumped his seething ten inches.

"Fuck yes slut, lick my balls! So good you fucking whore, so good!" the crazed coach boomed.

This is going to be a night for the ages,

he thought. He had screwed a boatload of females in his life, and had done some pretty wild shit, but no girl, no woman was ever like Ella. She was ravenous, a slutty little Energizer bunny, just going and going. And the way she gave head...

"Jesus Paul, how long have you been fucking this beautiful bitch?"

"First time tonight," the older man replied.

"No fucking way," Dawson said, gazing down at the hottie once more deep throating him.

Ella was determined to make the tall man blow his load. He was lasting longer than Mr. Jones, but from his reactions she knew it would happen soon. She couldn't take all of him down her gullet, but she did her damnedest, coughing, sputtering, choking, her pretty visage now a gooey mess, the little mascara she wore smeared across her cheeks, mingling with the tears streaming down her face. Her entire chin was inundated with drool, drizzling under her top and across her chest, coating Dawson's dick and testicles, the remainder pooling on the floor.

Paul Jones was pleased to have gotten Ella off a second time, but now he had to cum again himself. He dropped his khakis, stepping out of them, first removing a condom from his pocket, encasing his straining six plus inch member within it, then steering his cock towards her blossoming vulva.

The sex addled teen was tickled pink that she had already orgasmed twice, but felt like she was only getting started. Her licentiousness knew no bounds tonight. She simply wanted to keep cumming, over and over, and have her holes filled with semen, over and over. She was unquenchable. And at the moment all she craved was a hard cock in her cunt.

The head of Mr. Jones' prick nestled briefly between the pink folds of Ella's pussy lips. She felt it and was immediately joyful, anticipating what was coming next.

He's a fucking mind reader,

she concluded.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Ella," he said, proving her right.

The sexy tramp's eyes rolled back into her head as her teacher slowly penetrated her. Mr. Jones paused for a few seconds, his cock revelling in the welcoming confines of Ella's tight vagina. It dawned on him that he hadn't been inside a snatch this young in almost thirty years.

His hands gripped her hips as he began fucking her, sliding in and out of her velvety canal. He would take his time, at least at first, his groin rocking back and forth, her lower body moving in rhythm with his thrusts. It felt fabulous, her wet pussy clutching his manhood so perfectly.

Ella was euphoric, her teacher's erection feeling heavenly inside her. She had just recovered from her second orgasm, yet a third would soon be upon her. She renewed her attention on Mr. Dawson's genitals, her tongue again ravaging his balls while her hands jerked him off, faster and faster. He was close to orgasming, the sexy minx expertly performing a master class in sucking cock.

"Fuck yes girl, damn I'm gonna cum soon, goddam you're amazing!"

The coach's expletive laden compliment spurred the teenaged sexpot to even greater heights. She swallowed his cock between her lovely lips, sucking him off, her left hand a blur on his throbbing staff, her right cupping his nuts in her slender fingers.

Mr. Jones meanwhile had transitioned from gently copulating to flat out hard fucking, his fingers digging into Ella's flesh as his pelvis pounded the nubile girl's lower body. He was about to blow his load, letting everyone know.

"Fucking shit I'm cumming, fuck!" he roared, every inch of his body on fire.

Hearing him, the slutty student climaxed as well, squealing around the cock in her mouth, her pussy contracting around the other one inside her as it pumped a load of sperm into the latex sheath shrouding it.

Al Dawson came seconds later, groaning loudly. His huge dick erupted, a rope of semen arcing over Ella's back, splattering on her pretty blouse. A second blast landed on top of her lovely hair before she was able to wrestle the writhing beast back between her soft lips, ingesting every last drop of the big man's spunk, cleaning him with her tongue.

Perhaps as much as a minute passed before the debauched triad separated. Mr. Dawson disengaged first, leaning back on a desk, his ten inches hanging between his legs, slowly growing limp. Jones pulled out next, his spent cock eliciting a moan from the teen as it slipped from her pussy. Ella slumped to the floor curling into a fetal position, her head resting on her arms. Her breathing was heavy, a contented, exhausted smile on her lips, her body still quivering in orgiastic bliss.

Mr. Jones ambled towards his desk, naked from the waist down, Ella's eyes following him as he made his way across the room. She was impressed by his body. His legs were powerful, sinewy limbs rippling. And his ass? It didn't look like a forty-eight year old ass to her, more like twenty-eight.

Upon reaching his destination he peeled the cum laden rubber from his cock, depositing it into a nearby waste bin. He then bent over, reaching into a small cooler to remove three cold bottles of water. He tossed one to Mr. Dawson, then walked back to his bedraggled student.

As he returned she spied his front, and the view was just as tantalizing. His unbuttoned shirt hung open, partially revealing chiseled pecs, a decent six pack, and as her eyes descended, a semi erect penis. She had been pleasantly surprised earlier to discover his well groomed pubes, the hair trimmed neatly above his penis, his balls shorn close.

"Water Ella?" he asked warmly, for the moment a gentleman again.

"Thank you Mr. Jones," she said, now sitting on her knees.

She took a long, large draught of the cool, refreshing liquid, pondering all that her big hazel eyes had surveyed. Her perusal of the fit older man had her libido motoring once more. And that was to say nothing of Mr. Dawson. She shivered involuntarily, wondering what his massive organ would feel like in her tight little cunt.

Well, there's only one way to find out.