School orgy

“Why take classes at your age? Not to say you’re old,
but I just can’t see you in college again. Go to a
reading group or something, don’t spend money on a
useless English class.”

“Is it the money? I can’t spend anything on my own
interests?”

Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her husband of
20 years. Their one child had gone off to school and
there had been plenty enough money for her education.
Tom’s own market plays and the income from the
brokerage where he worked provided ample income. They
were set. Lindy had quit teaching high school years
ago; they didn’t need the money anymore, but her
independent nature had kept Lindy involved in
volunteering and neighborhood projects.

“It’s silly.”

“No sillier than your hobbies. I guess you learn a
lot from your buddies at the track.”

“Fine. Go be a co-ed again!”

Tom thought that Lindy was trying to turn back the
clock – what next, plastic surgeon bills? Lindy
wouldn’t look 20 again no matter what. She was still
attractive, her legs shapely as ever but her tits
didn’t have the firmness that, say, Lana, the new
broker at the office, had. What a looker!

“…are you listening?”

Tom popped back. “Sure. Take the class.”

Lindy knew his mind drifted. He was doing that more
and more now. He hadn’t listened to a word of her
explanation of the desire to keep learning, that it
had nothing to do with trying to be a college student
again.

The first day of class hadn’t changed. Friends
clustered in groups among the seats while everyone
but the grinders avoided the front rows. A few
students looked at her quizzically. Lindy was sure
some of them thought she was the prof. Others knew
she wasn’t but it was like having their mom in class
with them…

It was a standard classroom. Some lecture halls were
amphitheaters, but not this one – standard desks
arranged in rows before a large desk, a lectern and a
chalkboard. On the far side of the room one girl sat
alone by the window. Lindy took the desk right behind
her and sat down. The student in front of her would
write in her notebook, then pause to look out the
window.

What could she be writing? Lindy got out a pen and
notepad and waited for the teacher. She didn’t want
to interrupt the girl in front of her, and student
never turned around to acknowledge her. Lindy caught
glimpses of her profile – long thin nose, large brown
eyes, delicate chin and patrician mouth. Her skin
tone and profile reminded her of a cameo on a 19th-
century brooch.

A thirty-something man rushed in and clapped his
materials on the lectern. He introduced himself (a
Dr. Barton) and began taking roll, finally reaching
“Melinda Davis.” Lindy raised her hand. “I go by
Lindy.”

“As in Lucky Lindy?” Dr. Barton smiled and snickers
sounded from the little cliques. Lindy couldn’t help
becoming flushed. Dr. Barton continued calling names.

The girl in front turned around. “Like those idiots
know what Lucky Lindy means.” Her mouth frowned in
disgust. It seemed a common expression for her.
Before Lindy could answer Dr. Barton called out
“Amanda Harmon.”

The student raised a slender arm and turned to face
the teacher. After the other names Dr. Barton
commenced the first lecture on American literature.

“In the 18th-century most literature in the British
colonies was…”

“Shit!” Tom’s cock lay squarely between Lana
Stewart’s breasts. She held them together and slid
her torso up and down the length of his dick, moist
from her saliva. Strands of her brunette hair
caressed the slight paunch of his belly. He stared up
at the plaster ceiling from his reclined leather
chair. His bare ass stuck to the leather and his
pants and shorts lay crumpled at his ankles.

Lana was glad she had worn pants instead of a skirt
today. She wouldn’t want to risk a run in her silk
hose even though her knees rested on plush carpet.
She wanted an office like this as quickly as
possible, and sucking off this rich bastard would
only speed the process. When she learned the ropes
she’d hang his cheating ass out to dry, but then
again cheating and trickery helped get him where he
was today. She took the cock into her mouth and
sucked, gliding her tongue around the stubby shaft.
He was all head.

She needn’t worry about deep throating this guy, but
he stayed hard with what he had. Lana knew she looked
silly with her ass under his desk and her bra, blouse
and blazer on top of it but Davis had a major breast
fetish and his prick between her tits guaranteed help
selling short – she smiled inside at that. She
wondered if his wife took him like this. Now caress
his balls and…

“It comes fast, doesn’t it.” Amanda had commented on
the approach of winter. Outside the leaves had fallen
and bare trees creaked in the chill winds. Lindy
turned her attention to the window. “Well, it also
means a few days out of class for Thanksgiving.”

Lindy knew that meant a visit home from Katrina and
whatever worthless guy she was currently dating. At
least she didn’t have to cook. Tom had hired that job
out for many years now.

“Gives me a lot of time to study.”

“You don’t go home for the holiday?” Lindy found this
incredible. “No way. I’m basically on my own,
spending my inheritance.” Amanda piled on clothes
like it was 20 below outside. She left most of them
on even in the classroom. Lindy stayed warm and her
knitted pullover was plenty. Amanda must have a sad
life story.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Death stops for everyone.” Lindy had
learned how Amanda adored Dickinson. She even wore
white a lot in imitation.

“Come over and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. I’m
a townie you know.” Lindy smiled. Amanda liked her
classmate’s smile; she wished she had her dark
complexion and full lips – especially her enjoyment
of life.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You think too much already, you’ve got years ahead
of you for all those worried looks.” Amanda thought
of how Melinda was the Susan to her Emily. Dr. Barton
began lecturing…

“Tom, what does it matter that I invited a classmate
to Thanksgiving dinner?”
Lindy couldn’t believe how hard headed he could be.

“It’s for family, damn it!”

“Katrina will have a date, won’t she?”

“Don’t bring Katie into this, one of those dates will
be family one day.”

“She’ll have to choose a lot better than what we saw
last year.”

“Okay, I’ll invite someone too.”

“Who’s complaining? Will it be a bimbo from the
office, the track, the dive club…”

“That’s enough Lindy.” Damn that woman’s paranoid.
What I do takes all the sexual pressure off of her.
She’d never do to me what I get from those girls.

“Sometimes I feel like I’ve had enough, Tom.” Lindy
hated feeling this way, frumpy in her flannel
nightshirt and cotton robe.

“I’m sorry.” Tom fumbled for words. They had to stay
together for Katie.

“Look, invite the student. I’ll see if Conley from
arbitrage wants to come.
He’ll need to be near the office so he won’t be
traveling.”

“That’s fine. This house is so big and there’s so
much the caterer’s bring. We should share something;
you’d never know the difference in this castle.”

“Well, invite her for the weekend then.” Anything to
pacify her.

Maybe Lana could slip in…

Her pussy was so tight. Rick had slicked up with
lubricant but he didn’t think Katrina could relax
enough to make any difference.

“Slowly, Rick, please.” Katrina was uncomfortable and
she couldn’t hide it. She liked Rick and she wanted
to make love, but her body just wouldn’t get aroused
enough. Almost all of her sexual experiences had been
this way.

“Oh Katrina.” Rick had tried oral sex, foreplay,
massage, you name it and it wasn’t working and he was
losing interest and… “You’re getting soft.” That
finished that. Rick quit and held her.

Her body was lovely, but they weren’t clicking.

“I guess I’m uptight about Thanksgiving.” Katrina
knew he was nervous but she knew Daddy would respect
her date this time. Rick was 4.0, he already had an
investment portfolio and he already was making real
money. Katrina thought he was handsome, strong with
the smooth body of a fine marble statue. She kissed
him. She had her mother’s ample lips but struggled
with the ample physique she inherited from her
father. She knew she was…

“Soft, too.” Amanda pressed the mattress on the bed
in one of the several guest bedrooms. She had already
commented on how the room’s temperature could be
individually adjusted to be warmer.

“Well, we’re real proud of the place.” Tom eyed her
with the condescension of a charity hostel owner who
had freed another waif from the horrors of the
streets. Boy, had Lindy drug in a skinny one – flat
as a board and tiny to boot. She needed a good
Thanksgiving meal.

“It’s nice to have guests,” Lindy said. “Katrina and
Rick already have their rooms and Mr. Conley, what’s
his first name, Tom?”

“Jeff.”

“We’ve got a room ready for Jeff too.”

Jeff could not believe he had accepted this offer. He
knew Davis was banging the shit out of Lana Stewart
and now he had to play the guest in front of the
man’s wife and daughter. He also knew that Lana was
in town and he’d be fucking her if he got the chance.
This was not going to be comfortable.

Thanksgiving dinner went by with a motley array of
conversation. Rick, Jeff and Tom talked the markets,
Lindy and Amanda talked literature, and Katrina felt
incredibly left out. Katrina was right about Rick –
her Dad liked him. She tried to talk to her Mom’s
classmate – now didn’t that sound wacked – but Amanda
was one boring girl. Jeff told her some college
stories and at least that helped.
After dinner the football games began. Katrina sat by
Rick as the guys watched the game. Of course Lindy
and Amanda headed to the house’s library.
Night fell.

Katrina got hungry and crept to the kitchen. She sure
wasn’t going to try to slip into Rick’s room; her
parents had put him in the bedroom closest to theirs
– deliberately. As she went to the kitchen she
noticed that Daddy must have had work to do – from
the staircase windows she saw the office at the rear
of the house on the first floor was lit.

Tom had questioned Rick for awhile. Rick was showing
him how to better employ his stochastic tracking
software. Tom was really impressed with this young
man, he thought his Katie had finally found a
worthwhile boyfriend. He knew he should work out, it
was pretty embarrassing to see a guy in shape next to
his out of shape body. Rick actually liked Katrina’s
dad. He knew his stuff and would make a great mentor.
Katrina hadn’t seemed to pick up any of his business
savvy. As Tom listened to Rick he began to think of
Lana. After Rick went to bed he may be able to
arrange a rendezvous here in the office…

The warm water felt so good after a tense day. Lindy
immersed herself in the scented water and let the
heat and bubbles do their work. She didn’t have to
listen to Tom rattle on about markets – Katrina’s
boyfriend had relieved her of that. He appeared to be
a decent young man, but he had a lot more in common
with Tom. She mused about how well he and Katrina
would get along in a long-term relationship.

Jeff loved desserts. He was enjoying yet another
slice of pumpkin pie when he heard the floor creak.

“Busted!” He said when he saw Katrina emerge from the
shadows.

“Well, I won’t be eating alone, as if I need to eat
any more,” Katrina said softly.

“I say enjoy – it’s Thanksgiving! You look fine.”
Jeff wanted to take that back as soon as he said it.

“I’m fat.” Katrina was downcast. “Look at me. It’s
embarrassing.”

Jeff knew he was no athlete.

“I don’t need this either.”

“It’s different for guys.”

Jeff rose. “So you’re saying I’m fat?” Katrina was
flustered thinking of the right thing to say. Jeff
pulled up his T-shirt and stuck out his gut. As he
shook his belly he said, “this is practice for the
next big holiday.” Katrina couldn’t help it – she
started giggling – not very appropriate. Impulsively
she lifted her pajama top and shimmied over to Jeff.
They began rubbing bellies and Jeff became excited.
Katrina sensed it and pulled her top up more. The
nascence of her breasts showed and she didn’t care.
Jeff wanted her.

Amanda couldn’t sleep. She pulled her thick robe over
her flannel pajamas and slid her feet into her plush
slippers. The only worthwhile conversationalist at
the dinner table was Melinda. She had shown her the
collection of Emily Dickinson that they had in their
library. Perhaps some Dickinson to read would help
her sleep. And she slipped by the master suite she
heard a contented moan. The door wasn’t shut
completely and Amanda could see that no one was in
bed or, for that matter, in the bedroom.

The moan had to be her Susan and it was coming from
the bathroom. Noiselessly she slipped into the room.
If Melinda’s boorish husband showed up she would say
she had to ask a question or use some other excuse.
There was the peaceful sound of water being stirred
in the bath. Amanda was breathless with anticipation
as she considered that her soulmate lay languorously
in that tub.

Lindy was about ready to get out and get ready for a
good night’s sleep. She sat up and reached for the
plug. There, at the doorway, was Amanda. Lindy froze.

Neither spoke. Lindy stared into Amanda’s widening
eyes. The student was beginning to breathe more
rapidly and her lips parted. Forgetting the plug,
Lindy stood and stepped dripping onto the bathmat.
Water ran in rivulets over her glistening skin and
beaded on her pubic hair. Silently she extended her
moist arms in invitation and Amanda hesitantly padded
toward her.

“Hey, are you listening?” Tom shook himself from his
reverie and focused on Rick sitting at the keyboard.
Tom had been standing to watch Rick as he ran the
program, but he had let his thoughts get away.

“Sorry, Rick, got a lot on my mind.” Rick could see
by the stiffening in Tom’s shorts that his thoughts
were carnal. Was it him?

“It’s okay.” Rick grasped the hard dick and massaged
it. Tom’s mind yelled to knock the hand away and
order him out of his house and away from his Katie,
but his libido only knew how good it felt and how he
wanted to get off.

Rick felt him get harder and began getting a pretty
good hard on himself. He pulled down the shorts and
took the cock into his mouth. He sucked as he eased
Tom’s shorts off of his ass. Tom did not care who was
doing this; Rick blew him better than Lana. He felt
the young man’s strong hands knead his buttocks as he
pressed his prick into the sucking orifice.

Jeff and Katrina began sucking face, each trying to
consume more of the other. Tongues were probing and
being drawn into the other’s mouth. Katrina had never
felt this utterly turned on. A warm, wet feeling
enveloped her as Jeff guided her to the kitchen
table. Her ass bumped it and he lifted her onto the
heavy wooden planking. He peeled off his T-shirt then
his pants and briefs. Katrina unbuttoned her pajama
top and opened it. He lavished his attention on her
breasts, the nipples firm and the deep brown areola
all goose flesh.

As he sucked her she dipped her finger into the
pumpkin pie and crammed the filling into her mouth.
She groaned in ecstasy. It tasted so good and this
felt so good. Her pajama bottoms and panties yielded
to his eager hands. The sturdy table did not budge as
he mounted her. She was all wet and horny and she
opened her stout thighs wide.

“Fuck me,” she whispered huskily. Katrina scooped
some pie filling and slid it into Jeff’s mouth. He
jammed into her in one gliding motion and pumped
rhythmically in her juicy pussy. She slathered
pumpkin on her breasts.

“Suck it off and fuck me faster!” She slapped his ass
and Jeff almost came right then. He controlled it and
put his mouth on the sweet, gooey layer on her
breasts, licking and eating it. Jeff began to speak.
“Shut up!” she ordered. She silenced him with a slow,
deep kiss as he felt his climax building, now
uncontrollable.

Amanda loosened the knot on her robe. Lindy peeled it
off and undid two buttons on the flannel pajama top.
Her fingers probed for the nipples of Amanda’s petite
bosom. Amanda hummed a note of pleasure as Lindy
caressed the silky smoothness – she knew the young
woman’s nipples just had to be light pink to match
her complexion.

“You know what I want you to do, don’t you Amanda?”
Lindy placed her hands on her classmate’s shoulders
and pushed down.

“Melinda, I’m having impure thoughts.”

“No, they’re not impure.”

“Yes, worthy of discipline.” Amanda took Lindy by the
hand and led her to the commode. The autumn chill
raised goose bumps on her wet skin and her nipples
protruded. Amanda had Lindy sit on the cushioned lid
of the commode. Then the pale student lay face down
on Lindy’s lap. Lindy remembered spanking Katrina
when she was small. She slipped the pajama bottoms
down. Her panties were lacy with a delicate pattern.
She pulled these down to uncover a smooth milky white
ass. Suddenly Lindy smacked it. Amanda’s squeal was
one of delight, not discomfort. Another stroke. And
another. Soon a reddish tint could be discerned even
though Lindy could not bring herself to spank her
hard.

Suddenly Amanda rolled off Lindy’s lap and flashed a
fiery look.

Lindy had not seen the sullen young woman so
animated. “Stand up.” Lindy rose and Amanda dropped
to her knees and began tonguing Lindy’s lips and
clit. Oh the girl has got it… right… there. The
slurping and sucking noises only added to Lindy’s
excitement. It had been so long since she had had an
orgasm that the muscles quickly began to draw taut
and the glorious feeling started to wash across her
brain.

Rick felt Tom getting ready to come. His ass had the
soft feel of his daughter’s. If he could get Tom to
teach him how to make a fortune in the stock market
then he was set with or without Katrina, and if this
would accomplish the task then he was willing. Tom
came and grunted as Rick took it all. After coming
Tom became worried that Rick might want this in
return, but Rick pulled up his shorts and told him
that he probably needed some rest.

Rick knew better than to ask anything then. That
would come later. He didn’t need payment in kind. He
left Tom exhausted on his office sofa. Rick smiled as
he realized he had been given the bedroom right next
to the master suite. They had nothing to worry about
between him and Katrina.

Jeff’s orgasm came in a deep sliding motion. Katrina
arched backward as she felt him let go. She didn’t
come but it felt good – and she knew that she could
coax an orgasm from this willing partner. Jeff had
fucked a company officer’s daughter on his own
kitchen table. Shit. Katrina giggled.

“It’s all right, Jeff, let’s get up and no will know
about this. We’ll just go in the living room and act
like we’ve been watching TV. After we know the coast
is clear we go to our rooms.” She was glad there was
no way Rick would find out; it would destroy him. She
made up her mind to let him down gently.

Lindy doubled over as her abdomen tensed and she
came. Amanda looked up at her with big brown eyes as
she used her tongue to tweak all of the pleasure from
the spasm. Unconsciously Lindy had pressed her
lover’s face against her pussy; now she released her.
Wet and panting, Lindy sat back onto the commode as
Amanda stood up.

Tom thought he heard the TV as he left his office. He
walked to the living room where he found Katrina
stretched out on the sofa and Jeff in the recliner.
They were watching music videos.

“Don’t you guys ever sleep?”

“On my way, Tom.” Jeff yawned and ambled to his room.

“I’m used to not sleeping – I’m a college student,
remember?”

“Fine, Katie. Just shut everything off when you go to
bed.”

Tom went to the kitchen.

“Katie, what the hell happened to this pie?”

Katrina had already slipped out of the living room
and went upstairs. Tom heard the shower from her
suite turn on. This might be a good chance to call
Lana…

“Maybe you should let out the bath water.” Lindy
wasn’t sure she could provide Amanda the release just
given her. She hadn’t ever gone down on a woman.

Thankfully it didn’t appear that her classmate wanted
her to. Amanda rebuttoned her pajama top and
collected her robe from the floor.

“Amanda, I…”

“You don’t have to explain.” Amanda knew the older
woman wouldn’t eat her.

There was time to get what she really wanted-the
spanking was a good start. She was bound to come up
with new ideas. She didn’t look back as she made her
way to her bedroom.

Amanda observed the frosty landscape outside the
classroom window. Thanksgiving break was over. She
heard Melinda sit down in the desk behind her. Amanda
knew that the lady wondered what she was writing in
her notebook during the free time before class and at
break. A bit of a smile touched the corners of her
thin-lipped mouth. How appalled would Melinda be at
the fantasy Amanda had woven for her bourgeois little
family at Thanksgiving? Dr. Barton entered the
classroom.

Amanda closed her very private notebook on the pages
where Rick’s ass fucking of her older classmate was
to commence.

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