THE DESPICABLE REXHAMS OF MASSACHUSETTS (fm:seduction, 2010 words) [11/11] show all parts | |||
Author: Thomas B | |||
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Charles makes his first seduction: his teacher. | |||
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husband would like to see it.""You wouldn't?"
"Mrs. Lehman, I don't think you want to take that chance. Your marriage; your career, your reputation."
"All right, come back in here. Let's get this over with."
As soon as the door closed, Charles was unbuckling his belt. "Mrs. Lehman, you have a nice body; I'd like to see it. I've never seen titties or pussy, well except for last week when you were with my grandfather."
Soon Janet Lehman was down to her bra and panties, and Charles was naked sitting on the edge of the bed. "Let's see the rest."
Unenthusiastically, she unhooked her bra. She couldn't help but stare at Charles' cock. It was already hard, and she was shocked to see that it was as big, maybe bigger, than James Rexham's, his grandfather. "They're beautiful, Mrs. Lehman."
She blushed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Now, let's see that pussy. My grandfather sure thought it tasted good."
She took off her panties and shyly stood in front of him; him, an eighteen-year-old boy, and her student. How could she ever stand in front of his class again?
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Lehman, Now, you should get busy doing what you did to my grandfather."
Janet Lehman got on her knees. She had to admit that Charles had a magnificent cock, and she just couldn't get enough of his grandfather's. In fact, all she'd thought about since she'd left his bed was when she'd get it again. In her pussy and in her mouth. That is until Charles showed her the photograph.
"Charles, for a young man, you've got a lot of cock."
"You should get busy, Mrs. Lehman, I don't want your husband to wonder what happened to you. Just like you did my grandfather."
Janet Lehman put that young, hard cock in her mouth. With James, she sucked it slowly, savoring every inch; making it last and last.
With Charles, she just wanted to get it over with.
It didn't happen that way. Charles had masturbated twice this morning, and once before he got to the motel. Janet, of course, didn't know that. She sucked enthusiastically, then even more enthusiastically. He lasted and lasted.
Of course, eventually, Charles came in her mouth. To her surprise, there wasn't much. Even more surprising her pussy was dripping.
Quickly, she started getting dressed. "Okay, Charles, I've done my part; hand over the picture."
He reached for the book, opened it and handed her the photo. "I think you're a disgusting young man. Don't expect me to be pleasant to you in class. Good-bye, Charles."
"One more thing, I have dozens of more pictures of my grandfather and you. See you here next Friday, Mrs. Lehman."
She stormed out, with no intention of coming back to this dumpy motel.
That weekend, Mr. Lehman was the beneficiary of the wildest sex, they'd had since their honeymoon. Janet Lehman was insatiable: her mouth, her pussy. "Whatever's got into you honey, I love it," her husband smiled.
To her surprise, Friday could not come soon enough. Even with what she was giving her husband; she was anxious for Charles Rexham's young cock. Friday morning, while still underneath her husband, she was thinking of what it would be like with his huge cock. Would he be like his grandfather? One could only hope.
Charles was at the door of Room 14 at the sleazy motel. Mrs. Lehman hurried inside. "Do you have the photographs, Charles?"
"Just one, Mrs. Lehman."
"You sicken me, young man," she said as she pulled her blouse over her head.
Soon Charles was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mrs. Lehman, you look more beautiful than last week."
"That's nice of you to say, but maybe you'd like to put that thing inside me today, Mr. Rexham."
"Oh Mrs. Lehman, how generous of you. Come to bed. You know, I'm a virgin. My first time with a woman and a woman like you. How could I be so lucky?"
Mrs. Lehman didn't need much foreplay. She'd been wet all day thinking of that big cock. Even as she stood in front of her class, Charles' class, she could feel the dampness. "Right there, Charles, don't be afraid to push in. Oh Charles, its soooo soooooo big."
Just like last week, he had masturbated twice this morning, and once when he got home from school.
Even not knowing what he was doing, he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. "Oh God, Charles. Your cock, oh your cock. Yes, like that, just like that. Keep giving that big cock to me."
It was nothing like the fucking her husband gave her just this morning. It was so much better; so much bigger.
Charles was only finished for a few minutes when Mrs. Lehman said, "Charles, you were amazing, now I'm going to want that big, fat piece of manliness in my mouth. I want it in my mouth so I can thank it for what it did to my pussy."
Last week was his first blowjob, Charles was certain this one was so much better. Whenever she came up for air, "thank you, Charles, thank you, I've never felt like that." Then it was back in her mouth.
Charles was still lying in bed while she got dressed. "I'm running late, my husband will wonder what happened to me. But Charles, it was worth it. You were fantastic."
"So were you, Mrs. Lehman. There's a photo in the book on the nightstand."
"Keep it, Charles. It'll give you something to think about until next Friday."
He smiled as she left.
At home, Mr. Lehman wondered what got into his wife. Not who? All weekend she was insatiable; in her mouth and in her pussy. She was no longer the demure school teacher he'd married. Not that he was complaining.
Even after he graduated, Mrs. Lehman continued to see Charles, usually on her knees or on her back. Within a year, the teacher in her taught him to eat her pussy. Did I mention that Mrs. Janet Lehman was a great, great teacher?
This was the beginning of Charles Rexham's career as a piece of shit just like the other Rexham men. As he got older, he preferred younger girls like eighteen-year-old Sean McCarthy, Morey Marsh and Ava Poorman, not that he was opposed to Kate McCarthy's brilliant red bush or Lori Marsh's humiliation as she blew him or the way Nurse Grace Bowerman begged for his cock.
Then there was the gorgeous Charity Robinson. Of all the women, the former Miss America contestant was his favorite. She was beautiful, and got more beautiful when she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. She was more beautiful when he held her by the ankles, watching his cock go in and out of her gorgeous blonde pussy. No one could fuck like Mrs. Robinson. That spectacular ass knew just how to move.
The despicable Charles Rexham orchestrated a scandal. Black Superintendent of Schools Robinson, Charity's husband, was caught on camera with one of his students. She was eighteen, but she was white. The photos were photoshopped but no one cared to look that closely.
Dr. Robinson had to flee the town. Charity Robinson fled to the Rexham Cape Cod compound seeking Charles' help in making the scandal go away; not knowing that he was behind it all. "Charles, I'll do anything, please." She said as she got on her knees. It took a week of blowjobs, fucking and eating the most delectable pussy for Charles to come up with a solution.
The local newspaper claimed that anonymous sources informed them that the girl had been hired by a local White Nationalist organization to ensnare Dr. Robinson.
Charles used his influence to find him a superintendent's job in a town in Central Massachusetts, with the caveat that Charity become a permanent resident of the Rexham's Cape Cod estate, where she cavorted naked in the pool and on the private beach to Charles' delight. To say nothing of the time she spent on her back or on her knees. Or even better in that third-floor enclosed patio looking out over the bay while Charles' tongue made her forget about her husband. It was as if Mrs. Robinson's pussy was forty-five going on nineteen. Scrumptious!!!
Charity missed her husband and didn't really like Charles Rexham. All that was true until his tongue started. She begged him not to stop. She was sincere when she told him that there was nothing better than the way he ate her. Charity missed her husband until Charles mounted her or she mounted him. "Your cock, Charles, oooh your cock. Keep giving it to me. My pussy loves your cock."
Or, "Charles, after what you've been doing to me, can I suck it, please. I want to please your cock, like you please my pussy."
A few times a year, he sent her to visit her husband near Springfield, Massachusetts while he was entertained by Mayor Kate McCarthy, Lori Marsh or their daughters. Ava Poorman, now in her twenties still called on occasion, and to his everlasting pleasure, "Mr. Rexham, I've been thinking of you. My period should start the day after tomorrow; would you like a houseguest?" She giggled.
THE END
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