Chapter 12

What a weekend!

Beverly was completely dressed and standing at the door. Chris and Wanda had said goodbye to her in the living room where they were getting ready to participate in a sixty-nine. Kerry had left earlier in the day to prepare for a trip he would have to be taking the next day. Beverly had sampled Kerry's huge cock just before he left and she was still walking a little stiff-legged.

"Beverly, dear," Margie said to the attractive woman, "we're all so thrilled that you were able to spend the weekend with us and we hope that we can do it again soon. I hope that you enjoyed yourself as much as we enjoyed having you."

"Margie, you and Ruby have been extra super," Beverly replied. "I don't know when I might be ready for some more sex but I sure have had enough to last me for a while. You are both adorable and I'm looking forward to returning one of these days."

"We'll hold you to that, Bev," Ruby said. "I hope that it isn't too very long before I can put my tongue back in your sweet pussy."

"Don't you start talking like that, Ruby," Beverly stated. "You know me well enough now that talk of that nature will get my juices running again. I don't think I could stand anyone touching my pussy now. Not even with a feather. I've often heard the expression pussy-whipped applied to a man who was all fucked out but this is a time when that expression can be applied to a woman. My pussy is completely whipped."

"Well, dear," Margie broke in, "be sure to keep in close touch with us. And if there's anything that we can do for you please let us know."

"Oh, there is one thing," Beverly began. "I'm going to have a tough time keeping my hands off Chris at school. I surely don't want to get either one of us into trouble so would you urge Chris to play it cool and that any contact between us should be kept on a teacher-student basis. That way, both of us will stay clear of the wrong eyes or ears and we'll be able to continue our relationship here at your house."

"You can be assured that we will," Margie replied. "I don't think that you'll have anything to worry about where Chris and Wanda are concerned."

Beverly thanked both of them and kissed them both. The two oversexed sisters stood at the door and watched Beverly walk down to her car and depart. They smiled at each other as Margie closed the door.

The young, attractive teacher drove slowly home thinking about the weekend that she had just experienced. She couldn't remember any time that she had reached so many orgasms in such a short period of time. She wondered if her cunt would ever be the same. It had been sucked, fucked, stroked and kissed so many times since early Friday evening that she was almost relieved to be on her way home. A myriad of thoughts raced through her mind and before she knew it she was pulling into the parking lot in front of her apartment.

On her way into the building she checked her mail box and found a couple of flyers and a bill or two. She entered her apartment and flopped down on the sofa. She put her feet up on the coffee table and dropped her head back on to the back cushion. A long sigh escaped her lips as she slipped her feet free of her shoes and, with her feet, pushed her shoes off on to the floor. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

And incessant ringing telephone snapped her out of her nap. She looked around and realized that she must have been sleeping about an hour or so. She got up from the couch and went into the kitchen where she lifted the receiver and placed ,it at her ear.

"Hello," the lovely teacher said sleepily.

"Beverly?" a female voice asked. "Is that you?"

"Uh, yes, I was just taking a nap," the woman replied. "Who's this?"

"Beverly, this is Florence," the voice answered. "Can you talk?"

"Florence, how about if I call you back in about fifteen minutes or so," Beverly asked the woman. "Give me time to heat up a pot of water and have a cup of coffee to wake me up. Okay?"

"Okay," Florence replied. "I'll expect to hear from you in about fifteen minutes."

Beverly made a cup of instant coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. She thumbed through a magazine without paying very much attention to it. Finally, she started to feel awake and alert. Wonder what Florence wants, she thought. Probably wants to eat me again, she decided. Guess I'd better return her call or I'll have her on my doorstep.

Beverly reached for the phone then realized that she didn't know Florence's phone number. She replaced the phone, then reached under the table and picked up the telephone book from the floor. Wonder how the hell it got on the floor, she asked herself. She flipped open to the C's and scanned down the columns until she found the number for Florence Coolidge. She reached for the phone again and dialed Florence's number.

"Hello," the pleasant voice answered.

"Florence," this is Beverly," the lovely teacher said. "I think that I'm a bit more awake now and will be able to hold an intelligent conversation. What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you were okay and how you were doing," the older woman said. "I tried to reach you a couple of times earlier today but there was no answer. Did you go away for the weekend, dear?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Florence," Beverly answered. "And I have been away for the weekend. I spent it with some friends."

"Sounds very interesting, dear," the librarian responded. "Didn't do anything that I wouldn't do, did you?"

"Oh, I don't know," Beverly replied with amusement. "I may have had a bit of fun doing this and that."

"You'll have to tell me all about it," Florence said. "Well, I guess that I shall just wait and see you tomorrow. Will you stop by the library after class tomorrow afternoon? I'd love to see you."

"You don't have any funny ideas, do you?" Beverly asked. "We took a terrible chance the other day that could have gotten both of us in a helluva' lot of trouble if we had been seen."

"Nothing like that again. Promise," Florence assured the younger woman. "I won't try anything like that again unless we are at your place or mine. Fair enough?"

"Okay," Beverly agreed, "I'll stop by the library a little after three tomorrow afternoon. Okay?"

"Good," Florence said approvingly. "I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow afternoon. Bye for now."

"Bye," Beverly said to conclude the conversation.

Beverly returned to the living room. I think that I'd better go slowly, she told herself. That woman could become a bit overbearing if I let her.

The following day Beverly had three classes and had quite a bit of paper work to catch up on. She kept herself occupied during the morning hours then had to get down to the cafeteria for monitoring duty during lunch. She roamed around the room watching the students and listening to their chatter. A couple of them stopped by to speak with her on their way out and the entire period passed rather quickly and quite smoothly.

She was surprised when she entered the classroom for her Remedial class to find that Chris was not there. One of the other students told her that he had come down with a touch of the flu and his mother suggested that he stay home. Beverly went about the class routinely and it wasn't long before the fifty minute period had expired and the bell sounded. She gave the class homework assignments and watched as they departed for the day. Wonder if I should call Margie, she wondered? Maybe Chris just had too much pussy over the weekend and was using today to recuperate.

Beverly left the classroom, dropped her books off at the office space provided for the substitute teachers and headed for the library. She arrived just as the last of the students was leaving and bidding goodnight to Mrs. Coolidge. Beverly entered and smiled at Florence as the two women approached each other.

"You look just as gorgeous as ever," Florence said by way of greeting.

"Thank you very much," the younger teacher replied. "I might say that you look pretty darn good yourself."

Florence invited her up to the lounge area of the library and the two women entered and sat down. Florence reached for a pot of hot coffee and poured a cup for each of them. After a few preliminary sips the two women sat back and looked at each other.

"Well," Florence began, "what are you going to tell me about your weekend. Was it fun? Did you enjoy it?"

"Florence," Beverly began, "if I told you everything that happened you would either call me a liar or tell me that I was a dreamer. Believe me, it went far beyond my wildest expectations."

"Now you've got me really curious," the older woman said excitedly. "Tell me and leave it to me to decide whether or not I think that you're a dreamer."

"Well, let me begin this way," Beverly said, "I attended a sex orgy which involved four women counting myself and two men. One of the men had a cock on him that was nine and a half inches hard and about as thick as my wrist. And during the weekend he managed to insert that monster into all four of us women a couple of times. By the way, the other fellow, though blessed with just an average-sized cock, certainly knew what to do with it."

"Oh, geez, you've gotten me all excited already," Florence said. "What all did you do? Was it all fucking?"

"Oh, no," Beverly said with a laugh. "It was a complete orgy. We ate each other, all the women were fucked with a slick dildo, I was fucked in the ass for the first time in my life, and it was fabulous, and I had three women sucking on me at the same time while I had a cock in my mouth. How's that sound?"

Florence had moved her hand up under her skirt and had begun stroking herself. She had really gotten turned on by Beverly's account of the weekend and her panties were soaked. She ran a finger up and down her slit through her panties before slipping it under the elastic band to touch herself flesh to flesh.

"Beverly, I'm green with envy," Florence said breathlessly. "God, I wish that I had been with you. It sounds like you had a weekend to remember."

"There was lots more to it than I just described," Beverly went on. "It would take me hours to relate all the details to you."

Florence continued to stroke her pussy as the conversation continued. Beverly knew that her description of the weekend was getting the older woman excited and she began to feel devilish wondering how far Florence would go if the story continued and if it got more detailed.

"Continue on, Beverly. Continue on!" Florence begged excitedly.

"Well," the attractive teacher went on, "the weekend started with a delightful sixty-nine between me and the second male guest. I wasn't even in the house five minutes before he had me down in the middle of the living room rug licking my pussy while I sucked his hard cock. It was fantastic. I know that it didn't take me more than five minutes to pop my load and I came just as my partner shot his load down my throat. Thank goodness that I was on top. That way I could control my throat and swallowing action. But it was great."

Florence was really beside herself with excitement now. In addition to continuing to rub her tender pussy, she used her other hand to rub over her lovely breasts. Small beads of perspiration were evident on her handsome face and the quickness of her breathing lent further evidence to her highly agitated state.

"I don't know what the best part of the weekend was," Beverly continued, "there was one time when I had a beautiful young woman eating me, two other delightful women playing with and sucking my breasts and nipples and a hard, slender cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Don't you know that I was half crazy with excitement. I'll bet I flooded that lovely face buried between my legs."

Beverly was playing a game now and enjoying herself immensely. She knew that within a few days she and Florence would be locked onto each other's cunts and driving each other up the wall but for now she was getting a helluva' kick out of seeing the older woman become more and more excited. She had noticed that during her narration, Florence had slipped a couple of fingers under her panties and was busily masturbating toward a relief giving orgasm. Beverly kept it up until Florence slumped in her chair and dropped her head on to her chest. Beverly smiled. She knew that Florence had finally found relief.

Beverly sat silently while she waited for Florence to recover. When the older woman appeared to be sufficiently recovered Beverly went over to her and, taking her hankie out of her pocketbook, blotted the perspiration from Florence's flushed face.

"Florence, I'm surprised at you," Beverly said teasingly. "Surely you can maintain better self control than that. To think that you'd sit right there in front of me and masturbate is shocking. I think that I had better come over to your place on Wednesday and talk more."

As Beverly continued to toy with her, Florence had slowly regained her composure. She had straightened up in her chair and had overcome the discomfort causing by the damp panties. She had really soaked them.

"Beverly, dear," Florence said softly as Beverly looked at her, "was that younger man at your weekend party Chris Baker?"

Beverly was shocked. She stared at Florence open-mouthed. She couldn't understand how Florence knew or found out.

"How did you know?" Beverly asked nervously.

Florence smiled.

"Don't worry dear," she went on, "your secret is safe with me. One day last week I saw you and Chris Baker walking to your cars in the parking lot. I had assumed at the time that you had kept him late for some school failings but now I wonder? When you got to the lot, Chris walked you to your car and when you got seated behind the wheel he reached in and ran his hands over some of your more alluring places. It wasn't difficult, at that point, to figure out that he was fucking you or that something was going on between you."

Beverly continued to stare at Florence in a most shocking expression on her lovely face. She didn't know what to say and she wasn't really sure that Florence would not tell anyone about what she had seen.

"I wish there was some way I could put your mind at ease," Florence said as though she were reading Beverly's mind. "I assure you that no one will find out anything about Chris or your weekend from me. You and I have something good going between us and I will do nothing to jeopardize that. There is only one way that I intend to use you and I'll tell you about it right now. Okay?"

Beverly wasn't too sure that she wanted to listen to Florence's offer but she knew that she didn't have any choice.

"How is that?" the lovely woman asked.

"Okay," Florence said. "You said yourself that you'd better come over to my place on Wednesday night and I think that is a great idea. Now, let me tell you Beverly, I am a very sexually active woman to which you can attest. One thing that you don't know about me, though, is that when it comes to fucking I like young men around twenty or so. They are not too skilled as a rule but they have such great recuperative powers. It doesn't take that lovely cock very long to become rigid a second or even a third time. Now, I know that Chris isn't twenty but eighteen is pretty close and he looks like he might have a bit of experience. He must have if he managed to seduce a beautiful young woman like you. So, why don't you approach him tomorrow in school and tell him that you'd like him to join you Wednesday night. Then on Wednesday night you bring him along to my apartment and let me take it from there"

"I'm positive that he will be very agreeable to my suggestion. If he thinks that he's going to be getting into my pants he'll follow me anywhere," Beverly said with a guarded smile. "But what if he isn't in school tomorrow? He was absent today and one of his friends said that he understood that Chris was coming down with the flu."

"Why don't you check in the morning when you come in?" Florence suggested. "That way if he is absent again you can have one of the attendance clerks call his home and find out if he is actually sick or just playing hooky. If he is sick we can delay our three-way until later and Wednesday night will be just you and me. How's that sound?"

"Okay," Beverly answered, "we'll play it that way. But please, Florence, not a word to anyone. We could both end up in a helluva' lot of trouble if our shenanigans became known by the school administration."

"Not to worry," Florence remarked. "Your secret is safe with me. Or, I suppose that I should say that both of our secrets are safe with me."

"Well, I guess we'd better call it a day," Beverly said. "I'm still kinda' bushed and want to go home and just relax. I'll check on Chris in the morning and drop in here around lunch time and let you know what the story is."

"Okay," Florence said. "You go home and relax and don't worry about a thing. I'll plan a very pleasant evening for us for Wednesday. Oh, by the way, Beverly, is Chris Baker a good fuck?"

Beverly smiled as she, thought about the exciting weekend that she had just experienced.

"He is a great fuck," Beverly said with satisfaction. "He's got a nice cock and he really knows how to use it. Wait'll he gets it in your pussy."

"Damn, now don't you get me started again," Florence remarked. "I'll just try to control myself until Wednesday night and hope that Chris is going to be with you."

Beverly smiled then turned away and headed for the door. She put her hand on the knob and just before she pulled the door open she turned and looked over her shoulder at Florence.

"Hope you're ready to be fucked in that great ass of yours," Beverly said.

With that, she smiled then left the room.

Now it was Florence's turn to have a shocked look cover her face.