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Opis ebooka Teachers Who Swap: Barely Legal Erotica - Kandi Colbert

This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…Excerpt:Angie spread her legs apart, fumbling the front of her jeans open, her hand darting inside, deep into the hairy vee. She was very hairy around her cunt, especially for a eighteen-year-old."Goddamn, it feels good already!" she cried.She spread her legs wider. Her fingers parted the lips of her cunt. Her cunt was red inside, red and already wet, all slippery and slimy."I love to jack-off," she said out loud. "I wish could jack-off forever." She lifted her hand out of her jeans and looked at her hairy pussy. "I love you, pussy. I love the way you make me feel when I play with you."Angie was consumed with lust; her episode with the boy and then the Scotch had done its job. Her finger glided into her cunt, in and out, in and out in and out. She moaned.I'm about to come, she thought, just a minute more, and then I'll drink some more Scotch and use the bottle instead of my finger. I'm almost there, just another second or two. 

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Fragment ebooka Teachers Who Swap: Barely Legal Erotica - Kandi Colbert

Teachers Who Swap

Kandi Colbert

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

"If you're going to play with yourself, you might at least close the door," she said.

"I'm not playing with myself; I have you to do that," he answered.

Giving him a come-and-get-it look, she peeled off the robe. She stood for an instant to let him admire her naked body before picking up her pantyhose.

"I never knew a blonde could have such a black-haired pussy," he said.

"Just shows you didn't know everything," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and rolling her pantyhose.

She got one leg in the air before he grabbed her and pulled her backwards, his hand cupping one of her large tits. Her nipple stood out big and firm.

"Not now, Rick," she squealed. "You don't want me to be late for the first day of school ... do you?"

"You act like that damn school is more important than me."

"It is, buddy, at least until you get off your ass and get a job."

"I just got home, baby. Give me a few days . . . huh?" His hand slid down her belly into the thick soft hair. Her legs opened.

"If you wanted to fool around, why didn't you do it earlier? I don't want to get all sweaty; I just got out of the shower," she said. Still, her fingers curled around his prick.

"I like you best when you're all wet and hot from the shower and you smell like that sexy soap you use. Remember the night we first met and went to the crummy little motel and I told him you were my sister and he said, 'I don't give a fuck who you sleep with, buddy. That's six bucks'?"

"Yeah, I remember," she said, slowly masturbating him, her hand sliding up and down with long deliberate strokes.

"How come you never dry off after a bath?"

"I like to feel wet and sleek ... all over," she said.

Rick's finger moved into the furrow between her cunt-lips.

"Ooooh, Rick! Don't!" she moaned. "I'll be late. Besides, the door is still wide open."

"Piss on the door," Rick said.

She was flat on her back, and when he rolled over on top of her, her legs went up into the air. Her hand found his prick and guided it in.

"Yes! Oh, honey, yes!" she moaned, as his long cock opened up her cunt and went in to the hilt.

He had only been home three days and already she'd lost count of the times they'd fucked. She hadn't seemed to mind waiting a year, teaching school, playing the faithful wife, but now with his cock buried inside her, she wondered why. Wondered why she had been the chaste young wife; she was sure he hadn't been the chaste husband. Fucking felt so good, and she needed it so much.

She had her legs locked tightly around his back and orgasmed at almost the same time he popped inside her pussy.

"Don't pull right out, honey; let it soak for a minute. Your cock feels so good in there," Elaine said.

Rick grinned; he liked his broads hot and eager. "Goddamn, baby, you're some hot cunt! I bet you really turn them little high-school studs on."

"Oh, sure, I fuck them at least three times a day. But it's not them that you should be worried about, it's that simpleton older brother of yours."

"Hey! You can't talk about my brother like that," Rick snarled, jerking away, pulling his cock out. He slapped her hard across the face.

Her hand went to her stinging cheek. "You dumb bastard! He tried to get in my pants every single day you were gone."

Rick grinned. "Did he succeed?"

"Hell no, he didn't succeed. I'd rather fuck a snake."

Rick hit her again, harder than the first.

"You can't make me like him, or your crummy parents, either!"

Rick doubled up his fist and drew back.

"Go ahead, hit me! Give me a black eye. But if we don't get out of this house and into a place of our own, we ain't going to make it . . . not together, anyway."

Rick relaxed.

"And I still think it was dumb, yes, even stupid to run off and join the Marine Corps when you had responsibilities."

"What responsibilities?"

"Me, you dumb ass."

They had been married less than a month when Rick got a wild hair up his ass and joined the Marines. For six months she had lived close to the base, seeing him on the weekends he got off, but finally she had come here to his folks' home and had gotten a job teaching school.

But now Rick was home and it would be all right. He had only served a year and a half and wouldn't tell how he got out, but it didn't matter; he was home now.

At times she wished she hadn't married him in the first place. But he was such a beautiful specimen of man: Tall and muscular, curly blond hair, cocky, and hot tempered. He was really too good looking for his own good.

She was teaching school in Minneapolis, her first year, when she met him, and they went dancing and drinking, and she fucked him on the first night. They got married a week later. She was twenty-two and he was only nineteen. They fucked like a pair of minks . . . until he joined the Corps. That should have told her something.

And then she had come up here to Bear Claw, Minnesota. What a stupid name for a town, and what a stupid town, just across the border from North Dakota and colder than hell in the winter, which was most of the time. And his parents were creeps; poor white trash was a better name. God, it was awful.

And every man in town had tried to fuck her at one time or another. At times, it was a disadvantage to look like Elaine Keller looked. She was a brown-eyed blond, and buxom . . . tits built beyond description. Every man had dreamed of fucking a woman like Elaine Keller. And she had just spent a whole year sleeping alone. It was a crime against mankind.

"While you cooled your heels in the Marine stockade or where ever the hell you've been, your big brother has been trying his damnedest to fuck me. And his damnedest has not been good enough," Elaine said. "Light me a cigarette." Rick lit two cigarettes and handed Elaine one. "And your old man. He would have fucked me if I'd given him half the chance. One night when he was drunker than shit, he tried to rape me, but he's too goddamn fat to catch me." Rick laughed.

"Laugh, you bastard. If he'd have caught me, he'd have fucked me good. He had his pants open and had his cock out. It wasn't bad, either; if he hadn't been so drunk I might have taken him up on it." Elaine dragged deeply on her cigarette. She had Rick's cock in her hand again. Elaine rolled over on top of him and pushed his prick into her cunt. She was still smoking. She let her weight down and started bouncing on his cock.

"Oh, God, Rick! It's so good!" she cried. "I like to fuck, I really do."

Ronald Keller, Rick's older brother, stood just out of sight in the hall. But he was where he could watch them fuck. His cock came out of the front of his pajamas and into his hand. The first spurt went on the rug, the second onto his bare feet.

"I'm coming, Ricky! Oh God, am I ever coming!" Elaine cried.

Chapter 2

"That's it for today, kids," Harry Ames said. The kids closed their books and shuffled their papers and did whatever else kids do before leaving their last class. It was a small class, even for Bear Claw High, but four students were all that qualified for advanced trig. They were all seniors; three girls and one boy.

Jesus, what a sordid way to make a buck, Harry Ames thought. He was beat; he was always beat after the first day.

He glanced up in time to see Kitty Halstead hesitate at the door and wiggle her ass. He grinned and ogled. Harry always had time to ogle an ass, even though he made it a rule not to ogle too long. It might give him ideas, ideas that were not in keeping with his position.

He leaned back and reached for the cigarettes in his pocket. He wasn't supposed to smoke in the school building, but he lit up anyway. He wondered why the four students were taking the class; it would be rough.

Alfred Neumann would make it okay, and for Angie Gillis, it would be a breeze. But Kitty Halstead was another matter. She would never cut it. She was the school sexpot, and he could sure as shittin' see why.

Kitty had worn a treacherously short skirt and had sat close to his desk, giving him a clear view of her beaver. He knew he would see more before she admitted the class was too tough.

Harry snuffed out his cigarette and got to his feet. In the hall, which was almost deserted, he almost collided with a fellow teacher. "Sorry, uh ..." he stammered. Harry had never been good at names, and it was just this morning that he'd met all his fellow sufferers.

"It's Mac," Mac said, grinning. "How did the first day go?"

"Not too bad, Mac," Harry said sheepishly, "at least it's over until tomorrow."

Two women came down the hall and turned into the women's lounge. One was a startling blonde, and she gave Harry a long hard look, the other wasn't so startling.

"Jesus Christ! Who the hell was that?" Harry asked.

"You met her at the meeting this morning, Harry. Surely you remember Agnus Rug, the commercial teacher."

"Not her, you idiot, the other one." He looked at Mac, who was grinning. "Quit putting me on, you bastard. Who was she?"

"That, my friend, was Elaine Keller, Mrs. Elaine Keller, the fairest of the fair. Her husband just got out of the Marine Corps a few days ago."

"Christ on a crutch, Mac, she's positively beautiful. She's got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

"That's the same impression she leaves on every man she meets," Mac said. "But if you have any ideas, you'll have to get in line. Every male in Bear Claw is drooling for her. Not a one has gotten to first base, and now her husband is home." Mac looked at his waist. "Hey, I've gotta run. See you tomorrow."

Harry stood in the hall for several minutes, but when Elaine didn't come out, decided he had to run, too.

Harry walked home from the school. He handled the seven blocks to the small white-frame house with no sweat. He went into the house and threw his sweater over a chair.

"Hey, Alta, anybody home?"

"In here, honey," his wife said from the kitchen.

"Hi," Harry said as he entered the kitchen. "Where's the brat?"

"Your son is in the back yard playing," she said, frostily.

"How's about a kiss for daddy?"

She turned from the sink. Alta Ames was a slim, high breasted woman. She was very pretty, and she had class, lots of class. She tilted her face up to her husband.

Harry kissed her hard, his hand going around her waist and sliding down to grip her ass. "I'm horny," he said, pulling her crotch against his.

Alta pulled away. "Is that all you ever think of, Harry Ames?"

"I know you don't always want it, but I do."

"You're oversexed."

"Maybe I am, but that's the way I am." Harry felt his anger rising. "Let's face it, baby, if you won't keep daddy happy at home, he'll have to get in somewhere else."

Alta eyed him coldly. He could be a repulsive sonofabitch when he wanted to. "Maybe you'll have to do just that."

As Harry loosened his grip, Alta suddenly realized that the thought of him getting pussy elsewhere made her want to fuck. "You give up too easily," she said.

"You bitch," Harry said, pulling her close again.

"Not here! Hal's in the back yard," she cried as he raised her skirt and slid his hands inside her panties.

Alta wished he would get it someplace else. It would ease her burden of guilt. It always started this way: first the guilt, then arousal from the memory . . . not excitement of her husband. It had been a very brief affair, but very stimulating.

She felt her panties moving down her legs, and she realized that Harry had gone to his knees.

"No, no, honey, Hal might come in," she moaned, knowing she was powerless to stop him. She wanted to fuck as badly as he.

She spread her legs at the feel of his hot breath against her thighs. She loved it, oh god, how she loved it! But she felt it was dirty and she felt guilty about that, too.

She felt his tongue spear into the wetness of her cunt and she moaned.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the sink as the good feeling tingled in her thighs and spread up into her belly. She let her mind glide back in time, but she couldn't remember if it had been '67 or '68.

The man was a Marine captain, rugged and very masculine, and they met in the hospital waiting room.

Harry had just undergone another operation, this time to remove shrapnel fragments from his abdomen that they had missed the first time in.

"Are you Mrs. Ames?" the captain asked.

She nodded dumbly.

"I'm Captain Harrison, Captain Albert Harrison. I was your husband's commanding officer in 'Nam. You look like you've had a rough time. Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."

She protested mildly and followed him to the cafeteria.

They talked of many things: Harry Ames, the best goddamned sergeant in the Corps, Harry's bravery, Harry's ability in the field, Harry's devotion to his wife and child, Harry's chances under the knife.

They talked for what seemed like hours, and then they went to dinner together.

And after dinner in her small apartment, with the boy asleep in his crib, they talked some more.

She tried, afterwards, to convince herself that it was the liquor; but she knew it wasn't so, it had been over two years, and she needed a man.

Alta knew she shouldn't be drinking so much, not with her husband maybe dying. Yet it made her feel good, to be relieved of caring so much. It was a paradox, and it disturbed her.

"You miss him a great deal, don't you?" the captain asked.

"Yes, yes, so very much." She started to cry.

He was sitting very close to her and his arm went around her. "There, there, cry it all out, honey," he said. She continued to sob and he stroked the back of her head softly. His hand went down her back and crept around until he was cupping one of her high, hard breasts.

"Was it good between you and your husband ... Harry?"

"What . . . what do you mean?"

"Your sex life. Was Harry a good lover?"

She looked confused for a moment. "Yes, he was good."

Then he kissed her. She resisted at first, then she moved easily into his arms. His hand dropped to her knees and she resisted again, but that too was in vain. Her legs parted and his hand moved up her soft thigh.

He somehow got her dress open and her bra pushed up. Her nipple hardened readily under his palm. He continued to kiss her softly, gently, his tongue lightly toying at her lips until she opened her mouth eagerly. The hair on her cunt was soft and silky when he moved his fingers under the legband of her panties.

Alta was breathing hard now.

She couldn't recall if she had reached into the captain's open fly of her free will or if his hand had guided her there. She was sure she hadn't unzipped him ... at least she thought she was sure. One thing she was sure of: his cock was big, and it was hard, very hard.

She didn't resist when he pushed her down on the couch and removed her panties, and she watched with a mixture of desire and horror as he removed his trousers and shorts. Her legs were open when he came down on top of her and she quickly guided his prick in.

"Yes. .. fuck me!" she gasped.

She realized later that it was the fact that it wasn't her husband's cock that thrilled her so. She parted her legs wider, her hands grasping his ass, urging him deeper.

Captain Harrison even talked of her husband while he fucked her. And oh, how he fucked her. The captain's specialty was fucking grieving wives. He had never in his life laid eyes on Sergeant Harry Ames.

"Oh, Albert, Albert! It's so good. I've missed it so," she cried.

"Is it better than it was with your husband?"

"Yes, yes . . . it's so good! Darling! Fuck me, fuck me harder; I'm going to come!"

She came hard, very hard, just before he poured his spunk into her cunt. He withdrew his prick slowly and wiped the globs that oozed from his cock onto her skirt.

They drank some more and then went into the bedroom and fucked again. That was where she learned the joy of having her cunt eaten, long before her husband had been allowed so much as a kiss. Here, too, she ate the cock of a man and drank his juice, something she still didn't do for her husband.

He wanted to see her again, but she told him it was out of the question.

They met at the hospital that afternoon and couldn't wait until they got home; Captain Harrison fucked her in his car in the parking lot. He fucked her the next morning on the floor beside the playpen while two-year-old Hal played. He said it stimulated hell out of him to fuck her in front of the kid. He fucked her regularly for a month, and then it was over.

Alta knew she was about to come now, and she parted her legs wider, pulling her husband's face harder against her cunt.

Her memories were very pleasant, and they stimulated her. Yet she still felt guilty. Harry had never found out. She had prided herself in ending it before it got completely out of hand; though in reality, she knew the captain had tired of the fling and dropped her. She wished that Harry would help her feelings a little by cheating on her once in a while. It would make it easier.

She gasped at the touch of Harry's tongue, even though she was sure that it was wrong, perverted to have sex like this. But who was she to make moral judgments?

Alta spread her legs and hunched her pussy against his mouth, desperately clinging to the edge of the sink.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Harry! It's so good! Eat me, eat me, my darling . . . I'm coming . . . oh, Jesus, am I ever coming!"

Her orgasm consumed her. She started straight ahead, her eyes glassy and unseeing, totally unaware of her young son.

Little Hal watched from the door, his ten-year-old cock hardening in his pants at the sight. He didn't know why it felt so good, but he put his hand to his bulging crotch and rubbed.

Harry pulled his gasping wife down to the floor. "Now it's my turn," he said, pulling his cock from his pants. Harry had a very big cock.

Alta lay back and opened up for him. "God yes, Harry! Get it in! Fuck me, make me come again!" Harry pushed his big prick into her wet cunt. He couldn't remember her being this hot in a long time. The wetness of her pussy seemed to fold around his cock and draw him in like a hungry mouth. She had her legs around his back, pulling to get his cock all the way inside. It hurt her back, fucking on the hard floor, but she knew she would make it again and she didn't give a good goddamn.

"Harry, Harry ... do it! Do it . . . make me come again! I need it so much!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard and fast, darling! I think I could suck it for you if I didn't need it so badly where it's at. Harry! Harry!"

Her cunt was so wet and alive that he knew he couldn't last, but he had to make her come first. He reached back and grasped the cheeks of her ass, spreading the cleft. His fingers sought and found her asshole. A thick finger spread the hole and burst inside.

"I'm coming!" she screamed.

He jerked out his finger and he jerked out his cock. He had but an instant, but he got close to her face and when his cream spurted forth, it spurted across her lovely face.

Alta grabbed his cock and got it in her mouth. Harry groaned as she sucked his come out, spurt after spurt, and swallowed it. She nursed on his cock until there was nothing left.