Judy told me all about it.

That bastard. I didn't think he had it in him. I didn't think he'd have the balls to force himself on Judy like that! He didn't even ask. Just threw her down and put that sausage in her crotch.

I think the little slut enjoyed it too. She said she didn't but I don't believe her. I wish Brad had asked me out before Ronald did. I'd make a man out of Brad, show him how a woman likes it. I don't care if I haven't been doing it as long as Judy. I am way better at giving head. That bastard of a teacher said so.

I don't care if Judy is a whore and enjoyed it, he shouldn't have thrown her down in that filthy lockerroom and fucked her like that!

Tuesday night she was crying and complaining about it. Maybe she was PMS-ing and that's why she was so bitchy to me?

Wednesday I went to the school myself. I wasn't working, and I didn't have little wimpy Judy with me either. If that guy came around I'd fix him. Give him some of his own medicine for a change and see how he liked it.

Sure enough he was there. Doing what I can't imagine. It's summertime, and he's not teaching. I had my cut-off shorts on and my tube top. He was sure to sniff around and find me, I knew. Before too long he had seen me and started in my direction.

He checked me out pretty well. He was subtle about it, but I saw his eyes check out my breasts. The girls were riding well in the tube top. He even glanced down at my legs and ass. I was standing at the vending machines, the janitors' closet was open behind me.

He said hello. I said hi. He asked me what I was doing here. I pulled the letter opener from the hip pocket of my cut-offs and said "this!" I held the point of the letter opener against his pants and his prick.

"Come with me, into the closet" I sneered. His cock shifted against the letter opener, and he followed me in there.

I turned on the hanging light and closed the door behind us.

"You son of a bitch!" I yelled, "you raped my friend yesterday!"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Not as sorry as you are going to be," I said.

"What are you going to do?" he asked me.

"Give you your own medicine," I said. "Drop your pants and get that penis ready for me."

He took his pants off. Somehow it wasn't sexy when he did that. Kind of like watching your grandfather tuck his shirt in or something. He smelled good. Like a man. Not like the boys with their Tag and other sweet smelling stuff. Still, the teacher didn't smell like my grandfather either. Maybe it was shaving cream, I don't know.

"Now get on your knees and eat me" I demanded. He got down on his knees slowly, my letter opener in his face, and he undid my shorts. His rough fingers got inside the hem of my panties and he pulled them down. My pussy was dry until he did that, and then I felt a rush of wet in there.

His finger found its way inside of me and started to stroke me. I was trying not to let him know it felt good.

"With your other hand start stroking yourself," I commanded him.

"But that's your job," he started to say.

"Not when I have the weapon! Now get that dick up!" I shouted. I was hoping the janitor would be gone until I was done with this bastard.

Oh it felt good to be stroked like that. Ronald doesn't know how to rub my pussy right, and when he fucks me it feels like he's using a breadstick or something. That little thing just can't hit the right spots. Teacher's fingers were very talented. I could feel those thick fingers probing my cunt, the lips closing around them as they forcefully went in and out.

I looked down and the teacher's cock was long enough to give me what I wanted. I was wet, but I wanted more.

"Eat me you son of a bitch!" I said.

His tongue reached up into my sweating cunt. My God how long is that tongue I thought. I tried not to moan.

He paused for a moment, "Will you be returning the favor?"

"No, I won't be blowing you," I said. "YOU are serving me!"

I grunted, but just a little as he continued to lick me. I don't think he heard me.

I was ready.

"Okay, fuck me!" I commanded. "and it better be good or else."

He leaned me back against the supply shelves and stepped up and into my waiting cunt. I went up onto my toes as he filled me up. Oh my God this wasn't a breadstick or pencil he was screwing me with. It was thick and long and it hit all my spots.

"Keep going fuck slave" I tried to sound commanding. "You're going to have to do better than this or I'll cut that thing off"

I was lying. It felt wonderful. I hadn't felt it like this since he took that black satin ribbon off my neck and fucked my brains out in the hotel room a few months before.

I couldn't contain it.

"Ooooh-yes! Mmmm-harder! Deeper-mmmm."

He took the letter opener from my hand and threw it across the little room, his cock thrusting further into me than I ever imagined he could reach. That damn thing must have touched my ribs he was in so far! Thick, so thick inside of me!

I came. I came hard and my whole body shook. I couldn't control it.

He pulled out of my pussy and turned me over and put me on the floor. He put me on my hands and knees.

I couldn't do anything about it.

He spread my butt cheeks and entered me.

Oh my God it felt good.

He was thrusting into my asshole and I couldn't help myself. I started to rotate my hips and thrust back onto his prick.

Something strange started to happen. I felt warm all over and I got a little dizzy. "What's happening?" I said.

"Well you sassy bitch, you're getting the best fucking of your life!"

He was right.

Then he started to spank my ass. I never knew that would make the orgasm even better but it did.

I sort of half passed-out and when I realized what was happening I was busy sucking that cock. I could taste my juices on him, and the salty-sweet flavors of his cock.

I clamped down, my tongue circling the captive cock, licking every inch. I took a deep breath and then sucked his cock as if I could vacuum the skin right off. He thrust into my mouth and I felt the tip of his cock in my throat. I felt his cock shaking in my mouth. As his tip hit my throat there was an explosion of cum. He was so far into my throat that I couldn't taste the first blast. He pulled back an inch and the second blast coated my tongue. It was like tapioca pudding in my mouth, the cream and the little solid bits of cum!

He had a hold of my hair as I licked his cock clean. My cunt felt warm, and I saw my juices flowing down my leg.

I lay there panting, watching him put his pants back on.

"Did you get even for Judy?" he asked.

"Yeah" was all I could manage to say.

After he left the janitors' closet I heard him down the hallway. He was telling the janitor about a mess someone had made in the cafeteria, and I heard their footsteps as they walked away. I lay there for five minutes, my pussy still tingling and my fingers and tongue coated with his baby-batter. Now where was that fucking letter opener he took from me?

I never found that letter opener in there.

The "other" perspective.

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