Pete Harrison always wore a little blue knitted cap and a dirty work shirt. He looked like he shaved once a week and he always had a toothpick in his mouth. He had leering eyes and a leering grin, and he spent most of his time coming on to the girl, students and the young female teachers. He had an affinity for blondes, but anything would do as long as she was female.
"I know what you're doing with those kids," he snickered. "You're not kidding me with your high and mighty ways."
Gloria felt a stab of fear run through her body. "What do you mean?" she said, her voice quavering.
Pete looked at her with his beady little eyes and laughed. "You know what I mean Mrs. Maitland. If you're nice to me I'll keep my mouth shut. If not, well, your husband has a big job at the plant, and how do you suppose he'd feel about his pretty wife humping half the boys at the high school?"
He cackled like a maniac and Gloria shivered. "What do you want?" she hissed. "I have a little money, if that's what you want."
"Hell, no, I won't want your money, Mrs. Maitland," he chuckled. "Guess again."
She trembled at his disgusting laugh and his evil little eyes. "I want some pussy, Mrs. Maitland," he finally spit out. "I want the same thing you're giving all those kids. Some nice juicy pussy. I got an office down in the basement. You know where it is. You be there after class today. Four-thirty will be just fine." He cackled again and then repeated. "Yep, four-thirty for a little piece!"
He turned abruptly and walked away. Gloria stared after him, shuddering with apprehension. She knew he meant what he said. She had heard stories about him and she knew that if she didn't do what he wanted he would indeed tell Frank.
She phoned Frank at his office and told him she was working late, giving some make-up exams. He couldn't have cared less, he was so wrapped up in his new job.
It's his fault, she thought angrily. All his fault. If he paid more attention to me I wouldn't have to fool around with teenage kids, and then this wouldn't have happened.
Then she had to admit it wasn't all Frank's fault, it was her fault too. No one put a gun to her head and made her fuck half the male student body at the school. She was having the time of her life, and now the piper had to be paid.
She considered telling Pete Harrison to go to hell, but she realized it was no use. She'd have to do whatever he wanted. One word from him to Frank and her marriage would be over, and she didn't want that. With it all she loved Frank and she didn't want anything to happen to her marriage.
She went into her office and tried to calm down. She felt her heart pound, and realized that besides fear she was also sexually aroused. The prospect of fucking Pete Harrison was making her pussy cream! God, what a wanton slut she'd become!
She cupped her tits through her tailored suit jacket, and toyed with her stiff nipples. Maybe she ought to have a baby and settle down.
She shrugged. She'd think about that later. Right now she was terribly hot, and needed to get off. She went down to the hall to the teacher's john and locked herself in a booth. She was grateful no one else was there. She'd be a few minutes late for class, but that was no problem.
She picked up her skirt and stuck her hand inside her panties. She tangled her fingers in her thick dark cunt bush. She moved her legs apart and spread them as wide as she could. She fondled her nipples and thrust her crotch forward.
She pried her cuntlips open and slipped two fingers inside, her dripping cunthole. She bucked her ass, finger-fucking her pussy-hole, her breath coming in gasps.
Grinding her hips, she rubbed her cunt, smearing, her flood of cuntjuice over her crotch. Her little clit was stiff and erect and she began flicking it with her thumb.
She was working herself in a frenzy now, her eyes glazed and her mind consumed with hot waves of pleasure washed up from her pussy. Her thighs quivered as she squatted over the toilet, her fingers churning in and out of her juicy cunthole. In a moment her pussy convulsed, in a wrenching, spasming orgasm.
For a few minutes the pulsing of her pussymeat made her forget all about Pete Harrison. Her body jerked and trembled in another orgasm, and she had to lean against the wall of the booth to keep her balance.
Then her conversation with Pete Harrison interrupted her thoughts. There was no way she could avoid going to his office at four-thirty to do what he wanted. She shivered. So be it. She had to keep him quiet at any cost.
At exactly four-thirty Gloria walked down to the basement and hesitatingly knocked at the door of the head maintenance man. A creepy voice told her to come in.
She pushed the door open and found herself in a dingy office, with an old beat up desk and a torn rocking chair. Pete sat in the chair with a disgusting grin on his face, and a bottle of beer in his hand. He'd gotten dressed up for her. Instead of his usual overalls, he had on a decent pair of pants. He still wore the little blue cap, and there was a definite bulge in his crotch.
He snickered and spread his legs, sliding down in his chair. He pushed his crotch forward and looked her up and down. His beady little eyes appraised her body, his lips twisted in an insolent sneer.
"Well, come right on in, little lady," he snickered. "It ain't the Ritz, but it'll have to do, right!"
His eyes raked over, her body and Gloria shivered with a combination of repulsion and lust. She sat down on a rickety chair facing him. He leered at her when she crossed her legs, his eyes raking over her firm thighs.
"Do it and get, it over with!" she hissed.
"That's the spirit," he cackled. "But what's the hurry, little lady? What's the hurry?"
Gloria trembled, filled with loathing for this disgusting man who had her in his power. "You're not going to bother me again, are you?" she said. "This is a one-time thing, isn't it? I absolutely will not do this again."
He smirked. "Do you really think you're in any position to make rules?" he snickered. Then his eyes glanced up and down her body. "I'll do whatever I want, and you can't stop me!"
He giggled now as he moved his large calloused hand between his legs and rubbed his bulging crotch.
"You don't want your husband to find out what you've been up to, do you?" he croaked, rubbing his cock through his pants.
"You know I don't!" she hissed.
"Well, then, you know what I want!"
He pulled his zipper down and his fly fell open. Gloria shuddered when he brought out his long, thick cock. He was half-hard, but his cockhead was red and dripping cockjuice.
The lewd exposure of his prick made Gloria's legs tremble in spite of herself. His cock was slowly getting bigger and he closed his fingers around his thick cockshaft. Gloria stared at his stiffening fuckpole as he lightly pumped it up and down with a slow steay rhythm.
He grinned at her, his eyes arrogant and mean. "This is a man's dick, Mrs. Maitland, not a kid's!"
She had to admit he was right. Teenage boys were fun, but there was nothing like a mature man's fuekpole. Even if he was a disgusting person like Pete Harrison.
She had a sudden flash of Helen Harrison. This was the attraction. His seven inch prick, dripping cockjuice as he pumped it up and down with his flying fingers. This was what must have kept Helen Harrison happy with a slob like Pete Harrison. His big fat seven incher!
Pete's eyes were glittering now, as he pumped his cock faster and faster. "Get your clothes off!" he hissed. "Let me have a look at that gorgeous bod of yours!"
She stared hypnotized at his cock. Her hands moved slowly to the buttons of her blouse. He watched her through heavy lidded eyes, and in a moment her jacket was unbuttoned and off her shoulders.
"Get it all the way off!" he snickered.
She peeled the jacket off her body. She hadn't worn a bra today, and her sensitive nipples betrayed her excitement. They were stiff and puckered, hard with lust she could no longer control.