When she simply stared, suspecting he had things other than school work in mind, he laughed and told her not to get the wrong idea, that his wife would be there. Still suspicious, she protested that she had to go to cheerleading practice. He wanted to know if cheerleading was more important than passing math, then said he'd have her back in time for her to ride home with her cousins after football practice.
Curious as to how the handsome teacher knew that much about her, and also wanting to see the wife – as well as knowing she needed all the help in math she could get – Daisy agreed to meet Mr. Eaton a block from the school directly after the last class of the day. It made sense to her when he explained there was no need to take a chance on starting foolish gossip over something as innocent as helping her graduate that year.
Daisy told one of the other cheerleaders she wasn't feeling well and was going to skip practice that day. She'd only been standing on the corner a few minutes when the teacher drove up in a late-model car. She got in beside him, noticed the way his eyes went to her bare legs and lower thighs, and decided if he did have something like rape in mind, he was in for a surprise. She wouldn't be too easy if she could help it, but if she hadn't been willing to give sex a try with him she wouldn't have gotten in the car. She was still a little sorry about kicking the would-be rapist in the balls, and she didn't want to be involved in that kind of a scene again.
It wasn't very far to Mister Eaton's home, a small bungalow at the edge of town. There wasn't any talk, but Daisy didn't mind. It wasn't really an uncomfortable silence, and she sensed the man was far more nervous than she was. She'd already made up her mind to accept any advances he might make. She'd had sex with her own father and brother, with two different dogs and the Griffith brothers, and had the hots for their father, so why not give in to her desire to experiment further with the handsome teacher?
Inside the house, in the living room, Mr. Eaton motioned for Daisy to sit down on a couch. She did, and felt a pang of disappointment when he told her his wife must be taking a bath.
"Mona's something of a nut on cleanliness, Daisy. She takes three and four baths or showers each day. Well, I guess we'd better get right to work."
Daisy had brought her math book. The teacher sat down beside her, not very close, and Daisy wondered if she could've been imagining things. She sure as hell wasn't interested in sitting there going over math problems!
"Oh! I'm sorry! You should've come and told me you'd brought somebody home with you, Ray!"
Daisy looked up and saw just about the most beautiful female she'd ever seen. Completely naked, Mr. Eaton's wife looked as if she'd just stepped from the centerfold of one of the more expensive men's magazines. She had dark-red hair, above and below, and her tits were big, but rode high and jutted majestically. She had a tiny waist, curving out into softly rounded hips, her hips blending beautifully with firmly rounded thighs. She wasn't all that tall, but her legs were long and very shapely. Her eyes were green, her features perfect. She looked to be about twenty-five.
"This is my wife, Daisy. Mona, this lovely young girl is Daisy Morley."
"Hello, Daisy," Mona said, her voice low and pleasant. "You are lovely, honey, and by the look on your pretty face I can tell Ray hasn't explained a damn thing to you."
"I thought it'd be better if we explained things while the three of us were together, Mona. In fact, it might be a good idea for you to do the talking, honey. I'm in the mood to do something far more exciting at the moment."
While speaking in an ordinary tone of voice, as if it were perfectly natural for his lovely wife to be as naked as the proverbial jaybird, Ray Eaton had gotten to his feet. Mona had swayed over and lowered her naked, shapely, firm-looking ass down in an easychair across the way. He walked over, dropped to his knees, and began kissing her inner thighs and running his hands up and down her long legs.
Daisy, shocked speechless since the naked redhead had appeared in the doorway, continued to silently stare. She'd already been prepared for some sex action, having made up her mind to go along with the teacher's wishes if he made a pass at her, and now, watching as he kissed and licked his way closer and closer to his beautiful wife's slightly parted, glistening pussylips, she really began to get horny.
"Maybe it's just as well Ray didn't explain before bringing you here," the smiling redhead said. "You might've refused to come, and now I have the feeling you'd protest if we were to tell you to leave. I've heard so much about you, honey. Your uncle has raved many times about your young loveliness and now I can understand why."
For a moment Daisy was confused, then she said, "John Griffith?"
Mona laughed low in her throat. "I forgot about your uncle telling me even his sons call him by his first name. One would think, by the way John talks, that he was in love with you. Maybe he is, even if you are his niece. Incest is far more common than most people think."
Instead of going to his wife's cunt with his mouth sad tongue, Ray Eaton had moved down and kissed and licked her lower inner thighs. Daisy met Mona's gleaming green eyes and asked what John had said about her.
"Only good things, honey. I quizzed him, trying to find out if you were having sex with his sons, but he assured me he didn't think you'd go for even that type of incestuous relationship. Now, from the look on your lovely face, I've found the answer to my question."
"You're just guessing," Daisy said, realizing immediately afterward her words had given her away. "What's your connection with John?"
"Ray and I both have what most people consider to be offbeat sexual desires. We're both exhibitionists, among other things, and Ray also likes to watch me getting fucked. Your uncle has been the third member of a threesome many times. I'm bisexual, too, and Ray likes to watch me eat pussy."
The teacher pulled his head from between his wife's lovely legs, turned, and looked at Daisy. "We won't force you to do anything, Daisy, but whether you go or stay, we don't want you to blab about this. Not even to your uncle. If you do, we'll drag you through the mud with us. Make up your mind. If you want to go, I'll take you back to school and…"
"I'd already made up my mind when I came in here," Daisy cut in, getting to her feet. "About some things, anyhow. I don't want to go down on Mona, but I do like to have my cunt lapped."
Smiling happily, the husband quickly stood up, put his hand out, and helped his naked, happily smiling wife to her feet. Daisy saw the big bulge in the front of his pants and hoped he'd want to do more than just watch.
Mona and Ray led the way to a bedroom, the redhead's naked ass jiggling delightfully. In the bedroom, Mona told Daisy to please undress herself. Ray perched his butt on a straight-back chair, and Mona stood near the bed while they watched Daisy hurriedly disrobe.
Daisy was nervous, and her fingers trembled slightly, but she was comparatively calm by the time she'd stripped herself naked. Outwardly, anyway. Inwardly she was seething with expectation and the admiring, greedy eyes added to her excitement. She walked over to the bed, climbed on, got on her back, spread her legs wide, smiled, and told Mona to go to it.
The redhead didn't wait for a second invitation. She didn't go down on Daisy right away, though. Mumbling something about what lovely tits Daisy had, she took a goodly portion of one spiked mound into her hot mouth. While sucking and tonguing the hard nipple, she toyed with the other taut-tipped tit with her long, slender fingers.
Daisy hadn't meant to allow any mouth-kissing. Not with Mona. The beautiful woman ran a hand down over Daisy's trembling belly, cupped her crotch, and shoved a finger into her hot cunt. Daisy gasped, Mona pulled her mouth from the jutting tit, and mashed her mouth to Daisy's. Closing her mouth, Daisy felt the slippery tongue licking her lips, jabbing, seeking admittance.