The Backdoor club: 2> In through the Backdoor
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having separated from her husband, Martin, pending a divorce because of his selfish needs and cheating, Rachel began to miss, not just the sex but the naughty rough anal sex she enjoyed and got from him.

Coming across the couples' advert and, in particular, the word ‘Backdoor', brought memories of how Rachel met her future husband, Martin, flooding back.

Ironically, it was the 11th of August 1979. The evening, to be precise. The venue was Knebworth and it was the legendary Led Zeppelin concert. During the show, and this is the irony, their lead singer and songwriter, Robert Plant, announced that the title of the latest album, ‘In through the out door', was a euphemism for ‘Anal sex'!

That, considering the illicit nature of the sexual practice, brought whoops and cheers from many of the large audience while a shiver ran up Rachel's spine. She had yet to have her first taste of ‘anal delight', as a school friend had made mention to her, such was the response of girls her age, 19 years, back then, and very much a rebel.

When Martin, stood some three bodies behind her, noticed Rachel's response, he sidled up behind her and introduced himself, thereafter making small talk between songs and getting to know Miss Adams quite well. So much so, that she, rather than Martin, made mention of what Robert Plant had said, indicating that she had no idea the title meant what it did while adding a warm coy smile.

That got Martin's interest as she hoped it would, and while they waited for the band to return for the first encore, he indicated that he lived in London. ‘Me too,' Rachel said, with interest, adding that she lived South East of the river.

‘North East, Bow, to be exact,' Martin told her, which, considering the many bridges and the odd tunnel that ran over and under the Thames could lead to something special, she thought to herself.

Back then, trains were a lot different to what they were in the early 1990's. A single carriage and a slow journey back to London, one that gave them plenty of time and privacy for Martin to show Rachel what a man, indeed, he was.

Having sucked his cock for a good seven minutes, she hitched up her skirt and drew down her cotton panties to around her knees and then invited him between her humid thighs.

Accepting her invitation, Rachel was taken by surprise, when, instead of sticking his long thick cock, slick from her long oral attention, to her pussy, maybe her ‘backdoor', even, Martin dropped to his knees and planted his warm wet moist tongue on the entrance to her treasure chest, her sweet pussy.

That was the first time any boy, guy or man had done what Martin was doing and her body suddenly felt alive in ways she had never expected or experienced before.

"Oh, Martin, what you're doing, what you are doing," Rachel lauded and then gasped, her breathing becoming deep, erratic even, and almost uncontrollable as she experienced her first full orgasm.

"Wow! I mean wow. You're good, and I'm not just saying that. No one's made me feel like that," she praised him, only he wasn't finished.

"They haven't?" he intoned, with some surprise.

"Uh-uh, never. Was that..."

"An orgasm!" he confirmed.

"So, that's what, oh yes, more, I can feel it starting, Martin," she told him.

This time, having exposed her clit, which was slightly sticky but covered with her black pubes, Martin teased the tip and slid his fingers back and forth of her pussy. Once he'd made Rachel cum again, and with her body quavering from the aftershock, he withdrew his fingers and lowered them towards her backdoor.

"Emngh," she moaned, when, delight of delights, she felt Martin's fingers pierce her tight virginal asshole.

"Oh yes, lovely. I suppose, more, nice and slow, Martin, your big cock's going in there as well," she appealed to him.

"Only if you want, Rachel," he said.

"I do, I do so want to feel a cock in my out door," she intoned, indicating the last part of Led Zep's LP title.

"Backdoor, that's what Americans secretly call it," he informed her, before raising Rachel's legs back some more and exposing her crinkled ‘Backdoor' to the attention of his tongue, which Martin teased around it before poking the tip inside.

"Oh, Martin, that's..."

"Heavenly!" he suggested. ‘Yes,' Rachel nodded, agreeably, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she lost herself in such a taboo sensation.

Even before they arrived back at the main London station, Martin had fucked Rachel to several more orgasms in a different position each time and taken her anal cherry, aided by the remains of the bottled water she still had and cum in her mouth and ass afterwards.

That evening saw the final Led Zeppelin concert in the UK, however, and on the strength of it, so began a relationship and 10 years of marriage between Martin and Rachel. Although the end was rocky the beginning, and for many years to come, were fireworks - quite explosive and undeniably hot. So much so, that, what with Rachel's loud and unbridled cries urging Martin to fuck her ass hard, something he released within her, Martin found himself having to buy a ball gag or, for variety, have her suck his fingers.

That, in turn, lead to the rough sex. Rachel wanting more than just to feel his groin slapping against her ass cheeks whenever she was up on all fours for him, the only way to be, for her mind, when he was nailing and railing her tight little ‘backdoor'.

"Spank me," she urged him, having released his fingers from her mouth, fingers that, only a short while ago, had been fully up inside her ass crack.

Although Rachel was an accomplished cock sucker, ‘the very best', Martin lauded, she so enjoyed sucking his long firm cock, whether it had been up her pussy, up her ass, especially, or he'd just cum. There was Rachel, her mouth open, very much like a dog wanting a treat, ready to take her man's and husband's cock between her lips and suck and lick it.

However, that part had gone and left her alone. Reality once again took over as she read the couple's advert. Rachel didn't have to think twice. She knew, more than most others, exactly what it meant and within the space of a single phone call she had agreed to the condition set out by Zowie and an appointment was made for the following Friday.

In accordance with every one of their female clients, Rachel agreed to be and was blindfolded during the short drive to the venue. Once the filming was over, there was little need for any secrecy.

"Are they young; sexy with it?" she enquired of Zowie.

"Exactly as you asked, each one of legal, adult age," she informed her, especially with regards to the filming. Not so much the women, but the men who applied were carefully vetted by the couple.

For a 32-year-old teacher, that being Rachel Adams' job and role-play scenario, she was immaculately dressed - on the face of it! A maroon button up blouse, a string necklace with opal beads of various sizes radiating from the solitary larger one of each group, a slate grey high waist A-line skirt that fell below her knees and a pair of black slip-ons with a five-inch heel that cradled her feet. Beneath her conservative attire, though...

For the attention, gaze and appreciation of her soon to be four students, Rachel was adorned in the most sexy and erotic lingerie she could find. A short black cupless basque that pushed up her shapely 38D breasts and had a red bow just below the cleavage. The particular garment had detachable clips, which she choose to leave off. Instead, Rachel had rolled on a pair of black lace top hold ups, which, when she smoothed her hands down her legs afterwards, sent goosebumps up each slender limb all the way to her pussy. She then slipped each dainty foot into a black g-string, which she patted against the crown of her mound a couple of times before applying a small amount of make-up, in particular, a smudge free red lipstick and then got dressed.

"Are you wet?" Zowie enquired, looking to put their latest client and soon to be member at ease while intimating it was natural to be aroused.

"Yes!" Rachel replied, huskily.

Five minutes later, although, to Rachel, it seemed longer, the car had stopped and she was being helped out by the driver, Andrew, as always. She then let herself be lead through the door that he opened ahead of Zowie and she, and, from there, just several more steps before the blindfold was removed.

"Here are the two items you asked for," Zowie said, and then handed Rachel a riding crop with a black leather tongue at its utmost point, along with a brand new standard table tennis bat that was covered with dimples. It was clear that Miss Adams was looking to hand out and possibly be on the receiving end of some mild discipline, in addition to some highly engaging hard fucking.

With her eyes adjusted, Rachel, followed by Zowie carrying the video-camera in readiness, made her way to where each of the four youths were sat in a chair that had a swing arm table rest attached to it and in its proper position, while beyond and in front of the first two, was Miss Adams' table, there to take detention.

She first called out a short register, reciting each name in turn and as if it was poison to her mouth. ‘Yes Miss,' each youth replied, mordantly, while putting a face to his name for her. Rachel wouldn't remember their name's, but their faces, their naked bodies and their big long cocks, those she would hardly forget and for a long time to come.

"So," she said, her hands braced on the table having put down the register along with the two items Zowie had given her and leant forward, "what infraction has brought each of you here?" Rachel enquired, sternly. It was quite evident that her years as a professional teacher had stood her in good stead, Zowie surmised.

Not only was there silence, but Alan looked across to Ray who looked back at him, as did Manuel and Trevor the same.

"I didn't notice smoke on your clothes, boys, nor beer on your breath, for that matter, so what, come on, one of you surely knows why you're keeping me here," Rachel scolded.

With each one remaining tight-lipped and unforthcoming, she handed out a couple of scraps of paper along with a pencil to each young man, and instructed them to write, ‘I mustn't be a cunt to Miss Adams.'

After a few minutes, Rachel observed Manuel, sat in the back row, hand one of his pieces of paper to Trevor beside him. He then let out a snigger at what Manuel had drawn.

"And what is so amusing? Come on, share it with the rest of the class," Rachel exclaimed, and then left the seat behind her table to see for herself.

Picking up the sheet of paper, Miss Adams saw that he had drawn a long big cock, one with the most obscene head she had ever seen. Spurting from the glans, in a well-drawn shower, were what looked liked tears, tears of spunk. Taking in the image, Rachel's cheeks became florid while her shapely breasts, encased in her tight fitting blouse caused the placket to open and close and her pussy to cream - as if she wasn't aroused enough already.

"Give," she said, and took up the page Trevor had been writing on. ‘I mustn't lick and suck Miss Adams' tits and nipples,' she read. "Filth," she exclaimed, and then went to Alan. ‘I mustn't lick Miss Adams pussy and clit.' That being all he wrote. "More filth, and you forgot the apostrophe after my name," she intoned, smarmily, before taking up Ray's lurid missive. "I must not fuck Miss Adams with my big cock."

"You've all got some nerve. What makes you, with your puny dicks think you can satisfy a woman like me," she vented.

"It strikes me, you've got overactive minds, filthy and obscene ones. Well, and let me tell you, I've got just the punishment and cure for that," Rachel scolded them, before having each one stand up and go to her table.

"Let's see what you've gotten hidden. Get your dicks out!" she enjoined.

"I find the best way to cure someone of smoking is to have them indulge themselves, let's see if the same applies to sex and fucking," Miss Adams made them aware, each one managing to restrain his delight at nailing such a slut as she.

"That's it," Rachel said, having first taken up the crop which she loosely slid back and forth between the fingers of her left hand. "Good. Excellent. Now lean forward, all of you," she directed them, her right arm down by her side grasping the crop firmly. She then moved to her left and was immediately smoothing her hand over Manuel's firm buttocks.

"How does your cock measure up to your drawing, herm," she crooned, before letting her hand move lower and soon feel its warmth.

"God, it's limp and scrawny," she announced, but kept stroking it some more all the same.

"Did I say you could do that. Well, Trevor, did I!" Miss Adams cautioned his hand movements as he stroked his black dick. "All of you, hands on the table where I can see them," she minded them.

"I'm so disappointed—in all of you."

Moving to the wanking culprit next, she made light of what Trevor, indeed, what all of them had written, when she came to each. "So, Trevor, you think you can suck my nipples, emn, make them hard, make—me—cum for you," she cooed, all the while stroking his black balls, feeling how heavy and laden with cum they were while stroking the wand of the crop teasingly up and down the rise of Manuel's buttocks before lightly tapping each with the tongue a couple of times.

"And you. You, who thinks he can make a good enough effort of eating me out, eating my...by the way, it's ‘cunt'. Say it," she enjoined.

"Cunt, your lovely cunt, Miss Adams."

"Don't forget my clit, though, very important that you don't forget that, any of you," Rachel impressed upon them its importance, as she smoothed her hand over his ass and lightly chastised Trevor's shapely black one with the stem a few times, looking forward to seeing it rise and fall as he nailed her wet pussy.

Moving, finally, to Ray, she grasped his curly brown hair, not too tightly, mind, but enough; thankfully it wasn't his dick.

"That! You call that a cock," she smirked. I wouldn't feed that to my dog, if that I had one.

"Filthy, obscene degenerates, one and all," Miss Adams, having swapped over to the bat, said, and then dusted both Alan's and then Ray's buttocks a couple of times.

"No, what I need is a man, a real decadent man to fuck me. There'll be no cumming, not from you four, at least, not until you've fucked the shit out of me and torn me a new asshole," she told them, before, and still holding Ray's hair, urging him to turn around with the direction of the bat which Miss Adams let slip from her hand onto the table.

Zowie could barely stand, not on both feet, anyway. She was so turned on by their client's demeanour and what Rachel had said and done to them, that she had her left hand inside her moist thong and her right leg crossed over her hand and standing leg.

Although crouched in front of Ray, Rachel beckoned the other boys to her and then drew down Ray's jeans and pants to his knees. Little more was said, as Rachel stroked Trevor's black cock, licked the head of Ray's offered one and stroked those of Manuel and Alan in turn.

Having held Ray's firm cock vertical and against his abdomen and licked up and down the length of the underside, she gave him the agreed signal, a look up at him. He then grabbed her hair—tight, tighter than she had done to his. Ray then lowered his cock, placed it in her mouth between her ruby lips and then oscillated it around, side to side, causing Miss Adams to make a ‘gluh,' sound before pulling her onto his dick which filled her mouth and throat.

As he did, hands behind her began undoing her blouse buttons while others lifted her skirt and soon had the fine strap of Rachel's g-string drawn to one side and three fingers, literally shoved up her tight ass.

"Hurmn," she moaned with the pressure and sudden release, while humid hands, those that encased her shapely tits, squeezed, mauled and kneaded the warm flesh before rolling and twisting her engorged nipples. That brought forth several seemingly pained moans as Ray fucked his long thick hard dick into Rachel's mouth and throat, all the while doing his utmost not to cum before she was passed to Trevor.

For him, and what with his near flaccid black length, and there was certainly a lot of it, hanging between his thighs, the head of which came to just above his knees, Miss Adams got into a kneeling position and then lowered and turned her head. She then came up at him, tongue extended, hungrily, and licked around the puffy glans before catching the warm crown in her mouth and sucking her way up it, gobbling up its entire length, which popped into her throat.

With no need for her hands, which Ray enjoined Rachel to keep behind her, she was soon relieved of her blouse by Alan while Manuel drew up her skirt and bunched the hem in her waistband. That exposed the naked flesh of her ass, which was soon feeling the dimples of the bat smoothed over it followed by them leaving an impression when her ass cheeks were chastised.

Manuel was no armature, a point Miss Adams noted about him when, with just his fingertips inside her wet pussy, she let out a muffled cry and sank down on his fingers. She liked that—quite a lot, she also enjoyed it when the handle of the crop was loosely fucked up her ass. That, along with everything else, having Ray roll her nipples, imbued a marvellous climax by Rachel's standards.

"Emn, yes, don't cum, not until you've fucked my tight little asshole," she moaned, having taken herself from Trevor's firm yet pliable black dick, the head and length of which, along with her lower lip and chin, drooled saliva, which dripped onto her shapely tits.

Alan, who was looking to hopefully be next, noticed it and his cock responded. Meanwhile, Zowie had taken an unrequested leave of absence of her own and was even then sucking her partner's length, taking it into her throat before offering him her pussy to ream.

With Rachel's skirt removed, Alan soon had his cock between the saliva slick channel of her shapely tits, which appeared to have somewhat blossomed; become fuller they all noticed when she wrapped her hands across them to hold Alan in.

"Ooo yeah, fuck my tits with your big hard cock. Don't cum, though," she warned him.

Just then, out of curiosity, none of what was being said in the least way scripted, Manuel, the one who's drawing started all of this, piped: "And what if he does?"

Stopping, Miss Adams, and with a steely look in her eyes, flashed them to where the riding crop lay, having since been removed from her ass and returned to the table. Far from his expression becoming downbeat as Rachel continued urging her body and tits down and up in rhythm to that of Alan working his cock up and down, Manuel couldn't wait until his time with her, not that he was looking to cum on the horny slut...!

Having barely released Alan from between her humid breasts, than Manuel reached down, grabbed Rachel by her hair and motioned her up. "That's it, teacher," he said, as he took a hold of the bat and riding crop with his left hand and bent Miss Adams over her table. Rachel let out a sigh the moment her hard nipples grazed the cold wood followed by that of her tits being almost squashed.

"Spread that lovely tight ass of yours for me. Do it!" Manuel urged at her hesitancy.

"Not in my ass," she beseeched him.

"Why not? That is, after all, what you want. A nice long hard cock up your backdoor," Manuel, grinning behind her, reminded the submissive slut why she was there, why she was and had so far been enjoying that which it was leading up to. Had she not told them to ‘tear her a new asshole'.

Everything, except for Rachel's nod to Ray, was totally unrehearsed, unscripted, and so why shouldn't what Manuel had planned for her be any different. It wasn't, most certainly, as she drew back her ass cheeks for him and gave into what pleasure he had concocted in his perverted mind.

Half expecting to feel him ram his long thick cock up her ass, what Rachel felt was cold yet broad. She'd already felt pleasure from the riding crop, which was narrower. No, this, what was immersed in her backdoor, was the handle of the bat. However, Manuel had Ray draw the bat up having positioned the face horizontal.

"You're a teacher—Right!" Manuel intoned, his lips close to her right ear, enough that his breath fluttered her lobe.

"Yes," Miss Adams rejoined, her voice barely more than a squeak as she breathed heavily.

"That's good, keep breathing, breathing and counting," Manuel directed her, before bringing the length of the crop down across her shapely buttocks.

"CHRIST!" she cried out, then, "Fuck!"

"Count, that's one," Manuel reminded her, the crop hovering in readiness for the second.

"One...TWO!" she exclaimed with the immediate next, which was followed by gasps from her lips.

"Three!" her voice tempered as she embraced the light sting preceded by the sound of the swish.

"Four! Fucker!" she got out, her hands having since been removed while the handle of the bat remained.

"F...five, umngh," Miss Adams initial cry in response to the swish.

"And what comes after five."

This time and as she cried ‘Six', it was in response to a ‘thwack' sound.

Rachel's breathing was the deepest it had been thus far. She couldn't, not even in the deepest and darkest recesses of her mind grasp what would be next; next, after having been given what was known as six of the best across her backside.

A short while later, her breathing was controlled, low even. Was she moaning. Not with pain, that was evident. Crouched behind her, Manuel was licking and then kissing the vague lines that ran across her buttocks, each one delivered in a staggered pattern. He had his hands on her cheeks when Ray removed the bat and offered it to Miss Adams mouth. Her lips parted immediately and she tasted pineapple, as did Manuel when he licked her anus and then eased the tip inside.

Rachel loved sucking her man after he'd railed her ass, and that Friday evening come night was no different. However, Manuel was far from finished with the horny slut and soon had her turned around, ready to continue counting.

This time, she held her tits up for him, the nipples pointing skywards. ‘Seven, eight, nine...twelve.' Each flex of the tongue was delivered to one side of Rachel's nipple, the swish of the tongue as it passed, each time connecting with her darkened areola, resulting in an exclaimed gasp.

By then, she was teetering on the edge of an almighty orgasm. Zowie had certainly surpassed Rachel's expectations with her choice of men, in particular, Manuel, who, this time, having helped her up picked Rachel up and plopped her on her table.

Half expecting him to repeat his tenderness of a few minutes ago, Manuel, instead, had Alan and Trevor grasp her ankles and pull them apart and up. ‘God, now what,' she thought, her mind frantic as Manuel flexed the crop at his side.

"Just how wet are you, herm," he mused, before crouching down to see.

"Oh, there it is, all shiny and wet. Good!" he exclaimed, smiling with glee to himself. ‘What!' Rachel wondered to herself, moments before...!

"Right, hold yourself open, let us see it," he urged. ‘Well, if that's all he wants to do, why not,' Rachel said to herself, confidently, and then soon had her fuck lips open for them.

"Wider," Ray urged from behind Manuel. ‘Okay,' Rachel sighed, and this time, having slid her fingertips past her sticky wet crack, she drew herself open and fully exposed. Upon feeling the vague night breeze flit across her exposed naked cunt while at least two pairs of eyes gazed at it, Rachel let out a sigh. That was soon followed by a much louder noise, one that was again preceded by the swish of the crop as it flicked through the air.

"NARNGH...thir—teen. No, more, make me cum, make me cum, I need to cum.

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Zowie, upon hearing Rachel's shriek, just as she finished sucking the last vestiges of cum from Andrew's balls.

Standing up, she pulled down her top and licked the drips from around her lips as she rushed back to see.

"Huh, huh, huh! 15 fucker, more," she encouraged him, as Ray, stood to Rachel's right stroked her clit with alacrity soon making her cum and for the second time as she exclaimed ‘18'.

Far from her pussy being pink, the crown was both red and moist having she squirted the second time. Releasing her legs, the four of them managed to lick up the splashes that had showered all the way up to Miss Adams' heaving breasts. Now, more than ever, she was ready to be fucked, to be taken by them in whatever way they chose and saw fit.

First, though, Manuel dined on her pussy, licking, sucking, swirling and swishing, this time, with his warm moist tongue. Reclined as she sat up, her left hand outstretched and braced behind her, Rachel looked the very image of calm and serene, all the while stroking Manuel's straight short black hair as he eat her pussy, made her sigh and moan and stroked her sensitive clit, too sensitive to have come in for his controlled chastisement.

Once he had taken his mouth from her, Manuel stepped aside and invited each of the others to sample her deliciously sweet vintage, 32 years, in fact, a very good year indeed and with more to ‘cum'. When Trevor took his long black tongue from her, leaving Miss Adams prone and gasping, her head pulled up and looking at him between the humid valley of her tits as she rolled, tweaked and pulled her nipples, Zowie yearned to be invited to have a taste. Before she could respond to her innermost desire, Manuel, his cock proud and looming in his clenched fist, moved between Rachel's raised and spread thighs. He then drew her closer to the edge of the table and readied himself to fuck her—Hard!

First, though, and what with his, in fact, all their impressive lengths, he flexed his cock along the line of her pussy. The glans caught her clit and sent a plethora of sensations shooting through her body each time. She accepted each one, four in all. She then accepted the head as it eased, effortlessly, into her dripping wet cunt and halted. Maintaining its position, Manuel craned forward, all the while smiling as he moved to and soon had his hands wrapped around Rachel's tits.

She began breathing heavily again, this time, with anticipation for when the naked man, stood between her splayed thighs and leant over her, his mouth positively drooling above her hardened nipples, and, yes, fucked his warm firm thick length into her, just then, in fact, followed by him unclenching his teeth and zeroing them in on her right nipple.

"Hurmn, hurmn, hurmn," he grunted, each one accompanying a forceful thrust as he almost gnawed her swollen bud.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Rachel cried out, as a blistering climax seared through her entire body. Starting at her toes, which tingled as it began and for a short while after, it then flowed down her nylon clad legs and spun around her cervix for the briefest of pleasurable moments before chasing along her rising and falling hips and spine, eventually exploding like a multi-coloured rocket in her head. She was almost as good as limp when Trevor took over. From somewhere, Rachel summoned up the strength to continue, she had to, there were Ray and Alan to have her next, while, in her mind, despite that of her body, she was determined to have each of them plunder her lovely tight backdoor.

"Fuck me, oh God, just keep fucking me," Rachel urged them, as they took two turns with her. When it came to Manuel's second go, he noticed that she was awash with her multiple climatic juices and so he once lapped most of them up while Miss Adams rested her hands on his hair.

Once he'd taken his mouth from her, his lips and chin coated in her essence, Manuel helped her up and down from the table, which he then had Rachel bend over; her feet wide apart. He then slapped the underside of his turgid cock on each buttock, before teasingly directing it into the warm crease of her curple. From there, Manuel slid it along the channel as he flexed her shapely ass cheeks, as if to fuck her cleavage. That caused Rachel to moan. Not with expectancy that it was destined for her backdoor but the restrained pleasure she was experiencing; rather like the calm after the storm of their welcome chastisement.

Although Manuel teased her anus with a nudge of his glans, he nevertheless bided his time and, having trailed it over Miss Adams' perineum, bathed the crown in the moistness of her wet slit before easing the head just inside and then WHAM! He speared his length deep into her and held it there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, emn..." Rachel gasped and moaned, as he knew she would, Manuel's teasing building up the pressure inside her so that when he finally fill her pussy, she climaxed.

As he withdrew himself, Rachel raised herself up and part turned to her right while bracing her hands on the table. When Manuel came at her again, this time, grasping her hips, she pushed back at him, their bodies meeting somewhere in the middle of a glorious fuck action, one with Miss Adams relaxing as he left her and flexing back at him each time. She needed to say nothing by way of urging Manuel to fuck her up, her body was doing enough for both of them and they subsequently enjoyed it.

After Manuel, Ray stepped up. He first knelt down and teased her asshole with his tongue while she continued to gasp from the effects of her recent orgasm. She loved the way they knew how to look after a woman, to not leave her until she had cum, and Rachel had cum a very small river. Ray then moved his tongue along the same path as that of Manuel's cock and was soon lapping up her excess juices.

"You want the same, Rachel?" he asked.

"Please, yes, fuck me, make me cum."

And so it went, Zowie felling all the more horny as she waited for the moment when she captured Rachel's acceptance as the newest female member of the ‘Backdoor club'.

As so far had been the case, and with Miss Adams' hands behind her spreading her ass cheeks like a wanton whore instead of a professional schoolteacher, Manuel was the first to have the head of his long thick erection halfway up inside her tight asshole.

"Oh—ff-fuck!" Rachel exclaimed at that stage, she was soon gasping, though, when even more of his fullness was introduced to her backdoor, and all while Zowie captured it as it went in and again on the way out.

There were four of them, Rachel's role-play students, and only one of them occupied. Lowering the camera to the floor, Zowie, knelt down and was soon sucking Trevor's long thick black dick while stroking those of Ray and Alan. It would provide a form of lubricant, she excused her action, before releasing Ray to have a go at her next.

Far from flinching when Manuel presented himself from Miss Adams' ass, Zowie lightly held the hilt and angled his cock up. She then swirled her tongue around the puffy glans for a short while before taking the plunge, as such, and welcoming his stiff warm cock between her warm moist lips and then sucking down on him with her cheeks drawn in.

"Fuck, yes, Ray, fuck my ass, fuck my tight fucking ass for me," Rachel urged him, her raven hair gathered up in his left hand while he rode her tight ass and stroked her clit with his right.

Left ‘til last, and while Zowie licked and sucked Alan's slick cock while stroking the other pair, Trevor picked Rachel up and then laid her on the table as before. Evidently, not only did he want Miss Adams to watch him fuck her ass with his ebony staff, but he possibly had something special in mind for her.

With Rachel's ass part positioned over the near end of the table, Trevor drew her legs up and then took Miss Adams' hands. He then positioned her upper arms so that they were laid across the backs of her knees and then he released her hands to grasp an ankle.

"Hey!" Manuel nudged Alan, directing his attention to where Trevor was crouched down. Having presently removed his whole tongue from her wet pussy, he lowered it enough that the tip pierced Rachel's asshole.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck! YES!" she cried out, the third time when she came.

Still with Miss Adams holding her position, even though she had almost desperately wanted to reach down and hold Trevor's head as he tongue fucked her, he drew himself up to his full frame, one that, from where Rachel was he looked ominously foreboding while his bulging cock looked menacing clenched in his hand. Nonetheless, she didn't bat an eyelid as he lowered his ebony weapon and soon had the puffy glans lodged in her backdoor.

Again, with the camera, Zowie recorded the initial insertion and progress right up until the moment that Trevor was balls deep in Rachel's white ass; the pair making for a contrastingly erotic image while all Miss Adams could do was pant, deeply. Only when her breathing returned to near normal did the actual fucking begin.

"Oh fuck, your cock, Trevor, so big, so fucking big in my ass," Rachel swooned, as he slowly drew himself part way back and then gave her a short forward jolt as he filled her up again. Not neglecting her for one second during it all, Trevor stroked Rachel's clit, both rhythmically and slowly while extending his other hand to roll and pull her nipples; going back and forth from them and soon urging her to cum.

After that, and with his firm black length fully sheathed inside Rachel's backdoor, Trevor reposed her legs so they were vertical. He then grabbed and surrounded her thighs with his arms and began fucking her, really fucking her ass. He pulled himself all the way back while doing likewise to her thighs before once more spearing his black sceptre into her lovely tight round butt.

"Fuck, yes, fuck my ass, huh, huh, huh. Fuck my ass..." Miss Adams, having to gasp every so often from his powerful onslaught, cried out, urging Trevor to lay his length to her, which he did.

Considering the vicarious nature of the erotic spectacle, it wasn't long before the others were stroking their cocks, enough that Alan and Ray were soon showering Miss Adams' tits, neck and cheeks with their creamy white cum. Since none of it landed within reach of her tongue, as she did her best to hold and guide Trevor's flanks with her fingertips to fuck her, Rachel ignored it. She couldn't, however, ignore Manuel's cock when he turned her head to the side and had her suck his firm length.

"Urmn, umngh," she murmured around his thick black cock, each one in response to a different sensation and pleasure; that of Trevor reaming her asshole while she both controlled and urged Manuel's climax up from his big black balls. The creamy hot spunk that was soon discharged from them filled her mouth before she swallowed the lot.

That just left Trevor, who had something special in mind for even that. With Miss Adams laid on her stomach, Trevor directed her to once again extend her hands behind her, only further back and up, beyond her ass and to grasp her ankles, which she drew up. The bow-like curve brought her head up and he soon filled her sweet little mouth with his blackness.

Rachel then, slowly, at first, began sliding her lips down and up Trevor's slick cock while slathering her tongue around his shaft and tasting herself on him. That soon progressed to her lightly bobbing her head until she was thrashing herself on him, even going so far as to allow the turgid glans leeway to her throat.

When he came, Trevor urged her head to remain still and then bathed her face with his sticky spunk; one rope, two rope, three! He then returned his ebony python to her mouth, and moaned as she sucked him dry.

Although Zowie had cleaned the other three up, Rachel gave them each a fond farewell suck, nonetheless, before thanking the quartet.

On the ride back to the train station, made longer by Andrew driving at a slower speed, Zowie, who had wanted a taste of Rachel's pussy, chanced lifting her skirt and getting tucked in. It was the most sweetest pussy she had ever tasted as the time she spent eating Rachel, avowed.