Summer Vacation – Naughty Teacher

Fbailey story number 740


Summer Vacation – Naughty Teacher


What did you do over your summer vacation?

Well for starters I turned fourteen years old and my parents dragged me off to Fucking No Where’s Vile in the middle of Nowhere. Actually it was Michigan, I think.

I’m pretty sure that my parents were swingers, into group sex, or had a bunch of fuck buddies…or whatever you call it.

Anyway apparently they took over this small motel that had about a hundred rooms in a four-story building. Our room was on the second floor in the back overlooking the action. There was a very high privacy fence that obstructed any view from the outside assuring complete privacy to the guests.

Within that fence was everything that a boy could want…a swimming pool, huge hot tub, volleyball court, a nice grass area to sunbathe, and a nice sandy area to play on.

Everything that a young boy could want…including being completely full of naked women…my mother included.

The only problem was that I was grounded to my room. I had fucked up on so many levels that my parents had no choice other than to take me with them. That really pissed them off because they had spent a lot of money and planning on that trip and then I got in the way.

You see, Dad had the opportunity to fuck over a hundred beautiful women over the age of twenty-one while my mother had the opportunity to get fucked by over a hundred men. They even kept score. There was even a judge that would check them off after they had had sex with one another.

Cameras were not allowed but of course I had not known that fact when I had packed for the miserably trip. I had my computer with me along with a Kindle loaded up with my required reading for the summer…oh wow, fucking great.

So anyway, back to my camera…well I didn’t have much else to do. Certainly nothing else that I wanted to do.

As I zoomed in and scanned the crowd I could have sworn that I recognized some of the other people. I did! I saw the lady from the grocery store, the lady that plays the church organ, and, and, and I saw Miss Amour there too. She was to be my English teacher in the fall when school was back in session. She was not with a man but I knew that she wasn’t married. All of those E-books I had to read were because of her. Damn her! But wait! She was naked and she was in my viewfinder…click!

That first day was sort of a meet and great out in the backyard. Tables were set up with drinks and snacks. I followed Miss Amour around with my camera pointed right at her and I took lots of pictures.

There seemed to be a standard greeting whether it was between two women or between a man and a woman. I never saw two men do it that way. Anyway they would kiss for a while, French kiss, I think. Then the women got their boobs played with for a while before they both went for the other’s crotches. Then he would finger her and she would stroke him while they introduced themselves to one another.

When Miss Amour got around to my parents the two women sure acted like old friends. They really went after each other’s pussies with urgency. She stroked Dad so well that she leaned over and sucked his cock into her mouth when he exploded.

Over the next few hours I took a picture of Miss amour with every man’s cock in her hand and her fingers in every woman’s pussy. Wow!

Two things came to mind…how can I get in on that action…and…how can I use my pictures to make Miss Amour go easy on me this coming school year?

The most important thing was to make sure that I got to keep all of the pictures that I had just taken. I made a backup and put it in my suitcase unlabeled but marked so that I would know it. Then I set up several dummy e-mail addresses and managed to fill all of the in-boxes with my pictures. I thought about shrinking the size down but damn it I wanted quality.

When my naked parents returned to our room, it was late and I was starving.

Dad said, “Get undressed, we are taking you to dinner.” They watched as I undressed. My cock was hard and pretty sore from all of the jerking off that I had done.

Mom looked at me and I looked at her tits as she said, “Listen and listen good, young man. Nothing…not…a…thing, that happens here…leaves here…is that clear?”

I nodded.

Mom said, “You are going to recognize a few people.