Adventures of Sarah Ch. 12

(Author's Note - This is a continuing series and while I try to write them to stand alone it would make much more sense if you read the stories in sequence)

Hank pulled into the parking lot just as Sarah felt her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her legs were spread wide across the laps of the boys and she had an arm around each of their shoulders as they manipulated her little body. Tyshawn was sucking and biting on her hard nipples and Jesse was now running three fingers in and out of her wet pussy while flicking her clit with his other hand. Sarah felt her legs get rigid all the way to her toes and then her hips flew into the air.

Hank heard the scream and looked in the rear view mirror. The boys were each holding onto a leg as the little teacher convulsed between them. Her tits were bouncing and her hips flying up and down. Tyshawn looked to just be holding onto her leg for dear life and Jesse was doing something between her legs. Hank was thankful the windows were up as he parked the car.

"You boys about done back there?" Hank asked as he turned around.

"Yes, they are," Sarah responded in a raspy voice as her breathing struggled to return to normal.

"Well, baby, you need to straighten up a little before you get out of the car. I am not sure you are ready to give your neighbors that much of a show," Hank said with a smile.

Sarah came to her senses and realized her halter was pushed up into her armpits, and her tits were hanging out. Her legs were spread wide and being held tight by each boy. Her mind came to terms with her position and she struggled suddenly to understand what she was doing. She had reacted instinctively but now she was trying to wrap logic around it and having a problem. She was a teacher and these were students. People made it into the news and eventually into jail for stuff like this. She felt herself start to panic. Sarah looked up and saw Hank staring right at her.

"Boys, let go of her legs and help her get it together," Hank said in a calm voice.

Tyshawn let go of her leg and placed it back on the seat. He pulled her skirt down a little to cover her crotch. Jesse pulled her halter down over her perky tits after putting her other leg down in front of her.

Sarah heard Hank's soft voice and felt the boys handling her gently. She felt her panic subsiding as she heard Hank's voice again.

"That's better, now let's get upstairs," Hank said.

Sarah watched as the boys piled out of the car and she followed behind them. She walked up her stairs and felt her worries washing away. She realized she had just gone through her last obstacle. She knew exactly what she was doing and was not in any hurry to stop. She was happy and fulfilled and that was the most important thought going through her head. She looked at Hank and knew she could trust him to make it all work out. She came to her door and opened it to let the three new lovers into her apartment.

"Baby girl, go get cleaned up. We are supposed to be at the Smith's house in 15 minutes," Hank said.

Sarah remembered immediately the young girl in the store and chuckled to herself. She wondered if she was still hanging in the dressing room and how many cocks had taken her so far. She smiled to herself as she went back into her bedroom.

Hank waited in the living room with Jesse and Tyshawn as Sarah went into her bedroom.

"Hank, she is incredible. I have never seen a girl that could keep up with three guys over a whole day. She never seems to slow down," Jesse said.

"Yeah, she is special, but no fucking her for the rest of the day. We don't want to ruin her the first day," Hank responded.

"What am I supposed to do with this? She is driving me insane. I feel like I am always hard," Jesse commented as he rubbed his erection through his shorts.

"You will just have to keep it under wraps until we get to the Smiths," Hank suggested.

"That's true. The little cheerleader should be there. I could use another shot at that pussy," Jesse said.

"Well, she won't be the only one there," Hanks answered.

Jesse and Tyshawn looked at Hank and he was smiling like he had a huge secret.

"What? Hank, who else is gonna be there?" Jesse asked.

"Well, it seems that Karen has two sisters," Hank said calmly and felt his own cock twitch as the image of the twins ran across his mind.

"Two sisters, how old are they?" Jesse asked.

"They are freshmen in college, so I figure 19 or so," Hank guessed.

"They are both 19?" Jesse said.

"Yep, they are twins," Hank said and smiled.

"Holy shit, please tell me they look like their sister?" Jesse said and grabbed his rock hard dick.

"Let's see, long blonde hair, big tits, and pretty nice asses. Yes, I would say they look a little like their sister," Hank observed, his cock now pressing against his pants.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I feel like we have been dropped right into heaven. I am going to have three hot bitches to bury my dick in!" Jesse said.

"Now, Jesse, we have to take it a little slow. Don't think they're gonna just jump on your black dick when you walk through the door. These are fancy white people. I am not sure they have even seen that many black people, much less fucked them," Hank said.

"Ok, I will wait at least twenty minutes before I fuck the first one. But after that, all's fair," Jesse answered.

Hank laughed out loud as he looked at Jesse. He could see Tyshawn roll his eyes. Hank didn't really know what they would be walking into. This was an upper class family. He knew Karen would be dying to get more black cock but he had no idea what the mother and sisters would be like. This may end up being one of those polite events where they sat around and drank fancy drinks. Except for Karen, of course, he knew she would find a way to get a black cock up her hot little pussy as quick as possible. He felt his tired cock flinch again as he thought of Karen.

Sarah put her white bikini on and then pulled her denim skirt back up her long legs. She found a white peasant blouse and slipped it on. She had recovered from her massive orgasm and subsequent panic attack. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. A confident, beautiful woman was looking back at her. That was a welcome change to the mousy, hesitant girl who was in there yesterday. She bounced out of her room and down the hall.

Hank looked up to see Sarah enter the room. He smiled as he looked at her. She could easily pass for a college freshman. Her little body was showcased perfectly in the white blouse and skirt. She looked very cute but still smoking hot. He again questioned how he had gotten so lucky as he had with this one. He could not even begin to count how many white women he had taken and then subsequently thrown out when he tired of them. Looking at Sarah as she gathered her things he couldn't imagine ever tiring of her.

What was in store for their future? Hank felt a small tinge of panic hit him when he thought of the future. Sarah bent over to get something under the coffee table and the sight of her soft thighs with a little peek of white under her skirt washed all the panic away. Hank decided to take every minute as it came and let the chips fall where they may. He had used that philosophy for his entire life and he didn't think he needed to change now. Hank got to his feet and pushed his long, hard cock a little to the side.

Sarah gathered up all her things and looked back at the boys. Tysahwn and Jesse were sitting there in their new shirts and the pants they wore to school the day before.

"Crap, Hank, we forgot to get the boys a swimsuit. What are they going to do when they get there and everyone is gathered at the pool?" Sarah said and glanced at Hank.

Hank shrugged his shoulders as he had not even thought of that. He was still getting used to being responsible for the boys. This was going to be difficult, he thought, and rubbed his forehead.

"It's ok, maybe the Smiths have something they can wear. A lot of people who have pools have spare suits. If not, you and I can run out and get some. Let's go," Sarah said and grabbed the doorknob.

Hank and the boys followed her cute little butt out the door and down the stairs. Sarah jumped into the driver's seat and Hank got in the front seat while the boys piled into the back.

Sarah started the car and pulled out of the lot. Hank found himself staring at her legs as she manipulated the pedals. He loved the way her muscles moved in her thighs. He found it incredibly beautiful to watch. Hank watched and saw her move her hand to her thigh and scratch an itch on her inner thigh. Her skirt pulled up a bit when she did that and Hank felt his eyes glued to the spot. He snapped out of it and looked forward. This girl was a witch and she had him flustered. No woman had ever had such control over him and suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable.

Was he weakening? Did he not have the power anymore he used his whole life over women, especially white women? Had she disarmed him? He struggled with his thoughts as she drove. He found himself staring out the front windshield, sneaking a quick glimpse every now and then at her lovely thighs.

Sarah pulled up into the Smith's driveway. She then realized that they had come empty-handed. She felt a little foolish that she had accepted an invitation and had forgotten to bring even a little gift. She would have to apologize profusely. She killed the engine and popped the door. She jumped out of the car and slammed the door. Hank walked around the front to meet her. Tyshawn and Jesse followed behind. She felt like a mother duck with her ducklings all lined up behind her. She held back a little chuckle as she made her way up the walk to the huge front door.

Sarah rang the doorbell and it sounded like a church bell. They waited only a few seconds and the door swung open. Mrs. Smith was standing there with a dishtowel in her hand.

"Hello, come in, please," Mrs. Smith said and stepped aside.

Sarah came in, followed by Hank and the boys. Sarah took her hand.

"I am so sorry, we didn't bring anything," Sarah said apologetically.

"Don't be silly, we have everything we need. You brought plenty," Mrs. Smith responded.

Hank walked in and greeted Mrs. Smith. He was struck again by her natural beauty. Her skin was smooth and had an incredible golden glow to it. Her hair was long and blonde like her daughters. She definitely looked like she got plenty of sun but yet she didn't have that leathery look most older women got who spent too much time in the sun.

"Mrs. Smith, this is Tyshawn and Jesse. They are friends of Karen's from school," Hank said as he shook her hand.

"Yes, Karen has told me all about you two. She says you were very nice to her yesterday when she had so much trouble," Mrs. Smith said and took both boys hands and squeezed.

Jesse felt his pants tighten again as this lovely lady looked him straight in the eye. He could not read her as she smiled at him. Tyshawn stepped up and she took his hand.

"Thank you so much for helping Karen," Mrs. Smith said to Tyshawn.

Tyshawn felt himself blushing a little. He nodded in recognition but he could not keep the image out of his mind of the brutal fucking he gave Karen in the classroom when he blew up. What had she told her mom? He tried to stay calm as she squeezed his hand.

Mrs. Smith dropped Tysahwn's hand and closed the door. Hank could not keep his eyes off her. She was wearing a short denim skirt. Most women of her age would have looked stupid in that skirt but her long, tanned legs looked incredible and the skirt worked on her. He looked up and noticed she had on a small white button shirt. It was sleeveless and very light. The bottom did not reach the top of her skirt and he saw a tight smooth belly peeking out. Her tits were incredible as they stretched the poor little shirt. Hank noticed a particular button was having a rough time holding on.

Mrs. Smith walked past them and led them into the kitchen area.

"Would anyone like anything to drink?" Mrs. Smith offered.

"No, not yet, thank you." Sarah said.

Hank and the boys shook their heads as she looked at them.

"Ok, help yourself when you are ready. There are soft drinks in the fridge here and also in the one out near the pool. Mr. Jackson, there are big boy drinks in here," Mrs. Smith said and smiled at Hank.

He loved the way she said "big boy". He found her hard to read. He wondered if his little teacher had messed up some of his talents. He had always been able to read women pretty easily.

"Make yourself at home. Karen is getting dressed and the twins ran to the store for me. They should be back shortly," Mrs. Smith said and turned back towards the counter top.

"Excuse me but I want to finish getting everything ready," she said.

Sarah jumped up and went to the counter.

"What can we help with?" she inquired.

"No, you sit back down. I'm almost done. You guys just relax," she said.

Hank noticed movement and turned to see Karen walk into the kitchen. He had forgotten how fucking gorgeous she was. She looked like a miniature version of her mother. She was wearing a pretty little yellow sundress. He could tell she had on a bathing suit underneath as the material was fairly transparent. Her breasts bounced as she came into the room. He saw her run to Tyshawn and hug him. He saw her grab Tyshawn's head and pull it into her chest. He saw the boy's head get buried in her breasts as she squeezed him.

Karen released Tyshawn and Hank saw a look of surprised pleasure on his face. Karen walked over to Jesse and buried his head between her pretty young breasts. She squeezed him for a minute and then approached Hank.

Hank looked at her as she stood before him. She was smiling and looked absolutely stunning as her long blonde hair cascaded over her pretty shoulders. He could see her massive cleavage popping out of her bathing suit top through her sundress. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Hi, Mr. Jackson. How are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine, sweetie, how are you today?" Hank asked and put his hands on her soft hips.

"Great, I am so happy you guys could come over. It will be fun," she said with a little smile.

Hank knew exactly what she had in mind and his thoughts were confirmed as she spun around and sat on his lap. Hank felt her soft ass nestle over his cock and she spread her legs around his and put her arms on the table.

"Hi, Miss Johnson," Karen said and pushed against Hank's crotch.

"Hi, Karen. How's your hand?" Sarah asked and smiled when she saw Hank's face.

"It is fine. The swelling is almost gone," Karen indicated and held up her hand. Hank felt her slide down his lap slightly and then back up.

Hank tried to keep his composure as the little minx was grinding her ass into his crotch. He could feel his cock growing quickly and he knew Karen could feel it also. He wondered how long it would take her to have it nestled in her hot little snatch.

"Karen, why don't you take your friends out to the pool. The weather is so nice, I am sure they would love it," Mrs. Smith said as she continued to chop vegetables at the counter.

"Mrs. Smith, the boys don't have their swimsuits with them. I was wondering if you guys had any they could borrow?" Sarah said.

"First of all, Sarah, you can call me Denise. Mrs. Smith makes me feel too old. Secondly, absolutely, there are plenty of suits in the pool house. Karen can show you where they are," Mrs. Smith answered.

Karen jumped up off of Hank's lap and grabbed Tyshawn's hand. She pulled him up and drug him towards the door.

"Come on Jesse, let's see if we can find something that fits you," Karen said as she pulled Tyshawn towards the door.

Jesse jumped up to follow them. Hank could see the sparkle in Karen's eyes and he knew where this was going to end up.

"Sarah, Mr. Jackson, you two can go too. I will be fine here," Mrs. Smith said.

"Are you sure? I hate to leave you alone in here," Sarah said.

"Sarah, you go. I'll stay with Denise and help her out." Hank said.

Sarah smiled at Hank and stood up.

"Ok, I'll be outside. If you guys need anything, just holler," Sarah said and walked over to the door.

Hank saw Karen open the slider and all of them filed out onto the deck. He looked back and saw Mrs. Smith staring at him. He thought he saw something strange in her eyes but he figured he was seeing things. She smiled at him as she turned with the salad bowl towards the table.

"You know I will be okay in here. You can go outside," Mrs. Smith said.

"No, I'm not much of a swimmer. I like it better in here. I think I will take you up on that drink. Do you want something?" Hank said.

Denise looked at him and suddenly thought a drink would hit the spot.

"You know, I think I will. Grab me a beer. They are right in the door," she said, pointing to the refrigerator.

Hank opened the door and grabbed two beers. He popped the top and handed one to her. He raised his bottle.

"Here's to a wonderful day, a beautiful home, and a beautiful family," he said.

He saw Denise blushing a little as he spoke. She touched her bottle to his and they both drank.

"I don't know if I have said it yet but you do have a beautiful home and three lovely daughters. But I can see where they get it from," Hank said.

Denise blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jackson," she said.

"Not a problem, now you tell me what I can do to help. I know there has to be something I can do," Hank said.

Hank watched her try to think of something and he marveled at her beauty again. She looked like her daughters in that her hair was blonde and her skin was perfect. She obviously worked out as her stomach was tight and her legs looked like the legs of a 20 year old. But there was something that made her different. She did not have the scared, uncertain look of youth. She looked experienced, like she had already tried everything and decided what she did and didn't like. That was as close as he could come to explaining it. She looked back at him and flashed a perfect smile.

"Well, there is the table and chairs in the basement. We will need them to set up on the deck for the food," she said.

"Not a problem, point me to the basement," he said and jumped up out of his chair.

"It's that door right there. The table and chairs should be up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs," she said.

Hank opened the door and headed down the stairs. He got to the bottom and was met with a full, finished basement that was bigger than his entire house. The basement covered the entire floor and it was carpeted. He saw a full bar in the corner and there was a pool table in the middle. He looked around and saw two pinball games against the back wall. He saw the table and chairs. He grabbed the table and looked back at the pool table. He shook his head and headed back up the stairs.

Tyshawn and Jesse followed Karen out of the door and across the deck. As they got to the edge of the deck the boys stopped and looked at the incredible backyard. They saw the huge pool first, shaped sort of like a bean with curved sides and a large rock pile sitting on one side with a small waterfall flowing down into the pool. The boys had only seen this sort of thing on TV.

"Damn, girl, this place is amazing," Jesse said as he looked over the whole backyard.

Karen looked back at him and smiled. She suddenly realized that he and Tyshawn had probably never seen some of the things she took for granted. She saw the look in their faces as they stared at the backyard and her heart broke. She was embarrassed by her lifestyle and by the thoughts that flowed through her head only yesterday. Her body was craving release as her mind was trying to come to terms with everything.

"Thank you Jesse. Now you guys come along. Let's see if we can find you some suits," Karen said and bounced down the stairs.