Teachers conference going crazy orgy

“Damn,” Doreen Doyle said under her
breath as the sunlight from the open window forced
her to open her eyes and greet the new day.
Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was
immediately reminded of the indecent amount of
alcohol she had consumed at last night’s teacher’s
party. Sitting up in the bed, she discovered that her
head still hurt a little. Who’d have ever thought that
a bunch of teachers could party so hard. Doreen
hadn’t felt so wasted after a party since her senior
year of college.
Still it had been fun, at least as much as she
could remember of it. When she had been selected
as a delegate from her home town of Parkerston,
Indiana, the brunette had expected to spend four
days listening to boring lectures and maybe having a
little time for sightseeing. After all, a free trip to
San Francisco was worth a little sacrifice.
What she had found instead was a few quick,
quite interesting meetings every day, followed by a
nightly party. Every night being a little wilder than
the last, with last nights being the grand finale. She
wondered if every conference was like this. If the
school board knew of it, they’d never foot the bill to
send anyone next year. It then occurred to her that
was why every teacher who had attended an earlier
conference had given her the same advise. “Just go
there with an open mind and enjoy yourself.” She
had thought at the time they were referring to
opening her mind to different theories of education.
Moving to the edge of the bed, Doreen
noticed her clothes from last evening scattered
across the floor. She must’ve really been out of it
when she dragged herself back to her room. Usually
she would at least pile her clothes on a chair or
something. She had also been surprised to find she
had slept naked, something she didn’t even do with
her boyfriend back home. Sliding her lower body
from beneath the sheets, she was presented with an
even greater shock. All of her pubic hair was gone.
“What the hell did I do last night?” She
asked herself as she ran her fingers across the now
smooth skin between her tighs.
Before Doreen could ponder the question
too long, the sudden sound of running water from
the bathroom made her jump with a start. There
was someone in there. Grabbing her glasses from
the night table, she took a good look around the
room. While the room was almost a mirror image of
her own hotel room, there were enough small
differences to tell her she was in someone else’s
room. A quick glance at the other side of the twin
bed showed that someone else had slept there. The
inescapable conclusion was that she hadn’t spent the
night alone.
Rubbing her head, Doreen tried to remember
what had happened last night. Now fully awake,
pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It wasn’t the fact
that she’d slept with someone that upset her so. She
had, after all, been sexually active since she was 17
and slept with her boyfriend Tim on a regular basis.
It was that she couldn’t remember who it had been.
The image of Billy Thompson suddenly filled
her mind. The delegate from Seattle had been trying
to hit on her since day one. Was he the guy from
the other side of the bed. She did remember him
trying to buy her a drink last night.
The sound of running water from the
bathroom abruptly stopped. In a few seconds,
Doreen would see if it was Billy or not. Hopefully it
wasn’t someone worse.
Doreen’s eyes nearly popped out of her head
and her small mouth dropped open in shock as the
bathroom door swung open and a tall form walked
into the room. Walking over to Doreen, the blue
clothed figure bend over and kissed her. It was a
warm touch, but Doreen was too much in shock to
respond. As her mystery lover moved away from
her, Doreen barely heard herself being asked to lock
up behind her as her lover in blue was late for a
meeting.
The hotel room door closed behind her lover
before the reality of the situation fully hit Doreen.
Her lover had been tall, blonde and gifted with an
incredible body. In addition, her lover had been the
last person she could ever have imagined coming out
of that door. Her name , Doreen remember now,
was Evelyn Howard. Doreen had spent the night
with another woman.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” Doreen thought
as she jumped out of the bed. “What did I do last
night?”
Grabbing the various pieces of clothing
scattered across the floor, Doreen quickly made for
the bathroom and after a quick wash proceeded to
dress. As she buttoned up her blouse, she noticed a
small razor in the sink, still covered with small
brown hairs.
“Guess that explains were my hair went.”
She noted as she ran her hand through her long dark
hair.
Exiting the bathroom back to the main room,
she carefully opened the outer door and looked into
the hall. Thankfully it was empty. Closing and
locking the door behind her, she quickly moved to
the elevator and hit the up button.
During the short two floor ride, Doreen felt
like every person in the small elevator was staring at
her. As if they all knew what she had done. When
the doors finally opened on the twelfth floor, she
almost ran out them.
It wasn’t until the 26 year old was safely in
her room that Doreen was able to relax. Thankfully
her assigned roommate was already out for the day,
attending some conference or other. The school
board back home hadn’t been willing to pay for a
private room so she had been forced to share
accommodations. She’d had little contact with her
roommate, only having met her twice. A tough old
bitty twice Doreen’s age, she’d made no secret of her
dislike of the night time parties and was usually
already asleep by the time Doreen made it back to
the room.
“I need a shower.” Doreen said to herself as
she began to strip out of the clothing she had so
hurriedly put on only twenty minutes before.
The hot water felt good against her skin as
the fog in her mind began to clear. She began to
remember images from the night before and by the
time she had toweled dry, was forming a good
picture of the events that had led her to Evelyn’s
bed.
Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she
dropped onto the unused bed and closed her eyes.
As her thoughts drifted, the last ten hours began to
replay in her mind like a movie.

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The noise of the Flamingo Room filled
Doreen’s ears, thankfully drowning out the sound of
Billy Thompson’s voice. The grammar school
teacher from Seattle had been going on for almost
twenty minutes on some subject or other, all the
while stealing glances down Doreen’s blouse
whenever he could.
Normally, Doreen liked showing off her
breasts. They weren’t very big, only a 34C, but she
worked hard to keep them firm and pert. It was just
that Billy Thompson, while sort of cute, was also an
incredible bore. Over the last few nights, she tried
every way she could think of to let him know she
wasn’t interested. She’d mentioned her boyfriend
back home at least a dozen times, but still he kept
coming back. Eventually she was just going to have
to tell him to bugger off, something she really hated
doing.
“So I was saying to the Principle……..” Billy
went on as he took another deep look down
Doreen’s shirt.
Doreen had finally had enough. Filled with
liquid courage, she opened her mouth to tell Billy off
when a tall blonde woman stepped alongside her.
There were plenty of empty seats around the bar so
it was obvious that she wanted something from one
of them.
“Maybe she had the hots for “Mr. Rogers”
here and is going to take him away from me.”
Doreen thought hopefully. “Maybe she’s a long lost
girlfriend.”
That hope faded as quickly as the annoyed
look on Billy’s face appeared. Whoever this woman
was, she was no friend of his.
The blonde in the bright green dress looked
at Billy for a moment, then turned to Doreen and
smiled.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking all over for
you.” The older woman said in a musical tone. “I
thought we were going to meet in the Kiki Kiki
Room.”
Doreen hesitated for a moment, then quickly
replied.
“Oh my goodness, I’m such a airhead at
times. I’ve been having this fascinating discussion
with Billy here, by the way, have you met Billy
Thompson from Seattle. I must’ve lost all track of
time. You will forgive me, won’t you?”
Doreen put all she could into the statement,
trying to convey the idea that she was indeed
supposed to meet this woman. It would’ve helped
greatly if she knew her name. She’d seen her on a
couple of discussion panels but really hadn’t paid
that much attention.
“Oh course my pet, how could I ever stay
angry at my little pearl.”
“I thought you said that you came to the
Conference all alone?” Billy said to Doreen.
“I……I ..err….did.” Doreen replied. “But
……”
“Doreen and I are very old friends.” The
blonde said as she reached out and took Doreen’s
hand in hers. “Very close friends….” She added
with a special emphasis that couldn’t be mistaken.
“I see…..I mean I didn’t know…..” Billy
stammered as his face turned a bright crimson.
“I….have to go…..excuse me.”
With that he was gone.

“I hope that’s what you wanted.” The older
woman said as they watched Billy disappear from
view. I’ve seen him following you every night and
you looked like you’d just about had enough.”
“Oh yes.” Doreen gushed as she smiled at
the woman. “I just can’t believe you got rid if him in
a few minutes. I’ve done everything but write him a
note spelling out that I wasn’t interested.”
“Evelyn Howard, from San Diego.” The tall
blonde said as she reached out and again took
Doreen’s hand, this time for a firm handshake.
“Doreen Doyle from Parkerston, Indiana.”
Doreen replied as she returned Evelyn’s firm grip.
“My friend’s call me Dee Dee.”
“Well the first part I got right away,” Evelyn
grinned. “You’re still wearing your name tag.”
Looking down, Doreen grimaced on seeing
the small name plate clipped to her blouse. She
quickly removed it. At least that explained how
Evelyn had known her name.
“Well anyway, I’m grateful.” Doreen said as
she slipped the tag into her pocket. “Can I at least
buy you a drink.”
“Certainly,” Evelyn replied. “But lets move
to a table. Standing at the bar attracts too many
guys.”

By the second drink, Doreen and Evelyn
were fast on their way to becoming the old friends
Evelyn had fictitiously created earlier. Evelyn,
Doreen learned, was 39 and the assistant principle at
an junior high school back in San Diego. This was
her fifth conference and she sat on three of the
permanent discussion groups.
The conversation turned away from
education and Doreen talked a lot about her
boyfriend, Tim, back home. He was a nice enough
guy. A lot of fun, both in and out of bed. But she
really wasn’t sure she was ready to settle down.
This was only her third trip outside of the state, and
the other two had been supervised. There was so
much to see and do.
“Well no one is watching over you on this
trip.” Evelyn said. “And there are a lot more
interesting people to meet than that bore from
Seattle.”
“Your right,” Doreen said as she lifted her
glass in a toast. “To so many men and so little
time.”
So intent was he on draining her glass that
she didn’t notice that Evelyn didn’t share in the toast.
“How did you ever come up with that idea to
get rid of Thompson. I never would of thought of
it.” Doreen asked as she put her empty glass on the
table and signaled for another.
“Well, sometimes with people like that, all
you have to do is present them with something
they just can’t deal with.”
“Imagine,” Doreen said as the waiter
replaced her empty glass with a full one. “Pretending
to be a lesbian and that I was your date.”
“Oh I wasn’t pretending,” Evelyn said
calmly. “I am a lesbian.”
Doreen nearly dropped the drink she had
lifted halfway to her mouth.
“It was only my date with you that I was
pretending about.”
Doreen slowly placed the glass back on the
table, her face still registering surprise.
“Is that a problem?” Evelyn asked. “I really
wasn’t trying to pick you up or anything.”
No, of course not.” Doreen stammered out.
“You just caught me by surprise.”
For the moment, Doreen took a long look at
Evelyn. Lesbian. The word had never been part of
her vocabulary. Back home in Parkerston she had
never even know anyone who had ever met a
lesbian. At least no one who had ever admitted to it.
Of course there were always those rumors about
Sylvia Johnson back in high school, but she had
moved away right after graduation.
Evelyn had said that she hadn’t been trying to
pick her up, but just the same, Doreen began to
wonder if the older woman was attracted to her.
While she never considered herself beautiful, she
knew that men found her pretty. Was a lesbian
attracted in the same way men were?
A few moments of awkward silence covered
the table until Evelyn finally broke it.
“I can leave if you like, I don’t want to make
you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh no, please stay.” Doreen responded.
“I’m sorry for staring but you really don’t fit what I
always thought a lesbian would look like.”
Without thinking, Doreen had whispered the
word lesbian. Just like she sometimes heard the old
women in her family lower their voice when they
wanted to say something about someone. Like “they
drink you know” or “They had cancer surgery”. It
was usually something unpleasant.
“You really don’t have to whisper the word,
Dee Dee.” Evelyn said. “I don’t hide the fact that I’m
a lesbian. It’s not some kind of disease.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had done it.”
Doreen apologized. She really felt kind of foolish.
After all, she was so far from home, who would ever
know she had drinks with a lesbian.

As the conversation went on, Doreen found
herself being captivated by the woman on the other
side of the table. More and more she found herself
staring at Evelyn’s ample breasts, wondering what it
would feel like to touch them. It had been a long
time since she had such thoughts. Back in her
sorority in college, it was rumored that a few of the
girls engaged in lesbian practices, but Doreen never
found out if that was true. There were a few nights
when she saw girls sneaking into one another’s
rooms, but she had never been invited. Sometimes
she wish she had, just out of curiosity.
Finally, the bartender called last call, and the
two women got up to leave. Doreen felt a little
unsteady on her feet, a combination of the alcohol
and the strange excitement she felt from being with
Evelyn. She knew the folks back home would never
approve.
Waiting for the crowds by the elevator to
thin out, Doreen continued to stare at Evelyn. In
return, the tall blonde seemed to be ignoring her
gaze. Finally Doreen concluded that Evelyn might be
thinking that she was looking at her as if she was
some kind of curiosity and decided to stop. She was
curious it was true, but it wasn’t fair to treat another
person as such.
As the two women entered the elevator, they
were joined by another man. Doreen noted that
Evelyn hit the button for the tenth floor while she hit
the twelfth. The stranger had pressed four.
No sooner as the doors closed on the fourth
floor behind the man, when Evelyn stepped over to
Doreen and abruptly kissed her. Caught totally off
guard, Doreen instinctively opened her mouth to
protest, only to have the protest stifled by Evelyn’s
probing tongue.
Then as abruptly as it had begun, Evelyn
broke the kiss and stepped back.
“All evening, you’ve been wondering what
that would feel like.” Evelyn said as she smiled. “I
could see it in the way you kept staring at me. So
now you know.”
Doreen was still too taken back to respond.
It was been both abrupt and exciting she had to
admit.
Anything she then wanted to say was cut off
by the chime of the elevator door’s opening on ten.
As Evelyn stepped off the elevator, she paused for a
moment and turned to Doreen.
“If you really want to see what it’s like, I’m in
room 1005.” She said as the doors closed behind
her.
While the elevator moved upward, a dozen
thoughts ran though Doreen’s mind at once. Could
she do something like that? Who would ever know?
Would she ever get another chance? What would
Timmy think? Did she even care?
The doors opened on twelve and she took
one step out, then hesitated. Taking a deep breath,
she stepped back in and pressed the button for ten.

Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood
outside the door to room 1005. What am I doing,
she asked herself for the tenth time. The elevator
chimed down the hall as she heard a few people
getting off on this floor.
Thankfully, they went in the other direction
and entered their own room. She could tell they
were drunk and hadn’t even noticed her.
“Can’t stand here all night.” Doreen said to
herself in a low voice. “Either go forward or back.”
Taking a deep breath she finally knocked on
the door. Long seconds passed and she thought
Evelyn might have already gone to bed. She was
thinking of leaving when a voice called from behind
the locked door.
“Who is it?”
“Doreen….” She managed to stammer out.
A second later, the door swung open and she
stepped inside.
The room wasn’t much different than her
own. Same color, same furniture, same boring art on
the walls. Her head turned as Evelyn locked the
door behind her.
The tall blonde was now wearing a blue
terrycloth robe. Her hair had been unclipped and
combed out, hanging loosely around her shoulders.
It was also slightly damp, telling Doreen she had just
come out of the shower.
“Did you forget something?” Evelyn asked
as she smiled.
“I was thinking about what you said in the
elevator.” Doreen said, her eyes fixed on the soft
valley between Evelyn’s breasts that was visible
through the folds of the robe.
“And……? Evelyn asked.
“And, I think I’d like to know more.” said
Doreen somewhat hesitantly.
“You think…..?” Evelyn said in a strong
voice. “Either you do or you don’t. Now which is
it?”
“I want to learn more.” Doreen said, this
time with conviction.
Evelyn smile grew larger. She reached out
and ran her fingers down across Doreen’s cheek.
The school teacher from Indiana found the touch
unbelievably erotic. Her long index finger slid down
across Doreen’s face and caressed her small lips.
Evelyn slid her finger into Doreen’s mouth and let
her suck on it for a few moments. Pleased with the
young woman’s willingness, Evelyn removed her
finger and took a step back. The bright smile grew
to it’s fullest.
“I told you in the bar that I was a lesbian.”
She said as she took the same finger and ran her
tongue across it. “What I didn’t mention was that
I’m also a dominant. Do you understand what that
is?”
Doreen had seen the word in a few books,
she wasn’t totally ignorant. She nodded a yes.
“Tell me what you think it is?” Evelyn
demanded.
“I would guess that it’s someone who’s into
Slave and Master situations.” Doreen said, proud of
her being able to answer. “A person who was a …..”
She hesitated a moment as she tried to remember the
word. “…….Dominatrix.” She finally remembered.
“Very good.” Evelyn said. “But there are
various levels and situations that go with that.”
Doreen looked confused for a moment, her
reading hadn’t covered anything like that.
“I’m not into whip, chains, leather or
anything like that.” Evelyn laughed softly as she
now ran her finger down the deep valley of her
38D’s. She could feel Doreen’s eyes glued to it’s
journey. “I just enjoy the feeling of being in total
control. Do you think you could handle something
like that?”
Doreen thought about it for a few long
seconds, her eyes riveted on the drop of saliva
running between Evelyn’s mounds until it
disappeared beneath the robe. If Evelyn had asked
her this a half hour ago in the elevator, Doreen was
sure she would’ve ran as fast as she could. Now
after taking the giant steps which had brought her
this far she only felt exhilaration instead of fear.
“Yes I could.” She replied in a solid tone.
“Really now?” Evelyn countered.
With a flourish, the taller woman turned and
walked over to the edge of the bed. She motioned
for Doreen to follow.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Evelyn
hiked her left leg up onto the bed. She pulled loose
the sash around her waist, allowing the robe to fall
open. Doreen took a long hard look at the naked
body that had just been unveiled. It certainly wasn’t
that of a 20 year old, but neither was it that of a
woman pushing 40. Her large breasts were still full
and only sagged a little. They were capped by silver
dollar sized aureole, which in turn were topped by
erasure sized nipples – already hard and erect. So
enthralled by Evelyn’s endowments, the younger
woman didn’t notice at first something she hadn’t
seen since junior high school gym. A totally nude
pussy.
A wicked grin on her face, Evelyn reached
down and spread her vaginal lips with her hand,
drawing Doreen’s attention to it’s bareness.
“I want you to lick me!” She commanded.
Doreen dropped to her knees without a
moments hesitation, so compelling had been the
command. She looked up at the tall blonde and saw
a pair of piercing blue eyes bearing down upon her.
Then she looked forward into the pinkness stretched
open in front of her.
“Last chance to back out…” Doreen said to
herself as she dropped her gaze to the floor and
removed her glasses.
Then with less hesitation then she showed
the first time she took a boy in her mouth, the 26
year old grammar school teacher reached out with
her tongue and stroked the sex of another woman.

“Mmmmm, this is pretty nice.” Doreen
thought as she explored the inner reaches of Evelyn’s
canal.
The young woman found it pleasantly
surprising that she actually liked the taste that now
filled her mouth. Prior to this moment she had never
sampled the juices of a woman, not even her own.
Based on the comments of both her boyfriend Tim
and two previous lovers, she had expected it to be
somewhat gross. At least that was the excuse they
had always given for not doing it for more a few
minutes. Just enough to help get her wet before
intercourse.
After giving Doreen ample time to become
comfortable with exploring her womanhood, Evelyn
took a gentle grip on the back of Doreen’s head and
helped guide her tongue to the most sensitive spots.
“Not bad for a novice.” Evelyn chuckled as
she pressed the brunette’s face deep between her
legs.
Doreen took that as praise and increased the
motion of her tongue. Her face was now smeared
with the sticky juices, but she didn’t care. Without
even checking, she knew that her own pussy, still
covered by her panties, was also wet.
“I guess you can handle it.” Evelyn said as
she released her grip on Doreen’s head and guided
her back to her feet.
As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled
her close and kissed her again. This kiss was much
more aggressive than the one in the elevator. Evelyn
really loved the taste of her pussy on another
woman’s lips and after running her tongue along the
interior of Doreen’s now willingly open mouth, she
began to lick it off her cheeks.

“Strip for me.” Evelyn whispered in
Doreen’s ear as she nibbled on the lobe. “Make me
hot for your body.”
Doreen took a big step back and reached
behind her for the zipper of her dress. She had
never stripped for anyone before. Usually the men
she’d been with wanted her naked as quickly as
possible. She remembered an old adult movie she
had seen in a motel she and Tim had once spent a
few hours in. Incredibly, he had switched on the
television after their lovemaking and watched part of
an adult film for the last hour of their stay. Dropping
her dress to the floor, she tried to copy the woman
she had seen that night.
Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen
played with them for a few moments before
releasing the front clasp. Then with an exaggerated
shimmy, she let the plain white bra fall away from
her mounds and drop off her arms. She returned her
hands to her breasts, now running her fingers across
the nipples. The girl in the film had breasts large
enough to pull up within reach of her own tongue,
Doreen knew she couldn’t duplicate that. Instead
she wet the tips of her fingers and rubbed the last
remnants of lovejuice from her face, then spread it
across her nipples.
Evelyn had laid back against the headboard
and was playing with her own breasts with one hand
and sliding two fingers of the other into her pussy.
“That’s right.” She purred. “Put on a show.”
Doreen’s slip followed the bra to the floor
and she stood only covered by a cheap pair of cotton
panties. She slid both her hands beneath the
waistband and let out a loud sigh. Then thrusting
her shoulders back and her chest out with each
motion, she began to rub her own clit.
“Take it off!” Evelyn encouraged from the
bed.
Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding
pelvic thrust to her gyrations. Then with as much
strength as she could muster, she expanded a
previous small tear in the material and ripped her
panties off. Now totally exposed was a wild growth
of bushy brown hair.
No sooner had the now torn material hit the
floor when Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed
Doreen’s shoulders. With a powerful shove, she
tossed the smaller woman onto the bed. Then lifting
each of her legs up and outward, she dropped down
and buried her head between them.
“Oh God!” Doreen exclaimed as she felt the
wet touch of Evelyn’s tongue. It was like a spark of
electricity that shot up and throughout her body.
The first jolt was followed by a second and a third,
until it became a constant wave of delight. Evelyn’s
skillful use of her tongue instantly showed years of
experience. In only a minute she had brought
Doreen to a place she had only imagined before.
The pressure against her sex increased,
driving her further and further into a euphoric state.
Her breathing quickened as she forced air into her
lungs in short gasps. She gripped the sheet beneath
her, balling it up in her closed fists. Doreen could
feel the crest of an orgasm fast approaching, far
faster than she could have ever brought it on herself.
Rocking the bed she began to lunge her
pelvis against Evelyn’s face, trying to match the
blondes own thrusts. Finally her body began to
shake as indescribable pleasure filled her existence.
“Ooohh Goddd!” She yelled in a high
pitched voice.
Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen’s ass and
practically lifted it off the bed. She ran her tongue up
and down the hair covered opening as fast as
possible, finally sending her new found lover over
the edge.
“YYYeeeesssss!” Doreen now screamed at
the top of her lungs, not caring who heard.
The shout was music to Evelyn’s ears.