0 comments/ 141034 views/ 14 favorites School Daze Ch. 01 By: linkznut Author's Note – School Daze, although the sequel to Students Rule, is written as a stand alone story of multiple chapters. This installment includes a short prologue – intended to provide a very brief overview and bridge from one story to the next – and chapter one. * Prologue * For Ms. Virginia Lee, the school year went out like a lion, only to see the ensuing year come in like a lamb. The main event – at least from a professional standpoint – was the sudden resignation of the school's Principal. Only a few people – namely she and six graduating seniors – knew the real reason; his inability to come to grips with his subservient relationships with Ms. Lee, his Mistress, and Suzie Connors, a student. Ultimately this moral dilemma proved too much for him to bear, prompting his sudden decision to resign and leave the area. Ms Lee, on the other hand, had no such moral reservations. So when the school board decided to take a chance and offer the soon to be 34-year-old the position of Principal, she immediately accepted. On the personal side, the beginning of summer break saw a continuation of Ms. Lee's new found sexual subservience; a trait that had not existed in the previously dominant woman until Ross Moran put his blackmail scheme into action. The result of Ross's scheme was a series of embarrassing and humiliating sexual experiences for Virginia. To her great surprise, she'd loved every minute of them. The realm of her subservience eventually expanded to include Suzie Connors – the first woman she'd ever been with – and four other male students. The final few weeks of the school year had been a sexual whirlwind, and the whirlwind had continued right on into the summer. Eventually, what with jobs, vacations and new girlfriends, the other four had stopped coming around. Ross and Suzie, on the other hand, continued calling on her right up until they'd left for college. She'd seen Suzie, who was attending college about an hour away, three times during the fall semester. Ross – who was halfway across the country – she'd seen not at all. * * * Chapter One – A New Master Ms. Virginia Lee sat in her office, staring absent mindedly at the wall opposite her desk. It was a Friday morning in early January, the last day of the first week back from Christmas vacation. As they frequently were at times like these, her thoughts were on Ross Moran and Suzie Connors. She nervously uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She took a deep breath, turning to the pile of papers on her desk, when the e-mail symbol popped up in the lower corner of her monitor. She automatically brought up her e-mail package, checking both the subject and sender of the new e-mail. She didn't recognize the address and the subject said simply 'Instructions.' She very nearly sent it to the spam folder unopened. But there was something about it – call it intuition – that persuaded her to open it. The message read as follows: 'Remove the bag from the bottom left part of your bookcase. After reviewing the contents, reply to this e-mail with your understanding of the enclosed instructions.' It was signed 'Your New Master.' She sat there silently, rereading the message. Finally – showing very little emotion – she rose to her feet and moved to the bookcase. The bag was exactly where indicated. She removed it and returned to her desk. There was a large envelope in the bag, along with a smaller one. There was also a camera with an expandable tripod attached, and an instruction manual for the camera. She removed the camera first, looked it over and set it aside. Next, she removed the larger envelope, already guessing its contents. There was a note across its front. It said simply: 'The enclosed were given to me by Ross Moran over the Christmas holidays. I believe they are self-explanatory.' She opened the envelope, pulling out a dozen pictures. They were all of her, either alone or with someone. In all of them she was in an exposed or embarrassing situation. In none of them was she dressed. It was the ones of her and Ted Thomas – the former Principal – that had so suddenly and completely changed her life last spring. She carefully put the pictures back into the envelope and slid the envelope into her briefcase. Next, she picked up the smaller envelope. Unlike the larger envelope, there was no writing on this one. She opened it, pulled out the enclosed sheet of paper, unfolded it, and began to read. 'Virginia. Once you examine the pictures in the larger envelope, you'll realize that I have, indeed, talked with Ross and that I do have all of the pictures. I'm sure you'll see that any hold he had over you, I also have. Be advised that I intend to take full advantage of the situation. Before I reveal myself, however, it will be necessary for you to demonstrate your obedience. 'Sometime today – while still in your office – you are to remove your suit jacket, blouse and skirt. Then you will remove your bra and panties, placing them both in the bag. You are to leave your nylons and shoes on. While in this state of undress, you will take several pictures of yourself. The pictures must completely reveal all of your intimate parts without concealing your identity. To accomplish this, you may wish to use the cameras delayed timer. Instructions for its use are also in the bag. After you have finished you are to get dressed – without the bra and panties. Please note that the pictures must demonstrate to me that they were indeed taken in your office. 'You are then to place the camera and all attachments in the bag with your bra and panties and take them to locker 197. The locker will be unlocked and empty. Place the bag in the locker, close and lock it, and return to your office. 'I will check the locker at 2:35 PM sharp. If you have followed my instructions exactly, I will e-mail you with further instructions BEFORE you leave school today. 'If you have not followed my instructions, I will be very unhappy. Trust me, it is definitely in your best interest that I do not become unhappy. Please reply to my e-mail to confirm you understanding of these instructions.' It was signed 'Your Master.' She read the letter twice before stuffing it back into the envelope and placing it in her briefcase beside the larger one. Then she took a deep breath. "How did he get in here?" she blurted out suddenly. She finished the thought silently. 'It had to be this morning. After all, he knew what I was wearing.' Then she dismissed the thought. At the moment, 'how' wasn't really the issue. She looked at the clock. 10:30 AM. She had 4 hours. She rose to her feet and began pacing the floor as she worked her way through her emotions. She was nervous; that was a given. Maybe even scared. After all, if she were caught carrying out his orders, she'd lose everything. She examined the hold he had on her. If anything, it was even stronger than the hold Ross had last year. After all, Ross had only her relationship with the former Principal, while her new master had that, along with pictures of her with six members of last years senior class. Ignoring him wasn't an option. She stopped suddenly in her tracks as the obvious hit her. She didn't want to ignore him! She didn't want to find a loophole in his evidence that would help her escape! She'd completely given in to her position last year, and the truth was that she'd loved every humiliating and degrading moment of it! In point of fact, she'd missed her Masters and had no problem at all taking on a new one. The only real issue was the risk he was making her take. After she did what he asked, she'd try to talk to him about that. She returned to her desk and hit the reply button. * * * She looked at the clock. The lunch bell would ring in10 minutes. She reviewed her logic, searching for a flaw. She found none. Her first thought had been to take the pictures during a normal class period. This option carried a low probability of student interruption, but a reasonably high possibility of staff interruption. After all, Barbie – the twenty-one year old airhead who'd replaced Connie as the office secretary this year – was prone to barging into her office without notice. On the other hand, however, she saw almost no possibility of staff interruption during the lunch period. This more than compensated for the slightly higher possibility of student interruption. Overall, the odds of five minutes of privacy definitely favored the lunch hour. And five minutes was all she needed. She picked up the camera, adjusted the timer for a ten second delay, and pressed the button. It worked flawlessly. She deleted the test picture, screwed the camera back onto the tripod, and set it in the corner. Everything was ready. She'd wait for the lunch bell, and then wait ten more minutes. Then she'd begin. * * * She looked at her watch. Time! She got to her feet, moved to her office door and peered out. The outer office was empty. She closed and locked the door. She slid off her suit jacket as she moved away from the door and immediately started on the buttons of her white blouse. The blouse was quickly discarded as she went to work on the skirt. A moment later it, too, was cast aside. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She slid it off quickly, shoving it into the waiting bag. Seconds later her panties joined it. She moved quickly to the corner, grabbed the camera and tripod, and moved them to the center of the room. She set it up in the predetermined spot and aimed it at her office desk. Nervously, she fumbled with the settings, pressed the button, and hurried to assume her first pose. She leaned over the desk – her ass pointed directly at the camera – grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them aside. She then looked back over her shoulder and waited. And waited. And waited. "Damn it!" she cursed, a little louder then she should have. She stood up and rushed back to the camera. There was sweat dripping from her face as she nervously reset the camera. Once again she pressed the button and hurried to assume her position. This time it worked. "Alright!" she said as she hurried back to prepare for the next shot. The rest of the shots went off with out a hitch. All in all, there were four pictures – the one of her ass, in addition to one of her full front, one of her tits, and one of her pussy with the lips spread wide. When the last of the shots was taken she grabbed the camera. She quickly reviewed the pictures in the viewer to satisfy herself that they were ok, and grabbed her blouse. The blouse was on and buttoned, and she was reaching for her skirt, when she heard the knocking on her office door. She froze briefly, before coming to her senses. "Just a moment," she said as she slid the skirt up her legs. Hastily, she tucked the blouse into the skirt and zipped and buttoned the skirt. Then she took a deep breath to steady herself and opened the door. It was Cori Goodman, an English Literature teacher. "Hi, Cori. What can I do for you," she asked, her deep southern accent not quite covering her nervousness. Cori started to open her mouth, but stopped as her eyes took in the sight before her. "Is something wrong, Cori?" Miss Goodman jumped, shaken form her daze. "No," she stammered, her eyes moving from the Principal's blouse to her face. "It's just that . . ." She hesitated. "Maybe I should come back." With that, the young teacher turned and hurried from the office, ignoring her boss's questions. Virginia watched Miss Goodman hurry away before pushing the door closed and locking it. It wasn't until she saw her reflection in a picture that realized what a sight she was. Her blouse was only partly tucked in, sticking out haphazardly from the back and side. But what was worse – much wore – was the sheerness of her blouse. It was nearly see through, and her erect nipples were clearly visible. "Damn it," she swore as she re-tucked her blouse and slid on her suit jacket. Satisfied with her appearance, she quickly disassembled the camera and tripod, stuffing them into the bag with her bra and panties. * * * It was shortly after 1:00 PM when she delivered the bag to locker 197. Afterwards she returned to her office and tried to go about her normal schedule. Her thoughts, however, kept reliving the day's events, while her body dreamed about what was yet to come. The e-mail came at 4:25 PM. '7:00 tonight. Your attire for the evening is already laid out on your bed. You are to wear that and only that.' As with the last e-mail, it was signed 'Your Master.' * * * Ms. Lee arrived home at 5:15 PM. She hastily deposited her briefcase and purse on the foyer floor and headed for the bedroom. There on her bed lay a black silk robe. Beside it were her black stiletto shoes. There was nothing else. A twinge ran through her body as she stood there, knowing how she'd look in the ensemble. With an excited nervousness, she began removing her clothes. A few moments later she was naked. She picked up the robe, holding it to her body. The sheer feel of the fine fabric sent goose bumps over her body. She slipped it on, then moved to the shoes. Once they were on, she moved to the full-length mirror. She looked at the figure in the mirror. The sheerness of the robe, while concealing some of her, did little to disguise the state of her aroused nipples. And although the garment was held closed by a sash, there simply wasn't enough material to adequately cover the cleavage of her 34D breasts. She turned sideways, taking in her legs. She smiled. They were nice legs, made to look all the nicer by the tall high-heeled shoes. The fact that the robe was barely long enough to cover her ass didn't escape her notice, either. She bent over slightly. As expected, the robe rode up her fanny, revealing the last of her treasures. She sighed as she straightened up, removing the robe and laying it across her bed. Then she removed the shoes and headed for the bathroom. She started the bath water and, without dressing, returned to the foyer. She picked up her previously discarded purse and briefcase, putting them in their proper places before heading to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. She then returned to the bedroom to pick up her cast aside work clothes. Finally, she returned to her bath. Despite her aroused state, she avoided the temptation to bring herself off. It would be so much better, she knew, if she waited. * * * She was ready by 6:45 PM, just in case he was early. He wasn't. It was approaching 7:30 PM. She was nervously pacing the living room floor when she finally heard the key sliding into the front door lock. She stopped in her tracks, turning towards the door. She knew him instantly. After all, everyone in the school knew Brian Bitner, runner-up in the wrestling state championships as a junior. Brian may have only been 5'4" tall, but he was built like a rock. He was quite an imposing young man, height be damned. He entered her home confidently, swinging the door closed behind him. He carried a small duffel bag that he set down in the foyer before turning and making his way directly towards the waiting woman. When he stood before her, he couldn't help but notice the difference in their height. But at his height, dealing with taller people – even taller women – was normal. In point of fact, he'd come to like it that way. And with the stiletto heels he'd selected for her adding another four inches to her 5'8" frame, there was certainly a lot to like! "You did good," he smiled. "The pictures came out beautifully and I could smell your arousal on your panties." He reached his hand out to lightly stroke her cheek, before letting it drift down her neck and onto her chest. He withdrew it before it reached her breasts. "Even as I can see your excitement now," he added as his eyes drifted to the erect nipples pressing against her robe. "Thank you, sir," she replied. Her insides were churning as he inspected her. She was, in fact, quite excited. She was also pleased that she hadn't disappointed him. Brian moved behind the older woman. He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezed lightly and slid his hands down her arms. He then reached around her waist, untied the sash and pulled off the robe, tossing it over a nearby chair. Next, he pulled a short piece of rope from his pocket. The rope already had a loop on each end tied with a slipknot. He slipped a loop over each hand and slid the knots snuggly to her wrists. Then he stepped back and paused, admiring her naked backside. Damn, but the heels made her ass and legs look good! "Turn around," he ordered after a moment. She obeyed without a word. She stood there quietly, towering over the shorter boy. As school Principal, she was the authority. And at 34 years of age, she was the mature one. He was nothing but an 18-year-old student, insignificant beside her age and wisdom. Yet he was fully clothed while she – but for her shoes – stood naked before him, her hands tide securely behind her back. She was helpless. She was powerless. She was putty in his hands. And she was so horny she could scream! His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that frightened her. "I thought the pictures were something," he said softly. "But they pale next to the real thing." And he stepped closer, reaching out to squeeze her breasts – the breasts that now belonged to him. The instant his hands touched her, she moaned softly, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes. As he stepped towards her, pressing her breasts into her chest, she had no choice but to retreat. And as he kept pushing against her, she kept retreating until finally, she felt the wall pressing against her backside. There was no place further to go. He looked at her breasts as he squeezed them. He could hear her moaning and feel her squirming as he pinned her to the wall and mauled her tits. Ms. Virginia Lee threw her head against the wall, moaning as he attacked her bosom. She could feel him squeezing and rubbing her, and she could feel him pinching her nipples. And then, just when she thought she could take it no more, he released the orbs. She felt his hands moving away from her breasts, his left taking hold of her neck and pinning it to the wall while his right slid down to her pussy. She jumped when his two fingers entered her, nearly cuming on the spot. But he sensed her excitement and withdrew quickly. He looked into her eyes and smiled. "You'd like to cum now, wouldn't you?" he asked softly. She nodded anxiously but said nothing, "I said wouldn't you!" he said in a harder voice, pushing just a bit on her neck. "Yes sir," she gasped, nodding her head quickly. He placed his right hand on her left hip, sliding it slowly down to her thigh and back up to her side. Then he shook his head. "Not yet," he whispered, once again smiling. He held her against the wall with his left hand while his right hand wandered freely over her body. From one breast to the other, from her stomach to her hips, then back to her breasts. He squeezed her and he tickled her as she writhed against the wall amid a series of gasps and moans. He allowed his hand to pass close to her pussy, but he did not touch her there and he did not allow her to cum. Finally, after taking her to the very edge of sanity, he released her. She nearly fell over, her wobbly legs only barely able to support her own weight. But he gave her no time to recover as he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her into the middle of the room. "On your knees," he barked. She obeyed quickly, her breaths coming in short, wanton gasps. He stared at her for a moment before moving around behind her. She heard the sound of his clothes coming off, but she kept her gaze straight ahead, knowing she hadn't been given permission to move. And she waited. School Daze Ch. 01-02 Chapter 1 I met Erin under rather unusual circumstances. It was the first day of a physiology class eight -o -clock Monday morning. I had just transferred from a university up north where I was kind of forced to get out of town. I had fallen in with quite a party crowd and if I was going to keep up my grades as a pre med. student, a change in location and a fresh start is what I needed. I noticed her as soon as she came into the lecture hall. She was absolutely stunning. Short raven colored hair, a beautiful light complexion, deep blue eyes on an innocent face with an honest smile. I would like to take the high road and say that it was her eyes or her smile that first caught my attention but I would be lying. It was her body. She had on a pair of black slacks that wrapped around a tight little ass and a light blue short sleeve cotton shirt that stretched across a chest that was screaming “D-cups.” Although, there were a lot of empty seats in the lecture hall, she came over and sat right next to me. “There is this strange guy following me.” She said.”Would you pretend to know me so it might scare him a way?” “No problem” I replied. “No need to pretend we know each other. Let me introduce myself. I’m Bill” That is when she introduced her self as Erin. “That’s the guy. I can’t believe he followed me into class.” She whispered. About four rows up and ten seats across sat this guy. Not too strange looking on the outside, kind of like an engineering student. What made him seem strange is he didn’t have any books. Not even a backpack. He sat there through the lecture not taking any notes, just looking over at Erin every once in a while. I had to admit to Erin he was acting strange. Although with her looks, guys must be hitting on her all the time. When class was over we walked out together. She even asked to hold my hand to make it look like we were a couple. That must have done it because the guy disappeared when we got outside of the building. When we were sure he was gone she thanked me and we said our good byes. My next class was at ten o-clock, Bio 301, Human Anatomy. To my delight I saw Erin sitting in the back of the class and I climbed the steps of the lecture hall to go back and join her. “Any sign of our stalker” I asked. “Not at all, I think he took off when he thought you were my boyfriend” “Anyone sitting here?” “Yes, you” She thanked me for my help earlier as I sat down next to her. We passed a little small talk as we waited for class to start. As we talked, I let myself enjoy her eyes and inhaled deeply to get the full enjoyment of her perfume. I was continually distracted throughout class as my thoughts kept returned to Erin. After class I ask Erin if she wanted to go get a cup of coffee and she explained that she had another class. She must have noticed the disappointment on my face. “Why don’t you come along and see if you can add the class? The class is Human Sexuality it is a Psych class is supposed to be a breeze and it meets your sociology requirement.” “What the hell, I’ll give it a shot.” We got to class just as the instructor arrived. I told Erin to save me a seat as I went up to talk to the instructor and see if I could get an add slip. The instructor wasn’t bad to look at either. A thirty-something slim brunet whose professional attire set her apart from the casual dress of the students. I asked her if I could add the class and she told me that she didn’t see a problem. “We can use another male perspective” She said. “ I think we only have one other guy in the class” I looked around the class of about twenty-five and I only saw one other guy. He was an edgy looking guy with spiked hair, several piercing and a bad complexion and wasn’t making eye contact with anyone. I returned to the seats and found Erin sitting with a cute blond. I sat next to Erin and she introduced me to her roommate Amanda just as the instructor was starting. The instructor introduced herself as Dr. Pam Nelson, but for the purposes of this class she would be preferred to be called Pam. Pam explained that she was a former registered nurse before she got her PhD in psychology with her specialty in human sexuality. After being an emergency room nurse for five years and now a sex therapist there in not much she hasn’t seen or much that would shock her. She explained that the class was as going to be a frank discussion of human sexuality. Topics would include everything from sexual practices, orgasms, masturbation, contraception, sexually transmitted diseases, fetishes. No subject would be taboo and class participation in the discussions would be mandatory. “I’ll warn you the motion picture association has given this class an X rating.” She joked. With that she reached behind the podium and pulled out a life size, anatomically correct latex male torso. The torso was the kind they use in medical and nursing schools for practicing procedures such as catheterization and examinations. It was cutoff at about mid thigh and the lower abdomen and showed the important part in life size and detail “We will begin out discussion with the anatomy of the male genitals” The class seemed a little shocked as a little nervous laughter broke out. The instructor continued with her description of the parts of the penis and testicles and how they function. Descriptions included the corona, glands, corpus cavernosa, urethra and the nerve structure of the penis. “The nerves in the penis are broken down in to two types. The nerves in the corona and head of the penis are sensitive to touch while the nerves of the shaft are sensitive to pressure.” “It is the hyperemia of the genital fill the corpus cavernosa with blood as the result of sexual excitement or stimulation thus causing an erection.” She explained. She reached behind the torso and squeezed a small rubber ball that had a short tube connecting it to the torso. As she started to squeeze it, the penis on the torso started to inflate. A couple more squeezes and the torso was at full erection. The nervous laughter returned to the class. “Isn’t this thing great?” She remarked. “ Wait until we use it for our demonstration on condoms.” Pam continued. “The hyperemia subsides following orgasm and ejaculation of the seminal fluid. The organ the returns to its flaccid condition. The size of the flaccid penis does not necessarily correlate with that of the erect penis. And contrary to popular myths the size fo the penis has no physical bearing on the male’s or female’s enjoyment of sexual intercourse.” That last line brought a undercurrent of whispers from the class. “In other words size doesn’t matter, I don’t believe it either, but that’s what all the books say. They must have been written by men with small penises.” The lecture went on with a brief discussion on ejaculation and how the muscles at the base of the scrotum squeeze the seminal vesicles and forces seamen out the urethra. “You better look out in the front row, sometimes this thing shoots a long way.” A couple of girls in the front row started to duck for cover as she laughed. “Just kidding” The class erupted in laughter. At that point as class was dismissed. “Next time we will take a peek at female anatomy.” Chapter 2 True to her word, the next class she brought out the companion torso to the male form and placed it on the table. A lot of questions about how to have intercourse, how to masturbate, and worries about what's all going on down there can be solved by simply getting to know the female body. In fact, I'd gander to say that before you let anyone else get to know it, you'd best know it yourself as well as you know your own face. “You may want to all come up front where you can see better. The anatomy here is not as obvious as the male model” We all gathered around the table up front as she laid the torso on its ass with its genitals facing out. The Prof looked at me and said. “You seem to be a man of the world. Why don’t you give us a tour of the female genitalia?” I was a little embarrassed but up for the challenge and worked my way up to the front of the pack. The prof reassured me that she would help me out and I just needed to point out the structures. Pam went through the parts by the numbers. “The proper name for the outer female genitals is the vulva. The vagina is only one part of these organs, and not the whole of them, and many people mistakenly call the vulva the vagina. Where the pubic hair is, below the belly button, is a fatty area of tissue (skin) called the mons.” She continued, “that hood connects to the glans, which is the tip of the clitoris . If you pull up the hood you can get a closer look. In women, this is usually the most sensitive spot of the vulva. In fact, it is created of the same sort of erectile tissue that the head of a penis is created of . Pam was impressed by my knowledge of the subject and remarked the porn on the internet was paying off. I let her know that we had just finished going over the subject in anatomy class, but porn sites helped too. She finished the lecture with a description on the events that take place with arousal and the female orgasm specifically the contraction of the vaginal muscles. “The female orgasm does not typically result in ejaculation, like our male counterparts. The existence of female ejaculation is a matter for debate. Some will claim that there is female ejaculation while other claim that it is just stress incontinence and any squirting, for lack of a better term, is just urine. The subject is not fully understood and we will talk more about it when we discuss masturbation.” Before the Prof dismissed the class she announced “Before you go next week we will be talking about a subject near and dear to your heart, self gratification other wise known as masturbation.” I think we were all a little flustered for the graphic nature of the lecture. As I walked out with Erin and Amanda little was said and the girls are usually talkative. I did manage to get Erin to agree to a study session the next evening for our weekly anatomy quiz on Friday. Amanda said that we should use their place. Thursday was her night to party and we would have the place to ourselves. I arrived at the girl’s apartment at a little after seven. Amanda greeted me at the door with a bright smile and deep brown eyes. Her blond hair was hanging down over the shoulders of her strapless “little black dress” that fit tightly around her firm little body. Her breasts were not as big as Erin’s but healthy and perky just the same. Erin came out of the kitchen. She was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt with a big wet spot just above the belt line as a result of doing the dishes. No amount of grung could make this woman look anything less than beautiful. Erin pointed out a dining table adjacent to the kitchen and said we should set up there. I’m going to change out of these wet things and I’ll be right back. Just as she turned to head back to her bed room Amanda emerged from the bathroom shot us a good night and headed out the door. Erin came out of the bedroom wearing a solid white T-shirt and gym shorts. It was obvious that the bra was gone from the little points sticking out from her shirt and the extra little jiggle when she walked. We studied for about an hour quizzing each other back and forth using the sexually devoid black and white pictures of genitalia in our anatomy books. My mind kept shifting to Erin as we studied and the smell of her perfume kept stirring longing in my pants. We both seemed to know the material backwards and forwards and thought a break was in order. “This is probably not the best idea for study session.” Erin said, ”but I’m going to have a glass of wine. Want to join me? .” “Sure why not. Let’s take a break then hit it one more time.” Erin poured a couple of potent glasses and we sat on the couch and sipped our wine and talked for about an hour. The conversation went from home to school old relationships and stuff. The time flew and the wine was having an effect on both of us as that warm glow was settling in. A little after nine we decided to get back to the books. After a few minutes of more book work Erin remarked, “These drawings are shitty, I like the models that Pam has much better.” I had to agree these pictures were so clinical they were not realistic anymore. That’s when Erin floored me. “There is no sense in using these pictures to study the male sex organs when we have a perfectly good one right here.” “What are you suggesting?” “Drop your pants, hop up here on the table, and let me get a good look at the real thing.” “Are you serious? Is this going to be I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” “Yes, I am serious, and we might as well make the best of this” “Ok, I said, but first I have to let you in on a couple of things.” “What’s that?” “Well’ first of all unlike the picture in the book, I’m circumcised” “And?” “And second I have a full on erection right now from just thinking about this.” I didn’t know if she was kidding or not. The thought of getting naked in front of this beautiful lady was exciting and my cock was trying to rip its way out of my pants. Testing the waters, I stood up and kicked off my shoes. Trying to give her plenty of time to back out if she wanted to I started to pull my shirt over my head. I guess at this point I should digress and describe myself. I am 21 year old male 6 foot 175 lbs brown on brown. Let me say that I’m not a real “buff” guy. Although I workout regularly I don’t do a lot of “Iron work.” I have experience as an amateur boxer and spend most of my gym time working the bag or in the ring. These types of workouts tend to leave me lean and mean without bulking up. “I feel like I should be doing this to music or something” “Just relax, how do you think we woman feel when we get our physical exams, it’s a lot more invasive than this.” “Well here goes nothing.” I said as I started to unsnap my jean. “I’ll be the judge of that” “Very funny” Adrenalin was pulsing through my veins as I started to lower my pants. I decided that I might as well drop my shorts as well as my pants at the same time. My cock sprung into the cool air out as I lowered them and let them drop to the floor and step out. There I was standing naked in front of Erin with a raging erection in the middle of her living room. I think Erin was enjoying this as much as I was at this point because her nipples were about to drill holes in her T-shirt. “Hop up on the table so I can get a better look” I did as I was told and sat on the table while Erin moved her chair closer. Erin pushed my knees a little further apart. I was leaning back on my elbows at this point and my cock was laying on by abdomen. “You have a nice sized cock. Have you ever measured it?” “What guy hasn’t? It somewhere between six and a half and seven inches” “Ok if I touch you” “Help yourself” She held my cock by the corona with her thumb and forefinger, started to trace the important anatomical parts with her finger. Her face was about two feet away and I could feel her breath blow across my cock and scrotum. I had to suppress the reflexive urge to start pumping my hips . I knew with little encouragement I would be sending wads of hot molten cum across the room. We were both completely focused on the moment when the front door to the apartment suddenly opened and in walked Amanda. “Well I guess I can’t leave you two alone. Some study session.” “Shit” if not what I said it is what I thought as I shot up looking for my pants. I crossed the room with my hard-on waving in the breeze grabbed my pants off the floor and stumbled to put them on. Erin was trying to explain that we got tired of the pictures in the book and we thought using something more realistic would be helpful. “You don’t need to get dressed on my account. Would you mind if I joined your study group, or was that grope?” Amanda laughed. “ After all I need to review this same stuff for Human Sexuality class.” My initial embarrassment started to fade and excitement of the moment started to take over. Amanda explained that her date for the night got wasted and was puking his guts out in the alley behind the club they went to. So she just left him there and came home. “Chalk up another loser” were her words. The girls persuaded me to get back on the table so they could continue their examination. Now it was Amanda’s turn to run through the parts. I could tell she was having fun. She would circle her finger around the corona then slowly run it down the underside of my cock. While examining my testicles and cord I jumped a little as she pulled on one of my testicles a little too hard. “I guess I’ll just have to kiss it and make it feel better” she said. As she leaned over and planted a kiss on my scrotum. Pre-cum was dripping out of my urethra and making quite a puddle in my navel. I had to bear down with my PC muscles. One moment of lost concentration and I would be ejaculating all over the place. Amanda had my testicle cupped in her hand with her finger tips pressing on my PC muscles between my scrotum and anus. “Are there the muscles that fire off your wad?” I confirmed that they were. She looked over at Erin and said, “I think we need to feel how these work to get a true understanding of male ejaculation.” “Let us both feel you down here while you ejaculate. “ “ What?” “ I want to feel these muscles contract when you fire off” At this point I needed some relief in a big way and it was going to take any more encouragement. “Ok, what do you want me to do?” “Just stroke yourself, it shouldn’t take too long, I think you’re almost there” was Amanda’s answer. My mind was spinning. Laying there naked on the table with two fine ladies checking me out, now wanting to watch me cum. The excitement was almost too much I had lost all contact with the world except for the throbbing in my cock and the two hands on my balls I slowly started to run my hand over the shaft of my penis. Before long I felt the pressure building at the base of my scrotum and my cum building at the base of my cock. Then the pulsation started, my whole body contracted in waves as thick ropes of cum shot out of my urethra two feet into the air. Six or seven full on pulsations before they started to subside into gentle twitches. I laid there for several seconds before I could come bake to reality. Amanda and Erin were mesmerized. “Holy shit” Amanda said breaking the silence “That was incredible.” Cum was all over the place. I was covered my chest thighs and pubes. The girls got it all over their hands too. “I have to admit that I don’t think I have ever cum that hard.” Erin went into the kitchen and returned with a towel and started to clean the cum off my chest. “Let me catch my breath a minute then it’s your turn for show and tell.” I said to Erin. “Well, She said. A deal is a deal. I guess I’m ready.” I think she was more then ready. I managed to roll off the table and stand even if a bit wobbly. I didn’t know if I should get dressed for the next part of the study session or remain naked. I would have preferred to stay unclothed but I thought that it might be a bit presumptive. So I settled on just putting my underwear back on. Erin stood in the middle of the livingroom, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and with one movement pulled it over her head. The smooth creamy flesh of her breast was taught without a bit of sag and topped of with a beautiful pink nipple that must have stood out an inch. Even though I had just cum less that two minutes ago I could feel myself starting to get hard again. She stuck her thumbs into the waist band of her shorts and pushed both her shorts and panties down past her knees and then let them fall to the floor. As she stepped out of her panties, she hooked the leg hole with her toes and kicked them in my direction. The panties hit me square in the chest and I grabbed them. I held the panties and could tell the patch between her legs was soaked through at the same time I got a trace of that musky aroma that confirmed her excitement. I had to suppress my urge to hold the panties up to my nose breath in her sent and let the warmth of her smell circulate through my body. School Daze Ch. 01-02 Without any encouragement Erin was up on the table. She reclined all the way back with her knees hanging over the edge. She then drew her leg up so that her feet rested on the table and let her knees relax to the sides revealing the most sensual portions of her flesh. Erin had only a wisp of hair on her mons and the rest was bare. I asked her if she shaved , but she said she didn’t have to because she never had much hair down there. Her lips were full, pink, moist and separating. The hood covering her clit was retracting and her little button was screaming for some attention. Her labia were so engorged that the entrance to her vagina was clearly visible and her moisture extended from her lips across her perineum to her little pink starfish. If I could see any deeper into her, I would be able to examine her tonsils. I started by studying her outer labia and working my way inward gently tracing each part as I went. My face was about a foot from her crotch and I sure she could feel the warmth of my breath mix with the moisture of her treasures. The aroma of her excitement was getting stronger and I also found myself hard again. I let my finger tips run up between her folds over her clit then back down to circle the entrance to her vagina. By this time Erin was writhing with excitement and almost unable to contain her self as she was grinding her ass into the table and rubbing her breast. I told her I needed to examine her G-spot. Her vagina gave the slightest bit of resistance as my finger press against her opening then it gave way willingly with Erin’s hips pushing up trying to get my finger deeper inside her. I slid my middle finger about an inch inside her and let it rub against the little soft spot. During all of this I had lost track of what Amanda was doing. She was sitting a couple of feet away from me and was transfixed on the site and lightly rubbing her breasts through the material of her black dress. I told Erin it was my turn to feel how her vaginal muscles contracted when she orgasms and she should start rubbing her clit while I slid two fingers into her as far as I could. With out anymore encouragement she eagerly started massaging her clit while her hips where pushing against my hand. It didn’t take long for her to let out a long moan while her whole body tensed. I could feel the muscle of her vagina start to contract with a milking action trying to draw my fingers deeper inside her. She continued to massage her clit and after a few seconds her body tensed again and again until after the fourth orgasm she collapsed. “God I love multiple orgasms.” She exclaimed. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her vagina then picked up the same towel she used to clean me off and started to return the favor. Erin got up off the table and started looking to get dressed. She looked down at my erection pressing against the material of my underwear. “Did you enjoy the show?” “Yeah, that was incredible.” “Where are my panties?” We found them under the table and she slipped them on. Thankfully she was satisfied with just putting her panties on and left the T-shirt on the floor so I could continue to enjoy her breasts. Amanda was still sitting in the same spot still lightly touching her breasts when I turned to her and said. “ Your turn” “Now wait a minute. This little game of show and tell was your idea. I didn’t agree to anything.” Erin chimed back. “Hay, if your going to see ours, your going to have to show us yours. That way everything is equal. Anyway I can’t get a good look at my own goodies I want to see what it looks like from down below.” At that point Amanda stood up. At first I thought she was just going to walk out of the room. Then she stopped reached around her back and stared to pull down the zipper to her dress. She let the dress hang from her breast for a couple of seconds then let it drop to the floor. She was standing there naked. Slim body, perky C-cup breast, hard pink nipples and a firm ass that you would just want to sink your teeth into.. “Shit, Amanda don’t you wear any underwear?” Erin laughed. “I was going to show Shit for brains the time of his life tonight then he started puking. His loss.” “Somebody ought to tell him what he missed. If his hangover isn’t bad enough, knowing he missed out on a roll with you should really make him feel like crap.” I said. Amanda sat on the edge of the table. “ I have some thing to tell you first so you so you don’t freak out.” Amanda went on. “Remember in class when Pam talked about female ejaculation?” We both nodded. “Well this is embarrassing” she continued.” Sometimes I squirt when I cum” Both Erin and I jaws dropped a little and our eyes opened wide in amazement. “It surprised the hell of me the first time it happened. I didn’t know what was happening and now Pam says it might be pee. It only happens when I masturbate and when I‘m rubbing my clit and G-spot at the same time. I do have to tell you though, when it happens they are seriously the most intense orgasms, I almost passed out a couple of times. “Well,” I said,” I think we need to research this our selves. You just lay back and let us get started with our exam. “ Amanda reclined back on the table and brought her leg up in the same manner that Erin had done earlier. I place my hands on her knees and gently pushed them a part to reveal the delicate folds of her sex. Amanda had a little more hair on her triangle. Still light and fluffy with just a little fuzz reaching down between her legs. Her lip were a little larger than Erin’s. Still full, retracting and wet. I started my exam by touching her at the base of her perineum at the edge of her starfish and gently ran it between the folds of her labia major and minor over the top of the hood covering her clit then down the other side back to where I started. Then I took my finger and ran it between the fold of her inner lips over the opening of her vagina and up to her clit then back down circled the entrance of her vagina and slipped it in an inch or so to feel her G-spot. Amanda was squirming at this point. She was rubbing her nipples with one hand and had started to massage her clit with the other. Her juices started running out of her love hole as I penetrated it with my finger. “Hold on a minute.” I said to her. “ Don’t cum yet. Erin hasn’t had a chance to examine you.” I moved my chair over to the side to allow Erin to slide into the examiners position. Erin cautiously reached out to touch Amanda’s now highly sensitive area. “I’ve never touched another woman down here.” Amanda replied. “This is a first for me too.” Erin’s nipples were as hard as bullets as she started to touch Amanda and trace her delicate areas with her finger tips. Amanda was about out of control at this point, bouncing her ass on the table as she rubbed her breasts. “I think we better let Amanda relieve herself before she explodes.” I told Erin.” And I want to watch her squirt.” I asked Amanda if there was anything I could do to help her get off. She ask me if I would rub her G-spot while she massaged her clit. I moved back into position and gently inserted two fingers into Amanda’s vagina and slowly started to rub her G-spot with my finger tips. I looked over at Erin and she had her panties pushed to the floor and was slowly rubbing her clit , lost in her own world. My cock was about to rip thought my shorts, and since everyone else in the room was about to get of, I didn’t want to be the only one left out. I was able to push my shorts to the floor with my free hand and started to stroke my self without losing contact with Amanda. It didn’t take long for Amanda’s body to start to tense. I started to feel the muscles around the opening to her vagina start to contract when it happened. A squirt, about the width of a pencil, of clear slippery liquid shot out of her urethra and traveled about a foot down my arm and dripped onto my cock. This repeated three times at five second intervals. The warm fluid bathed my shaft and the slipperiness increased the sensitivity. For the second time that night I could feel the pressure starting to build. My wad was starting to travel up my cock then my whole body convulsed again with my cum shooting out the tip of my dick hitting Amanda on the thigh. At the same time Erin’s body was shaking from her own orgasm. We all stayed motionless for a minute afterward not quite knowing what to say or do. After the post orgasmic excitement passed we might have all been a little embarrassed at our actions. I picked up the towel and cleaned Amanda off then myself. Amanda was still laying on the table, limp with exhaustion. I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the cheek then stepped over to Erin and gave her a full on frontal hug. As we hugged my semi-hard cock pressed against her lower abdomen and her beautiful full breasts pressed into my chest. We all had a close examination of the fluid that shot out of Amanda and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t urine. This seemed to help relieve some of Amanda’s embarrassment knowing that she wasn’t urinating when she orgasms. “I’ve never known studying could be so much fun.” Amanda replied. “ I just might try to be a better student.” We all got our clothes a round and got dressed. Then we sat down and finished off the wine. While we talked, we agreed to a little pact between us. It consisted of an agreement that we always “study” together as a group for our Human Sexuality class. We could not “study” for the class without the group. And we would stick strictly to the class curriculum. When I left the girls that night, I still could not believe what we had all taken part in. It made those stories on the internet seem tame. I was looking forward to seeing Erin in class tomorrow and living up to the agreement of our pact. Little did I know what lay ahead for us as the semester continued. Stay tuned. School Daze Ch. 01 When he finally stepped back in front of her he was, indeed, naked. Her eyes feasted on his body. He had the slight, but muscular build of a lightweight wrestler. His cock, at roughly six inches in length, was shorter than Ross's. It was, however, significantly fatter. He stepped close to her, leaving his erect cock a mere inch from her mouth as he ran his hands through her hair. With her eyes glued to his manhood, she heard him speak. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes, sir." He pulled her closer, rubbing his cock over her cheeks and under her chin. But when she opened her mouth and reached for it, he pulled her away. "Take a good look at him," he said, referring to his cock. "Because tonight, he's going to stake his claim to you. He's going to take you in every opening you possess, and when he's done, he will own you." Then, without another word, he pressed his member against her lips, grabbed hold of her head with both hands and slid his meat into her mouth. She nearly gagged as he stretched her lips and pushed inward. He pulled back some, still holding her head firmly. He slid in again, a little farther this time, before once again pulling back. He repeated this time and again, each insurgence a little farther than the previous, and a little easier for Ms. Lee to handle. It wasn't long before he had a good rhythm established. Through it all, Virginia knelt there helplessly, her eyes opened wide as he assaulted her mouth until finally, she felt his body begin to tense. A moment later, his body was jerking spasmodically as he began pumping his seed into her. It took a while – it seemed like forever – before he finished emptying himself. Even then he held his position in her mouth as his hands gently massaged her scalp. Finally, after he'd gone nearly completely limp, he released her head and withdrew. For a moment there was silence, each looking into the others eyes – she searching for his approval, and him letting just the smallest of smiles cross his lips. He withdrew his glance, turned and surveyed the room. Suddenly, a much larger smile crossed his face. Ms. Lee couldn't help but notice that his cock, also, was coming once again to life. He moved to where her robe lay and picked it up. He pulled the sash free from the loops and once again tossed aside the robe, draping the sash around his neck. Next, he moved to the sofa, picked up one of the seat cushions and placed it on the floor in front of her knees. Then, he moved behind his prize, knelt down and freed her hands. "Assume the doggy position," he barked. "Hands on the cushion and knees apart." Already on her knees, it took only a second to reach the indicated position. "Now, lower your head and shoulders to the cushion keeping your ass in the air." As soon as she complied, he knelt down by her left side, grabbed her left hand and pulled it back until the forearm was beside her calf. He then pulled the sash from his neck and tied the arm and leg together before moving quickly to her right side to repeat the process using the rest of the sash. Then he stood up and started to laugh. "Not looking much like a high and mighty Principal now, are you?" "No, Sir," Ms. Lee answered meekly. In truth, her 'high and mighty' Principal's world couldn't have been further from her thoughts. She felt more like an animal than anything else – an animal that'd been roped and hog-tied. She was totally helpless. She could move her head a bit, even turn it from side to side. And she could wiggle her ass. Other than that, there was precious little she could do. And no way at all to do anything at all about the animalistic lust that was consuming her. God, she hoped he'd hurry! Brian, however, was not in much of a rush. He walked lazily over to the front door to retrieve the duffel bag he'd deposited earlier. Then he returned to the living room, taking a seat that afforded him a perfect view of her ass, and opened the bag. He reached in and pulled out two items – a ten-inch long, two-inch thick vibrator and a paddle. It was, in fact, the very same paddle that Ms. Lee had terrified the student population with for a year and a half before Ross came along. Now it was the paddle a select part of the student population used on her. He set the bag on the floor and – with vibrator and paddle in hand – moved back to Ms. Lee's left side and knelt down. He set the two toys down on the floor beside him in such a way the Ms. Lee couldn't see them. She had, however, seen the duffel bag and had a pretty good idea what was in store. She jumped when his fingers touched her fanny. She heard herself moaning – or was it begging – as they trailed lightly over her back and down her thighs. And then the hand was gone. For a moment, the world seemed empty, wrong somehow. But it was all made right when an object was thrust deep into her already dripping pussy, followed almost instantly by the humming noise as the vibrator began its work. "Oh shit!" she screamed out. "Oh God, yes. Don't stop. Oh please, don't stop." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, moaning as the phallic worked its way in and out of her womanhood. After everything else she'd been through that day, she knew her orgasm couldn't be far behind. But suddenly the magic was withdrawn. "No!" she screamed out, but her protest went unheeded. For a second, maybe two, there was nothing. And then, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She nearly ripped her hands free as the sudden, unexpected assault began. But as quickly as the assault began, it stopped, only to be replaced by a hand working its way under her stomach and towards her legs. It stopped when it reached her clit. But it only remained on her love button for a second, barely enough time to tease her before withdrawing. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More screams of pain before the fingers began once again dancing across her clit. This time, the pleasure was dizzying. And this time, it didn't stop. She could feel those wonderful fingers working their magic on her swollen bud, and she knew her release was imminent. But then, with the fingers still working their magic, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She jumped. She screamed. She bit her lip. And she came. The throws of orgasm washed over her body as the assault continued on both her ass and her clit. She came, and then she came again. She was still shaking when he withdrew his hand and stopped the paddle. She was only slightly coherent when she felt him easing behind her and ramming his meat into her pussy. "Oh God, yes," she gasped in complete surrender. Her body shook as he assaulted her pussy, ramming his fat cock over and over deep into the folds of her womanhood. And she came again. Before she was able to calm down, he withdrew, repositioned himself at the entrance to her forbidden hole, and eased in. At first, she thought he might rip her apart, but she quickly began to relax. Soon she could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, his pace becoming more and more urgent. And just as her body began erupting once again, she felt him lung deep into her ass and begin unloading his sperm. She nearly feinted as her ecstasy washed over her. When she finally regained her senses, she felt Brian lying over her back, gasping for breath. For several minutes neither of them moved. Finally Brian was able to push himself off her, crawl to her side and untie her. Free at last, the Principal collapsed onto the floor, rolling onto her back. Gingerly, Brian lay down beside her, also on his back. For a very long time, neither moved, both basking in the glow of their pleasure. Finally, Ms. Lee sat up, got to her knees and straddled her young master, lowering her ass onto his stomach. She ran her fingers across his chest before leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Do you want to wrestle?" she said with a smile. * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 02 Chapter Two – And Teacher Makes Three Brian Bitner sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on the naked woman. He rose reluctantly to his feet and began to dress. "I need you to do something," he said. She looked up at the young man but said nothing. "I'm having trouble with one of my teachers," he continued. "It's Miss Goodman, English Lit. And it's not just me. There are two other wrestlers in the class and she's laying it on all of us. It's getting so bad that we're not able to keep our grades up. And that means no state meet." He hesitated for a moment, looking at the school principal as she lay naked on the bed. For the first time in their month long relationship, there was a pleading – almost a begging – in his voice. "Can you do anything?" Ms. Virginia Lee sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked at the young man who had become her master a month earlier and for the first time saw a weakness in his face. "What would you like me to do?" she asked. "I don't know. Talk to her, maybe. Tell her how important wrestling is to us. Anything. Just get her to give us a break." Ms. Lee rose to her feet and began pacing the floor, seemingly unaware of her nudity. She turned to face Brian. "Remember the first day you took me?" she asked. A wicked little smile found its way to his face. "How could I forget?" She grinned back. "Anyway, it seems I had a little incident fulfilling your initial demands." She relived that day quickly in her mind. It'd started with that e-mail and the little bag it directed her to. The bag contained explicit pictures that a student from the prior year had used to blackmail her. It also contained a camera and instructions that she, while still in her office, was to strip, take revealing pictures of herself, and put the camera, her bra and her panties in the bag and deposit them in a specified empty locker. She'd followed his instructions to the letter. Everything had gone smoothly until she was getting dressed. That was when Miss Cori Goodman knocked on her office door. In her rush to get dressed and answer the door, Ms. Lee only got her white blouse partly tucked in. Further, she hadn't put the suit jacket on over the blouse. The result was that Miss Goodman got an eye full when the door finally swung open. The really interesting thing, though, was the visitor's reaction – a wide-eyed, open mouthed stare that rendered the young teacher effectively witless. She'd mumbled a quick apology and left hurriedly. "Anyway," Ms. Lee said to Brian. "She's acted very strange ever since. She avoids me when she can, and when she can't, she's as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date." Brian hesitated a moment, digesting this new information. "So what you're saying . . ." he started out, but she cut him off. "What I'm saying is that Cori Goodman has the hots for me. And unless I'm very much mistaken, I'd say she tends to be on the submissive side. What if I were to seduce her and deliver her to you on a silver platter. Would that solve your problem?" A broad smile crossed Brian's lips as he took the principal in his arms. "Yes, I think that would solve the problem nicely." * * * It was almost 7:00 PM that Friday evening as Ms. Lee paced the floor, anxiously awaiting her prey. She thought back to earlier that day, to the look on Cori's face when she'd told her that she wanted her to come by her house that evening so they could address the tension between them. She laughed. The poor woman had no idea what was about to hit her. * * * Cori arrived at Ms. Lee's house a few minutes early. When she slowed in front of the house, however, her nerves got the better of her and she sped up, taking an extra lap around the block to calm herself. She was more successful the second time around. Although still very nervous, she did manage to stop the car, get out and start the long, nerve-wracking walk up the driveway. She was an absolute wreck, and she knew it. She'd had a thing for Ms. Lee since the first day she'd seen her, roughly a year and a half earlier. And it didn't even make sense! Sure she'd been with women before, but it'd never been anything serious. At least it hadn't been before Ms. Lee came along. She'd tried to analyze it, but without success. Maybe it was the way Ms. Lee carried herself. Maybe it was her obvious self confidence. Maybe it was the way she always seemed to be in control of things. Or maybe it was just her body. Every time she thought about her boss's body her legs turned to rubber and her stomach started to churn. It was, after all, a beautiful body; so different than her own. It was the body that Cori had always wished she'd had. Where Cori stood 5'5" tall, Virginia rose to a beautiful 5'8". While they both had long, full hair, Virginia's was a beautiful, wavy blonde, far superior to her own dreary brunette locks. But mostly it was her breasts. They were magnificent things, proudly filling out any outfit – making even an ordinary top look sexy. Even though her B-cups seemed the perfect fit for her own body, in her mind they paled in comparison to Virginia's stately orbs. And then there was that day last month when the principal opened her office door and those beautiful mounds of braless sex were standing out so brazenly within that white, nearly see-through blouse . . . * * * The knock at the front door startled Ms. Lee. She'd been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she hadn't heard the car pull up. She turned to the mirror, one final check to ensure that everything was just right. The pale blue dress looked striking on her. It was short, coming to barely mid thigh. It tied behind the neck, just above a slightly plunging back. It outlined her figure magnificently, but without being tight or clingy. The plunging neck line made it obvious there was no bra. In point of fact, the dress was absolutely the only thing she had on. She turned and reached for the door. Cori's jaw dropped noticeably as the door swung open and the principal came into view. In hindsight, that was the moment of her surrender. She hadn't even entered the house – not a single word had been exchanged. Even so, as she stood before the bare-footed animal before her, the fate of the evening had already been cast in stone. And she didn't have a clue. "I didn't know I was supposed to dress up," she finally managed to stammer, referring to Ms. Lee's dress versus her own blue jeans and tank top. But Virginia only laughed lightly, took the younger teacher by the hand and pulled her inside. "I'll take your jacket," she said as she closed the door. She hung the jacked in the closet and turned back to her guest. "You look like you could use some wine." And without waiting for a response she placed her hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the kitchen. "Would you mind doing the honors?" she said as they entered the kitchen. Cori nodded her head, still fighting for control. She spotted the open bottle of red wine on the counter alongside two glasses. She crossed the room and nervously poured two drinks. When she turned around, Virginia was barely a foot away. "You startled me," she said, extending a glass to the woman. Ms. Lee took the glass and raised it to her lips. Without taking her eyes off Miss Goodman, Virginia took a small sip, lowering the glass before turning and starting towards the living room. Just before exiting the kitchen, she turned her head. "Are you coming?" she asked. Cori managed to nod her head uncertainly. Once in the living room, the hostess set her glass down on an end table and picked up a remote control. A moment later soft jazz was filling the room. She took the wine from Miss Goodman's hand, setting it on the end table beside her own. Then she took both of her hands and led her to the middle of the floor. "Dance with me," she whispered as she pulled her close. For a brief moment, the young teacher resisted. "But I thought you wanted to talk about the tension between us," she managed to say. Virginia laughed lightly. "I never said anything about talking." And as she pulled her slowly into her arms, she could feel her resistance falling by the wayside. For a while they stood nearly still, swaying ever so slightly to the sounds that filtered through the air. Ms. Lee ran her hands lightly across Cori's back with one hand while her other hand held her close. And they continued to sway. Putting her arms around the principal's back had been one of the most difficult things Cori Goodman had ever done. It was no longer about nerves, and it was no longer about resistance. After all, she'd known what was happening since the moment the front door first swung open. If resistance had truly been an option, she'd have been long gone by now. What it was about was fear. Here she stood in the arms of the woman she'd been dreaming about and she was scared to death. Scared that this was somehow just a cruel joke; scared that, despite all the evidence, she'd somehow gotten it wrong; scared that someone would pinch her and she'd wake to find it was all just a dream. But all her fear fell by the wayside when Ms. Lee turned her head and lowered those beautiful lips to her own. The kiss that ensued started out soft and slow. But as their bodies melded more and more together, the kiss grew hotter and hotter. Cori could feel her dream pressing against her as her own arms clung desperately to Virginia's back. And the kiss continued as all pretenses at dancing fell by the wayside. After forever had come and gone, Cori felt hands on the bottom of her tank top. She broke the kiss reluctantly and looked into Virginia's eyes. A moment later her hands were raised and the top was sliding easily over her head, revealing a lacy red bra. For the briefest of moments, they stood there, unable to tear their eyes from each other. Finally, Ms. Lee reached out and ran her fingers lightly over Cori's checks and neck. Then she withdrew her hands and lowered herself to her knees. Her hands moved to each of Cori's shoes in turn and untied the laces. A hand to the back of the thigh was her guest's cue to raise each foot so the shoe and sock could be removed. Once barefoot, the hostess's hand slid slowly up the front of her legs, straying slightly as they neared her center, then continuing upward until they reached the belt. Before the young teacher could even begin to calm her pounding heart, she was lifting her feet as the jeans were slid free. And when the hand slid up against the crotch of her damp panties, she grabbed her conqueror's head for stability and moaned. She thought she was going to cum right then, but Virginia sensed her excitement and withdrew quickly. She then rose to her feet and backed away just enough to look at her handiwork. "Very nice," she said softly. "Very nice indeed." And then she took the teacher in her arms once again. As they melted into each others arms, Cori allowed her hands to slide up Virginia's shoulders and begin fidgeting with the tie at the back of her neck. Before she could untie it, however, Virginia intercepted her hands and pulled them to her sides. The principal then ran her fingers slowly through the teacher's hair and smiled. "Not yet," she said, shaking her head slowly. "I'm afraid this is as far as we can go without my master's blessing." It took a moment, but slowly a look of disbelief crept across Cori's face. "Your master?" she finally managed to ask. Ms. Lee didn't answer, instead putting her hands on each side of Cori's face and pulling their lips together once again. For a moment Cori's confused lips failed to respond. Gradually, however, they gave in to the persistent little pecks and nibbles of the older woman. It was a soft kiss, a tender kiss, and this time it stayed that way. Finally, Ms. Lee pushed her away and allowed her hands to slide down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her sides. With both hands firmly on Cori's sides, Virginia spoke. "It's up to you," she whispered as she slowly turned the young teacher around. It took a moment for her arms to react to the shock that raced through her body as she took in the sight of Brian Bitner. When her arms finally did react, one tried to cover her breasts, while the other sought out her crotch as she involuntarily backed into the principal's arms. An instant later she felt Ms. Lee's arms wrapping themselves around her as her lips moved closer to her ears. "Relax," the principal said in a soft, soothing voice. "Everything's okay." As she spoke, her hands were wandering gently, reassuringly over her body. They stayed like that for some time, the teacher's eyes riveted on her student while the principal whispered sweet nothings into her ears. As Virginia continued to nibble lightly on Cori's ear lobe, she gently pulled her hands to her sides, fully revealing Cori's bra and panties. Slowly, she began massaging her breasts and pussy while she ground her pelvis into Cori's ass. It wasn't long before she felt her soon to be lover's body beginning to respond. It was then that Brian finally stepped close to his teacher. He reached out his hands to touch her face, and her eyes went shut. "Open your eyes and look at me," he said softly. It took a moment, along with a gentle stroke of her cheek by Virginia, for Cori to obey. "You are here of your own free will and are free to leave if you wish. Do you understand that?" She nodded her head. "Say it," he retorted softly, yet firmly. "Yes, I understand." "If you stay, then you – just like Ms. Lee – will belong to me." He paused for effect. "Do you understand that?" "Yes," she said meekly, trying to avert her eyes. "Yes, what?" he demanded, drawing her eyes back with the force of his voice. Up until this very moment, Miss Cori Goodman's fate was in her own hands. Up until this point, she'd done little or nothing worthy of blackmail. And up until this point, she could still walk away with complete control of her life. Her young student had even told her she was free to leave. But she didn't leave. Truthfully, she never really gave that option much consideration. 'What kind of a slut am I,' she screamed silently. 'Has this woman made me so crazy that I'd risk everything just to get laid?' In the weeks and months to come, Cori Goodman would look back at this moment and wonder; if she had known about the sexual adventures, the humiliation and pain that lie before her, could she have found the strength to walk away? Somehow, she didn't think so. She took a deep breath and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "Yes, sir," she said at last in a barely audible voice. "I understand that if I stay I will belong to you." Brian smiled and allowed his fingers to slide down Cori's chest. He turned towards Virginia and nodded his head. Cori could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the principal's hands slid to the back of her bra and freed the clasp. And then, with his eyes glued once again to hers, Brian's hands moved deftly to her straps and slid them down her shoulder. For a moment, nobody spoke and nobody moved. Cori could feel her student's eyes boring down on her chest as she stood there, waiting. Finally, she felt his fingers brush lightly over her nipples, sending shivers throughout her body. But it wasn't until he took them in his fingers and began twirling them lightly that she opened her eyes. Their eyes met briefly before he lowered his to her chest. "You have very pretty breasts," he said. When she didn't immediately respond, he raised his eyes questioningly. "Thank you, sir," she said at last. He smiled his approval. He then took her tits in the palm of his hands and began massaging them, kneading them. This time she heard a low guttural moan coming from her own throat as her eyes once again fell shut. She stood there, head swimming, as her student massaged her breasts. She was very much aware of Ms. Lee kneeling behind her, sliding her panties down her legs. As soon as her panties hit the floor, her young master's right hand abandoned her chest in favor of her pussy. As his fingers slid easily into her already flowing pussy, Virginia's hands began massaging her cheeks. Cori groaned, reaching for Brian's shoulders for support. And as she ground her womanhood against his fingers, gyrating herself against him, her moans got louder and her orgasm neared. But suddenly, his hands were gone. A moment later Ms. Lee's were also withdrawn. Cori opened her eyes. "Please," she begged softly. "Please don't stop." But Brian took a step back, crossed his arms across his chest and smiled, while Virginia leaned against her and whispered into her ear. "Isn't he gorgeous?" There was no answer. Virginia allowed her hands to dance teasingly across the naked breasts. "You know you want him. Admit it." In an almost imperceptible movement, she nodded. Virginia smiled slightly. "I'm trying to help you. But you have to trust me. You do trust me, don't you?" Cori turned her head just enough to see the principal's face. Somehow, even after everything that had already transpired, trusting the older woman seemed like the only option. She nodded her head. "Look at him. He really is gorgeous, isn't he?" "Yes," Cori gasped in response as Virginia's hand wandered down to her pussy. With one hand brushing across her breasts and the other stroking her clit, Ms. Lee held the dazed and confused woman in her arms. After a moment, she released her. "Go to him." With her head awash in confusion and her body alive with lust, Miss Goodman stood there. She knew she would go to him, but that first step was so difficult. Finally, after a deep breath to calm her nerves, she moved forward. She stepped in front of him and stopped. And then slowly, the naked teacher extended her hands towards her student's chest. She touched his chest lightly, tentatively. Once again, Ms. Lee was right behind her. "Do it," she urged. "Do it." After more hesitation, Cori took hold of the bottom of Brian's tee-shirt, pulling it upwards as the young man lifted his arms. "Excellent," Virginia said triumphantly. She put her hand on Cori's shoulders and exerted a light downward pressure. With no further prompting, Cori lowered herself to her knees. Virginia knelt beside the young teacher, her hand stroking her naked back. "Do it," she whispered. Cori watched as her hands, seemingly with a mind of their own, moved slowly towards the young grappler. They hooked inside the waist of his sweat pants and, after an almost imperceptible hesitation, began sliding both the pants and briefs over his hips. When his beautiful, fat cock sprung free, she stopped, unable to do anything but stare at his erect tool. She stared, unmoving, for several seconds before Virginia leaned in once again. "Finish it," she whispered. A moment later Brian was stepping out of the garments and kicking them aside. Virginia kept on her, pressing her body against Cori's side and letting her hands wander over the naked body. "Take it," she whispered. "Stroke that gorgeous young cock. Fondle his balls. Suck him off." Then her hand grabbed the teacher's chin and turned the face towards her. "Make your Master proud." There was a look of total lust in Miss Goodman's eyes as she turned back to her student and reached for his manhood. She ran her fingers slowly along the side of his meat with one hand, while the other hand reached for his balls. And with each passing moment, her hunger grew. "Do it," Virginia urged as her hand cupped a bare breast and squeezed. Even as the words were leaving the principals lips, the teacher was leaning forward and guiding the pulsing cock to her lips. And as Virginia's hand abandoned her breasts, Cori started bobbing her head on the beautiful thickness while her hands continued coddling his balls. School Daze Ch. 02 She felt his hands on her head as his body began to tense. She picked up the pace, oblivious now to everything except pleasing the cock that was filling her mouth. "Yes!" Virginia hissed in encouragement. "He's ready. Make him cum in your mouth." With that, Brian's hand grabbed hold of Cori's hair as he thrust himself into her. Soon he was emptying his sperm into her mouth, holding her head still while he filled her throat. When he finally freed her, Cori pulled away. She looked up at her young master and smiled, the look on his face telling her everything she needed to know. And then she turned to Virginia. Without hesitation she threw herself at the older woman, forcing the principal onto her back on the floor with Cori lying between her widespread legs. The two women quickly threw their lips together, their tongues shooting back and forth, sharing the fruits of the teacher's efforts. And as they writhed together, Cori's hands moved to untie the strap behind Virginia's neck. This time, nobody stopped her. As the strap came free, Cori broke the kiss. There was a hunger in her eyes as she slid the top of the dress down the chest, finally revealing the magnificent orbs she'd dreamed about. For several seconds she just lay there, staring at the rising and falling breasts. And then she attacked. She threw her hands and mouth at those beautiful breasts, massaging them while her tongue began bathing the nipples. The tongue bath soon grew to light nibbles on the excited nipples, and then to something harder than mere playful nips. The massages, meanwhile, were progressing to firm squeezes and chest mashes. Through it all, Ms. Lee was squirming and writhing beneath her as her dress rode further and further up her legs until finally, the two women were pressing their naked pussies together. Cori slid down Virginia's body until she was on her knees and perched above the vortex of those beautiful legs. She quickly pushed the unwanted dress further up Virginia's torso, leaving the principal totally revealed. And then she lowered her mouth to her clit. Virginia squirmed as Cori's tongue danced across her clit. She reached down, grabbing her head to hold her in place, all the while moaning as she arched her pelvis towards the mouth. And when the finger slid in her pussy, she nearly lost it. She knew her release was imminent. Cori had become so engrossed in the culmination of her fantasy that she'd put Brian totally out of her mind. For the moment it was her and Virginia, lovers at last. When she felt a hand on her hip and a cock pressing against her pussy lips, it all came back. But it wasn't Brian Bitner, a High School senior about to commit an immoral act that came rushing into her mind, it was Brian Bitner, her master, about to take liberties with what was rightfully his. She pressed herself against him and awaited his pleasure. When he thrust his cock into her, she gasped, her mouth coming free of Virginia's clit as she nearly lost her balance, which in turn caused Virginia to gasp as she grabbed the head and pulled it back to her clit. Cori struggled to maintain her presence between her two lovers as one assaulted her pussy with his cock while the other held her head against that throbbing clit. It was a struggle she couldn't win as all sanity vanished from her world, leaving her as little more than an orgasm waiting to happen. But it was Virginia who came first, bucking her body from the floor as that oh so familiar feeling swept through her body. Cori was right behind her as a climax the likes of which she'd never experienced crashed through her body. She felt Brian's body going tense moments later, seconds before his sperm began shooting into her love canal. And then she collapsed onto Virginia's chest. * * * She hadn't really passed out. She'd just lost all interest in anything except the pleasure that was gradually fading from her body and the softness of the breasts she was snuggling on. She'd heard some commotion, but paid it no heed. So when she finally rolled off of Virginia's body – at Virginia's prompting – and onto her own back, she was surprised to be looking up at a fully dressed Brian Bitner. When she saw Ms. Lee climbing to her feet, pushing the unwanted dress that still adorned her waist the rest of the way off, she still made no move to stand up. She was vaguely aware of Brian smiling down at her, telling her to have fun, and that he'd see her tomorrow. A slight smile was the best answer she could come up with as he bent over to give her right nipple a little pinch before turning and walking away. * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 03 School Daze: Chapter 3, Going Solo The story School Daze contains chapters one and two Of the adventures of our three friends. If you haven’t read them you may want to do that first. Erin was waiting for me when I arrived at our first class at eight o’clock the next morning. We both greeted each other with shit-eating grins while she gently grabbed my arm and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Good morning" I greeted If the memories of last night were not vivid enough, seeing Erin and getting a whiff of her perfume made my mental pictures even stronger. "Good morning, is that all you can say. I thought after last nigh this morning might be a little better than good." She said with a sly smile on her face. "No, your right it’s a fantastic morning. The sun is out, the air is fresh, you’re here and it is Friday." We walked into class and sat next to each other and suffered through the first class of the day. This first class of the day was turning out to be a real dud and I made a mental note to make sure I was well caffeinated in the future. We both got through the anatomy class and quiz in the next session. I look over at Erin during the quiz and couldn’t help but notice a smirk on her face as she labeled the diagrams of the male genitalia. I hooked up with Erin after class. Human sexuality class only met two days a week so there was no class today. This also meant no Amanda today also. Erin and I got some coffee and sat down on the lawn near an open grassy area. " You sped right through the quiz, no problems with the male anatomy eh." I teased her. "No, I had a good study session last night. How about you, any problems with the quiz?" "No, the material was still petty vivid in my mind." I tried to talk Erin into a "study session" over the weekend but, I was informed that her parents were in town visiting and studying would be on hold. "Anyway, Thursday is our designated study night. We can’t break our agreement so soon. And remember no "studying" by yourself, you have to study with the group." "Thursday! I don’t know if I can hold off until Thursday, I may explode." "Just see that you do. It’s not going to be a walk in the park for me either." Erin quipped back. "Ok then, Thursday it is." I said as I started to get up. "Have a good weekend with your folks and give Amanda a hug for me." "Will do, and have a good weekend yourself. See ya Monday." Erin stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek and with her free hand gave my crotch a little squeeze. "And remember, no studying alone." Erin walked off and I felt the lingering of her little crotch squeezing I could feel myself start to get hard again. No doubt about it, this was going to be a long week. Everywhere I went that weekend, something reminded me of sex. Not that I don’t think about sex all the time anyway, but not being able to find any relief magnified every little encounter. First was the sweet little thing in the tank top in front of me at the convenient store getting some beer. No bra with perky nipples straining at the fabric of her cotton tank top with short shorts crawling up the crack of her ass. She dropped her change, I’m sure on purpose, giving me a great view down the top of her shirt as she bent down to get it. I was looking right down her top as she was looking me straight in the eye. I was busted. Knowing she gave me an eye full she smiled as she glanced at my crotch to see if she got her desired effect. She did. Saturday afternoon I went to the library to do some real studying. I settled down at a table in a quiet section and spread out my stuff. It was still early in the semester and the building was all but empty. No one studies this early in the semester. They usually wait until its time to cram. The only other person around was this pretty little redhead sitting at a table about twenty feet away. Whenever I go to the library, I like to find a spot near a pretty little something. That way I can let my mind wander when I need a break. From where I was sitting I could see under her table and had a good view of her legs and the area that was being hidden by her short little tennis skirt. When she readjusted her self and uncrossed her legs I could see a little further up her skirt. The longer we studied the higher her skirt rose. I tried not to stare but I was sure she caught me glancing now and then. Before I knew it, I started to feel that stirring in my pants. Finding it difficult to get comfortable I kept fidgeting in my chair trying to find a position to revealing the stress in my shorts. Sensing my discomfort, my little friend kept the pressure on, letting the skirt rise even more letting her red and white checked cotton panties come into view. As my eyes strayed from my work we would occasionally catch each others eye. She would give me a little smile, return to her work and let her legs spread a little further apart. Not being able to take much more of this excitement, I decided to head to the gym to burn off some frustration. I worked on the heavy bag for about thirty minutes and got in six rounds of sparing. This is an intense workout and drains ones energy. Usually after a work like this it is difficult to get an erection until I have a few hours to recover. After a shower and change of gear I headed home. Walking up the stairs to my little second floor apartment I met my neighbor Cindy on her way down. Cindy is a dizzy little blond that lives with her boyfriend and is always teasing just about anything in pants. The staircase isn’t wide enough for to way traffic so we had to turn a little sideways to let each other pass. As we passed Cindy got right up next to me and let her breast brush across my chest as we passed. "Excuse me. I apologized as she brushed against me." She didn’t say a word. She just looked back, winked and went on her way. Damn, I was hard again. The next day wasn’t any better. Every time I saw a tight little body I would feel my cock start to stir. My nocturnal erection took on new meaning. I would find myself stoking my erection in my sleep and wake up with a hard-on that could drill through granite. I was so horny the crack of dawn wasn’t safe. Monday morning finally came at last. I ran into Erin outside our first class. "Have you been a good boy?" she asked. "I have and it hasn’t been easy. As a matter of fact, I had a wet dream last night. I don’t think that breaks our little convenient does it?" "I guess not, I guess there is any thing you can do about what happens when you’re asleep. You were really asleep right?" "Scouts honor" "How about you, have you been able to refrain?" "I have, but I have to admit, I‘m having erotic dreams" I sat next to Erin for the first two classes and managed not to cum in m pants as I took in the aroma of her perfume and recalled her naked body on the dinning room table. Amanda was there waiting for us when we walked into Human Sexuality class. it was a joy to also see her smiling face and tight little body. I sat with the girls on either side of me and I sort of felt like Hugh Hefner. Erin leaned across me and told Amanda about my wet dream and she smiled. Pam entered the class, dropped a small pile of notes on the lectern, and addressed the class. " When it comes to masturbation there are two kinds of people, those who do it, and those who lie about it." Pam had a way of addressing what was sure to be a delicate discussion with a little humor to break the ice. "Let’s start our discussion today with reasons why masturbation is better than sex." She looked right at me. "Since you’re the only male left in the class, why don’t you start us off" I briefly looked around and saw that the only other guy was absent and assumed that he dropped the class (which I found out later to be true). I have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous. Some twenty odd pairs of female eyes looking at me to open up the discussion on a very personal subject. After all only two of these ladies had actually watched me masturbate. I thought I might try to play off Pam’s opening remark. With as innocent a face as I could muster, I said. "I don’t know what your talking about, I don’t masturbate . . . ’ Pam laughed and shot back at me "You lie like a rug" The class let out a roar of laughter. "Ok," I started out again."How about you don’t have to wait for your partner to be in the mood." "Good start, anyone else want to chime in" After a few seconds someone said. "You can’t get pregnant" That was followed with "You can’t get a disease" Then they started coming from all corners of the room. "Relieves boredom" "Its relaxing" "You always get to orgasm" "Helps you sleep" "You don’t have to worry about your partner" Pam jumped in." We have a lot of good reasoning here. Let’s look at a few of these in more detail. Let’s look at the health benefits first. Society is obsessed with sex, but we don’t see the headlines "Study Shows Daily Masturbation Reduces Stress, Invigorates Heart, and Prolongs Life." It's just another example of the taboo clothing this simple sexual activity, because all of that is true!" "Next to running, masturbation is my favorite way to clear my brain. I take that back, I prefer masturbation to running. It is not as nearly as hard on the knees." She continued. "People have been obsessing for so long over the mythological health risks of masturbation that they don't stop to think about the numerous benefits. Not only dose it relieve stress, it helps you sleep , keeps your pelvic muscles toned, it's a good cardiovascular workout, and it's probably good for your complexion! What's more, this simple act of taking responsibility for your sexual needs is bound to improve self-esteem and self-confidence." "Every time you masturbate you're asserting your identity as a sexual person. Masturbation is sex. If you believe you're only being sexual when you're with a partner, you're missing out on an entirely satisfying, fulfilling aspect or your sexual self." "When you masturbate you actively cast off those repressive Victorian attitudes about sex instilled in you by parents, teachers, clergy, politicians, and the media. You're not going to go blind; you aren’t going to grow hair on your palms, you aren't "wasting your seed"; you're not frigid; you aren't being punished, you won't get a disease. You're celebrating your sexuality and practicing safe sex. Give yourself a hand, literally. Believe me those repressive thoughts have sent more than one person into therapy. "What better way to learn about your anatomy and sexual responsiveness than by masturbating? We are all unique sexual beings, and masturbation will teach you just what type of stimulation feels good where. We don’t have buttons that you can just push. Each of us has their own idea of what they need and feel. With this knowledge, you can explore and experiment sexually, with by yourself or with a partner." "Alone, you're responsible only for your own pleasure, so you're free to go as slowly or as quickly as you like. You're more likely to give yourself the time and permission to practice until something works for you. Once you've discovered the secrets of success, you can approach partner sex with more confidence." "Ok, she paused, let’s get a little graphic here. I have found that having a good open talk about masturbation can break down the barriers in the class and will provide for good open discussion for the rest of the semester. So it’s time to tell our masturbation stories. I’ll break the ice and go first." "What works best for me is direct clitoral stimulation. I will wet my fingers from my mouth, from between my legs or with a product, such as K-Y liquid or massage oil. Then I use the first two fingers of both hands to spread the skin a little, the others to stroke. It is fabulous to begin stroking the center of my clitoris, then while continuing the strokes, move them around, then down, below the center of greatest sensitivity, every now and then bringing them stroking right back into the center, up onto the hardest part, then as orgasm approaches, back down . . . repeating this several times. What it amounts to is a self-tease of sorts and makes the resultant orgasm wonderfully intense. Watching with a mirror close up makes it even more fabulous. I just have to be careful not to come too quick, or the intensity of the orgasm is too very reduced." I was mesmerize by her talk and I wasn’t the only one the whole class was waiting on every word. By the time she was half way through her description I was hard as steel. I don’t think I was the only one she was having this effect on because although, we all hanging on every word I noticed a lot of the ladies were starting to fidget in their seats. Erin and Amanda included. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful sexy lady was openly talking about her most privet moments in front of the class. "I’m not opposed to using toys now and again, but that is a different story. Enough about me let’s talk about you. Who wants to go next?" The class was silent everyone’s eyes were roaming around the room wondering if anyone would speak up. "Come on now," Pam replied o the silence. " I have opened myself up here who’s next?" I couldn’t believe it when a voice next to me started to speak up. "I like to use a string of beads . . . " Amanda started confidently, . . . the ones you wear around you neck . . . like from Mardi gras. I like to Pull the beads back and forth so one strand is on either side on my clit. If I’m not wet yet this can be kind of painful so I my need to lubricate them a bit first. The orgasm feels so incredible! And if I insert my fingers and stimulate my G-spot when I am about to orgasm, I’ll squirt a little when I orgasm. I used to be embarrassed about squirting, you know, because I thought it was urine, but I recently was convinced it’s not urine just a great orgasm. "A squirter, great! You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Pam remarked, "we will talk more about female ejaculation at our next meeting. Ok, who’s next to tell us a story." The room continued to be silent. "I think the ladies are a bit apprehensive to talk around a guy. Perhaps if you would tell us how you like to masturbate it may help things a long." Pam said looking right at me. She took a seat on one of the desk tops waiting for me to start. I started slowly and a bit hesitant. "Sometimes I will start by just letting my finger tips run along the underside of my penis when I first start touching myself, I’m really sensitive there. Then I may use some lubricant, hand lotion usually. I will make a circle with my thumb and forefinger and start sliding it up and down slowly. Then I will place one or both hands around my penis, and stroke up and down along the shaft. I also enjoy encircling the head of the penis with each stroke sometimes I will use the other hand to massaging my balls . . . excuse me, my testicles. I like to take my time. The longer I can hold off the more intense the orgasm." "Do you use any porn to help you along?" Pam asked. "Sometimes, but I have a very vivid imagination. I may just think about sexual situation ones from my past or just fantasize sometimes it’s a little weird but, I like to think about how a woman smells, it is a real turn on for me." "That’s not weird, smell can be a powerful turn on. What about toys, ever use any?" "Well. only a couple of times. One time I used a girlfriends vibrator along the side of my penis. And then there is always the shower massage." "Thank you for sharing with us. Next" A voice from the back of the room started up. It was the red headed girl from the library on Saturday. I hadn’t noticed her in the class before with Erin and Amanda monopolizing my attention. "I read erotic stories. I start to rock back and forth, the seam of my pants rubbing my self though my panties. Then I go to my bedroom and rub my breasts with some lotion. My nipples get so hard perk right up. By now, I'm too wet and turned to prolong anything. I lay face down on my body pillow on my bed and rub my hard clit in small flicking motions. I cum so hard sometimes, one time my next door neighbor called to complain. I'm in a duplex and his room is right through my wall, I told him it was just the TV." "That’s great. I like to read erotic stories too." Pam remarked. "Let’s hear another." With every story I got harder. I was starting to think that the ladies were starting to enjoy the effect they were having on me, but I wasn’t alone I was sure I got a whiff of female excitement. Erin decided it was her turn. I start in the shower. I like to get all slippery with soap and rub myself everywhere. Once I get really turned on, I will dry off and lay on my bed. I take my index finger and slowly begin to stroke my clit. Then take out my red gel vibrator , place it directly on my clit, and start off slow. As the vibrator hums against it, I can feel it pulse -- kind of like my heart beating. Thud-thud, thud-thud . . . Then I move the vibrator around, until I hit what I call the "sweet spot." This is the spot on my clit that, when I put the vibrator against it, the throbbing really begins. I then lay back, and pinch my nipples. Then I let the vibrator slip inside me and start to rub my clit with my other hand. The pressure against my clit begins to build until I suddenly feel myself go over the edge. "Another great technique." Pam announced." If any of you ladies out there don’t have a vibrator, I suggest you don’t hesitate and go out and get one." "And one more thing" Erin replied. "I liked to be watched." When she said that I about came in my pants. Pam announced that class was over for the day. And we could pick up on this theme next time. When I got up from my desk my erection had still not subsided I could even feel a wet spot form the pre-cum I was starting to leak. As I walk past Pam, I could tell she notices the lump in my levies. "Enjoy the class?" She asked. "Yea, never been to one like it." Erin and Amanda were waiting for me outside the building. Both of them were staring at my crotch without even trying to avert their eyes. "Looks like class an effect on you." Amanda remarked. "Tell me your panties didn’t get a little damp in there today." "Actually, they are drenched and my nipples are as hard as bullets too. I don’t think I can make to Thursday." "I don’t either," Erin jumped in." Let’s meet tonight at our place. How about eight." "Make it seven." I said. "Ok, seven it is. Right now Amanda and I have a little shopping to do. Would you believe she doesn’t have a vibrator?" " I wouldn’t have expected that." " I just never felt the need. I have always been able to have great orgasms without one." "If you get Amanda a vibrator we, may not see she for a week. She will just lock herself in the bedroom until the batteries need to be replaced." "Oh, you well see me. I’ll just do it the livingroom. I enjoy being watched too." She joked. " Let me go with you. It will be fun helping you pick out your first vibrator. Make sure you get the extra long life batteries." We hopped into my truck and headed downtown to a little lingerie and novelty shop that Erin knows. On the way down Erin was telling us the "ins and outs" of different vibrators she has had. Apparently sweet little innocent Erin has had some experience with battery operated toys and has even worn out a few. The shop was tastefully arranged with some high quality garments. Off to one side by no means hidden was the toy section. To our surprise two other of our classmates were already there looking over the merchandise. Erin was in her zone showing Amanda and me the different devices. Big ones, lip stick size one, penis shaped, rocket shaped, egg shaped. All sizes and colors. Amanda decided on a slim ( C battery ) pink rocket style, very feminine looking one. At the cash register we got some batteries and checked out. Amanda started to retrieve a credit card from her purse, but Erin and I wouldn’t let her pay for it. We split the cost between us stating it would be an honor to be allowed to present her with the gift. School Daze Ch. 03 Chapter Three – Teacher's Surrender Cori Goodman arrived home at 11:00 AM after spending the night with Virginia Lee, the school principal where she taught. It had truly been an unbelievable evening. It'd all started yesterday at school when she received her invitation to Ms. Lee's house. At the time she'd viewed it more as an official summons than anything else. After all, there'd been some obvious tension – sexual tension, from Cori's perspective – between the two women. Cori had no doubt this would be her official 'dressing down.' In a sense that's exactly what it was. But it got complicated when Virginia introduced another lover to the game – her master. Besides being the principal's master, he was also a senior at their school and one of Cori's English Lit students. There was no way Ms. Lee should have been in that relationship and certainly no way Cori could allow herself to fall into the same trap. But Virginia was in that relationship and Cori did, indeed, fall into the very same trap. Now it was the morning after and time to reflect; to reflect and to stop this nonsense before it got out of hand! "My God, woman, what were you thinking!" she shouted out loud to her empty house. "You've risked everything! This has got to stop!" Funny, but she'd actually had tried to talk to Virginia about it this morning, but the Principal had side stepped each of her queries. Finally, as they kissed goodbye, Virginia ran her hands through her hair and smiled. 'Give it time,' she'd said. 'Give it time.' Cori made her way through the house and back to the bathroom. Even though she'd showered with Virginia earlier, she felt the need for a long, reflective soak. * * * It was 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Cori, dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a white cotton tank top with no bra, was sitting at the dining room table grading papers. 'Who could that be?' she thought as she rose and started for the door. She reached the door, looked through the peephole and froze. It was him! Brian Bitner, wrestler extraordinaire. And last night, at least, her Master. "No!" she hissed. He was not her master and she was going to make damn sure he knew it! So she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and pulled opened the door. "Come on in, Brian," she said without the usual niceties. "We need to talk." Without a word, or even a smile to betray his feelings, Brian entered the house. He set an envelope down on the small table beside the door and followed her into the house. While still in the foyer, she turned to face him. "About last night," she started out, a hint of nervous flutter in her voice. "Brian, it was one the most erotic nights of my life and I'll never forget it. But it can't happen again. You can see that, can't you?" But Brian didn't answer, leaving Miss Goodman to continue her oration unassisted. "I mean it's just not right. I could lose everything. And the damage it could do you is immeasurable." Still, Brian maintained his stoic silence. It occurred to Cori that just maybe, she wasn't getting through to the young man. "Brian, can you at least talk to me? It's hard to have an adult conversation if you won't at least say something." In answer, Brian took a small step towards her. 'Not the answer I was looking for,' Cori thought as she matched his step forward with a backward one of her own. "Brian, please say something," she said as he took another step towards her while she took another away. "I think you'd better leave now," she said, realizing that things were rapidly getting out of hand. She took another step backwards, this time bumping into the wall. He took a final step forward, and the gap between them was gone "Please, Brian. We can't do this. It's not right," Cori pleaded. Her minded was screaming at her 'run – get out while you can!' But her body refused to move. He reached out and touched her cheek with his hand, sliding the hand to the back of her neck. As he leaned slightly forward and pulled her towards him, she tried again. "We can't . . . It's not right." But her voice was silenced as her mouth was covered by his. She stood there, eyes as big as head lights as he began covering her lips with soft, tender kisses. And while she didn't return his kisses, neither did she pull away. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak. She meant to tell him to stop, that it wasn't right and that he had to go. She had every intention of seizing control of the situation once and for all. But just as she opened her mouth he was on her again, and this time he had her. Her eyes closed instinctively as his lips covered hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. He pulled her hard against his body as she melted against him. But when she felt his hands moving to the bottom of her tank top, she broke the kiss and from somewhere, found the presence of mind to make one final attempt. "Please don't," she whispered, but they both knew the words were hollow. He hooked his thumbs under the front of her top and slowly slid it up her body. He slid it over her tummy and over her braless breasts before his thumbs reappeared through the opening at her neck. Finally, he stretched the top forward and slid it over her head and onto her back, leaving her totally bare in front with the tank top stretching from arm to arm behind her. While she was not exactly helpless, the top did restrict her movements enough to remind her just who was in charge. He reached for her breasts, noticing how erect her nipples were. And as he twirled them between his fingers, he leaned forward to kiss her again. This time she returned his kiss with a hunger he hadn't previously felt. She felt his hands abandon her nipples and drift down her stomach. Then she felt the snap of her jeans popping free and her zipper sliding down. When he released her from his kiss he knelt down, sliding her jeans and panties down her legs until they lay bunched up around her ankles. Still on his knees, he looked up at her. Shaking noticeably, she diverted her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. He smiled as he looked her over. He wasn't even allowing her the honor of being completely naked, choosing to leave her encumbered by the tank top that stretched behind her back and the blue jeans that were balled up around her ankles. Allowing her to be completely naked – in his mind, at least – would be paramount to allowing her some small sense of honor. And after all her talk, after her big speech about how they couldn't do this and about how wrong it was, he wasn't about to allow her any honor – at least not yet. He allowed himself a brief moment of reflection. 'But damn, she's hot,' he thought. 'This is sure going to make English Lit fun!' And that was something he never thought could happen! He reached out to stroke her thighs, stroking up the outside in a long, slow motion before sliding his hands back down. He slid them up again, this time diverting from her hips to her stomach, continuing upward until they covered her breasts. He squeezed them briefly before moving to the nipples, pulling and tugging on their extended tips. And then the hands retreated, sliding once again over her stomach and down the outside of her legs. The hands moved to the inside of her thighs, sliding their way gently to her center, where he slid two fingers from his right into her waiting pussy. She gasped, her knees nearly buckling. "My, but you're wet today, Miss Goodman. Is it something I've done?" She closed her eyes as his fingers slid in and out of her wetness, but said nothing. He allowed her a moment's enjoyment before withdrawing the fingers to her outer lips. "Now, let's talk about our relationship, shall we?" Her eyes popped open and she met his gaze with a desperate, if not puzzled, look. "Tell me," he said in a slightly softer than normal tone. "Who am I?" She hesitated, but not for as long as he'd expected. "You are my master." "Very good. And who are you?" This one seemed to puzzle her a bit, but after a moment's thought, she answered. "I am a slut." "That's true," he replied. "And you are also my slave. Do you understand that?" This time, there was no hesitation. "Yes sir. I am your slave." He rose to his feet until he was standing a mere inch or two in front of her, sliding his fingers to her clit as he did so. "And will you try to end it tomorrow, like you did today?" His tone was harsher than it'd been, more challenging. "No sir," the teacher responded quickly, the concern in her voice apparent. "Then just when will it end?" The question, also, perplexed her. 'When would it end?' she asked herself. She tried to analyze it quickly, like a teacher ought to be able to do, but the constant presence of his finger dancing across her clit was too distracting. Ultimately she found that pondering the question was distracting her from what was really important, her clit. "I don't know," she gasped. "Whenever you say." "Why Miss Goodman," Brian replied sarcastically. "That's exactly right. It will end when I say it ends, and not one minute sooner. Do you understand that?" "Yes sir, I understand." Then she moaned deeply as the pleasure from her love button grew. Before another minute had passed, he withdrew his hand and stepped back just enough to look around. He immediately found what he was looking for. He grabbed her roughly by her hair and pulled her away from the wall, turning her towards the living room in the process. She nearly tripped over the jeans that were still bunched up around her ankles. After giving her a brief moment to gather herself, he pushed her forward. The results were almost comical. Here was his teacher, a beautiful, sexy woman nearly ten years his senior, hopping along with her blue jeans around her ankles and her arms semi-constricted behind her back while he pushed her mercilessly forward by her hair. When he reached the end of a solid oak coffee table he stopped, spinning her so her back was to the table. "Don't move," he ordered as her released her hair. He moved to the side of the coffee table, picked up the glass figurine in the middle and moved it to a remote corner of the room. He then returned to the table and roughly swept the remaining papers and magazines to the floor, before moving back to face Miss Goodman. "Kick your pants aside," he said. She quickly removed her right leg from the pants and kicked them away with her left, more than willing to finally free herself of the anchor around her ankles. "Sit down," he ordered. She complied quickly, easing herself down to the table. "Now, lay back and spread your legs." Although this was a bit more awkward with her biceps strapped together by her top, she managed to comply. When she was finally in position, her forearms had some mobility, but her biceps were held tight to her side by her tank top. With no further fanfare, Brian looked down on his slave and began undoing his belt. He unsnapped and unzipped his pants, shoving them and his underwear down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began stroking it slowly. He said nothing as he stood over her, watching as her eyes were riveted to his meat. He held his position a moment more, enjoying the site of her naked body squirming anxiously atop the coffee table. When at last he lowered himself to his knees, they were both more than ready. When the tip of his cock touched her lips, Cori jumped. A million thoughts were racing through her head. But it was the thoughts that weren't present – guilt, doubt and remorse – that were the most surprising. Those thoughts, the ones that had so dominated her morning, were nowhere to be found. In their places were need, hunger and lust. Where yesterday evening's lust had been based on her desire for Virginia Lee and on the eroticism that sprung from the unexpected, today's lust was different. Today's lust was entirely for Brian Bitner and how he was dominating and humiliating her. And today she had no doubts at all about what she was doing. The next thing she knew, he was inside her, stroking in, then out, then in again as she grasped for the edge of the table. He held her hips, pulling her towards him to meet his thrusts as she rolled her head from side to side, gasping for breath as his thick meat continued its attack. It was no wonder she came as quick as she did, what with all he'd put her through. But even so, Brian wasn't finished. He slid his cock from her pussy, grabbed her legs and lifted them so they were perpendicular to her prone body and in front of his chest. He held them with his left hand while his right moved to guide his throbbing cock to the gates of her ass. The gasp that escaped her lips betrayed her sudden fear, just as her wide eyes provided proof that he was about to take something that no man had taken before – her ass! She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but as his tip eased into her, the mouth went shut. She bit her lower lip, wincing as he eased a bit further in. He withdrew from her slowly, but not quite all the way, before easing his way back inside. Somewhere in the mush that currently formed her mind, she was aware that for the first time that day, he was being gentle. But gentle or not, his impressive manhood was now fully within her ass. He paused, looking down on her with a smile. She was panting as she returned his look, staring at the young man who only yesterday had been her charge to guide and nurture so that he might someday become a functioning member of society. She couldn't help a wry smile between breaths. He certainly was functioning, there was no denying that. He eased his arm around her leg, his finger reaching her love button just as he began stroking his cock in and out of her forbidden hole. And with the waning glow from her first orgasm still ebbing through her body, he was at it again, this time working her clit in conjunction with his thrusts. He worked her slowly at first, only picking up the pace after she'd adjusted to his size. Before long he was pounding her mercilessly, leaving her gasping and writhing on the table while he cemented his absolute control over her. She finally sensed his body tensing up and his thrusts becoming jerkier as, once again, her body exploded in orgasm. * * * Brian hovered over her, his cock still in her ass as he leaned against the back of her legs. Slowly, he withdrew his meat and staggered to his feet. He reached down and pulled his pants up, raising the zipper and snapping the snap. There was a tired smile on his face when he spoke. "You are one amazing woman, Miss Goodman. I can't wait to share you with my friends." Cori's world was still in a state of confusion as these words, and their meaning, made their way through her brain. For a moment, her mind started to protest, but the words of protest never left her mouth. Instead, she answered with a weak, submissive smile. She knew he was serious. She also knew that she'd make him proud. He moved to the side of the coffee table, leaned over and eased his hand behind her neck. He lifted her up until she was in a seated position. He then grabbed the tank top that was stretched between her arms and slid it back over her head, leaving her properly covered once again – at least from the waist up. "I have to go now," he said. She rose and accompanied him to the front door where he picked up the envelope he'd previously deposited on the small table. He saw her looking questioningly at it, but she said nothing. They were pictures from the day before which he'd originally planned to blackmail her with. But as things developed, that hadn't been necessary. Now he was almost sorry he'd brought them at all. Still, she'd looked at the envelope curiously, and he felt it necessary to say something. "I brought these for you," he said. "As a remembrance of last night." It was true, at least as far as it went. She opened the envelope and withdrew the pictures, looking through them one by one. She finished without uttering a word and slid them back into the envelope. Then she reached down, pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it aside. She looked into his eyes, holding his stare, before lowering herself to her knees. "You do not need blackmail material to keep me in line, master," she said knowingly. "Simply withholding your beautiful cock will give you all the power you need." And she released the snap on his shorts and slid them down, before sliding his once again hard cock into her mouth. * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 03 The gal at the cash register was also a college student and was very nonchalant about three people buying one vibrator. "This is the third vibrator I’ve sold this morning. Pam must have given her lecture on masturbation this morning. I took the class last year. I bet I sold eight or nine that day." I dropped the girls off at their apartment, reminding Amanda not to try out her new toy until our study session tonight. Two more classes today, the last one ending at five. After the last class I headed back to my apartment to shower and change. I tried to have a light diner, but I found I was too horny and excited to think much about eating. At six-thirty I decided that I could take it anymore and hopped in the truck for the short five mile trip to the girl’s apartment. It took me twenty-five minutes to make the five mile trip thanks to some idiot on the freeway who decided to run his car into the median. No one was hurt, but everyone for miles had to slow down and look. I think that was his punishment for his deed, a visit from a state trooper and absorbing the wrath of all the commuters. Amanda opened the door wearing a shear white satin bathrobe. She had that fresh radiance of just emerging from her shower. Her blond hair hanging over her shoulder brushed, but still slightly damp. The bathrobe draped loosely over her shoulders gathered and tied at the waist and seemed to sling underneath her breasts. "Hi, your right on time," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. " I would have been here twenty minutes ago if it wasn’t for the traffic" I saw that the room had been prepared for our study session. The room was soft in the glow of candle light, with some indirect light coming from the kitchen. The couch and recliner had been turned in toward the coffee table in the center and covered with large bath towels. Three wine glasses and a bottle of wine sat on the table. Next to the bottle was Amanda’s purchase from earlier today along with Erin’s infamous red gel vibrator, a string of white pearl size beads, and a bottle of hand lotion. Amanda invited me to have a seat and poured me a glass of wine as I took my place on the couch. Just as I was about to take my first sip of wine the door from Erin’s bedroom opened and emerged. She had the same freshly washed radiance that Amanda had. Erin was also wearing a bathrobe, not a shear one but one of those fluffy Turkish types, but still just as sexy. I jokingly remarked at their freshly washed appearance. "So what did you two do shower togther?" Erin smiled. "It does save water you know." I didn’t think my cock could get any harder until the thought of these two beautiful ladies in the shower getting soaped up and slippery entered my mind. I swear I just about came right then. I could feel those pre-ejaculatory pulses starting at the base of my cock and had to concentrate to suppress them. "That’s right I remember, you do like to start off in the shower. Next time I want to join you." "That can be arranged." Amanda sat on the couch next to me and Erin took her place in the recliner as I pour each a glass. So, was Amanda a good girl? You didn’t start without me did you? No, we have both been good. And we are both very horny. "So what’s the plan" Erin started out. "The purpose of our little get-together is to do an in-depth study of human sexuality. To take the information from class and take it to the next level and beyond. I think we should start out by discussing our feelings about masturbation. I want to get into each others minds. I want to know how you feel about masturbation, how it can help you and what goes through your mind while your doing it." I started out. " Masturbation is great, some of the best orgasm I’ve ever had have been masturbating. Don’t get me wrong it won’t take the place of sex with a partner but it is different. When your just taking care of your self you can really treat your self like your partner wouldn’t know how. Face it I’m sure we have all had partners that just sort of show up or are just concerned with their own orgasm. Even when I’m in a relationship having regular sex I will still masturbate." Amanda agreed. "Sometimes the more sex I having the more I want. Often my partner won’t want it as much as I do or can’t do it as much as want to. Usually when a relationship starts were doing it like a couple of rabbits, three or four times a day. Then he will start to wear down while I still want more. And that’s if they know what they are doing. I hate it when you have to stop and give directions." "Most of my sexual experience has been with masturbation." Erin started to say. " I have had some boyfriends, but they are too high maintenance and I don’t have the time with school, and the sex with them hasn’t been too great. Last Thursday was actually the first time I have had an orgasm with a guy’s fingers in me. I imagine that someday I will get into a relationship with the right person at the right time and the sex will be great but in the mean time I can take care of myself. I appreciate what Pam said that masturbation is sex." ‘So Erin," I asked," When did you discover that you liked to be watched while you played with yourself?" "It was the last time we met. I have never experienced anything like it. I mean I was so turned on by watch you and when I got up on the table I felt so venerable. Just lying there naked with my legs spread wide for all to see. When I started rubbing myself, the sensitivity of the touch must have been magnified ten times and when you slipped your fingers inside me every muscle and nerve in my body must have fired at once." " I know, when your vaginal muscles started to contract I thought they were going to suck my whole hand in. Amber, when did you decide that you were an exhibitionist." "It was that same night. Catching you with your pants down was great and watching cum while I held your balls was even better. But then watching Erin there on the table was I don’t think I have ever seen anything so absolutely beautiful." "Thank you." Erin blushed. Amanda got up from her seat and walked around to where Erin was sitting leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "No, thank you." "Well" I added. "Watching you squirt will be a sight I will fantasize about for years to come." Erin replied. "I’m jealous. I want to squirt too." "Maybe we can work on that. " "Enough with the preliminaries," Erin continued. "I want to know what goes through your mind while your masturbating. And I don’t just want you to tell me. I want you to verbalize your thoughts while we watch you. " I guess then I am over dressed for this" I stood and kicked off my shoes and socks. and started to pull my shirt over my head. I was more than ready to get naked in front of these lovely ladies. " And don’t cum too quickly, make it last," Amanda said. I undid my bel and jeans and let the works fall to the floor. I now stood bare ass naked in front of these two gorgeous ladies with an erection that I could feel pulsating with each heart beat. "So what are you thinking?" Erin asked. "You used the word vulnerable earlier. That pretty much describes it right now and incredibly turned on." I sat back down on the couch and started to let my finger run up and down the underside of my cock."My cock is vary sensitive right now. This feels so good. " I let my mind wander into that blissful state where the sexual thoughts reside. " I’m thinking about the other night and how sexy your naked bodies looked up there on the table. I’m remembering how your breasts looked, your hard nipples and how much I wanted to kiss them and roll my tongue over them." Erin loosened the tie around her robe and pulled the top to the sides revealing the creamy white flesh of her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were as hard as they were the other night. She cupped each breast in her hands a let her fingers brush over her nipples. "So kiss my nipples do you? . Well you can look, but you can’t touch" Amanda was rubbing her breasts through the silky material of her sheer robe, her nipples straining against the material. Both ladies continued to rub their breasts while I stroked my cock. "I think you may need a little lubrication. Let’s see what we can do" Erin said as she reached for the bottle of lotion. Erin knelt between my legs with her face about a foot away from my cock, her breast still exposed lightly brushing the insides of my thighs. I held my cock at the head with my thumb and forefinger while she applied a bead of lotion from my urethra to my scrotum. Both ladies were transfixed on my cock as I continued to stroke my cock and let my hand encircled the head with each stroke. The lubrication enhanced the sensitivity of my strokes and was bringing me closer to the edge faster than I want to get there. "What are you thinking now?" "I’m remembering what your pussies looked like. The pink full lips, the wetness just dripping out of you. Thinking how much I would like to taste you and smell you." That was all the encouragement that Amanda needed to stand and let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. She was now naked, the candle light flickering off her warm skin. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Erin’s, capped with a light brown areola about an inch in diameter ending in a soft pink nipple pointing slightly upward. She sat in the crook of the couch and raised a foot to the seat opening her leg and letting me view her treasure. The light blond hair on her mons was barely visible in the glow of the candle light, the pink lips of her labia her full wet and inviting. Erin then stood and let her robe drop. Surprisingly she had on a pair of high cut cotton panties. Not because of modesty but it was part of her plan. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pushed them to the floor. She reached down and picked them up then tossed them to again land square in the chest. "Here, knock your self out, I hope these are wet enough for you." "They’re soaked" With my free hand I lifted them to my nose. I inhale deeply like I was holding the fragrant rose. The mixture of her sent with her perfume started as a warm glow in my head then spread down thru my chest as I continued to stroke my cock. Erin sat back down in the recliner and put her legs up over the arm rest and was spread wide open. Her hand drifted down towards her button and started to tackle herself. " Is this what you want to see? Or do you like the view from my backside?" She pushed the chair back into the reclined position and flipped over into the doggie position. She spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow giving me a great view of her little pink starfish and her dripping full lips. This was starting to become to much for me. I could feel my testicles start to draw up and the muscles at the base of my cock start to tighten in preparation for my eruption. I was close to the point of no return and needed to slow this down before it ended too soon. I squeezed the base of my cock trying to reverse the process. I felt a few twitches in my PC muscles but I was able to suppress my ejaculation. " I needed to slow down before I lose it. " I said trying to catch my breath and regain my composure." Erin, you look like you’re in the mood. Take us on a tour of your dirty little mind." Erin sat there in the recliner and started to let her fingers dip between her legs as she started her story. "Last summer I took a drive up north, by my self, I just got out of one of those relationships I was telling you about. I ended up out in the farm country and stopped for the night a bed and breakfast converted from an old farm house. I had a wonderful brass bed with big French doors leading out to a privet deck. I took a shower to wash off the road grime as a late afternoon thunder storm moved in. I walked out onto the deck with just a towel wrapped around me and could feel the breeze start to pick up. The fields had that smell of the impending rain. I laid down in a deck chair and let the towel fall to the sides. The rain started, it was cold at first but refreshing. I started to massage the rain drops into my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold at first, then hard from my excitement. " Erin picked up the red gel vibrator from the table and started to run it over her breasts. "My fingers found their way between my folds, dipping them inside me to lube them. Then I started to massage my clit. As the rain increased so did my rubbing, I was into it with both hands, two fingers pumping my vagina and the other rubbing my clit. As I came, the sky opened up, first a giant flash of light then the tremendous crash of thunder. The storm left as quickly as it came on. I still laid there naked on the deck. The earth and sky experienced its own sort of post orgasmic stillness." Erin had moved the vibrator from her breast and was sliding it up and down her folds, her hard little clit could be seen poking out as she ran the vibrator over her labia. Then she raised her hips and slipped it all the way in one thrust. Each time she slid the vibrator out more of her more of her fluid would trickle over her perineum. Her strokes became more powerful and she started to thrusts hips, to meet the inward thrust of the vibrator, as the pace increased. Before longs her back arched and she let out a long moan, a couple of more pumps and she arched again then a third time before curling up in a ball withdrawing and vibrator and relaxing. Both Amanda and I were fascinated by her tail and kept our finger busy as her watched Erin going trough the throws of orgasm. I started to feel the sensation of my testicles being drawn up once more, my PC muscle stated to tighten again as I watched Erin bring her self to orgasm. I was close to the point of no return and needed to cool off again. "That is such a cool story," Amanda said, "Is that true?" "All of it," Erin replied without opening her eyes. After a minute Erin managed to pull herself up in her chair "So Amanda are you ready to play with your new toy?" I have got to do something this towel is soaked through. I’m starting to make a puddle. "Since you have never used a vibrator before, I am going to give you some instructions OK?" "Ok but don’t leave me hanging too long. I’m about to pop all on my own." "Grab the vibrator and turn it on at the base, you may want to start on low. Start rubbing it over and between your breasts. Now touch the tip to your nipples. Some lubrication will help." Erin took the lotion and applied some to each of Amanda’s nipples. " Now let it slowly drop down your tummy and let it slip between your legs. Lie all the way back put your head on the arm rest, spread your leg up over the back of the couch. Now we can see all of you. Run the vibrator up and down length ways. That’s it girl, gets it all nice and wet! Now touch the tip right on your clit. " Amanda eagerly followed Erin’s instruction, the pulsations for her new toy were driving her toward pure ecstasy I with Amanda in this position I ended up sitting some what between her legs and had a great view of both her holes. I couldn’t take anymore, I put some more lotion on my hand and started to work my cock with long slow strokes. Erin apparently had recovered too, she had her vibrator on high and was pushing in and out of herself with her hip thrusting up into the air like she was getting fucked. Erin started moaning and was going over the edge one more time. Amanda was on her own. Amanda took the dripping pink rocket and stuck the point into her vagina. She inserted the rocket about five inches inside her and her hip began that involuntary fucking motion. I don’t know how she had the resolve to do it but she was able to grab her beads. She looped them over the vibrator sticking out of her hole reached behind her self with one hand and grabbed the other end just above the vibrator then began working them back and forth. The result was the beads starting at her rear entry up over her perineum around her labia and the vibrator on over her clit. Her hip thrusts became more intense and her breathing was coming in rapid audible moans. Then with one big thrust of her hips she started coming. The thin clear stream of her ejaculate came squirting out of her urethra bathing my cock, hand and balls. For the third time that night I was on the verge of coming and this time I wasn’t going to stop short. The fluid from Amanda’s ejaculate provided great lubrication and the warmth dripping over my balls. Again my testicles started draw up, the muscles at the base of my scrotum stated to tighten. With the first pulse my entire body contracted, I could feel the warm flushing of my skin, and the hot cum traveling up my urethra and shooting out the tip of my cock. My cock must have spasmed five or six times each time shooting my creamy ejaculate a couple of feet into the air with a sizable amount landing on Amanda’s thigh. Amanda scooped it up with her finger tips and started to rub on her clit until she came again. We all just of sat there in silence, still clouded in the disbelief of what had just happened. Erin and Amanda then simultaneously started to giggle. I couldn’t help but join in. I grabbed one of the towels and started to clean up our sexual juices. Ladies first, dipping the towel down between their legs, then off myself and any stray sprays off the furniture. We all sat around for a while, no one bothering covering up. Before long I felt that familiar pulsation in my penis. My little brain was telling the big brain it was ready to go again. Without any second thoughts I started to stroke it until I came a second time. After all I told the girls, "Who knows how long it may be before we get a chance to study again?" School Daze Ch. 04 This is the forth chapter in the School Daze series. The first installment, School Daze, contains both chapters one and two. When I first started writing these stories didn’t quite know where I would be going with them and didn’t plan well. I have appreciated the feedback and encouragement that you have been sending me especially from the ladies. Please keep the feedback coming. Some responders have replied with some suggestions for additional chapters. If anyone else has some ideas for stories please pass them along. I awoke a few hours later after falling asleep on the girls’ couch. My neck bent at a ninety-degree angle and my left hip felt as if it had been dislocated. The girls had gone to bed so, I got dresses and dragged my sorry butt back to my place in the middle of the night. I probably should have just sacked out at the girls’ place, but I had to get around for class in the morning and perform my morning rituals. After a shower I put on the same clothes I had on last night. After all, I didn’t wear them very long and I hate doing laundry. Two cups of coffee later I felt great and was ready to take on the day. Tuesdays are long and dull. The most exciting part was when I let my mind wander back to the events of the night before. I didn’t get a chance to connect with Erin and Amanda until the next day. Erin and I met before class on Wednesday and we got a chance to talk about our little adventure of the other night. Again she looked like nothing short of beautiful. Dressed casually in khaki shorts, white t-shirt, sandals, little or no makeup and the fresh sent of her perfume. By the way her breast jiggled as we walked I suspected that she wasn’t wearing a bra. "I was surprised when I didn’t find you on the couch in the morning. What time did you leave?" "It must have been around three. I thought about staying, but I had an early class and to tell the truth, your couch isn’t all that comfortable." "Well I guess we will have to work on other sleeping arrangements" Erin coyly remarked. "What do you have in mind?", I asked curiously. "Oh, we will come up with something" With that we enter the class just as the lecture was starting. I spent the next couple of hours letting my mind wander back and forth between class and the sweet smell of Erin’s perfume and memories of the other night. We exited the building together after our second hour and prepared to cross campus to Pam’s class and hook up with Amanda. While we were in class, a few clouds started to gather in an otherwise clear warm fall day. Half way across campus it started to rain. Not a down pour, but hard enough to make sure we were good and wet by the time we reach the refuge of the building. Under the cover of the canopy we shook off the excess drops from our unexpected shower. Erin tossed her head and a spay of water flew across my face. "Sorry", she giggled. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was dripping wet but her beauty still radiated from her wet form. My earlier suspicions were correct, Erin had foregone her bra today. The rain had caused her shirt to cling to her breasts. The soft flesh color could easily be seen through the now semi-transparent material with the outline of her hard nipples straining against the material. She looked at me frozen in my stare. "Is something wrong?" "Damn, you’re hot", was all I could muster. Erin was nonchalant about her now see through shirt, and didn’t event make the pretense to coverup. "Thanks, but actually I’m a bit cold. We better get to class." We entered the room as class was about to start. We walked right past Pam extending our apologies for being a little late, and took our seat next to Amanda. Amanda’s eye widened as Erin approach noticing her clinging shirt. As we started to take our seats Amanda exclaimed under her breath. Shit Erin, have you been in a wet T-shirt contest" "Well I see some of you got caught in the little rain storm." Pam started. " I hope you will all be warm enough as she glanced at Erin’s erect nipples and smiled. "We ended our last lecture with a discussion about personal experiences with masturbation. And I want to thank you al for your honest open participation Today’s topic will focus on particular aspects of the female orgasm, specifically female ejaculation." I could feel my cock start to harden. I didn’t know if it was due to the anticipation of our discussion or from watching Erin’s breast rise and fall with each breath. "Now", I look up to see Pam standing directly in front of me, " Bill, if you can manage to peel your eyes away from Erin’s breasts, as lovely as they are, we will get started with today’s lecture." The blood was quickly diverted from my cock to my face as I became flushed with embarrassment as the class broke out in laughter. I quickly regained my composure "Sorry, I’ll do my best, but no guarantees." "Believe it or not," Pam continued, "the female orgasm and female ejaculation were unknown until relatively recently. Back in the 1800’’s, if a woman was feeling in need, her husband would take her to the doctor, so that he could treat what was in those days diagnosed as ""hysterical tension"". Symptoms of this ""condition"" included irritability, a temperature and swollen pudenda. And guess how the doctors treated their female patients with this condition? They prescribed masturbation! But the poor lady was not allowed to do this herself, this was deemed to be unhealthy and would rot the mind!. Usually stimulation of the woman's genitals to orgasm was performed by either a midwife at the doctor’’s surgery or sometimes by the doctor himself. The husband and wife would then return back to their 19th century domestic bliss, that is, until the wife got horny again!" You could start to feel the sexual tension building and upon Pam’s remark it let out a collective laugh to relieve a little of the pressure. Pam continued. " Some ancient cultures depicted what seems to be female ejaculation in their artworks, but despite some historical evidence documenting female ejaculation in the past, medicine has attributed the expulsion of fluids by females to ""poor bladder control"" or ""urinary stress incontinence"". Others thought that the expulsion of fluid was the result of excess vaginal secretions. Research in the last few decades has shown both these suggestions to be incorrect Serious study into female ejaculation has only occurred recently. In fact, nearly half of all women can experience ejaculation either through self stimulation or sexual activity with a partner." At this point Pam walk over to where a television was mounted on the wall and hit the play button on the VCR below it "A picture is worth a thousand words I’ve heard said." As the static cleared the lower half of a female form appeared. The woman on the screen spread her legs and started to massage her clit. After about a minute her pace increased and she inserted a well-oiled dildo into her vagina. Soon the area began to swell and become firm, then she appeared to bear down and a few seconds later a milky clear fluid shot out of her urethra. Pam turned off the VCR. The class was stunned at what they had just observed, half medical demonstration, half porn-film. "When female ejaculation occurs, the consensus is that it comes from the urethra and not the vagina. As we learned previously, the g spot surrounds the urethra and is composed of tissue very similar to the male prostate gland. Researchers say it is this para-urethral tissue that produces the ejaculate. Consequently, the description of the g spot as the female prostate is probably not that far off the truth!" "The ejaculate itself is somewhat similar to male ejaculatory fluid.There is some agreement on the make up of female ejaculate. A liquid very similar to male prostate fluid is certainly in evidence in female ejaculate but there is often a significant quantity of other fluid - either from the bladder or urethra as well. It seems that both the quantities of ejaculate differs between women as does the make-up of the ejaculate. After repeated tests, one thing is certain, it is definitely not urine." "I think there are two major problems women face that prevents them from the immensely enjoyable experience of ejaculation. They are the female's mental attitude, and their partners’ inability or unwillingness to spend the time and effort during lovemaking and to learn the necessary techniques." "The ejaculation is expelled through the urethra. The fluid is water like, and non- lubricating. Ejaculation does not improve the chances of conceiving, it offers no lubrication, and is dumped outside of the vagina. The only conceivable purpose of female ejaculation is for pleasure. And the pleasure is intense, in many cases far surpassing the best orgasm's. Sometimes after ejaculation the woman will virtually pass out from the intense feelings and exhaustion." ‘It can be argued that since the only reason that women can and do ejaculate is for pleasure, then there should be no reason for them to not do so, and as often as they please. It is one of the safer sex acts, since in most cases it can be triggered with fingers alone. Ejaculating from intercourse is more difficult, especially when performed from the missionary position, but still possible." "For you gals who would like to experience ejaculation, you can try this at home." "Place a towel on the bed or some other comfortable place. A surprising amount of fluid can be released during female ejaculation. Compared to a male it can be like a water cannon instead of a water pistol." "You may want to have some lubricants handy. At some point additional lubrication may be necessary, even if the woman is having heavy orgasms and climaxes." "Set aside enough time. The first successful ejaculation may take from 10 minutes to over an hour." "Before beginning the first time let me explain that female ejaculation is a wonderful and perfectly normal experience. There is nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Just prior to ejaculation, the woman will most likely feel like she is about to urinate. This is a difficult point for many women, as they will immediately draw back. It is normally impossible to urinate during an orgasm, and that the feeling is simply the first sign she is about to ejaculate." "Since the movement of the fluid through the urethra will initially feel exactly like when she starts to urinate.. The reflex to stop urinating will immediately abort the ejaculation, so she needs to be told to relax, and allow the fluid to pass. In other words when she feels like she is about to pee, she should go ahead and pee. Only it really won't be urine, it will be an ejaculation, and within a couple of seconds it will be very obvious to her that this is something quite different. Once she knows the feeling, she will be able to push it out once it starts, with astounding results. if using a partner, it is best for the partner to be sitting between her legs at this time, or she may overshoot the towel." "Once she has ejaculated, rejoice with her. Don't make fun, or a joke. If you do it may be the last time she will be able to ejaculate, at least in your presence. Unlike a man, this is not the end. She can continue, and she may well have multiple orgasms and ejaculations with further stimulation. " "Start slow, use typical foreplay then proceed to stimulate the clitoris. This can be done with a moist finger, or tongue. Continue clitoral stimulation until lubrication is achieved. Then insertion of fingers or some other object into the vagina will be needed to stimulate the front wall. The G spot is about 2 inches in, which should be somewhat enlarged. It lies directly along the urethra, and is located almost directly behind the clitoris. Slowly stroking this area should increase enlargement". "Ejaculation is almost always triggered by stimulating the G spot. Clitoral stimulation can often assist in reaching n ejaculation, and also can make it more intense. But stimulating the G spot is usually necessary at least initially. Once ejaculating becomes easier, clitoral stimulation alone may be sufficient." "Stroking can be done a number of ways. Two fingers can rub the area as a unit, or they can take opposite strides, similar to walking. A third method involved sliding the two finders out a fraction of an inch, and pushing them back in, similar to the in- out motion of intercourse, but with smaller strokes. Initially pace the stimulation somewhat slow. Alternate with clitoral stimulation either with the thumb, other hand, or mouth/tongue. Also try simultaneous stimulation of the clitoris and G spot." ‘Simultaneous stimulation may be too intense for some but necessary for ejaculation for others. When the vagina starts to contract, rapid pumping should aid in achieving orgasm. As the orgasm approaches, simultaneous stimulation of the clitoris at the same time, and pump the G spot gently, but very rapidly. Verbal encouragement can help overcome some of the anxieties associated with ejaculation. And reassurance may be needed after." "Laying on the back actually is not the best position. If ejaculation is not achieved after a short time rolling over the stomach, and getting up on your knees may be helpful. Stimulating the G spot is much easier in this position, and response should be much better. This position will require two fingers turned down, to slide them into the vagina to continue stimulating the G spot.The other hand will still need to stimulate the clitoris. If after a couple of orgasms, using rapid pumping on the G spot during orgasm and ejaculation has still not been achieved turn the hand around, putting the thumb into the vagina." "The thumb will likely not reach the G spot, but it should come up to meet the thumb during orgasm. Take the two fingers and lay them down on the clit. Allow the entire curve between the thumb and forefinger to lie along her from the vagina to her clitoris, and begin pumping with the thumb, and rubbing the clit at the same time. When she starts an orgasm, start pumping the entire hand rapidly. At this point she will most likely ejaculate. The trick is to massage the area where the urethra comes out, while stimulating the clitoris and G spot. This will help to override the feeling she is about to pee, and allow her to let it pass." "Be aware that the female is not only capable of multiple orgasms, but also multiple ejaculations. It is not unusual for her to have from 3 to 5 ejaculations before depleting her supply of fluid. Once she has ejaculated one or more times, you can continue with intercourse. Entering from behind will stimulate the G-spot more easily than missionary style, and often additional ejaculations may occur during intercourse. Even if they don't, she will be highly excited, and very sensitive. The final result will most likely be the most intense and pleasurable sex she has ever had." " Since we only have a few minutes before class is over, I’ll open it up for any questions." The class just sat in silence for a few seconds before Erin spoke up. " I thought that female ejaculations just sort of happened. What your saying is that it is a learned response." ‘It’s a combination of the two really. If you’re in touch with your body you should be able to teach yourself to let it happen. Much the same way that you have taught yourself to let orgasms happen, under the right circumstances." That was all she wrote for class that day as people started to file out of the room. Erin’s shirt had just about dried out, but her nipples were still straining against the material less from the cold and more due to the nature of our discussion. As for myself I had to remain seated for half a minute or so to let my erection subside a little before I stood. The girls sensed my predicament with emphasis on "dic". "Are you coming?" Amanda asked with a sly smile. "I’ll be right there". As I stood to leave. My dick had not made it back to flaccid and was making an impression down the inside of my left thigh. This didn’t go without notice from the girls and I even got a subtle smile from Pam as I walked past her on my way out the door. Outside the rain had stopped and the sun was shining. The water vapor was steaming off the black top. "So," Amanda said. "Is our study group on for tomorrow night?" "I’m game, same time same place?". I replied trying to sound cool and wondering how I was going to last that long. We all agreed. As we said our good-byes, both girls stepped forward and gave me a departing kiss on each cheek, making sure that their breast pressed against my arms. I have to admit that I started to get a little dizzy at the blood rushed from my head to my cock. It has been said that there is not enough blood in a mans body to operate his brain and cock at the same time and I was turning into a great example of that premise. "And remember", the girls said as a parting shot, "no studying at home alone." "I won’t, and don’t you two start without me." I glanced at my watch and started the mental count down to my rendevous with the girls the next night. Thirty hours and counting. "You can do it’ I said to my self given my self a little encouragement as I started to make my way back to my truck. Feeling my still swollen cock rub against my jeans and I was starting to doubt my resolve. I knocked on the girl’s door at a quarter to seven. Amanda answered the door wearing khaki shorts and a short t-shirt that stopped half way between her breasts and navel. "Your early" "I know, I’m such a dedicated student I couldn’t wait to get started" "Don’t give me any of that bullshit. I know what you’ve got on your mind" Erin was in the kitchen pouring three glasses of wine. She looked fresh form the shower, wearing an old pair of jeans, halter top and I was sure nothing else. I took one of the offered glasses of wine and asked how she was. "To tell the truth I’m a little nervous about this." "Don’t be, we’re all friends here. This could be a life altering experience for you and I am excited to be here to help or whatever else you need." "Well, Amanda has been setting up in her bedroom. Shall we go on in and see what she has in store?" "Lead on" She took my hand and lead me into Amanda’s room. The room was glowing with candle light. A king size bed against the far wall was covered with bath towels. On her night stand lay her beads, vibrator, and some oils and lotions. Without anywhere else to sit we made ourselves comfortable sitting in a circle on the bed. Amanda started with a clinical tone. "Well, I guess tonight we are going to examine female ejaculation. Since I am an experienced squirter I will first give a demonstration then we will have Erin attempt to experience ejaculation. Bill, your job will be to help Erin with her needs to get her to ejaculate. Do a good job and we might just let you ejaculate too." With that short introduction out of the way Amanda stood, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and pushed her shorts to the floor. She stood there for a couple of seconds letting her skin glow in the candle light. Her soft pink nipples were already erect as she laid her head down on the pillow her soft blond pubic hair barely visible against the warm glow of her skin in the orange light. She started by letting her finger tips brush gentle over her nipples. "I’m already really horny. I can tell I’m going to cum really hard" She pulled her feet up so they were nearly touching her sweet little heart-shaped ass and let her knees part as she let her hand drift down between her legs. Her vulva was engorged with a hint of moisture escaping the soft pink folds of her labia , her clit, clearly visible and looking for some attention. School Daze Ch. 04 Chapter Four – In This Corner . . . It was shortly after her last class of the day on Thursday, two weeks since she surrendered herself to Brian Bitner, a student in her last period English Lit class. Miss Cori Goodman had made her way to Ms. Lee's office where the two women were sitting around the Principal's desk and discussing school matters. Without warning, Ms. Lee placed both hands on her desk, leaned forward and looked Cori in the eyes. "You know," she whispered so she wouldn't be overheard by the secretaries in the outer office. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you were so hard on the wrestlers in your classes." "What are you talking about?" Cori asked, a bemused look on her face. Virginia smiled, reaching her hand out to rest on Cori's atop the desk. "I mean, if you hadn't been so hard on them, Brian wouldn't have complained to me and our relationship might never have happened." There was a moment of silence before Cori withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair. She looked Virginia straight in the eye before responding. "So you're saying that you set this whole affair up because Brian – your Master – complained that I was being unfair on the wrestlers?" "Of course," Virginia responded. "Didn't you know that?" Cori rose to her feet and slowly paced across the floor, thinking as she circled the office. She'd always assumed Brian had made her do it. But now that she thought about it, that didn't make any sense. How would he have known about her feelings for the Principal? Ms. Lee, on the other hand, had to have known. After all, she had been pretty obvious, hadn't she? Cori stopped suddenly, placed both hands on the desk and glared at Ms. Lee, speaking just a little louder than was wise. "So you sold me out! I mean Brian I can understand, but you? How could you?" "Wait a minute!" Virginia shot back, reaching over and pushing the door closed. "Where do you get off with this holier than thou shit? You've loved every minute of it! And if I hadn't said anything just now, you'd be at my house tonight letting him fuck your brains out again!" "What does that matter!" the teacher shot back. "It was never your decision to make. You knew how I felt about you, and you knew you could do damn near anything to me and I'd take it willingly, just to be with you. You sold me out and put everything I've ever worked for in jeopardy." "Oh, give me a break," Virginia retorted. "You gave yourself to him willingly. You were free to turn around and walk out at any time, but you chose to stay." She paused a moment to catch her breath before continuing. "I may have dealt the cards, Cori, but it was your decision to play." "That's bullshit and you know it," Cori shot back as she pulled the door open and started through. A moment later she disappeared around the corner, leaving an exasperated Ms. Lee to ponder what had just happened. * * * For the next week, Cori Goodman was in a constant state of anger. Unless absolutely necessary, she completely avoided Virginia Lee. In class, she not only didn't avoid Brian Bitner, she laid it on him extra thick – singling him out in class and pouring on the homework. Even when young Mr. Bitner showed up at her home and demanded that his slave shape up, she challenged him, refusing to submit herself to his will. Finally, he'd had enough. * * * It was Friday, just after his last hour class with Miss Goodman ended. A couple of students had questions for the teacher, so the young man hung back and waited. Finally, after everyone had left, he rose to his feet and approached her desk. "Yes, Mr. Bitner," she said icily. "What can I do for you?" He looked around quickly, reassuring himself that they were alone, and began. "Miss Goodman. For the last week, you have been an absolute bitch." At this point, Cori started to interrupt, but Brian slammed his hand firmly on the desk, startling the older woman. "As I was saying," he continued. "You've been an absolute bitch. You've made my life miserable and you've pissed off Ms. Lee, who in turn has also made my life miserable. It's going to stop, and it's going to stop now!" He paused, almost as if waiting for her objection. But it didn't come. "I've already talked to Ms. Lee. You two are to be at my house tomorrow at 2:30 PM. And," he paused, looking her coldly in the eyes, "if either of you doesn't show up, your special pictures will be in the school superintendent's hands first thing Monday morning. Are there any questions?" The teacher opened her mouth to protest but, upon seeing the glare in her student's eyes, thought better of it. She bit her tongue in an attempt control her anger and took a deep breath. Finally, her rage at least partially under control, she was able to respond. "No, sir. There are no questions." "Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow." * * * The Bitner family lived in a remote corner of a ritzy Southern California suburb. The house sat on almost three acres of land, two sides of which bordered a canyon. The nearest house was several hundred yards away. The fence-enclosed backyard, complete with swimming pool, hot tub and plenty of open lawn, was completely secluded. That and the fact that Brian's parents had just left on a 10 day Caribbean cruise made it a perfect setting for what Brian – an only child – had in mind. Cori pulled up in front of the house at 2:25 PM. Ms. Lee's car was already there. She tried to control her anger as she climbed out of her car and made her way to the front door, but somehow the words 'unfair' and 'conniving little bitch' kept falling from her lips. As she approached the front door, it swung open to reveal Brian, clad only in a pair of gym shorts and a tee-shirt. "Please come in," he said simply. Cori managed a weak smile as she slid past him and into the house. She came up short when she saw Ms. Lee standing by the great room entrance. "Both of you, in there," Brian ordered, pointing to the great room. There were some evil looks exchanged between the two ladies, but ultimately they complied. The great room was a large room, a combination living room and family room. There was a large stone fireplace on one wall and a sliding glass door – which was currently hidden by drawn drapes – on another. The kitchen adjoined the room in the back corner so that it, too, overlooked the back yard. "Now, strip," he ordered without further fanfare. "And I mean everything – including jewelry. You can lay your clothes on the sofa and put your jewelry on the coffee table." Both girls hesitated, but it was Virginia that spoke. "Is this really necessary?" The icy look she got from Brian was all the answer she needed – or got. The women began disrobing, their eyes never straying far from each other. It was several minutes later when the last piece of jewelry was finally removed. Brian let the two women stand there for a full minute before finally bending over to pick up two bags from the floor. He tossed one bag to each woman. "Put these on." "Bathing suits?" Cori questioned as she pulled the bikini from the bag. "What are we supposed to do, drown each other?" Virginia chimed in, creating the first moment of levity between the two in a week. But the moment passed quickly. "You're supposed to do as you're told," Brian replied. "Now put them on." Once the suits were on, Brian looked the girls over carefully. The suits were identical, only Cori's was red while Virginia's was black. The skimpy tops hooked behind the back and tied behind the neck. They did a nice job of highlighting Cori's 'B' cup breasts, but they struggled to adequately contain Virginia's 'D's.' The bottoms were also on the skimpy side, being only slightly more than thongs and leaving a large amount of cheek exposed. Slender cords came together in a bow on each side – a bow that could be easily untied. Satisfied, Brian nodded his approval. "Now, here's what we're going to do. Since you two have been so hell bent ornery this past week, we're going to settle things the only way I know how – on the mat." It took a second, but Virginia finally responded. "On the mat? You mean we're going to fight?" "More precisely," Brian responded, "you're going to wrestle." "But that's crazy," Virginia shot back. "What the hell will that prove, anyway?" "Well, it may not prove anything, but it'll give you two a chance to take your frustrations out on each other. Plus," he added with a sly grin, "it'll be fun to watch." Despite herself, Virginia couldn't help letting a small smile escape her lips. 'This,' she though to herself, 'might actually turn out to be fun.' Cori was also smiling. As mad as she was about everything, this might just prove the ideal solution. Besides, there was no way that that over-sized pin up girl could handle her. 'Bring her on,' she thought to herself. "Two things I should tell you," Brian continued. "First, since I have no earthly idea if the two of you are a fair match for each other, I've taken steps to equalize the odds. Second," he said as he moved towards the drapes at the rear of the house, "you'll have an audience." As he finished that last sentence, he drew the drapes open. The sliding glass doors at the rear of the room opened onto a beautiful back yard. The swimming pool was straight out from the door, separated by a patio that contained a good size seating area and abutted a large hot tub. Beautiful landscaping highlighted the area. But as the drapes slid open, what caught the women's eyes was not the beautiful back yard, but the five young men lounging around the patio, all dressed in gym shorts and tee-shirts, just like Brian. Both women recognized the boys instantly – wrestlers. More precisely, they – along with Brian – made up the senior class of the wrestling team. Several of them were also in one or another of Miss Goodman's classes. Brian slid the doors open. "After you, ladies." Both women hesitated momentarily, not quite sure how to deal with their audience. It was Cori who moved first – the chance to exact her revenge on Ms. Lee proving to powerful of an emotion to ignore. Reluctantly, the principal took a deep breath and followed. Brian slid the door shut behind him and turned to face everyone. "I think everybody knows each other," he said. Nobody said a word. "Alright then," he said, looking specifically at the women. "Let's get started. This way, please." It wasn't until the two women turned to follow their Master that they saw it – a 20' by 30' tarp spread out across the lawn, glistening with oil. "Oh shit," Virginia said softly, while Cori just stared, unable to say a word. "Ladies, we're waiting," Brian said, breaking their reverie. Reluctantly, both women stepped over to the tarp, taking up positions on either side of Brian. "The rules are quite simple," Brian started out. "Kneeling is permitted, but standing is not. There will be no biting and no gouging with the fingers or fingernails. Any attempts to seriously hurt your opponent will not be tolerated. Other than that, anything goes. "The fight will continue until such time that I decide someone is worthy of being declared victorious. And although I will give due consideration to the rules of wrestling, a pin will not necessarily end the match. Either contestant is free to surrender at any time. Whether or not I accept your surrender is another matter entirely." He stopped, looking carefully into each woman's eyes. "Are there any questions?" He gave the girls a brief moment to consider. When there were no questions, he pointed to the mat. "Very well. If you'll kneel down and move onto the mat, we can begin." Both women hesitated, looking at the mat, at the guys spread out around the tarp, and at each other. Both were nervous now, very suspicious of the slippery surface before them. Ms. Lee moved first, stepping gingerly onto the edge of the mat and lowering herself to her knees. Then, with a little grimace on her face, she eased onto the mat. She'd moved only a few feet when it happened. Without warning, Cori dropped quickly to her knees and launched herself at the Principal. She tried to wrap her arms around the older woman's waist, but miscalculated the slipperiness of the surface. So instead of a surprise attack that could have given Cori a distinct advantage, both women ended up on their backs, sliding across the tarp. "You bitch!" Virginia screamed as she scrambled to her knees. But she didn't let her words slow down her retaliation as she launched herself right back at Cori, who was still struggling to regain her knees. Virginia's shot was delivered with less speed than Cori's, but a lot more control. The result was Cori being forced to the mat on her stomach with Virginia coming down hard on top of her and knocking the wind out of the teacher. Virginia pressed her advantage, sliding up the slippery body to wrap her arm around her opponent's neck. She leaned hard on Cori's back, pushing her roughly into the tarp. But she failed to take precautions against the arms and hands that were flailing about wildly, searching for anything to grab hold of. What the hands finally succeeded in latching onto was her hair. Virginia's shriek was ear shattering as her head was pulled back from Cori's neck. She instinctively released Cori's neck as she tried to free her hair. And that was the break Cori needed. The moment she felt the arms release her neck, Cori slid free and scampered away, seeking to calm her frazzled nerves. It had only taken one assault for Cori to realize that she'd badly misjudged her opponent. This was not going to be the walk in the park she'd originally figured, and if truth be told, she might very well lose. She stopped her retreat and turned. Virginia was already on her knees, smiling at her. "What's a matter, too much for you?" she teased. The guys were stunned. Even Brian was having a difficult time accepting the ferocity of the initial stage of the fight. Despite all the talk and hype, none of them was truly prepared for the sight before them, two women – one their teacher, the other their Principal – covered with a glistening, oily sheen. Even their hair had managed to attract the oil, lying matted against their heads. And as the women struggled to catch their breath, the rising and falling of their bosoms did not escape the young men's eyes. The two women circled each other on their hands and knees, each seeking a weakness they could exploit. Finally, Virginia feigned an attack, forcing Cori to react. And when she moved, Virginia pounced. Cori hit the tarp with a thud, landing on her back and squirting across the slippery surface with Virginia atop her. Virginia quickly grabbed her opponent's hands and pinned them to the mat above her head. But as she glared down at the teacher, Cori arched her back, rolling the older woman onto her back to score a quick reversal. It didn't take long, however, for Virginia to return the favor, and the women began a series of rolls across the tarp, neither able to establish control. Finally, a small crack occurred and Cori once again scrambled for freedom. But she didn't scramble quite fast enough. Virginia latched onto Cori's ankle as she tried to escape and pulled, once again depositing the teacher onto her stomach. This time, however, instead of diving on top of her foe, Virginia swung her leg over Cori's body and sat on her back. Before Cori realized how much trouble she was in, Virginia had unhooked her top and untied the bow behind her neck. "No!" Cori screamed when she realized what Virginia was doing. She reached behind her back, frantically trying to grab the straps of her bathing suit and re-hook them. But before she came close to succeeding, she felt a hand take hold of her hair and pull. Instinctively, she lifted her chest from the tarp to lessen pain. And when she did, she felt her top disappear. "You bitch!" she screamed as Virginia released her hair. But as she brought her arms tight against her body to protect her naked chest, she felt the ties being drawn on her bottoms. Cori was in a state of absolute panic. Not only was she overmatched physically, now her top was gone and her bottom was untied. Even though she now knew she would ultimately lose the fight, she desperately needed to hang on to what little pride she had left. There was simply no way she could allow the students to see her so thoroughly beaten. So, with a sudden surge of strength, she bucked Virginia from her back and scrambled to her hands and knees. But then, just when she thought she might reach freedom, she felt Virginia jerking the small garment from between her legs, causing her to lose her bottom and her balance in one fell swoop. Once again Cori was laid out flat on the tarp. This time, however, she was completely naked and Virginia and the boys were laughing and hooting up a storm. In fact, if Cori hadn't been so absorbed in protecting her modesty – a battle she knew she was destined to lose – she would have seen that this was her golden opportunity. Never would her opponent be more vulnerable than at that particular moment. But instead of capitalizing on Virginia's temporary distraction, she lay curled up on the tarp, trying desperately to become invisible. When Virginia finally turned her attention back to the matters at hand, Cori was still curled up on the tarp. "Okay boys," she sang out. "It's show time." And she began to move towards her victim. "No," Cori cried out. "Please don't." But her pleading fell on deaf ears as Virginia kept on coming. When she reached Cori, she stopped. For a moment she waited, allowing Cori's fear to mount. Finally, she reached down and grabbed Cori's right wrist with her right hand and twisted it behind her back. As Cori cried out, begging for mercy, Virginia grabbed hold of her hair with her left hand. And then, pulling on both the hair and the arm, she pulled the teacher to her knees. Cori was a wreck, screaming out as the Principal slid her across the tarp for all to see. Finally, her screaming stopped, only to be replaced by tears as her free hand fell limply to her side. Her mind was swimming, trying unsuccessfully to fathom what was happening to her. The next thing she knew, she was sliding across the tarp, this time the result of a solid and painful push from Ms. Lee. She scrambled to her knees, very much aware of the hoots and hollers coming from the guys. And although she couldn't really tell what they were saying, she did know that they were all encouraging Ms. Lee to finish the job. All, that is, except for one lone voice. She tried to find it, that one encouraging voice. But before she could, Virginia pounced on her, flattening her face down on the tarp. Virginia then moved quickly to the side, trying to work her arm under Cori's chest and roll her over. The slick tarp, however, made it impossible to get any leverage. Finally, she grabbed her opponent's hair and pulled. When Cori reacted by lifting her head, Virginia slid her arm under her shoulder and rolled her onto her back. Virginia pounced on Cori like a spider, arms and legs everywhere while she tried to pin her. For a moment, it looked like she might succeed. At the last minute, however, Cori found the strength slip the hold and slide out from under her oppressor's body, successfully escaping the near fall. She scurried away as quick as she could before finally tripping over her own arms and falling on her face. Exhausted, she rolled onto her back, making no attempt to either cover herself or escape. And then she heard it again, that one encouraging voice. And it was coming from Maurice Johnson, the black kid standing over her. Maurice was a big boy, wrestling in one of the heavier weight classes. He was bending over her, encouraging her. She struggled to hear his words. School Daze Ch. 04 "You can do it! She's just as tired as you are. Just suck it up and dig deep!" Then he extended an arm to her. "Now get up and take it to her!" Almost without realizing it, Cori reached up and grabbed hold of his hand. With almost no effort at all, the young man lifted her to her knees and slapped her on the ass. "Now go get her!" Cori turned her back on her lone supporter, seeking out her foe. She found her, resting with her ass on her ankles and her hands on her knees. And yes, she too was breathing very heavily. 'Maybe he's right,' Cori thought as she launched herself across the tarp. But Virginia reacted quick enough to straighten up and meet the attack chest to chest. The girls locked their arms around each other and struggled for position. It didn't take long, however, for Virginia to push Cori onto her back and pounce on her. When she felt her back hit the tarp and Virginia's body crash down on top of her, Cori was sure she was doomed. Obviously Maurice had been wrong – try as she might, she just wasn't strong enough. But then, just as thoughts of surrender were going through her mind, she heard his voice again, only this time there was an urgency in it, almost like he was trying to tell her something. She never really understood what he was trying to say – at least not on a conscious level. But somehow, her hands managed to work their way around to Virginia's back. The next thing she knew she had unhooked the strap around Ms. Lee's back and was untying the neck strap. Just an instant earlier she'd been teetering on the brink of defeat. But from out of nowhere, hope for a small moral victory presented itself, and with it came a renewed strength. With a sudden burst of energy she managed to roll Virginia onto her back, pulling her top free in the process. And as the Principal's hands moved instinctively to cover her breasts, Cori pounced. The guys were cheering wildly now and their support was definitely shifting. Suddenly, Cori was the favorite, and they did everything they could to urge her on. Yet even with her renewed surge of energy and her new supporters, Cori was having trouble and Virginia was wiggling her way free. Virginia managed to turn to her stomach and climb to her hands and knees. But as she was crawling her way to freedom, Cori's eyes caught sight of her bottom and somehow, she found the strength to launch one more attack, this one knocking Virginia's arms and legs out from under her and sending her sliding across the tarp on her stomach. Instead of pouncing on top of her – a strategy that had never really worked in any case – this time Cori grabbed hold of the tie strings on the sides of Virginia's bikini bottom and pulled. A moment later the guys were cheering wildly as Cori knelt in the middle of the tarp, waving Virginia's bottom triumphantly above her head. It might have been the shortest celebration in the history of sports as Virginia quickly regained her composure and launched another attack, blindsiding Cori in mid-celebration. The bottom flew from Cori's hand as the two naked women crashed to the tarp. Despite everything they'd been through, both women managed to draw on reserves that neither knew they had. They grabbed at each other with their hands while they tried to lock there legs around their opponent. They rolled across the tarp, each woman pulling on a handful of the other's hair. Somehow, they managed to continue their frantic attack, neither able to hold the advantage for more that a second or two, until finally, they both simply collapsed on the mat. Somehow, they ended up head to toe, with Cori flat on her back while Virginia was splayed out on her stomach. For a full 30 seconds, neither moved. Finally, Cori could make out Virginia's form climbing to her knees. But there was no energy left in Cori's tank. Virginia made it to her hands and knees shakily. She lowered her head for a second, closing her eyes and trying to fill her lungs with much needed oxygen. Then a small smile reached her lips. Victory, she knew, was at hand. Just one more … She never finished the thought as a shooting pain struck hard against her arms, sweeping them off the tarp and bringing her head crashing to the tarp. She was stunned – literally – unable to move, unable to fight back. For Cori, just at that moment when everything seemed lost, she'd heard that voice. And from somewhere, she'd found the strength to respond. She'd swung her left leg into Virginia's arms with all the strength she could muster, causing the arms to slip backwards and the chest and head to come crashing to the tarp with Cori's left leg directly under Virginia's stomach. Next, she'd swung her right leg across the small of Virginia's back and locked her ankles together. For good measure, she'd grabbed Virginia's right arm and slid it until it, too, was inside her scissor lock, holding it there with her hands. And then she squeezed. Virginia finally regained her senses as Cori tightened the scissor lock around her waist. She turned her head to her right and saw Cori's back. She turned to the left and saw her feet. Then, for a brief moment, she found enough strength to fight. But with her body held captive in the vicious scissor lock and her right arm firmly under wraps, she had only her left arm and legs to fight with, and at that moment, they just weren't enough. With both hands still securely holding Virginia's right hand, Cori raised her head and surveyed her audience. Mostly, there was stunned silence, with the only smiles to be found belonging to Maurice and Brian. She returned her attention to her opponent, now lying docile in her snare. She removed her right hand from Virginia's hand, but maintained a firm grip with her left. She then moved her now free right hand to Virginia's bare fanny, placing it upon the oily cheeks. For a moment, she rubbed the bare cheek tenderly, almost lovingly. But just when she felt her vanquished foe's body start to relax, she unleashed her furry. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Three very hard blows to the fanny in quick succession signaled the beginning of the end for Virginia – and she knew it. For a moment, she resisted, trying to squirm her way to freedom. But it was to no avail. The scissor lock was too strong and she had no leverage with which to free her captive hand. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more blows and Virginia's body went limp –unable to fight on. WHACK! One blow, this time, and Virginia could feel tears trickling from her eyes. The blows continued to come, one at a time, with a several second pause between each new blow. Virginia was in a state of shock. She'd played most every sexual game she could imagine. She'd been the Master, she'd been the slave. She'd been with older people and with students. But she'd never been physically beaten by a woman before. WHACK! The blows kept coming. She lost track of how many, but she was very much aware that the pain in her ass had spread to her pussy. Only there, it wasn't exactly a pain. WHACK! Cori was quite aware that Virginia had long since ceased all resistance. She was also aware that their was an increasing amount of squirming coming from her hips and fanny – a squirming that Cori was all to familiar with. And a wry smile crossed her face. This would be the perfect ending to what had turned out to be a very exhilarating fight. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more blows with all the strength she could muster before she changed tactics. She removed her left hand from Virginia's captive arm and regripped it with her right. She then slid her chest up close to Ms. Lee's hips, slid her left arm over and between her thighs, and eased the fingers up to her pussy. She smiled as the legs parted instinctively. The fingers slid quickly and easily into the waiting pussy, immediately going to work sliding in and out of the woman's center. Virginia's ass kept squirming, trying to aide the fingers in any way possible. There was a moan emanating from the beaten woman's throat that was getting louder with each thrust. Finally, her body went stiff as her free hand grabbed a handful of tarp and the orgasm crashed over her body. But even as the orgasm struck, Cori's left hand kept up its attack on the convulsing pussy. Her right hand, meanwhile, had released the captive arm. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The right hand once again took up its attack on the already tender ass, joining a left hand that refused to quit pounding the convulsing pussy. The assault didn't end until orgasm after orgasm had reduced the totally defeated woman to little more than a squirming pile of flesh. * * * II * * * Cori slid her leg out from under her defeated foe and eased herself to her knees, straddling the small of Virginia's back and facing the back of her head. With a viciousness that betrayed her true emotions, she grabbed a tuft of Virginia's hair and pulled the head from the tarp, twisting it so Brian and his friends could clearly see the defeated face. "Well," she said challengingly. Cori couldn't believe the feelings that were running through her body as she sat triumphantly on Virginia's back. She'd won! More than that, she'd vanquished her opponent, reducing her to a whimpering mass of humanity unable to offer the least bit of resistance. She knew she shouldn't be feeling like this. After all, she'd been stripped of her clothing, her compassion and all but the most basic of human instincts – hatred. She'd fought another human being – a woman and colleague no less, someone she had not only respected, but loved. And she'd done it in front of her students. That much alone was a shame she should never be able to live down. But it was more – much more. At the end – even when victory was assured – she'd continued her assault. She'd mercilessly attacked not only Virginia's fanny, but her pussy – right there in front of the students. And she hadn't stopped until the school Principal was totally and completely pummeled. And had all this embarrassed her? Had it shamed her to the point where she wanted to crawl under a rock and hide? On the contrary. It had taken her arousal to levels she'd never before reached. Succinctly put, she was horny as hell – and she couldn't care less who knew. "I'd say we have a winner," Brian said. Cori pushed Ms. Lee's face back to the tarp and, in all her nakedness, rose to her feet and stepped in front of Brian. She made absolutely no effort to cover herself. "There's something I want," she stated simply, looking him square in the eye and holding his gaze. "And what would that be." Cori turned away from Brian and walked carefully to where Maurice stood. She came to a stop inches in front of the young black student and quietly looked him square in the eyes. "Him," she said curtly. Brian let out a soft chuckle. "I'd say that's up top Maurice." He turned to his teammate and waited. Maurice hesitated a moment before reaching forward, sliding his right hand behind Cori's neck and grabbing a handful of hair. He then pulled her slowly but forcefully to her knees. "We play by my rules," he said simply, yet with a tone of absolute authority. "You're the slut, and I'm your Master." There was another brief hesitation. "Any question?" She shook her head as best she could with him still holding her hair. "No, Master," she said in a voice all the boys could plainly hear. He held her for a second more before releasing her hair. He straightened up, grabbed the bottom of his tee-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it off to the side. Then he looked down at her and waited. She reached up slowly and placed her oily hands on his chest. She squeezed his muscular pecs, twirling his nipples in her fingers, before sliding her hands over his six-pack abs. When her hands finally reached his gym shorts, she slid her fingers inside the waistband and pulled the shorts over his hips and down to the ground, where he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She looked at her naked master, his big fat cock on full alert, and she smiled. She reached out with her hands, stroking it gently, lovingly, before sliding one hand to his balls. She squeezed him as she stroked his meat, slowly at first, then a little faster. Finally, she moved her lips to the prize. She circled the tip with her tongue, bathing it in saliva before sliding it just into her mouth. Then she withdrew her lips and gave him another stroke with her hand. Finally, when she could stand it no more, she moved her mouth back to the cock and eased it in. At first she didn't take all of him, bobbing her head about halfway down his tool. But with each new stroke, she took him a little deeper until finally, she was taking his all. She held the fingers of her right hand around the base of his cock while her left hand was caressing his balls, her mouth never missing a stroke. When she finally felt that initial quiver of excitement building in his body she released his balls and jammed her finger deep into his ass. That was all it took as he latched onto the sides of her head and began pumping his cum down her throat, holding her on his manhood until he was completely drained. When he finally released her, she lowered her fanny to her ankles and slid several feet back on the tarp. She looked him over hungrily, smiling as his limp manhood began to twitch. * * * Virginia, meanwhile, had regained her senses in time to see most of what had just transpired. Her initial reaction was shock. That was not the Cori Goodman she knew! It took a moment for the real meaning of that thought to sink in. No, that was not the Cori Goodman she knew – it was the Cori Goodman she'd created. "She was right," she said in a voice no one else could hear. "She was right." She looked in Brian's direction and found him staring at her. Without emotion he pointed at his feet, much like a Master would do with his dog. Hurriedly, she slid across the tarp, wondering if she could ever make things right with Cori. * * * Meanwhile, Cori eased herself onto her back and spread her legs, her glistening body on complete display as her hands slid over her breasts. She could feel the young male eyes upon her, boring a hole in her body as she squeezed her oily breasts, kneading them as she rolled her hips and tugged roughly on her nipples. But she felt neither shame nor embarrassment; only the pure animal lust that was consuming her. She slid her hands to her pussy, working her clit with one while the other slid into the depths of her pussy. And she closed her eyes, moaning as the pleasure worked its way deeper into her womanhood. Only a few seconds went by before she felt Maurice's hands on her thighs, sliding up towards her center. He took her hands and gently pulled them from their task before replacing them with his own. And as she felt him beginning to work her hot, hungry box, her hands retreated back to her breasts. As her heat continued to build, she released her tits and reached for his hands, pulling him on top of her. A moment later his meat was buried deep inside her and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He then began a slow, rhythmic pounding of her pussy, each thrust sliding them several inches across the slick, oily tarp. She arched her pelvis to meet his thrusts, clinging to him desperately. She heard a scream, completely unaware that it was hers. He continued his attack, each thrust coming quicker and harder. Finally, it struck! An orgasm worthy of all the stress and turmoil her body and mind had been through. She yelled out, clutching him desperately as he pounded her savagely. And still she came. She felt his body beginning to tense as his thrusts became more desperate. And she came some more. He finally exploded in her, sending them both completely over the edge as he jerked spasmodically into her. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. They lay in each other's arms for several minutes. When they finally recovered enough to function, they looked into each other's eyes. At long last, he pushed himself to his knees and extended an arm to help her up. Carefully, they made their way to their feet. They looked at their audience, their eyes finally settling on Brian. It was Maurice who spoke. "Where can we clean up," he asked. "There's a shower over there in the changing room," he responded, pointing to a small extension off the garage. "You'll find plenty of towels." Without another word, the two turned and started for the shower. They spent the better part of a half-hour in the shower, trying to purge the oil from their bodies. When they finally finished, they left the changing room hand in hand. They paused for a moment and watched as five naked young men took turns having their way with their principal, and left. * * * Virginia Lee lay face down on the tarp, her skin glistening with the oil that covered every inch of her body. It was almost dark now; at least three hours since Cori had left and the boys began having their way with her. And oh how they'd taken her! They'd fucked her in her pussy and they'd fucked her in her mouth. They'd even fucked her in her ass. How many times they took her, she couldn't say. Several times each, at least. And then they'd stopped, leaving her alone on the tarp to recover from the aches and pains and orgasms that had so dominated here day. She'd finally drifted into a light sleep, almost, but not quite aware of the comings and goings around her. It was at that moment that she felt hands once again taking hold of her hips and lifting her ass from the tarp. "Nooo," she moaned pitifully. But her plea went unanswered as she felt one of the students sliding up behind her and slipping his cock into her pussy. Another hand grabbed a wad of her hair and pulled her mouth towards his engorged cock. Soon thereafter she was getting it from both ends. She wasn't giving the young man a blow job any more than she was making love to the guy behind her. She was simply the helpless repository for all their pent up teenage lust. They pounded her mercilessly, the guy in back even leaning forward and squeezing her tits. Yet before either of the boys neared their release, Virginia felt her body exploding in yet another orgasm, shaking her to her very core. Through her orgasmic fog she was vaguely aware of cum spurting into her mouth, only to drip out the sides and down her chin. The next thing she knew the guy behind her had a hold of her hair as he pulled her head back and emptied his seed into her pussy. A moment later she was once again face down on the tarp gasping for air. But there was no rest for the wicked, it seemed, as almost immediately two other boys took a hold of her arms and hoisted her to her feet. She was barely aware of being led away from the mat and towards the changing room. It wasn't until the cold water from the shower struck her body that some sense of awareness returned. * * * When she finally recovered enough to function, the guys exited the changing room, leaving her alone in the shower. She adjusted the water to a warmer flow and took a long, slow shower. When she climbed out, she grabbed a towel and dried off, before wrapping it around herself and exiting the room. She found the students – once again dressed in their gym shorts and tee shirts – sitting around the patio table, a half empty plate of sandwiches and a crinkled up bag of chips in their midst. It was Brian who spoke. "Lose the towel," he said without emotion. "Yes sir," she replied obediently, never diverting her eyes as she complied with his request. He allowed her to stand there for several long seconds as the table full of young male eyes drank in her nakedness. Finally, he nodded towards the chaise lounge where her clothes sat, all neatly folded. School Daze Ch. 04 "Go ahead and get dressed," he smiled. "Then join us for a quick bite." She dressed in silence, neither hurrying nor dragging her feet. When she finished, she slid into a chair and grabbed a sandwich. Forty-five minutes later she was stepping through her front door. She barely made it to her bedroom, where she threw off her clothes and climbed between her sheets. The next thing she knew, it was Sunday afternoon. * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 04 My eyes were transfixed on Amanda’s pussy, my cock hard as granite as I starting rubbing it through my pants. Erin too was enjoying herself as she let her hand stray between her legs. " I’m so wet! " Amanda moaned as she dipped her finger tips into her vagina to retrieve some lubrication for her clit. As she circled her clit with her fingers, little drops of fluid ran down her perineum and nestled in her asshole. The aroma of her excitement was starting to become apparent. Her hips were now starting to move in rhythm with her fingers. Her other hand reached around behind her ass and she was fingering herself from behind. Not being able to get good penetration reaching from behind, she reached for her vibrator on the night stand. Holding it in one hand she stuck the base between her teeth to hold it in place while she gave it a twist to turn it on. When it started buzzing, she made a couple of circles around the entrance to her vagina with the tip before inserting all the way. Reaching from behind again she started to work the vibrator in and out while rubbing her clit with the other hand an all the while moving her hips all in the same wild sexual rhythm. She with drew the vibrator. "Put your fingers in me and rub my G-spot." I leaned forward in slipped my first two fingers inside her with the tips upward feeling for that spongy little tissue. "There!... That’s it!... Rub it! I look over at Erin. "Do you want to feel it?" "I don’t.... I never..." "Come on." I urged, "you need to feel this. We’ll do it together" Erin leaned forward so we were shoulder to shoulder and hesitantly reached out for Amanda’s vaginal opening. I removed my middle finger to allow room for Erin’s index finger. Erin slow inserted her index finger next to mine until both our finger tips were pressing against Amanda’s G-spot. "I can’t believe I’m doing this," Erin exclaimed We both started rapidly pumping our fingers in and out stimulating her G-spot. Has she started to near orgasm her pudenda started to look like it was staring to contract. "Your fingers are right on my G-spot, " Amanda managed to say, "and it’s making me feel like I have to pee. If I just relax it and let ...ooh" That’s all she got out before her whole body started to shutter, the muscles of her vagina contracted around our fingers and a stream of fem cum shot out of her urethra spraying Erin’s and my arms and shirts. We all kept up the stimulation and after a few seconds a Amanda released a second squirt and then a third. After the third squirt, Amanda pushed our hands away from her vagina, too sensitive for anymore stimulation, rolled over on her side and curled up in the fetal position. We cover her with a blanket while she recovered from her orgasms. I looked at Erin in her wet shirt and said. "we better get out of these wet clothes before we catch cold" Erin looked me straight in the eye and without losing contact we both reached for the hems of our shirts and pulled them over our heads. I let my eyes break contact with Erin’s eyes while my gaze drifted down to her breasts. ‘You really are a ‘"Breast man"’ aren’t you." She said as she cupped her breasts with both hands and let her fingers brush over her hard pink nipples. "What can I say, big ones, little ones, I’m a fan of the whole genre. Amanda started to stir from her post orgasmic rest. She sat up on her knees and grabbed me around the neck with both arm pressing her breasts into my chest and gave me a big long deep kiss. After we detached, she reached over around Erin’s neck and pulled her to her. She hugged her around the neck pressing her breasts to Erin’s and then deliver the same long deep kiss she had given me. Seeing the two girl’s breasts pressed together like that made my cock twitch. When they broke their embrace, Amanda lay Erin back on the pillows, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the over her hips. My jeans were getting increasingly uncomfortable and i also took the opportunity to shed the rest of my clothes. Erin’s sexy body lay in the warm glow of the candle light. Her hand moved down over her breasts, over the wisp of her dark pubic hair to rest between her legs. She let her leg spread as she let her finger tips lightly run over her vulva and between the lips of her labia. Erin let her fingers dip deeper into her folds with one hand while the other was working on her nipples. Before long her finger started concentrating on her clit That’s when I took the opportunity to slip two finger in her vagina and start to stimulate her G-spot. I could feel her spongy spot with the tips of my finger and from Erin’s response I could tell that she could feel it too. Her hips started to rock with the strokes of my finger tips as she got more into it her ass started to come off the bed with each thrust. Amanda was ready to get into the action too. Kneeling next to me she reached down to hold my hand as it worked on Erin. Soon she had a finger inserted in Erin’s vagina, next to mine, as we worked on her together. "When you get close to cumming your going to feel like you need to pee. Just relax, don’t tense up, let it come. We’re here for you". Just those word passed Amanda’s lips i started to notice the muscles of Erin’s vagina start to tighten. The muscle around her vulva looked as if they were starting to contract. It started as just a little trickle of fluid running between our finger down towards her asshole. Amanda and I continued to work our fingers on Erin’s spot. "That’s it girl." Amanda cheered. " You got it going now" And with that Erin’s vagina convulsed again as her back arched lifting her ass off the bed and a guttural moan emanated from her lips as a full stream of cum squirted from between her tender lips. A few more strokes and she sat straight up as she came for the third time soaking us again. Amanda and I tried to bring her around for a fourth but she couldn’t handle it as she curled up in a ball. Amanda curled up behind her a they looked like they were going to drift off to sleep. "Excuse me." I said after a few moments. "Is anybody going to help me with this?" Looking down at my erection. Both girls were too exhausted to take things into their own hands. when Amanda spoke up. "You seem to be fascinated with Erin’s breasts, why don’t just fuck them." I have to admit the idea sounds great to me. "Well, how about it?" "Ok" Erin replied as she rolled over on her back. I crawled on top of her and straddled her chest just below her breasts and let the tip of my cock rub against one of her hard nipples. My cock was starting to ooze enough pre-cum to get it nice and slick. As things progressed I started to let the length of my cock glide over her slick nipple and let my scrotum push up against the base of her breast. After a few stroke on her nipple I let my cock drop between her breasts. Erin pushed the side of her breast together to surround my cock with a soft fleshy tunnel. "How does that feel?" Amanda asked. "This is great, so soft and war", I replied. "If you think that feels good, let’s try some of this." And with that she reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a tube of some Astroglide lubricant and proceeded to run a bead down the center of my cock. Much like if she were squeezing some mustard on a hotdog. Not only did the lube increase the sensitivity of the stroking but also helped spread the warmth of Erin’s breasts to my cock. I continued to pump my cock into Erin’s lovely breast flesh while letting my balls drag over her belly with each stroke. Soon my PC muscles started to tighten and my balls started to draw up. My orgasm was starting to grow and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I slowed the pace of my thrusts and squeezed back with my PC muscles trying to hold myself on the edge of climax as long as I could. Finally with one last thrust, I couldn’t hold back the tide any longer and with a groan of relief my hot cum shot out the tip of my cock sending a pulsating waves convulsing through my body. Five or six more spasms of my cock left Erin’s chest, neck and face covered with my ejaculate. We cleaned each other with the towels then entered into a three way french kiss as we settled in under the covers for the night. I slept snuggled up to Erin’s backside with my cock pressed up against her lovely ass and it stayed hard all night. In the morning I started rubbing my cock and before you know it we were all masturbating together. This sure as hell beat sleeping on the couch. School Daze Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Oral Exams This is the fifth chapter in the School Daze series. The first installment, School Daze, contains both chapters one and two. When I first started writing these stories didn't quite know where I would be going with them and didn't plan well. I have appreciated the feedback and encouragement that you have been sending me especially from the ladies. Please keep the feedback coming. Some responders have replied with some suggestions for additional chapters. If anyone else has some ideas for stories please pass them along. * "Before we start our discussions of practices that involve the exchange of bodily fluids," Pam began the lecture, "I would be remiss if we did not entertain a discussion of safe sexual practices." Thus began our lecture on safe sex. We covered all the basic stuff, birth control, sexually transmitted disease. All stuff any young sexually active person should know, but not nearly as exciting as her pervious lectures. The only semi- bright spot was the demonstration of proper condom application. Pam brought out the male torso she used in the first lecture. "Let's see if we can get him excited." Using the little pump apparatus, Pam brought the figure to full erection. Seeing the figure with a full hard-on brought a couple of giggles from the back of the room along with a few comments about size. Pam pulled out a condom, tore the package open with her teeth, placed it over the head of the penis, pinching the air out of the tip and rolled the condom down the shaft. I didn't time her but I'd say the whole process didn't take more than three seconds. We all got the feeling she was showing off. "Any questions?" Pam asked referring to her demonstration. I couldn't help myself, "Was that a ribbed condom or ultra-sensitive?" I was able to get a smile out of Pam as the class ended but not before she gave us an assignment before we could leave. "As part of passing this class I expect each of you to go to student health and get tested for HIV. I do not need to know the results but each of you need to be a responsible partner and part of that responsibility is knowing your HIV status. You will need to bring me the receipt from student health showing me that you have been tested. Second, each of you will also need to demonstrate to me the proper method for application of a condom. You can stop by my office during office hours or any other time you can catch me. I will have plenty of condoms, so you need not bring your own. You can either use our friend here or bring your own banana. Lastly, I want you all to start exercising your PC muscles, at least five minutes a day. Having strong PC muscles can enhance the sexual experience for both females and males, and should not be ignored." We all gathered up our stuff and exited class and for the first time I didn't leave with a raging hard on. Amanda, Erin and I had some time to kill after class so we decided to head over to student health and get our blood tests out of the way. We all signed in and waited to be individually called in for the blood test. The test is not just a blood draw but consist of a counseling session of what the test means and what to do if you tested positive. We were also educated on the use of the call-in line for the results and how to use the confidential access number. Erin's appointment lasted a little long than Amanda's and mine, only to find out afterwards that she got a complete physical so she could start on birth control pills. We met up after her appointment and stopped by the pharmacy on the way out the door to pick up Erin's prescription before heading back across campus to show Pam our receipts for our blood tests. We found Pam in her office, sitting at her desk, shoes kick off, feet on her desk reading a lady's magazine. She had removed her suit jacket, the white silk of her blouse draped across her breasts concealing a tight 30 something body. Through her sheer blouse you could make out the form of an even more delicate bra. I had the feeling we were interrupting her down time until she looked up and a genuine smile came across her lips. "Lady's magazines always have some interesting articles about sex." She explained. "So reading them is some what work related. I have to admit I sometimes wonder where they get this stuff, but at least they are trying. Men's magazines seldom have good articles about sex or relationships, men just want to see someone naked," she laughed. "Hey, I buy them for the articles." I protested. 'Right, the only part you read is the sex stories." "They are thought provoking." "Right, I bet you find them quite stimulating." Pam joked. "Are you guys here to do your condom demo?" "Actually," Erin started, "we're here to check off our HIV testing." "But," Amanda chimed in, "while we're here, we might as well do the condom demo." "Great, have a seat." We pulled up some chairs in front of Pam's desk while she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. The male torso was sitting on a cart next to her desk, and all of the sudden I started to get an uncomfortable feeling about handling an erect male phallus, even if it was plastic. "I may wait and do this another time, I didn't bring a banana with me and I know it is silly but, I don't feel too comfortable with using the model." The girls instantly starting teasing me about my concerns and saying I was being immature. "Well," Pam said after some thought, "it is irregular and I would be fired if someone found out, but if you want, you can demonstrate on yourself. " At first I thought she was joking but as she continued I realized she was serious. "We will have the girls leave the room and lock the door. I used to be a nurse and have seen more penises than the towel guy in a Turkish bath. I also helped in a research project in grad school where we did a statistical analysis of penis size. We were down in Cancun at spring break and had a couple of tents set up on the beach, each guy would enter one at a time and drop their swim trunks and I and another female grad student would measure the size of their erections. For their troubles they would get a bottle of tequila. I'm not sure if that was a good idea, arming some nineteen year old kid with a hard–on and bottle of tequila." Realizing she was serious, I started to get a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach while at the same time feeling the excitement in my rapidly hardening cock. Not wanting to look too eager, I put up a mild protest. "You may have seen a lot of penises but you haven't seen mine." "Oh' come on," Amanda jumped in, "don't be a wimp." "If you don't want to do this now, you can come back later." "That's OK, I guess I'll do it now." "Well girls, I guess we should give Bill a little privacy," giving Erin and Amanda their cue to leave. "No, that's ok. It's not like they haven't seen me before." That statement got Pam's curiosity aroused. I then went through the details of our "study" sessions, the anatomy lesson, masturbation and female ejaculation. I could tell Pam was getting excited from my descriptions of the events. "I can't tell how much we enjoy your class." I said. "It really gets us excited." "I can tell by the bulge in your pants when class is over." She replied. "I have to admit I get turned on myself sometimes. As a matter of fact, I had to make a trip to the ladies room to take care of business after the masturbation discussion." "Well enough of that," Pam said looking over at Erin. "Would you reach behind you and lock the door while we see what this boy's got?" With that Pam tossed me a condom. I stood, still feeling the nervousness in my stomach, kicked off my shoes and proceeded to undo my pants, pushing them below my knees, stepping out, letting my cock spring out for all to view. "You have very good size." Pam remarked. "Average is about five and three quarter inches, I'd say you're close to seven. Your shape is very nice too." I was about to tear open the foil packet and start the demonstration when Amanda spoke up. "Pam, I didn't get a good look at the demonstration in class. Would you go over it again with Bill so we could get a closer look?" "That would be highly irregular, and I could lose my job," she protested. "Pam," Amanda said, "don't you think we have crossed the irregular line already?" "Well, I guess we have crossed the line and there is no going back at this point." Pam came around the desk to where I was standing and took the foil packet from my hand. I could clearly see the impression of her nipples straining against her bra and the silk of her blouse. She then dropped to her knees so my cock was staring her right in the face. Tearing open the packet and removing the condom she grasped my cock at the base and placed the condom over the head while pinching the air out of the tip. Slowly sliding her fingers from the base up to the head of my cock her fingers circled around the condom and slowly slid the condom back down to the base, while letting her fingers make as much contact with the bare underside of my penis as she could. This little exercise caused my eyes to roll back in my head while my knees felt like they were going to give out. "Putting on a condom does not have to get in the way of sex, it can be an enjoyable part of foreplay." Pam remarked. "Removing the condom also has its own technique." Pam continued. "The penis should be with drawn from the vagina quite soon after ejaculation, no lingering, the penis will start to soften and can slide right out leaving the condom in the vagina. To remove the condom, pinch the tip a little ways down to hold the ejaculate in the tip. Then place your finger around the base and slide them up together and you should end up with a nice little sperm baggie." As Pam was talking through her instructions, she was performing the technique on me. When her fingers slid up my cock to remove the condom I had another of those eye rolling, knee buckling moments. "Well enough of that." Pam said as she stood and tossed the spent condom into the trash. "The custodian must wonder what I do in here all day." Pam walked back to the desk and tossed me a condom. "Your turn." I was able to make it through the demonstration without incident. I did, however, have to resist the strong urge to start jerking-off right then and there. Erin went next. Instead of using the mannequin she got down on her knees in front of me, tore open the package and removed the condom. She took the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger and placed the condom over the head of my penis and slowly slid it over my shaft. "There, how did I do?" "Very good, but I'm afraid all the attention Bill's penis is getting is giving him a severe case of blue balls." I had to agree, Erin's smooth hand on my cock was driving me nuts. My cock was so hard it was bouncing with each pulse of my heart. Pre-cum was starting to drip from the tip. Now it was Amanda's turn. She took a condom from the desk and walked over to where I was standing. She held the corner of the pack with her teeth and pulled it open and removed the condom. Instead of kneeling, Amanda took another step towards me. Her eyes were about chin level, staring right into mine, her breasts were pressing against my chest, and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. With one hand, she grabbed the full length of my penis. I had to resist the urge to start pumping my cock into her hand. She took the condom in her other hand and without breaking eye contact, rolled it over my cock. "Great job, all of you," Pam remarked. "Putting on a condom can be very sexy." The tension in the room was at a peak. I broke the silence commenting I should get my pants on before another student came by and knocked on the door. I got my pants on but before we left, Pam remarked how happy she was that a few of her students were taking the opportunity to explore the curriculum in more depth. "I think you will all enjoy our next discussion." Pam said, as we walked out the door. "Oh yeah, what's the subject?" Erin asked. . "You will just have to wait and see." . As we were about to exit the building, Amanda remarked she needed to use the ladies room leaving Erin and me alone. I was unsuccessfully trying to talk Erin into a study session to get some relief from my blue balls when Amanda returned with a big smile across her face. "What's going on?" I asked. "When I went into the ladies room, one of the stalls was occupied. I think it was Pam, I could tell by her shoes." "So?" "So, she was masturbating. I must have walked in just as she was cumming. She was kind of panting and let out a little squeal then I heard a splash of water. I guess she was at a place where she couldn't stop if you know what I mean." The thought of getting Pam so turned on that she had to go take care of business was exciting and I started to get hard again thinking of her playing with herself. I didn't know how I was going to deal with these constant erections. I was trying to implore the girls into a study session but they wouldn't have anything to do with it. Their plan was to make me suffer and they said something about being at the end of their periods. "You better take a cold shower and get yourself under control." Erin said. With that, we parted ways for the day after reminding each other of our agreement to 'not study' until we got together Thursday night. It was Monday now and I did not know how I was going to make it another three days. I was also curious what Pam had in store for us with her next lecture. Wednesday finally came and we were sitting in class anxiously awaiting Pam to start her lecture. Pam entered the room and made deliberate eye contact with the three of us as she smiled "One of the best ways to enhance a sexual relationship and a most enjoyable act is to engage in oral sex." Pam began her lecture. "Face it, there are things you can do with a mouth and a tongue that you just can't do with a vagina, penis or hand." Pam was looking right at us as a big smile crossed my face. "Oral / genital sex is quite a common practice," she continued," and is known as either cunnilingus or fellatio when performed respectively on the female and male. It can be extremely exciting for both male and female parties." "Probably the most common concern about oral sex is the issue of cleanliness. Many people find the genital area somehow unhygienic when compared to other parts of the body, and may cause them to feel uncomfortable with giving or receiving oral sex. That can be overcome by taking a shower or bathing together. The soapy water and freshness can wash away doubts on this delicate issue and at the same time be a bonding and intimate experience for both partners! And if you're worried about germs, your mouth has millions more germs than a clean penis." "When one party starts fantasizing about a particular sexual practice, discussion is important. It helps to understand each others concerns, prejudices and past experiences about any new sexual practice." "However, there is always a gentle way to start the proceedings and one way to go about it is to experiment. The other great concern is the actual ability to provide satisfactory oral stimulation to the partner. The best way forward is if both partner's guide each other by giving exact feedback on what is best for them. One effective method is to start fondling, caressing and nuzzling each other around the genital area: the thighs, stomach and pubic region. During fellatio, the woman can provide various stimulations with her tongue and mouth. She can hold the penis with her hand and start licking and kissing the head of the penis." The thought of Amanda or Erin kissing the head of my penis was starting to make me squirm in my seat. "When beginning, it is important too for the woman to give the amount of stimulation that she is most comfortable with. Later, with more experience, a little genital touching and kissing can be extended to more direct stimulation. It is not necessary for her to move her mouth back and forth over the whole length of the penis - she can use her hand on the lower part and her mouth and tongue on the tip. She can also fondle and kiss the testicles, and perineum." "There are few tips to fellatio that can be given other than practice. The lips and tongue are the major sources of stimulation and it is with the lips and tongue that you should apply the attention to make him feel good. Both men and women respond well to pressure and rhythm. A steady, strong stroke will be enough to get the reaction you're looking for. " "Deep-throating is the act of taking the penis down past your gag reflex. In reality, this particular sexual adventure is very overrated. The best way to give fellatio is still with the lips and tongue, taking only as much as you can without gagging. However, for those that want to know, the basic lesson is still practice. Take the penis as far as you can without choking, and then close your eyes and concentrate, taking each quarter inch, telling yourself that you won't choke, that you can take it out at any time and slowly swallow it down. Then rise off it just as slowly. " "Every penis is different and each has its sensitive spots and its preferred ways of being handled. Listen to its owner. The sounds he makes and the feel of his body tensing are your best clues that you're doing it right. Feel free to grasp with your hands whatever of the penis you can't fit into your mouth. Many men like as much stimulation as possible and the feel of a wet mouth and a saliva-slicked hand are enough to send them to the brink of orgasm very quickly. " 'This brings us to a sensitive issue, swallowing ejaculate." "Just out of curiosity," Pam directed to the class. "How many of you are swallowers?" About half the class's hands went up. Amanda's did. Erin's didn't. Pam directed her question to the swallowers. "Of those of you who swallow, what is it you like about it?" Amanda didn't hesitate to respond. "It's great to take a guy over the edge and it seems his orgasm is stronger. It is just like he explodes in my mouth. And his pulsating penis is really a turn on." Pam looked at Erin, "And what is it you don't like about swallowing?" Erin looked a little embarrassed. "Well, I guess I just don't have enough experience." "That will probably change." Pam smiled. "For many men," Pam continued with her lecture, this is important to them - they like to feel that by swallowing their semen, you complete this act of lovemaking and accept a part of themselves into your body and it just feels great. But many people don't like the taste of semen and can't bring themselves to swallow. Talk about this beforehand - let him know if you can't handle it and assure him it's nothing personal. " "Some women object to the taste of a man's ejaculate. The taste of a man's ejaculate is determine by its composition and can change depending diet. Macrobiotic nutritionists have actually done research on this subject and the results are in: you are what you eat. Common sense dictates that if you taste good, your lover will want to eat you more often, so improving your body's taste and smell should be important to you. In general, nutritionists say alkaline-based foods such as meats and fish produce a butter, fish taste. Dairy products, which contain a high bacterial putrefaction level, create the foul tasting fluids. Asparagus however, is the foulest by far. I am an avid swallower and I find asparagus-laced semen one of the worst. Acidic fruits, such as sweets, fruits, and alcohol give bodily fluids a pleasant, sugary flavor. Chemically processed liquors will cause an extremely acidic taste however, so if you're going to drink alcohol, drink high-quality, naturally fermented beers or sake." "In conclusion, there is only one true way to do fellatio and that's with enthusiasm. You have to love what you're doing to him, either because you love him or you love sucking cock. Loving both is best! Faked orgasms have nothing on lackluster fellatio as far as ruining the sexual experience. " "Cunnilingus, Pam continued, is the fine art of making love to a vagina with your mouth and tongue. It is a delicate skill, requiring patience, practice and dedication to get it right, but learn to do it right with a woman and she will appreciate you all the more for it." "What applies to the penis applies to the vulva - every one is different, requiring a different touch to make its owner happy. But few tools can equal the tongue for the amount of pleasure it can deliver to a happy clitoris." "We have reviewed the vulva in earlier lectures and can identify with some precision the labia majora, clitoral hood, clitoris, labia minora, urethra, vagina, and perineum, to name them. " "During cunnilingus, the partner can follow the same stimulation pattern as with fellatio. The secret is to begin slowly and gradually in the genital area, then move to direct stimulation of the clitoris. This isn't an attack. Don't go after the clitoris like a fireman attacking a fire. Quite often at first, the clitoris is far too sensitive for direct stimulation. Lick around it, stimulating the hood, teasing her inner labia, tasting her. Take your time and listen to her. Some women make sounds and some do not. It will be awhile before you learn exactly what your lover prefers as far as oral sex is concerned." 'Some women may like additional stimulation - a finger or two into the vagina or perhaps even the anus. She may want your hands to reach up and play with her breasts or she may want your fingers to hold her labia apart so that your tongue can get at her vulva more directly. " "As a woman nears her climax, she may want more direct stimulation. In general, fast, rhythmic stimulation is most effective at causing climax- but there shouldn't be a rush to get there. Take your time and learn to appreciate what you can do for her. " "Mutual oral-genital stimulation can be achieved in a position known as 69. This can be quite pleasurable for both parties but it is important to mention that some people find it difficult to concentrate on giving and receiving at the same time. Positions for 69 have as many variations as intercourse positions. The partner's experimental willingness can contribute greatly to finding out what is best for both." "Oral sex does not always need to result in orgasm - it can be used as either foreplay, or intermittently during or after intercourse. . Otherwise it is natural and fun, and can deepen the intimacy that already exists between a couple." School Daze Ch. 05 Chapter Five – A New Mistress It'd been three weeks since the oil wrestling debacle against Miss Goodman; three weeks in which Ms. Lee had lost all control of her situation. What had started out as a slow, boring school year – one that didn't even get interesting until Brian Bitner staked his claim to her in early January – had suddenly gotten totally out of hand. First off, although her relationship with Cori Goodman had been mended, it was nothing like it had been before, where she'd been the dominant personality. In the new relationship Cori was dominant, with Ms. Lee becoming little more than her girl toy. Brian Bitner was still in the picture, along with five other members of the wrestling team. Not only were they all fucking her, they were fucking her whenever and wherever they wanted, including in her office at school. No matter how many times Virginia told herself to stand firm about 'not on school grounds and not during school hours,' when one of them confronted her, she always wilted. What was worse – and completely unbeknownst to her – was that for some of those encounters she'd had an audience. * * * It was 5:30 when Ms. Lee returned to the conference room and began gathering her papers. The biweekly Wednesday staff meeting had concluded almost two hours previously, but she'd gotten tied up with school affairs and was only now getting back to gather her things. The sound of the conference room door closing unexpectedly startled her. "Jeez, Barbie," she gasped as she turned towards the door. "You startled me. I thought everyone had left by now." Barbie, the 21-year-old office secretary, set a black bag on the table by the door and turned to face her boss. "Everyone else has," she said softly, taking a slow but confronting step forward. "Is something wrong, Barbie?" The secretary did not reply, instead taking another step forward, stopping just in front of the somewhat befuddled principal. "Barbie?" Virginia tried again. "What's going on?" In reply, Barbie reached a hand out and brushed a lock of hair from Ms. Lee's face. Instinctively Virginia reached to brush the hand aside. "Barbie, what's . . ." the principal blurted out. But she never finished the sentence. SLAP! The slap was hard enough to spin the older woman's head to the side, leaving a bright red welt on her cheek. Slowly, the stunned principal turned her head back towards her secretary. Her lips were moving, but no words came out. For a long, silent moment the two women just stared at each other, unmoving until Barbie once again reached out her hand, this time running her fingers through the Principal's wavy blonde hair. Virginia's head was spinning, realizing that only one thing would give Barbie the courage to slap her like that. She knew! Despite her stunned state, a single rational thought managed to find its way into the principal's head. She knew and yet had chosen to confront her directly instead of turning her in. That could only mean . . . She shook her head slowly. 'Noooo,' she moaned silently. 'Not again!' "Barbie, please don't . . ." But Barbie ignored her plea, instead moving her hand to gently rub the cheek she'd just slapped, while Virginia stood there with her mouth hanging open. After a long, silent moment, Barbie removed her hand from Ms Lee's face. "Turn around," she ordered in a soft but commanding voice. "Please," Virginia responded meekly. "I can't. I just can't." But before the words had even left her mouth her feet were in motion obeying the younger woman's command. When the turn was completed and Ms. Lee's back was to her, Barbie reached both hands out and began gently massaging the principal's shoulders. Virginia could feel her body shaking as she muttered almost inaudibly. "Please don't." In response, the hands slid from her shoulders to the base of her neck, deftly unhooking the top of her dress. A moment later the zipper was sliding slowly down its track, not stopping until it reached the small of her back. And as those hands slid back up her back to unsnap her bra, the principal let out a small moan, offering no further protest as her bra and dress slid off her shoulders and onto the floor. Virginia could sense Barbie taking a step backwards to drink in her nearly naked backside, now clad only in nylons, high heeled shoes and the smallest of panties,. And as those eyes bore into her, she could feel her body reacting. "Step out of the dress and kick it aside," Barbie ordered. "Do not turn around." "Yes, ma'am," Virginia heard herself reply submissively, all pretense of resistance slipping further and further away. "Now, spread your legs and bend at the waist." Again, the principal complied immediately. The secretary stepped forward until she was pressing directly against the principal's scantily clad fanny. She placed her hands on the back below her and began tracing her finger tips lightly across its nakedness. No longer was there any sign of resistance, just a series of shivers as her fingers wandered over her back. Barbie then took a half step backwards, sliding her fingers under the band of the panties, slowly easing the dainty garment down her legs until they reached her ankles. And then . . . WHACK! Ms. Lee let out a yelp as a stinging slap hit her right buttock. WHACK! Again Ms. Lee yelped as the left buttock was attacked. The attacks were so sudden and unexpected that Ms. Lee knee's nearly buckled. "You seem to get more than your fair share of spankings," Barbie said, for the first time insinuating that she'd seen some of the principal's sexual ordeals. She knelt down behind the bent over woman, grabbed a butt-cheek with each hand and spread them wide, clearly exposing her pussy and nether hole. The dampness around her lips was quite obvious. She released her fanny, only to deliver another blow to the right cheek. "Not to worry, though," she said as she rose to her feet. "It's not your fanny that interests me." She hesitated, eying the glistening dampness around the pussy lips. "At least not at the moment." For several moments there was silence – Virginia Lee holding her bent over position while Barbie stood behind her, surveying the principal's nakedness. "Stand up!" Barbie ordered at last. Ms. Lee quickly obeyed. "Now, turn around and let me get a good look at you." Again, Ms. Lee did not hesitate to obey. Whatever would happen next, she knew, was totally up to her secretary. She also knew that there was nothing she could – or would – do to stop the woman who was 13 years her junior. Barbie took a step backwards so she could take in all of the principal's body. "Very nice. Very nice indeed," she smiled. She then diverted her eyes to the conference table and to the chairs that surrounded it. "Now, be a dear," she continued, "and move the chairs away from the table. You can put them over by the far wall." "Yes ma'am," Ms. Lee responded. She moved quickly, rolling one chair at a time away from the table. It took more that a bit of self-control for Barbie to keep from laughing out loud as the naked, busty principal scurried around the table. When she'd finished her task, Virginia returned to her spot in front of her new mistress. "Very good. Now, lay down on the table," Barbie ordered. "Face up." It was a large table, roughly 9 feet long by 4 feet wide – more than big enough to accommodate the principal's prone body. Once she was in position, Barbie stepped closer to the table. She slowly circled the table, examining her subject from every angle. When she'd finished her examination she moved to the bag she'd deposited by the door when she'd first entered the room and reached inside. When she turned back towards Virginia, she held a small length of rope in her hand, one end already tied in a small loop. Virginia's heart was beating wildly in her chest as she looked at the rope. She had no doubt what it was for, and that sent her mind racing madly. Here was a young woman – her subordinate – with whom she had no relationship with whatsoever outside of the office, who was about to tie her up. A million thoughts ran through her head. Could she trust her? After all, she'd be completely helpless, totally at the young woman's mercy. What if she hurt her? Would she stop if she screamed out? Or if she begged? In the end she simply lay there, offering no resistance at all as Barbie slipped the loop around her right wrist and pulled it snug, before moving the arm above her head and tying the other end to the table leg. Nor did she resist when Barbie grabbed another length of rope from the bag and repeated the process on the left arm. Once both hands were secured, Barbie moved to the foot of the table. After a brief hesitation she reached down and slid Ms. Lee's left shoe from her foot, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The right shoe joined it shortly thereafter. She then lifted the right foot from the table and massaged it's sole with her thumbs, earning a soft sigh for her efforts. She eased the foot back to the table and slowly slid her hands up the leg, creeping nearer and nearer to the top of her thigh-high nylons. When she finally reached the top, she allowed her fingers to dance ever so lightly across the soft, tender thigh before hooking them inside the nylon and easing it down the leg. By the time the left nylon was also removed, the look of pure lust in the principal's eyes was undeniable. Barbie returned to her bag and removed another strand of rope, sliding the loop over the left ankle and sliding the knot tight. Then, as with the arms, she tied the other end to the table leg. When she heard Barbie moving away from the table, Virginia turned her head, unable to resist watching as her tormentor once again reached into the bag. But when Barbie turned back around, she held not a fourth strand of rope, but a pair of two inch by one inch oval shaped objects in one hand and what looked like a remote control in the other. Ms. Lee knew exactly what they were. They were bullets; small egg-shaped vibrators made to be inserted into a woman's pussy – or her ass. "I'm sure you know what these are," Barbie said almost nonchalantly. The principal nodded her, her eyes still glued to the bullets. Barbie sat on the table by her captive's right side, facing her head. She placed both the remote and the bullets on the table, before reaching her right hand back and sliding it between Ms. Lee's legs. The principal jumped as the fingers slid over her love button and into her pussy, gasping as the unexpected intrusion sent shivers throughout her body. "My, my, aren't we wet," Barbie said in mock chastisement. "You like what I'm doing, don't you?" Ms. Lee felt herself turning crimson as she turned away. She didn't answer. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Barbie teased. "No matter. Your pussy's speaking loud and clear." With that, Barbie withdrew her hand and picked up a bullet. She brought it to her lips, sucking it seductively as she slid it slowly in, then out of her mouth. Next, she stood up, moved down the table a bit, lifted the Principal's right leg – the one that wasn't yet tied down – and pressed the bullet against Ms. Lee's forbidden hole. Finally, with surprising tenderness, she eased it in. Virginia Lee gasped as the devise settled painfully into its new home. She squirmed uncomfortably for several long seconds before she began to adjust to the intrusion. And just when she was beginning to relax, the other bullet was sliding between her wet, puffy outer lips and into her pussy. Again she gasped as she looked up at her tormentor, her desperation clearly growing. With both bullets now fully inserted, Barbie returned to her bag, this time pulling out the fourth strand of rope. A moment later the principal's right leg was securely tied down and her last hint of free-will was gone. Barbie looked down on her handiwork and smiled. She then picked up the remote and began circling the table. "If you would have only taken a few small precautions, you wouldn't be in this situation, would you?" Barbie asked as she moved around the table. She waited for Ms. Lee's answer. When one didn't come, she stopped, cocked her head slightly and repeated. "Would you?" "No, ma'am," the principal managed to get out in a hoarse, musky voice. "I mean, if you had to do it at school," she smiled, gesturing to her surroundings, "you should have made sure that everyone had left." There was a momentary hesitation. "Or at least locked the door, like I did, so people like me couldn't eavesdrop." She reached out with her free hand and traced little circles over the principal's breasts, getting precisely the hoped for reaction from her prisoner. "But you didn't, and as a result . . ." Barbie said, pausing to lean over until her face was hovering over Ms. Lee's. "You've got me!" she finished, turning the remote on high. Virginia jumped as both bullets burst into life, sending waves of pleasure through her already frazzled nerves. She squirmed atop the table, pulling at the ropes that held her prisoner. And then the pleasure stopped. "Noooo," Ms. Lee moaned sadly. "Don't stop." But the young secretary ignored her plea, choosing instead to let her fingers wander aimlessly across the prone, naked body as she once again began moving around the table. "I first saw you about three weeks ago with Maurice and Miss Goodman," Barbie began, explaining how she'd discovered the principal's secret – as if an explanation was needed. "I'd already left for the day, but had to come back for something I'd forgotten. "I heard noises coming from your office and went to investigate. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I saw you, stark naked, being spanked by Miss Goodman while Maurice – that beautiful, black stud – stood by and watched. I tell you, that was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen. And when Maurice threw you to the floor and fucked your tits, spewing his hot, sticky cum all over your face, I nearly lost it. "Ironically, Miss Goodman and Maurice nearly caught me when they left. I was barely able to duck into the conference room without being seen." She could see Ms. Lee squirming on the table, the story – not to mention her wandering fingers and the bullets that were filling both her holes – obviously getting to her. Truth be known, the situation was getting to Barbie, too. "A few days later there was that other wrestler – Brian Bittner – with another spanking, followed by a good old fashioned fucking." She smiled, running her finger tips gently up the bottom of Ms. Lee's feet, very much enjoying the little game she was playing And then, as chills were racing up the principal's body from the tickling hand, the bullets once again sprang to life. "Oh, shit!" Ms. Lee screamed, her whole body going rigid. Barbie stood at the foot of the table, looking up between the principal's legs to her lightly haired pussy, then over her stomach and breasts to her face as she writhed helplessly across the table. Then, with a sly smile, she turned the bullets down to low and moved around to her captive's head. "Tell me," Barbie continued. "Were there more?" But the question went unanswered as other things had a firm hold on the principal's attention. "I asked you a question," Barbie said as she switched off the bullets. "Were there more?" "Yes," Ms. Lee whimpered as the pleasure began to ebb. "How many?" "Five," came the reply. And then, in an almost inaudible voice, came the words "this year." For a moment, Barbie was taken aback, surprised by the revelation that Ms. Lee's indiscretions had occurred in more than one year. She took a breath, calmed herself, and started around the other side of the table, still dragging her fingers over the prone body. "So, just how long has this been going on?" "This year and last." "I see. And how many last year?" Ms. Lee hesitated, still coherent enough to be reluctant to divulge any more of her secrets than necessary. So Barbie moved to the principal's side and turned the bullets on high, even as she was grabbing one of Ms. Lee's nipples between her fingers and squeezing – hard. "Six," the principal shouted out. The bullets dropped to the low speed and the fingers released her nipple. "All Students?" "Yes, ma'am. Five guys and a girl." "Hmm," Barbie uttered as she once again began circling the table, pondering this new information. She came to a stop by the Principal's right side and sat down on the edge of the table by her hip, turning so she could see her face. She switched off the bullets. "Let's start at the beginning, then," she said at last, the thumb and fore-finger of her right hand taking possession of the principal's left nipple. "The whole story, and don't leave anything out." She squeezed the nipple, twirling it between her fingers, pulling on it gently. It took nearly twenty minutes for Ms. Lee to finish her tale. Barbie interrupted constantly, probing for clarifications and more information, all the while teasing the principal's erect nipples, spicing things up from time to time by firing up the bullets. The principal was squirming desperately by the time she'd finished her story, very much distracted by all of Barbie's attentions. Barbie was silent for a full minute as she digested Ms. Lee's story. Finally she let out a sigh, rose to her feet and turned to face her captive. "And now it gets worse," she said as her fingers slid to the top button of her blouse and released it. Virginia Lee lay there, breathing heavily as she watched the 5'10" blonde haired secretary slowly unbutton her blouse. When the blouse fell to the floor, her eyes were drawn hungrily to the gorgeous breasts that were only barely contained in the lacy red bra. She yearned to reach out and grab them, to rip the bra from her body. But all she could do was lie there, watching, waiting. There was a moment's pause while Barbie slipped off her shoes, before her hands began working to release the snap of her slacks. It didn't take long for the pants to join the blouse on the floor as the beautiful young woman – now clad in only the bra and matching red thong – reclaimed her seat on the edge of the table at the principal's right side. She switched the bullets on low. "You like this, don't you?" she queried. "Yes," came the raspy response. Barbie let the bullets run for a few moments, watching as the older woman squirmed as they worked their magic, stopping before her prisoner was allowed to cum. "What else do you like?" her queries continued. The principal turned her increasingly desperate eyes to Barbie. "Anything," she managed to answer. "Everything." "I see." Barbie lowered her eyes to Ms. Lee's breasts. "Do you like this?" she said as she reached out with both hands, took possession of the rapidly rising and falling sweat-covered orbs and squeezed – hard. Ms. Lee gasped as her body went rigid. "Yes," she somehow managed to answer. For several long, agonizing seconds Barbie continued her assault on the breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, pinching hard on their nipples. Finally, she relaxed her hands. "And do you like this," she whispered as she leaned over, planting several soft little kisses on those very same breasts, this time allowing her hands to wander over them tenderly. "Oh, yes," Ms. Lee moaned. "Oh God, yes." Ms. Lee closed her eyes, allowing the soft, tender pleasure to carry her away as she moaned encouragement to her captor. She lost track of how long Barbie kept at it, not realizing she'd stopped until several seconds after she actually had. When she finally opened her eyes, Barbie was once again on her feet, only this time her hands were behind her back releasing her bra. School Daze Ch. 05 The bra hit the floor with hardly a sound. Barbie then turned so her back was to the principal's face, bent over and lowered her thong slowly over her hips and down her legs, giving the tied up woman a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass. She then turned around and, with the thong in her hand, stepped over beside Ms. Lee's head. She took the small, dainty garment and held it up to the principal's nose. "And do you like the smell of my pussy?" she asked in a sultry, seductive voice. Ms. Lee nodded her head. "Yes," she managed to squeak out. "Can see how wet I am?" Barbie asked, the thong still pressed against her face. "Yes." Barbie withdrew the thong, leaned over until her face was inches from Ms. Lee's and spoke. "And do you know what we're going to do about it?" Ms. Lee bit her lower lip and shook her head nervously. Barbie tossed the thong aside and ran her fingers seductively through the principal's hair. "I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to eat my pussy until I cum." She hesitated before continuing. "And if you do a real good job, I might allow you to cum. How does that sound?" Ms. Lee nodded her head anxiously. "Yes, please," she pleaded. "Please let me eat your pussy." Barbie smiled but didn't say a word as she straightened up, raising her left knee onto the table. She then pulled her other leg onto the table, swinging the right leg over the prone torso until she was straddling her chest. Finally, she shimmied up until her pussy was hovering over Ms. Lee's mouth. But when Ms. Lee raised her head from the table and stretched towards the hovering pussy, Barbie grabbed her roughly by the hair and held the head firm, still several inches from the target. "Don't disappoint me," she said before finally lowering herself to the waiting lips. Virginia was nearly delirious from the emotional overload. She was the principal and this was her school – her conference room. Yet she was the one who was tied helplessly to the table with one bullet up her pussy and another up her ass while her secretary had a firm hold of her hair, grinding her pussy into her face. Her body was on fire and she felt like a complete and utter tramp. And all she wanted to do was eat that beautiful young pussy until her tormentor screamed out in orgasm. Barbie knew she wouldn't last long. She had a firm grip on Ms. Lee's hair with her left hand, holding her mouth against her pussy while her right hand squeezed her own beautiful, full tits. She gasped as the principal's practiced tongue dove deep into her pussy, sending shivers throughout her body. Finally, with some reluctance, she removed her hand from her breasts, reached for the remote and turned it on high. Ms. Lee screamed into the pussy as the bullets sprang to life. Her body went rigid as she dug her tongue even deeper into her treat. She felt Barbie's second hand grab her hair, squeezing tightly as she gyrated her pussy over her face. And just as her tormentor's orgasm hit, hers also hit. It was some time before Barbie released Ms. Lee's hair, setting the head gently on the table. "Please," Ms. Lee gasped as another set of orgasms struck her pussy. "Please turn it off!" Barbie reached for the temporarily forgotten remote. She held it for a moment as if debating what to do next. "Please," Ms. Lee begged, her voice sounding increasingly desperate. Finally, Barbie switched them off, setting the remote back on the table as Ms. Lee's body went limp on the table, motionless but for the rapid rising and falling of her breasts. It was several minutes before Barbie regained enough strength and composure to climb down from the table. She moved slowly around the room, collecting her discarded clothes. She dressed slowly, before reaching into her bag one final time. This time it was a camera she pulled out, and she proceeded to snap off fifteen or twenty shots before returning the camera to the bag and moving to the head of the table. While she was taking the pictures, neither woman said a word; they both knew what they were for. She then knelt down and worked at the rope that held her right hand down, finally freeing it. But when Ms. Lee began to move the now freed arm, Barbie grabbed hold of the rope. "I didn't say you could move," she said. Ms. Lee instantly placed her hand back on the table, and Barbie moved to the rope that bound her left hand, freeing it also. Then she stood up and moved to the principal's side. "I'm going to leave now," Barbie said simply. "As soon as I'm gone you're free to untie your legs and get dressed. "Before you leave, however," she continued, her voice turning threatening, "there's a pile of forms on top of the file cabinet that I want you to file. It shouldn't take you more than fifteen minutes." She paused, allowing her orders to sink in. "Any questions?" "No, ma'am," the principal responded meekly. There was no doubt in her mind that she would do exactly what Barbie had ordered. Further, she had a funny feeling that it wouldn't be the last of her secretary's work she would be doing. With that, Barbie leaned over and kissed Ms. Lee hard on the lips, holding the kiss for several long seconds before breaking it off. With no further ado, she turned, picked up the remote control and her bag and started for the conference room door. "One more thing," she said as she held the door open. "From now on, when you come to school, you're to have the bullets with you. I'll keep the remote, however. We wouldn't want you getting carried away, now would we?" And with that she walked out the door, closing it softly behind her. * * * It was more difficult to untie her legs than she thought it'd be, but she finally managed. Once on her feet, she removed the bullets gingerly, looking at them curiously before wrapping them in tissue and sticking them in her purse. She then got dressed. It actually took closer to thirty minutes to complete the filing, and another ten minutes to gather her things and straighten up the conference room. As she locked the office door and started down the hall, it struck her – she was now the principal in name only. She'd have whatever authority Barbie allowed her to have, nothing more. For some reason, she didn't think that'd be very much. * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 05 Class ended with my usual hard on and Pam noticeably staring at my crotch on the way out of class. I was no longer embarrassed about my condition and did not try to conceal my predicament. As a matter of fact, I was beginning to think Pam took some voyeuristic pleasure in getting me turned on in such a way. Our study group wasn't to convene until the next night and I didn't know how I was going to make it that long. The last time I ejaculated was the tittie fuck I got courtesy of Erin, over a week ago and I have been walking around with a loaded gun with a hair trigger. By the time I got to the girl's apartment the next night, I had been hard most of the day. Being unable to bear the anticipation any longer, I arrived about fifteen minutes early. Erin opened the door wearing some old sweat pants and a t-shirt and looked like she had not even showered yet. Expecting her to be a little tidier I asked, "Am I too early?" "No, not at all," She looked down at her attire. "Oh, we were just waiting for you." Amanda came around the corner and handed me a glass of wine. "Now if you will step in to the kitchen we can get started." I was a little curious about what she meant but in my condition, I wasn't going to argue. I stepped around the corner onto the tile floor. Amanda grabbed a pair of scissors; she must have seen my eyes bulge. "Relax, we are just going to give you a little hair cut. So drop 'em." As horny as I was, I wasn't going to argue. I stepped out of my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans pushing them to the floor, freeing my fully erect penis. "Are you sure you know what you're doing with those?" Amanda assured me she wouldn't cut anything but hair and went to work. Within a couple of minutes she had my pubes trimmed down to stubble while Erin swept the discarded hair off the floor. "There that looks like a start. Time for a shower." I drank about two thirds of the wine in three of four sips as we entered the bathroom. The girls had a large walk-in shower, easily able to accommodate all three of us. After getting the water to a suitable temperature, the girls slipped out of their sweats and stepped in. I didn't think I could get any harder but the sight of Erin's full, firm breast and Amanda's puffy nipples and both of their tight little asses caused an extra surge of blood into my cock. I quickly removed my shirt and joined them. We immediately started soaping each other with bath gel. I was enjoying letting my hands wander all over their slick bodies. I stood behind Erin and pressed my cock against her slick ass and ran my hands over her soapy breasts letting her hard nipples brush between my fingers. Amanda pressed up behind me pushing her breasts into my back while letting her hands roam across my chest. I let my hands drop to Erin's ass and let my fingers run down the crack of her ass between her legs and gently over her vulva. Amanda also let her hands wander downward soaping my cock and balls. "While we have you soaped up we better finish cleaning you up." Amanda said. And with that she picked up a razor off the shower ledge. She dropped to her knees while Erin held my cock in her hand and started to remove the remaining stubble of my pubes. "How am I going to explain this to the guys at the gym?" I asked. "Just tell them the truth." Amanda said. "You were showering with two ladies and they shaved you clean." "I'm sure they will believe that." Amanda instructed me to spread my legs while she worked over my scrotum and the area between my balls and asshole. When she finished there she told me to turn around and bend over. Erin spread my ass cheeks apart while Amanda applied a little soap to my asshole and then proceeded to remove the hairs there too. By the time she was done, I was clean from the top of my pubic bone to my asshole. I figured what was good enough for me was good enough for them. I took the razor from Amanda and soaped her vulva. She spread her legs while I started to remove the hair from her most delicate parts. I let the fingers of my other hand slip between the lips of her labia, gently stretching the skin to get a closer shave. As I let a finger circle the opening to her vagina and I could feel her wetness and her tremble as I gently teased her slit. Satisfied with the job I did on Amanda, I turned to Erin. Erin was naturally all most hairless down there. All she took was a little soap and three strokes with the razor and I was done. Good thing too, because the hot water was about depleted. The water was cooling off but the three of us were on fire. We exited the shower and bathroom without toweling off and crossed the hallway to Amanda's room. Amanda pushed me backwards onto her king sized bed and crawled on top of me. We stared face to face but she quickly worked her way up until her freshly shaven labia was directly over my mouth. I parted my lips as she lowered herself and let my tongue slip between her delicate folds. She was wet and engorged from our shower session and her clit didn't take any teasing to be coaxed out to play. When my tongue found her clit she grabbed the side of my head with her hands and started to hump my mouth, sliding her clit over my tongue. While this was happening, Erin was lightly running her fingers over the length of my cock and balls. The sensation was causing me to thrust my hips upward and with each thrust I drove my tongue harder across Amanda's clit. Before long I could feel Amanda's body starting to tense as her breathing became deeper and faster. The muscles surrounding her vulva started to contract, pushing her labia further open. After watching Amanda orgasm a few times, I knew what to expect. I didn't know what it would be like to have her squirt all over my mouth but I was ready to try. I let a finger slip into her vagina and rub her G-spot. With that she took one last deep breath, trapped it within lungs as her orgasm ripped across her body. At the same time she let loose with her fluids. The volume was more than I had imagined. Her juices squirted over my face, in my mouth, over my chin and down my neck and chest. As she was able to release her breath, she then drew in another and another flourish of orgasm tore through her, releasing more of her love juice across my face. Her breathing started to return. Her clit too sensitive to touch she lifted herself from my mouth and fell to her side, entering her post-orgasmic trance. Amanda was done for a while but I hadn't even started yet. I rolled over and found Erin's sweet face a few inches from mine. I leaned over to kiss her delicate mouth while pulling her body against mine. I touched her tongue with mine and felt an electric like surge run through my body. Erin pressed her breasts against my chest while wrapping her legs around my leg, pressing her labia against my thigh, while my cock rubbed against her thigh. As much as we had gone through in the past few weeks and the intimate situations we had experienced together, this was our first kiss. Our tongues glided over each other and entwined in a sensual dance. We parted our lips and stared into each other's eyes and I could feel our relationship was starting to become more than just a sexual experiment but some deep feeling of affection was starting to develop between us. I started working my way down her fabulous body, kissing her lightly on her neck, lingering on her breasts to savor each nipple. As I continued my journey downward, I started to become aware of her soft scent of arousal, mixed with the scent of the bath gel. I knelt between her legs and gently pushed them apart to reveal her treasure. I wanted to make Erin suffer on the edge of ecstasy a bit longer. I didn't dive straight for her wet labia but tried to control myself and work my way up the inside of her thigh to the patch of skin between her mons and legs. At this point I could barely contain my arousal. I let my tongue glide over her engorged labia folds. Finally sensing Erin's need for relief, I parted her lips with my tongue. I could taste her warm fluids escaping from her vagina and feel her hard little clit against my tongue. I started with a slow, light licking from her perineum to her clit. With each stroke, more wetness escaped and her excitement built. As Erin got closer to her orgasm I concentrated more on her clit, taking broad firm stokes with my tongue. As she was on the verge of orgasm, I slipped my fingers into her vagina. She let lose with a powerful orgasm. Her back arched nearly levitating her over the bed while her warm fluids gushed from her. She tried to push me away, her clit now too sensitive to touch but I didn't free her from my grip at that point. Not until she came one more time. I relaxed my mouth and lightened the pressure on her clit. I let my tongue work on her lips and the entrance to her vagina. It didn't take long before her hips started moving rhythmically with my tongue and her thighs started to squeeze my head. I let the tip of my tongue swirl around her clit until her body convulsed in a second orgasm. We too laid there for a few minutes in a sort-of post orgasmic trance. Amanda started to stir, running her finger over my chest. They say in the Viagra commercials if you have an erection that lasts more than four hours to seek medical attention. At this point I think I had an erection for four days and now I was about to get some relief. Amanda started lightly kissing my scrotum, occasionally licking the underside of my cock from the base to the tip as it lay across my abdomen. As Erin started to return to the world, she started to join in on the action. She held my cock between her thumb and forefinger and pointed it toward the ceiling. Amanda had me lift my ass off the bed so she could get a pillow underneath it. It gave the impression my cock was on some sort of alter. Both girls started to lightly lick the head of my cock like they were licking an ice cream cone. Just enough stimulation to drive me crazy without letting me cross the edge to ejaculation. I was to the point where I could not take the torture any longer. "Please make me cum!" I pleaded. "I think we've played with him enough," Amanda said. "Let him have his relief." Erin looked up at me with her sweet, blue eyes while still holding my cock in her hand. "I'm going to suck the cum right out of you." Erin placed the head of my cock in her mouth and proceeded to take my whole length down her throat. Amanda moved south a little and was swirling her tongue over my balls. Erin started to concentrate on the top half of my cock, especially the very sensitive part on the under side of the shaft, occasionally taking the whole thing down her throat. I could feel the muscles between my scrotum and asshole starting to tighten, pushing my load into my urethra getting ready to ejaculate. Amanda then moved even further south and started rimming my asshole. That pushed me over the top. My whole body convulsed as I filled Erin's mouth with load after load of my ejaculate. Erin worked her mouth down and up over my cock in perfect timing with each spasm of my cock. The orgasmic convulsions were so strong they left me a quivering pile of flesh unable to move for a few moments. We all managed to crawl under the covers and curled up together, falling asleep. Sometime in the early morning, I felt someone stroking my penis. It wasn't me but it soon became apparent it was Amanda. She flipped around and had us in a sixty-nine position. She worked feverishly on my cock as I returned the favor to her pussy. Before long we were both cumming. As Amanda rolled off my face I noticed Erin had been intently watching us. She had a hand between her legs and was letting her fingers stroke the folds of her labia. For the second time I positioned myself between her legs. I started to kiss my way up her inner thigh, she removed her hand, leaving herself open and waiting for my touch. As I neared my goal, Amanda moved in on my side. We both reached her lovely folds together. It was like a three way French kiss with Amanda's and my tongue swirling between Erin's lips. Amanda and I then both slipped the index fingers of our adjacent hands into Erin's vagina. Erin was being worked on by two tongues and two fingers, working in concert. It didn't take long before her whole body started to shake uncontrollably. Wave after wave of orgasm consumed her. For the second time that night we drifted off to sleep. We awoke in the morning to find we had slept through our first class. We all showered together, ending up where it all started over twelve hours ago. After we dressed, we all pounded down a couple of glasses of OJ to replenish the fluids lost from the night before. Then we headed out her door after saying our good-byes. Over the last month I was having the best sex any guy could imagine. But I still longed for one thing. I couldn't wait to fuck both of these ladies. * Thanks to Mandy for taking the time and effort to edit this story. Your help produced a much better story. School Daze Ch. 06 Chapter Six – The Luv Nest Ms. Virginia Lee, High School Principal, arrived at school early the next morning. To her surprise, Barbie was already there. If the principal had come to expect one thing from her secretary, it was that she was rarely on time, never early. Virginia smiled awkwardly at the younger woman. "Good morning," she said, forcing an uneasy smile. Barbie returned the smile, but said nothing. Once in her office, Ms. Lee set down her purse, walked to the side of her desk and waited. She fully expected her secretary to come walking through her office door within the minute to establish the tone for their new relationship. Despite her nervousness, she smiled as she thought back to the previous evening, an evening where her secretary had added her name to the growing list of people who dominated the principal sexually. Ms. Lee had always been sexually promiscuous, but her submissive tendencies hadn't surfaced until a student blackmailed her the previous school year. Since then, she'd done nothing to discourage a growing number of students – and one female teacher – from continuing to dominate her. And yesterday evening, Barbie joined the club. Ms. Lee's reverie was broken when Barbie entered the room, shutting and locking the office door behind her. "Give me the bullets," Barbie ordered without fanfare. The principal picked up her purse, pulled out the two small vibrating devices and handed them to Barbie. "Bend over. Elbows on the table." The principal turned to face the desk, following her instructions without question. Without another word Barbie stepped behind Ms. Lee, lifting her skirt up so it lay across her back, completely exposing her silky white panties. She then pulled the panties down her thighs. While the principal held her position, ass fully exposed, Barbie slid one bullet into her mouth, sliding it in and out to moisten it. She then reached down and inserted it into Ms. Lee's pussy. She repeated the process with the second bullet, this time easing the vibrating device into her ass. "It's good that you brought both bullets as instructed," she said. "I really didn't want to have to punish you, not after you were such a good little slut yesterday," she finished, slapping the principal's bare fanny lightly. And then she stepped away, took out the remote control and turned it on high. The bent over principal jumped as the bullets sprang to life, sending shivers through her pussy, and through her ass. Barbie let the bullets run a full minute, long enough to ensure that her submissive little slut was very hot and bothered, before finally turning them off. "Stand up and pull yourself together," she said as she slid the remote into her pocket. "You're supposed to be the principal here, not some horny little tramp." She waited until the principal pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt before opening the door and returning to her own desk, her mind racing with endless ways to dominate and humiliate her new slut. * * * Several times during those first two days the principal's bullets sprang suddenly to life, each time without warning and each time lasting long enough ensure her arousal. Never, however, was she allowed to cum. Other than that, there was nothing but the normal interaction between the secretary and her principal – until five o'clock Friday afternoon, that is, after everyone else had left for the weekend. Barbie walked into Ms. Lee's office like she owned it, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. "Give me your house key," she ordered. Ms. Lee quickly dug through her purse, pulling out her key ring, then removing one key. She handed the key to Barbie. "I need you to run an errand for me tonight," Barbie continued matter of factly. "Yes, ma'am," the principal answered without hesitation. "You're to go to this address," she said, handing her a folded up piece of paper. When you get there, go to the counter and ask for Johnny. He'll have something for you. Once you have it, you're to return home immediately; absolutely no detours or distractions. I'll be waiting for you there. Any questions?" Ms. Lee looked over the piece of paper. "No, ma'am. No questions. I'll just go home and change first, if that's okay." Barbie smiled. "Actually, I have a package in my car. You're to wear what's in the package, and only what's in the package. Clear?" "Yes, ma'am," Ms. Lee replied, more than a little curious about this unusual task. The two women left the office together ten minutes later. After retrieving the package from the secretary's car, they parted ways. Fifteen minutes later Ms. Lee was fishing her spare house key out of the flower pot. Once inside she proceeded directly to her bedroom and opened the package. A perplexed look fell over her face. Just what was this task, anyway? * * * She drove by the shop a second time. 'There must be some mistake,' Ms. Lee thought. 'This can't possibly be right.' But deep down, despite her denials, she knew it was. After all, where else would you wear a black leather mini-skirt with a low-cut, slinky red halter top, red lace panties and five inch heels. There were only a few places where an outfit like this would belong. It only figured that 'The Luv Nest – A Toy Store for Adults' would be one of them. It had taken her nearly an hour to complete the 45 mile trip, the first 30 miles via the freeway, the remainder rural highways. The shop was located in an out of the way section of a medium size country town. The first thought that struck her – after she realized that it was, indeed, the right place – was exactly what you'd think from someone in her career. 'I can't go in there! What if someone recognizes me?' But after she'd taken a moment to collect her nerves, she realized that she was far more likely to get caught having sex with one of her students in her own home than she was to be recognized in an out-of-the-way hick town like this. 'Hell, you couldn't find this place with a map.' So she took another moment to gather herself, resigned to whatever fate – and her new mistress – might have in store. On her third trip around the block, she finally managed to pull into the lot. Even so, she very nearly exited the parking lot without parking the car. But she didn't. Her new mistress had given her a task and it was imperative that she complete it. When it came right down to it, she was more nervous about facing Barbie's wrath than she'd ever be about going into a place like this. Still . . . She parked the car off to the side, took a deep breath and opened the door. As she made her way to the front of the building, she found herself unable to deny a growing nervousness – or was it excitement? Damn, what she wouldn't give for a bra! She took a deep breath as she opened the front door. Almost immediately a half dozen pairs of horny male eyes were drawn to the 5' 8" figure that was walking through the door. So much for stealth. She looked around the store, trying to get her bearings. The front counter was off to the right, a fairly good looking young man of roughly twenty-five seated on a stool behind it. She made her way over. "Excuse me," she said softly, the nervousness in her voice obvious. "I'm looking for Johnny." The young man raised his head. "I'm Johnny." Virginia smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought. "Barbie Williams sent me. She said you'd have something for her." The young man stared intently at the suggestively-clad woman before him. "Barbie, huh." Virginia nodded. There was an awkward moment of silence. "Take a step backwards," the man said. It seemed like a strange request but after a moment's indecision, Ms. Lee complied. "Turn around. Slowly." "What?" Virginia questioned. The man rose from his stool, stepping closer to the counter. He placed his palms on the counter-top and leaned forward. Then, in a deep, somewhat menacing voice, he repeated his order. "I said turn around." Just like that, Ms. Lee's nervousness was back. Apparently this wasn't going to be quite so easy after all. She took a long, deep breath to help calm herself and began her turn. After her turn was completed, Johnny continued. "Barbie, huh?" he said again. "Yes, sir." The sir slipped out unintentionally, an automatic response to the young man's tone of authority. "And just how do you know Barbie?" The principal hesitated, growing increasingly uncomfortable. "She's a friend," she finally answered. Johnny reached for a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it, drawing a long, deep drag on the burning stick. "Friend, huh? I don't believe you. And until I believe you, I'm not going to give you anything." There was a long moment of silence as Johnny stared at the woman before him, while the woman tried to find anywhere else to look. "Let's try again," Johnny said. "How do you know Barbie?" The nervousness was still there, but somehow it was different now. What had been a nervousness born out of fear, was beginning to feel more and more like the nervousness she felt when she gave herself to her masters. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "She works for me," she finally managed to say. "And she's my mistress." Johnny smiled. "I thought that might be the case." He paused, obviously enjoying his little game. He stepped away from the counter and started for the door marked 'Office.' "Come with me." "Yes, sir," Ms. Lee responded. Johnny sat down at his desk and opened a drawer. After a quick search, he pulled out a sealed letter-size envelope with Barbie's name on it. He set the envelope on the desk and rose to his feet, crossing the room until he stood immediately in front of the principal. "I'm guessing your mistress wouldn't be pleased if you went home without this, would she?" "No, sir," Virginia stammered. Johnny reached for her shoulders. "And I'll bet you'd do just about anything to avoid her anger, wouldn't you?" The principal was visibly shaking now. "Please," she said helplessly, even as Johnny was sliding the thin straps of her halter over her shoulder, releasing them so the silky top slid down her arms until it bunched up around her waist. Virginia Lee stood before the young man, her ample breasts and erect nipples on full display as her mind and body wrestled with conflicting emotions. Barbie had been clear; she was to take the envelope directly to her – absolutely no detours and no distractions. And despite a growing desire to give herself to this young man, he clearly qualified as a distraction – a distraction she dare not give in to, lest she risk her mistress's ire. "Please," she squeaked in a trembling voice as Johnny twirled her nipples in his fingertips. "I can't. Barbie's expecting me." Johnny gave the nipples an extra squeeze before releasing them. He picked up the envelope from the desk. "Here," he said, handing it to the partially dressed woman. "Now, why don't you straighten yourself up and get going before you end up on the wrong end of a paddle." He then left the room, leaving the principal standing alone in the middle of his office. Once she had redressed, Virginia left the office and headed for the exit. Johnny, who was once again seated on his stool behind the counter, smiled at her as she passed. "We'll be seeing you," he said, a definite smugness in his voice. * * * II * * * "So, what did you think of Johnny?" Barbie asked as she took the envelope from Virginia's hand. The principal hesitated. "He's nice." Barbie laughed easily. "He hit on you, didn't he?" "Yes," she replied, blushing slightly. They moved into the living room, Barbie taking a seat on the sofa. "Yet you didn't allow yourself to get distracted," she continued. "That's very commendable." She patted the sofa cushion beside her, motioning for Ms. Lee to join her. "He's not an easy man to resist." "Ma'am?" the principal started. "Can I ask what's in the envelope?" "A rent check," she replied succinctly. "I own the building." "You own it?" Virginia gasped. Barbie laughed, taking the principal's hand in hers. "Just the building, silly. Not the store. "And speaking of the store," Barbie continued. "Johnny called shortly after you left. It seems you made quite an impression. He wants you to come by tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. I told him you'd be there." Virginia stiffened instantly, turning to look at her mistress. "But I . . ." Barbie placed a finger on Ms. Lee's lips, stopping her plea. "Johnny and I have a very unique and mutually rewarding relationship. It would be most disheartening to find that you weren't willing to do me this one little favor." She paused, letting her words sink in. "Now, what is it you were going to say?" "Uh, nothing," the principal stuttered. "10:00 will be fine." "Excellent!" Barbie smiled. "Ma'am? Can I ask what this is about?" "Johnny will explain everything," the secretary replied. "Tomorrow." * * * Ms. Lee's night with Barbie was gentle, the tenderness her reward for following instructions at 'The Luv Nest' and not falling victim to young Johnny's persuasion. Throughout the night, however, she found her thoughts drifting back to the young man, to how he'd taken control of her so easily. There was no doubt in her mind that if it hadn't been for Barbie's strict instructions about distractions, she'd have surrendered to his every desire. She rose early that morning, her thoughts immediately turning to Johnny and to what might happen in the hours to come. She was certain that Barbie noticed her distractions, but her mistress said nothing, offering little more than a sly, knowing smile. The two women showered together, the secretary making sure that every part of the principal was squeaky clean. And as Ms. Lee began the process of doing her hair and make-up, Barbie was rummaging through her closet, searching for the perfect outfit. In the end, the principal stood before her secretary for inspection wearing a snug-fitting short black dress that buttoned in front from top to bottom and the same black high heel shoes she'd worn the day before. The top two buttons of the dress were open, bringing the top of her cleavage into view. The bottom was open nearly all the way to her crotch. Barbie smiled, nodding her approval. But when Ms. Lee tried once again to question the purpose of the days trek, she stopped her. "You are to do as you're told," she said tersely, letting it be known that her patience on the subject was wearing thin. "Nothing more and nothing less. Is that not perfectly clear?" "Yes, ma'am," she answered quickly, knowing that her mistress would entertain no further questions on the subject. * * * Johnny hung up the phone and turned to Pete, smiling. "She'll be here by 10:00 AM. We should be ready for you around 11:00. Unless Barbie is way off base – which she never is – this should prove to be quite an interesting day." * * * Virginia Lee pulled into the parking lot of 'The Luv Nest' at 9:50 AM. She walked through the front door and looked around. There appeared to be two customers in the store. As with yesterday, Johnny was seated on his stool behind the counter. "Good morning, Virginia," he smiled. She stepped over to the counter. "Good morning," she replied, her smile coming not quite as easily as his. Johnny rose from his stool and turned towards the office. "Come with me." Ms. Lee followed obediently, butterflies already churning in her stomach. Johnny closed the office door behind him and took a seat on the corner of his desk. "Did Barbie tell you anything at all?" "Only that I was to be here at 10:00 AM. She offered no further explanation and refused to entertain any questions." Johnny nodded his head. "Actually, it's very simple. I sell sex products to horny people, predominantly men. I've found that having an attractive, provocatively dressed woman behind the counter is good for business – not to mention my morale." The principal stood nervously, fidgeting with her purse. "I see." "Have you ever worked a cash register?" Johnny asked. "Not since college." "There's nothing to it. It's just like riding a bike." A long moment of silence followed before Johnny spoke again. "Turn around," he ordered. "Slowly." Ms. Lee did as instructed, the churning nervousness in her stomach growing stronger. "Very nice," Johnny observed after she'd completed her turn. "Very nice, indeed." He was quiet for a minute, giving the older woman a thorough looking over. Finally, he rose from the desk and started for the door. "Now if you'll follow me, I'll give you the nickel tour." They started in the back room. He showed her where various items of inventory were kept – "If you can't find something, just ask." Then they moved into the main part of the store where he showed her the movies and DVD's, magazines and books, intimate apparel and various different types of sex toys, ranging anywhere from dildos and vibrators to whips and handcuffs. He then led her back to the front counter. The next twenty minutes were spent learning the procedures for checking customers out and running the register. Things went about as expected from there, people coming, people going, several people browsing through the magazine section and even a few people making purchases. Throughout it all, Virginia maintained her position behind the counter, pacing nervously from one end to the other when she wasn't busy, all the while knowing that there had to be more to this day than had yet developed. There were two customers in the shop when a man in his early to mid twenties entered. Johnny saw him instantly. "Pete," he said, getting to his feet and extending his hand. "Long time no see. What brings you around here? Slummin?" Pete laughed an easy laugh. "What can I say? I guess I just missed that ugly face of yours." Both men laughed. "Actually," Pete continued. "I have a new love interest. She's a bit more fiery than I'm used to. I thought maybe you could help me pick out a few odds and ends to keep things interesting, if you know what I mean." It was only then that he looked Virginia's way. "I see you're finally bringing some class into the place. It's about time!" Johnny placed his hand on Ms. Lee's backside and eased her around the counter. "This is Virginia Lee. She's helping out today. Virginia, this is Pete Wilson. He's one of my oldest friends." "Pleased to meet you," Virginia said, extending her hand. Pete took her hand and shook it, holding it a bit longer than appropriate. "It's entirely my pleasure." There was an awkward moment of silence before Johnny spoke up. "So what can I show you?" It took another second for Pete to tear his eyes away from Ms. Lee. "How about we start with something intimate in the way of clothing?" Johnny nodded. "Right this way." He'd taken three steps before stopping and turning back to the principal. "Won't you join us, Virginia? I'm sure Pete would appreciate a woman's view on things." He turned before she could answer, continuing across the shop. They took a few minutes looking through the display, finding nothing that really struck Pete's fancy. Finally, Johnny stopped and looked at Pete. "You know, I've got a couple of things that just came in that might interest you." He turned, starting towards the stock room before stopping short. "What size is your friend?" Pete hesitated, thinking. "Actually," he said after a second. "She's about the same size as Virginia." Before those words could fully filter their way through the principal's brain, Johnny jumped on the bait. "If we ask real nicely, maybe we can talk her into doing a little modeling for us." He turned towards her. "How about it, Virginia?" Johnny's request, Virginia knew, was not really a request at all. After all, she was there at her mistresses bidding, with express instructions not to disappoint Johnny. So she nodded her head uneasily. "Sure," she said. The fun, it seems, was about to begin. School Daze Ch. 06 Johnny led Virginia back to the stock room, leaving Pete to browse out front. As the door swung closed behind them, Johnny turned to Virginia. "Take off your clothes," he said, before turning towards the shelves and looking through the newly received stock. It took a moment for the statement to register. "Here?" she said when it finally did. Johnny stopped what he was doing, turning back to his would-be model. "Yes, here," he stated simply. "But . . ." Virginia never finished the thought, knowing by the look in Johnny's eyes that further discussion was not wanted. "Yes, sir." And as Johnny turned back to his task, her nervous fingers began working their way down the front of the dress, freeing first one button, then another. Johnny continued looking through the new stock. "Here it is," he said at last, grabbing a red negligee and thong set. He turned back to Ms. Lee, who by now had shed her dress, leaving only a lacy black bra and matching panties to hide her bountiful curves. Johnny stopped short, pausing to drink in the older woman's beauty. He even whistled softly, eliciting a blush from Ms. Lee, before handing her the outfit. "Lose your bra and panties and put these on. Then meet us out front. Oh, and keep the heels on." Virginia took the garment, examining the sheerness of the fabric, knowing that it would reveal far more of her than was proper. But as she raised her eyes to meet his, she knew that it didn't really matter. She would do as she was told; it was as simple as that. "Yes, sir," she ultimately replied, setting down the negligee and reaching behind her back. Johnny turned away just before the bra came off. "Try not to keep us waiting too long," he said as he made his way back into the store. She may not have known what to expect when she'd arrived at the store, but she was beginning to figure it out. It at least involved Johnny and Pete, that much seemed certain. And she had a growing fear that it would take place in the store itself, right out in the open where just about anyone could walk in. She took a deep breath as shivers ran down her spine. Her mistress had been clear; she was not to disappoint Johnny. 'Very well,' she thought. 'If that's what Johnny wants, that's what Johnny gets.' It was two minutes later when the principal stepped through the door that separated the stock room from the shop. She was half way across the floor before they saw her, but once they did their eyes never turned away. And it was no wonder, she thought. After all, here she was, half naked in the middle of a public store! You'd be crazy not to look! Despite all her bravado in the store room, she was nervous, unable to deny that there was a part of her that wanted to run away and hide, to put this whole degrading experience behind her. But when she came to a stop in front of the two men, she found herself standing tall, positioning her body to best showcase her wares. It was clear that the part of her that wanted this was the stronger part. "Now that's a negligee," Pete said as he looked her over. In truth, the garment offered a bit more modesty than Virginia acknowledged, with the sheer fabric giving way to fine, lacy designs that did a more than adequate job of covering her nipples. Even the nature of the fabric itself added some camouflage, with the red weave casting a shadow-like haze over everything beneath it. What wasn't hidden, however, was the swell of her bosom, the flatness of her stomach or the tiny thong that didn't even pretend to cover her fanny. "Turn around for us, would you, Virginia?" Johnny instructed. She turned slowly, her eyes moving from one man to the other, then back again. "It comes with the thong," Johnny added after she'd completed her turn. "Show it to him, Virginia." Without hesitation, the principal pulled the nightie up over her waist, the front of her thong now clearly visible. Then, surprising everyone – most of all herself – she turned around, bent slightly at the waist and wiggled her nearly naked ass for the two young men. "Well," she teased when she'd returned to her original position. "What do you think?" "Beautiful," Pete muttered, half under his breath. "Absolutely beautiful." "Before you get too carried away," Johnny butt in, "there's one more thing I want you to see." He turned to Ms. Lee, gesturing towards the stock room. "Virginia, after you." As she started towards the back room she noticed that the other two customers in the store had made their way closer to where she'd just been, pretending, however lamely, to be browsing through the DVD's. Once they were back in the store room Johnny turned to her. "I'll take the negligee now." Virginia shed the garment quickly, showing no hesitation at all. "And the panties." A brief moment later she handed Johnny the very moist panties, leaving her naked but for her shoes. Johnny rolled the panties in his fingers as he looked her over, making absolutely no effort to disguise his stares. There was a sly grin on his face as he handed the panties back. "You might as well keep these," he said. "I sure can't sell them in this condition." She took the panties back with a smile, turning to place them alongside the clothes she'd previously discarded, providing her new young master – for she now realized that was exactly what he was – with a nice view of her ass and pussy as she bent over. When she straightened up, Johnny was holding a black fishnet dress with a matching black thong. Her mind instantly flew back to the previous school year, to the night she'd taken her first female mistress – Suzie Conners – and to the black fishnet dress she'd worn that evening. That one, she remembered, had failed to offer even the slightest hint of modesty. She knew the one in Johnny's hand would fare no better. She took the dress from his hand. "Should I meet you out front?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Johnny smiled, reaching out to tweak her nipple with one hand while the other slid between her thighs, sliding teasingly across her slit. "Now you're getting the hang of things," he said as she shuddered slightly. "What about the other customers?" she asked. "What about them?" And without another word he turned and re-entered the store. Virginia set down the dress and stepped into the thong, sliding it into position. Next, she picked up the dress and stepped into it, easing it up her body. It was a stretchy material that clung to every curve. The back ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades, while the front bib flowed up to her neck, leaving just a narrow bit of material to run around the neck and meet in the back so a single button could hold it all together. She stepped in front of the mirror on the back wall and looked herself over. Basically, she was nearly naked. The thong – easily visible through the fishnet material – was sufficient to cover her pussy, but barely. There was nothing, however, that could disguise the aroused state of her nipples as they poked clearly through the netting. She took a deep breath to calm herself and stepped through the door, stopping just inside to survey the scene. She noted that the same two customers were still there, still pretending to look through the DVD's. Although Virginia had a pretty good idea of what was in store for her, there were two significant things she did not know. First off, she didn't know that when she and Johnny had gone into the store room the first time, Pete had locked the front door. And second, she did not know that the two other customers were, in fact, close friends of both Johnny and Pete. She did, however, have a pretty good idea that each of the four young men was about to get lucky. She crossed the room to where Johnny and Pete waited and moved immediately into a sexy turn, making certain that nothing was hidden from view. She then ran her fingers along Johnny's cheek before sliding her back up against Pete's front, the tell-tale bulge in his pants pressing against her ass. "Well," she purred. "What do you think?" "Wow," Pete replied as his hands slid onto her arms, coming to rest against the sides of her breasts. He turned towards Johnny. "I'll take it." "I thought you'd like that," Johnny smiled. "Now that you've got a hot number for your fiery woman, you'll probably need some toys. Do you have anything in particular in mind?" "Well," Pete replied, hesitating as he looked around the store. His eyes finally came to rest on a pair of wrist cuffs. The cuffs were attached to a single rope that was tied off on a nearby pillar after running through a metal loop that descended from a large ceiling beam. "I've always been curious about something like that. Do women really like that stuff?" Virginia felt his hands sliding up and down her arms, pressing against the sides of her tits. She knew the question, although asked of Johnny, was directed at her. She slid out of his grip and stepped over to the cuffs as they dangled just above her head. She looked up at the cuffs, and then back at Pete. "Some girls do," she answered in a throaty voice. "Some girls don't. There's really only one way to find out for sure." Johnny and Pete exchanged smiles, but neither spoke. It was Pete who moved towards the pillar to untie the rope and Johnny who pulled the cuffs down, slid them onto Ms. Lee's wrists and tightened them. It was when Pete was pulling the rope back, drawing her hands over her head so she had to stand tall just to keep her feet on the ground, that she noticed the other two men drawing near, completely abandoning any pretense of browsing. The four men stood quietly, as if the slightest movement might break the spell, until Pete finally turned to Johnny. "What would you recommend now?" he asked with a fake innocence. "You've got several choices," Johnny replied. He stepped over to a display case, grabbed a ping pong shaped paddle with several holes in the blade, and turned back to Pete. He slapped the paddle against his hand a few times. "I personally like the paddle. Whether you use it playfully or sternly, the message it sends is clear. And most everyone has some childhood spanking memories that serve to reinforce the control issues." He handed Pete the paddle and circled behind the dangling principal, placing his hands on her waist as he pulled her ass against his crotch. Virginia could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the bulge in Johnny's pants pressed against her. She shivered as his hands slid down to the hem of her fishnet dress, grabbed hold of it and slid it up until it passed over the thong, finally settling in around her waist. And she nearly fainted when he hooked his fingers in the thong and slid it to the floor. When Johnny stood up again he held the balled up thong in his hands. He then reached around Ms. Lee's head and slowly pushed it into her mouth. He stepped back and looked at Pete, gesturing towards Ms. Lee's fanny. "Why don't you take a few shots? I'm sure Virginia won't mind, will you?" Virginia shook her head weakly, the thong muffling anything she might have said. Pete moved slowly around the woman, his eyes never leaving the body that was now naked from the waist down. Once he was behind her he hesitated only a second. WHACK! The first one was not very hard, at least compared to what she was used to with her students. It was followed by several seconds of nothing, as if he was waiting for some sign that he'd hit her too hard. WHACK! The next one was harder, but still not there yet. Johnny could see it in her eyes. "Pete," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "This one's a lot tougher than you think. If you expect to get a rise out of her, you're going to have to do a lot better than that." Pete nodded his understanding, before taking another shot. WHACK! That one was harder, getting a good jump and moan from Ms. Lee. "Like that?" he asked. "Harder still, I think. But you're getting there." Pet smiled, nodding his head. "Like this, maybe," he said, unleashing a tirade on her naked fanny. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The blows came quickly, one after another, with more than enough force to get the principal's attention. She arched her back, stretching herself away from the pain and drawing her restraints taut. The blows rained on. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally they stopped. Virginia let out a gasp, sagging as much as the restraints would allow. She then turned to face Pete, the look of defiance somehow still present in her eyes. Pete could only smile, shaking his head. He turned to Johnny. "I think you were right about her." Before Johnny could answer, one of the customers – the blonde one – spoke for the first time. "Say, is this a private party or can anyone get in on the fun." "I'll tell you what," Johnny said as he turned, stepped over to the wall and pulled two floggers down. He stepped over to the two customers and handed them each a flogger. "Give me just another second or two and you can have a go at her with these, if you're so inclined." It was the redhead that answered this time, taking the flogger and swatting the handle against his hand. "Sir," he replied. "I believe that we are indeed, so inclined." Johnny then moved around the principal, stepping close behind her. He lifted his hands to the back of her neck, brushed away her hair and unbuttoned the only thing that kept the front bib in place. He allowed the bib to fall forward, leaving her beautiful mounds fully exposed while the bib fell in front of her pussy. It wasn't, however, allowed to stay there for long as Johnny knelt down and slid the dress over her hips and down her legs until it reached the floor, where Johnny gently lifted first one foot, then the other until the principal was left wearing nothing but her high heel shoes. Virginia made no effort to hide her nakedness as she glanced from the blonde to the redhead, and at the floggers they now possessed. She didn't care that they were strangers off the street, just happening to be in the right place at the right time. All that mattered was that she was naked and they were about to flog her. She could feel the excitement growing in her pussy as she finished the thought – flog her now, fuck her later. 'Blondie' circled around behind her while 'Red' moved to her front. She shivered when the leather straps from 'Blondie's' flogger flopped onto her back and slid off. 'Red was next, slapping his against her stomach so the straps wrapped briefly around her side. 'Blondie' struck next, followed quickly by 'Red.' The men began circling her slowly, alternating slaps, each new strike coming with a bit more force than the previous. They slapped at the back of her legs, at her ass and at her back, and they slapped at the front of her thighs, and at her pussy, stomach and tits. Virginia strained against her restraints as the leather straps continued to dance across her body, her eyes closed as she swayed her head from one side to the other. The attacks were painful, but their one inch thick leather straps were certainly less damaging than the floggers with the thinner straps Johnny had elected not to use. And they were certainly less painful the paddle. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, realizing that the flogging had stopped. Pete and Johnny were standing in front of her, looking at each other. It was Johnny who spoke. "After you," he said to Pete with a wave of his hand. "Never let it be said that at 'The Luv Nest,' the customer doesn't cum first." Pete nodded his head, saying nothing, before turning to face Ms. Lee. He waited for her eyes to focus on him before reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. A moment later he was stepping out of his pants and underwear, stepping ever closer to the captive woman, his erect cock pointing the way. When he was directly in front of her he reached out with his hands, rubbing them up her sides and onto her breasts. He squeezed her as she moaned, pinching her as she lifted her right leg from the ground and rubbed it against his side. Finally, he slid his left hand under her right thigh, supporting it as she lifted her left leg from the ground, pulling on the rope to help raise her body. Then, after she'd wrapped both legs around his waist, he took his cock in his right hand and guided it to the gates of her pussy, before she lowered herself slowly onto his manhood. They made a strange sight – the naked man standing there, hands under the naked woman's ass as she locked her legs around him, her arms still hanging from the ceiling, with their torsos pressing hungrily against each other. But neither of them cared how they looked as they began rocking their hips together. He squeezed her ass firmly, lifting her slightly before dropping her once again onto his staff, repeating the process over and over while she leaned her head forward, draping her hair over his shoulders and onto his back as she strained against the rope. The principal managed to spit the thong out of her mouth, gasping for breath as the sweat poured down her body. And just as she was squeezing him once again with her legs, she felt him shooting his load into her, even as her own body was erupting in orgasm For several minutes they just stood there, him supporting her ass while the rope held up her arms. Eventually, he felt her weight increasing as Johnny slowly lowered the rope until Virginia's arms were wrapped around Pete's neck. A moment later Johnny released her wrist cuffs, freeing her at last. But freedom was the last thing on her mind. She was only barely aware that Pete was setting her ass down on a desk that was barely more than two feet wide, easing her back so her ass was hanging just over one edge of the desk while her head and neck hung over the other. It was while she lay there with her neck muscles supporting her head that she noticed the other three men were also naked. 'Blondie' was standing above her, his hands sliding to the sides of her head and pushing it down gently until the neck was arched, leaving her mouth pointed directly at his raging cock. A moment later, he was easing it into her mouth, even as a new cock was sliding into her pussy. She nearly gagged as the cock in her mouth began sliding in and out, even as the other cock was working her pussy. She couldn't see who was fucking her, but she was coherent enough to suspect that – since the customer cums first – it must be 'Red.' Truth be told, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was ramming his meat into her at a ferocious pace, slamming her against the cock that was filling her mouth on the other side of the table while someone else was pinching mercilessly on her nipples. The slut in Ms. Lee was on fire and not the least bit concerned with anything other than her release. She was laid out naked and helpless across a desk as four guys had their way with her in a public store. There was no place on earth she'd rather be. 'Blondie' came first, shooting his wad deep into her mouth as he spasmed into her. A moment after he came he pulled out, allowing her to lift her head and confirm that it was, in fact, 'Red' who was filling her pussy. And as she looked into his eyes, she came, followed almost immediately by him. But there is no rest for the wicked, it seems, as no sooner had 'Red' pulled out of her then Johnny stepped up. But instead of sticking his meat into her, he lifted up her legs, pushing them forward until they were pressing against her chest. Then he slid two fingers into her dark hole, easing them around to loosen her up. She grabbed the sides of the table, holding on as he continued to work his fingers in her ass. After another moment he withdrew his fingers, took hold of his cock and – after sliding it into her pussy for lubrication – pressed it against the entrance to her dark hole. Then, with agonizing slowness, he eased himself ever so slightly into her, before easing himself out. He then repeated the process, delving a little deeper this time. The process repeated several more times, not stopping until his meat was completely buried in her ass. School Daze Ch. 06 And then he hesitated, looking down on her like a master would look upon a pet. "Please," she whispered weakly. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard." Johnny reached down and grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard as he began pounding her ass. Soon her moaning was filling the store as he pounded her against the desk top. She tried to hold his eyes but failed, turning away from his gaze. And still, he worked her hard. They came together, two bodies clutching desperately at each other as their releases overtook them. Finally, he collapsed onto the back of her thighs, pushing them against her breasts. They stayed like that for the better part of a minute. It was Pete who finally tapped Johnny's shoulder, motioning that it was time to let Virginia up. The guys gathered their clothes, dressing slowly while Virginia sat on the desk, catching her breath. Finally, she retrieved the thong and slid it on, before searching out the fishnet dress and stepping into that. Johnny looked at her questioningly. "Your clothes are in the back. I'll be happy to get them for you. Or you can dress back there." "It's early yet and I thought I'd stick around for a while," Virginia shrugged. "I wouldn't mind wearing this; if it's okay with you, that is." Johnny looked at her and smiled. "It's fine by me." She returned his smile as she reached behind her neck to button the button. "I'll be behind the counter, then." 'Red' stepped over to wear Johnny and Pete stood. "Aren't you going to tell her the store was locked up for the last hour and we're all friends?" Johnny looked at 'Red.' "Nope," he said, turning his gaze back to Virginia's ass as she made her way across the floor. "I think we'll leave things just like they are." * * * * * * * As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome. School Daze Ch. 07 Chapter Seven – Busted It was early May, about five weeks after Barbie, a secretary in the high school's front office, had joined the list of those taking sexual liberties with Ms. Virginia Lee, the school principal. Ironically, instead of adding more confusion to an already crowded affair, the immergence of Barbie actually tended to stabilize things. For the first time in months, Ms. Lee was no longer worried about her 'special students' coming into her office at school and taking liberties with her. Barbie had put an immediate stop to that, refusing to let any of the guys into the principal's office. Now, the only liberties taken on her during the school day were taken by Barbie herself and were restricted to the insertion of two small vibrating bullets – one in her pussy and one in her ass. Barbie always retained possession of the remote control, turning the bullets on periodically throughout the day, usually at socially inconvenient times for the principal. Somehow, the rest of the week always seemed to work itself out. The wrestlers – all except Maurice, who seemed to always be busy with Miss Goodman – had their time, Barbie had hers. Never did the times overlap. Everything, in fact, was running about as smoothly as possible, considering. Smoothly, that is, until Brian Bitner came barging into the principals office one Wednesday afternoon, not even slowing down when Barbie tried to stop him. He came to a stop in front of her desk and waited. A moment later Barbie rushed into the room, closing the door behind her. "Just what do you . . ." she started, but Brian cut her off impatiently. "Shut up and listen," he blurted out. "We've got a problem." When he had both of their attention, he continued. "I was in study hall today, playing a video game on my laptop instead of studying." "And you want Ms. Lee to get you out of detention, I suppose," Barbie cut in sarcastically. "I wish," Brian shot back. "It's far worse than that. It was Mrs. Wallace who caught me, and she confiscated the laptop." "You mean Brenda Wallace from the school board?" Virginia asked, speaking for the first time since Brian and Barbie had entered the room. "What was she doing in your study hall?" "Who knows," Brian responded, his exasperation showing. "And who cares. The point is she has my laptop. All of the pictures and videos of you and your sexual escapades are on there. If she snoops around a bit, she's bound to find them." After several moments of absolute silence, all hell broke loose, with all three of them talking at once and everyone pointing a finger at someone else. It was Barbie who first came to her senses. "You need to call her, now," she said to Ms. Lee. "See if you can get the computer back. She's only had it a couple of hours. She couldn't have found anything yet." Ms. Lee was looking up the phone number before Barbie even finished her sentence. A moment later she was dialing the number. "Hello, Brenda," she said into the phone. "It's Virginia Lee. Listen, I have a request and I wonder . . ." Ms. Lee stopped in mid-sentence, listening to the voice on the other end. "I see," she said a few moments later and set the phone down in its cradle. Neither Brian nor Barbie said a word, both knowing exactly how the other side of the conversation went. After taking a second to gather her nerves, the principal confirmed their fears. "Apparently she found something interesting on the computer and will be keeping it for a while. Someone will be getting back to me in a day or so." * * * A day or so turned out to be Friday morning, two days later. Virginia was at her desk when the phone call came through. "Virginia Lee," she said as she brought the receiver to her ear. "Virginia, this is Brenda Wallace. I think it's time we got together and go over a few things." 'That was certainly blunt,' Virginia thought. But she put her best happy voice on when she responded. "It's 10:30 now. I can be at you office anytime after 11:00, just name the time." "Actually," Brenda replied. "I thought we would do this a little less formally. How about if I stop by your house tomorrow afternoon, say 2:00 PM?" "That would be fine. I'll see you then," Virginia said. She laid the receiver back in its cradle and sighed. She sat there like a zombie, staring off into nothingness, not stirring until she sat up suddenly and spoke out loud. "Why on earth does she want to do this a little less formally? That doesn't make any sense at all!" Actually, it made perfect sense. And the more she thought about it, the more she understood. She, Virginia Lee, was a scandal; a scandal the school board apparently wanted to avoid. For the first time in two days a small smile crept across her face. Maybe, just maybe, she could get out of this mess in one piece. * * * Brenda Wallace turned her car onto Ms. Lee's street and headed for her meeting. Mrs. Wallace was a 38 year-old woman with no children. The 5'7" auburn haired woman had been married to Frank Wallace for nearly ten years. Although she was never what you'd call a wild woman – having only been with two men other than her husband – she enjoyed sex as much as the next woman. Unfortunately, as her husband's career began to take off, she'd found herself becoming more and more a housekeeper and less a woman. It had gotten so bad, in fact, that she'd only made love with her husband three times in the past year, and none of those had been anything to write home about. More and more lately, she'd found herself dreaming about things married women shouldn't think about. Yet despite chastising herself for these thoughts, she couldn't seem to purge them from her mind. And then came Wednesday. The discovery of the pictures and videos on Brian Bitner's laptop had rocked her world, unleashing fantasies so wild and wicked she was certain they would earn her a spot in hell! At first she didn't know what to do about her discovery. She very nearly pretended that she hadn't found the pictures at all. But she couldn't, in good conscious, do that. As a member of the school board she had an obligation to the students. Clearly this was a situation that had already gotten out of hand and could very easily get worse. Still, when she looked at all those pictures and videos of Ms. Lee being dominated by students fifteen years her junior, her knees turned to jelly and her stomach fluttered. What – she couldn't keep from wondering – would it be like to be Ms. Virginia Lee? Dealing with her imagination was bad enough, but when the school superintendent told her she would be the one to confront Ms. Lee, she nearly lost it. Quite frankly, the prospect terrified her. Ms. Lee was a strong woman, a woman Brenda would not choose to confront even in the best of circumstances. To confront her when part of her couldn't get those pictures or fantasies out of her mind was almost too much to bear. So Brenda Wallace sighed deeply as she pulled her car into Ms. Lee's driveway. She'd made it through the phone call yesterday with no problems. Maybe the meeting wouldn't be as rough as she feared. After all, she was the one holding all the cards. The principal had very little choice but to go along with the school board's wishes. * * * Brian Bitner was seated at the kitchen table while Ms. Lee paced the floor nervously in her knee length blue jean skirt and beige cotton tank-top. It had taken forever for Saturday afternoon to arrive, with the principal growing more nervous with each passing moment. If she read the signals Brenda Wallace was sending yesterday correctly, there was a distinct possibility that things could have a reasonably happy ending – all things considered. There was, however, also the possibility that she'd misread the signals, in which case she could be in very serious trouble. The doorbell rang suddenly, shaking them both from their thoughts. Brian rose quickly to his feet, took the principal's head in his hands and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll be in the next room," he said reassuringly. She nodded her head and, after he disappeared around the corner, proceeded to the front door. "Hi, Brenda. Please come in." Brenda Wallace followed Virginia into the house, her purse hung over her left shoulder, a large envelope in her right hand. "Can I get you something to drink?" Virginia offered after she'd led her guest into the living room. "Water would be great," Brenda replied as she took a seat on the sofa. Ms. Lee disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two glasses of ice water. She set one in front of her guest before taking a seat in the wing chair beside the sofa. "I wish I were here on more pleasant business," Brenda said after her hostess had seated herself. Virginia took a sip of her water but said nothing, placing, for the moment at least, the burden of conversation on her guest. "You know we confiscated Brian Bitner's laptop in study hall the other day. In keeping with our policy in events like this, we reviewed its contents to ensure that it contained nothing inappropriate to a high school environment." She paused, searching for the appropriate words. "I'm sure you know what we found, but just to make sure there are no misunderstandings, I brought copies of some of the pictures." She picked up the envelope and slid its contents onto the table. There were twenty-five or thirty pictures of Ms. Lee in various and sundry poses with her student lovers. Virginia picked up the pictures, taking time to look at each one individually. They included at least one with every school related lover – this year's and last – except Barbie, who was not under Brian's control, and Cori Goodman, the English Lit teacher she'd brought into the circle earlier in the year. Brian had told her that he'd destroyed all pictures and videos pertaining to Cori after she'd defeated Ms. Lee in their oil wrestling match. It appeared, to Ms. Lee's immense relief, that he had done just that. Virginia tossed the pictures back onto the coffee table, face up, and looked at Mrs. Wallace. "So, now what?" Brenda's eyes were drawn instinctively to the pile of pictures, the top two of which were clearly visible. They were both from the same evening; the night Suzie Connors was introduced into their little game. The first one was of Ms. Lee, buck naked, bent over the back of the sofa with her ass beat red from the spanking she'd just received. The other, taken just a few minutes later, was of a still naked Ms. Lee eating Suzie Connor's pussy. Brenda Wallace fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, for the first time allowing her nerves to show. It took a moment, but she was able to tear her eyes away from the pictures and gather herself. "Obviously, you can not continue as our school principal," she stated matter of factly. She waited for some concurrence from Ms. Lee, but none came. She continued uneasily, not at all comfortable playing the role of school board heavy. "The problem is to deal with the, err, situation in the least damaging way for the students and the school. I'm sure you can agree with that, can't you?" "Please continue," the principal responded, choosing not to address the question. Ms. Lee's lack of cooperation was getting to Brenda. She hadn't really expected the principal to drop to her knees and plead for mercy, but she had expected some sign of remorse, or at least an acknowledgment that there was a problem. Up to this point, however, she had shown nothing of the sort. The principal, it seemed, was holding her cards very close to the vest. "In a nutshell, the school board does not want to acknowledge that this situation ever happened. We want you to resign, voluntarily, effective the last day of the school year. All parties involved, including your, err, companions . . ." "Masters," Virginia interrupted. "What?" "They aren't my companions, they're my Masters; Mistress in Suzie's case." Brenda was beginning to turn an interesting shade of red, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the whole affair. "All parties, including your Masters," she continued after gathering herself, "will need to agree not to disclose anything about this situation to anyone, for any reason – ever. In return, the school board will accept your resignation without prejudice and will put a non-negative review in your personnel file. If you or your Masters do not agree to this, we will have no choice but to deal with this officially, and that will mean the end of your career, and quite possibly jail." A deathly silence fell over the room as the two women stared at each other. Finally, Virginia spoke. "Who all knows about this deal?" "All of the school board members and the superintendent," Brenda replied. "We've also consulted with our attorney." "Anyone else?" Virginia challenged. Brenda shook her head. There was another long, awkward silence as Virginia considered her options, leaving Brenda to fidget uneasily on the sofa. Finally, the principal took a deep breath, nodded her head and spoke. "I'll type up a letter of resignation and have it to you by the end of the day Monday," she said at last. "I'll also make up a list of everyone involved, although you seem to have pictures of everyone right here," she lied, having no intention of betraying either Barbie or Cori. "Will that do?" "Yes, that will do," Brenda replied. "I'll contact the students individually and explain the situation. It would be helpful if you do the same." After a slight pause, she continued. "I think that takes care of everything, then." Brenda let out a sigh of relief as she rose to her feet, grabbed her purse and stepped away from the sofa. Despite her fears and trepidations – and a large case of nerves – everything seems to have gone exactly according to plan. She took one last look at the pictures on the table and turned for the front door. It came as a complete and utter surprise when, instead of her feet moving towards the door, one final question came tumbling from her mouth. "What was it like?" she asked in a soft, subdued voice. Virginia rose to her feet, very much surprised by the question. It was a question that shouldn't have been asked in what up to that point had been a professional, albeit cold, meeting. It was a personal question, meant to satisfy a personal curiosity. It served no professional purpose at all. She looked at her guest, making up her mind quickly – it was a very personal question and, as such, deserved a very personal response. "What was what like? Degrading myself? Allowing students fifteen years my junior to humiliate me? Making love to a woman?" The tone of Ms. Lee's response was hard, almost challenging, and it made the already nervous Mrs. Wallace even more nervous. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business," Brenda answered, attempting to retract the question. "I'll just be going now." She took two steps towards the door before Virginia grabbed her arm. "It turned you on, didn't it?" she challenged. "What?" Brenda replied in a shocked voice, turning to face the other woman. "You heard me," Virginia shot back, taking a confronting step forward. "You liked what you saw. It made you hot and you're too damn afraid to admit it." She then released Brenda's arm, moving her hand between Brenda's legs and rubbing her crotch. "This is what you really want, isn't it?" "No," she gasped in shock, pushing the hand away. "I never . . . I mean you shouldn't . . . It's not . . ." She finally gave up trying to get a coherent sentence out of her mouth and took a step backwards, bumping abruptly into the wall. Ms. Lee took a step forward, matching Brenda's retreat. When she was face to face with her she reached down and took her purse, tossing it back to the sofa. She then returned her hand to Brenda's crotch and began rubbing. "Admit it; this is what you really want." Brenda squirmed against the wall. "No," she finally managed to get out. But this time she didn't push the hand away. Ms. Lee leaned closer, continuing to rub her crotch. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered. Brenda stood there, back pressed against the wall while she shook her head, her eyes nearly in tears. She lowered her head, looking at the hand that was still rubbing her center, before raising her head once again. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "If it's not what you want, just tell me to stop," Ms. Lee said as she continued rubbing her hand over Brenda's crotch. But Brenda just stood there, not saying a word. Several seconds of silence passed before Ms. Lee removed her hand from between Brenda's legs, raising both hands to the top button of her captive's blouse. "Welcome to my world, Mrs. Wallace," she said as she slipped the button through its hole and dropped down to the next button, repeating the process until the last button was freed. Brenda Wallace was in total shock, unable – or unwilling – to stop Ms. Lee's determined assault. She stood as if in a dream world as the principal pulled her away from the wall and slid the now unbuttoned blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the garment drift to the floor as those same hands moved knowingly to the clasp of her bra. And just like that, she was naked from the waist up, with Ms. Lee's hands were sliding onto her breasts. "God help me," Mrs. Wallace moaned, her eyes closing as she fell back against the wall and Ms. Lee began working her breasts. For several moments Virginia kept up her assault on those beautiful tits, squeezing and kneading them, pulling on their nipples and twirling them in her fingers, all while drawing Mrs. Wallace further and further under her spell. Finally, she was ready to move on. She slid her hands to the button on Brenda's slacks and released it, lowering the zipper and pushing the pants and panties over her hips. She heard a gasp come from her soon to be lover's mouth as her right hand slid over her love button and her left hand returned to her breasts. Brenda stood against the wall with eyes closed, what remained of her clothing bunched up around her ankles. She was fighting to keep air in her lungs as those magic fingers danced over her clit. She was nearly delirious, struggling without success to maintain some small hold on reality. And then Virginia leaned forward to drag her teeth across her nipple, biting down lightly as her finger dove deep into her pussy. Brenda jumped, moaning as she grabbed hold of her tormentor's head and opened her eyes. That was when she saw Brian Bitner, standing there big as life, less than ten feet away. Brenda tensed up immediately, gasping as she tightened her hold on Ms. Lee's head. But at that same moment the principal squeezed her tit with her left hand, bit down hard on her right nipple and plunged her finger deep into her pussy while her thumb slid across her clit. Brenda's knees nearly buckled as a scream escaped her throat and her body exploded in orgasm. And as the principal continued her assault, the pleasure kept coming, sending her deeper into the depths of ecstasy. All thoughts of the watching young man vanished. As the throws of orgasm slowly ebbed through her body, she relaxed her grip on Virginia's head and slumped against the wall, only barely aware of the principal withdrawing her hands and backing away. For Brenda Wallace, for the briefest of moments, everything was right with the world. But then she remembered Brian. She gasped, opening her eyes as she hunched over, moving her hands quickly to cover her nakedness. The principal now stood beside the high school senior, both pairs of eyes locked directly on her. It was Brian who spoke first. "This is certainly an unexpected surprise." "It seems that our pictures had quite an arousing effect on her," Virginia informed him. School Daze Ch. 07 Brian looked the older woman over, nodding his head approvingly. "I think I'd like to check her out more closely," he said. He then turned to Ms. Lee. "Go get one of the kitchen chairs." "Yes, sir," she replied without hesitation. She left the room, returning a few seconds later with a chair. "Set it right there," Brian ordered, pointing to the middle of the room. Once the chair was in the indicated spot he sat down. "Bring her to me," he ordered. "But have her lose the pants first. I want her completely naked." "Yes, sir," the principal replied obediently, moving quickly to where Brenda stood, still hunched over against the wall. Brenda's mind was mush. In the last four or five minutes she'd gone from being in control of an important meeting to being stark naked and exploding in orgasm at the hands of a woman while a high school boy looked on. Now, with her head still reeling from the effects of the orgasm, her naked body was to be presented for the young man's inspection. There was a very bewildered look in her eyes when she turned to Ms. Lee. "I know you're nervous," Virginia said in a soft, almost kind voice, "so we'll do this one step at a time. First, you need to stand up straight." She placed her finger under Mrs. Wallace's chin, applying a light upward pressure. Slowly, with only a minimal resistance, the naked woman straightened her hunched over body until she was standing straight up, her back against the wall. Ms. Lee smiled, brushing a stray lock out of Brenda's eyes. "Now the hands," she said, taking each of Brenda's hands in hers and moving them slowly to her sides. Virginia smiled, running her finger tips lightly over Mrs. Wallace's breasts, noting the still erect nipples. "Now the pants," she said, almost in a whisper. For a moment Brenda just stood there, unmoving. Finally, just as Ms. Lee was beginning to think further action might be needed, the naked woman nodded her head slightly. Then, with more than a little awkwardness, she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants, pushing them out of the way with her foot. Virginia nodded, taking hold of her arm and leading her across the floor. Finally, when Brenda stood immediately before the seated Brian, Virginia released her arm and retreated back behind Brian. For a minute, everything was silent, Brian seated in his chair with Ms. Lee at his back while Mrs. Wallace stood before him, completely naked and shaking noticeably. Finally, Brian broke the silence. "You see how Ms. Lee obeys me without hesitation?" he asked. Mrs. Wallace nervously nodded her head. "I expect nothing less from you. Do you understand?" There was a slight hesitation before she nodded her head once again. This time, however, that response didn't quite suit the young man. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer, not a nod of the head. We'll try it one more time – do you understand that you are to obey me without hesitation?" Brenda swallowed deeply. "Yes, sir," she finally answered. "I understand." "Good," Brian said, nodding his head. He raised his hands to Brenda's stomach. "Now it's time to check out my new slut," he said, sliding his hands lightly up her body. His hands wandered lightly over her chest and stomach, drawing little circles around her breasts and nipples before he allowed them to drift to her sides and down to her hips. He slid his right hand between her thighs, eliciting a small gasp as it brushed across her lips before withdrawing and moving back to her breasts, where he grabbed hold of her nipples and twirled them in his fingers. Finally, he withdrew the hands. "Turn around," he ordered. She obeyed without hesitation. "Now spread your legs and bend over." Again she obeyed without question. It wasn't until he ordered her to reach back and spread her butt cheeks apart so he could examine her ass and pussy up close that she realized just how low she'd sunk and how little fight she'd put up. Still, she didn't hesitate to do exactly as instructed, knowing as she pulled her cheeks wide that she truly was Brian Bitner's slut. She held her position for several seconds, waiting while Brian looked her over. "It's a very pretty pussy, don't you think, Virginia?" he said after a bit. "Yes, sir," came the response. "It looks like she's quite wet, too." "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" he asked rhetorically as he reached out with his right hand. Despite that fact that she was right there, listening as they talked about her like some dumb, inanimate object, Brenda jumped when his fingers slid into her pussy. She recovered quickly, however, returning immediately to her bent over position without releasing her cheeks. Brian allowed her to stand there with two of his fingers buried in her pussy while he turned to Ms. Lee. "You're right. She's quite wet. I think being a slut agrees with her." "Yes, sir," Ms. Lee agreed. "I rather thought it might." Brian then returned his attention to his slut and began sliding his fingers slowly into her very excited womanhood while she stood before him, bent over, spreading her butt cheeks wide. His pistoning fingers had Brenda's full attention as they slid first in, then out, then in again, repeating the process over and over as those lustful feelings grew stronger and stronger within her. It didn't matter that he was 20 years her junior or that she was the authority figure while he was a mere student. Nor did it matter that she was acting like a total and complete harlot, allowing herself to be completely dominated by him. No, the only thing that mattered at that moment were those fingers and the steadily quickening pace with which they were assaulting her pussy. She lowered her head, moaning as her pleasure continued to build, breathing deeply in an effort to maintain her concentration and keep from falling over. And then he spoke. "I'm confused about one thing, Mrs. Wallace," he said, slowing the pistioning of his fingers only slightly. "It seems that you have put yourself in the very same position that Ms. Lee did. Further, it seems that you enjoy it. Am I right so far?" he asked, shoving his fingers deep into her pussy. "Yes," she gasped. "Oh God, yes." "However, after looking at the pictures and video's on my computer, you found it necessary to turn her in. I'm having a little trouble reconciling those two positions," he said as he withdrew his fingers completely. "Perhaps you can help me." Brian had taken her to the brink of orgasm before challenging her and withdrawing his fingers, ensuring that it was a fuzzy mind at best that tried to address his challenge. Still, Mrs. Wallace had enough presence of mind to hold her position as she tried to engage her brain enough to answer his question. She did not, apparently, respond quickly enough. "Stand up and face me," he barked. She rose quickly and turned around, a flushed look on her face. "Now bend over my knees," he ordered, "and I'll show you how I'm going to reconcile the two positions." There was a look of total disbelief on her face as she realized what he was going to do. "But, but," she stammered. "I was only . . ." "Over my knees, Mrs. Wallace. Now!" he barked again. The impatient tone of his voice served its purpose, startling the naked woman into obedience. It took only a couple of seconds for her to assume her position, sprawled out across his lap. It was only a second after that when his left hand came to rest on her back and his right hand landed a stinging blow to her fanny. WHACK!! Brenda yelped, instinctively trying to rise up from his lap after the unexpectedly hard blow landed. But Brian held her in place easily, allowing her to squirm for several long seconds before delivering the next blow. WHACK!! The second blow was as hard as the first, eliciting another yelp from Mrs. Wallace. This time, however, she held her position obediently, waiting for the next blow. WHACK!! Brian hesitated five or six seconds between each of the twenty blows, delivering each new blow with a sting equal to that of the previous. Other then the yelp she let out as each of the blows landed, however, Brenda took the blows without protest, and then waited nervously for the next blow to fall. She jumped instinctively when his hand once again touched her fanny. This time, however, the hand came gently, without pain, instead resting lightly on her beet red cheeks, rubbing them tenderly before easing the fingers into her pussy. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her, leery that she hadn't felt the last of the stinging blows. But the blows didn't return as the fingers worked her womanhood faster and harder, eliciting moans and groans to replace the yelps. He worked her pussy with a passion while sliding his left hand underneath her to fondle her breasts. She could feel herself heating up, knowing instinctively that her orgasm was near. Still, she had that lingering concern about the next blow, knowing, somehow, that the pain was not yet over. And then her orgasm struck, vanquishing all rational thought from her mind. For the briefest of moments everything was again right with the world as she writhed atop his lap, oblivious to everything but her own pleasure. And then they started again. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! This time there was no break between blows. And this time, despite the fact that she knew the blows were coming, she was totally unprepared for the pain. After the fifth blow landed she screamed out, pushing herself from Brian's lap and onto the floor, winding up flat on her back at his feet. She lay there, staring up at her tormentor, not knowing for certain whether she was in agony or ecstasy. She struggled to catch her breath, grateful for the precious few seconds he gave her before he looked over his shoulder and nodded at Ms. Lee. When she saw Virginia return his nod and smile, Brenda knew instinctively that her punishment was over. Now it was time for something new. She watched the principal step out from behind Brian's chair, step over her prone body and turn around, facing her master over her guest's body. Then without further fanfare, she began removing her clothes. Brenda's eyes were glued to the principal, watching intently as her clothing came off, one piece at a time. First to go was the tank top, sliding up her torso before being tossed unceremoniously aside. Next was the skirt, falling to her feet after its button was freed and its zipper lowered. Ms. Lee paused, looking down at her guest, smiling as she ran her tongue over her lips. She then ran her hands suggestively up her sides and onto her bra-enclosed breasts, squeezing them before reaching around to unhook the clasp and toss the bra aside. She then bent forward at the waist, hooked her thumbs in her skimpy panties and pushed them over her hips, wiggling her ass teasingly as the delicate item slid down her legs. Finally, she kicked her panties and skirt aside, sliding her hands teasingly down her stomach until her fingers were dancing over her clit. Brenda stared up at her hostess, watching intently as she gyrated her hips suggestively and teased her love button. Just a few days earlier she wouldn't have believed it possible for her to get excited watching another woman dance. Now, she couldn't wait to get her hands on her. But she was patient, holding her position on the floor, more than willing to follow the principal's lead. Funny, but it mattered not at all that her first time making love to a woman would be in front of an eighteen year-old boy. Virginia continued her little dance for nearly a minute, swaying her hips and fingering herself with one hand while the other roamed freely over her body. The events of the last half hour had proven very hot, leaving the principal in a very frazzled state. And now that the punishment had been appropriately dolled out, she was finally free to address her own needs, with Mrs. Wallace's assistance, of course. She stopped her dance and bent over, extending her hands downward. With an excited, yet nervous, smile, Brenda reached up and took the hands, slowly rising to her feet with the principal's help. They stood there for a moment, holding hands while young Brian Bitner looked on, before slowly melting into each others arms. The feel of a naked woman's body pressing against her own was like nothing Brenda had ever imagined – soft and tender, yet alive with passion. She allowed her hands to wander over Ms. Lee's backside, from her back up to her head, where she ran her fingers playfully through her hair, and then down to her ass, where she traced delicate little circles around her cheeks before grabbing them and squeezing, pulling her womanhood even closer to her own. Their embrace went on for nearly a minute, each woman's hands busily exploring the other's body, before Ms. Lee pushed her guest away. For a moment, the women stood there, staring into each other's eyes, their mutual hunger obvious. Finally, Virginia took Brenda's hands and began backing up, pulling her guest with her until she backed into a wing chair. And then she sat down. With her fanny on the edge of the chair and her legs spread wide, Ms. Lee pulled Brenda forward, bringing her breasts to within inches of her face. She then released her hands and took hold of her butt-cheeks, massaging them as she leaned forward to plant soft little kisses across her stomach. Brenda's hands moved directly to her hostesses head, holding it as the kisses continued to fall, guiding it to where more were needed. She closed her eyes and arched her back, bending her neck upwards as the tender attack continued. And through it all, she was oblivious to Brian Bitner's presence in the room, who by this time was on his feet and half-way undressed. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Brenda found the resolve to push the principal away. She looked down at her, smiling, before lowering herself to her knees between her thighs. And then she pushed her so her upper back and head were resting on the seat back, before letting her hands come to rest briefly on her taut stomach. She looked down upon the naked woman she was about to make love to – at her wavy blonde hair falling haphazardly against the seat-back, at her beautiful, full breasts with their pale aureoles rising and falling with each new breath, and at the heart of her womanhood, spread wide in anticipation of her arrival. Mrs. Wallace allowed a smile to cross her lips as she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she slid her hands upward, finally taking possession of those beautiful, heavy orbs. She squeezed Virginia's breasts, massaging them and pressing them together. She slid her fingers to those beautiful, extended nipples, taking them and twirling them slowly, eliciting approving moans from their owner. Finally, she lowered her mouth and sucked them in, first the right, then the left, before dragging her teeth over their tips, scraping them just hard enough to cause her charge to squirm, before planting tender, soft kisses all over them. She allowed her mouth to abandon the breasts, her hands once again taking possession of them as her lips continued down her stomach. She licked and kissed every inch of the squirming stomach below her, dragging her hands reluctantly away from her heaving bosom as her mouth moved ever nearer its target. Her hands and mouth arrived at Ms. Lee's pussy at the same time, as if part of a well choreographed dance that was performed to perfection. She spread the lips gently with her fingers, lowering her lips to her engorged button and sucking, flicking her tongue across it as Virginia gasped, grabbing onto the chair arms and arching her back. It was at that moment that Brian re-entered the game, sliding up behind Brenda's fanny, rubbing his aroused cock against her pussy. Now it was Brenda's turn to gasp as she lifted her head and turned back, hoping to see her master's face as he slid his manhood into her for the first time. Her eyes grew hungrier as he slid his meat in, stretching her nicely with his girth. But once he was in her he stopped, holding steady inside her as his hands rested on her hips. Brenda smiled at him, running her tongue teasingly over her lips, grinding herself against him as she turned her attention back to Ms. Lee's pussy. Virginia quickly grabbed the returning head, pulling it hard against her womanhood. She let out a gasp when the lips once again slid over her hot bulb. It was the fingers sliding into her hot, wet pussy, however, that put her over the edge, causing her to scream out as the fingers banged their way in and out as her orgasm struck home. When Brian heard Virginia scream out, he commenced his attack on Mrs. Wallace, pounding his meat into her as she fell forward into the principal's arms, her head pressing against the heavy softness of her bosom. She moaned into the still gasping orbs, happily helpless against her master's assault. It was no wonder that she came almost instantly, sinking deeper into Ms. Lee's arms as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, even as young Brian was filling her with his seed. * * * It was some time before life returned to the three lovers. Brian rose uneasily to his feet and reached for his underwear. Mrs. Wallace reluctantly withdrew from Virginia's warm embrace, taking a position beside Ms. Lee's chair on her knees. The principal held her position on the chair, her fingers playfully twirling Brenda's hair while she watched her master dress. It wasn't until Brian was completely dressed that anyone spoke. "Brian," Ms. Lee said. "I have a request." It was not lost on Brian that the principal had called him by his first name. She rarely – if ever – called him that when 'the game' was on. He fought down his initial instincts to call her on that, deciding to hear what she had to say first. "I'm listening," he said. Ms. Lee rose to her feet and crossed the few feet that separated them, reaching out to take his hands in hers. She looked into his eyes and, smiling weakly, made her request. "No more pictures and no more blackmail. Not on me, not on Brenda, not on anyone. The price is to steep. Can you promise me that?" Brian hesitated, his eyes darting from one woman to the other before settling on Virginia. Finally, a smile crept across his face and he nodded his head. "Yes ma'am," he said. "No more pictures and no more blackmail. I promise." There was a tear in the principal's eye when she slid into his arms. "You never called me ma'am before," she whispered almost inaudibly. Awkwardness hung in the air for several moments before Brian pushed the still naked principal from his arms. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and turned towards Mrs. Wallace. "Mrs. Wallace, I wish we could have done this in different circumstances," he said, referring to Ms. Lee's forced resignation. Then he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I guess I'll see you around." As he turned for the door Brenda rose to her feet, digging quickly through her purse. Finding what she was looking for, she turned, reaching the front door at the same time as Brian. "Here's my card, Master. It has all my phone numbers and my e-mail address on it. I'd like it if you'd call me." Brian smiled, pulling her closer and kissing her on the forehead. "What about your husband?" She shrugged. "What about him?" * * * * * * *