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After School

By: fin



Terry flipped through a psychology text, trying to concentrate on the pretentious jargon. The dorm suite was quiet. For once, she couldn't blame her roommates for distracting her; they were all out for the evening. She would have gone with them – they'd invited her – but they always ended up at an expensive restaurant or a club with a steep cover charge. Payday for her cafeteria job was still three days away. She needed to conserve her pocket money.

After a few more minutes Terry slammed her book shut. It was useless; she just wasn't going to get any work done. She pushed her chair back and stood up. There had to be somebody around to talk to. She was only wearing panties and a bra, so she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed down the hall. Her first stop was a bust. The suite next door was as empty as hers. Come on, she thought, it's a Tuesday night. Where is everybody? But she knew the answer. They all had social lives. She amended that thought. They could all afford social lives. Still, it was a big dorm. Someone had to be around. She tried a single at the end of the hall. Its occupant, Vanessa, was a senior who Terry knew from a couple of dorm parties.

To her surprise, Vanessa opened the door right away. Vanessa was wearing what could only be described as a naughty schoolgirl outfit: a short plaid skirt, knee socks, and a white blouse open way down in front revealing a deep cleavage. Vanessa looked... grown up. A striking woman with lush curves, meticulously groomed from her long dark hair to her pink manicured nails and subtle eye shadow. Terry had usually seen her surrounded by male admirers, and no wonder. She wondered idly what level of time commitment looks like Vanessa's required.

"Oh, hi, Terry," she said pleasantly. "I was just on my way out. What's up?"

Her, too? Terry must have looked as distressed as she felt.

"What's the matter?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh, nothing, really. I was looking for an excuse not to study, but everyone seems to have something else going on this evening."

Vanessa smiled sympathetically. "Why don't you come with me? I have an appointment, but it won't take more than 45 minutes or so. Then we can get coffee somewhere."

Terry smiled. Coffee was still in her price range. "Sure. I'd love to." And it was true. She felt a little privileged to be riding around with Vanessa in her racy Audi, hanging out with such a sophisticated and glamorous senior.

"Where do you need to go?"

"Oh, just a motel." The answer was casual, but something in Vanessa's voice told Terry not to ask for more details.

The motel was a few minutes away from school, and Vanessa parked in the back. She seemed to be familiar with the layout.

"You can wait in the lobby. I'll be back to collect you in a bit."

Terry sat in a plush chair and leafed through tourist brochures, then moved on to a real-estate magazine with its brightly-colored images of impossibly expensive homes near lakes and golf courses. She computed that she'd have to work 8,400 cafeteria shifts before she could buy one of them. 

Eventually, Vanessa returned and they headed for a Starbucks. Vanessa was telling Terry about her vacation plans in Cancun when her cell phone rang.

"Oh, hi Jeff," Vanessa said cheerily. "Tonight?" She looked towards Terry. "Well, I'm kind of tied up."

Terry whispered: "Don't worry about me. If you need to go somewhere..."

Vanessa mouthed: "Are you sure?" Terry nodded emphatically. "Okay, I can do it. The suites place? What number? 114? Okay, see you at nine."

Terry sat silently, not knowing what to say. Was this what she thought it was? She wasn't naïve, but it came as a surprise to her that girls she knew went around meeting guys named Jeff in motel rooms late at night. But she was probably jumping to a totally unwarranted conclusion. She looked over at Vanessa, who had put her phone away.

"Ah, look, Vanessa, I don't mean to pry, but, um, what was that about?"

Vanessa smiled, totally at ease. "Well, I don't advertise the fact around school, but I do erotic massages to earn a little extra money. I don't usually do two guys right after one another, but Jeff's a regular and I try to accommodate him."

Terry didn't know what to say. She looked down at her lap, embarrassed.

"So I should probably drive you back. We can go out tomorrow night instead if you'd like."

"Oh, I don't want you to go out of your way."

Vanessa gave that some thought. "Well, you could wait again and we could find some place that's open late afterwards."

"Sure. That'd be fine."

Vanessa looked thoughtfully at Terry for a moment. "Or you could come in with me. I'm sure Jeff wouldn't mind."

Terry was stunned into silence. Was she joking? No, apparently not. It was obviously crazy; she couldn't even imagine being part of a scene like that. It was... she wasn't quite sure what it was. Sordid? Demeaning? Something along those lines. Or maybe not. She had to admit to just the slightest bit of curiosity. What exactly was it that Vanessa did? 

"Ah, Terry?"

She wondered if this was how other girls she knew got their cars and their nice clothes. Some of them had well-to-do parents, but most were like Terry's, able to cover their daughters' tuition, but not much more. Her curiosity nagged at her. When would she get another opportunity like this? Probably never. She could think of it as research for her psychology course, get some homework done tonight after all. And who would know? Vanessa wasn't likely to tell anyone. 

"I wouldn't have to... do anything, would I?"

Vanessa laughed. "No, just hang out. It's really no big deal. You can leave anytime if you feel uncomfortable." They drove in silence for a few more minutes then pulled into a motel parking lot.

"I'm going to check to see if Jeff is cool", said Vanessa. "Then I'll come back and get you, okay?"

Terry nodded silently. Vanessa got out and her heels clicked evenly against the blacktop. Terry sat in frozen silence. What had she just gotten herself into? Why hadn't she just accepted Vanessa's first offer to drive her back to her dorm? This was all just too weird, too scary, too sudden.

Terry stared into space and a moment later, it seemed, Vanessa was back at the passenger-side window. "Ready?"

Terry had to hold her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking. She didn't look at Vanessa, but she nodded.

"Let's go then."

Terry opened the door and stepped out. She stumbled on her first step, but then walked quickly, looking down at the ground. Vanessa knocked on number 114. The door opened part-way, and Vanessa stepped inside motioning Terry to follow her. 

"Come on, it's best if no one sees us."

Terry moved inside numbly. She heard the door close behind her then looked around at the dim, ordinary room – the TV set on the oak table, the small desk and chair and table lamp. And the bed. It was a queen, she decided, with a flower-print bedspread. A man as undistinguished as the room stood near the bed. He had a narrow, pale face with wrinkles just starting around the eyes. He was around forty, still with all his hair, though some of it was going gray. He wore a polo shirt and slacks, and his shoes were already off.

The man extended a hand. Terry jumped, then recovered and shook it. "I'm Jeff," he said.

"Hello, I'm Terry."

She was taken aback. Somehow she hadn't expected such normal social interaction. Jeff looked her up and down, increasing her sense of awkwardness. She was acutely aware of how unsexy she must seem in her jeans and baggy sweatshirt. Not to mention her plain cotton underwear. Well, at least he wouldn't be looking at that tonight.

Vanessa stepped in sternly. "She's a bit shy – and it isn't an act. So go easy on her." Terry bristled a bit. I can take care of myself, she thought. I don't need a mother hen.

"Terry, why don't you sit on that chair?" Vanessa indicated an armchair beside the desk. It was only three or four feet from the bed. She'd almost be able to touch them while they did... whatever. She suddenly felt a little light-headed. Maybe sitting down wasn't such a bad idea. She felt her way over the chair.

"Jeff, why don't you get a little more comfortable?" Vanessa suggested with a seductive smile. He looked over at Terry and shrugged. Vanessa headed for the bathroom. 

Jeff pulled his shirt over his head, folded it and put it on a chair. He followed that with his shoes and socks, then his pants. He looked away from Terry as he undressed, trying to pretend that she wasn't there. For her part, Terry tried not to look directly at him. But it wasn't easy; he was only a few feet away. He was lean and more muscular than she had expected. The yellow light from the floor lamp shaded his biceps and his chest. Wearing only his boxers he was more dressed than he would have been in a swimsuit. But it was different being inside. More intimate, more dangerous. She felt an unexpected warmth starting between her legs.

Jeff took a quick look towards her and smiled sheepishly as he slid his shorts down and threw them on the pile of clothing. Then he lay face down on the bed. He turned away from her as he did it, so that she had only a glimpse of his cock. But his butt was very much in evidence as he stretched out and closed his eyes. She was immediately struck by how different his body was from the boys she'd known. They were lanky and smooth-skinned, while Jeff was bigger and blockier, and, well, hairy. Since he couldn't see her looking, she ran her eyes along his body, taking in the hard thighs and well-defined back. But her gaze kept returning to his butt. She had to stop herself from reaching out and feeling just how firm it was, from running her hand along its curves. It was undeniably tempting, and she doubted Jeff would mind if she did... 

No. Absolutely not. She held herself back by a force of will and moved her gaze down to his legs. They were a little apart, creating a dark space between his buttocks that drew her eye. A bit of dark hair led down to a barely visible bulge of wrinkled skin. She stared openly, taking in every part of him. There was something completely fascinating about looking at a man's naked body, knowing that she wasn't involved, that she was practically invisible, protected by her sensible clothes.

Vanessa was back a minute later wearing crimson thong panties and a matching bra. Terry marveled at how tanned Vanessa was, and she immediately knew that she wasn't cut out for this kind of job. Vanessa's legs were so smooth, her hips curved so elegantly. And her breasts! So round and big, C-cups at least, with lots of cleavage. Terry's girl-next-door looks could never compete. Vanessa had her dark hair tied back, and she seemed very relaxed, very much in control. Jeff looked up at her, and Vanessa slapped him playfully on the butt as she sat down beside him on the bed. She had a bottle of some sort of oil that she squirted on the backs of Jeff's thighs. She rubbed it in then started to make slow rhythmic strokes with her palms. On top of everything else, Vanessa seemed to have had massage training. Evidently there was a lot more to this sex thing than Terry realized. Jeff purred as Vanessa moved up to his back, digging in with the heels of her hands. 

She looked up at Terry. "Want to try a few strokes?" 

Terry felt stricken. She sat with her mouth open, unable to respond.

"Come on, you'd be doing exactly the same thing if you took a massage class."

Terry thought about that. It was probably true. "But I've never learned to do a massage."

Vanessa laughed. "I'll tell you both a secret, neither have I."

"It feels great," Jeff said. "Go ahead, Terry. I promise I won't complain if you get too rough." That earned him another slap on the butt from Vanessa.

Terry got up slowly and moved over to the bed. Straddling Jeff with her crotch resting on his thighs would give her the best angle, but that was obviously out of the question. She tried sitting in several different positions before she found one that worked, on the opposite side of the bed from Vanessa. Vanessa demonstrated a long stroke, and Terry repeated it as best she could. The oil made his skin slippery, but the warmth came right through it. She tried a few more stokes. Nothing to it, really.

"Do his butt," Vanessa said, squirting a little oil on each buttock.

Terry hesitated for a second. Just a minute earlier she had been wondering what it would feel like to touch him there. She shrugged. It wouldn't be a big departure from the largely impersonal task of massaging his back. She slid her hands over Jeff's rump, not really pressing down, just feeling the firmness of the skin beneath her fingers.

"Push harder," Vanessa advised matter-of-factly. "The muscles are down in there a ways."

Terry dug in harder with the heel of her hand and Jeff made appreciative noises.

"Reach between his legs and give his balls a squeeze," Vanessa said.

Terry pulled her hands back as if they'd been burned.

Vanessa giggled. "Like this." She reached into the dark recess Terry had been staring at surreptitiously just a few minutes earlier. Jeff made another contented sigh.

"Okay, big boy. Roll over."

Jeff obliged with a leisurely motion and looked up expectantly. Vanessa unhooked her top and lifted it teasingly over her head. Terry didn't know where to look first. Vanessa was breathtaking. The nipples on her heavy, round breasts were large and dark. And she had a belly-button ring. Terry had always thought they were kind of silly, but on Vanessa it looked very sexy. And stretched out between them was a completely naked man. He was looking at Vanessa as well, taking in the upward curving undersides of her breasts. Again, Terry felt invisible, even though she was close enough to smell the faint masculine scent that rose from Jeff's body. While his attention was directed at her friend, Terry let her gaze wander along Jeff's abdomen, past the thick patch of pubic hair, shiny and nearly black, and down to where his cock lay flaccid between his thighs. It was circumcised and awfully thick. His balls were big too, packaged up loosely in pink, wrinkled skin. Terry realized that she should probably be moving back to the safety of her chair. But she stayed where she was.

Vanessa squirted more oil, first on Jeff's thighs, then on his chest. The massage routine changed now. After each stroke Vanessa dragged her long lacquered nails across his stomach and teased his nipples with her fingertips. Jeff groaned softly and his hand moved to rest on Vanessa's bare thigh. As she worked down towards his belly, his hand moved along her leg then over the curve of her hip. Terry was startled. She expected Vanessa to push his hand away, but she ignored it completely.

The room was very quiet. There was only the sound of breathing and skin sliding slickly against skin. Terry looked back at Jeff's cock. It was starting to grow. Vanessa circled it with a fingertip then moved over it, brushing against it very lightly. His cock jumped. It was really big now. Terry had never seen anything like it. The ones she'd dealt in the past with were skinny and pale by comparison. Jeff's was thick and red with blood. A big vein stood out along one side. Terry's breathing deepened. She kept her hands locked tightly together on her lap.

Vanessa leaned closer. Her hand wrapped around the base of the shaft and slid upwards. Jeff grunted and lifted his hips. Vanessa's hand moved back down, gripping him firmly, then she began a smooth stroking motion. Jeff closed his eyes and his hand crept up her body until it cupped one of her breasts. 

Terry couldn't take her eyes off of his cock. Somehow it had gotten bigger, and the vein was throbbing. It rose like a tree trunk from the dark tangle of his pubic hair. Jeff's breathing turned hoarse and he began to rub Vanessa's nipple. After a moment it stiffened. Terry realized that her own nipples were painfully hard. She looked down at herself, alarmed. Did they show? Certainly not under her sweatshirt. And, anyway, Jeff's attention was directed elsewhere. He groaned, bucked his hips... and Vanessa let go of him. Jeff's breathing slowed.

Vanessa looked at Terry. "You try it," she said.

Terry put her hand to her mouth. "No, I..."

"It's easy. Come on, just for a minute."

Jeff turned to look at her. His voice was husky. "Go ahead. Just a few strokes."

Terry looked blankly from Vanessa to Jeff, unable to collect her thoughts. Finally, Vanessa smiled and took Terry's hand. She guided Terry's fingers around the middle of the shaft. The touch was electric. The skin was warm and somehow... pliable. It moved under her fingers, pulsing, responding to her pressure. 

"Move up and down," said Vanessa.

Terry blinked. "Oh. Okay." She slid her hand upward towards the tip.

"You should take your sweatshirt off. It'll get messed up."

Terry looked confused for a moment. Then she suddenly let go of Jeff's cock. "Oh!"

Vanessa giggled. "No, not that. The oil. It gets all over your clothes."

Terry sat indecisively for a second, then thought, no, she had to draw the line somewhere. She pushed up her sleeve, leaving her forearm bare. But that was it. The rest of the shirt stayed on. Then she reached for Jeff again. The baggy sleeve slid down. This is ridiculous, she thought. She should just stop right now. But, somehow, her hand stayed where it was. The truth was that she was wearing a modest enough bra underneath the shirt. It wouldn't be any different from wearing a bikini on the beach. Except that she wasn't at the beach. She was in a motel room with her hand on a stranger's cock. Even so, she didn't want to get oil – or anything else – on her clothes. She sighed and lifted the sweatshirt up and over her head. Jeff looked at her greedily, his eyes roaming across her chest. She felt more naked than Vanessa. Her tits were mostly covered and her nipples weren't really noticeable, even though they were so hard they ached. Why was he staring at her? He had a stunning woman wearing nothing but a red thong sitting right next to him. And he's looking at me. It made her feel... she wasn't sure how it made her feel, tingly, nervous. She reached for his cock. He drew in his breath sharply when her hand met his flesh. The shaft was so thick she could barely get her fingers around it. She slid her hand tentatively along its length.

"Squeeze a little tighter," Vanessa said.

Jeff smiled. "You heard the lady."

She squeezed. Up and down her hand went, starting slowly and building into a steady rhythm. Terry was so completely focused on how his cock felt that it was a minute before she noticed his hand was resting on the bare skin of her waist. It had probably been there for a while, so it would be sort of unreasonable to remove it now. And she had to admit that it felt good.

Vanessa sat with an amused smile on her face. As Terry's stroking grew faster Vanessa leaned over to let Jeff suck on one of her breasts. Jeff's tongue snaked out and traced small circles around the aureole. Terry gasped when Jeff sucked the whole nipple into his mouth. With Jeff's face buried in Vanessa's chest, Terry leaned over to study his cock at closer range. It might be a long time before she got another chance to check out one this big. She watched the small hole in the tip wink open and a glistening drop of pre-cum ooze out. She was almost close enough now to reach out with her tongue and flick the little opening, clean it off...

Suddenly, Jeff groaned and bucked his hips up. "Watch out!" he said.

Terry jumped back. Vanessa sat up as well. Jeff arched his back and a fat, white stream of cum shot straight up into the air, then another and another in diminishing arcs.

Wow, Terry thought. Good thing he warned us. That stuff would have hit me right in the face.


After School



Jeff was breathing so hard that his body shook. Vanessa stroked his chest until he calmed and lay quiet. Terry's pussy throbbed. She felt an urgent need to touch herself. She'd never seen a man cum like that. She tingled at the thought of what it would have felt like if he'd been inside her. 

Vanessa got up and went to the bathroom. She came back with a towel that she used to mop Jeff with. He looked over towards Terry shyly and gave her a smile, but neither of them spoke. Vanessa motioned to her, and both girls retreated to the bathroom.

"Give him some time to get dressed," Vanessa said. "And wash your hands."

A few minutes later Vanessa was chatting comfortably with Jeff about movies and restaurants. Terry found it all a bit surreal. The conversation wound down and Vanessa stood up to leave.

"See you next week?" she asked him.

"Both of you?"

Terry felt them looking at her. Her face reddened. "Ah, okay."

Jeff smiled. "Great! Vanessa – I'll call you." He gave Vanessa a quick hug then gave Terry a longer one. Her still-firm nipples pressed hard against his chest. Her need to touch herself grew even more urgent. She wriggled uncomfortably inside her tight jeans. There'd be time later.

Walking back to the car, Vanessa asked: "So, what did you think?"

Terry hesitated. "It was more... normal than I expected, more friendly. I kind of enjoyed it, actually."

Vanessa smiled. "Good. I've got another one tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, four o'clock. Can you do it?"

"Jeez, I don't know. What's the guy like?"

Vanessa shrugged. "Just a guy. Older, fifty or so. Polite, but he'll tell you what he wants. He isn't quiet like Jeff."

Terry looked down at the ground. She was already committed to another round with Jeff. What difference would one more make? "Okay, sure."

"Good." She handed Terry a fifty dollar bill. "This is for you."

Terry opened her mouth then closed it again. That's what she would have taken home from two shifts at the cafeteria. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even seen a fifty. Who was the president on it anyway? She turned the bill over. Ulysses S. Grant. Why not?

After Vanessa dropped her off, Terry went up to her room. Her roommate was still out and she had the place to herself. She took her clothes off and stood naked in front of the mirror on her closet door. She couldn't get the evening's events out of her mind. What was it about her that got Jeff so excited? She was fairly athletic; her body was lithe, definitely slimmer than Vanessa's. Some guys liked that, she supposed. Her breasts were smaller, too, but firm and slightly pointed. That was a little unusual, she knew. Her nipples were small and pink – they went with her fair complexion and her shoulder-length strawberry blond hair. And she was younger than Vanessa, barely nineteen to Vanessa's twenty-four or twenty-five. Maybe that made a difference.

Terry's hand strayed down between her legs, through the sparse triangle of reddish pubic hair. Her lips were still swollen from the evening's stimulation. She ran her fingers along them as she thought about Jeff. Her memories of him were vague. What color were his eyes? How tall was he? She wasn't quite sure. But she remembered his cock, every thick, veiny inch of it. She slid her fingers inside herself and shivered as the rest of the man faded away.

Vanessa got directions on her cell phone as they drove. A few minutes later they pulled into the lot of an upscale hotel north of town. Vanessa got out carrying her purse and a small shopping bag. They walked through the lobby as if they owned the place. The hotel was quiet and didn't run into anyone on the way up. Vanessa knocked on the door to number 412. It opened and they walked in. The place was elegantly furnished – lots of chrome and blond wood. Terry had to admit that it was a lot nicer than her dorm.

The man who let them in was trim and dapper. He had thinning dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He was in his late forties or early fifties, she estimated, not too tall and sort of Latin-looking. Maybe Italian or Spanish. The man was wearing a bathrobe and had evidently just showered. A thoughtful touch, Terry decided. He introduced himself as Paul. He offered them drinks from the little refrigerator in one corner of the room. Vanessa accepted a vodka and OJ; Terry just took some sparkling water. She didn't want her thinking clouded even a little.

Vanessa sat down and asked Paul how his day had been. It seemed he was on a business trip and only visited every few weeks. Terry sat quietly and observed. She was curious as to how this game was played. Paul surprised Terry by asking her what she was studying. It was almost a normal conversation, like one she might have had with a friend of her parents.

After a few minutes Vanessa put down her glass, took Terry's hand and headed for the bathroom. Once inside she handed the shopping bag to Terry.

"I got you some lingerie. You really need to be wearing something more interesting when the clothes start coming off."

"Vanessa!"

"Don't worry, it's tasteful. It isn't anything you'll be embarrassed to be seen in."

Terry looked into the bag dubiously. Inside were a simple lavender thong and a very sheer matching bra. "Okay," she said. "But I'm putting my clothes back on over them."

"That's fine," said Vanessa, getting undressed herself. 

Terry shed her skirt and blouse (short sleeves this time, so she wouldn't run into the sweater problem), then her underwear. Pushing down her panties she bumped into Vanessa in the tight quarters. Bare butt met bare butt and they both giggled.

"Paul would have enjoyed that," Vanessa whispered. She gave Terry another bump. It was a pleasant sensation, firm but plush. "Go on, put on the undies. I had to guess your size."

Terry modeled them once they were on, spinning in front of the mirror. The bra barely hid anything. She'd have to keep her shirt on this time. Too bad. She kind of liked the way she looked.

"Thanks," Terry said. "That was really nice of you."

Vanessa smiled, looking her up and down. "I wish my ass was that tight," she said a bit wistfully. She had a thong on as well and a flimsy camisole, something blue and lacy this time. Terry put on her skirt and blouse, tied her hair in a short pony-tail, and they headed back out.

Paul was lying face down on the bed. Terry was surprised and a bit disappointed to see that he was still wearing his boxers. If he was equally disappointed to see her fully dressed he didn't say so. Vanessa got out her oil and started on Paul's legs. He was very tan and less hirsute than Jeff.

When it was time to do his back, Paul said: "Sit across me." Vanessa obliged, straddling the tops of his thighs, her crotch pressed down against his butt. Terry felt a twinge between her legs as Vanessa's hands moved sensuously up and down Paul's body.

"Very nice," Paul said after a few minutes. "But perhaps your friend would like to take a turn?"

Vanessa hopped off and motioned to Terry. Terry was expecting the invitation this time; but, even so, she found herself frozen. It's only a back rub, she repeated to herself; until, without really thinking it through, she swung her leg awkwardly over Paul and tried to put one knee down on either side of him. It didn't work out quite as planned. Her jeans skirt was too tight to allow her to straddle him properly. She felt flustered, not sure what to do next. Finally, annoyed with herself, she hiked her skirt up to her hips. When she finally settled down, her bare ass cheeks were in direct contact with his shorts. The warmth of his skin flowed through the wisps of cloth directly onto her pussy lips. Her breath caught in her throat, and it was a few seconds before she could concentrate on the massage. Paul appreciated the situation fully, and he wriggled beneath her, mashing their bodies together with each of her strokes. Terry felt herself flush.

After a few minutes, much to Terry's relief, Vanessa said: "Ready to turn over?" Terry disengaged herself and Paul rolled onto his back. Vanessa lifted her camisole over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts, and began to run her fingers over Paul's chest. Paul didn't waste any time. He reached for her breasts and began to fondle them roughly, pressing them back against her chest and pinching her dark nipples. There was nothing polite in his groping; it was raw sexuality. Suddenly he turned towards Terry.

"Your turn my dear."

Terry put her hand to her mouth. "Didn't you tell him?"

"I told him that is was up to you how much you'd do."

"At least take off your blouse," Paul suggested, soothingly. "I want to see what you look like."

Terry put her hand down, feeling stupid. She'd taken her shirt off the last time and it hadn't been a big deal. And it seemed to be expected. She opened one button then another, until her blouse fell open. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide onto the bed. She felt the room's cool air on her nipples, and they started to harden. The sheer bra made her feel very exposed.

Paul smiled at her. "Very pretty." He turned back to Vanessa and drew her body closer. His tongue darted out to tickle one nipple. His hand slid down to cup one of Vanessa's buttocks. Terry could see his cock start to push up against the front of his shorts. Paul's hand moved along Vanessa's ass, stroking it. Then one finger slid beneath the thin strap of her thong and into the dark crevice between her cheeks. Terry swallowed hard.

Vanessa's hips began to move rhythmically against his fingers. Paul's other hand reached for Terry. Her skirt was still up around her hips, and the hand made contact with her bare thigh. The warmth of the touch seemed to put her into a trance. She wanted to push his hand away, but all she could do was watch it move along the length of her leg and come to rest on her hip. What would she do if he tried to put his fingers inside her panties? She'd just get up, she decided. Probably.

Paul moved his head away from Vanessa's tits and looked straight into her dark eyes. "Suck it," he said.

Vanessa sat up and reached for the waistband of his shorts. She slid them down until his cock popped free. It was already quite hard. It was a serviceable enough cock, Terry decided, putting her newly-acquired knowledge to use, but not quite as big as Jeff's. And there was something odd about the head; it was very smooth and round. Uncircumcised, Terry realized. She'd never seen one like it before. For a moment it distracted her from the significance of Paul's request. Then it hit her. Oh my god, she thought.

Vanessa held the end of his hard-on gently. "Is it worth an extra $100 to you?" she asked, giving it a squeeze.

Paul inhaled sharply. "You have me at a bit of a disadvantage in this negotiation."

Vanessa giggled. "That's the idea, big boy."

He nodded towards Terry. "Maybe if she takes off her top."

Oh, no, Terry thought. This is all happening way too fast. And yet she had to wonder why it even mattered to him. The bra was almost invisible anyway. How much difference would it really make? And everybody else was naked now. She felt just a bit... what? Overly prim and proper, not really a part of the scene. 

She gave Paul and Vanessa her best self-confident smile and reached around to unhook the bra. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and let it slide off. Her first instinct was to cross her arms in front of herself. But then she thought: I'm not ashamed, and she sat up a little straighter.

"Lovely," Paul said, smiling and staring openly at her. Vanessa was looking too. Terry's nipples hardened a bit more as they watched. Paul turned back to Vanessa. "Ready my dear?"

Vanessa smiled and leaned over. She rubbed her cheek along the length of Paul's cock, drawing a contented sigh from him. Then her tongue followed the same path down the shaft and swirled around the tip.

Terry was in a daze, unable to believe what she was seeing. Vanessa was really going down on him! She felt the familiar warmth between her legs. Vanessa leaned closer and took the tip of his cock inside her mouth. Terry's breathing deepened. She hadn't seen anything like this outside of porno videos. Which was probably where Vanessa had learned her technique. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. Her lips began to bob up and down, sometimes sliding all the way off so that she could give the tip of his cock a gentle lick. Terry felt hypnotized by the rhythm.

Paul closed his eyes and murmured something Terry couldn't make out. One of his hands moved up to stroke Vanessa's back. His other hand found Terry's leg again. She felt a twinge deep inside her pussy. She knew she must be getting really wet. That might get embarrassing given the sheerness of the panties she was wearing. Still, she didn't remove his hand, even when he started to stroke her thigh in time with Vanessa's sucking.

Vanessa looked up at Terry. A delicate flush had started at Vanessa's neck and went down to the tops of her breasts. "Want to give it a try?" she asked.

Even in her slightly dazed state, Terry had seen that one coming. But she still had no idea what to say. Paul's cock, free of Vanessa's attentions, stood up, glistening, almost vibrating with excitement. Morality aside, Terry just didn't think she could match Vanessa's technique. Her few attempts at oral sex with previous boyfriends hadn't gone well at all.

"No," she said, a bit regretfully. "Not now."

Paul moved his index finger in circles on her thigh. "Perhaps you could lick my nipples instead." 

Terry exhaled, almost giddy with relief. That was just kinky enough not to be intimidating. "Sure," she said, squirming around trying to get into a position similar to Vanessa's. But, even hiked up, her stiff denim skirt made it uncomfortable. She stood up, unzipped the skirt and slid it off. That felt better.

Paul smiled and gave her an admiring glance from head to toe. No one had ever looked at her like that, she thought. So appreciative, so obviously excited by her. She felt oddly pleased. So maybe it was only old guys like Paul and Jeff who dug her. But it was better than nothing – a lot better.

She crawled back onto the bed and ran her fingers over Paul's smooth chest. She decided that she preferred Jeff's hairy one, but at least Paul had good muscle definition. He obviously kept himself in shape. There was a clear tan line at his waist. The contrast between the area normally covered by a swimsuit and the rest of him was pretty major. Terry thought it was kind of sexy.

Vanessa was attacking Paul's cock again, licking his shaft and making little circles around the opening at the tip with her tongue. Terry leaned over and kissed Paul's chest. She moved to one nipple and flicked it with her tongue. There was a slight salty taste, barely noticeable. She licked around the nipple and felt it harden. Wow, she thought, I did that. She did the same thing with the other one and then wasn't sure what to do next. She tried moving down his body, kissing him every couple of inches. Paul seemed to like that, but after a few kisses she found herself nose-to-nose with Vanessa, who was energetically licking Paul's scrotum. At a loss for ideas again, Terry blew lightly on the tip of his cock. It quivered and Paul drew in his breath audibly. Both she and Vanessa giggled.

Terry moved back up to Paul's nipples and sucked one of them into her mouth experimentally. Paul had his hand on her leg again. As she worked on him with her mouth the hand moved higher. Soon it was on her hip.

"Bite it," Paul said to her. "Very lightly."

His nipple was erect enough to make it possible. But she hadn't ever done anything quite like that before. It sounded risky. She tried just touching the nipple with her teeth.

"A little harder," Paul said breathlessly. He had his hand on Terry's buttock now, quite exposed thanks to the thong. He caressed it gently. It felt very nice, and she didn't try to wriggle away. She brought her teeth together until she felt a little resistance. Paul inhaled, and his hand squeezed hard on her buttock. A little jolt ran through her. Her pussy was really wet now, no doubt about it.

Then Vanessa was whispering something in Terry's ear. It took her a moment for her to come to her senses, to focus on what Vanessa was telling her. But when she finally looked up, Vanessa was gone, on her way to the bathroom. She was alone with Paul for the first time.

Terry took a deep breath. Now what? She decided she should probably just keep going. She moved her lips over to his other nipple. She gave it a slightly harder nip then worked her way southwards, scraping her teeth along his smooth flesh. She ended up face-to-face with his cock sooner than she expected (had it grown since her last visit?) She wasn't sure what to do. It was a good bet that he didn't want that part of him bitten. She compromised by flicking the tip with her tongue.

"You're such a tease," Paul said a bit breathlessly. "Maybe you could just put your lips around the head?"

At least he was telling her what he wanted – not leaving her to guess like her boyfriends always had. She licked her lips and lowered them tentatively over the end of his penis, surrounding the last inch or so of it. The sensation was odd and exciting. She could actually feel the blood pumping under the warm skin. And she could taste it – sweet and salty. As she savored the sensations, a gently insistent force urged her head downward. His hand was pressing the back of her head, she realized. Her lips slid frictionlessly down another inch. The pressure on her head eased and her lips moved back up, almost automatically. Then the pressure was back. He seemed to know when to stop pushing – she never felt as if she needed to gag. The first three or four inches of his cock went in and out of her mouth, gradually at first, then faster as she responded unthinkingly to the pressure of his hand.

Then abruptly the pressure was gone. She popped up into a kneeling position, her face flushed. Vanessa stood on the other side of the bed with a wry smile on her face and a foil packet in her hand. She'd lost her panties, and Terry couldn't help noticing that her pussy was completely devoid of pubic hair. Her lips stood out prominently, a little swollen and glistening with moisture. Terry just stared.

Vanessa ripped open the package, took out a pink condom, and slipped it expertly over Paul's cock.

Oh my god, Terry thought. They're going to do it!

Vanessa stretched herself out languidly on the bed, one knee raised. Paul rolled onto one side to face her, his back to Terry. She felt just a bit miffed that a guy she'd just been blowing would so suddenly decide to ignore her. On the other hand, it gave her a minute to get herself back under control.

Paul ran his hand lightly along Vanessa's body, passing over one breast and finally coming to rest on her pussy. One finger moved between her moist lips and began stroking her. When his finger came out, it was glistening, and Terry could smell Vanessa's scent strongly. Vanessa spread her legs farther apart to give him easier access. She closed her eyes and began moving her hips gently against his finger. Abruptly, Paul stopped. 

"Ready?" he asked.

Vanessa just smiled and gave Paul's cock a squeeze. He crawled over her and positioned himself in the push-up position, looking straight into Vanessa's eyes. Terry put her hand to her mouth. The tip of Paul's cock was right there, ready to bury itself inside her pussy. Her juices already moistened the tip of the condom. 

Okay, Terry thought. It's definitely time to go. She started to get up, but the scene in front of her cast a spell she couldn't shake off. She hadn't ever seen two people fuck before. And they certainly weren't paying any attention to her. Maybe she could learn something.




After School



Vanessa pulled her legs back and spread her silky thighs. One knee almost touched Terry. Then Paul was lowering his body. His cock gradually, insistently pushed Vanessa's pussy lips apart until the tip disappeared into the dark furrow between them. Vanessa closed her eyes and gripped Paul's arms hard. She made a low moan as Paul's cock sank in another inch. He pulled back out for a second then slid farther in. He was breathing hard and his gaze was fixed on the point where the two of them came together. Vanessa tilted her hips upward. 

"Come on," Vanessa said. "Deeper."

Paul pushed down again until he was all the way in. They held that position for a moment, grinding into each other; then Paul began moving in and out of her with long, fluid strokes. 

Terry hugged herself. Her arousal was almost a physical pain between her legs. Should she be doing anything, she wondered? Encouraging them? Well, that didn't seem necessary. Touching Paul somewhere?

"Harder," Vanessa said, breathlessly. "Yes, like that!"

Paul began to thrust furiously. Vanessa arched her back, and her tits heaved up and down with each stroke. Did that hurt, Terry wondered? Their hips smacked wetly together, and Terry saw Vanessa's face suddenly tense. Her fingernails dig into Paul's arms. She made a little cry deep in her throat and wrapped her legs tightly around Paul's butt. He stopped moving until Vanessa exhaled slowly and relaxed, letting go of his arms.

"You made me cum," Vanessa said in a quiet little-girl voice.

Slowly, Paul pulled all the way out and sat up on his knees, drinking in the sight of the naked, disheveled Vanessa, her legs spread, dark hair fanned out beneath her head, drops of sweat clinging to her chest. His cock stood straight out, fully engorged, quivering with excitement. Terry felt an almost magnetic pull towards it.

"Roll over," Paul said.

Vanessa obliged, flipping over onto her stomach then getting up onto her knees. Her smooth butt swayed slowly just inches from Paul's cock. Her pussy lips were perfectly framed between her ass cheeks, glistening with moisture.

For the first time, Paul looked over at Terry, smiling almost wickedly. For a horrified moment, Terry thought he was going to ask her to get down on all fours next to Vanessa. Instead, still looking at Terry, he nestled his cock head into the opening of Vanessa's pussy and shoved it in ball-deep. Vanessa made a little whimper. When he pulled out, slick wetness coated his cock's full length.

Terry gasped. Still sliding in and out of Vanessa's dripping pussy, Paul reached out and caressed one of Terry's breasts. A finger brushed across her nipple, and a bolt of electricity seemed to spark straight down to her pussy. He started to move his hand across her stomach, dipping into her belly button, then down further. He touched the hem of her thong. Terry held her breath. Was he going to put it inside?

Terry felt herself losing control. She reached over with one hand and put it on one of Paul's buttocks, dug her fingernails into his hot skin. Maybe that would... what? Encourage him? Is that what she wanted? But it seemed to have a different effect. Paul grabbed both of Vanessa's hips and pulled her towards him fiercely. Terry watched in fascination as their wet bodies pounded together, both of them making low grunts with each stroke. How much longer could they keep that up?

Not long, apparently. A moment later Paul's thrusts became even more frantic, his breathing ragged. He mashed his hips against Vanessa's and arched his back. Spasms wracked his body. Vanessa sighed deeply and let her face fall forwards onto the covers. Paul held her tight for a minute then slowly pulled out. Vanessa collapsed onto the bed, leaving Paul on his knees with his cock sticking out and slowly deflating. The tip of the condom seemed remarkably full.

Terry, still kneeling beside Paul, decided that it would be a good time to leave. She got shakily off the bed, wondering what to do next. Paul and Vanessa seemed to be in their own little worlds. She picked up her clothes and wandered towards the bathroom, her head still buzzing. A shower certainly seemed in order. When Vanessa didn't show up right away, Terry turned on the water in the snazzy glass shower stall. When the temperature was right she stepped out of her thong and under the hot spray.

Her head was just starting to clear when she heard someone else moving around in the bathroom. The glass was steamed up enough that she didn't notice immediately that it was Paul. Terry froze. She wasn't quite sure whether to ignore him or shoo him out until she was dressed. It was his hotel room, after all. She wasn't sure of the proper etiquette.

Paul, still naked, slid the door open and stepped into the stall.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

The question caught her off guard. She was nude, she realized. At least she'd had the thong on before; even if the protection it afforded was largely symbolic. She turned her back modestly. "Ah, okay," she said, flustered.

"Great. Can I have the soap please?"

"Oh. Sure." She handed it to him, having to turn partly around to do so, and felt her slippery shoulder rub his chest. Paul had shed his condom at some point, and the first thing he did was to wash his cock. Terry watched discreetly over her shoulder. She had never seen a man do that. The ache in her pussy throbbed a bit harder.

"Would you like me to soap your back?" he asked.

She nodded. "That would be nice."

He slid the small hotel soap cake between her shoulder blades and down to the small of her back. He used his hands to rub the slick film of soap over her ass cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs. Without thinking, Terry separated her legs a little to give him better access to her pussy. But he didn't take the hint. Instead, he pressed his body against her back and moved his hands around to her stomach. One hand wrapped around her; the other moved up towards her breasts.

Now was the time to push his hands away, she thought, before he gets the wrong idea. His hand reached one nipple and gave it a light pinch. She made a high-pitched sound and pressed back against him. His flaccid cock was wedged into the space between her cheeks. Her pussy throbbed, blotting out all rational thought. If only the cock would come back to life! It was right there. All he needed to do was push it forward a few inches. What was wrong with him? She sighed. What was wrong, of course, was that he was fifty years old. 

But his hand continued to tease her nipples. She felt helpless, barely able to think. Paul took her shoulders and turned her around until they were facing each other. She closed her eyes and let his hands play over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Every nerve in her body was on overload. Finally, when she thought he would never get there, his hand moved into the triangle of damp pubic hair and caressed her soft mound. He extended an index finger and ran it along one pussy lip, then the other. Her legs suddenly went wobbly. She put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

The index finger explored her lips unhurriedly then slipped inside. Her pussy contracted around it, trying to suck it in deeper. The finger moved insistently, probing, pressing, stroking. After a breathless moment it made contact with the throbbing bud of her clitoris.

He'd found it! Her last boyfriend had gone the entire length of their relationship without ever figuring out where it was. Terry saw stars. "Yes... yes... "

She wrapped her arms around him and sunk her face into the hollow of his shoulder. His finger kept rubbing relentlessly against her clit. She lost all sense of the sequence of events. All she knew was that one of his hands was inside her and the other was around her ass, pulling their bodies together as the warm water splashed against her back and her hair. One orgasm followed another until she almost lost consciousness.

At some point she reached down and took Paul's cock in her hand. It was still soft. Maybe if she kneeled down and took it in her mouth? But then his fingers were moving deep inside her again and all her other thoughts evaporated.

After a very long time Paul removed his hand and stepped away. He waited until she caught her breath. "I think Vanessa is getting impatient," he said. "Perhaps we should give her a turn in the shower."

Terry looked up. A cross-looking and very naked Vanessa was standing outside the shower stall with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot insistently.

Vanessa didn't call again until four days later. Terry had begun to wonder if Vanessa was upset with her, if she had crossed some sort of line with Paul in the shower. She still shivered a bit when she thought about that. She played the afternoon over and over in her head, its events vivid even if she couldn't quite put them in chronological order. But Vanessa wasn't angry; she had just been busy with some sort of research project.

"Hey, Terry," she asked. "Can you fill in for me tomorrow?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you remember Jeff, the first guy that we did? We're supposed to see him on Thursday, but I'm stuck doing this project. I was hoping you could take him by yourself."

"Wow, Vanessa. I don't know. There's all that stuff you know about – the oil, the massaging..."

Vanessa laughed. "I'll give you some oil, and you can fake the massage. Just do what we did last time. Strip down to your panties, though. He'll expect that. He pays $150 for a hand job. I want $50. You keep the rest, all right?"

Terry took a deep breath. Vanessa made it sound so straight-forward, so business-like. But it was all happening too quickly again.

"Terry?"

She let her breath out slowly. "Sure. What time?"

Terry took a cab to the motel, the same one as the first time, and knocked on number 141. Jeff opened the door and invited her in. The room number was different, but the layout and the furnishings were exactly the same. Jeff was wearing what looked like a linen suit. Very chic. Had he dressed up for her? 

He smiled shyly. "I'm glad you could make it, Terry. Please sit down."

She wasn't sure what to say to him. Asking about his family seemed like a bad idea. Or where he worked. She tried something safe. "You look very elegant this evening. Do you have plans for later on?"

"Well, nothing very interesting. Just a reception downtown for some clients."

It sounded more interesting than most of her evenings – although this one was likely to be an exception. She managed to find out that he was a consulting engineer and that he was headed to Paris for a meeting in a few days. She was tempted to ask him if he needed someone to help carry his bags.

"Bring me back some lingerie," she said, smiling innocently.

That caught him off-guard. His mouth opened but nothing came out.

"Want me to show you what I bought since I saw you last?" Terry asked.

Jeff raised his eyebrows. Terry picked up her bag and headed for the bathroom. She closed the door and took a deep breath. Okay, the easy part was over. Now she had to be sexy and sure of herself, in control. She didn't feel any of those things. How had she gotten herself into this situation? It was easy enough when Vanessa was around. Terry could just play along, knowing that she could always just walk out if she felt uncomfortable.

Time was passing. She had to do something. Well, one step at a time; and the first one was simple enough. She took off her street clothes, folded them with exaggerated care. Terry's recent influx of cash had allowed her to indulge a new-found taste for sexy underthings. She tried on a couple of outfits before settling on a white satin thong and matching bra. Then she nodded nervously to the nearly nude girl in the mirror and walked back into the bedroom.

Jeff was lying face down on the bed, naked. Hearing her footsteps he turned to look at her. His eyes traveled up and down the length of her body. His breath caught in his throat.

"Terry, you look fantastic," he said.

She smiled, flattered by his obvious sincerity. She turned slowly, letting him admire her rear. Jeff let out a low whistle. And Terry's jitters vanished. She was in complete control of this peculiar little scene. 

She plopped herself down on the bed and dribbled massage oil on his back. Why work from an awkward angle, she thought? She swung one bare thigh across his body and sat down on his butt. His skin was burning hot where it met hers. Was that normal? She rubbed herself back and forth a little to settle in, then dug her palms into his back. After a few minutes of that, she moved back off his legs and started to work on his buttocks. She didn't bother with any massage technique. She just ran her hands over his firm cheeks and down into the crevice between his upper thighs. Jeff wiggled against her hands and made contented noises.

"Okay, time to roll over." Terry had been looking forward to this. She felt a little twinge as the hairy chest came into view. And the big cock. It was already very hard. She wondered if it had been uncomfortable to lie on. She caught herself staring and shook her head. Stay professional, she thought. She swung herself back over him, straddling his thighs just below his balls.

Jeff moved his hands tentatively along her thighs and up to her hips. She loved the warm contact of his fingers, and she smiled down at him. He smiled back, but then his gaze drifted down to her tits. She felt his eyes peeling away the sheer bra, half seeing, half imagining the shape of her breasts, the color of her aureoles and nipples.

Time to give him a treat. She reached behind her and undid the catch on her bra. She shrugged out of one shoulder strap, then the other. She smiled, teasing him for a minute. Jeff's mouth hung open, every bit of his attention focused on the little bits of cloth she held precariously in place with her arms. Finally, she let the bra drop and tossed it onto the floor. On a whim, she undid her hair band and shook her hair loose.

Jeff lay stunned for a minute. Terry couldn't help giggling. He was at a loss for words, but that didn't stop him from moving his hands up along her stomach, higher and higher, until they covered her breasts.

Terry wasn't quite ready for that. She hadn't thought past the tease. His fingers brushed her nipples gently. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits harder against his hands. His touch was almost reverent, and she couldn't help responding to it. Her nipples began to harden as he explored them with his fingertips. Terry felt a warm trickle start between her legs. Maybe keeping her panties on wasn't such a good idea. They'd be a mess before long. But she stopped herself -- she didn't want to give Jeff the wrong idea. Who knew where his hands might end up? Instead she reached down and started to stroke his cock. Jeff groaned, and his hands moved more urgently against her breasts.

A few more minutes of this, Terry thought, and it's going to be over. Was that what she really wanted? She wasn't sure. They'd only been at it a few minutes. If nothing else, he deserved a bit more for his money. She sat up and wriggled forward until she was sitting on his hip bones and his cock was snugged up against the crack of her ass. She leaned over to put her tits within tongue distance. Jeff got the idea right away. He began by nuzzling one breast with his cheek and his eyelids. Terry had never felt anything like it. She leaned down a little farther. Now he licked around one nipple until she had to close her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. Then her whole breast was inside his mouth and he was sucking on it eagerly. Terry felt sparks race down her body until her pussy tingled.

Jeff ran his hands down to her waist and over her hips. As his tongue swirled around an erect nipple, one hand slid along the narrow waist-band of her thong. Terry's breath caught in her throat. This was more than she'd bargained for. What should she do? He would stop if she pushed his hand away; she was sure of that. But she'd let Paul touch her there, and she didn't like him nearly as much as she liked Jeff. 

While she debated, her body made up its mind for her. Her hips lifted up, giving Jeff easier access to the area between her legs. Suddenly his hand was inside her panties, brushing her downy pubic hair, pressing against her mound. She wriggled against him, pushing him nearer her moist places. A finger extended, exploring her outer folds, then slipped inside, feeling her slickness and inviting warmth. It sank deeper then made a long, wet stroke against her clit.

"Ahhh..." Terry moaned, more loudly than she'd intended to. Jeff was still licking her nipple, and the two sensations combined to drive her right to the edge. She slid her butt against his cock and felt sticky moisture seep from the tip and leave a trail on her skin. Her hands roamed over his chest, luxuriating in the coarse, dark hair.

Where was this going? Who was this naked guy her father's age underneath her, licking and touching her secret places? She looked down at him, at his dark, disheveled hair. Did it matter who he was? She didn't have to worry about running into him at her dorm or sitting next to him in English Lit. She didn't need to bring him home to meet her parents. The truth was that she could do whatever she wanted with him, and no one would know, no one would care. 

And, right now, what she wanted more than anything else was to have that big, fat cock buried as deep inside her as it would go.

She smiled and gently disengaged herself from Jeff's hands and tongue and lay down alongside him. She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered: "For another $100 you can fuck me." 

Jeff's breathing stopped completely, and his eyes turned glassy. She could tell he was trying to talk but failing completely. In the end he just nodded. Terry kissed him lightly on the cheek and gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Good. I'll be right back."

She got up, went to the bathroom and dug through her purse until she found a condom. It had been waiting there since the beginning of the school year. When she bought it she certainly hadn't anticipated using it under these circumstances. But then, she thought, unexpected turns were what kept life interesting.

Terry put the condom on the nightstand. She wasn't quite ready for it. While Jeff watched with silent appreciation, Terry shimmied out of her thong and stood by the side of the bed. She wasn't really an exhibitionist, but this was kind of fun. The cool air felt delicious on her pussy.

Looking at her, Jeff's hard-on grew prodigiously and throbbed with his need. She crawled back onto the bed and bent down until her lips brushed against its head. She stuck out her tongue and licked up a sticky drop of pre-cum. Jeff gasped. She gave him a long swipe down the side of the shaft then licked around the tip. Could she get the whole head inside her mouth, she wondered? She opened wide and was a little disappointed to find that it fit easily. All right, it wasn't that big. But she loved the way it felt -- warm and silky and very firm. She bobbed up and down slowly, letting her tongue get in the act, coating the tip generously with spit.

Jeff grunted with each stroke and his hips bucked up to meet her mouth. His hands began to paw her body. One hand cupped a breast then moved down lower. She scooted around to give him better access. His fingers moved clumsily along her pussy lips. Terry wriggled desperately against his fingertips until one of them was back in contact with her clit. She gasped. The sensations were just too strong. She pulled her mouth away from his cock, afraid that she might lose control and be too rough with it. Jeff pulled his hand away and they looked at each other, both breathing hard.

"Okay," Terry said. She ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto Jeff's cock. It didn't reach all the way down the shaft. Did that matter? Never mind, she thought. It'll have to do. She straddled him and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy. Jeff ran his hands along her thighs, waiting for her, barely in control.




After School



"Come on in, Peter." Laura Rogers said with a big smile, "How was school today, dear?"

"Pretty good, Mrs. Rogers." Peter replied quickly, "I was so excited about our session this week, so my mind wasn't on my studies today. I did what you asked, and waited all week."

"How sweet of you." Laura answered while kissing the young lad on the cheek. "Lets go inside I have some cookies and milk." Laura cooed wrapping her arm around him, "I've been thinking of you all week myself. I have a special surprise for you today." 

"I want smokes and beer. Is it smokes and beer?" Peter blurted out sarcastically. 

"Those aren't good for you. They'll stunt your growth, make you stink, and make you sick." Laura laughed playing along.

"Smokes and beers, smokes and beers. That's what they say. All the guys smoke and drink so do most of the girls." Peter mocked in a disgusting tone bobbing his fist up and down in the air in a masturbatory gesture.

"Have you ever seen any of the other 'Guys' over here?" Laura commented pointedly

"No! I'm glad too! I like you Laura I pretend that I'm the only one, but I know that you have other friends and I want you to know that that is okay. I like spending time here. Those other boys are going to have trouble later on aren't they?" Peter asked as he salaciously looked at Laura.

"Oh how sweet you are, thank you." Laura acknowledged then cautioned, "Don't let the others taunt you into their bad habits; and yes they are going to have trouble later on." And then with a wet grin beaming purred, "I wish I had a camera so I could capture that look on your face." Her voice trailed off with a quiet twitter. 

Her comment though he know it was kind made him fidget around and lose his precious smile. "I won't; I know it's bad, plus it's really expensive." Peter assured as he nuzzled Laura's arm.

"Hey you want to go out to the backyard it's sunny?" Laura tempted.

"Yea sounds good your cookies are good, but all I really want is ice water, it's hot, and I'm thirsty." He said staring out the window.

"Peter is something wrong?" Laura asked concerned at the distance in his voice.

"Well yes and no. I've thought of nothing else all week long, and all we are doing is talking about cookies, smokes, and ice water." His voice trembling slightly, then demanding, "Look at my pant leg I've soaked it, and my dick is so hard it hurts." As he stood back from the window Laura could see a tent like bulge at the crotch of his jeans, as well as a big dark wet spot around the tent and a streak running down just passed his knee.

"Oh honey! You poor boy come over here let Mama Rodgers kiss it and make it all feel better." Laura cajoled warmly holding her arms open bidding him to walk closer with a broad smile beaming from her face, "Now be a good boy, and let me have your hard cock." Laura sang as she hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them and Peter's soaking boxer shorts down around is ankles, his hard penis bounced free from its cotton prison, flinging a long stringer of precum onto Laura's face. "My, my, Peter." Laura noted excitedly and with a very husky voice observed, "You do have a soaking penis but a hard one at that."

"Yea its been oozing since I knocked on your door." Peter purred as he stepped closer to Laura he stumbled slightly as he kicked his clothes across the room. She pulled a pillow from the couch and put it under her knees.

"I could suck you for hours." Laura said eagerly, wrapping her hand around the base of his ridged penis, and sniffed at it's wet slippery head. As she squeezed the base of his shaft a long stringer of precum stretched down to her tongue. Peter reeled and gasped as Laura gave his gland a firm-sucking kiss while milking the length of his shaft.

"Oh...! God...! Thank you Laura." the young Peter crooned thickly as the forty-ish teacher gently stroked his rapidly throbbing erection, "Ar...are you going to suck me off now?" asked Pete as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Do you want me to?" she asked softly, as another long drop of precum stretched and hung from the end of his big hard cock.

"Oh yes, please." he pleadingly asked and moaning added, "It has been so long I feel, I'm going to burst!"

While still masturbating him slowly she sucked the drop into her mouth then asked, "Tell me, Peter, how often did you masturbate before you met me? I'm sure a horny young man like you gave that hard young cock all of attention it demanded."

"Oh, yes." he groaned, as Laura squeezed and stroked Peter's shaft and gland suckling on each testicle in turn, "I did it at least twice a day, sometimes three times a day; once in the morning before school, and at night after I went to bed." And with an impish smile beaming added, "Some times I might cum twice before I went to sleep." And after a long pause Peter embarrassingly added, "I used to jack-off in the shitters once in a while too." 

"Mmmmm, that sounds so sexy." Laura sighed, while squeezing and suckling his big gland, "Weren't you afraid of getting caught? What do you think about when you masturbate?"

"I usually think about some of the girls at school." Peter replied softly with a warm smile and then a look of concentration washed across his face, "Funny the fear of getting caught made me cum harder and faster."

"Any one special." Laura pressed and nosing further asked, "And could you see her face when you were cumming in the john?"

"Yes." Peter hissed dreamily and then his body tensed and he gripped Laura's hair.

"Be very still and breathe slowly and deeply." Laura coaxed, "What's her name?" she asked prying further without stimulating the near ready to explode member.

Peter squirmed as his muscles tensed and his voice caught in his throat from wanting and not wanting cum or to betray her name, "Uh... it it's Becky... Becky Gains." Pete moaned in surrender as the tensions grew, "Laura I am really close to cumming! The way you were squeezing the head of my penis felt 'sooo...!' goood...! It... It feels like my heart is beating in my balls." Peter's body was beginning to relax

"Have you ever taken her out?" Laura asked and her stimulation still on hold letting just let the turgid member throb in her mouth and hand.

"Oh, no." Peter answered quickly, "She'd never go out with me." And as his disappointment came into mind his taut shaft relaxed slightly.

"Why not?" Laura asked as she began massaging his scrotum, and started mouthing his gland again and between slurps remarked, "I'm sure if Becky ever saw your big cock, she would fall in love with you. I want you to close your eyes and think about Becky, I want you to pretend that she is the one putting your big hard cock into her mouth, and that it is her throat that will soon get soaked with your hot thick sperm."

"I suppose you are right...?! but can't I please...? Please I want to think of you? I like you, and it 'has...!' been you that has been drinking my cum these last few weeks." He cajoled then grabbed two handfuls of Laura's black hair and pulled her face to his curly hairs shoving his penis deep into Laura's throat.

"I'm sure if Becky had your dick cumming in her mouth she suck your cum down." Laura argued after catching her breath from a soft gag and cough.

"I don't know about that." he said doubtingly, as his penis turned semi-flaccid, "She looks and acts like she is afraid to get it on her face much less in her mouth."

"Do you know what Becky would do, if she were here right now?" Laura asked softly as she quickened her ministrations.

"No." he gasped nervously, "What would she do?"

"Well." Laura replied under her breath, "she'd do this." Laura dropped her head, and took all of Peter's cock into her warm wet mouth, pressing his testes to her chin with one hand and fingering his anus with the other while nuzzling his pubic hairs with her nose.

"Oh, God...! Yesss...!" He hissed through clenched teeth, "That feels incredible." As Laura swallowed the full length several times, and then suckled on the head as Peter's rigid shaft swelled and pulsed in her hands and then singing out added, "Oh...! Oh...! Right there...! Just under the head of my dick, oh yeah, right there, mmmmmmmm, Yesss...! Massage that thick skin!"

If there was one thing that Laura adored, it was having a young hard cock full of sperm, to suck and swallow, a cute teenage vagina full of nectar to suck on and drink was nice too. Peter had one big cock and sack full of testicles to match for his age, and he gave them to her eagerly. She had sucked the head enough to make his precum start to flow into her mouth, and she noisily swallowed every drop.

He wasn't physically imposing. He only weighed one hundred forty five pounds or so. Laura was fixated on his big hard dick she always measured her boys to see how they compared; and Peter had a thick, seven and half inch boner. It wasn't just the length and girth of his dick that put him in the top-ten list; or the size of his testicles, nor was it the copious amount of semen, but the explosiveness of his ejaculations. She had never seen another man cum as much or as powerfully as Peter did during orgasm; one time after having sex in bed she found a thick rope of semen oozing down the wall, she mused as she looked at it slowly sagging and thought it had to have landed there after he accidentally slipped out of her vagina. Even during a second orgasm, it would explode into her mouth faster than she could swallow or surge out and run down her thighs when it was inside her vagina. 

He was very highly sexed; it took three months of once a-day sessions, before Laura was finally able to suck him for extended periods of time, without peter ejaculating in the first few minutes. Although he gained a modicum of self-control, over these past months, he was still just a young man, as far as sex was concerned a very eager young man. Just then Laura felt his cock turn hot, and sperm oozed into her mouth. Then Peter's whole body stiffen, he exhaled loudly several times as explosive torrents of hot cum gushed into her mouth and down her throat. It squished out between her lips and Peter's pulsing shaft and spilled down Laura's chin and neck. Laura grunted softly as she greedily swallowed the hot copious surges of sperm, and slurping loudly as she gasped for air. When Peter finally stopped cumming Laura slid his full length deep into her throat and held it there until she needed to breathe.

"You did especially good for waiting a whole week." Laura cajoled, "How did that feel, Peter?" she asked softly then started suckling the head of his still erect penis.

"I saw stars." Peter excited exclaimed and then adding, "I thought my toes were going to burst, and that you were sucking my guts through my penis."

Laura purred contently, "I'm glad it took as long as it did. You taste wonderful." And then she sucked down another healthy post-climax, squirt, milking his shaft with the fingers of her right hand, massaging his scrotum with the other, and suckling with her mouth."

"Oh Laura." he panted, "You know just how to do me. I swear it feels like you're sucking my whole body, through my dick."

Chuckling softly under her breath, Laura asked softly, "Do you think I'm better than Becky?"

"No question about it she's just a nice fantasy, fantasy." he replied and then added, "She is nice and all and I like her even if she is afraid to get gooey. The tension began to grow anew. Peter looked down at Laura resting her forehead against his stomach and tenderly ran his fingers through her hair and whispered, "There is more cum in my penis, please milk it some more. "You know... Ooohh...! Yesssss...! That feels nice. You know we never made it out side." He moaned raspyly while his shaft was deep in Laura's throat and her nose in his curly hairs.

"Yea that is okay." Laura purred then placed Peter's turgid penis half way into her mouth, and with her lips she gripped it as tight as she could, as she encircled the base with her thumb and fore-finger of one hand, with the other she firmly squeezed both testes again, and then slid her thumb up the length of Peter's tube, and sucked his gland causing him to gasp loudly and his knees to quiver.

"I'm sure she is one of your fantasies, but she is very real too," replied Laura after swallowing more of Peter's sweet sperm, and then slithered on top of him and with hands free deftly slipped his hard member into her womb. "If she were here right now, what would you do to her?" Laura asked teasingly while stroking his hardening penis with her undulating body.

"I guess I'd slip my hard penis into her." Peter replied, as he pushed it deeper into Laura adding, "I'd love to get on top and just ride her hard!" and began to flail as he pumped feverishly into Laura's eagerly waiting vagina.

"Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful." Laura replied as her body responded to Peter's pistonning and as she started to buck into his thrusts asked, "Wouldn't you want to suck her sweet little pussy first, and taste her sweet juices? You do remember what we talked about how best to use your dick inside a woman?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember." he answered breathlessly, after a moment of thought, He said slyly, "I'll bet she does have, a sweet tasting, little pussy! Eee...! Ya eee...!" Peter sang out loudly as Laura's body coaxed him to another orgasm, panting for every breath Peter's body relaxed under Laura's slowing orgasmic dance.

"Yes... I do." came a voice from across the room cutting through the gasps of spent passion, "It's sweeter than any pussy you've ever dreamed of. I promise you that!"

Peter jerked his head around in surprise, wondering who, else was in the room. Much to his surprise and delight, there stood Becky Gains, with just her white cotton panties on! "What are you doing here, Becky?" Peter gasped and stuttered from the shock, and while his dick was still inside Laura's womb it turned hard as steel and pulsed to his heartbeat.

"I just wanted to see this super cock, for myself; the way Laura's been prattling on about it for the past month and a half, well I've dreamt of nothing else." Becky crooned, and as Peter stood Becky's eyes grew wide and blinked, a drool slipped passed her lip, as she spoke, "I can see, she hasn't been telling lies Laura has been teasing me about it every time she sucks my pussy." Becky paused to look at Peter with a beaming smile, and then gazed fixedly at his erect penis watching a stringer of sperm form and stretch from it's flared head, and at the base of the shaft and his huge shiny wet scrotum that held the eggs Laura cackled so about. Becky gasped as the stringer slipped into Laura's waiting mouth and with a loud exaggerated slurp it vanished.

Peter seemed, to be a bit tongue-tied but obviously primed for action, so Laura interjected, "Oh, don't let her intimidate you Peter, she's got this nasty habit of acting like a smart little bitch, but she begs for more when she gets her sweet little pussy sucked on and warmed up."

As the dazed look of surprise was replaced with a sly smile Peter sounding amazed said, "I would have never guessed you were into swinging Laura."

"I have a wide range of tastes; and my age has not effected my appetite, just my looks." Laura brayed as she looked at Becky she added, "its Becky that got surprised at how quickly she began to fawn for my ministrations but like me it takes a hard throbbing cock full of sperm to slake our thirst."

Becky took her place next to Laura smiled and cooed, "Au Laura you know you are still a very beautiful woman and right too there just isn't anything quite like a cock gushing sperm into my womb." and stuck out her tongue at Peter in a mock put down; and gave Laura an open mouthed kiss, suckling on both of Laura's lips and then sliding her tongue into her mouth sealing their lips for a long passionate kiss. When Becky finely looked up smiling she looked right at Peter's erection, bobbing up and down in perfect rhythm to his heartbeat, and his huge hairy sack swaying as he wriggled.

"See, what did I tell you." Laura exclaimed softly as she diddled with Becky's clitoris adding, "Just look at the incredible size of those balls, and the girth to his dick," and then teasingly added, "He came twice but he is ready to cum again." 

"Oh! My! God those are huge can I touch them, I want to touch and squeeze them?" Becky murmured, her eyes glistening and her breath, becoming louder, as she made glancing looks between Laura, Peter's face and his scrotum.

"You'll have to ask Peter." Laura whispered back to the now shivering eighteen years old.

"Please, Peter," she begged, as she fingered her clitoris too, "Can I hold them just for a minute?"

For the first time since Becky had sauntered into the room Peter realized that it was she who was in need not him; although he wanted to ride her and ride her hard, he knew instinctively she was his for the taking. So he motioned with his hand saying, "Sure, honey, go right ahead, be easy at first, and use both of your hands."

Gratefully Becky reached out, and caressed his hard cock, and testicles with her soft little hands, bringing a low moan from his throat, that turned into a full fledged groan as she squeezed his solid shaft sucked the big smooth head into her warm mouth, milking it with her hands as it slipped in and cooed as more of his post ejaculate spilled into her mouth.

"That's my girl." Laura said softly while sliding her hand into Becky's panties and fondling all of her sweet genitalia.

Becky's face turned a soft red as she looked on while Laura lifted up her dress, sliding her free hand into her own panties and started fingering her own hairy pussy, and cajoling musically said, "That's my good girl, suck him off, he just loves cumming in a mouth, oooohhhhh...! God, girl suck him all the way in! He'll cum for you Becky just milk those huge balls."

Peter had been sure that never in his life would he find a woman to compare with Laura. Much to his delight, the delicate little blonde was now using her smart mouth to swallow his throbbing penis, pushing it to the back of her throat and down. She was massaging his scrotum with one hand, milking his shaft with the free one, and exquisitely suckling his gland with her wonderful mouth. She was good but not Laura's equal, and in some ways better her throat was smaller, but Laura knew exactly how to make a man feel really good and cum. If this were a few months ago, Peter would have already blown his load, into her hot little mouth. Now he has, a little self-control, and plus Laura had already milked his seed twice.

He gently pulled Becky off his cock, and after giving her a lingering kiss, he sucked and bit both of her lips Peter quietly ordered, "Take her panties off Laura, I want to watch you suck on Becky's clitoris, and nibble on her sweet little pussy lip!" 

Laura slid Becky's panties down exposing her smooth bottom, kissed each cheek, looking at Peter and then slid them the rest of the way off, throwing them on Peter's face and he caught them with his teeth. Laura wrapped her arms around Becky and pulled her to the stool in front of her; Laura then parted Becky's thin pink labia with her finger and thumb and as she peeled back Becky's clitoral hood with her thumb she beckoned Peter to look, as he drew near to watch she sucked it into her mouth. Becky howled and groaned, her soft white skin turned red and bristled with goose flesh and turned slick with sweat. Becky entwined her fingers in Laura's long shiny black hair began to buck her hips into Laura's face grinding her vagina allover her face gasping, and groaning loudly. Becky's own face twisted as if from agony while her body flexed and unflexed from the raging orgasm racing throughout her body and then Becky swooned, her face turned soft, her groans turned to cooing and then silence.




After School



With a wave of her hand a nod from her head towards Becky's clitoris; "Quick!" Laura ordered, "You're going to miss her sweet love dew, I saved some for you."

Becky was almost hyperventilating as Peter put his mouth and suckled the sweet creamy fruits of her passion, and in an overt display of lewdness lying on her back cradled in Laura's arms her legs splayed widely as did her toes, with one leg held high another held low, her hips tilted upward in an open invitation, to Peter and Laura's hungry mouths and racing for another orgasm. The creamy beads clung to Laura's finger as she swished it over the bright red labia, and Peter joining in and licking them from the pliant folds with his tongue as Laura nibbled the soft flesh of Becky's thigh.

Laura running her fingers up, and down the length of Becky's genitalia covered by her downy hairs, opening her labia enough to see inside she whispered, "Jesus...! Peter...! She's about to come again! Just suckle on her clitoris like I told you."

Compared to Laura's huge raven black hair covered vagina, Becky's was small, tight, and pink and covered with blond downy hairs that barely had a single curl to them; though Laura's vagina was big she had perfect muscle control and could squeeze a persons baby finger and they both had just the right amount of plumpness, to drive a man crazy with lust!

"Keep sucking my pussy you bad boy," and added as she placed a hand on the back of Peter's head, "Laura has been teaching you what good pussy sucking is." She paused as she bit her lower lip and Becky's breath gust through her nose cried out "I'm close, I'm so close." Becky panted while running her hands all over her breasts and then over both of her lovers.

She was somehow in control, and out of control. For the time that was all right, cause both Peter and Laura were hungrily eating her sweet pussy cream. Becky's groaning moans filled the room as both lovers pleasured her with their tongues snaking out and into her vagina, on and around her hardened clitoris, while Laura licked and nibbled on her labia. Becky's body began lunging from another shattering and wet orgasm; her pussy juices squeezed onto their cheeks and chins, like a floodgate had opened. Both Laura and Peter slurped up and swallowed as much of Becky's creamy juices as they could. Soon Becky's gasping cries turned to urgent demands.

"Oh...! God, suck me!" she demanded while grabbing Peter by the back of the neck forcing his mouth harder onto her opened pussy, "Ohhhh, Peter, ohhhhhhhhhh...! God! Laura; don't stop." She gasped as her body undulated between Peter and Laura. She went silent as her body arched, legs lifted, and spread wide, and her toes splayed. As Becky lay there breathing heavily and running her hands over her body and gazing at Laura and Peter dreamily. 

Providing one climax with his mouth was a good start, as far as Peter was concerned. He looked at the two of them Laura was teasing Becky's hard nipples with one hand and kissing her ear, and swirling her fingers inside Becky's wet vaginal opening. Becky smiling dreamily still gulping each breath, Peter could see she was getting ready to cum again.

Laura looked at Peter smiling wetly, and whispered, "She may have just climaxed but she is ready to cum again so mount her Peter use your penis like I told you."

Peter slid quickly up covering her body with his kisses, while Laura reached for his cock, and rubbing it against Becky's clitoris until she started gasping loudly then guided it deftly into, Becky's hot, wet pussy. Peter drove it in, just past Becky's labia, and then worked his gland with short fast rhythmic pushes. With Laura's suckling Becky's earlobe and teasing her nipples and Peter's flared gland stretching her labia Becky reached one very wet orgasm. As she bucked and squirmed between them Peter felt Becky's vagina dilate and, hot juices squirt all over his seven and a half inch cock, and with several loud gasps her sweated body went limp again.

Peter knew; it was his turn now, and pushed until he achieved full penetration, with both of their pelvic bones were pressed together he took her upper lip and suckled it into his mouth. He put his full weight on Becky freeing up his hands. Peter searched for Laura's breast squeezing it firmly and kissed her warmly, then watched Becky's face, with his hard cock pressed deeply, into her groin. Peter gave a slow full-length slide burying it deep into her making her gasp loudly. He ground his pelvis against hers trying to get deeper. Peter started pistonning the full length his dick inside Becky's vagina. The hot little girl's thighs spread wide and her hips thrust upward to meet Peter's downward thrusts, in just moments Peter began to moan raspyly, and lunging without rhythm, as his sperm spewed into Becky's womb and squeeze past his shaft dripping onto Laura's black pubic hairs then silence. Both Becky, and Peter spent their youth-full lust together, and they rolled off Laura and the two of them lay there quietly.

Peter lay between Laura's legs resting his head on her breast and Becky was nuzzling Laura's neck and kissing her ear. Becky looked up with an impish grin and nudged Peter with her foot. When he looked up she motioned subtly with her head, grinning slyly from ear to ear. Peter knew what she was saying; it was time for them to give Laura a working over. Laura was gazing, with her eyes half closed, as she rubbed Peter and Becky's juices into her hairs while fingering her vagina. She didn't cum yet, but just the same Laura was in an orgasmic haze too, after helping the two young teenagers cum.

Becky slid her tongue over and under Laura's lips as she moved her sleek smooth body on top of her, and began squeezing Laura's large soft nipples turning them hard. All the while Peter was kissing and sucking the pliant skin on Laura's thigh, and working his way up to her raven-haired pussy, leaving large red hickeys at each stop. Her large meaty labia had turned bright red as they began to swell and fan out and Laura's thumb sized clitoris was now erect and pulsing. Her vagina had dilated to a roundish opening, and a shimmering thick cream slowly seeped out forming a glaze over her labia and black hairs. Laura's breasts heaved as she loudly gasped and her body arched as Peter sucked her clitoris into his mouth, and buried his face into her thick, long, black hairs. Becky muffled her moans with an open mouthed kiss, slathering her tongue inside Laura's mouth. Peter slid two fingers into her anus and swished his thumb over her labia. Both ministrations were quickening Laura to orgasm; her mature clitoris pulsing, legs fanning, and toes wriggling. Peter's thumb's rhythmic brushing her labia caused her abdomen to surge inward and then distend, her vaginal walls dilated. Laura shuddered and stiffened as her genitals erupted in a simultaneous explosion releasing a torrential flood of cum, sweat, and urine, and Laura went limp just as they did.

"Good God...!" Peter gasped while resting his soaked head on her sweated thigh next to her still gaping pussy, and sighed, "I swear your both trying to kill me!"

The two women slid together, cuddling and kissing each other, and both Laura Becky ran their fingers threw Peter's hair.

Deeply, Laura sighed, "Yeah, but what a great way to go, right, Becky?"

"Right Laura." Becky purred.

"That is exactly right Becky." Laura dreamily echoed.

"Ooohh yeaaahh you girls are right on..." Peter crooned as he kissed all four thighs

THE END

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After School



"You seem a little flustered, Joanna."

I could feel him standing there behind me, his lips grazing the top of my ear, his breath hot on my neck. All I wanted to do was let my body sink back against him, to let him know how badly I was aching for his touch between my legs. But we were in public, and I had never let Stephen see the effect he has on me...at least, not consciously.

Stephen is my professor – my graduate research advisor, to be exact. I've known him for several years now, and I've wanted him since the moment he walked into the classroom. He is a lot older than I am, probably twice my age in his mid-fifties, with a very imposing presence and a sort of mischievous smirk on his face most of the time. I always wonder what is behind that look when he flashes it in my direction. He has a dark, brooding sense of humor, which perfectly matches his dark eyes, and a lovely thick mane of gray hair that makes me want to touch it every time I see it. Throughout the years of working with Stephen, I have fantasized about him in all kinds of naughty contexts, and although he gives off a very sexual vibe, I try not to take it seriously. He is, after all, advising my research for graduate school. I would be a fool to act on the impulses I feel toward him.

But in that moment, in the corner of the little departmental reception we were holding for a visiting professor, I was having trouble acting at all. Stephen had just made a rather lewd joke about one of the girls in the department, a grad student like me, who had responded to him with a deep, self-conscious blush. He looked positively gleeful at the prospect of turning her cheek red, and I couldn't take my eyes off him as he revealed that naughty smile, feigning innocence at causing her any embarrassment. That was when he turned to me, his dark gaze meeting mine, and said, "now, Joanna, I don't think I've ever made you blush. Why do you think that is?" He moved closer to where I was standing, in the corner of the reception room, noticing the nervous expression on my face. I had no idea how to respond to him without giving it all away – my fantasies about his hands all over my body, about his fingers discovering the wetness between my legs. I took a deep breath and replied coolly, "well maybe you just don't affect me in that way." 

He held my stare as I tried to stay calm, and then his eyes began to scan my body. I was wearing a fitted white button-down shirt, which was moving with my chest as my breathing quickened and deepened. I could feel the top button at my cleavage pulling a bit, making a small gap for him to notice the thin lace bra beneath. I kept one arm planted at my side, smoothing out the little blue skirt I'd chosen for the event. I did know that Stephen liked me in skirts...over the few years I'd known him, I noticed he always took a peek at my smooth legs in a short skirt or dress. My other hand was holding a wine glass, which I'd refilled a couple of times to calm my nerves. Now the little buzz was kicking in, and my body began to overheat beneath Stephen's gaze. I didn't know what to do as he drank my body in...so I slowly sipped on some red wine, and watched him look.

He moved next to me, his arm brushing against the side of my breast casually but deliberately. Smiling in his lighthearted yet amazingly sexy way, Stephen murmured into my ear, "You seem a little flustered, Joanna. Tell me, how do I affect you?"

Something about the way he said my name, about the boldness of his question, made my heart skip a beat. I felt a shudder run through my body, a tingle that tightened my nipples against the rough lace of my bra and stirred an almost overwhelming heat and wetness between my legs. I turned to him, my face inches from his, looked him in the eyes, and before I even had a chance to think, I heard myself whisper back, "Stephen, you affect me in places you can't see right now."

As soon as I heard those words escape my lips, my eyes widened. What had I just said? After four years of hiding my fantasies from him, I had just ruined everything with one careless comment, right there in the middle of a departmental reception filled with Stephen's colleagues, my peers, everyone. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with worry and fear, only to see a very different expression on his face. His smile widened, his eyes narrowed into a sexy and slightly wicked look, and suddenly I felt his hand on me, creeping slowly up the back of my thigh. I gasped, backing further into the corner, trying to ensure that no one would see his fingers disappear under my skirt. Stephen's gaze moved to my hardening nipples, which were pushing against the fabric of my shirt as I slowly arched my back, exposing my throat and biting my lip softly. His fingers were tracing the lace trim of my white panties, teasing me mercilessly as he carefully stroked my thighs, my ass, but never my aching pussy. His breath was hot on my ear as he leaned in and said lowly, "what about right here?" He finally slid his fingers against the moist spot beneath my skirt. "Is this where I affect you, Joanna?"

My eyes were starting to close and my knees wobbled as he touched my pussy. I had never felt such desire in my life, so powerful, like if I didn't have him that moment I would collapse. I could hardly speak as he began to rub my aching mound through the moist fabric of my panties, so I just opened my eyes weakly and nodded. I knew Stephen was enjoying this moment, taking pleasure in making me agonize in this way. He smiled slowly as he noticed my hips rolling slightly against his fingertips. I didn't even realize that I had begun to move against him, but the feeling of his hands on my dripping pussy was too good to resist. He raised his voice to a normal tone, backed away from me a bit, and said easily, "why don't you come up to my office and take a look at that book? I am almost positive I have a copy on my shelf."

I snapped out of it long enough to realize that I had to answer him, that we were in fact in public, where he had been touching my pussy under my skirt and whispering darkly in my ear. I straightened my spine and smiled calmly, "um, that sounds like a good idea. Let's go take a look."

Before he even had a chance to respond, I led the way out of the room, smiling softly and waving goodbye to my colleagues and other professors. I could hear him moving swiftly behind me, his hand on the small of my back as we walked to the elevator of the Political Science building. As he pressed the call button next to the elevator doors, I realized that we were finally alone. But before I even had a chance to turn around, to look him in the face, I felt his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me forcefully into the wall. Suddenly his chest was flat against my back, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, grinding between my cheeks. He pulled my loose brown curls back hard, and whispered hotly into my ear, "are you ready for me, Joanna? Because you have me very ready for that tight little body of yours."

He pushed his cock harder against my ass, making me moan softly at the force he was using. I nodded my head weakly as his hands slid up the sides of my legs, under my skirt. My pussy was dripping wet in my panties by this point. God I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to tear my panties to bits and fuck me roughly right there against the wall. I would've given him anything he wanted in that moment. Anything. I wanted him to go crazy with me, to be rough and relentless as he took me.

Suddenly we heard the bell for the elevator, and the doors open. Thank god it was empty. Stephen pushed me inside forcefully, spinning me around so he could look in my face. He hit the button for the top floor, where his office was located, and started grinding against my pussy. I began to groan as he finally let me wrap my legs around his waist and rub my dripping cunt against his hard cock. My full breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and looked me in the eyes. "Mmm...I've been waiting for your hot little body for a long time, Joanna. You sure you can handle this?"

I was rolling my hips against his cock, my hands sliding around his neck, into that thick gray hair that I'd always wanted to curl around my fingers. Smiling wickedly at him, I replied, "I've been wanting this for longer, I'm sure." I slid my fingers through his hair, pulling lightly, and moved my lips to his ear, murmuring, "Fuck me, Stephen...please... I want you to fuck me hard."

With those words, like magic, the elevator opened on the top floor, and we quickly moved down the hallway to his office door. As soon as we walked in, he closed the door, locked it, and slammed me against it. I gasped from shock as he started popping off the buttons from my blouse, his eyes fixed on my breasts as they moved rhythmically up and down. He looked like a hungry animal, tearing at my clothes with his fingers, pulling my shirt off my shoulders, feverishly unhooking my pretty lace bra, and kneading the flesh of my full breasts in his greedy hands. I moaned as he handled me so forcefully, his fingers pinching my nipples gruffly, his mouth still only inches from mine. I pulled him close, my fingers tangled in his thick gray hair, and moaned softly as he covered my mouth with his. It was one of those long, intoxicating kisses, tongues probing each other's mouths, fingers wandering anywhere they can get away with. He slowly sucked my full lower lip into his mouth, biting gently as his hands moved down from my waist to the tight curve of my ass, squeezing the warm, soft flesh there as soon as they disappeared under my little blue skirt.

It felt so good to have Stephen's hands sliding under my skirt, cupping and squeezing my ass. His fingers wandered beneath my panties, wet with the juices he found there. I began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck, biting softly, my warm mouth sliding across his firm chest, peppered lightly with charcoal hairs. He looked so good, I almost didn't know what to do with him. I smiled, and he backed away from me for a moment.

There I was, my breathing a bit shallow, still reeling from his rough kisses, standing against the door of his office. His eyes moved down along the full curve of my breasts, nipples painfully tight, to my bare legs beneath my skirt. I ran my fingers through the dark tousled hair curling around my shoulders, not sure what he would want to do next, a little nervous that he might want to stop. I couldn't stop, I knew that. And, as I looked at the firm bulge in his pants, I knew he didn't want to either. He smiled as his eyes met mine again. I bit my lower lip shyly, knowing that he enjoyed making me uneasy.

"I want you to show me how you touch your pussy, Joanna. Lift your skirt for me. Show me that tight little cunt." Stephen was leering a bit as he spoke, his eyes fixed on mine. I loved the way he was talking to me...the word he was using. Cunt. So vulgar, and yet it was turning me on more than I had ever imagined. I felt so completely ready for him, ready to do anything, ready to show him everything. I wanted to tease him, to make him beg me for it, just like I'd always fantasized. Without saying a word, I carefully lifted my skirt, revealing my white lace panties beneath, tracing the pattern with my fingernails lightly. I slid my fingers beneath the lace, and slowly began to rub my slick pussy, moving my hips with my hand, never taking my eyes off him. God it felt so good to touch myself while I looked at him. So many times during class I would feel that craving between my legs, and now I could finally satisfy it. I slipped my finger inside my pussy and started fucking myself slowly, my eyes never leaving Stephen's. His eyes were hungry for more, I could see it.

"Turn around, Joanna. Show me that hot ass beneath your skirt." I slowly began to turn, my back arched slightly, and leaned against the door with one hand, looking back at him over my shoulder. His eyes were fixed on the short hemline of my skirt, and I lifted it slowly. I heard a little groan escape his mouth as I revealed my firm ass for him, my skirt now pulled up to my waist. I heard him unbuckle his pants and looked back to see him undressing, his rock hard cock in his hand, and suddenly he was walking towards me, getting down on his knees.

"I want to taste that hot pussy, Joanna..." he murmured slowly as his fingers hooked into my panties from behind. He sucked the juices off my finger before sliding my panties down my thighs, to my ankles. I felt his hands between my legs spreading them wider, and his fingers gently stroked my pussy. I moaned softly as his fingers skimmed up and down my dripping slit, finding my hard aching clit, pinching it slightly. Then his lips and tongue were on my inner thigh, sliding up slowly, teasing me mercilessly. I thought I was going to collapse right there as his head disappeared beneath my skirt, his mouth inches from my burning cunt. I was almost sick with desire, needing him to suck my clit roughly into his mouth, to slide his tongue across it, to make me cum right there standing against his office door.

I felt his hot breath on my pussy, making me whimper in anticipation. "Mmm... you are so fucking wet, Joanna. Such a bad girl..." Just as he was about to bring his tongue to my aching mound, I felt his hands moving across my ass, squeezing, and then suddenly he smacked me there hard. I groaned as he did it, completely taken by surprise. He spanked me again as he slid his finger deep inside my pussy, and then started fucking me roughly with his finger, spanking me more intensely with his other hand. My moans became louder, my back arched, riding his hand as he slipped another finger inside me, slapping my ass again and again. I was loving every second of this, never wanting him to stop. My cunt on fire, my ass stinging from his hand, I started murmuring, "mmm...fuck me Stephen.... god.... please fuck me.... I can't take it anymore..."

"Such a bad little slut, Joanna," he whispered, his mouth moving beneath my skirt. "Look at that dripping wet cunt. You like being spanked by your professor, don't you..." I nodded my head as his tongue flicked my hard little clit. Slowly he began licking me, sucking on my cunt lips, my clit. His hands were on my ass still, spanking me again and again as I moaned. He was amazing... I could hardly stand up anymore as he sucked my juices into his eager mouth. "Stephen... my god... you're going to make me cum like this..." His tongue moved faster against my clit, his fingers buried deep inside me, fucking me as I felt the most intense orgasm of my life... I was riding his tongue so fast and hard, bucking wildly against his face, cumming all over his mouth. I bit my hand to try to muffle my sounds as my orgasm finally subsided. My knees wobbled as he stood, and I turned to face him, his lips glistening from my pussy juice. I pressed my chest against him hard, sliding out of my skirt so I could feel his cock rub against my bare pussy, and began licking my juices off his lips, kissing him hard and deep. I pushed him down into his desk chair, his cock pointing straight up at me, and smiled.

My eyes were fixed on his as I leaned over him in his chair, winding my fingers through the thick gray hair on the top of his head. My breasts were dangling in his face and he took my nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking hard. I reached down and touched his cock for the first time, feeling it stiffen even more in my soft hand. Stroking him slowly, I whispered in his ear, "I've been wanting to fuck you like this for so long, Stephen. To ride your cock while you sit at your desk...right here in your office..." With those words he grasped my waist and pulled me into his lap, my legs straddling him in his chair. I slid up against him, stroking his cock as it rested right at the opening between my legs. I rubbed my clit against the tip, wetting his cock with the hot juices from my cunt. It felt so good to use his cock this way, to grind my hard clit against him. My slick pussy was lubricating his cock in my hand, and he groaned as I stroked him faster. He was getting restless, I could tell... I knew what he wanted. He pulled me close to him, his mouth against my ear, and said harshly, "Fuck me you little slut...ride your professor's cock like you've always wanted to."

With those words I slowly sat down on his cock, feeling it open my tight cunt, spreading my wet pussy lips, sliding deeper and deeper inside me,. We both moaned as I lowered myself onto him, his hands groping my ass, my back, fingers sliding through my hair. Slowly I started to ride him, looking intently in his wide dark eyes, my nails sliding down his back. I arched my back and let myself linger in the moments when he filled me completely, every inch of his cock buried in my dripping pussy. Then I felt his hands slide down to my ass and spank me hard. His eyes narrowed. The sting from his slap made me so hot, I started fucking him faster, riding his cock hard and deep now. His hands moved to my waist and moved with my body, guiding me to ride him faster. "Mmm that's right, Joanna. Fuck your professor. Ride my cock, slut..."

I was groaning in his ear as I bounced faster and faster in his lap. Beads of sweat were forming all over my skin, my pussy dripping juice all over his cock and balls. Stephen's hands were all over me now... squeezing my breasts as they bounced just inches from his face, pulling my hair, spanking my ass as it rose from his lap. His cock felt so good inside me, I felt like I was about to burst. Our thrusts were becoming more and more forceful, his cock slamming into me each time I fell into his lap. I felt another wave of orgasm hit me and buried my fingers in his hair, pulling it as I moaned. My cunt was throbbing now, dripping hot juice all over his cock. I looked him in the eyes, dizzy from cumming so hard in his lap. "I want to taste my pussy on your cock, Stephen," I murmured, flashing him a naughty smile.

He smiled back, opening his legs so I could sink to my knees on the floor between them. I slid down his body, kissing his chest and stomach, rubbing his wet cock between my full breasts and finally feeling it strain against my lips. I teased his cock with my mouth a little, my pussy juices spreading onto my full lips, now glistening from the moisture. I loved the taste of my pussy on his cock, the taste of sex with Stephen. My tongue wandered to his balls, and I sucked them gently between my lips, teasing him with my tongue before I moved back to his cock. I rolled my tongue around the head, making him flinch slightly in his chair. He looked down at me as I slid my wet lips around the tip of his cock, just barely taking him into my hot mouth. "Mmm you look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth, Joanna. Take it all the way, slut."

His hands moved to the back of my head, tangled in my hair, and he guided my lips down the length of his hard cock. I felt him filling my mouth, the sweet taste of my cunt spreading onto my tongue. I moaned lowly as I took his whole cock into my throat, sucking hard as I started moving my lips up and down his shaft. I looked up at the expression on his face while I fucked him with my mouth. He looked so sexy like that, his face twisted in pleasure, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed the way he does when he's brooding over something during our meetings. I wanted to make him cum just like that, in his chair, breathing deeply, enjoying my hot mouth as I moved it up and down his cock, sucking deeply, tongue flickering over the tip before I swallowed the length of it again. I moved faster and faster, my wet mouth fucking his cock hard, making him groan deeply. He opened his eyes, looking down at me with complete lust, total abandon, his cock stiffening even more between my full lips. I knew he was ready to cum. I had never wanted it so bad in my life.




After School



I moved faster, bobbing my head up and down in his lap, juices from my mouth mixing with the flavor of my pussy as his cock tightened, his balls tensed up. I looked up at him like a hungry animal, begging to be fed. His face twisted up, eyes closed, and I felt him shoot his hot cum deep into my mouth, my throat. He tasted so good, I never wanted him to stop. I sucked every drop of cum from his firm cock, holding it steadily in my mouth as his orgasm subsided. Licking the tip, I loosened my hold on him, moving my hands to his thighs, his stomach, his chest.

He leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, his mouth filled with the taste of our sex. Pulling me into his lap, he murmured in my ear, "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you, Joanna."

I smiled back at him, my fingers coiled in his hair, and whispered, "so have I, Stephen. You have no idea."

I stayed in his office for a little while curled in his lap, and then started to collect myself a bit, straightening my hair and buttoning my crumpled blouse. Just as I was about to put my panties on, I paused, looked at him, and smiled. "Why don't you keep these for me, Stephen?" I slid the white lace into the pocket of his pants, biting his ear gently as I did.

"Well, I should leave you with a parting gift too, I suppose," Stephen smiled, as he began scanning the bookshelf behind me. He handed me a book of political theory from the shelf. "I believe I promised you a book from my office down at the reception," he said, noticing the slightly puzzled look on my face as I slid it into my bag. I smiled nervously, wondering if panties for a theory book was a fair exchange.

"By the way," he continued, "you should have that back to me next week. In my office, that is. Same time?"

Stephen smiled that mischievous grin I've always been so drawn to. I knew I was going to get to act out more of my fantasies with him. With a knowing look in my eye, I nodded and smiled. "Same time."



After School



I was finishing up some work at school when the principal came in.?

"What are you doing here still? Don't you have a life or anything?" He asked.?

How could I explain to the man I idolized when I was his student that I needed to be as good a teacher as he. Even 11 years later, my school crush on him hadn't diminished. His dark brown eyes exhilarated me. The grey in his hair only highlighted his young face.

"I'm sorry Mr. D." How could I tell him that I just wanted to impress him? "I just want to finish grading these papers and set up the lab equipment for Monday." Hands on the tall, black table at which I was sitting, I twisted around in the metal stool. My back cracked loudly. A gentle un-tightening of muscles followed the sharp pain.

"You know, too much work makes a girl boring. Go, we're the last two here. I want to lock up and turn on the alarm." 

Damn, I disappointed him; I wanted to show him that I could handle my first teaching job without a problem. The shock of obtaining this job right out of college still left me reeling two weeks into the school year.

"If you would turn on the air conditioning, then everyone would be more productive and I wouldn't have to be here so late. Studies have shown that cooler air stimulates the brain. It's 90 degrees out and nearly 100 inside." I tried to make a joke, hoping that Mr. D. would laugh. Although I exaggerated a little about the temperature, for September, the weather was?exceedingly warm. 

Those wonderful laugh lines appeared around his eyes.?? "Ms. Harris, if the weather bothers you so much, then you CAN wear short sleeves and needn't wear woolen suits everyday." I wanted to appear professional and older. My high school students weren't much younger than I. I kept my hair in a severe bun and frankly looked very school marm-ish. My neck popped loudly as I stretched it. 

? "You wouldn't need to keep cracking your bones if you were just a little more comfortable. Here let me..." Mr. D. came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. 

The oddness of the situation, my former fifth grade teacher and now my boss rubbing my shoulders, was mitigated by the fact that his hands felt good on my linen shirt. The wool jacket I normally wore sat on the edge of the table. His strong fingers pushed into my knotted muscles.

"Since I've graduated, I haven't had a good massage," I told Mr. D, "In college, whenever I needed a knot rubbed out, I was always able to find someone willing to help me out. Since rejoining the real world though, I haven't been comfortable asking anyone. Thanks, Mr. D."? His hands pressed into my flesh. I felt a heat creep though my body that had nothing to do with the weather.

"Anything for my staff, Ms. Harris." The eternal tension held just beneath my angel bones began to leave.

"Why don't you call me Emily any more? You call the other teachers by their first names. Mmmmm, a little harder, please." His two hands nearly covered my entire back. My shirt moved softly under his ministrations. I felt the heat of his body against my back. I shifted in my seat so that I could squeeze my clitoris with my thighs.

"Why don't you call me Tony like the rest of the staff," he spoke into my ear. I tried to breath regularly, but gasped as my clitoris swelled and I grew wet. He was leaning against me. His cock pressed against my lower back. Although I hoped he meant to move against me, I didn't say anything, just in case he was still just being friendly. I rocked slowly in my chair. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he breathed in my ear again. The few stray hairs from my bun caught on his mouth. Not wanting to speak, I grunted. "What's that? You want me to stop?" He began rubbing himself against my back. I could feel?him becoming hard. Pressing against him, I barely shook my head no.?? He gently flicked my ear with his tongue. I felt fire travel down my spine. 

"Why, Ms. Harris, you seem a bit warm," he murmured as he licked a bead of sweat that ran down my neck. His hands moved from my back. I pushed against him, gasping as he reached around me to rub my hard nipples. As his hands moved from my breasts downward to my stomach, he nibbled my?tight shoulder muscles. 

"We'll have to find a way to relax you," he teased.?

Biting my lip, I tried not to call out as his hand reached between my legs. Pressing gently through my clothing, he nearly made me come then and there! The rough fabric of my skirt teased my clit. I pushed myself toward his hand. His other hand found my breasts again. 

"What beautiful breasts you have, Ms. Harris." I hated my breasts for being so small, but his hands danced on them and ignited my passion. When he ferociously pinched my nipple, I cried, not so much in pain, but in anticipation.

"Please, Mr. D. fuck me." What in the world did I say? Oh lord, I was going to be fired for saying that? 

He stopped playing with my breast and pulled his hand from my lap. Gripping my shoulders with both hands, he pulled me up and then kicked the stool away.?

"Such language, Ms. Harris. How ever should you be punished for such inappropriate language?" He leaned me against the table. He forced my cheek against the cold hard surface then pulled my skirt up to my hips. 

"Ms. Harris, a G-String. I do not think that that is part of the dress code." My ass stung from the first slap. I never thought ... By the fifth slap, my right cheek was hot, but the rest of my body felt like an exploding. When I tried to stimulate my clitoris, Mr. D. pulled my hand away. 

"Uh-uh, naughty girls don't deserve to play. But good boys can..." I heard him open his pants. His cock felt huge as it entered me from behind. He rammed himself hard into me.

I had never had sex without a condom before. I could feel his hot skin move inside of me. The tip of his penis seemed to tickle and rub. As he pushed himself further and further inside of me, I could feel him growing. The soft, spongy tip of him hit my cervix painfully. "Oh... Oh... I nev..." I couldn't think straight. I just wanted more.

"You're a virgin," he huffed in my ear. 

Screaming "Oh, God! Yes!" I orgasmed; my hot juices flowed down my leg. 

"Let's make it last then..." Even if I could think straight enough to enlighten him about the truth, I don't think that I would have. Laughing, he pulled his magnificent member from me. 

"Don't worry," he crooned as I whimpered at my emptiness, "I'll fill you back up." At first he only put one finger inside of me. I could hear the squish of myself as he played. "Not enough? Let's see what will fit." 

I could only lay panting with my face against the table as one by one he added all of his fingers. Moving them independently of each other, Mr. D. found THE spot. Without any control of myself, my entire body began spasming. My jaw shivered and I couldn't keep still. 

My back arched as alternating torrents of fire and ice ravished my body. I heard laughing and was surprised to find that I was laughing. After an eternity that did not last long enough, Mr. D. stopped. 

"Should I practice my technique?" he asked petulantly. When I tried to turn to look at him and explain that I had no control over myself, I nearly fell. My legs felt like the cafeteria Jell-O. 

Mr. D. grabbed me, turned me around and held me up. "None of that now. I wouldn't want to explain this to worker's compensation." 

For the first time since we began, I could look into his face. The creases that showed how much he enjoyed life were chiseled more deeply beside his eyes than normal. His twinkling eyes captured my own. 

Despite the recent roughness, he kissed my lips softly and gently. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the table. He ran his wet fingers down my cheek. I could smell myself on him. Normally I think that I smell nasty, but smelling myself on his hands became an aphrodisiac. 

Slyly, I looked at his hard cock. It was enormous. I thought that I was imagining things! Tentatively, I touched it. He dick was sticky with my fluids. I couldn't reach around him with one hand and he was long. 

"So THAT is your ruler for bad girls," I teased. 

He smiled at me. 

"Do you want it?" he asked. When I nodded he said, "Then call me Tony, Ms. Harris." 

Stunned, I couldn't say anything. I just blinked. Spreading my legs open, he rubbed my labia with his magnificent beast. 

"Say it." The imp in me made me refuse. He gently pulled my soft folds open. My swollen clitoris leapt out of its hiding place like a hungry nestling. He actually put my clitoris into the hole at the end of his penis! 

"So, this is what it feels like to be the woman?" I bit my lips shut as he rubbed my clit. My bottom lip bled as waves of pleasure nearly overwhelmed me. 

He slowly and gently put the tip of his cock into my opening. Moaning, I closed my eyes. I tried to press him into me, but he pulled away. Teasingly, he pressed shallowly into me. I could feel him opening me; then he stopped.

"Say it." Again, I refused his simple request. How he kept just the tip inside of me, I don't know. The man must have the patience of a monk. The movement of his little head as it teased and stretched at my wet recesses nearly made me come again. When I was about to climax he stopped. 

"What do you need to say," he laughed.

"Please..." I whimpered. I thrust my hips toward him, pulled him into me with my legs. To forestall my movements, he gabbed my hips and just held me so I could feel him throbbing inside of me, but couldn't move. 

"Please, what?" He laughed. I saw desire in his eyes, but he refused to give in. My blouse stuck to my skin. The beads of sweat that ran between my breasts gave me pleasure, but not the release I desired.

"...Tony." My voice was husky and full. The screams torn from it earlier made my throat feel like it was roughed with sandpaper. He pulled away from me and thrust himself deeply once. I could barely breathe; he held me closely. 

"Say it louder," he breathed in my ear. Each time I said "Tony" he pulled out and thrust one single time. Our bodies clapped together again and again. Soon all I could get out was "T-ohhh..." before he pounded himself back into me. He began to breath raggedly and I could see the muscles of his stomach contract and relax quickly. 

"Where do you want it?" He moaned at me. Where? I was enjoying it where it was. "Tell me before it's too late." My only answer was to fall back on the table and drag him with me. My legs trapped him on top of me. My hips ground into his. We couldn't contain our moans and I heard my voice echo through the empty hallway. He tried to pull away from me, but I held him tightly while rotating my hips to enjoy myself better. A moment before I felt the wonderful little death, Mr. D. ... Tony gasped and his eyes glazed over. 

I felt his hot semen invade me. It burned and itched. Despite his ejaculation, he didn't immediately shrink. I was able to move myself left and right until I felt something I never had before. I felt like I was doused in warm water. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and ... I just cannot describe it. 

Few women are blessed with the ability to have female ejaculation. I always thought that I was not one of them. That evening, I was proven wrong. Afterwards I couldn't move. I felt more than just the "little death" after sex; I no longer inhabited my own body. Mr. D. collapsed on top of me. I breathed in his breath. I could still feel my slick walls gripping and releasing his cock, which still nestled in my dark nether area. He looked at me with surprise, 

"I've never felt anything like that," he said as he nuzzled my neck. 

I couldn't reply. I needed to concentrate just to breath. Mr. D. pulled himself off me and stood by the table. Gazing at me, he redressed. 

Pointing at a small bloodstain on his once crisp, white shirt, I tried to ask what happened, but my tongue was too heavy to move. 

"You did that. Don't you remember biting me?" I honestly hadn't. "Emily, it seems that you've drenched a few of your students' papers." He picked up the sodden papers. "You can't give them back to your students like this. Tell them that you gave them to me to look over." Those sparkling eyes belied his stern tone.

"Yes, Mr. D.," I gasped as my leaden hands tried to straighten my clothing. 

As he bent to kiss my lips, he scolded "Tony." 

Pulling him down for a deeper kiss, I murmured into his mouth, "Yes, Tony." 



After School



The crack sounded clear in the empty room. It startled her from her reverie, made her heart lurch. Just a book sliding off a desk, echoing in the still air. Funny, the noise it made. Her pulse raced and her flesh tingled across her rear. She gave a little squirm and focused on the papers she was supposed to be grading.

It was no use. She was going to have to give up for now and try to finish them at home, maybe after a hot bath. Now that the noise of the book falling had jolted her, she felt the heat of her buttocks keenly. Another wriggle as she realized the sound had also soaked her panties.

A crack in the crisp, calm atmosphere. Like the sound a belt makes at the end of the whistling. Leather laying across her ass. The tingling renewed along the marks she knew lined her buttocks. The redness presenting to her senses in contrast with the softness of the undamaged skin. The raw places burned hot and fresh through the cool silk of lace panties and she felt the wood of her chair in exquisite acuity.

Her nipples poked at the yarn of her sweater, the plush fibers preferable over a bra that would rub against the welts along the sides of her tender breasts. They feel heavy and wanting for the ache of the past night's abuse and it's all she can do to keep her hands from holding them. Touching them.

She piled the papers together and stuffed them in her briefcase. Picking up the book, she felt a whisper of breeze puff up her skirt and schuss across the heat of her behind. She heard again the crack of the belt as it snapped out over her rounded bottom. A sliver of molten delight slipped along her spine. It left her panties drenched with its passing. A moan caught in her throat and slipped out as a sigh. Heavy and sated with fulfilled dreams.

And she was standing there. Half in, half out of the daydream she'd been in before the book had ever fallen from the desk with that sound oh so much like the smack of a belt over bared flesh. The vivid pictures reeling through her senses and skipping beats with her heart. The book absentmindedly back on the desk and her fingers caressing the cover with the same displaced toying movements her own covering had been explored just hours ago.

Her skin taken in pieces and bunches between his fingers and puckered or smoothed. All in that semi distracted manner he used when he meant to keep her disengaged. Keep her from the budding excitement that welled up within her whenever he was near or touched her or spoke to her.

So he would talk to her. Just as he had last night. Tell her of things he would soon do to her. Speak words of praise and encouragement while his fingers idled away circlets of flesh. A pinch, "I want you to cum with my cock buried in you." A massaging motion and a prodding, "I'm going to grab your ass when I want you to cum and pull you onto me." Knowing touches and tantalizing tickles, "you always cum so good for me. I want you to cum particularly hard this time. Will you do that?"

Her own digits were pinching "Adventures in Mathematics" while her head nodded when she realized where she was. A schoolroom was no place for such daydreams and yet, how could she not think of it every waking moment that her buttocks radiated heat and her lips pouched numb. When her muscles ached a hundred different places and her breasts swayed full and needy. Even her sex felt chafed. She resisted an urge to touch it and explore the tender areas.

Her feet were rooted to the spot and her body rocked as she traced the binding of the book. She was back in the persistent daydream. Feeling her body's exquisite aches and lingering delights while knowing his touch and hearing his words. She needed to go home and soak in a hot soapy bath. To finish her day and send her off to sleep with dreams of him.

Instead, as she gathered herself to march to the car, the door opened. He stepped over the threshold as he sometimes did. Casually, almost as though he were simply going to request directions to the right class or the office. Stepped inside and closed the door behind with an echoed snap that sent prickles of awareness through the lines across her buttocks.

She wondered just briefly how he makes such exactly perfect noises. How he modulates his voice to give her quivers of sensate delights. The thoughts so fleeting and nearly lost in the leap of her heart. Her panties, already moist, flooded anew and her legs weakened, threatening to leave her control.

"Were you just leaving? You look like you could use to sit a moment more." He took her hand and led her back to her chair, settled her there, hugging her to him as they walked the few steps, touching her liberally, hands free upon her arms, while he helped her move fully into the seat. For her part, she moved without will or notion of her own. Captured. Captivated.

When she was seated, his hands tripped across her shoulders. A wild fling. Pressing and dancing, livening the muscles and sliding them away from the bones, all soreness leaving them. Slipping out of them like the steady flow of liquid from her groin. She groaned aloud and with abandon. Then, recognizing where she was, she gave another, more subdued uttering.

His fingers walked up her neck and the muscles melted into liquid pools tethered but just to the bones by thin orts of tendon. Her head drooped and shoulders sagged and all her concerns of the day floated off like wisps of mist. It was only last night he'd done this to her between times of frenzied need and delirious want and even as her mind connected the sensations, trickles of arousal tantalized her mound.

His voice washed her. Cleansed the slumber from her mind and invigorated the muscles his hands even now soothed. She felt her sex open. Distinctly and with shooting thrills coursing through her crotch. The wetness of her panties became more pronounced and she felt the heat from her buttocks glow. "Do you need to touch yourself?"

He knew! Felt her need growing. He must have seen her hands twitching as they stroked the cover of the book, wanting to work their way past the folds of cloth and inside the silk undergarments. Aching to push the fabric aside and dive into her pool. And now she could feel her heat and moisture radiate from between her legs. She thought that putting her fingers there might burn them so inflamed was she, yet she ached for just that. She felt her lips swollen and open and her clit stiff and protruding. She longed to touch them, to stroke and probe.

"Do you want to?"

She nodded, then shook her head. "Not here." Then, because she knew he would do what he wanted anyway, "please."

"Scoot your chair forward." He pushed from behind her until her thighs were under the middle drawer. He reached down and opened the side drawer on the window side. Now she couldn't be seen directly when her hand moves to her crotch, but they would still be able to guess at what she was doing.

"Please. Not here. Please." He would have her do what he wanted. She has never been able to persuade or dissuade him. And even though she knew the pleading egged him on, she couldn't help but try to reason with him. Try to get him to desist. Even as she knew he would do with her what he wanted. "Please." Her voice became a whispering. Nearly a moaning.

And she did want to. There was an excitement coursing through her. Knowing he was there and would protect her, interfere with anyone who would find her out. She needed and he would help her fulfill that craving just as he always did. Her hand moved to her lap and lightly bunched the cloth even as he slid another drawer out to hide her waist from stray eyes.

His hands possessed her hair. Taking control of each strand. Tugging and shifting her scalp. When they moved on to her shoulders, she felt the pang of loss. His voice came soft to her ear. "Go ahead. I want to feel you cum for me. I want to feel you jump and squirm. I want it from you."

She could only moan. A long quiet moan. More of an elongated sigh as she worked to stay silent and unassuming. At the end of the sussuration, her fingers found her slickened, swollen lips. She wanted. She could feel the need and it dripped slightly from her digits. "Please." She tried again, feeble even to her own ears. It fell into nothingness before his hands pressed her shoulders forward, pushed her arms and wrists further into her. Her clit was bumped and she jolted alert with an "oh!"

The nudge stabbed up through her torso. She was close and his voice bent to her ear and sent her even closer. Orgasm would be sudden and swift even as she found a chafed spot. It was satisfying as it gave a small sting. Nothing like the belt over her tender flesh last night, but a reminder and she moved even nearer to a climax that spread from where his hands touched her.

She felt the glow and the heat. Her fingertips pulled and circled now. The wave of molten nerve pooled. She felt it pause in an ebb and flow and surge even stronger. The wave sent a gasp through her. Her fingers paused at her clit even as her other hand sent two of her digits shoving through her engorged labia. She could have screamed, but bit her lip in silent agony and ecstasy.

"Give it to me. You know how I like it. I want it." His voice sent ripples through the fog. Shifted the mist and she knew she would cum as soon as her fingers touched her clit anew. She savored the moment. Sidled the delicate folds aside in an effort to make it last. The wave was moving, though. Crashing through the barriers. It was reaching far inside and yanking the heart from her, pushing it out on the crest. Her shoulders shook where his hands held them, she wouldn't be able to stop now if she wanted.

"Go ahead. Give it to me. I want to see it." Wherever his voice touched, convulsions were set off until she threw her hand out to the desk to keep from banging her head and her body shook from the inside out. The pool rose up and crashed over her again and again. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out, though sound escaped her anyway. Utterances. Unconsonanted noises.

She couldn't believe she would do this in her school, her workplace, then she couldn't believe how hard and fast it had come over her when she did. He always did this to her. He knows when he comes to her that she will do anything for him. She may try to bring reason and moderation to her runaway world, but he will take it and do as he pleases anyway. She will do as he pleases as well.

Somewhere, far away, voices gave parting comfort to each owner. They bounced the length of the hallway. Her gasps subsided slowly and when she again could breathe carefully, and with certainty of the next inhalation, she let her eyelids open.

There was surprise that she would do this for him. The first time he had made her masturbate for him, she had done everything she could to get out of it, to talk him into giving her what she wanted so very badly - him. His hardness, his length. Now she knew that she would do whatever would please him most if it meant that he would give her what she desired. What she desperately needed.

Surprise has come with the ways he will make her do this and the places he will take her. Doing this here, at her work, was another surprise. The opening of her eyes and finding the empty room was even a greater surprise. She will do what pleases him. Even when he isn't present. She will delight in telling him what she has done here today, what he has done to her, and she knows he will delight in the telling. Maybe he will give her more of what she craves in reward.



After School



Racquel Jackson sat at her desk, facing her two students. One leg was crossed over the other and she was swinging it idly, a high heel dangling from her foot.

Peter Cavanaugh noticed. He had noticed a lot of things about Miss Jackson today, like how she wasn't wearing her long auburn hair up in her usual manner. Today it was loose and flowing. She was still dressed like a teacher, but not in her usual business suit. This outfit was less formal, the skirt shorter, her blouse was low-cut and clingy and if you looked carefully, you could see black lace at her cleavage. Her legs were in shiny black stockings and she was wearing heels. What was really cool to Peter was the fact she didn't have her glasses on, although he found them sexy ... on her. For the first time however, Peter could see her beautiful, expressive blue eyes.

Caroline glowered at her younger brother. As far as the pretty 19-year old was concerned, it was likely Peter's fault they were being kept after school on the last day before graduation. For someone so smart, Peter had a habit of doing stupid things. Her brother had skipped Grade 10 and he shared many classes with his older sister. Many of her friends teased her, but in reality, she and her brother were extremely close and enjoyed spending time together far more than most siblings.

Peter's good heart was one of the things that got him in trouble -- he always stuck up for the underdog. Last year, he'd beaten up a fellow senior for bullying younger students and stealing their money. He'd gotten a week's detention for that. Their mother had gone to the Principal and protested loudly, but it had fallen on deaf ears.

Neither Caroline nor Peter had been told why they were being detained and Peter didn't believe he'd done anything to warrant a punishment. Their mother was on her way and Caroline wasn't looking forward to facing Candice. Since her divorce from their father last year, when Candice got mad, she got M-A-D.

"Why are you keeping us here?" Caroline questioned. "What did Peter do now?"

"Why do you assume it's something that I did?" Peter said, annoyed with his sibling.

"I'll tell you both when your mother gets here," Racquel told them. As if on cue, Candice Cavanaugh walked into the room.

Candice was still a stunning woman at 35; she and her daughter looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Quite often, they borrowed each other's clothes. At 5'9", Candice stood 2" taller than her daughter, but the facial similarities were remarkable. Peter, with his dark hair and chiseled good looks, took after his father's family although both of her children had Candice's eyes and engaging smile.

"Nice to see you Candy, thanks for coming," Racquel told the blonde mother, who nodded. Brother and sister exchanged glances. Peter knew his mother and Miss Jackson had met, but she was calling her Candy ...? Peter also noticed his Legal Secretary-Mom was dressed a bit more provocatively than normal, in one of what he assumed to be one of Caroline's leather minis, a silk blouse and black stiletto heels.

"Not a problem," Candice said, looking at her children. They looked back with nervous expressions on their faces.

"Now are you going to tell us why you've kept us here?" Caroline said, really feeling her blood about to boil. Like her mother, patience wasn't one of Caroline's virtues.

"We know about you two," Miss Jackson told them.

"We know you two are fucking," Candice calmly said to her children, using a word they'd never heard her utter before.

"Don't bother denying it," Miss Jackson told them. "We've been talking it over and what we want to know is ..."

"How did it start and would you mind if we joined you?" Candice said, her face breaking into a wide grin as Racquel began to laugh.

Peter and Caroline were too shocked, nervous and stunned to say anything, so it was left for their mother and Racquel to break the ice.

"First of all, I saw you two making out at the Football Playoffs last month ... you probably didn't think anyone was watching and because it was at another school, you didn't think anyone would know. Second, did you know that your mother and I are cousins ... sort of?"

Peter shook his head in amazement, then Caroline finally spoke. "You are? Really? Mom, why didn't you ever say anything?"

Candice smiled. "Racquel and I are cousins through marriage, Racquel is your father's cousin. I didn't say anything because my family and your father's family didn't approve of my friendship with Racquel, even though we all went to High School together. Racquel and I were the two hottest little sluts this school ever saw, right baby?" Racquel nodded.

"We got up to some pretty wild stuff in our younger days and we've stayed in touch, although we kept that on the down-low," Racquel said, coming closer to her friend.

"Now that I'm divorced, I want to start having naughty fun again," Candice said, wrapping her arms around Racquel and drawing her close for a kiss. Their tongues met and mingled, they made out for a few minutes in front of the awe-struck teens. When they finally broke apart, both Caroline and Peter were once again struck dumb.

"Didn't know your Mommy was such a wild woman, did you?" Candice asked. "Well, when I get going, there isn't a bigger slut to be found, except maybe Racquel here. I'm going to train you kids to be just like me, you'll be my own personal sex toys. Peter, you're going to be my personal stud and Carrie, Mommy thinks underneath it all, you're as big a slut as she is. We're going to find out, but you've already got a head start ... nasty little whore, fucking your own brother!" Candice's nipples were clearly visible under her silk blouse and it didn't look like she was wearing a bra.

"How did all of that start anyway?" Racquel wanted to know, still pressed close to Candice.

Caroline sighed and related the story. "We were out on a double-date, I really wanted to go out with this guy and he asked me to get a date for his sister. His sister Erin's a cute little redhead so I rightly figured I was doing Peter a favor. We all hit it off and went out for dinner and then back to their place. Zach and I started making out, so did Peter and Erin. Their parents were in Europe for a month, so we had the place to ourselves.

Zach said that we should have a few drinks and loosen up, I was cool with that, so were Peter and Erin. Welll ... a few drinks turned into a few too many drinks and we all got pretty blitzed. I was getting into it with Zach and Peter said to Erin that it really looked like I wanted to fuck Zach. Erin just giggled and said that I should fuck Zach because he was a really good fuck. We both looked at her and then at Zach and they laughed and drunkenly confessed they'd been fucking each other for a few years now.

Then Erin starts stripping and moves over to Zach and kisses him, Peter's mind is blown, I can see that. I'm slightly pissed because Erin's hogging my date, so holy shit, Erin says that my brother's cute, I should go fuck him. No fucking way did I want to be left out of this!

I was pissed enough and drunk enough to go over to Peter, sit in his lap and take off my halter. Peter was staring at me, but not for long ... he started playing with my tits and he's got a wonderful touch, soon, I was really getting into it and was wet. After a while, I had to taste his cock, I could feel it pressed against my pussy as I sat on his lap. I moved off his lap, unzipped his pants and fished out his cock and gave him a blowjob. I looked over and Erin and Zach were passed out, but fucked if I cared and neither did Peter. We got naked and fucked like bunnies, we would have kept on going, but we wanted to get home. When we did get home, you were out Mom, so we went up to my room and fucked again. Peter and I knew we shouldn't keep going, but we're so good together, we just can't stop."

"I see," Candice smiled. "Thank you for telling us darling and your honesty. I don't want or need you to stop, just be open and honest ... and careful. I'm going to be sharing you darlings with lots of horny, sexy people, men and women who will do wonderful, perverted things with you both. God kids, we're going to have such wonderful times from now on!"

Racquel and Candice looked at Caroline and smiled, but when they looked at Peter, he was shaking like a leaf. "Goodness Peter, what's wrong dear?" Racquel asked the young man.

"You. Mom. It's all ... so ... MUCH! Finding out you're our 2nd cousin, finding out that our Mom's a ... sex fiend ... this stuff with Carrie, how am I supposed to handle all of this?" Peter sputtered out.

His sister took his hand and held it. "One day at a time, Peter. One day at a time. LOOK at Racquel ... she's gorgeous and it's all for us. I know you think I'm sexy ..."

"Yeah sis, you're hotter than any girl I've been with ..."

"Look ... really LOOK ... at Mom! She's taller than I am, she's hotter and she's got wayyy more experience, she's probably a real nasty bitch! Just think of all the things we can do from now on Pete! I think Mom's right ... deep down inside, I am a slut and that's what I'm meant to be. Don't be dumb Peter, you'll have 3 hot women to fuck and probably more!"

Candice nodded. "I can guarantee that."

Peter quietly shook his head and said "Okay. So what do we do?"

Miss Jackson ... Racquel ... smiled and said "It's after 5 and the Custodians won't be here until tomorrow, so we won't be disturbed. I think it'd be really kinky if Peter fucked us all here in the classroom, don't you Candy?"

"I haven't fucked in this room since we went to school here," Candice clapped her hands and laughed. She turned to her kids and said "That's a story I'll tell you about later. Racquel, that's a great idea, you get acquainted with my son, I want to play with my gorgeous daughter."

Racquel walked over to Peter, her eyes shining and pulled him close. She kissed him the way she'd been dying to for weeks, passionately and hard. Peter's first instinct was to back off, but then he realized the situation and leaned into the kiss. His hands went down and squeezed her ass. "I've always thought ..." Peter said, then his voice trailed off.

"What?" Racquel asked. She believed Peter needed to come out of his shell a bit more if this was all going to work.

"Well ... I've always thought you had a great ass, Miss Jackson," Peter said as she nuzzled his neck.

"Thanks Peter, but you have to stop calling me Miss Jackson, after tomorrow, I'm not your teacher anymore. Besides that, we're family. We're going to be a very close family, right?" She winked at Candice.

"Right!" Everyone in the room said at the same time. Racquel sat up on the desk and motioned for Peter to come closer. She watched her cousin and Caroline embrace, they almost looked like twins and it was very sensual, their bodies pressed tight together. There wasn't really a lot of space for them to have sex, Racquel and Peter had commandeered the desk, but Candice knew they'd figure something out.

"Undress me Peter. Have you ever wanted to see me naked?" Peter just said "Uh-huh" and Racquel smiled. "You're going to now Peter, all of me, my tits, my legs, my cunt ... all of me, stud! I want to see if you're any good at eating pussy!"

Caroline called out. "He's fucking wonderful and he's gotten better since we began fucking!"

Racquel giggled. "That's good to know." Her jacket came off; Peter folded it and placed it on a nearby desk, followed by her blouse. He took time to admire her gorgeous legs and 34B tits, the lovely smile on her face. Under her conservative "teacher" clothes had been a truly smokin'-hot body, Peter realized. Her blouse came off and he lingered a bit with her bra, loving the feeling of the black lace under his fingertips.

"I see you like lingerie, that's good," Racquel smiled. "If I know your mother, she has lots of it. I do as well." The bra came off and how her tits were in full view, round and gorgeous, with cotton-candy nipples. "You can suck them, do whatever it is you want to do, lover," Racquel said, hoping she was turning the boy on. She looked over and saw that Caroline was sitting in one of the smaller desk chairs, her blouse gone and her mom was sucking her tits. Caroline's head was thrown back and she was purring in ecstasy.

Racquel's own sighs and moans began to blend with Caroline's, she moved a bit and told Peter "Let's get my skirt off. It's time for you to suck my pussy!"

Peter thrilled to that suggestion, Racquel lifted her hips and the skirt slid down her lovely, long legs. Now clad in a tiny black thong and black silk stockings, she smiled down at Peter. "Go for it Peter, lick that cunt!"

Caroline looked over at her brother and yelled out her encouragement. "Go for it Pete, I bet she's delicious!"

Candice lifted her head from her daughter's breasts and smiled. "Yes, she is."

Caroline's facial expressions showed her surprise. "Wow, Mom! You and Miss ... I mean, Racquel?"

Candice began working her daughter's skirt off and soon had her almost totally naked. "I told you baby, your Mommy was a real slut back in the day. There is nothing I wouldn't do to get my kicks and I plan on being like that again and taking both of you with me!" Candice's voice was silenced by her dipping her tongue into her daughter's bared cunt and eating her fiercely.

"Your lucky, lucky sister," Racquel murmured as Peter's tongue began sliding all over her cunt. "She's been fucking you and now she's with one of the best pussy-eaters I know. I'm going to do her next Peter, I'm going to have lesbian sex with your sister, won't that be hot?"

Peter didn't talk, but sort-of nodded his head, he was too busy eating his sexy teacher's horny cunt. He looked sideways to see his mother with her head face-deep in Caroline's pussy, a pussy he knew well and he felt a bit jealous, although he knew that was just silliness. Caroline's head was thrown back and her fingers were tangled in their mother's long, blonde hair, it was obvious Carrie's first time with a woman ... as far as he knew ... was very pleasurable for her.

Racquel didn't seem to have any complaints either; her cream was all over his face. She looked at him studiously and said to Candice "You know what Candy; we're not being very fair to Peter. His sister is having fun and I'm having fun, but no one is taking care of his cock. I bet it's hard as a rock, isn't it Peter?"

"Uh ... yeah," Peter said, his confidence still not large. He knew that his sister was into him and that he could fuck her the way she liked, but these two sexy, confident, older women intimidated him. Candice and Racquel were determined to put a stop to that. His mother got up from between his sister's legs and joined Racquel. They had Peter sit on the edge of the desk and then each of them went on the other side of him and began yanking his clothes off. Caroline watched her brother squirm a bit, it was very cute, but she knew what a surprise they were in for.

"Holy FUCK Candy, look at that thing!" Racquel squealed. "Lord, if I'd known he was packing this, I would've been fucking him a lot sooner!" Racquel plunged her mouth down on Peter's cock and began sucking his dick. Candice licked her lips and smiled at her son, then went to the other side and began sharing his cock with her friend-cousin. Caroline just watched for a few minutes as she saw the tension melt from her brother's face.

"Oh God, who's going to fuck him first?" Racquel sighed as she lifted her lips from Peter's shaft.

"You take him first babe; I can wait a while for my son to be a motherfucker!" Candice grinned. "Carrie, come over here and get me out of my clothes, you're going to be a little slut for Mommy and eat her cunt while your brother gets fucked."

Racquel turned to Peter and grinned, he was feeling more confident now. "Okay stud, you and me are going to fuck. Seeing as how you've been fucking your sister, I assume you must have a favorite position."

"I like it when she's on top so I can play with her tits," Peter smiled.

Racquel had Peter get up on the large desk, flat on his back and she straddled his cock, facing him. On the floor, oblivious to whatever grime might be there, mother and daughter were busily eating each other. Racquel could see that Caroline might ... no one knew that but Caroline herself ... be a novice to eating pussy, was she was certainly enthusiastic! Racquel ran her fingers across Peter's broad chest, who knew the brainy student was so nicely built? "I'm going to fuck you now baby, Peter, who knew you were so fucking sexy?" Racquel grinned.

"Likewise, you're so gorgeous Miss ... Racquel," Peter corrected himself. "Although I did notice things about you, you always kept it hidden," He told her.

"Can't have all the students staring at my legs and tits or have the bolder ones hitting on me," Racquel smiled, licking her lips. "Although in your case, I might have made an exception." With that, she lowered her cunt onto his cock and began to fuck him with all her might. Peter didn't miss a beat, he positioned himself in the best possible way to maximize her pleasure and began fucking Racquel back.

"He's good Candy, he's so good!" Racquel moaned. Caroline felt proud of her younger brother, he'd been okay when they first started fucking, but she believed he was excellent now. Evidently, from the way Racquel was moaning, her beliefs were correct.

"Oh God Mommm," Caroline sighed. "You sure do know what a girl likes."

Candice moved from on top of her daughter and lay alongside of her. "That's only the beginning, darling. I'm going to teach you all sorts of things. I was right and you know it ... you're a little slut, just like Mommy."

"Oh yes Mommy, I'm a slut, such a slut," Caroline sighed, kissing her mother and squeezing her mother's tits. "I can't wait to see you fucking Peter with your slutty cunt."

"Let's not make you wait any longer then," Candice smiled. "Racquel, would you care to have sex with my daughter while I make my son a motherfucker?"

"Mmmm, yes, I would," Racquel smiled, eying Caroline's sexy body. "You're such a lovely piece of eye-candy Caroline," Racquel purred, moving from on top of Peter and joining Caroline in a carnal embrace.

"Nope, Mom's the Candy, I'm Carrie," Caroline punned and then her breasts were mashed against Racquel's as they rolled around the floor, naked and scratching, really girl-fucking each other hard.

"I like it from behind, Peter darling," Candice said. "You can play with Mommy's tits and slap her ass, just do whatever feels good."

"Sure thing, Mom," Peter said. He loved seeing his mother act this way; it was totally unexpected, but also really sexy. He grabbed her hips and eased into her and once he'd established a nice rhythm, he began to explore her body. Candice took excellent care of her body, she ran and biked and swam and it showed, she was still lean and supple. She was also one of the most energetic fucks he'd ever had, she was rolling her body back against his in time to the nice fucking Peter was giving her.

"Oh, you wonderful man, you motherfucking bastard, FUCK ME, fuck Mommy!" Candice howled. If her ex-husband had been as good as her son in bed, she never would have divorced him and she likely would have brought them into their kinky little circle.

"I AM fucking you Mom, you slut, you lezzie bitch, you whore, do you like it?" Peter snarled, now fully confident in his abilities. He had three women who obviously dug his cock, he no longer had anything to be insecure about.

"YES, yessss, I love it, you can fuck Mommy whenever you want, she'll be a slut for her kids tooooo!!!" Candice moaned as her orgasm overtook her. It had all been sensory overload, re-uniting with Racquel, having girl-on-girl sex with her sexy daughter and now fucking Peter, her body was wracked with spasms of full, orgiastic pleasure.




After School



"My turn with Peter, slutty Mommy!" Caroline purred, lifting her mother from her brother's prick. Carrie loved sucking Peter to completion, she saw no reason not to this time as well. She tasted her mother's juices on his cock and whirled her tongue around the shaft, her head bobbing up and down. It didn't take Peter long to cum, he'd been stimulated beyond belief over the past few hours.

Candice and Racquel were sitting on the floor, arm-in-arm, watching the teens at play. "This was wonderful," Racquel sighed as her long-time girlfriend played with her tits.

"Yes, it was. I'm glad they're both going to a nearby University so we can keep playing games like this," Candy told her.

"And now that I know you're `back in the game', I'll be looking for some new recruits to join our little group ... of course, I'll be discreet," Racquel winked at Candice.

"Of course," Candice smiled as she got up from the floor and gathered up her things. "Come on everyone, I'll take us all out to dinner after we've tidied up, then it's back to our place where we can do this in a nice, big bed."

Everyone was getting tidied up when Candice said to Peter and Caroline "Oh, by the way kids ... if you think today was fun ... just wait until you see what Mommy's got planned as your Graduation Present."



After School



Rachel and her best friend Monica were on their way back from prep school, both having turned eighteen a few weeks before. Rachel was a good girl, she was very pretty and a virgin. She had shoulder length brown hair, c-cup breast and was tall. Monica was about the same height, with brownish-black hair, c-cups and a sly grin that seemed to say, I'm the best. Except for attitude they could pass for sisters, even twins. They decided to go to Monica's house because nobody was there. It was a short walk to the house, down the road, around the corner and into the front door. They locked the door and shut the blinds. Can't let the neighbors know they were home alone. As soon as they got in they dropped their bags. It was Friday, homework would have to wait. Monica asked, "What do you want to do?" 

"Look around?" Rachel said.

"Sure thing!"

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Monica said, "If I'm exploring I'm going to be comfortable."

With that her plaid dress hit the floor followed by her white blouse and her bra and panties. Rachel was impressed by how quickly Monica got naked. "Don't you worry that someone will see?"

"Come on. The blinds are closed!" with that she walked over and said in a childish voice, "Afraid I'll see your little pussy?"

As she said that she reached up under Rachel's skirt and touched her pussy. Rachel pulled back and giggled shyly. Her pussy heated up a bit. She shook her head and followed Monica's lead. The two girls were completely naked in her living room. It was weird for Rachel, but it felt right at the same time.

They started their search of the house in the basement. Not much there. The ground floor was the same, a whole bunch of nothing. The second floor was close, except for Monica's room. There were posters of half naked guys, but more of girls in bathing suits and pictures of naked girls in the closet. Rachel wondered what it meant. She figured it was her friend was curious about how other girls acted when they had sex with guys.

The attic was a different story. Hidden away from the entrance was a small room. They worked their way over to the door. Monica told Rachel to open the door. She said," There is a special surprise inside."

As Rachel passed Monica slapped her on the butt. Rachel reached out and grabbed the door knob. She slowly peeked inside. To her surprise the room was a hot pink color. It was a huge closet full of clothes on one end and at the other end sat a big bed. It was only when Rachel looked closer that she noticed the clothes were not your everyday clothes. Most were lingerie and other costumes. Then there was the shelf full of dildos and other sex toys. Rachel turned to Monica," I don't understand?"

"Want to play dress up? You can be the mommy."

Monica stepped over to Rachel and pushed her against the wall. She pulled Rachel's head close and gently kissed her lips. Rachel didn't kiss back. Monica kissed her again, this time she put her tongue on Rachel's lips and traced the outline. Rachel was getting wet and falling into the mood. She half opened her mouth and Monica's tongue found its way into Rachel's mouth. Rachel sucked on Monica's tongue. Rachel said, a bit confused, "This isn't right."

"Well then, shall we pick out a nice outfit to go with that beautiful body of yours?"

They walked over to the racks of clothes. There were so many of them. Rachel didn't know where to start. She quickly forgot about her naked best friend kissing her. She picked up a nurse outfit. "I'll give you your exam today, Monica."

"Mmmn, when do we start? I've felt this need in my pussy for a long time now. I think you can fix it."

Both started to laugh. Rachel set down the nurse out fit. She saw soldier's uniforms, formal clothes, even a Monroe dress. Monica had quite the collection. Rachel turned to see what Monica was up to. She was over at the shelf, looking at a few dildos. Rachel joined her. She looked surprised at the collection of just dildos. There were big ones, small ones, ones with bumps and then there was one with straps. This one was interesting. Rachel picked it up. Monica noticed," That one is for experienced girlfriends. Don't worry I can't use it on you, your a virgin still. I don't want to hurt you. Here step into it."

Rachel stepped into the straps. Monica pulled it up. As she adjusted it her finger gently grazed her mound. This sent a shiver up Rachel's spine. It felt good. She had to admit that she wanted it to happen again. After Monica finished the adjustment she knelt in front of her. She took her hand and stroked the cock and then sucked on it a bit, never taking her eyes off of Rachel's face. Rachel couldn't look at her; it was awkward seeing her best friend sucking her fake prick.

Rachel undid the straps and took of the gizmo. She went back to finding an outfit. She walked over and found a nice set of black lingerie. As she slid into the panties, she couldn't help but glance over at Monica. She knew something was going to happen. After the kiss and the dildo thing, she was sure Monica wanted her. The strangest part was she wanted whatever Monica was planning to happen. She stood up, adjusted the crotch and butt of the underwear and put the bra on. It was cool that she and Monica were about the same dimensions, they could share clothes. She opened a few drawers, filled with panties of every color and shape. Then she found the drawer with the hosiery. She found a pair of black thigh highs with polka dots on them. She slipped her long legs into them. She looked herself over in the mirror. That's it, if Monica wants me; she's going to get me. She pulled on a short mini skirt that barely covered the top of her stockings. She found a hot little top that she tied off at the end to show off her flat belly. She put on a pair of four inch heels and turned to face Monica.

Monica was wearing a half bra and a thong with black stockings. By the looks of it she didn't get far in dressing, as she was sitting on the floor by the bed, hands between her legs and panties to the side. She must have seen Rachel dressing and got so turned on she could only put her hands on her pussy. She didn't bother to stop when Rachel caught her. Rachel slid her hands down her sides and with one hand pulled the front of her skirt up a bit to show the bottom of her mound. Monica convulsed at the sight. Her hands worked a little faster. Rachel walked over and pulled Monica's hands away from her wet crotch. She pulled Monica up, took her figures and licked them clean. She then took her hand and slid it down between them, and pulled up her mini skirt. Monica slipped her hand down the front of Rachel's panties and cupped her mound. The feeling of that tight mound sent her into euphoria. Rachel pushed Monica on the bed, kicked off the shoes and slid out of the skirt in one motion. The top was thrown fast. Rachel laid on top of her friend, two beautiful girls in nothing but lingerie and lust. Rachel kissed Monica on the lips, pushing her tongue in as far as she could. Monica sucked her tongue, rubbed hers against Rachel's. Rachel grabbed Monica's hand and took one of her figures and one of Monica's and rubbed both of their clits at the same time. Rachel's juices started to flow freely mingled with Monica's. That sent Monica over the edge. She came hard; Rachel had to hold on to stay on top. 

When Monica was done, Rachel climbed up and slipped her legs around Monica's head and under her body. She lowered her wet crotch to Monica's mouth. Monica brought her head up, she opened her mouth wide and Rachel pushed her cunt down on Monica's mouth. Monica licked the wet silky fabric. Rachel started to move her hips. She was groaning now. Her first orgasm was about to be caused by her best friend, no, her new lover. The panties were a bit in the way; Rachel reached down and pushed them to the side. Her hand came right to her clit and started to rub it. Between Monica's mouth and her hand, Rachel was screaming wildly, Monica pulled her hand up and joined Rachel's working her clit. It was more than Rachel could handle. She came all over Monica's face; her fluids covered her best friends smiling mouth. She moved up next to Monica and kissed her lips. Their hands found their way to each others mounds where they laid embraced kissing and holding each others slit, gently caressing each other until they feel asleep.



After School



To say that my parents were strict is probably an understatement but I suppose they had my best interests at heart. My school was a girl's only establishment which was run by Nuns although at least a quarter of the staff was male and some were quite attractive.

Because I was in my final year of school before going off to university, I wasn't allowed to see or go out with boys despite being 18 years old and my evenings and weekends were spent with the family or doing homework. My sister, Susan was 20 and hadn't gone down the university path so she was allowed to do as she pleased which sometimes made me jealous. "The family" consisted of grandparents and uncles and aunts who seemed to be constantly present in our home. My only contact with people of my own age was at school as my sister never told me anything about her life and what she got up to.

My growing up was not helped by my parents as my mother was always out with her friends and my father was always away on business so what little I learnt of life, boys and other matters was gained from the other girls at school. They talked constantly about boys and a few spoke of sex and made wild claims about what they got up to with boys although I knew that some of the claims were probably true. One of my friends, Jayne, had a regular boyfriend who was 19 and they had had sex. She told me about it one day explaining how good it felt to fuck with him and I got really excited and couldn't wait to get alone in the school toilets to pleasure myself which I often did to relieve my urges. I had seen pictures of naked men and a few of erect cocks and thought about sex a lot.

I decided to make it my duty to lose my virginity but, not with just anyone. My desire was to have my first time with someone experienced and I was prepared to wait. Little did I know just how soon my wish was to come true!

A few weeks after Jayne's sexual revelations my mother said that she had been told by the school that my maths results weren't good and that her good friend Mr Mills who taught at my school had agreed to give me extra tuition twice a week at our house while she was out with her friends. Mr Mills was the school hunk as he was only 25, taught physical education as well as maths and, as far as anyone knew, had no wife or girlfriend, I wondered if I could find some way to get him interested in me and I hatched a plan to attract his attention when he visited.

The plan had to be carefully implemented as I did not want to scare him off or look like a silly schoolgirl with a crush and blow my chances so, on the first evening he visited, I played it cool and wore my school uniform and behaved myself. I should explain that our uniform was very traditional as it consisted of a knee length pleated grey skirt, a long sleeved white blouse with a striped tie and white knee high socks.

When he arrived, my mother showed him into the lounge where I was already waiting and she explained that Mr Mills would be staying for 2 hours and that there were refreshments for both of us in the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and Mr Mills sat down beside me. He was wearing a shirt and tailored trousers and soft leather shoes. He opened his briefcase, took out his books and put them on the coffee table in front of us. My mother called goodbye from the hall and left the house saying she would be back late.

Mr Mills spoke first and told me to forget all the formality and to call him Tom. Fantastic I thought as it seemed he was not as unapproachable as he seemed at school. He carried on by explaining that he didn't normally do extra tuition but, as my mother was a good friend of his mother's, he was prepared to help me and the extra money would be useful.

I asked him what he did in his spare time and he told me that he liked sailing and cycling and going to the theatre. Cheekily, I asked him who he went to the theatre with and he told me that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment and he either went on his own or with his best friend Frank. He asked me what I did in my spare time and I explained that I spent most of my time at home with the family.

Tom said that I didn't need to wear my uniform and I was welcome to wear whatever I felt comfortable in although, he added that he found the school uniform quite attractive as it reminded him of the girls he knew at his school. I thought he was hinting that I should keep wearing it and decided to humour him in future. The evening went well and he went over some maths problems that I had been having trouble with. From time to time I had pressed my knee up against his leg and I had even put my hand on his shoulder at one point which he didn't object to.

Tom left after a couple of hours and said he would be back later in the week. I couldn't wait and I was already hatching a proper plan.

The next time Tom called I stayed up in my bedroom until my mother had seen him into the lounge. She called out to me as she was leaving and once she had closed the front door I started to prepare. I had decided to wear my uniform again but this time I would make it more interesting. I ran into my sister's room and borrowed a really sheer, almost see-through pair of white panties from her drawer, put them on and then removed my bra. I had a good set of boobs, firm, round and with large nipples and I was going to make the most of them.

I ran downstairs and greeted Tom who was already sitting on the sofa and sat down beside him. Tom put his books on his knee and started to explain the evening's problems. I sank back into the sofa and deliberately let my skirt ride up and opened my legs a little. He couldn't see anything yet but he would if he got up so I asked him if he wanted a drink from the kitchen and he said he did so, he got up and went for a can of cola and one for me as well. As he came back into the room from the kitchen I could see that he had seen right up my skirt and he must have seen my pussy through the sheer panties. He sat down quickly and pulled his books back onto his knees but it was too late as I could see the bulge in the front of his trousers.

He was obviously aroused by what he had seen so I decided to go further. Tom was trying to show me a particularly hard problem and I said I would look over his shoulder to see it more clearly so, I got up and walked behind the sofa and leant over his right shoulder. As I did so I pressed my left breast against his ear making sure that my nipple was pressing against his face. This excited me and I could feel my nipples getting hard and erect and I could see the bulge in Tom's trousers getting bigger. Tom coughed and said that perhaps I should sit down again but I said that I was quite happy where I was.

I pressed my breast harder into the side of his face and my rock hard nipple was pushing into his cheek. The effect on the bulge in his trousers was almost instant and his zip seemed to be under strain. Tom coughed again and said that I really should sit down as he felt uncomfortable with me so close. I said that I didn't feel uncomfortable at all and I asked him if he enjoyed me standing so close. He admitted that he did find my closeness enjoyable and he found me very attractive but it would be wrong for him to respond. I responded by telling him that I wasn't going to tell anyone and if he enjoyed it I would continue. At this point I moved round a bit and pushed both boobs into the side of his face which must have done the trick as he reached up and pulled my face down towards his. The kiss that resulted was like an electric shock and was my first real kiss. He pulled back and apologised and said that he had better leave but, I said that I wanted him to stay and kissed him long and passionately.

I went back round the sofa, sat down close to him and explained that I had always fancied him and that I wanted nothing more than to have fun with him. He pulled me towards him and kissed me long and hard over and over again. His tongue started flicking into my mouth which really turned me on and his breathing started to get heavy. I wanted more so I reached for his hand and pulled it down onto my boobs and he was obviously very excited. Tom mumbled between kisses that I had great tits and he had often fantasized about them in class. He started to unbutton my blouse and took off my tie as he slipped his hand inside my blouse and took my nipple in his fingers which sent me crazy.

I was wet between my legs and I felt so horny that I wanted him to go much further. Tom stopped kissing me and started sucking on my nipples one at a time which made me even hornier. I was gasping by now and Tom was so excited and I didn't object when I felt his hand on my knee sliding up my thigh. My legs were already open and I opened them even further as his hand reached my soaking panties. The first touch of his fingers on my pussy through the soft fabric was fantastic and so much better than any time I had touched myself. His fingers worked inside my panties and then I felt his fingers against my pussy which was so wet I was afraid I might leak on the sofa.

Tom gently stroked my pussy and then very gently inserted a finger into me taking care not to hurt me. "Does that feel good?" he asked and I replied "Oh, yes, please don't stop... ever!" He carried on sucking my tits and fingering me until I knew I was cuming and I came like never before and he knew I was cuming, big time as I let go with my body, gripped his hand between my thighs and moaned out loud.

As I was finishing Tom asked me if I had ever had an orgasm like that before and I said "Never". "Would you like another some time?" to which I replied "Try and stop me". I told Tom that it was truly wonderful and he said he was glad. Tom then said that he needed some relief and would I help him. "What do you want me to do?" I asked and he said that all I needed to do was to touch his cock and rub it. "OK show me what to do" I said. Tom undid his belt and trouser zip and slipped his trousers and pants down. His cock jumped up and it was huge! Tom took my hand and put it around his cock which felt warm and hard. He showed me that the skin on his cock pulled back from the tip and told me that the tip was the most sensitive area of a man's cock.

Tom leant over and started kissing me again and put both his hands on my tits as I started to work on his cock, enjoying the feel of it in my hand as I stroked up and down the full length of it. It was obvious that every time I reached the head of his cock he got more excited so I teased him by only touching it every now and again.

I could tell he was getting ready to cum as his breathing got heavier and his kissing and grip on my boobs got harder but I wasn't ready for what happened next. His cock suddenly twitched and he groaned as a huge fountain of white juice shot out of the end of his cock all over my boobs and face. He shouted "don't stop, please don't stop" so, I carried on wanking him as his cum ran over my hand and finally stopped flowing.

"That was wonderful, did you enjoy it too?" Tom said and I replied that it was the first time I had seen a man cum so it was a bit of a shock but it was also funny as well. He started to wipe the cum off of us both with his handkerchief as he explained that what we had done was fantastic but it was wrong and we should not do it again however much we liked it. I said that it had been the best experience of my life and it would always remain a secret and as long as we told no one else, it could do no harm.

Tom was a little reluctant but I told him that the next time he came over to teach me I would make him change his mind.

I had decided to make the most of the opportunity and use Tom for as long as he was around. It may seem selfish but I was horny and wanted to become a woman in every sense. My sister's room was my next target as I knew she was into sexy underwear. I hadn't taken much notice before but now I realised that the turn-on power of a sexy outfit was worth its weight in gold. The next evening with Tom was to be on Thursday and my mother was due to go to her bridge group. Dad was away, as always and sis' was a sleep-over so I had the house to myself once a again. I knew that Tom would be arriving at 7 PM and I couldn't believe my luck when my mother left the house at 6 PM. A whole hour to get ready for Tom!

One hot shower later I was standing naked in my sister's room going through her underwear drawers. I couldn't believe some of the stuff she had which included corsets, suspender belts, basques and a lot of PVC clothing. It was like Aladdin's cave and I was experimenting. What I settled for came from a film I'd seen. It wasn't pornographic but the woman in the film had dressed up in a way that even I felt was sexy so, I copied her.

I chose a black suspender belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. Then I found a pair of silk French knickers which were so tight when I put them on that every line of my pussy lips was visible through the fabric. A black half-cup bra finished off the underwear set. I took a pair of stiletto ankle boots and a black chocker completed the outfit. Over the top I wore my school uniform of grey pleated skirt and white blouse just for effect.

As the time for Tom to arrive neared I put the front door on the latch and waited in the kitchen. Tom arrived on the dot and when he knocked I told him to go into the lounge and make himself comfortable. I waited a few minutes but I was getting more and more excited so, when I could wait no longer I entered the room. "Hello" said Tom and I said "Hello" back. As I sat on the sofa next to him I let my skirt ride up a little so that the edge of my stocking tops were just visible and I opened my legs enough that he could see my black silk knickers. "Wow" said Tom "You look fantastic!" and I could see that he meant it by the bulge in his trousers. I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips and he responded. As I pulled away from him I said "What are you going to do about that?" He pulled me towards him, kissing me deeply. "You obviously want to be a grown up little girl don't you?". "Yes, I want to do everything it's possible to do and become a real woman!" "Well, it is totally wrong but I wouldn't be human if I didn't find you amazingly sexy in that schoolgirl outfit. If you promise that no one will ever find out about it I'm game but how do you want to proceed, any ideas?" "I think you are beautiful and I would like nothing more than to seduce a virgin but, it's your evening so I'll do whatever you want"

I had thought about how wanted to lose my virginity many, many times and wanted it to be something really special and different. I had never told anyone but I got really turned on by some pictures one of my schoolmates had on her mobile phone of a man taking advantage of a woman who was tied up and at his mercy. It made my pussy wet just to think about it! "I know it may sound a bit odd but I really like the idea of being forced!" "You know, being tied up and taken advantage of".

Tom's hands were already exploring my body and had reached my tits and I had already started to get excited. "Do you want me to be rough and force you to do what I want or do you want to tell me what to do?" he said. "I want you to treat me as a whore and force me to do your bidding" I said.

Tom bent down and took the belt from his raincoat and as he kissed me he put my hands behind my back and tied them at the wrist. "Now you're mine and you will do anything I want" he said. "Yes Mr Mills" I replied, trembling with anticipation. He started groping my body as I sat there, running his hands over my boobs. He opened my blouse, put his hand inside and roughly gripped my nipples. Then he bent down to suck hard on my tits. It was fantastic! I was almost cuming in my pants but he just kept groping me all over. His other hand went down to my thigh and he slowly slid it up over my stocking tops and found the suspenders. "I get really turned on by stockings" he said, "But I know what you really want".

He led me over behind the sofa and bent me over its back so that my bottom was pointing up in the air and felt truly exposed. "Stay there" Tom ordered as he walked around to the front of the sofa facing me. "You did say that you wanted everything and that you wanted to be forced didn't you little girl?" "Did you really mean it, anything?"

"Everything I said" panting with excitement. Tom started undoing his trousers and dropped them to the floor letting his huge, erect cock leap out towards me. It was huge, thick and long and with the skin peeled back its head was bright purple. "Your going to make me a happy man little girl, just do as your told" with this he held on to my hair and moved his cock towards my mouth. "First thing your going to do little girl is suck my cock!" and as he said this he pushed his cock-head between my lips. It tasted salty and it was quite a turn-on feeling this huge cock entering my mouth and I instinctively started to suck on it. "Take more of it in girl, use your tongue on the end and don't stop whatever happens". As I started to do his bidding he pushed more and more of his huge cock into my mouth until I could feel it touching the back of my throat. I gagged a little and he pulled back a bit but he kept on and started moving his cock in and out of my mouth.

"This is what we call mouth-fucking you little whore and you seem to be good at it" "Do you want me to go all the way and cum in your mouth little girl?" he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth for an instant. "I said everything" just do with me what you want. He forced his cock back into my mouth and started fucking it even harder and I sucked harder and harder. I felt his cock start to twitch and suddenly my mouth filled with warmth as he shot his load into my little mouth. "Keep sucking you little whore but don't swallow. I want to see my cum in your mouth to show what a little slut you really are". I found his dirty talking a real turn-on and I did as he said. His cum tasted wonderful, slightly sweet and salty at the same time. As I slowly sucked on the head of his huge cock he reached over me and started to rub his fingers on my silky knickers over my soaking pussy. He put his fingers under the silky fabric and inserted at least two fingers into me.

"Does my little whore like that?" he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth it was starting to droop. "Let me see the cum in your mouth slut". I raised my head and showed him my mouthful of cum. "Now swallow it" he said and I did as he said. "Now I'm going to fuck your brains out whore" he said. "Are you ready to be fucked for the first time in your life?" "Oh yes, please fuck me as hard as you can and teach me how to be a woman". "Don't worry, I will" he said. He took the rest of his clothes off and then reached into one of his pockets and brought out a condom. I had seen one at school so I knew what they were for.

"Do you really need to use one of those?" I asked. "Of course I do, don't want to get you pregnant do I" "I don't think you need to worry" I said "I'm already on the pill for my period pains". The look in his eyes said everything and his drooping cock was starting to rise again as he walked around behind me. His hands started to caress my bottom, feeling the silky underwear and I could tell he liked what he was feeling as his breathing was getting deeper and louder. My suspenders fascinated him as he kept pushing his fingers under the straps and into my stocking tops.

My pussy juices were really flowing by now and I was totally wet as he slid his hands into the top of my knickers and slowly slid them down my legs. As he gently took my knickers off over my boots I felt his face come close to my pussy and then he pushed his face hard into me. As his tongue found my sweet spot I gasped and I moaned as he licked my clit. Pretty soon I was cuming for the first time as the result of a man's mouth. Tom got up and hooked his hands into my suspenders.




After School



"Just spread your legs whore and feel the hardness and length of my cock as I force it into your tight little pussy". I did as he said and felt his fingers exploring my pussy again. It was wonderful and I wondered how long I could last before I came again. As I stood there, totally at his mercy, I felt the head of his cock touch the entrance of my pussy. It seemed to be forcing my pussy wider as it entered me and it felt fantastic. He grabbed my hips and asked me if I was ready for his cock and I said Yes". He pulled on my hips and slowly forced his huge cock inside me. As it went in I could feel my pussy filling up with cock and it seemed as if it would never stop.

Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he did stop and just let his cock fill me. "Does that feel nice little girl?" "Did it hurt at all?" "No" I said "It feels wonderful, are you going to fuck my pussy now?" "Shut up whore" he said as his hands reached up for my naked tits. I couldn't resist and with my thighs pushed up against the back of the sofa I was going nowhere. As he gripped my boobs he started to move his cock in and out of my pussy, slowly at first but gradually increasing his pace. He was soon pulling his cock almost all the way out of my pussy and then all the way back in.

As my pussy filled with his cock and emptied again I felt huge waves of pleasure through my body. He was pounding my pussy with all his might and his breathing was fast and heavy but so was mine. His body slapped against mine as his cock thrust harder and harder into my freshly de-flowered pussy and I felt the first waves of orgasm beginning as my pussy muscles gripped harder and harder on his immense erection which seemed to grow larger inside me by the second.

Just as I started to cum he impaled my pussy with one last enormous thrust as his balls emptied themselves into my already filled pussy. I seemed to be filling up inside as every quiver of his cock sent even more, hot, sticky, delicious cum squirting into me until he could shoot no more. I exploded with orgasm in time with him and my pussy muscles squeezed every last ounce of cum out of his cock.

He withdrew his cock slowly although I wanted him to go on and on fucking me. "Was that a hard enough fuck for you slut?" he asked. "Can it get any better than that?" I asked in return and he said "Do you really want more?", "Oh yes" I said "I want all you can give". He held me down with one hand as he walked around in front of my face again. His cock was dripping with cum and I could feel his cum running down my legs. "Clean me up you whore" he ordered as he forced his limp cock deep into my mouth. I didn't need any encouragement and I eagerly sucked on his delicious shaft licking off and swallowing every last drop of cum and smelling the sweet aroma of my own pussy.

"Well" he said "It seems to me that you need a good ass-fuck, is that what you want you little slut?" "Will it hurt" I asked and he said "It sometimes hurts the first time but it is worth it, or so I'm told" "Well do it to me and treat me as your little whore, make me scream with pleasure and pain". His cock was starting to harden again as he pulled it out of my mouth and walked round behind me. "I'll have to get you ready slut, just to make it easier for me" he said. His rammed his fingers inside me and then transferred the cum and love juice from my pussy to my asshole.

I felt his finger probing my asshole and then it was inside me and it felt really good. He carried on wetting my hole and now had two fingers in me and I was loving it. "Get ready whore, I'm going to fuck your ass so hard you'll pass out with pleasure".

He shoved his cock deep into my pussy to get it wet and then pulled out. I felt his huge hard-on pressing at the entrance to my ass as he again gripped my hips and then started pushing into me. It didn't hurt much at all, in fact the little pain that there was felt quite pleasant and as he slid his cock deeper into my ass, the ripples of pleasure soon overcame any discomfort. His cock was finally all the way into my ass and I felt an unbelievable flood of sensation which made me gasp. He obviously found this a turn-on as he started to fuck me even harder than before. Again he pulled me up and grabbed my tits as hard as he could and floods of excitement filled my body.

"Is that good little girl" he asked and all I could say was "Please don't stop!" He didn't and he kept fucking my ass as hard as he could until he shot his load once more inside me filling my ass with cum which sent me over the edge and I came with a cry of orgasm as I used my ass muscles to drain his balls of every last drop of cum.

As he pulled out of me, he undid the belt tying my hands behind my back and pulled me towards him and kissed me harder than ever before. "That was wonderful" I said "It was more than I ever dreamed it could be" "Did you enjoy it too?" I asked naively. "Of course I did" he replied "You're a beautiful young girl who has just become a woman and I will happily show you anything you want anytime you want it.

As I walked to the bathroom to clean up I stopped in front of the mirror and saw myself, cum and love juice running down my legs from my pussy and my ass, bruised tits and a smile that said it all.



After School



It's the end of the school day. Everyone else is piling out of the door, headed for home. Not you though. You received a note requiring you report to my office after the final bell. You're not sure why the deputy head wants to see you, but it's unlikely to be anything good. You don't think you've broken any rules, but you're still nervous.

You enter my outer office to find my secretary Miss Jenkins packing up for the day. You proffer the note which she scans quickly. It's a simple enough message.

"Wait here please."

Knocking softly on the inner door she slips through and you hear the murmur of our voices. You stand in the middle of the room, smelling the polish used on the wooden panelling, shuffling your feet nervously. Then the door opens wide and Miss Jenkins stands aside to let you pass.

"Come in please."

I sit behind my desk, waiting for you to enter. I'm glad to see you swallow nervously. Perfect. I always had you down as one of the shy nervous ones. Plus there's the effect of being in this room. Pupils never normally come in here, normal matters are dealt with in the outer office. Ignoring you for a moment I exchange pleasantries with Helen and wish her a safe drive home. Talking around you as you stand between us adds to your nervousness. She leaves, closing the door firmly behind her, and I turn my attention to you. 

I explain in simple terms why you are here. Your work has been substandard this year. Several of your teachers have commented. You seem to be distracted in class. It is becoming a cause for concern.

"This is nothing too unusual." I carry on "Since we started admitting girls to the sixth form there's always a bit of an adjustment period. Some boys start trying to impress the girls, acting the goat and disrupting classes. Others go all tongue-tied, embarrassed and mute. Usually it passes. The first type calm down after a detention or two, the second tend to get used to these strange new beings soon enough and start treating them like ordinary people. You however show no signs of improvement. The first round of modules are coming up and your work is simply not up to standard." I let that hang between us, you still appear a bit nonplussed.

"I've been finding the A-level work a bit harder than I expected Miss but..." I cut you off with a raised palm

"That may be the case for some students. Normally this would have been a quiet word from your Academic advisor, an offer of help to get you back on the right track. But then there were these."

It's reveal time, hit you with it whilst you're still unsure of yourself, keep you off balance. I open my desk drawer and remove a pair of glossy magazines. You recognise them immediately and your heart races. They had been hidden in your locked desk.

I let the shock sink in. Your eyes widen a little, your face blanches white, then burns deep red. I can only imagine the searing flash of fear and surprise that just shot through you, the adrenaline spike you just experienced. it looks like I've judged this one nicely. I keep going.

"Do you really think that magazines like this are appropriate?"

I open them on the desk and turn them around to face you. 

"Is this what real women look like with their airbrushed silicone bodies and collagen plumped lips?"

I maintain a steady stream of rhetorical questions, giving each one just enough time to make you squirm before asking the next, brushing past your stuttering attempts at excuses and denials. 

"Is this what you masturbate to?"

Your eyes actually flick up to meet mine at that one. You never expected to hear a teacher say that. In fact all of this is rather odd. You can understand being in trouble for being caught with porno mags but why am I leafing through the pages, showing you the girls? I stand and walk around the desk and turn to a page of stories. 

"Is this how you think women should act?" I read an excerpt.

"They held me down and ripped my knickers off, I wanted them both." A steady, judging look, another excerpt "Cum for me baby, I cried, I need your cum. Cum on my tits."

"Is this what arouses you? Wanton profligate women throwing themselves at men, begging to be used in the most degrading ways? Is this how you imagine your mother acting with your father? Should I share this with them? Let them know their son spends his day wanking and dreaming about abusing women rather than doing his revision?"

"No Miss, please!"

There's an edge of desperation in your responses now. I hope I haven't ruined it by mentioning your parents but I need the outside threat to clinch this deal. I soften my tone a little, replace the magazine on the desk top, open at the centrefold where you can't fail to miss it.

"It is true that it would be a shame to distress them with this. I'm sure they don't want to find out that their son is a pervert. If you're willing to accept punishment then we can deal with this here at school"

You agree instantly, your relief almost palpable. I'm relieved too, but careful not to show it. This is all going according to plan.

"Stand here." I indicate a spot in front of the desk and you move forward. I leave you there, staring down at the evidence of your crime. Behind you I shrug off my suit jacket and hang it on the stand by the door. I want a little more freedom than its cut permits. There is a heavy dresser against the rear wall and its long drawer is my next stop. It contains a selection of items but I know which one I want. I pick out the ferula, a length of whalebone, encased in leather. Handle and all it's about 9 inches long. A thrill of anticipation runs through me.

"Hands out."

I return to stand alongside you before the desk. In my sensible heels I'm not quite as tall as you, but there's no doubt who is in charge.

"Miss?" there's a questioning note in your voice. Corporal punishment has been outlawed for years. However, your raise your hands from the elbow

"Did you say you were willing to accept my punishment?"

"Well yes Miss, but what.."

"It's a simple choice. We can deal with this here and now, and that will be the end of it. or we can take it to the next step." I pause. Your hands don't drop and I take that as permission.

"Palms up."

I take your right wrist firmly in my left hand, holding it over the desk, over the magazines. The evidence of your depravity in full view as I administer punishment. Raising the ferula I bring it down sharply onto your right hand.

CRACK!

A carefully angled blow allows one to strike both palm and fingers at the same time. You yelp and try to withdraw your hand, but my grip holds you fast.

"Quiet!" I snap it out as an order. "I will have you silent for this."

It's the shock more than the pain with the first one, at least with the ferula. The first blow merely numbs the hand. You draw a deep breath. I release your right wrist and reach across you to grasp the other. The left hand takes my second blow.

WHAP!

Again you flinch, but apart from a hiss of indrawn breath you stay silent. Good enough. I release your left wrist and you let your hands drop.

"What do you think you're doing!" I am as stern as I can manage. You look at me in fear. "Ferulas are traditionally administered in threes. Your impertinence has earned you an extra three. Hands out"

This is a possible sticking point, but I have the right victim. Your hands extend across the desk again and the punishment continues.

CRACK!

The pain will be setting in now. It's not the pain of a cut, or a smacked bottom. The ferula creates a deep bone ache that grows exponentially. The left hand again

CRACK!

The time between strokes allows the initial shock to wear off and the heat and swelling to begin. I pause before the last two, drawing them out.

"Now I hope that this serves to focus your mind on your studies."

WHAP!

I have to keep a firm grip on your wrist this time. The third one on already bruised flesh obviously hurts. Time to focus your attention back on the magazines. I reach for your left wrist a final time and press myself closer, as though I have trouble stretching across you. It's all a ploy to make sure your right forearm is pressed against my blouse, resting against the lower half of my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra for this and you give a little shiver of your own. I doubt you have any knowledge of bras but the touch of soft flesh through cotton seems to have gotten your attention. Again, I use a softer tone.

"There is nothing wrong with being attracted to girls. There is nothing wrong with sex, however this." here I use the ferula to indicate the magazines "Is unrealistic, and harmful. It also appears to be distracting you from your studies. There will be time enough to learn about women later."

CRACK!

The last one. I release your wrist and step way.

"Hands by your sides."

The pain will continue to grow for a minute or two and then take a couple of hours to fade. I return to my chair and sit down, letting you experience the ache fully. Studying you I am secretly delighted - there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and yes! a distinct swelling in your groin. I can feel my own nipples hard against my blouse, and I'm sure the sight of them is doing nothing to suppress your arousal.

"It is traditional to thank me now."

You look startled but you're not about to grow a backbone now the punishment is over.

"Yes Miss, Thank you Miss."

"It was my pleasure." I have never said a truer word. "You may go now, and I trust we shan't have to discuss these matters again."

You thank me again, and make your way from the room. I can see from the way you struggle with the round doorknob that I've done my job well. Your hands will be stiff and sore for a while yet. I hear you leave the outer office and carefully lock my door before returning to the desk and slipping my hand down the front of my skirt. Being in control is such a turn on, but best of all I can imagine the final act of our little drama. I know for sure that instead of rushing off home, your first act will be to head to the boys toilets. Safely deserted after school you can be alone there.

I tease my clitoris as I imagine you freeing your hard cock from your underwear and stroking it. Your hands hurting with every movement. I know men however. Turn you on enough and you'll sacrifice anything for that orgasm. Will you groan with the pain of your palms, or are you moaning in lust? I know which I'm doing. My breathing comes faster as I bring myself to the edge. I can see you now panting, trousers around your ankles, thrashing away at your cock. My excitement builds as I imagine your gasping breaths, then I cry out my own joy and thrust three fingers into my hole as I see your spunk spurting out between your swollen fingers, bathing your sore knuckles with your own lotion.