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Back to School

By: youngandbritish



Abigail was so incredibly nervous that she could already feel her hands trembling. She knew it was stupid. After all, she'd entered this building so many times in the past that it should be a breeze. But then, she's been a student. Now she was returning as a trainee teacher. Her university hadn't been able to arrange any other placement, so here she was back at the gates to Hamstock High. It was only 3 years since she'd left at the age of 19; now she was back as a 21-year-old, but feeling more worried than ever.

Just at that moment, a voice came from behind her.

"Abigail? Abigail Harper?"

She swung round to see her old History teacher behind her.

"Mr Dawes - hello. Yes, it is me. I'm surprised you remember."

"Oh, I never forget a pretty face," he replied, "But call me Matt, please."

Abigail knew that was his name. In fact, she could picture her old homework diary now with its secret messages emblazoned on the front: "AH loves MD". She just hoped that he hadn't realised at the time.

Matt was not much older than Abigail. He had only started teaching at the school the year before Abigail left, so even now was probably only 24. And he still had the same rugged good looks that Abigail remembered. The same good looks that distracted her all through her final year. Abigail followed Matt into the building. Suddenly she realised, if he was still here, then the chances are she'd be working with him. After all, History was what had brought her here. And sure enough, as she entered the building he guided her straight to the History classrooms.

"Right," he began, "I've made sure that you haven't got any classes for the first few days, and today you have my undivided attention. We want to make sure that you get off to exactly the right start. You can wander about the department freely, but it's fairly quiet on a Monday."

Instantly, Abigail recalled the way her small school had worked - some departments were so small that they only taught classes on a few days each week. Matt continued to explain,

"It's only me and Mary - you remember Mrs Howell - in on Mondays, and even she goes home at 11.30. Apart from that, it's just a chance to read the plans I'm afraid. But, any questions you have, I'm here in my office all day."

Abigail began her day, sat at a space desk in the office, reading through plans, policies and documents about every element of her new role. Except, she didn't read more than a few words; she merely turned the pages of the document as she recalled the angst she felt in her younger years, yearning after the handsome man sat at the next desk. Occasionally she glanced across to him, wondering how much he remembered of her. Then, completely without warning, he spoke as if to answer her questions.

"So, it must be strange being back here, Abi?"

Instantly, she remembered that he was the only teacher she ever let call her Abi. Almost as if she were including him in her inner circle. But he probably didn't remember, did he?

"Sorry, is it still okay if I call you Abi? I remember how honoured I felt when you let me use that the first time."

"Of yes, of course," she replied instantly, almost blushing with her excitement. "Yes, it's a bit odd being back here, I suppose, but I'll get used to it."

"You must be quite nervous, though," Matt continued, "I mean, there are a lot of teachers here who still remember you. They remember what you got up to." He smiled, almost as if to tease her about what he might know.

"Oh, I think I was okay as a student," Abi responded, hoping that she sounded confident in her response. "I don't think I gave anybody any trouble."

Then, with a wry look, Matt's response shocked her, "Oh, I think you'd be surprised, Miss Harper... you'd be surprised!"

She wanted to defend herself, but there was something about the look in his eyes that told her that this wasn't about disciplinary matters. There was something else he was getting at, but she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Well, I was never in detention or anything," she ventured, hesitantly.

"Oh no," his response was accompanied by a small laugh. "No, nothing like that. But, do you remember Mark Porter - in the PE department?"

There was no question that she remembered him. Mark had been her earlier infatuation. Only the arrival of Matt had knocked him from the top spot. But she wasn't about to reveal that.

"Yes, I think so..." she murmured.

"Well, he and I both remember you very well. We were flat-sharing when I first came here. You caused him no end of grief."

"What? How? I don't remember." Suddenly a panic went through her. Had she got him into trouble because of her childhood crush? Surely no-one had assumed that he was involved? She didn't even know anyone had found out. The Matt enlightened her.

"Well, let's just say, I was glad you came to my lessons in school uniform. I don't think I'd have been able to cope with that gym skirt bouncing about in front me either!" He giggled, and his head fell instantly to his paperwork. Abigail had no idea how to respond. Was he suggesting that her old PE teacher had fancied her? Or even that he had himself?

"Is he still here?" Abigail asked tentatively.

"No, no," Matt replied. "He went on to the college to work. Shame really - he'd probably be even more thrilled to see you than I am." A smile crept across his face.

"Haha, well, I don't think I'll be wearing my PE kit this time round." she added. But the response, even now, took her by surprise

"More's the pity!"

She paused, wondering how best to respond to his quip. And then, even she was surprised by her own bravery.

"Why? Am I not fit enough for your department in the clothes I'm wearing? My skirt not short enough?" she joked.

"Oh God, no," replied the handsome teacher, now smiling widely at her, "Why do you think I haven't stood up from behind my desk? Much like I never did when you were in my classes."

The flashbacks quickly fell into her mind. It had long been a joke with her friends how Mr Dawes had always taught from behind her desk. She remembered how they used to kid that it was because his penis was too big that it stopped him walking. As she recalled, she let out a brief giggle.

"What is it?" Matt instantly asked. And she couldn't help but tell him. She chuckled as she recalled their tale, fully expecting her former teacher to smile at her naivety. But he didn't. He listened to her tale, and then slowly responded.

"It is the one downside of being that large!" and as he spoke, he rose from his desk. Instantly she saw exactly what he was referring to. It was clear that he was aroused by his memories, but what was equally clear was the size of his manhood. It seems that her teenage joke was more accurate than she'd realised.

What she did next, took her by surprise as much as it did him. Perhaps it was the rush of excitement at seeing her old crush stood in front of her, erect. Perhaps it was just an outlet for all her teenage crushes, but all the same, it was unexpected.

"If I said that I'd also had fantasies of it inside me, would that become true, too?" she said, half smiling, but clearly deadly serious in her response.

"Not only would it become true," he replied, "but it would fulfil my fantasies too. It was bad enough holding myself back when you were 18. Trying to do it now would be impossible."

And at that moment, he stepped forward to embrace her. His arms drew her in as she kissed his lips, so gently. Almost instantly, his hands slid up her back, cupping her breast, before sliding under her top. He slipped his hand up her sides, gently removing her top and then with a deft twist of his hand, unhooked her bra letting is slide to the floor. Gently he lifted her onto his desk before moving his hands between her legs. As they continued to kiss his hand crept towards her pussy, just as hers fell to his trousers. Gently unzipping him, she let his trousers fall, before sliding her hand inside his boxer to release his thick 8" cock. She knew that it was bigger than anything she'd had before, but she also knew that she wanted it more than anything else... she'd wanted it for longer.

Within minutes, their bodies were stripped and as he parted her legs and moved his cock towards her, he leaned in and whispered to her,

"I hope you're going to enjoy this placement."

And with that, his cock began to slide inside her, fulfilling both their dreams.

Back to School



I walked towards the Social Sciences building on the University campus, head hanging slightly. The weather was cool and the air crisp - reminders that summer was rapidly coming to an end. I was feeling somewhat discouraged. The harsh removal of freedom and the installment of regimen back into my life after a carefree summer certainly did not create the most welcoming of feelings. I could see it now: another year of boring material and stressful exams in classes I didn't even know why I was taking. I was not one of those people who were in university with a career in mind. Rather I had gone through two years of 'higher education' taking a mix of classes with no apparent rhyme or reason to my selections. I had taken everything from Biology and Chemistry to Art and the occasional English class.

I glanced down at the folded up schedule I carried in my hand as I entered the building. The words 'Anthropology 101' ran across the 8:00 AM time slot. Why the hell am I taking a first year Anthropology class I wondered to myself. I shook my head as I made my way through the throng of bodies crowding the halls. I considered not going. Is this class gonna' be a waste of time? Probably. There must be something better to take? I could think of nothing. And so I entered the lecture hall. The room was massive and probably seated close to 300 people. I took a seat in the back of the hall thinking this class might be good for some extra sleep.

I looked around the room, which was beginning to fill up. I noticed a lot of cute looking young women and preppy looking guys - mainly first year students - crowding into the seats up front. This was likely their first university class ever. I could tell because they were still brimming with excitement. This was the big leagues! They were adults, here to be educated so that they would become something and conquer the world. Little did they realize that one third of them would probably drop out before year's end. I marveled for a moment at how cynical I had become, but I had been here for two years already and I knew how things went. That bubbly exuberance would wear off before long. Probably after the midterm. Maybe sooner.

I yawned with the prospect of what was to come, that being the inevitable run through of course outlines and administrative garbage that no one really cared about. That was when the professor walked into the room. She was female and looked to be about 30 years of age. I perked up considerably as my eyes ran over her curvaceous figure. It would have been easy to mistake her for a 'mature' student. But she wasn't. She was here to teach this class. Could this be? Professors were not supposed to be attractive young women. Never had I even considered such a possibility. I leaned forward slightly, now almost regretting sitting so far away. Her light brown hair hung to her shoulders in subtle waves, framing an attractive, albeit serious face. Even from where I sat I could see her eyes were brown as well -- a very deep brown. The dress she wore hinted that the body beneath it was firm and well shaped.

I was still giving my full attention to her body when she spoke. "This is Anthropology 101. Anyone not interested in Anthropology may leave now." I was taken aback as I realized, from the sharp edge to her voice in those first words she spoke, that she didn't really want to be here any more than I had five minutes earlier. 

I was chuckling softly to myself at the irony of it all when she wrote her name and email address on the board and introduced herself to the class as Dr. Hottly. Dr. Hottly? That's her name? No Bloody way! I didn't think this could get any better! The remainder of the lecture was spent going over required textbooks and the like. I left the room having decided I would remain in this class. Definitely.

Over the course of the next several weeks I did not miss a single Anthropology class. I sat closer to the front of the room so that I would be able to admire this gem of a professor. It was a little weird at first - I mean, she was a Prof and I was a measly little undergraduate student. But I couldn't help myself when it came to fantasizing about this woman. As her outfits changed from day to day my original conclusion that she had a great body was affirmed. She had nice round breasts and a shapely ass as well as a set of legs to die for. Long, curvy, and strong -- they were amazing.

The only problem was her attitude. She had the most grating of personalities and was incredibly sarcastic at times. At first it bothered me. It diminished her apparent physical perfection. But slowly I learned to ignore it and focus on the 'good stuff'. So she had a bitchy attitude. Who cares? I could still spend Anthro class staring at her sexy body.

This routine worked for a while, but soon the thrill of just looking began to wear off. I found myself wanting to talk to her. I wanted to get closer to her. Just being able to get myself into the same room as her without three hundred other people would definitely be a challenge considering how she seemed to feel about this class. Nevertheless, I decided I would try. I walked towards her office later that afternoon, determined to get myself in there somehow. I reached out to knock on the door just as it opened and she stepped out. She carried a stack of papers and had spun around so quickly to pull the door closed that she didn't even notice me standing there. She backed into me, her ass bumping me ever so briefly. A little shiver of excitement moved through me. She turned to see who was there.

"Dr. Hottly, I am in your......" 

"I'm sorry, but it will have to wait. I'm busy right now," she interrupted me.

And with that she was off down the hall, her legs carrying her quickly away. The fast pace at which she walked made her ass and legs look so good. Damn, she was hot!

I made two more attempts to talk to Dr. Hottly over the next couple of weeks, both to no avail. She refused to talk to me each time. I was getting a bit frustrated. In the back of my mind I knew the whole thing was ludicrous. What would happen if she actually talked to me? What would I do? When I thought about it this all seemed beyond reason. 

I next attempted to visit this stunning professor one particular morning before class. I figured this would be my last try. If it didn't happen this time, I'd just forget it. I decided it was probably a stupid idea anyway. I walked up to her office door and knocked upon it, already expecting the usual rejection or empty room. Thus, I was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door and told me to come in. It was so unexpected that I was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Can I help you?" she asked, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Yeah....I'm in your 101 class......," 

"And?"

"And, uh, I was wondering......," I was stammering pitifully was what I was doing.

"You've been coming up here for weeks now. Surely there is something you wanted to ask me?" she reminded me. 

She had a bit of a crooked smile on her face. In my mind I thought it was ever so suggestive of.....what? I wasn't sure, but damn it I was hot for her! For the love of hell, I wished I could think of something to say!

"You know, I have to get ready for class so perhaps you best get going unless there was something else?" she continued.

So that was it, I thought. My chance was blown because of my ineptitude. I got up to leave, feeling downright embarrassed. As I was going out the door she spoke.

"Why don't you come back at five this afternoon and we can...talk...then."

The pause in her sentence was evident. Was she mocking my apparent inability to speak coherently? I turned to her and she was smiling alluringly at me. Was I imagining things? Was I crazy? Or was she suggesting what I dearly hoped she was suggesting?

"Uh....o.k.," I stammered yet again. 

Cringing at myself for my continued lack of control of my supposed native language I opened her office door to leave. As I was pulling the door closed, I stole one more glance back at Dr. Hottly. She winked at me. At least I think she did. This was insane! My mind was working overtime for the rest of the day. Over and over again I replayed the conversation in my mind and each time I reached the same conclusion. She knew I was hot for her. I wondered if she was toying with me by asking me to come back. What was going on in her mind? Did I dare to even dream about what might be?

The clock seemed to move at half speed as I waited for 5 PM to roll around. I had no focus in my other classes. I just wanted to get back to that office. She dominated my thoughts now. My imagination ran wild as I imagined what it would be like to be with her.

At last it was 4:50 PM and I was headed towards that office. I was nervous with anticipation and my hand shook as I reached out to knock on her door. I waited for a few moments, but there was no response. My heart sank as I figured she must have forgotten or maybe purposely left to send me a clear message. I was about to leave when the door opened.

"You made it," stated Dr. Hottly, "come in."

"Thanks," I replied. 

Back in her office again I noticed some things I hadn't paid attention to earlier. It was a good sized room with a large desk, her chair behind it and two more in front of it. There was some artwork -- mainly consisting of stunning and picturesque nature scenes. Perhaps these were locations she had visited on Anthropological expeditions. Off to the side against the wall was a comfortable looking couch with a lamp and table beside it. I noticed several academic and educational type magazines on the table. She must have spent a lot of time here.

I turned my attention back to her and found she was standing right behind me. I was incredibly nervous and was sure she could sense it. I looked into her eyes, my uneasiness surely shining through. She gazed back at me, but, in contrast, she seemed totally confident and sure of herself. She placed her hand against my chest and moved me a few steps towards the couch against the wall. As we got closer her hand began to trail lower towards my waist. It slid underneath my shirt and as she touched the bare skin of my tummy an electrifying sensation ran through me. She had both hands on me now and they moved up towards my chest again, taking my shirt up with them. A moment later the piece of clothing was on the floor and her hands were gliding smoothly over my bare upper body. 

I could scarcely believe this was happening. I wanted to put my hands on that body, but I was afraid. She pushed me back softly so that I would sit down on the couch. As she did so I finally put my inhibitions aside and reached out, grabbing her around the waist with both hands. I pulled her down onto the couch with me. We ended up with me sitting and her on her knees straddling my thighs. 

My right hand moved up her back and then came around underneath her arm, slowly, to cup her breast through the dress she was wearing. Several buttons ran up the front of her garment and I slowly began to undo them. I slid both hands inside her clothes and up onto her well formed shoulders. I ran my fingers through her hair behind her neck and this caused her to lean her head back. Her back arched slightly and her chest moved closer to my face. Her smell enveloped me, filled me. I breathed it in deeply. I ran my hands to the side, over her shoulders and down her arms causing her dress to fall from her upper body and down to her waist. Her skin was so soft. The black bra she wore was low cut and strapless making her tits look spectacular. I touched them, running my hands across them and putting my fingers in her tight cleavage. The bra unclipped in the front and I wasted no more time in undoing it. As it fell to the floor I was faced with her stunning naked breasts. I took one in each hand, softly trailing my fingers over the sensitive nipple area and then pressing firmly. I leaned forward and took one nipple in my mouth, licking and then biting softly. This elicited a quick gasp and a soft moan.

As I continued to play with her chest using my mouth my hand dropped lower to feel the smooth skin of her stomach. I ran my fingers just underneath the waistband of her panties while continuing to run my tongue over her tits. This got an even better reaction! 

I could tell she was getting seriously aroused as I continued to kiss and lick her body and she made quiet moaning sounds. She pushed herself against me and, as she did so, I slid my hand inside her panties to take hold of her glorious ass. As she pressed against my crotch I pulled harder. She gasped. I got really fucking hard. 

I got to my feet, literally picking her up with me, carried her a few steps, and laid her down on her large desk. She had her arms wrapped around my neck and as I gently lowered her down she pulled me towards her, refusing to relinquish her grasp on me. She lifted her head and our mouths came together. I wrapped my lips around her tongue and sucked before releasing it and kissing her some more. 

Again I started to trail my mouth lower, first to her neck and then to her chest. She was only too happy to let me return my attention to her breasts. I could tell she loved me biting gently, and once in a while a little harder, on her nipples. I did not maintain my focus here long though. I ran my tongue down her stomach, pausing to lick her belly button before continuing lower. I came to the dress that still covered the lower half of her awesome body.

She lifted her hips slightly and I pulled the dress and her panties off at the same time. I stopped briefly to admire her fully naked body. As I looked over her I slid my hands down her bare thighs and then back up the insides of her toned legs. I reached underneath her knee and lifted her leg up and to the side. This exposed her pussy to my eyes. I could see it was wet. She had a perfect little strip of hair just above the full lips that I wanted to taste. I pressed my mouth against the inside of her thigh just above her bent knee and inhaled deeply through my nose. Kissing the skin softly I ran my tongue up the inside of her leg. I kissed the skin in the crease of her leg just beside her pussy. She twitched slightly. A small movement of my head and my tongue was on the slit between her legs. She moaned and arched her back as I kissed her mound. I pressed my tongue in ever so slightly. Her pussy was like a second mouth as I kissed and sucked on her lower lips and pushed my tongue further inside her. I licked up the full length of her slit several times in quick succession. Each time my tongue hit her clit she jolted. I spread her lips apart with my fingers, exposing her most sensitive spot. I put my lips around it. With her clit inside my mouth I pressed my tongue in, rolling around it and across it while give gentle sucking pressure. She was writhing. She grabbed hold of my head and pulled my mouth more firmly against her womanhood. Rhythmically, my tongue glided back and forth over this super-sensitive part of her body. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of satisfaction.

Suddenly, frantically, she pushed me up. She tore at my belt and pants to get them undone and off of me. The smell of sex hung in the air as she licked my mouth that had just been all over her pussy. I kicked off my pants, which she had pushed down and we clung to each other, neither of us willing to relinquish the touch of the other. We sank to the floor as hands, mouths, feet and legs were used in the caressing and touching of each other's bodies.

I came to a position on top of her and my thundering erection found the warm spot between her legs. I pressed softly, the penetration ever so slight. Pausing, I looked into her eyes and smiled -- this time confidently. She returned the gesture as her hands took hold of my butt and pulled me fully inside her. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head as every nerve fired with the sensation of feeling the warmth and wetness of her cavity sliding along my shaft. I continued to thrust, every penetration being accentuated by the lifting and pressing of her hips against me. The pace quickened. Faster and faster we moved against each other. Our mutual enjoyment was evident as her gasping and moaning mixed with my deeper, more masculine vocalizations. While one of my hands supported my weight the other was on her tits, on her belly, on her face, and all the while my cock moved in and out, in and out. The torrent of sensation hit its peak. Like stars bursting in the night sky our worlds were filled with an explosion of passion and I emptied myself deep inside her. As my final thrust pressed deep within her glorious body she somehow pulled me even further inside her. She ground against me and I could tell she too was cumming hard. The ecstasy she felt seemed to be so intense she could do nothing more than simply keep me pressed firmly and solidly against her. 

As the intensity of what we had just experienced slowly began to subside, we lay naked together. I was still inside her. We simply enjoyed the closeness of our bodies being intertwined.

I had no comprehension of what time it was or how many hours or minutes had passed. Neither do I know how I managed to separate myself from this woman and leave her office. Would this ever happen again? Could it? These were the thoughts making their way through my mind as I walked down the quiet hall. Just before I rounded the corner, I permitted myself to glance back towards her office. She was standing in her doorway, watching me leave, just as I had done to her on that day so long before. I wondered if she was also thinking that my ass looked good. I felt my heart rate quicken a bit and I smiled at her. She smiled right back at me. Yes, we would definitely see each other again.



Back to School



It all started the day John got a letter in the mail; it was an invitation to his school reunion back home. John was proud of what he had achieved in his life; he had a good job and a house. The only secret John had was that he was a closet cross dresser; he loved to feel feminine from time to time. John or Julie as he likes to call himself when dressing was able to do it well as he had a girlish face and nice figure. 

It was the night of the reunion and John began to get ready for the event, when he made a decision to go as Julie. He though why not, if it doesn't work out he won't have to face these people again. Julie slipped on a pair of black stockings with a lacey band, the feel of the stocking rolling up her legs made her cock go rock hard. She had to wait for her cock to go down before slipping on a pair of biki briefs which made her arse look great. Putting on her tight mini skirt which showed off her stunning ass she threw on a black bra with fake implants and a red tank top. After doing her make up and putting on a blonde wig she stood looking at her self in the mirror, looking at this beautiful woman she had become. Julie had never gone outside the house like this before but tonight she had a feeling she was going to get lucky. She was hoping to suck her first cock, for so long she had want to try this but here if it didn't work she could walk away and never hear of it again.

Julie arrived at the hotel where the reunion was being held, stepping out of the taxi walking across the car park she could see men looking at her like they want to fuck her. She told the girl at the door she was John's wife and he had gone back to their hotel to grab his wallet.

Julie walked over to the bar and stood next to two men having a beer. Their attention quickly turned to Julies sexy legs; they were drooling over every curve of her body. Julie knew them as John's friends from school, so she introduced her self and they introduced themselves as Tim and Sean. Julie told them she was waiting for John her husband to return from getting his wallet. The two men both said they knew John and they were all really good friends at school. That's when she whispered in Sean's ear, John has all ways liked to share is things. Sean then whispered some thing in Tim's ear, and then told Julie she should come for a private drink in their room upstairs. Winking at Sean and Tim, Julie left with them to their room.

Once the doors of the lift had closed Sean could not keep his hands off Julie and began kissing her passionately and rubbing her sexy legs. Julie managed to begin to rub Tim's cock through his pants; his cock was solid as a rock. They eventually got to their room; the boys went to the bedroom while Julie still keeping up the game said she was just going to text John and tell him to join us. 

Julie walked into the bedroom to find the men naked on the end of the bed. Julie got on her knees and took a cock in each hand and began to stroke them. Julie decided she want to suck Sean's 8 inch cock first, she began to lick the tip of his cock. She wanted to tease his beautiful cock and make her first time a good one. After circling the tip of his cock she took his cock in her mouth and began working it in her mouth while still stroking Tim's cock. She managed to deep throat him and hold that position, this really excited Julie and her own cock was now hard as a rock. Moving to the bed she than begins to give Tim some attention and suck his 6 inch cock right down to the base of his balls. She gentally massaged is balls as Tim begins to thrust in her mouth with his cock. Sean begins to run his hands over her arse and feels her box, to which he moves his hand away in surprise. Sean whispers some thing to Tim, but Tim does not seem to care as he enjoys having his cock sucked by this beautiful woman.

To Julies surprise Sean slips her cock out the side of her panties and begins to lick the tip of her very erect cock. Sean slowly begins to suck her cock letting a little more of her 7 inch cock side in his moist mouth. Julie is pure in excasy as she is sucking cock while having her own need taken care of. Julie begins to fuck Sean's mouth with long deep thrust of her cock, Tim moans in pleasure as his cock is getting the blow job of its life. Julies speed has increase, her cock begins to twitch and with one last thrust in Sean's mouth she empties her load wave after wave. Sean swallows every drop and licks her cock clean from tip to base.

Julie is impressed by Sean taking her load and decides he should fuck her first. She moans to Sean to fuck her virgin arse and archers her arse towards him. Sean begins to lick her virgin arse moist and inserts a finger in her tight arse. Soon he has her arse lose and Julie begs him to fuck her. Slipping some lube in her arse and his cock he slowly puts the head in her arse, slowing working it in her, Julies love tunnel opens for Sean to slip all 8 inches of cock in. Julies moans with pleasure as Sean cock slow slides in and out of her arse, she can't believe she is getting fucked for the first time. Sean's momentum builds and Julie is fucking back just as hard on his 8 inch cock, which massages her prostate with every penetration to the hilt. Her cock is fully erect and oozing with pre-cum. Sean cock starts to twitch in her passage, Tim is also on the verge of explosion and with one last thrust Sean fills her virgin arse with load after load of jism. Tim blows his load as her virgin hole is being filled, Tim cum taste salty on Julies tongue and she is having trouble keeping it all in her mouth as she swallows his monster load.

Julie collapses on the bed, but Tim surprises her by taking her cock oozing cum and licking it off. Slowly bring her to erection, while fingering his own hole, Tim grabs the lube and rubs it on Julies cock. He then puts some in his arse and gets on all fours and asks Julies to fuck him hard. Julie rest her throbbing cock on Tim's hole and gentle slides in to a hilt. With one thrust her 7 inch cock penetrates his hole as it opens up for her. Julie begins slow fucking Tim with all her cock; she can feel her balls touch his as she has all 7 inches inside. Working her cock is his passage she gains rhythm and pulls his arse tight to her as she fucks him. Sean is now horny and slips his cock back inside of Julie and in tandem they fuck in an orgy. Moans of pleasure come from Julie and the sloppy noise from Sean's cock fucking Julies cum soaked hole makes Tim's cock twitches with excitement. The twitching cause is hole to contract around Julie cock and she explodes a load of cum in his tight hole. Sean can't take it as well and lets another big load of cum into Julies arse as she takes every last drop.

Julie rolls over, puts her knees around her head and begs Tim to fuck her hole and fill it with his jism. Tim's cock easy slides in her cum soaked hole, which makes it easy for Tim to fuck her hard. With every thrust cum leaks out the side of her passage. Julie can believe the pleasure she has had from taking two men and is moaning with ecstasy. Tim is really fucking her hard just like a man would fuck a woman in the missionary position. Tim looks Julies in the eyes with every thrust of his cock and soon he is balls are ready to explode. Tim pulls his cock out and cums all over Julies cock, rubbing their cocks together in orgasm.

After a while Julie takes a shower and cleans up, she tells the boys she better go find John. To which Sean replies John is you wanted to fuck us like that all you had to do is ask. Julie said I will keep that in mind, we should catch up before we leave this town.



Back to School



Phillip Johnson

Chapter One

Saturday morning I found her note propped up against the coffee pot. "Russ, sorry to do this to you honey, but Haley needs me right now and I'll call you about the first of the week and let you know how things are going. If an emergency comes up leave a message on my cell phone because I won't be able to use it in the hospital. I guess that's all for now. Enjoy your days as a bachelor and I'll see you by Wednesday unless something comes up," and Joyce's name was scrawled at the bottom. 

I Wasn't looking forward to my days as a bachelor, but I understood that Joyce wanted to be there for her sister's surgery. My day started by dropping my shaver in the sink and busting it all to hell. Then I put on a pair of jeans only to find the zipper had come apart. My day didn't get much better after that either.

Other than a couple of games that I liked to play on the computer, I didn't really have anything that held my interest. Certainly no hobbies. We lived in town in a modest three bedroom house sitting on a modest and typical city lot and that was fine by me. Minimal upkeep other than trim the evergreens that sheltered the patio from the afternoon sun and half an hour to mow the yard once or twice a week. 

Our neighbors to our right were quite a bit older than us and the neighbors to our left were quite a bit younger than us, so there wasn't a lot of bonding going on there. I'd see Glen or Theo and wave, but that was all. Oh yeah, they were quite gay. Nice guys I guess but we had nothing in common. To summarize, I was bored before I even had lunch and I had four or more days to go before Joyce would be home. 

I even mowed the yard and trimmed those eight foot tall evergreens, as much for something to do as anything else, before returning to my computer and the games. I thought losing my hundred dollar shaver was bad, but what was to happen to me next would make me forget about that shaver and most everything else.

My computer was still booted up so I dropped into my office chair and brought up the game I was going to play. Then my computer locked up. I rebooted, but once again it locked up even when I tried to open a simple file. Now I was officially in a very bad mood and stomped out of the computer room as I spewed a string of expletives. Once I had settled down I remembered Joyce's old computer in the basement. She had a brand new laptop and I had just disconnected her old one and put it on my workbench downstairs. I disconnected mine and straightened up the wires, and then brought hers up and hooked it up using my components. 

In minutes I was back in business. Still in a bad mood, but at least I could do some gaming. Then I discovered her computer was password protected. I tried our usual ones, but they didn't work so I stopped and tried to think it through. Why the hell did she use a password anyway? It was just the two of us after all. I had nothing better to do so I tried different possible words, but I knew I wasn't going to get any place like that. 

Then I remembered she had her new Mustang so I tried that word, but that too failed. Once again my memory helped me by remembering we usually added numbers at the end, so I tried Mustang oh eight, the year of her car, and I was in. I sat there and savored my little victory and then looked at her desktop. I saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I decided I would check our e-mail before I started playing. There were only a few and I forwarded a couple of those and then deleted all of them. I was settling down by then and leaned back and decided to clean out the sent and deleted files e-mails and even did a disc scan before I would spend the rest of the day playing. I started with the deleted files. There were quite a few, but most of them were from Rob78333. Who the hell was that, I wondered. 

I started at the first one of those and it appeared to be a fairly benign note from some guy named Rob. Then the next one dated a couple of days later was longer and more personal. On I went until I read one that in my opinion went beyond acceptable language, so I checked her sent files and soon found a whole series that she had sent to Rob. Those too were well beyond acceptable. I copied them one by one and put them in order by date. His email and her reply or her email and his reply. I read them as I copied them and was soon being pulled into their secret online affair.

One that Rob wrote for example read, "I loved your last note to me. Thank you for saying those nice and very sexy things to me. Even though we only met that one time I could envision you as you toyed with yourself as you described what you were doing. I looked at the picture of you that you sent me and just added your writing and I was transported to your bed. I was so excited and turned on I had to take my problem in hand. Joyce honey I really hope we can get together soon I love sharing emails with you but I want to be able to touch you and look at you in person. Please send me more pictures of you and I'll get some of me to you as well. I still remember how it was when we spent that evening talking over dinner and drinks and how I was so overwhelmed by you, even though we did nothing more than talk and hold hands. I think of you everyday love. Until next time....Rob."

I was so damn mad I could hardly see to continue reading, but I went to her reply and read, "Hi Rob. I was so very excited that I did myself that night as I thought about us. Like you, I wish we could see each other in person again. I still remember your touch and your smile and I can still feel the electricity between us. I look forward to getting your pictures baby. I just hope you're not wearing too many clothes. Better yet don't have anything on." The last of her email was more mundane, but it didn't matter because I couldn't read anymore of her crap. Without reading them I continued to save and print every email between them and put them in an orderly stack. As long as I stayed busy I could cope with what I had just discovered, but as soon as I stopped, my world crashed around my ears and I cried. 

I got up and walked around and I cried and then I got so mad I was looking for things to throw. I was seething with anger now and if I just knew who that Rob was I'd go find him and beat the crap out of him.

I tried to think objectively and figure out when she might have written those messages but I finally decided it didn't really matter. I had the dates but even that wasn't all that important other than to prove all of those emails had been a fairly recent. Some semblance of control returned and I picked up an email at random and it was from Rob. "Joyce honey when we met at the restaurant and I held you in my arms I was floating. 

That whole evening was an amazing and wonderful experience for me and my head is still spinning. I still have to smile when I remember you peeling off your blouse for me while we were still in the parking lot. I loved you and I couldn't take my eyes off of you, but then that guy that saw you couldn't either. I have to laugh when I remember how you turned to face him and he stared. You are so damn hot honey."

I still didn't know if or when they actually made love so rather than torture myself by reading all of them I went to the end and started with the last one and planned to work my way back until I had my answer. I didn't have to read very far. 

"Rob baby you were awesome. My body still tingles when I think about us making love last night. It was even better than our first time a few days ago. Please tell me we can be together again soon. I don't know how I can work it but if you can find a way to get away from Beth, I'll figure out a way to be with you. Then she signed it by saying, "I love you."

That was all I needed to know and all I could handle. I knew what I had to do, but I had to stop my feelings of rage and try to think straight. I had to confront her and I had to prove to her that I knew everything, but I didn't want her to know how I knew so much. I didn't even know why I didn't want her to know that I'd read her emails, but I was keeping that a secret for the time being. I also wanted to find out who Rob was. It wasn't essential, but I wanted to know just the same and that became my focus for the next three days. I looked in our list of phone numbers for any Robs that might be listed. Then I tried to connect the name with people she had mentioned from her office but I just couldn't remember very many. Then Sunday night I tried to see if I could figure out what seven eight three three three meant. I knew my chances of figuring that out were slim but I had to try. 

Since there were five numbers I started by trying to think of last names with five letters. My only hope was that was his way to remember his code name. I had my system and I used numbers and words that meant something to us rather than just random picks. I'd never be able to remember all of my passwords otherwise. On top of that I used the same password for several different functions and that helped me a lot. Then Monday afternoon as I sat in my office, Rob came into my mind yet again and I stared at my desk for a minute thinking. Then I looked at the phone and saw the letters next to the numbers. Damn, could it be that simple? I wrote down the sixteen corresponding letters and started making lists of possible words that could be made. 

I had to stop and get back to work, but as soon as I was home I hit it again. Any five letter words that I could create out of those sixteen letters went on my list. By Tuesday I had a rather long list. Then I drew a line through any word that didn't sound like it could possibly be a last name. It was just after dinner when I remembered him. Rob Steed. A sales rep that Joyce had mentioned several times but I had forgotten about. I remembered he called on her weekly, but I didn't know whether or not he was from Maryville. I looked up his name in the phone book and found four Steeds but none named Rob. Then I went to Knoxville and looked him up there. There were ten with that last name but only one named Rob. There was a Robert but I had a feeling he always went with Rob. I was so sure I was right that I dialed the number. If he answered I'd just hang up but if his wife answered I would have to talk fast. 

"Hello."

"Hello is this the Steed's?"

"Yes it is."

"My name is Russ and you don't know me, but I have proof that your husband and my wife are having an affair."

"What? Are you certain?"

"As sure as I'm breathing. I have copies of their emails back and forth. Is it safe for you to talk?"

"Yes of course Eileen, how can I help?"

"I understand, let me give you my number and address."

"Yes of course." I gave her the information and she asked me, "Is she very ill?"

"Quite ill in fact, and the deadline is tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh my that is serious. Okay let me tell Rob, and tell her Beth is on her way."

"Thank you Beth and I'll be waiting for you."

Chapter Two

It was over an hour before she pulled into my driveway. I met her outside and we shook hands and before she could say anything I told her, "Beth before we go inside I want to show you something so you'll know I'm not some nut trying to pull something." I waited while she read two of the most damning e-mails and then she let her hand that held them drop to her side before looking at me. "Beth I'm sorry. I just discovered all of this myself a few days ago and it's taken me this long before I figured out who it was that she was having the affair with."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and asked me, "How did you ever figure that out?"

"Let's go inside where we're more comfortable and I'll explain everything."

As we went into the living room I asked her if she wanted something to drink but she declined. I sat across from her and told her all that I had discovered and how I came up with her husband's name. "Beth if you want to see all of the e-mails just say so."

"Not right now, but thank you. How long do you think this has been going on?"

"I only know as far back as the e-mails go and that's about five weeks worth but I just don't know beyond that." 

"I don't know what to say or even think."

"I don't either. I didn't suspect Joyce of anything at all, so this has really hit me hard."

"I'm sure it has. I've suspected Rob of straying before but this still really hurts me."

"Beth, Joyce will be home tomorrow afternoon and that's when I plan to confront her. Would it be possible for you not to say anything to Rob until then?"

"Yes. I just won't go home for a couple of hours and he'll be asleep in the chair or on the couch. After that he won't feel much like talking and I won't see him in the morning. He thinks I'm with my sick friend right now." I was looking at her and thinking about something so when I didn't comment she asked me, "Are you okay Russ?"

"I'm sorry, yes I'm okay all things considered, but an idea just came to me."

We talked for the next half an hour and then I offered her a glass of port and she accepted. 

"Russ I know that as soon as I leave here I'm going to fall to pieces."

"Then stay until you need to get home. You don't want to be out there wandering around by yourself with all of this on your mind. At least we can keep each other distracted a little bit."

"How long have you and Joyce been married?"

"Just over five years."

"Not very long at all, but Rob and I've only been married eight years."

"I just wish I knew or could understand why she would do this to me. I thought we had a pretty good marriage."

"Were you two getting into some kind of rut or were you fighting a lot?"

"We didn't fight often and when we did it was more of a spat that would just fizzle and we'd get on with our lives. Were we in a rut? We were in a routine, but I don't know when a routine would be considered a rut so maybe we were."

"We all fall into a routine I think, and I don't see that as a bad thing unless it becomes so bad that it causes friction."

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable but even our love life was pretty good."

She smiled and said, "They've been sharing a bed so I guess we can at least talk candidly. I thought Rob's and mine was okay too but...you know maybe that's part of it. Our love lives were okay. Not good it would seem and certainly not great, but just okay. When I think of it that way I start to see it differently."

"I see what you mean. I think the pressures of work and advancement do take their toll on us. It should never interfere with our love life, but I guess it does sometimes."

"I do know that even after we have confronted them I'm not going to feel any better. I'm not going to feel like a weight has been lifted from me or that I'll want to go out and have fun."

"I won't either. If anything I'll probably just cry and take one day at a time."

"What about anger or hate?"

"I wish I could sort it all out. I'm mad as hell at both of them for ruining two marriages. Well one at least because I don't know how you plan to handle your side of it."

"I don't either, but the way I feel right now tells me I won't be married much longer either."

"You know if I had abused her physically or emotionally I would understand. If we had major financial problems I might be able to understand, and if our sex life was a disaster I'd understand, but none of those things have been an issue."

Beth was quiet as she tasted her port and looked down at her deep red wine as she slowly swirled it in her glass. 

I just watched her and let her work through whatever she was thinking about, and then she took a long drink and paused before saying, "I even agreed to experiment with bondage because that's something he was interested in. I let him..." then she looked at me and shared a thin smile and said, "Well we tried several different things with him. Not so much because I wanted to, but because he wanted to. I'm not saying I hated those things either, but I did that for him more than for me at the beginning."

"Beth, don't feel like you need to answer this but I'll ask it anyway. Did you and Rob experiment with flashing or exhibitionism or anything like that?"

She looked at me about half surprised and then said, "Yes, several times in fact, but what made you ask that?"

"Because Joyce and Rob were trying that too and from the sounds of it Joyce was enjoying herself."

"Had you and Joyce ever tried that?"

"We never had and I've never seen any indication that she might want to or even be willing to do that."

"We both know we're going to have unanswered questions and that's likely to be one of them."

Then I smiled at her and asked, "Did you enjoy doing that?"

She hesitated then before answering with a guilty look, "Yes. Well most of it if we didn't get too carried away. I liked the feeling I got and I liked knowing I could get Rob so excited just by showing my boobs to some unsuspecting guy as we passed them or as the elevator door closed. Things like that." She emptied her glass and to my surprise she added, "I even lifted my short skirt one time and flashed some guy when I wasn't wearing any panties." Then she realized what she had just said, and blushed. "I'm sorry I'm getting a little carried away."

I laughed and said, "Thank you for sharing that. Beth we're being dragged through some pretty ugly things right now so the more relaxed and open we can be with each other the better. I'm already sure we'll be friends long after all of this is over and we've moved on with our lives."

She leaned back then and actually smiled. "Yes I think we will be. We certainly have a good start at building a strong bond between us."

"Do you and Rob have any children?"

I saw a cloud pass over her as she answered, "No. I was into my fifth month of pregnancy when I lost my baby."

"How long ago was that?"

"Seven months ago. Now the doctor isn't very hopeful that I'll get pregnant again."

"I'm so sorry Beth."

"Thank you. I was so devastated at the time, but now I'm almost thankful as cruel and heartless as that sounds."

"I really do understand. It's funny because it wasn't that long ago that Joyce and I talked about having a baby, but we wanted to wait until next year. I'm not even sure why we made that decision now, but I'm glad we didn't decide to go ahead."

"I really hate to go home and have to look at Rob."

"I hate to have you go. It really helps talking to you and...I don't know, sharing the misery I guess. Besides, I find I really like you and think Rob has to be out of his mind."

She smiled and said, "Thank you. I don't know if you meant that, but it helps to hear you say that."

"I did mean that. It takes a lot longer than this to really get to know somebody, but I know I'm right. Now if I find out you're a hard line republican I might have to rethink that." She smiled again and stood up.

"Russ would you mind if I called you from time to time?"

"Not at all. In fact I suggest that maybe in a couple of weeks we should get together for dinner and compare notes."

"I'd like that."

"Maybe you'll share another of your flashing incidents with me." Once again she blushed as she looked at me. "I'm teasing you, but at the same time I thought that was so adventurous of you that I'd love to hear more of your crazy stunts. The more we can smile or laugh the better we'll do."

She smiled and kissed my cheek at the door but I walked her out to her car and watched as she slid in behind the wheel. "Russ I so wish none of this had ever happened, but I'm glad I met you."

"I feel the same way Beth. I wish I could do something to help you, but I'm afraid we each have to fight our own battles right now."

"We do, but we have each other as backup now too." She backed out and then smiled and waved as she headed home and I went inside to compose an e-mail to Rob and call Haley. 




Back to School



Chapter Three

I refilled my glass with port and called Haley. When she answered I said, "Hi, how did your surgery go?"

"Oh that, it was nothing and I'm fine now. They didn't even put me to sleep, they just made me very sleepy and a little drunk feeling."

"I'm glad. Listen did Joyce get there?"

"Yes, did you want to talk to her?"

"No, I just wondered, I can talk to her tomorrow when she gets home. Did she get there in good time?"

"Yes. She expected to be here by four yesterday, but she was almost two hours early. She must have driven like a crazy person."

She must have. Listen, don't mention to her that I called okay?"

"Okay, but why not, is everything okay?"

"I'll call you in a few days and explain it all."

"Promise?"

"I promise Haley. Kisses to you and I'm glad you're doing so well."

"Thank you Russ, bye." So now I knew that my darling wife didn't even need to be there for Haley, and on top of that there were a couple of days Joyce was unaccounted for. I was really getting mad now.

Then I jumped on her computer and composed an e-mail to Rob. "Hi love, it's me are you surprised? Listen I have to type this quickly because Russ is in the next room, but can you get over here tomorrow right at one thirty? I have a surprise for you that will just blow you away. Let me know as soon as you can okay? Love you, bye for now." Then like her other ones I ended it with X's and O's across the bottom and hit send. There was no going back now.

I stayed in the computer room for what remained of the evening and checked my e-mail every few minutes, not trusting myself to hear the tone saying I had mail. It was almost eleven o'clock when his reply came in. "Joyce honey I'm so eager to see you that I reread your message twice. Of course I'll be there, but I can't stay too long. But a little time with you is so much better than no time with you. I can't wait to see what your surprise honey. I love you..." and that was the end. I'd hooked my fish, so now all I had to do was wait for him to come to me. Then I had another good cry.

I spent Wednesday morning working like a mad man, and then took the afternoon off. Beth arrived just after twelve and we shared a warm embrace and looked at each other. "Any last minute thoughts?"

"No. I'd give anything to have this all be a bad dream but it isn't and I think making sure they know there is no way they can lie their way out of this mess is a good thing."

"I'm going to do everything I can not to lose my temper with Joyce or cry. There's going to be no doubt about my anger and even rage, but I'm not going to let her see any weakness on my part. I can cry all I want afterward."

"I feel the same way Russ. I can't say I won't shed tears, because I know I will, but he will see my anger too."

"Have you thought about what you'll do afterward?"

"No, I'm going to just wait and see what happens and what is says. I have three or four possible scenarios in my mind so he's not about to catch me off guard and get me flustered. I'm far too mad to let that happen. Are you sure about her arrival time?"

"Based on the other times that she has made the drive, I'm pretty confident I'm accurate to within fifteen minutes."

"So you may have to face her and act normal for quite awhile then."

"I hope not, but I'm prepared to do that if I have to. I'm sorry I have to abandon you for awhile."

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine." Now all we had to do was pass the next forty five minutes or so and listen for her car to pull into the garage. I just hoped she didn't get home too early, because Beth would have to hide and I would have to hide my true feelings from Joyce until the right moment.

We sat on the side of the bed in the guest room and at first talked about our straying spouses, but then moved on to more pleasant topics. "Beth I know we just met but I'm really glad you're here."

"And I'm glad I have you to lean on Russ. I like to think that we would have survived this disaster on our own, but having each other to lean on will help a lot. Misery really does love company I guess." I smiled just as we heard the garage door opening. We looked at each other and she leaned over to me and kissed me lightly. "Good luck Russ."

"Good luck to you Beth. We will survive just as you said and in the end we will be stronger."

"And wiser I hope." We shared a quick embrace and then I headed toward the kitchen to greet my wife as she came in from the garage.

Chapter Four 

I was standing at the table when she appeared and I felt my stomach turn. For an instant it was great to see her again, but then reality invaded my thoughts. She was pulling her small suitcase behind her and smiled at me when she saw me. "I didn't expect you to be home."

"We had a power failure at the office," I lied. "How is Haley?"

"Oh you know, recovering. Sick from the anesthesia and sore but getting better." She sounded so sincere and believable. I had to wonder just how often she had lied to me in the past that I wasn't aware of. "Did you enjoy your days as a bachelor?" 

"Not really ,but then I had no desire to go back to being a bachelor again." I very nearly said too much so I stopped talking and busied myself making coffee. I didn't really want any, but it was something to do at that moment. She came over and kissed me quickly and headed to the bedroom to empty her suitcase and put it away, and I looked at the kitchen clock. One fifteen. Fifteen minutes until Rob would arrive. I thought back to how hard I had worked to figure out who Rob seven eight three three three was. Now it really didn't matter and all of that effort and setting him up to confront him didn't seem all that important anymore. But on the other hand I was glad to have Beth to lean on and share my grief with, so that told me my efforts hadn't been wasted after all. It was like Beth had said before. We had each other as backup. We would have each other to turn to if and when things became overwhelming for either of us.

Joyce took her time unpacking and I had a very strong urge to go check on Beth hiding in the guest room. I was still thinking about her hiding in there when the doorbell rang. I quickly slipped into the bathroom and called out, "Joyce would you get that please?" The bathroom door was about half closed, but I had a glimpse of her as she headed toward the front door. I dashed across the hall to the guest room and looked at Beth as she stood there with tears in her eyes. I gave her a very quick hug and then raced to the end of the hall and staying just out of sight listened as she opened the door. She was almost whispering as she said, "What are you doing here, Russ is home."

I heard nothing, but I could easily imagine him standing there with a confused look on his face. I stepped out and said, "Well aren't you going to let him in?" Joyce looked at me and then at Rob, but she seemed to be having trouble thinking of what to say. "Come in Rob there's more to your surprise." I called back to Beth and softy told her to come out and a second later she was standing next to me. "Joyce darling I'd like you to meet Beth Steed. I'm sure Rob has mentioned her name to you a time or two. She's the woman who's life you two are destroying along with mine." Joyce was still silent as she stepped back and Rob appeared. "Not so nice to meet you Rob. Look around because it won't be long before Joyce doesn't live here anymore."

Joyce finally found her voice and said, "What do you mean...what's...what's this all about?"

Beth stepped forward and bluntly said, "It's about you fucking my husband. About both of you fucking behind our backs. Rob, just like Joyce you better be thinking about where you're going to live."

Then it was back to me. "Rob I'm sure you have figured it out by now, but just in case you haven't, I'm the one that sent you that e-mail." Joyce looked at me in confusion so I added, "Yes I know about your steamy notes to each other. In fact, Beth and I know quite a bit about your infidelities and yes I consider an on line affair as being unfaithful let alone actually fucking as Beth so accurately put it. Joyce, I'd suggest you spend the rest of this afternoon looking for a place to rent." Rob managed to mumble that he was leaving and he left her standing there crying softly.

Beth gave me a warm embrace before saying, "I'm leaving to Russ. Thank you for everything, but now I have to go home and take care of some things."

"Bye Beth and thanks for being here. We'll talk later." She walked over to Joyce and just stared at her for several seconds and then left. I didn't know what to do next. I hadn't thought about anything beyond the confrontation, so I went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee that I still didn't want. After a taste I added a generous amount of whisky to it and stood there sipping as I looked out of the window over the sink as Joyce headed to our bedroom. Then I had a second cup of coffee with just a little less whisky in it and then poured the rest of the coffee down the drain. Joyce finally reappeared but she was still crying as she said, "Russ I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry you've destroyed everything. If you had a problem or I was or wasn't doing something right, all you had to do was say so. You chose the wrong solution to a problem that I don't think even existed."

"I didn't mean for anything to happen, it just did."

"No it didn't just happen. You had to consciously say yes to him some time ago. Yes to dinner or drinks or whatever, but you said yes. Then you continued to say yes or I'm sure even instigated some things. Things like flashing... bondage...fucking...well you get the idea. Each time all you had to do was say no. But you didn't and I saw no evidence that you had any intention of ending your fling. I don't know if you really love him as you proclaim or not, and I really don't give a damn. That changes nothing as far as I'm concerned."

"Can't we at least try to put things back together?"

"That takes two of us and I just can't find it in me to forgive you and I could never trust you again."

"But I've never done anything like this before."

"I only have your word for that and you've lied to me often enough that your word isn't worth much. Besides, we're not talking about one roll in the bed. We're not talking about one passionate fucking event. We're talking about week after week after week of hot correspondence and screwing behind my back.

"But it hasn't been that long."

"Bingo, another lie. You just can't seem to tell the truth. Want me to show you your e-mails? All of them?" She didn't answer that question.

"So what happens now?"

"Now you find an apartment or whatever and we let the lawyers fight it out and decide who gets what and when."

"What about you getting an apartment?"

"I probably will before it's over. I know you can't afford the house on your own and I don't think I can either, but I'll tell you right now I'm not leaving until I have to. You brought this on I didn't."

"I think we could work this out if you'd just try."

"Try to forgive you for all that you have done? Try to forgive you for lying to me over and over? You just lied to me a minute ago and you lied to me about Haley's surgery and recovery. You lied to me about you even needing to be there for her. How the hell could you really expect me to turn my back on all of those lies? It isn't going to happen Joyce. If you lie to Rob the same way, you'll lose him too if that hasn't already happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Does he really love you or does he love the adventure of an affair? Does he say what you want to hear or does he mean it? He cheated on Beth again and again, so how do you know he hasn't cheated on you or won't in the future?" She just turned and walked away and within an hour she left the house without saying anything to me.

Chapter Five

I moved into the guest room and for the next four days we coexisted with minimal conversation, and I never let her see me cry or even show any emotion for that matter. By the fourth day I was past the crying and that was replaced with hurt. Deep down pain, but at least that kept my raging anger in check. 

Joyce finally rented a furnished apartment and then took what she needed of linens and kitchen items. As she prepared to leave for the last time she stopped and told me, "Russ I'm sorry, I really am."

"I am too Joyce. What was it about me or our relationship that made you vulnerable? What did you feel was missing or wrong with us?"

"I don't know, I really don't. Maybe our lives were becoming so predictable, but that's just a guess and I don't offer that as an excuse. Maybe someday I'll be able to understand what happened." Then she walked toward the front door, said goodbye and walked out of my life leaving her door key and garage door opener on the counter. For a minute I sat there and hoped her life would be a living hell, but then I wished her the best and cried once again until Will called.

"Hey Buddy."

"Hi Will."

"Damn, you sick or something?"

"Joyce and I have separated."

"You're shittin' me."

"I wish I was."

"No wonder I haven't heard from you, was this your doing or hers or is it none of my business?"

"Well if I can't tell you then I have another problem. It was my doing. Let's just say she found some outside entertainment that I didn't approve of."

"Oh shit man, why the hell would she do that?"

"I wish I knew. They always say it takes two to make a marriage and two to ruin it, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what I did wrong, at least at this point."

"What can I do to help?"

"Unwind the clock so I can go back a couple of months."

"I would if I could. Want me to come over?"

"I wouldn't be very good company right now but thanks. I'll be okay, I just need some time."

"Don't sit there and rot from the inside. I won't bug you, but if I don't hear from you in a few days I'm coming over there okay? Remember I've been through what you're going through."

"I hear ya and thanks. Talk to you soon."

It was two weeks later almost to the day when Beth called me. "Hi Russ how are you getting along?"

"Hi Beth, I'm a little better how about you?"

"About the same as you I guess. Some days are worse than others, but I'll survive. Would you like to have dinner someplace?"

"I'd really like that, anyplace in mind?"

"Oh, how about the Waterfront in, say an hour?"

"Great, see you there or shall I come to your place?"

"I'll meet you there." It sounded good to hear her voice again. We both understood where the other one was coming from and neither of us had to worry about wrong messages being sent. If I put my arms around her it was for comfort and if she kissed my cheek it was for the same reason. 

When I saw her standing near the door we smiled at each other and fell into a long embrace. "You look very nice Beth."

"Thank you." We went in and were soon engaged in conversation. "You look good too Russ. It was nice to see you smiling."

"It felt good to smile again and I owe that to seeing you."

"Have you filed for divorce yet?"

"Last week, have you decided what you'll do?"

"I filed last week too. Rob is in the house and I found a very nice apartment. I don't ever want to see that house again or anything in it." 

"I'm sure we won't exactly feel like celebrating, but once the divorces are final we'll have to get together. Maybe we can treat it like a wake."

She laughed and said, "Yes, let's do that. We'll wear black armbands and look all somber and get about half drunk."

"Perfect, that will give us something to look forward to."

She took my hand in hers and asked me, "Do you still cry?"

"Not anymore, do you?"

"I think I have it out of my system, but I'm not sure. I'm so hurt and mad at him that I think I cry because I wasted eight years of my life with him."

"Were you happy before all of this happened?"

"It's funny you ask that, because about a week ago I spent some time thinking about that. I stand corrected, we were happy for the first four years for sure, but with the perfect vision that hind sight gives me, I can see how things started to change between us. We didn't argue or anything like that. It was more a slow disconnection I guess. We were comfortable with each other, and of course took each other for granted like so many couples do. Anyway that's all in the past now," and she picked up her glass and said, "Here's to our future." We touched glasses just as the waiter returned for our order.

We talked through dinner, but avoided talking about our problems and instead looked for fun things to discuss. I admitted to being inept when I was young and dating and told her about the different times I'd made a fool of myself . I exaggerated things a little, but it made her laugh and that's what we needed.

"Beth could we do this again in a week or two?"

"I'd like that. Okay we'll meet at Brewster's one week from now at the same time." "Perfect, we can have burgers and just a little too much beer."

"A perfect prescription for what ails us I'd say."

I got a little serious and asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I don't know what it would be, but thank you for asking. I could ask the same of you though. What can I do to help you adjust to your new life?'

"Like you, I can't think of anything right now and I really wish I could. It feels so good to be out with you. I'm relaxed and I feel like I've know you for a year instead of a couple of weeks."

"No pretenses that's why. We both know that all we want and need right now is a good friendship. We can share our grief and anger as well as laughs without me worrying that you're trying to get into...sorry that was tacky. Without worrying about us getting serious." I was laughing at her before she even finished.

"Beth you are something. You're right though. No real social pressures for us. I can be the real me and the same with you."

She was about half blushing as she said, "I think the wine is starting to affect my thought processes. I don't know why I started to say that and I'm sorry."

"I'm not, that was so refreshing and funny. I liked you as soon as I met you and now I like you even more."

She smiled and I almost got the feeling there was a hint of the devil in it. "At least I made you laugh."

"Yes you did." I wanted to ask her back to my place so we could continue talking, but I decided that might not be a good idea. We abandoned the last of our wine and walked out to her car. The air was cool but not too bad and we continued to talk. I leaned against her car and told her, "There is one thing you could do for me if you would."

"Yes of course, just name it."

"Put your arms around me again." She looked at me and smiled as my arms opened to her and we fell into another long embrace. "Yes this really is just what I need." 

She put her head on my shoulder then and said, "I agree, this is good medicine. Wouldn't it be something to have Rob and Joyce catch us right now?

I kissed her neck then and said, "Well at least there's nothing they could say."

She kept her arms around me and leaned back just enough to look at me as she said, "I'll bet they'd think of something to say."

"You know what I think? I think holding you is doing more good for my frame of mind than anything else that I could come up with." 

"We have to be careful that we don't fall into that rebound trap though."

"You're right of course, but one or two hugs a week can't hurt us can it?"

She smiled and admitted, "No I'm sure we can handle that okay, but I better warn you about something."

"What's that?"

"Kissing the side of my neck is kind of a hot button for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know."

She kissed me quickly and added, "I'm not complaining, but I thought I should tell you that."




Back to School



"I'll have to be careful because every time I hold you that's what I want to do."

She was still smiling when she said, "Maybe I better start wearing turtle neck tops then."

"Wouldn't you look right in style in the middle of summer. Besides you have a very nice neck and I'd hate to see it hidden."

"I better go."

"I'm sorry did I get too serious?"

"No it's not that, it's...I'm feeling very vulnerable right now for some reason." I moved and opened the car door for her and waited until she was seated and the door was closed. 

She put her window down and I kissed her softly and said, "It must be that I'm feeling a little vulnerable too."

"Goodnight Russ."

"Night Beth, be careful going home."

"I will. See you next Saturday."

Chapter Six

Beth was on my mind a lot over the next couple of days. She was right of course. We were both vulnerable and a rebound romance could easily develop and that would not be at all smart for either of us. Next Saturday would have to be our last night out together for awhile.

Will called me Wednesday evening to check up on me. "Hey Russ how is it going?"

"Getting along."

"Getting any easier for you?"

"Some, but it's going to take longer than three weeks."

"Well hell yeah it will. Joyce will pop into your mind for months to come at least, but it will get easier I promise. Nothing is going on of importance but I wanted to see if you were ready to at least have a beer or something."

"Sure, why don't you stop by Friday night and we'll do beer and pizza. That is unless you have a date or whatever."

"Hey if I do I'll just bring her along."

"That works too, but warn her that I'm not my usual jovial self."

"Got it. See you then guy," and he hung up.

As I went through the days my old bachelor recipes would pop into my head. Not healthy eating, but easy to prepare and eating alone was one part of my day that I never looked forward to. 

I made sure I had beer in the fridge and the pizza on it's way by six and Will arrived just after the pizza did. We sat in the living room with our feet up on the coffee table, a cold beer close by and a plate full of pizza in our laps. "This sure brings back old memories."

"It sure does, but given a choice it wouldn't be like this."

"I hear ya. It was fun back then but not so much so now. Have you heard from Joyce?"

"No and that's fine by me."

"You really must hate her."

"I'm not far from it. I'm sure I'll mellow out a little in time, but if I don't that's okay too. I had dinner with the wife of the guy that Joyce was having her fling with last Saturday night."

"Really?"

"I really like her. She's level headed and smart with just that edge you know? I think Rob was really stupid to go screwing behind her back."

"Sounds like you wouldn't mind getting to know her even better."

"We talked about that and we're going to be very careful and not see to much of each other. Neither of us can be expected to think straight now and a rebound romance would really be stupid and dangerous."

"What does she look like?"

"Pretty nice looking actually and I'm sure under better circumstances she'd look a whole lot better. She sure has proved that she is a strong woman."

"Strong, good looking, smart and level headed."

"And funny and probably adventurous normally."

"I think you should see to it that she doesn't forget who you are."

"I'll introduce you to her one of these days."

"Yeah, do that." He put his plate down and pulled something out of his back pocket. Okay here's the deal. We both know you need to get out so you're not sitting here wallowing in self pity. Don't argue because you know I'm something of an expert in the field having gone through two divorces." He held up one paper and handed it to me saying, "Check this out." I was still looking it over when he said, "It's a course syllabus for a photography class. Purely for pleasure and enlightenment, no tests or pressure."

"Looks pretty thorough. One section on camera basics and exposures, three sections on lighting, one on scenery, one on still life studies and two on...the human form?"

"Yeah you know like people? Not just head and shoulders portraits but also on people. The whole body."

"Nudes?"

"Yeah right, nudes. You're mind is already healing and starting to focus on women and sex."

"Well that's a logical conclusion I think."

"Whatever. So what do you think?"

"What...you want me to take this course?"

"Yeah I do. You enjoy using your camera, or rather you used to. You have a nice one as I recall and you need to get out and get your mind on something else. Something new and distracting in fact."

"I don't know..."

"Hey you have to do it because I already signed us up and paid the fee."

"You what? Both of us?"

"Yep, and it's too damn expensive to just to let it slide. No refunds in other words."

"I wish you would have checked with me first."

"If I had you would have said no and we both know that. Now two hours out of your evenings here and there can't possibly be a problem so there's no reason not to give it a try."

"How much did this damn course cost?"

"It's a gift and it's not polite to ask about the cost of a gift."

"In other words it was damn expensive."

"That's right. Okay, so next Tuesday evening I'll pick you up at six because we have to be there at six thirty. I'd suggest you get your camera out and get used to it again."

"It says that some of our exercises will include studio lighting."

"Not a problem I have some lined up. Also a tripod."

"Just where do we do these exercises?"

"Right here. Hell we could set up your guest room as a studio and that way we wouldn't have to put everything away each time."

"You have this all planned out it seems."

"I do. Just trust me on this okay?"

"Will you be pissed at me if I drop out half way through?"

"I won't be very happy about it, but as long as I know you gave it an honest try I won't harp on you."

"Thanks Dad. Okay I'll give it a try."

Chapter Seven

I met Beth at Brewster's Saturday evening and as I walked up to her I once again told her, "You look great. No you look beyond great."

She smiled and said, "Thank you I'm glad you approve."

"Any man in his right mind would approve of how you look."

"Rob never liked this outfit."

"Like I said, any man in his right mind, so I rest my case."

"You are so good for my ego. You look a lot more alive than last week even."

"I can't claim to be my old self by any means, but I do feel better and being here with you helps me a lot." I put my arm around her waist and we went in. It was noisy and crowded but not intolerable. Once we were seated we ordered our first beers and I asked her, "So is life getting better for you?"

"Little by little. I like my apartment, but it still doesn't feel like home. It will though, once I put a few of my personal things out and hang my favorite pictures."

"Have you heard from him?"

"Not a word. His lawyer talked to my lawyer so all of that is happening. It will be straight forward. He'll either have to sell the house and furniture and everything and give me half or pay me my half if he wants to keep the place."

"Did you keep anything for yourself?"

"Just the basics so I could get along in the apartment. Nothing of any value. Oh except his camera. That's worth about fifteen hundred dollars new."

"How did you manage that and why?"

"The how was easy. I took it and wouldn't give it back. The why is as easy too for that matter. I wanted it because he wanted it. If he throws a fit and it causes problems with the divorce I'll give it back to him, but for now I have it."

"It's funny that you did that because I'm signed up for a photography course."

"No, really?" I explained about Will and his stunt and she said, "That's a great idea and I agree with your friend Will completely."

"I don't know if I'll do the whole thing, but we'll see how it goes."

She grabbed my hand and as her eyes sparkled she said, "Oh I know, you use Rob's camera for the lessons. I think that would be perfect."

"But what if I drop it or something?"

"I'll just tell him I dropped it. Accidents happen all the time."

"I have to admit using that kind of camera would be great."

"Then it's settled and that calls for our second beer." I didn't argue with her and we soon had fresh beers in front of us along with the burgers and fries we had ordered. "So tell me about this class."

"It's pretty comprehensive. The syllabus lists a whole series of exercises and discussions and our instructor is a professional photographer from Knoxville. I guess this is the third time he's run these classes. Would you believe that one of the first things we photograph will be little wooden kids blocks? It's part of the composition and lighting sections so I guess we get to play with blocks more than once."

"What else?"

"Oh there's scenery and still lives, you know like vases of flowers or whatever. Oh and there's one called photographing the human form."

"Oh do you get to do nudes?"

I laughed and said, "That's what I asked, and Will accused me of having my mind on women and sex."

"Well? Then what do they mean?"

"Portraits but also the whole body. You know like somebody sitting in the fork of a tree or whatever. Hell I have to admit I just don't know for sure, but I'm assuming that's what it will be."

"I expect you to keep me posted on how this goes you know."

"I'll e-mail you some of my efforts as we go along."

"Yes do that. I really think you'll enjoy the class and I'm sure it will help you get your life back."

"That's what I'm doing it for." The subject of Rob and Joyce hardly came up through the rest of dinner and another beer and then once again I walked her to her car. We talked a little longer and then she pulled me down and kissed me. Our arms went around each other and we shared along and tender kiss before she pulled back and said, "I'm sorry Russ I shouldn't have done that."

"I know, but I'm glad you did anyway. How could I be so fortunate to have that happen?"

"I don't know what came over me. As you talked my eyes went to your lips and I just lost control I guess." I pulled her close to me and she looked up at me as she caressed my face and combed her fingers through my hair. "Russ I don't think we better do dinner again for awhile."

"I hate the thought of that."

"I do too, but we both know I crossed the line that time. It's only been a month ago that we confronted them and now I've kissed you and I want to do it again. Even I know I'm not thinking straight right now and to see you again is not fair to you or to me. Maybe in a few weeks we can try again and see if I can behave myself."

"What if I don't want you to behave yourself and what if I don't behave myself?"

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of. We will both misbehave at the same time and I know where that could lead us and so do you."

"I know you're right of course, but I'll miss seeing you."

"We could talk on the phone and use e-mail."

"And look what happened to our soon to be exes when they used the computer." 

"I think we can control ourselves a little better than that." Then she kissed me once again quickly and got into her car. "Oh and I'll bring the camera over to you tomorrow but I'm not going to stay long."

"Long enough for coffee?"

"Of course. Goodnight Russ."

"Night beautiful.'

Chapter Eight

Beth was at my door by nine thirty and after handing me the camera we had coffee. I put my hand on hers and said, "I really liked that kiss last night. Both of them actually."

"I did too, but it was still the wrong thing to do. Now I think I want us to kiss every time I see you. Russ I still cry sometimes over what happened so I have no business kissing you like that."

"I understand what you're saying and I even know you're right that we have to behave ourselves... but that doesn't mean I want to." Then I smiled and added, "I can't wait to see where we are several weeks from now."

"I'm going to change the subject. I'll show you the basics of the camera and that's about all I know. It will do so much more than I know how to use, but maybe you can figure it out."

"I can probably find out by doing a search on this model." We went over the camera and then she stood up and said, "I have to get going." I walked her to the door and then before we went out I threw my arms around her pulled up against me firmly and kissed her as her arms went around me. That kiss went well beyond a tender kiss. I held her against me and my tongue went in deep search of hers as her hands moved on my back as mine went over hers down to her butt. She suddenly pushed me away and with her cheeks glowing she looked at me and said, "Oh my God I have to get away from you." I walked her out and told her, "You got to misbehave last night so I figured I could do the same thing just one time."

"Russ please don't do that again. I won't tell you what went through my mind and how close I came to losing all control. Damn it we have only been together a few times. I still think about Rob sometimes and there I was kissing you and wanting so much more."

"I'm sorry Beth. I didn't mean to get so far out of control." 

"The worst part of it was I was rapidly getting far out of control too. At least one of us has to be responsible and keep us out of trouble and I'm not strong enough to do that again."

"I'll call you after our first photography lesson."

She blew me a kiss and then backed out and took off. I stood there wondering how I could have gone off the deep end so quickly. I could still feel her lips on mine and I could still feel her warmth and her curves under my 

hands. She was right, we had to stop seeing each other and get ourselves back in control of our emotions.

I went back in and studied the camera and experimented with the controls, and then called Will and told him about my good fortune. "Sounds like you're seeing this Beth pretty steady."

"Not really. In fact I won't be seeing her for a few weeks now most likely."

I neglected to mention why it had to be that way though.

Our first night in class was very basic, but it was still enjoyable and I had a chance to talk to Joe our instructor about my camera for several minutes. Of course what he used was much better, but what I had was considered a light professional camera. Then he cautioned me not to expect the fancy and expensive camera to think for me. Great photos can be taken with very simple cameras and lousy photos can be taken with very expensive cameras. I took his point to heart.

We took a break about half way through and as Will and I talked an older guy joined us. His silver hair that was cut and styled told me he had money, but he seemed likeable enough. We learned that he was retired and he and his wife Marie liked to fly to different places in an older Cessna one eighty two that he had. I was right, he had money but it wasn't like he flaunted it. He wanted to learn more about photography because they went to so many beautiful places that he felt it was a sin not to do a better job getting pictures. Then he smiled and confessed. "Marie is several years younger than I am and I love to take her picture. I have some great ones too, but I've missed far more than I've gotten. She deserves much better." We talked a little longer and then Will went over to our instructor and talked to him as Scott and I talked about his plane. He was surprised that I was familiar with the plane until I told him, "Well a friend of mine would call me and say he had to go up for a couple of hours to keep his flight log current, so I'd take the right seat and we'd fly around the countryside. We didn't often land anywhere so it was just up and around and then back down but I really enjoyed it."

"It's a great feeling being up there that's for sure. I have to keep my flight log up too of course so maybe I'll give you a call and we can go someplace."

"Thanks I'd enjoy that." I checked my wallet and still had a couple of my cards in there so I gave him one.

"That's quite a camera you were showing the instructor."

"It's a great one but it's borrowed. But now I may have to consider buying one similar to it, because I'm going to be spoiled." I couldn't believe I'd said that. There was no way I was going to spend that kind of money on a camera that I'd use a few times a year for snapshots. I had to get my ego under control and fast.

As we left class, Will asked me, "Well what do you think?"

"I think I'll keep going to class. So what do you think about photographing those three kids alphabet blocks he gave us?"

"I think I'm going to do my best, but it's hard to get excited over three little blocks. So are we going to use your guest room or not?"

"I've already about emptied it out so I guess we are."

"Then I'll bring the lighting and the tripod over. This weekend work for you?"

"Sure I don't exactly have a full social calendar."

Chapter Nine

Will and I worked hard getting our shots of those blocks, and I had to admit I was having fun playing with the hard shadows and the heavy relief of the letters in those blocks just by changing the lighting. I also had to admit I was actually learning a few things. Will learned he wanted a camera just like the one I was using. I sent a couple of my photos to Beth and wrote her a long note about the class, and about Will and I working on our assignment and also about meeting Scott.

The next week we reviewed some of the photos from the class and then we talked about composition and lighting again. This time we were free to pick our own subject to photograph and Will and I spent a couple of hours just doing that after class. He finally came up with a large vase of cheap flowers and a large piece of black velvet to use as our background. "Just where did you come up with that huge piece of velvet?"

"I called my mother and told her what I wanted to do and she said she'd get it for me. She didn't say where she got it, but I suspect it wasn't stolen. Anyway she sewed several long strips together and made us this huge hunk of fabric."

"But all we need is a small piece to use with the vase."

"I know, but my mother tends to go overboard when she does things."

"Well thank her for me."

"Maybe you can reupholster your couch with it or something."

"Yeah like I'd want a black velvet couch in my colonial living room."

"I'd guess probably not." Once again we worked hard with our creation and ended up not using the velvet background after all, but went with a much lighter background instead. I told Will, "I have to admit you were right about this class. Joyce has been in my thoughts less every day. I'd like to say I was healed and ready to go chase women, but I'm not ready for that."

"Glad it's helping you and I'm even having fun with it too." Before I went to bed that night I sent those photos to Beth with a shorter note and told her about how hard we worked at our project. 

At our next class, I was talking to Joe again about our last attempts with the flowers and I mentioned how I had converted the guest room into a studio of sorts so we talked about that a little more and then he said, "Russ would you like to help one of your fellow students?"

I laughed and said, "That's like asking a waiter to teach a cooking class but how can I help?" 

"I don't know if you noticed, but we have a student here that missed our first two classes."

"Yes of course I noticed her."

He laughed and said, "I thought you might have. Anyway she wasn't able to join us for the first two classes so I was going to ask you to help her with those assignments so she could catch up with us. I know I'm asking a lot, but I think with your setup it would be a big help to her."

"I don't mind at all as long as she can work with my schedule. Most of it would have to take place on the weekend. Well no, I could work something out on a weeknight too I think."




Back to School



It was Saturday night and Angel and I decided to attend our local S & M Club theme event party. Tonight it was "Back to School." Club members were encouraged to dress as their favorite school personality. 

You could go as a naughty school girl, nerd, professor, band member, bad boy, rebel outcast, janitor, cafeteria worker or any other character you could dream up.

Angel chose the naughty school girl, with ultra short plaid, pleated skirt that showed her ass when she bent over, white blouse, tied in a knot under her ample, braless, breasts, knee high stockings, twin ponytails with red ribbons and flats. She wore red cat-shaped bejeweled rim glasses, freckles and way too much make up for a school girl.

I chose the nerdy, cross-dressing professor, with long black graduation cap and gown, concealing fishnet stockings, lacy pinafore, and elastic stretch panties. I also wore nerdy black horn-rimmed glasses with a safety pin holding on one earpieces and white tape around the nose bridge and black Ugg boots.

With the gown closed, I looked like a nerdy but stern college professor. When I opened the gown, all could see that the professor had some kinky issues.

We got to the club about 9pm, which was early so we could shoot some photos using their rooms and props. We took a couple of pictures in the "dungeon room" with Angel across my knee getting spanked, and two in the wooden stocks, taking turns as victim.

The evening went well. We had lots of complements on our costumes and the club photographer asked to take some photos of us for the web site. There was a cute skit with a stern lady school teacher tying up, stripping, fondling and kissing two naughty school girls. There was also some very good pole dancing going on all evening.

About 11pm, after having 3-4 drinks on an empty stomach, I decided it was time to head home. Angel had to get up early for work, so we hit the road.

After driving about three mile on the freeway I saw the red lights in my rear view mirror. "Oh shit!" I said. "I hope they don't make me take a sobriety test!" I wasn't drunk, but I have some medical problems that make ambulating a little awkward. 

"May I see your driver's license and registration Sir?" One of the two officers asked. After examining them closely, he asked "Have you been drinking this evening ah, professor?" 

Very funny, I thought to myself. "Just two drinks officer." I replied. Not wanting to give them anymore cause than they already have.

"Tell me professor," the other officer who had gotten out of the vehicle and was shinning a flashlight on Angel, said. "Is this young lady old enough to be out with an old guy like you at this time of night? "

Another cute remark regarding our costumes. They must be having a slow night I thought to myself. I was trying to play it cool. I didn't want to take a sobriety test and risk the chances of being taken to jail with the outfit I was wearing. I could just imagine being locked up with some hard felons wearing lace pinafore and net stockings. Talk about asking for it. 

"You were weaving a little; maybe we should give you a sobriety test." The first officer said.

"Please officer, can't we just change drivers and let it go at that?" I requested.

"Hmmm," the other officer injected, "Well, I am also concerned about this young girl's welfare. We need to know that she is not an underage school girl, being led astray by her dirty old professor. I know she probably has fake ID. There is one way to settle this. If she can give me and my partner a real adult-like cocksucking to prove she is of age, I think we could let you go with a warning." He said, smiling at his partner.

Angel nudged me and whispered, "Let's do it. It's the quickest and easiest way to get out of this predicament. I'll get them off quickly and we can get the hell out of here!"

"B...b...but baby, you're my fiancée. How can I allow you to suck off two guys while I just sit here?"

"Well, if you fail the sobriety test and have to go to jail, you might be the one who is force to suck cock or worse when the other prisoners get a load of that costume you're wearing!"

She had me there. This was so humiliating. "OK, ok," I said, to the officers, "She'll do it, so how do you want to do this?"

"Well, she'll get in our squad car with me, while my partner keeps an eye on you, then we'll change places." The second office replied.

They watched as Angel got out of our car, her schoolgirl skirt riding up above her ass and her braless breast jiggling under her thin blouse, as she walked back to the car with the first policeman. The other cop, smiled at me and said, "That's a fine piece of ass you got there professor, glad you saw it our way. She will save you a lot of time, money and abuse!" He laughed and continued, "I never had a cute little schoolgirl suck my cock before. I'm really looking forward to this!"

"That cute little schoolgirl is my fianceé; she is fifty-five years old and a grandmother!" I curtly answered back.

"That makes it even better!" he replied, laughing some more.

We could hear sounds emanating from the squad car.

"Holy shit baby, where did you learn to suck cock like that? Oh my god, you are making me come already, slow down, slow down, oh shit, don't slow down, keep sucking, yeah, yeah, oooooooh yeah! Take it all in your mouth! Hear; let me smear some on your face while you swallow the rest. You are really good baby, you could make a dead man cum!"

I felt completely mortified, but glad she finished him off quickly. I just wanted to get Angel, and get the hell out of there!

The second cop walked back to my car with a big shit-eating grin on his face and told his partner.

"Wow buddy, you won't believe what that little gal can do with her mouth! I don't think we have to worry about her being underage, but a second opinion would be a good idea, enjoy yourself pal!" he quipped.

He joined Angel in the squad car while his partner smiled spitefully at me and said. "That's some mouth your lady has, you teach her that in school, professor? "

Again, with the jokes.

As we sat there we could hear the other officer's exclamations echoing in the night. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, you know what to do! Just keep sucking; you are doing it just right. This sure beats getting a ticket and having you fiancé locked up and being raped all night, doesn't it darling? That's it, suck harder, oh yeah, its cumming, its cumming! Swallow that cop spunk baby, show me what a slut you are for the man, ahhh, so good, so good! Now swallow, oh yeah honey, your good!"

After swallowing his cum, Angel got out of the squad car, smoothed down her skirt and walked back to our car and got in. I could see the cum on her face and blouse. She smile sweetly at me and said, "Piece of cake, with frosting." she giggled.

The cop standing next to me handed me back my license and registration and said, "Well we'll let you go with a warning this time, but drive carefully now, and have a nice evening!" He gave us both a smirk and walk back to his car.

As Angel and I were driving home, I said, "I appreciate you doing that to get me out of trouble baby, but it's too bad that they can get away with stuff like that, just because they carry a badge!"

"Well," Angel replied, "They may not get away with it this time. 

"What do you mean?" I asked

When the first cop walked back to our car, I saw their police radio was turned on so I held the mike button down with my hand while I sucked his partner's cock. They may have some explaining to do!"

That's my girl!



Back to School



To most of the world, our family and friends, Jake and I are Mr and Mrs Average with two great kids. We have a great marriage and as a unit, our family functions well. We both come across as respectable people, owning and running a business, doing volunteer work, and helping out individuals that we come across who need a hand. Our closer friends and family pretty much get the idea that we like our sex. Some of our closer friends have an inkling that we even have some different ideas about sexuality that conflict with the standard Christian monogamous ideals but as a whole most of the people in our world don't know that Jake and I are swingers.

As a couple we like nothing more than enjoying an adults only night of hot, imaginative, recreational sex. This usually means meeting up with another like-minded couple, single or small group and enjoying dinner, some drinks and some flirting followed by some hot foreplay between the girls or the opposite partners. The natural progression is then a whole lot of fucking either with the opposite partner, your own, between the girls, or all three. Occasionally we go to parties where the dinner is left out and the fucking can take on an orgy-like quality. If there is no party or other couple to meet with we put on our sexy gear and head out to a swinger's club for some or all of the above with people we happen to meet there. Our swinging journey has enabled many fantasies to come true and although there have been some downs on the whole it has had a very positive effect on our marriage.

One thing that always gets Jake going is the sight of a woman in a short checked skirt. Actually the thought of a woman in a short checked skirt was often enough to make him shiver in anticipation and reach for the nearest available pussy. When 'Back to School' night was announced at our favourite club Jake was determined to attend. The advert showed the classic checked shirt revealing innocent white knickers on a woman with pigtails. For Jake, the pigtails would be the icing on the cake. White knickers are really wasted on him. A bare pussy is preferred for easy access. Once he discovered that he would have the opportunity to see a whole room full of women in short checked skirts, nothing was going to stop him from attending.

Planning our outfits for the night added to our excitement. I decided to wear Jake's favourite skirt and a white shirt that just 'happened' to come unbuttoned to show a racy red bra underneath. Despite my husband's strong preference, I just can't bring myself to go out in public in such a short skirt and a bare pussy. I put on the next best thing, a tiny g-string. At a glance, my bum looked bare and in the heat of the moment it would be easy to move aside to allow access to my pussy. I finished the outfit with a pair of heels that no headmaster would ever permit in his classroom. Jake was my perfect bad boy date with a pair of black stovepipe jeans and unbuttoned shirt and a tie that was loosened around his neck. 

Entering the club is always exciting. A big red door separates the foyer from the main club. Before you enter, you need to pay and sign in. On this night there was a small queue. When people who have never been before come along the queue moves more slowly as the door person explains the procedures and rules and organises for someone to give the introductory tour. We waited patiently listening to the sound of the music inside and the chatter of many people telling us that even though we were early it was going to be a busy night. Finally it was our turn. We paid our entrance fee, signed the book and then pushed our way through the door. 

I wish that high school was like that room. Hot women walked around in tiny skirts with their shirts unbuttoned like mine. Others were more prim and proper but they had a glint in their eye that said,

"Wanna go around the back of the library and check out what's inside my panties?"

The guys were all wearing jeans, and most of them had their shirts undone like Jake to show their chests. They were all checking out the women the way they wanted to but never got a chance to in high school. In this school there was no desperate, silent lusting in the corner. It was all on display, and with the owner's permission, the goods were there to be sampled. We headed to the bar and got ourselves a drink, and then proceeded to mingle and chat with people we knew and some we didn't. The sexual atmosphere made meeting people exciting and everyone was open in their admiration of people they found attractive. 

As normal when we came to this club we were not on a mission that night to find some other people to shag. Often we came here, had a good perve, did some flirting and maybe a little bit of fondling in the corner. Once we got ourselves all worked up we either found a quiet corner to have sex between ourselves or went home and enjoyed the excitement the night had generated. Tonight was no different. It was very busy which was good for perving and there were a lot of people we were interested in, but the noise and the number of people sometimes made it harder to 'get it on' properly. We just wanted to relax and take the night as it came to us. If something happened, it happened. 

The organised entertainment for the night was a play staged by the owners of the club and a few of the regulars. In keeping with the theme, the play involved a slutty senior girl having a masturbation lesson with a very sexy young janitor. The audience was treated to some enticing live masturbation with a full view of the senior's pussy. Not to be outdone the biology teacher, complete with black lace bra and suspenders under her lab coat, made a pass at the raunchy headmaster who was conveniently naked under his academic robes. All this hilarity was followed by a general orgy on stage by any interested 'students' in the audience. The laughs and the relaxed feeling put the crowd in the mood to party, perve and generally enjoy themselves. 

The actors vacated the stage and the DJ turned up the tunes. As well as a regular dance floor, the club also has a stage with poles for more skilled or daring people to use. The more daring men and women danced on the stage using the poles and showing off their sexy moves. The mood set by the play meant that several women chose to strip some or all of their clothing. The sight of sexy naked women dancing was appreciated by a lot of people and definitely increased the temperature in the room. The later it got, the more clothing was removed and the hotter the room seemed to get.

One of the good things about this club is that in addition to the main club area, there are a couple of quieter areas where the noise of the music is less and people congregate to talk, flirt and whatever takes their fancy. Jake and I retreated up the stairs to our favourite area, the Toy Room. This room is large and furnished with beds, a massage table and a couple of other interesting pieces of furniture including a vault and hammock like swing. The club also provides private rooms with closing doors for the patrons to use but this area is for open play. People can use the equipment in full view of others who choose to watch and onlookers are often included in the action at the invitation of the participants. 

We liked to chill out in this area from time to time. The light was dim and the noise of the music was less. Sometimes you would come across two or more people naked and fucking on one of the beds or a woman enjoying a sensual massage on the table while someone licked her pussy. Sometimes we used the equipment ourselves. When nothing much was happening, you could look down on the main club area and watch any dancing on stage or anything else that was happening.

We sat for a while watching the dancing on the stage. It was still relatively early so the beds in this area were not in use as yet. We were joined in our watching by Peter, a man we had known for few months. Jake and I had enjoyed several nights with him both at this club and in our homes. Peter was the first single man we had invited into our bed. During our time with him I had discovered in myself a liking for hot tag team sex with him and Jake. After one vigorous night Jake had commented that he thought I was so horny I would have kept at least three, if not four men very happy. The nuns at my Catholic high school, and some of the mothers at my son's Catholic primary school, would have been shocked at this piece of information. I smiled sheepishly and responded,

"Well, what's wrong with enjoying yourself from time to time?" 

If it was there to be had then you should have it and enjoy yourself in the process. That was the way I thought about it anyway. To date I had not had the opportunity to enjoy a session with more than two men at my exclusive disposal. The thought of it scared me a little but I definitely was up for trying it if the opportunity came along.

On this night Jake, Peter and I sat in the dim light of the toy room and watched a woman all three of us knew dancing topless on stage. Kylie had fabulous breasts and we all admired her as well as reeling in shock that she was actually up there with her shirt off. She was definitely one of the prim crowd. If anyone had told us at the start of the night that she was going to dance topless with two other women on stage we would have laughed at them. Peter in particular, was a fan of Kylie, but he made a point of telling me that he felt my breasts were also worthy of admiration. I found myself surreptitiously running my hand up Peter's thigh to the package between his legs. In the darkness he responded by sliding his hand inside my shirt and bra to fondle my nipple.

When the song finished and Kylie left the stage, we stood up and I looked at the swing behind me. I had used this swing before, and I loved the feeling of lying back in it with my legs high in the stirrups while Jake licked and fondled my pussy. Often there were not many people around when we did this but I loved an audience and it turned me on when people did come along to watch. 

The swing was like a short hammock. The main part was long enough for a woman's torso and her legs fitted into a pair of stirrups which held her knees apart putting her in the exact right position to be stroked, licked or fucked. Most of the time her hands were free but her movement was limited. She was very much on display and at the mercy of whoever was around. 

I sat on the edge and Jake moved to stand between my legs as I lay back. Obligingly he hooked my feet into the stirrups and then admired my thighs and the view between my open legs. I smiled at him as he pushed my knickers aside and traced his finger around my pussy. I unclasped my bra and took it off while leaving my shirt on before I lay back fully in the swing. Peter stood beside me stroking my breasts and body, smiling at me. I hooked my arm around his hips to hold him close to me. 

I beckoned to Jake and he moved over to my other side. I unzipped his jeans and released his cock. It slipped easily into my mouth and I sucked him deeply while Peter watched. Jake thrust into my mouth as I greedily sucked on him. His cock was warm and smooth in my mouth and I tasted a small amount of pre cum on my tongue. I felt a familiar throb in my groin and a trickle of wetness in my pussy. Through his jeans I could feel Peter's hard cock. As he watched me sucking Jake, I could feel him thrusting gently and subconsciously against me.

I opened my eyes and I looked around Jake down into the main area of the club. I locked eyes with a man who was looking up watching me intently. After a few moments he gave me a nod and a smile. Knowing he was watching me was a massive turn on. 

Jake placed his hand between my legs to feel the heat and wetness there. He pulled out of my mouth and walked around between my legs. I watched as he moved my knickers aside and stroked my wet pussy with his finger. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. Then he took his cock and stroked my pussy with it. I arched my back wanting to feel him inside me. 

"So little school girl do you know much about fucking?" He continued to stroke me with his cock.

"I know a little but I always like to learn more," The need to feel a cock inside me was growing with every stroke.

"Maybe I should show you then. You start like this," He put his cock partly inside my pussy, "and then you just move a little like this."

He did some slow shallow thrusts. I was moaning, craving his whole length.

"Do you like that then?"

"Oh yes sir. Can I please have the rest?" I was almost begging him.

Peter was watching intently and I put my hand on his cock. I could feel it throbbing, so I unzipped his jeans and put my hand inside to stroke him.

"You are a very naughty girl," Jake looked at me stroking Peter. "I am going to have to show you how a guy fucks naughty girls like you."

He thrust his whole length into me and I cried out in pleasure. I could feel my pussy clenching around him and streaming out wetness. Peter's hands were on my breasts teasing my nipples and I turned my head to take his cock into my mouth. Peter let out a moan of pleasure as his long shaft slid between my lips and down the back of my throat. I loved the feeling of having a cock in my mouth as my husband fucked me so hard. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment forgetting that we were in an open space of a crowed club.

I became aware of the sound of voices, and I realised that by now the promise of live sex action would have drawn some spectators. I loved the idea of people watching us fucking. It aroused me thinking about other people watching and getting so turned on that they started to fondle themselves or their own partners. I opened my eyes to look at the crowd gathering behind Peter and I noticed the man from downstairs still looking at me intently. He seemed to be by himself and I looked at his whole body including the visible erection in his jeans. He noticed me looking at him and walked over to me.

"God, you are so hot lying there getting fucked like that," he spoke softly into my ear. "I just want to put my hands on that beautiful body."

I guided his hands to my breasts where he cupped his hands and lowered his face onto my body nuzzling my neck. I felt as though I was covered with men, and it was divine. The stranger kissed my breasts and took each of my nipples into his mouth. I reached down and stroked his cock through his jeans. Jake had stopped thrusting and was watching as I was pleasured by this complete stranger. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. 

He pulled out of me and moved over to Peter, "I think she would like you to have a turn mate."

Peter looked down at me, "I think that you might need some more fucking lessons little girl." 

"Yes please sir," I smiled at the thought of the fucking I was going to get. 

"Well then we better get on with it. Lesson one; never leave a wet pussy unattended."

He moved between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy. His length slid all the way into me.

"God, you are wet. Jake was right, you are way too naughty for a schoolgirl. What do you get up to behind that library?" 

He thrust into me slowly taking his cock all the way out and then slowly sliding all the way in.

"I think this little Miss needs to learn a bit about taking it slow."

After Jake's hard thrusting this slow pace was driving me crazy. The stranger smiled at me, 

"You really are a very naughty girl. I think you do need some lessons in waiting for it." 

His hands moved over my body stroking my belly and then his finger teased ever so slightly near my clit. I was frantic now I wanted to wrap my legs around Peter and push him deeply into my pussy but the swing kept my legs apart. I was at his mercy. 

"Little Miss is very wet now." 

Peter put his finger into my pussy and then placed it in my mouth. The stranger bent down and kissed my lips tasting the juice that Peter had left there.

"Yum yum. I need to get some more of that."

He bent down and licked the top of my clit. The feeling was intense. I squirmed in pleasure and Peter kept up with his slow deep thrusts. The stranger went on kissing my belly and stroking my breasts. 

"How much do you want it?" the stranger whispered in my ear. His finger traced ever so gently over my swollen clit.

I was past talking. I felt like I was going to explode. Ever so slightly Peter increased his pace.

"Do you want it faster like this." He slammed into me a few times.

"Or slow like this." He slowed down again. 

"Oh please," was all I managed to pant out.

My pussy was so wet and I was almost screaming in my need. Then Peter started slamming into me. The stranger bent down and licked over my clit in fast even strokes.

"How does that feel Little Miss?" Peter's teeth were clenched as he pumped into me.

"Oh sir, you are so big and you fuck so good! I am not sure if I have learned everything yet but if you two keep doing that I am going to come!"

Peter kept up his steady rhythm and the feel of the stranger's tongue flicking over my clit pushed me over the edge. I moaned and screamed out as the orgasms blazed through me. The stranger stood up and smiled at me.

"Yes I think you learned that lesson well."

I pulled him towards me and unzipped him to pull his cock out of his jeans. 

"I don't think you need any lessons in sucking cock." He smiled into my eyes, "You seemed to know what you were doing when I was watching you before."

"A girl can always do with some practice though."

I took his cock into my mouth feeling the velvet skin sliding past my lips and over my tongue. I sucked him slowly at first then faster as I felt his breathing increase with his excitement. I had my hand wrapped around the stranger's bum and I was pushing him against my face as I sucked him. Peter had continued to fuck me but a little slower. Now he increased the speed of his thrusting in line with his own need. I was clenched hard around him hungry for cum now that I could feel him getting close to coming. He was pumping hard into me as the stranger thrust his cock into my mouth.

Peter came hard. He moaned and grunted in pleasure as he pumped his cum into me. I sucked hard on the stranger while clenching the muscles in my pussy drinking up Peter's cum. The stranger pulled out of my mouth. 

"Yes you definitely don't need lessons in sucking cock. But I want to fuck that hot pussy to make sure she has learned her lesson well."

I looked up at Jake who was standing next to my head. He smiled at me and we kissed briefly. Then I felt a new set of hands stroking me. I stretched, enjoying the attention and looked into the eyes of a guy I had met earlier that night.

Behind him I could see a large group of people watching what we were doing. There were couples, some of them fondling each other as they watched. A couple of them had found the whole thing too hot, and were leaning against the wall kissing and masturbating each other. One couple were fucking like a pair of rabbits and starting to get their own audience.

There were also single guys. I noticed a few of them had opened their jeans and were stroking their cocks as they watched the live porn show in front of them. Suddenly I wanted to feel more. I beckoned to a couple of the guys who were standing in the crowd wanking. They moved closer to stand next to me. I licked the cock of each of them tasting the salt – sweet taste of precum. I looked into the eyes of Jake my beautiful man. He smiled,

"Are you having a good time?" 

The stranger was standing between my legs now gently stroking my pussy with one hand while rolling a condom on with the other. I watched for a while. I love the sight of a guy touching himself. The thought of him stroking as he rolled the rubber down made me want to feel that hard cock in my cunt.




Back to School



"Fuck yes! I am enjoying school tonight sir."

"I want to watch my school girl get fucked by all these guys."

"I want to taste some cum sir." I moaned as the stranger slowly slid into me, "And please, can I have someone cum on me?"

"You have been a good girl. You can have whatever you want."

The stranger started to thrust into me. I turned my head to a guy that was standing next to me and pulled him closer so that I could put his cock into my mouth. I looked into his eyes as I sucked him and I could see the pleasure there.

"You are so fucking hot," he said to me. "Watching you with all these guys gets me so fucking horny."

I sucked harder wanting to feel his cum shooting down my throat.

"She wants you to cum in her mouth." Jake was watching intently. He loves to see me sucking cock and I knew he wanted to see cum in my mouth.

The stranger was thrusting hard into me I looked into his eyes for a moment and I could see the intensity of his pleasure. 

"You have such a hot pussy little school girl." He grunted as he pumped me. "You have learned your lessons well. You are so tight and hot."

I kept sucking harder and harder as the stranger fucked me hard. I could feel other guys who were standing close to me. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel the stranger coming and I wanted to taste cum from the cock I had inside my mouth. I felt warm cum splashing onto me from one of the guys standing beside me. It made me crave cum in my mouth even more and I sucked harder and deeper, pressing my face into the guy's belly. He placed his hands on the back of my head and thrust into my mouth. Then he rewarded me by shooting cum into my mouth. I drank it down greedily but opened my mouth slightly and some cum leaked around my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake watching closely and the glint of desire when he saw cum in my mouth. 

He pulled out of my mouth and I turned to kiss Jake. We kissed gently and he tasted my mouth. I felt the stranger pushing against me and I looked down watching his face as he came. I was insatiable now. As soon as the stranger pulled out of me I beckoned to another guy to fuck me. 

Around me there were other men watching and wanking. I stroked their balls as the newcomer fucked me. Jake stroked my breasts where cum had landed earlier, spreading the thick liquid over my body. I felt the bodies of the onlookers pressing in closer to me now. At least three other men were pressing around me, teasing my nipples and touching my clit. All the time they had one hand stroking their cocks. Some frantic, close to orgasm, some taking it slower still building up to it. The newcomer was close to the edge now. He was slamming into me groaning with each thrust until he was tipped over grunting as his cum pumped out of him. I arched my back in response to him and also to the skilled fingers working my clit. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me and some of guys around me responded shooting cum over my breasts and belly. Jake was there beside me smiling, celebrating my pleasure.

As the newcomer pulled out of me I lay back, my mind reeling. One part of me wanted to go on fucking but the rest of me needed some down time. I needed some gentle one on one time with my beautiful husband. The crowd sensed the change in my mood as well and the participants and spectators started to move away into the rest of the club. Jake kissed me on the lips,

"You are one hot schoolgirl. I loved watching all those guys fucking you. I loved watching every minute of it."

The stranger came up to me, "That was amazing. I would have you in my class any day. Thank you so much for letting me be part of it." He kissed me once on the lips and then he was gone with the others.

Peter stepped out of the shadows, where he had been watching. "Thank you so much. You were so hot and I will not forget this night." He kissed me on the lips, "I will let you two have some time now. You need it." 

"I think my little schoolgirl might need a shower now." 

Jake helped me out of the swing. I took off my shirt and Jake collected my bra where it had fallen on the floor. I picked up a clean towel from the stand beside the swing and covered my shoulders and breasts. 

We made our way down the stairs and into the shower where we closed the curtains so that no one could see us. The show was over now and we needed some privacy. Jake undressed me and then himself. He turned on the water and washed me, gently rubbing soap over my whole body. He paused for a moment being especially gentle with my pussy.

"Got to be careful with her. She has been very busy tonight." 

I smiled at him and stroked his beautiful erect cock. He pulled me close to him and we kissed letting the water wash over us. It was surreal. I could hear the music and people outside. People were walking past the shower on the way to the toilet but inside this little room we were isolated from it all. We could take all the time we needed to feel each other and re-unite. Jake pressed me against the wall and lifted me up so that he could place his cock against my pussy.

Even after all that fucking and all those orgasms I responded to him. I could never say no to this man. The feel of his cock always got me going. I would never tire of the feel of him inside of me. I needed that feeling always to make me complete. After all that frantic fucking the feel of Jake inside me was like coming home from an adventure. Safe, warm, welcoming but also with a fire that would never go out.

The intensity of our kisses increased. 

"Did you like all your fucking lessons tonight little schoolgirl?"

"Yes I did sir. Very much." 

"Did you learn anything?"

"Oh yes. I learned heaps."

"It looked like you were paying a lot of attention."

His cock slipped inside me easily and I relaxed around him. He kissed the side of my neck.

"You feel like you learned a lot tonight. I loved watching those guys fucking you."

I savoured the feel of him inside me and the water running over both of us.

He started thrusting harder. "And I loved it when you let me taste that cum in your mouth."

I didn't think I would be able to feel this way so quickly but I was responding to his excitement. Jake's words were bringing back images of upstairs and with each one my pussy throbbed and I felt the warmth in her.

"Did you like tasting that guy's cum while you were getting fucked so hard?"

"Uh – huh," 

The images, and the remembered sensations of being fucked so hard and so long were swirling around my mind. I wrapped my legs around Jake's hips and pushed his cock harder into my pussy. I looked into his eyes.

"I need to feel your cum inside me, sir."

"I am not sure if you have earned it yet."

Jake continued to thrust into me and I responded to him squeezing him tightly with my arms, my legs and my pussy. I could feel his breath on the side of my neck and I could feel his excitement increasing. The feeling of him fucking me against this wall was intense. 

"Please sir. I need your cum," I pleaded with him.

"Yes you have been a very good girl and learned your lessons well tonight."

He fucked me harder and I started to moan in response to him. 

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes oh yes. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

He thrust harder a couple more times and then he pumped his cum into me. My pussy welcomed his cum, drinking up all of it like the greedy girl she is. I was complete. I felt as though I was where I belonged. We stood against the wall kissing each other gently. It was time to go home now. We were not really in the mood to party with this crowd any more. We had come with no expectations and were now going away with a memory of a night that exceeded our wildest imaginations.



Back to School!



Back at University I was happy to see Jennifer again and she made me glad she wanted to see me again. The first evening when we could be alone we went out to a cafe and had Tea, sat and chatted just enjoying each others company. We went for a walk after and found a nice deep doorway where we could kiss and jill one another, ending up rubbing our clits together and enjoying the sensations as a result.

I couldn't help comparing her to Emma, except for jilling one another on her piano stool all our love making had been lying down. She had always taken the initiative and began our lovemaking sessions, then coaxed me into doing what I did to her, and taught me a great deal. Although she was much older and a much bigger woman that Jennifer, in many ways I preferred her love making.

Derek hadn't changed much, said he was glad to see me and asked how my holiday went and couldn't wait to get his cock into me. His shagging seemed to be different after for some reason, although I still enjoyed the feeling of his cock going in and out of me I couldn't climax. Whether it was because he didn't take the time to prepare me with foreplay, or I'd lost interest I'm not sure. He was still a nice date in many ways, so Jenny and I were still quite happy to double date with John and Derek.

I wrote Emma as soon as I got back, thanking her for making my holiday much more pleasant and admitted to enjoying her loving me, and thanking her for letting me love her in return. Our letters must have crossed in the mail as the next day I received one from her, telling me how much she loved me and how both Robbie and Soosie missed me. I know I smiled to myself and had warm feelings as it reminded me of how she had introduced Robbie into our love making. She also reminded me to tell her in my letters about my relationships with Derek and Jennifer, emphasising "all the little details." 

She came down to visit me around the end of February, I made the excuse my 'Aunt' was coming to visit and I think we were both ripe for some good loving. She came in her car on the Friday night and booked a room in one of the better hotels in the city, and in the morning we arranged to meet in the restaurant and have breakfast then we went up to her room. (That was a problem in those days being seen going to someones room like that, that's why she checked in to one of the better hotels where they were not only a lot busier, but not suspicious for me to be seen going up to my 'Aunts' room').

Within minutes we were both naked and tasting each others honey, like me she was just as randy as we sucked and fucked each other, our pussy's dripping wet from the excitement. We did it all, oral, finger fucking and she gave me a good strap-on fucking and talking dirty. The orgasms poured out of both of us and it made me realise how much I'd missed her, it was relentless till after a couple of hours we both rested and took a nap.

We got up and took a bath together where we finger fucked and washed each other before getting dressed and she took me out to a really nice restaurant for dinner, where we took our time dining and washed it down with a nice wine. After around 10 PM she drove me to where I was staying, (couldn't spend the night with her as that would have caused too many questions, as Emma was supposed to be my 'Aunt' after all.) Sunday morning I hurried to her hotel and again we met for breakfast, then returned to her room for more sex till around I PM when she had to check out.

After we took a drive out of the city up into the highlands for most of the afternoon. she asked me how I'd feel about her coming down to visit more often if she found a place where we could spend the nights together, and I said I'd like that, and agreed we'd have to be very careful. She was still very concerned about discretion that was to be expected. As this was the edge of a part of the highlands known as the 'Trossachs', there were a few places that catered to visitors, and there was one place that was like a very rustic row of cabins that catered to tourists. Very much like the modern Motels although I don't remember it being called a Motel.

About a month before the school year ended I found a job as a waitress, part time at first then full time once school was over so stayed in Glasgow. Both Derek and Jennifer Graduated and we promised to write and keep in touch with each other, Derek I never heard from again, and Jennifer's letters petered out after a few weeks. 

I was soon dating again and the shagging wasn't as much fun as it had been with Jenny and our boyfriends, as I was writing to Emma regularly and telling her more and more about the more personal side of my life, she seemed to be so understanding and she said she could come and visit me once her school year was over.



Back to School



I had gone out with Cindy a fair number of times. They were almost all concerts, art openings, lectures and operas. The relationship was Platonic with no sex or romance, she was tentatively engaged to the son of her father's law partner who was school back east. Her mother was usually waiting for us to come home, I thought to make sure nothing was happening. On a few evenings, her mother would ask me in and we all talked about the program we had seen. Some evenings Cindy got tired and went to bed while we talked into the night. I rarely saw her father, only when I picked her up or a few times they invited me to dinner. 

Summer came and I got a construction job on an expansion of the Interstate. It was outdoors and paid enough to get me back to school. I got a day off to move into a new apartment. I finished and went to the Market for something for dinner. I was reaching for a Frozen Pizza when I noticed someone reaching in beside me. It was Mrs. M, Cindy's mother. I said hi, and asked her how Cindy was. She said she had gotten married last week and they had tried to find me to invite me. Then she said she couldn't offer me any more than a fresh salad to go with the Pizza but did I want to come to have dinner at her house tonight. 

When I got there, she asked me to open a bottle of wine and we had a few glasses and talked. The pizza was OK with the wine and salad. She cleared the table and said she would do the dishes later. I followed her into the kitchen and said I would help her now. We finished and she turned to me and said thanks. Then she raised up and kissed me. Our lips locked together as I gave her a hug.

The next thing I knew she had her arms around my neck, her tongue in my throat and was pressing me against the counter with her pelvis. I helped by grabbing her ass and pulling her closer as we kissed. Our tongues entwined. I put a hand on a breast, She put a hand at my crotch. She looked up at me and smiled, either in response to the lust on my face or the bulge swelling in her hand. She undid my pants and as I was sliding them down and stepping out of them, she reached under her skirt and pushed her panties down. We kissed again with her hand on my prick which she had pulled over my shorts. 

With an "Oh Wow!" she pulled me down on the floor, hiked her skirt up and guided my cock into her cunt. I didn't know how long she had been thinking about this but her cunt was already moist and I got in with little difficulty. She was looking straight into my eyes as I started to pump with long strokes. Then she was raising her ass off the floor, doubling the driving of my prick. "Oh! God! Great!" I felt her cunt grab by cock and spasm as she threw her head back. I wasn't even close. I slowed down a bit and after she relaxed, I started in again. In a few moments she was arching up against me, driving her pussy against me. As she had another spasm, I came, flooding her with hot sperm. 

We lay on the kitchen floor for a while, running our hands over each other and kissing. "Can we do it again?"

"Maybe some where more comfortable."

We went up stairs to the master bedroom. I helped her remove her clothes and when I pulled off her bra, a firm pair of tits with large, pointy nipples sprung free. I said that she had certainly hid them well as I clamped my mouth on one. It responded quickly to my sucking and she was pushing them alternately into my mouth. We got the rest of my clothes off and settled on the master bed. When she grabbed hold of my pick it was already hard. I scooted up until it was even with her face and waved it in front of her mouth. She gave it quick kisses around the head and up and down the shaft. When she didn't suck on it, I grabbed her by the hair and slid my cock along her lips trying to get it in. She pulled back and said that she hadn't ever done this before. She did get the head between her lips and ran her tongue around the top and pulled away. I laid her back and put my face on her pussy. She tried to push me away.

"No one has done that to me before either." I dove right in licking along the slick inside surfaces until she relaxed and then up, searching with my tongue for her clit. She started having small spasms as I continued licking and was then humping her pussy against my mouth.

" I want to feel you inside me."

This time we went much more slowly, with her looking down as my cock moved into her cunt. I alternated between burying it to the hilt and rubbing the top and head against her clit. I explored every available spot. Her ass was moving to meet my thrusts. It felt like she was guiding my cock to the places she wanted it most. She started to come again and her pussy started milking me. Finally I slammed it in pushing it hard against the top of her cunt and we came almost together. She smiled at me and said it was the best sex she had ever had. She was the best I had had. 

I had to go back to work the next week and then school started. I was a teaching assistant plus was on construction weekends. One day she came into the office where the students come for help and sat at my table. I asked which problems she was having trouble with and she said, "Well Professor it's my sex life." Then she said that her husband was out of town and she could offer me something better than Pizza for dinner on Thursday. 

She was wearing a skirt and silk blouse that clearly showed her nipples and large tits. We talked during dinner but my mind was on something else. While clearing the table and doing the dishes I rubbed against her each time we got close. A grab at her ass revealed she was not wearing panties, and after a few squeezes of her tits, the nipples were standing out glaring through the shirt. We went back to the living room and sat on the sofa. We kissed for a while. She reached over and undid the button and fly on my pants, smiled at me and said she was ready this time. She pulled my dick out and after kisses around the head and along the shaft she proceed to put most of the head in her mouth. After running her tongue around it she started to suck it in. She would take about and inch and pull it out and the put it in an inch further. I felt the head reach the back of her mouth and when she pulled back she smiled up at me.

"How am I doing?"

" I don't know what you've been practicing on but you are great." The hardness of my cock emphasized the point.

On the next pass she got the head to her throat without even a gag. She started to slide it in and out and I arched up to meet her motion until I felt my come rising. I didn't really want to come in her mouth.

"Now I want to fuck your hot pussy." 

We stood, I peeled off her shirt and skirt and moved behind her cupping her breasts in my hands and pinching her nipples. My cock was lying against the crack in her ass. I pusher her onto her knees on the sofa and knelt behind her. A couple of swipes along her pussy with my fingers suggested she was ready and I ran my cock up and down her pussy and finally started it in. After it was mostly in, I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and kneaded them and slapped them gently as I worked the rest of my cock in. 

I was soon up against her ass. I thrust in with long strokes. There was a distinct smacking noise as the cheeks of her ass banged against me. I reached around and got one hand on her breast and a finger rubbing across her clit. She started meeting my thrusts with such vigor that I thought she might knock me over backwards, and finally her cunt ran ripples up and down my cock as she came. 

We rested for a while and I must have fallen asleep. I was awakened by soft lips running over my soft cock. Then she had the whole thing in her mouth and tongued it until it's rising size filled her and the rigid shaft slowly emerged from her wet lips. I rolled her onto her back and entered her again. 

As I was leaving she said that she didn't know when her husband would be out of town again and could she see me some afternoon. I said I could come by her house next Wednesday at noon. 

When I got there she was wearing a bathrobe which she slid off as I shut the door behind me. She had on a pair of skimpy panties and a lacy bra that barely covered her nipples. She turned around a couple of times pushing out her tits and ass. She kissed me and grabbed my crotch and then went up the stairs, wiggling her ass seductively and smiling over her shoulder.

In the master bedroom she reached down, undid my pants and pushed them down around my ankles. She pushed me back on the bed and climbed up straddling my legs and took my rapidly rising cock into her mouth. She sucked me for a while but before I came, I pulled her up on top of me. I watched as she opened her pussy lips with one hand, grabbed my cock with the other and inserted it. I then watched the look on her face and the sway of her tits as she slowly lowered herself on my shaft. I left her to totally control the pace which started out slowly and gained momentum. She was rotating her ass in circles moving my cock around like stirring a pot. She came with several small spasms and as I started to meet her thrusts, a giant convulsion. Her body was burnished with sweat as she collapsed on to of me. 

After a few minutes, I propped her up on her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. I reached around and rubbed my fingers over her clit. As I felt she was about to come, I got my finger all slick with juice from her cunt and slid the first joint into her ass She was trying to pull away. After she had calmed down a little, I slid another joint in then was sliding the length of my finger in and out of her ass. She was finally wiggling and pushing back. I pushed my cock back in her pussy to get it wet and then placed it against her sphincter and started pushing in. She pulled away and spun around till she was siting on the bed and said no. I grabbed her head roughly and shoved my cock into her mouth and said, "Suck bitch!" I kind of fucked her mouth slapping her occasionally, maybe harder than I intentioned, until I came. I held her head from pulling away as I filled her mouth until come was dripping out the sides. I pulled my cock out, wiped it over her face. I got ready to leave. 

"Have your ass ready next time." I walked home. 

Next Wednesday she picked me up at the university and when we got to her house said that her husband was out of town so we didn't have to rush. I took her up stairs, peeled off her clothes and laid her on the bed. I got a bunch of ties from her husbands rack and tied her spread eagle to the bed. I licked her tits and pussy until she was squirming and I thought she was about to come, I got up and walked to the door. She pleaded with me to come back and finisher her off. I went down stairs and got a beer from the refrigerator and had just popped the top when I heard a voice.

"So you're the stud." I saw an attractive woman about Mrs. M's age standing just inside the door. She she said she was Diann, Carol's best friend. "Where is she?" I moved over quickly and grabbed her by the wrist. She tried to pull away and I said to follow me and essentially dragged her up the stairs. I stepped behind her and thrust her through the bedroom door. She gasped as she saw Mrs. M. I shifted my grip to hold both arms just above the elbows. She struggled until realizing she could not get away. 

"I have to go."

"Carol needs your help. "

I skidded her over to the bed an then pusher her face down into Mrs. M's pussy. 

"She has been screaming she needs to come. You can start by licking this hot cunt." Mrs. M tried to pull away and might have shredded the ties holding her but I grabbed her ankle and pushed our visitors face down further, holding her by the hair. I think she liked the idea because after a few tentative swipes with her tongue, she was licking away like she really enjoyed it. Then she had her fingers running up and down along the sides and pulling the lips back for easier access. Mrs. M was soon smiling and pushing her pussy against Diann's face.

I pulled and pushed Dianna up until her knees were on the bed then hiked up her skirt to reveal a plump ass in lace panties. I pulled them off and lowered my mouth to her pussy, pushing the cheeks of her ass apart as she moved her legs further apart to give me better access. I licked her for a while as she continued on Mrs. M. I then pulled my pants off and soon had my prick buried to the hilt in Diann's cunt. The rhythm was a little rough between my thrusting into her cunt and her trying to keep her tongue on Mrs. M, who was squirming.

Mrs. M came first, then Diann followed quickly by me shooting my load deep into her pussy. I pulled Diann up and pulled off the rest of her clothes, revealing large tits that had been in an industrial sized bra. I took her around to Mrs. M and said "Kiss her and tell her how much you enjoyed it." As they kissed, I found some KY jelly in the bathroom and started applying it to Mrs. M's ass and running my fingers into the little bud. Diann looked on in disbelief until I told Mrs. M to tell her what was going to happen. 

"He is going to fuck me in my virgin ass."

I undid the ties and propped her up on her hands and knees and told Diann to hold her. I slid my cock into her pussy for a few swipes and finally started it into her ass. The initial entrance went slowly and Mrs. M was shrieking. I was about to give up when the head slipped in. After a brief rest, I started in with more authority. Mrs. M had her face buried in Diann's breasts and Diann had her hand on Mrs. M's. I was sliding in a bit more freely and Mrs. M started moving her ass to meet my strokes. I reached around and found her clit. After a few more strokes and rubbing, she started to come. I pulled my hand back and started to slap her ass. Her body convulsed over my prick with each swat. By the time I came, there were big red marks on her ass. She collapsed on the bed.

I got up, took Diann by the hand, and led her into the bathroom where I had her wash my cock. Later the three of us lay on the bed with the girls on either side of me and our hands all over each others bodies. I leaned against the headboard, and pushed each girls face to my crotch and slowly regenerating cock. I was in heaven as they both licked up the sides. Mrs. M took the head into her mouth and then passed it over to Diann. She laid her lips over the head and then backed off and started talking. "I don't really know what I'm doing. My husband doesn't seem to be into oral sex. I wondered what it was all about."

"Shut up and be a good little cock sucker. Get as much in your mouth as you can." She was surprisingly good at it. After she had gotten accustomed to having it in her mouth she was sucking it in like she really enjoyed it. They took turns sucking until my cock got good and hard. I put them side by side on their backs with their legs up over their tits and alternated slamming my cock into them hard and deep. It was a little to frantic for great sex but they both came. 

The next week was busy so I was not too disappointed when I didn't get a call Wednesday. I went to a gallery opening on Friday and ran into Diann. she said that Mrs. M had gone to visit her daughter and that she had wanted to call but was unsure and didn't know my number. Could she see me tomorrow while her husband was out of town?

I explained that I worked on weekends but gave her my number and address. 

When I got home from work Saturday night, Diann was siting on the sofa in my apartment talking to my roommate Gene and drinking a glass of wine. She said she had just got there and Gene had told her to wait for me. Gene said she didn't say what she wanted. I said she wanted to get fucked in the ass at which she got up and said she had to leave. I moved in front of her and grabbed her and gave her a kiss at which she responded by sucking my tongue down her throat. I stuck my hands on her ass down inside her skirt. She broke the kiss and said that she really shouldn't do this and that she had to go, all the time rubbing her pussy against my crotch. 

Gene came up behind her and she put her arms up as he pulled her shirt over her head. I grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head. "Let me go! I don't want to do this. I've never done this before. I hardly know you." All the time she was wiggling her hips to help Gene get her skirt and panties off and lifted her feet as he pulled them away. He undid her bra and her large pale tits with big brown aureoles, spilled out . He grabbed them and pinched the nipples until they were hard and purple. As he shifted his attention to her pussy, she spread her legs to give him better access while rubbing her nipples against my shirt. 

I pulled her arms down and placed her hands on my pants where she undid them and freed my almost hard prick. We went to the sofa where she sat between us with a cock in each hand. She alternated taking licking swipes at the head of each but finally settled down to suck on Gene, with her ass in my lap. I started sliding my fingers along her pussy and finally in. I was pulling moisture out and rubbing it around the outer lips. I finally got three fingers in and was sliding them in and out and over her clit. I tried to get some lubrication on her ass hole but there was not enough. I slapped her ass and got up and went to the kitchen to get some olive oil. By the time I got back she had Gene lying on the floor and she was guiding his prick into her cunt. He was running his hands over her swaying tits as she rode his big cock. I noticed that her chest was turning bright pink as she threw her head back and banged down on Gene while wailing that she was coming. She collapsed on him. After they had rested a minute, I got down behind her and started rubbing the oil over her ass hole. I inserted a finger.

"No, don't do that. I have never done this before. Don't hurt me."

"It is extra virgin olive oil for your extra virgin ass." I got my finger all the way in and let her get used to it. She relaxed quickly. I slowly removed it and replaced it with the head of my cock. She screamed a few times as the head was going in but finally relaxed for the rest. Her ass was tight but it didn't take long before I was moving freely and she was moving back to meet my strokes. Finally I told Gene that she was ready and he scooted under her. Soon I could feel Genes cock sliding into her cunt. We fumbled around for a few minutes and finally settled into a rhythm. I was amazed how strong she was as she moved that big ass up and down trying to get as much cock as she could. I came shortlly followed by Diann, who collapsed on poor Gene. I was tired after my day at work and lay down on the floor and slept. 

I awoke in a few hours and went to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed. As I passed Genes room she was straddling Gene on the bed with his cock in her mouth. She smiled up at me as I looked in.

On Tuesday Mrs. M called. "How dare you go out with my best friend while I was away. Who is Gene? Can you come over on Thursday?

I got to her house at 7 and said that we were going out. She said she couldn't be seen out with me. I said that no one would recognize her. We went up stairs where I helped her get ready. We put on lots of makeup, put her hair up over her head, a short skirt and a tank type top. It barely contained her large tits and the nipples were outlined clearly, especially after I pinched them to make sure they would show. We went to a bar and grill down by the Interstate construction site. She walked from the parking lot sort of hunched over and hiding behind me. When we got to the door I slapped her on the ass and told her to stand up straight and show of those bit tits, then pushed her in the door. I think everyone had looked her over by the time we got to a table. We had fish and chips with some wine for Mrs. M, which she drank three glasses. By the time we were through the lights were turned down and some music was playing as the place filled up with the evening crowd. 




Back to School



There were a few guys I had worked with over the summer who stopped to chat and look down Mrs. M's blouse, and finally two came and sat down at our table and started to hit on her. They started on how good looking she was and where did I find her and she looked a lot higher class than most of the broads in this place. She was polite but rather quiet and they finally discussed what was really on there minds, her big tits and were they real. I reached over and pinched one of her nipples and held on until it got hard and announced that there was not an ounce of silicone there. She leaned over and whispered that she was uncomfortable and wanted to leave. 

"She wants to show you that they are real. It is OK. Go ahead and pull your top down." She looked at me with horror in her eyes and I told he very firmly to do it. She did and more. While the top was down she threw back her shoulders, that pushed them way out and grabbed both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them until they were both standing straight out.

She pulled her top up and I suggested that we go to a booth in the back where it was dark. I had her sit between the two of them. After more drinks came, I told the guy next to me that she might like to see his cock. While he unzipped his pants her attention was on the other guy who had grabbed a tit and was trying to get it out of her blouse. She managed to get his hand away but when she pulled her hand back the guy next to me just took a hold and guided it to his crotch. I saw her eyes go up and she turned to look at me. I said she was doing great. She thrust her tits out again and the other guy went for them, unimpeded this time. 

He must have noticed that she had a hold of the other guys prick, and whispered something in her ear. She let go of the other guy's cock long enough to get his pants undone and his cock out then she sat there looking straight ahead with a cock in each hand. I looked over and saw two arms directed toward her crotch and assumed they were playing with her pussy. My suspicions were confirmed when she appeared to have an orgasm. I looked around the bar and decided that we had gone far enough for there and suggested that we go to the parking lot. I paid and we went out the back door. 

One of the guys said he had a truck nearby. He got in on the seat and I pushed Mrs. M in on the floor. She pulled out his cock and started kissing it and then sucked him until he came. She pulled back after the first load and the second landed all over her face and chest. The other guy replaced him immediately. His cock was half again as large as the first one but she managed to suck most of it in. When he came he deliberately pushed her away and holding her by the hair directed his come all over her face and into her hair. 

I told them the party was over and took Mrs. M back to her car. On the way home, I told her how hot she was, how slutty she looked and would she bare her tits and play with herself so that we would both be hot when we got home. She massaged her nipples and flashed her tits at passing cars. She managed to get much of the come wiped off her face and hair. When we got into the garage, she ran her finger from her cunt to my mouth so I could taste that she was hot. I bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her from behind. After showering and cleaning up, I fucked her very slowly and gently in the master bed. After she had come a half dozen times, she hugged me tight and thanked me for giving her such a great night.

Fall came, construction on weekends ended and I found more work with the school gathering field data on vegetation and habitat. In mid November, a friend of mine asked me to take pictures of some of her art work at a gallery opening. I was using the school video camera. I was surprised when Mr. M came up and asked me about the camera and said he couldn't hook his new camera up to his TV. Mrs. M came up as we were talking and suggested I come over and help him and she would fix us dinner. We made an appointment for Monday. 

The family room next to the kitchen had been redone to include a large sofa and a new giant sized TV, three feet wide. I found the overlooked adapter in the camera box and quickly had the camera feeding the signal directly into the TV. I gave him a few tips on the most common mistakes and had Mrs. M on the TV to demonstrate. She posed said she had never seen herself on TV except at the bank. She wiggled seductively and asked how she looked. She was putting on a show for me but her husband didn't seem to notice. We had a good roast beef for dinner. When I talked with Mr. M about the habitat work I was doing he said that the University shouldn't be helping the tree huggers and they were nothing but hippies and lesbians. I helped Mrs. M with the dishes while he was watching the Monday night game on TV. When we were done she hugged me and said she wished we could fuck. She put her hand under her skirt and then put a fragrant finger to my lips and said this is a kiss to last until Saturday when he was going to the football game in the next state. 

On Saturday morning Gene said that Diann had called to say that her husband had gone to the game and invited us to Mrs. M's. Gene had to help a couple of his buddies at a Junior High football clinic but had told her he would bring them by when it was over. I got there about 2:00, for the start of the game. Mrs. M and Diann were dressed up to look like cheerleaders. They had on short, full skirts and tops that looked like they had been made for the occasion using scissors to cut out the necks of some small T shirts. They were cut so low that they barely covered the nipples. I suspected that they had a bottle of wine with lunch. 

They had the game on the TV. I walked up behind Diann and reached around her to grab her tits, verifying that she did not have on a bra. I said that it was good that her husband could not see back through the TV, as I reached between her legs to find skimpy panties over her mound. The game was not very good and when they showed the Cheerleaders I said we go better ones here. Mrs. M and Diann came over and hugged me. They both said they had wanted to be cheerleaders. I got the video camera and hooked it to the TV. I got beside the TV so they could see themselves. Then said you don't have to look so wooden. I told them to see if they could spark some life into the home team and they bent over and showed their swaying tits. They looked at themselves on the huge TV and started to jump up an down and shake their tits. And now for another view! They turned around and bent over, pulling their skirts up showing their mature asses. They looked behind them at the TV as I put the camera in close to show their panties. 

Just then Gene appeared with beer and two ex football players from the clinic, who were doing graduate work in sociology. The girls were somewhat taken aback by the two black guys, and tried to cover up their scantily covered breasts. They relaxed a bit after introductions. I changed the TV back to the game and we all watched while having more beer and wine for the girls. The girls were siting on the sofa with Gene and Clyde.

The game was still dull and again the subject of cheerleaders came up. I asked Anton if the Cheers had any effect on the team. He said that the noise sometimes helped but that they were mostly unaware of the cheerleaders during the game. 

"The best thing they do is that some of them had sex with the players after the game. The girls really seem into it and we sure did." 

"We got a couple of girls here that want to try out for cheerleader." I pulled Mrs. M and Diann up and told them to do a cheer. They again bent over and shook their tits at the guys. I switched the TV back showing the video camera and I moved behind the sofa to get a better picture. When the girls turned around to show their asses, they could see themselves in the TV. They looked really surprised when the picture showed Clyde reaching up under Mrs. M's skirt and planting a big black hand on her white ass as she jumped forward. Then Anton moved up behind Diann, hiked up the T shirt above her tits and put his big arms around her. She was struggling to get away and watching herself, as the picture showed his big hands reached to her pale breasts. 

"Stop! Don't do that! Let me go!" He responded by turning her around and picking her up. She continued to struggle and kick and call out for a few seconds and when she calmed down a little, he put one big hand under her ass and he rubbed her body, just like she was some sort of a doll, up and down across his. She was stiff for a while but must of liked what she felt because soon she had arched her back was grinding her pelvis into his on each swipe. Then they were kissing. He carried her back to the sofa and sat her down next to Gene. Anton knelt down and pulled Diann's panties off. She reached out and pulled his head between her open thighs. She pulled up her skirt to watch as he ran his tong along her pussy lips.

Clyde had quickly grabbed Mrs. M's arms from behind and pulled her over and sat her in a chair next to the sofa. Standing in front of her, he reached down and ripped her T shirt apart. He ran his hands over her freed breasts until the nipples stood out hard. She watched as he undid his pants and pushed them down. She then pulled his shorts down and stared in amazement as his hard huge cock sprang free. He moved between her legs and, holding the back of her head with his left hand and his cock with his right, started to rub it over her face. Into her eyes, along her nose, across her lips, under her chin, and finally slapping it across her cheeks. I was getting a good picture as she reached up and held it between two white hands, one hand would not get near to reaching around. She rubbed it across her face again and then opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and ran it around the head. She gave it a big kiss and slowly slid it into her widening mouth. She got most of the head in and then slid it slowly out and then smiled up at him as if to ask:"How am I doing?" He replied by pushing his cock back into her mouth and jamming even more of it in. 

"How do you like having a big black cock in your pretty white mouth." Her only reply was to try to suck more of it in and to receive his thrusts that appeared to be directed at driving it through her head. 

I turned my attention and the camera to Diann. She was now on her knees sucking on Gene. Anton was behind her running his long black cock up and down over Diann's cunt as the two puffy mounds slowly swelled up and the gash between them got redder. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass with two large hands and spread them wide and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As he slowly started it in, she pulled off Gene and looked back with a wide eyed look of astonishment on her face. 

"Holly shit!"

"Just relax and this big black cock is going to make you feel better than you ever have." She kept looking back at him until it was sliding in more freely. She started moving her ass back and forth with Anton's rhythm and then smiled and turned back to grab hold of Gene's cock. She was using it as a balance as she started moving her body to meet Anton's thrusts. I kept the camera moving and trying to record as much as I could. 

I had moved back to Mrs. M as Clyde pulled his saliva wet cock from her mouth and again wiped it all over her face. He then pulled her up, pulled down her skirt and panties and laid her on the floor. He got over her and slid his black cock between her white tits, ran the head over her nipples and then stuck the head back in her mouth. 

"Do want this big black cock in you hot white pussy?"

"Oh God yes."

When he got between her thighs, her legs went out and she tried to stuff his cock into her pussy. It looked like it wasn't going to work until she finally let go and pulled her pussy lips apart as he guided it in. Her eyes got big and her mouth came open in a look of surprise and maybe a little discomfort. I tried to catch it all on the video. He finally got most of that large cock into her and she propped herself up to look at it sliding in and out. When I got down close with the camera she noticed me and gave a little smile. She turned to look at her image on the TV and looked startled. I don't think she had seen herself on it before. Her look turned to pure lust as now she was watching as well as feeling the huge dick sliding in her pussy.

"God that's hot." She was lifting her ass off the floor to meet his strokes and came almost immediately. Clyde only slowed down for a minute and was soon going at her again. She started responding almost immediately and after a few more minutes, Clyde pulled out and shot a load of come that started on her face, went down over her tits and ended in a puddle on her belly.

I turned my attention back to the to where Gene had one hand in Diann's hair and the other was running his cock over her face wiping up his come and trying to stuff it in her mouth. Anton was slowly pulling his long glistening cock out of her cunt. 

We sat around for a few minutes, no one bothered to dress, turned the game back on the TV, and the guys had another beer. Mrs. M crawled over to me on her hands and knees and said that it was now my turn and reached up and pulled my pants and shorts down. She took my cock in her mouth and ran it around and sucked on it as it grew. 

"I've got one hole that hasn't been filled yet." She got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me. I was behind her in a flash trying to get a little lubrication on my cock from the gooey mess dripping out of her cunt. I got it into her tight ass in a few long strokes. She was bucking back into me when Anton moved in front of her. He grabbed her hair in one hand and holding his cock in the other started rubbing it over her face and finally slid it into her mouth. We were each banging our cocks into her and buffeting her back and forth. I got my hands digging into her ass cheeks and we got into a rhythm where she was sliding his cock into her mouth as I was driving into her ass.

Across the room, Clyde was lying on the floor and Diann was squealing. "It's to big! you're tearing me apart! I can't take any more." She continued sliding down, working more of his cock into her ass.

The next week Mrs. M called and asked if she could come over. She said that her ass was still sore but she had never felt so sexually alive. 

"Thanks for helping me. I have pretty well satisfied my curiosity about sex and fulfilled my wildest dreams. How did you know I wanted to try black cock? I think I am ready to settle for just a good fuck now and again. Anyway Cindy is coming home to stay for a few weeks. Her husband is in Washington for some politicking and she didn't want to go." 

A week later, Cindy showed up at my office.

"Mother said I could find you here. Can I take you to dinner and dump all my woe on you?" 

That night we met at a fancy restaurant in a newly remodeled small hotel. 

After dinner she reached across the table and took both of my hands. " I want to apologize for being such a bitch when we went out before." I started to say it was OK but she motioned for me to be quiet. "I know we agreed no sex but I didn't realize how hard it must have been on you. My husband is not interested in sex, only the law, and left me high and dry. I tried to get him interested with everything I could think of from sexy lingerie to porn and then just lie in bed at night crying. I realized that I had done the same to you and my brain couldn't let you go." She squeezed my hands an tears came to her eyes. I didn't know what to say.

"I signed the annulment this morning. I have a room upstairs. Can I make it up to you?" 

All I can say is that she had the sexual appetite of her mother and the body of an angel.

We went out for a month, I fell in love and we decided to marry. She invited me to dinner to make a formal announcement to her father. After the meal I told him that Cindy and I wanted to marry and asked for his consent. He muttered about income, long term prospects, that it was too soon for Cindy to marry again, but maybe the environment might be an expanding area. Mrs. M finally spoke.

" Last time we decided on Cindy's husband and we were wrong. This time it is her choice." 

Later in the kitchen after we had done the dishes, Cindy thanked her mother for smoothing the way with her father. 

"Just remember that you owe me."

I looked inquisitively at Cindy. "I agreed that I would let you fuck her whenever she acted like a bad mother joke."



Back To School



August 16, 2014 - Upper Darby Performing Arts Center

27 years after graduation from Upper Darby High School in Pennsylvania, Tina Fey was coming back. And she was bringing her biggest movie back to the school that inspired it.

Tonight, Tina would be at the school's performing art center for a 10'th anniversary screening of her film "Mean Girls," which she wrote and appeared in. She would also be at a meet and greet and a q&a session after the screening. I knew this intimately because I helped arrange it.

It was by accident at first. Technically it wasn't, since I worked at the school and at the performing arts center for the summer, so I was where I was supposed to be. I just stayed later than I should have and was the nearest one to answer the phone when Tina called, to arrange this screening and fundraiser.

After the initial disbelief that it was her - complete with a minimum of stammering when I was proven wrong - I managed not to blow the deal. In fact, even after I got her on with my superiors, she let me serve as a liaison between the school/center and her representatives over the phone in the coming weeks. Sometimes I even spoke to her directly again.

Maybe it did the trick when I mentioned I was a 26-year-old teacher and the school was my alma mater. Perhaps the idea of getting into teaching as a career, at such a young age, was funny in today's cynical world. Tina was an expert at funny things, although her comedy wasn't that kind of cruel - arguments by Sarah Palin supporters to the contrary.

Either way, I was already in her graces when we talked over final preparations a few days before she arrived. The level of comfort kept us talking over the phone, even when business was settled.

Why I wound up making a joke about me being a virgin - a true joke, at that - I puzzled over for the next few days. While trying not to get an anxiety attack before Saturday.

Admitting to someone else I was a virgin at my age...well, if my job wasn't comical, that sure was. Admitting it to a famous person I had to meet soon, was another level of humiliating hilarity.

I could have sworn I didn't drink too much while we were talking. What else could have made me feel that free?

The time to wonder that was over on Saturday night. Luckily, I was part of a group welcoming Tina to the performing arts center. Maybe I could ride their coattails the rest of the night in the background.

As such, I tried not to stare conspicuously when Tina arrived, sporting a white shirt, blue blazer and skirt. When it was my turn to greet her, she joked she was glad to put a face to the Darth Vader phone voice. Otherwise, it didn't look like she was someone who knew my most embarrassing secret.

Then again, she had improved as an actress since Mean Girls.

As further proof, she wasn't the one who flinched when we sat down in the theater, and the seat I found was next to hers. And she pulled off a good stage whisper when she leaned in and quietly said, "The only guys I did stuff with around here were gay."

"Huh?" was my only answer.

"You know that from my book, right?" she whispered anew. "Almost everyone who got excited over me in high school tried to forget I had breasts. Or what I had passing for them at the time." After a pause, she added, "So that disqualifies me from making comments or jokes about any kind of sexual history. In case you were wondering."

"Was I?" I asked, which was stupid. But I recovered by adding, "Was I that obvious?"

"My 'holy crap, I said something way too personal' radar went off a bit. It felt stronger over the phone, though," Tina noted. "But you don't need to set it off that bad just for me. And since I'm the special guest, you gotta obey."

"How Plastic of you," I felt okay enough to say.

"Then if that's a yes, we can both relax and enjoy this movie for the 200'th time. Can't we?" Tina offered.

"It's just the 12'th for me. But I get the point," I agreed.

I got it enough to sit back and watch the movie without any more worries. I got it enough to laugh at the same classic jokes and quotable lines for the 12'th time like everyone else, only right next to their writer. I even relaxed more when Tina stage whispered some little on set tidbits during certain scenes.

I figured that would be the extent of our personal interaction, once the movie was over and she went through her q&a and meet and greet. But instead of leaving afterwards, she apparently made the decision to stay and tour through her old stomping grounds. 

Guess who wound up chaperoning her.

Everyone else was allowed to clean up and go home, while I showed Tina around her old school and my current one. Between my little tidbits on the school today, and her far more amusing accounts of school life in the mid 80s - including stories that didn't make her book - there weren't many quiet moments.

Finally, I made it to the most personal part of the school for me - my classroom. As I went to my chalkboard, Tina sat in a seat on the front row, putting a few images in my head.

"Actually, I think we should switch," I said. "I have the most seniority in real teaching, but you've got the most star power. No one will be quoting my lessons in 10 years."

"I could argue, but that would be pretty after-school special of me. Usually no one wants to hear that in summer," Tina jabbed. Either way, she got up and headed for the chalkboard, and I went over to her seat.

"I think you'd find me a more cooperative student than the Plastics, Ms. Norbury," I addressed Tina, assuming she would be in Mean Girls character mode.

"Actually, Ms. Fey would like to take this one," Tina corrected. "It's nice to be on the other end of this. At least in here. Of course, after running two writers rooms like grownup classrooms, this would seem slightly more manageable."

"I get a share of managing done in here. At least I like to think so," I responded.

"I guess it's easier when you know what you're teaching. Or when you at least know more than your students," Tina commented. "There are some things you're an expert on, and some you know just enough about to fool and teach them. Other subjects, you're just not qualified on. Even if so many others your age are."

I was beginning to see a deeper, more troubling meaning to this. "But like I said, there are some subjects you just can't judge people on," Tina jumped ahead. It kept me from bolting for the door, at bare minimum.

"More than a few troubled boys thought I could teach them how to appear straight. In here, the performing arts, college, camps, you get the idea," Tina went on. "I just wasn't qualified to teach them how to enjoy straight sex. Now, with everything I've done since...I know enough to fool people."

Tina had sat down on the teacher's desk during her little monologue. In between paying attention to her words, I wound paying attention to her bare, crossed legs as well. I soon began to feel evidence that I paid attention to them all too well.

Unfortunately, it was too late to make the evidence go away by the time Tina got up and walked towards me. In fact, once she got to my desk, it got harder to make it go away.

"I missed out on that around here. Granted, it would have been wrong to use that knowledge on confused gay kids. But they were the only audience I could have gotten for that back then," Tina explained. "My target demographics are more...receptive now."

I could buy that. I was buying it now as proof. Between gawking at Tina's legs, the tone of the conversation, having her right in front of me, the glances I took at her white shirt, imagining Tina in all the hot teacher stereotypes, and my pre-existing crush on her before all this...that evidence wasn't going away.

"Case in point," Tina interrupted me - then visibly glanced down at me. Understanding why, I all but jumped out of my seat and covered my crotch, as if that would solve anything.

"No, no," Tina quickly said. "Outside of here, I'd see that as a problem. Here...well, someone doing that because they're turned on by just me, and by complete choice...I never experienced that here. Just like you've never experienced a few things too."

At that point, I did get out of my seat, eventually taking my hands off my visible boner. Tina just came closer to me and said, "Since we are technically two teachers...that makes us qualified to teach each other those few things. Even in summer. You wouldn't mind staying after class for lessons like that, would you?"

The part of me that might have nitpicked shut up when Tina's lips approached mine. I settled in quickly when they met, although the rest of my body was probably stiff - only one part in the good way. When Tina put her hands on me, I remembered this was something I did know how to do.

We stood between my students' desks as we kissed slowly, then started to go deeper. Once I put my hands on Tina's hips, I let out my first moan, and hers followed when our lips started opening up. Yet she soon broke and backed up to the teacher's desk, and I rushed to follow.

"How much have you done after that part?" she asked me.

"Okay, well..." I tried to recount quickly. "I've had my hands on other places once or twice. I got my fingers involved once. We just weren't awake enough to finish. We weren't close enough to try again, either."

"That's a fine learning curve," Tina said. I was tempted to say something clever about curves, but I was tempted more by Tina removing her blazer. "Go on, take care of the next layer," she offered.

Steadying my hands, I put them on the bottom of Tina's shirt and started unbuttoning it. I tried not to brush her chest when I got up top. But when I finished that and opened her shirt up, my eyes took their fill of Tina's breasts, covered in a matching white bra.

"Do you know how to get that last little, kinda chaffing item out of the way?" Tina asked. I studied her bra and the parts it didn't cover up - then noticed something handy at the center.

Apparently she made it easier on me by wearing a bra I could unhook in front. She really had planned for this. While I was thinking I'd embarrassed myself these last few days, she was...

Shaking it off, I got my hands on the center of her bra and started unhooking. "Nice going," Tina credited, going up and pulling her bra open herself.

"You too," I couldn't help saying once I saw her breasts. They both looked like they'd fit right into my hand, and proudly. For all the jokes Tina - and others - had made about her body over the years, it looked to me like it had aged to perfection. Breasts, figure, legs and all.

I reached for her breasts, but Tina stopped me. "You don't have to be that eager off the bat. Especially the first time," she taught. "I saw you checking me out below. Let's start there."

Tina sat herself down on top of the desk again, parting her legs as I stood in front of her. Remembering not to be too eager, I put a hand on each of her knees and carefully slid up. I rubbed the firm surface up and down, steadily going up her legs with each pass.

Soon, I found my hands right on the edge of her skirt. "Good. Go in just far enough," Tina instructed. My hands lifted her material up and then went below, reaching her hidden thighs. I tried to rub them nice and slow, using my thumbs to rub her down for good measure.

"There, you're getting it," Tina praised. "Now you can go for the boobs. Keep the hands where they are and see what happens."

Seeing no other option, I bent my head down a little to kiss her left nipple, as my hands kept massaging her thighs. I kissed her breast carefully, like I did with her lips at first, then got comfortable enough to kiss it deeper before long too. I went down to her underside for a bit, while my thumbs began inching towards Tina's underwear.

They reached it as I kissed the center of her left nipple, then did the same to her right. Tina groaned gently and encouraged, "Rub the fabric against me. You can get your tongue involved too." I promptly followed orders, sliding my tongue on her right nipple while pushing my thumb against the center of her panties and pussy.

"Do you want it in there?" I asked, before clarifying, "In the panties, I mean. Or underwear, or whatever." Apparently I wasn't as seamless at improv as she was.

"Go on. Keep the other hand and lips where they are," Tina said. Resting my right hand on her leg, I let my left finger begin to dip into her underwear. I made sure to kiss her breast right as my finger brushed her center.

"Mmmm...hold on, let me make it easier for you," Tina proposed. She had me back off before she got up and reached down below to lower her panties. She slipped out of them and stuffed them into the blazer lying on the desk, then looked back at me.

"It might help if I wasn't the only one with something off," Tina nitpicked. Understanding, I started removing my shirt and soon laid it onto the desk. In return, Tina fully took off her shirt and bra, leaving her in just her skirt.

Inspired, I lowered my pants and stepped out in just my underwear - leaving it easier for me to see how she turned me on. "Terrific. As you were," Tina said.

She sat back on the edge of the desk, her skirt keeping her from sitting bare assed - probably for the best. Getting back into position. I slid my hands back up her legs and into her skirt, resting my right and letting my left brush her pussy. In the meantime, I put my mouth over her left breast and started sucking in earnest.

"Oh...so those who do can teach too," Tina quipped. I was going on suppressed instinct, the little experience I had from those times I didn't quite go all the way, and what I saw and read in online erotica. It led me to capture her nipple with my teeth, rub my right palm on her leg and put the tip of my finger against her lower lips.

When it started to slip in, Tina let out a lower moan. I thought I heard a quiet "Fuck" when the tip got in, which I considered gold star worthy. "Should I go deeper now?" I broke from Tina's boob to ask.

"Well...if you're going to fuck me, I should see if you've got the technique right," Tina blew me away. "Have you lost your finger fucking virginity yet?"

"I, I think so..." I tried to recall accurately.

"Well, lose it again or for the first time, either way," Tina stated. "Let's see what kind of bar your cock will face soon." The jolt from hearing that made me push my finger in another inch or two.

Getting myself under control, I slowly pumped my finger into her while rubbing her leg down gently. "That's it..." Tina assured, having me break off her chest so she could lean up to kiss my lips. "Multitasking isn't just good for when your friends get on TMZ, you know."

Taking her word for it, I kept fingering her and massaging her leg as we kissed. Our tongues soon got busier, along with my fingers, as I felt Tina muttering "Fuck me," against my mouth. She broke and said more clearly, "You can bring the other hand up now."

I slowly let my right hand go down Tina's leg and out of her skirt, then I put it up and cupped her chest for the first time. Putting my thumb and index finger on her right nipple, I rubbed it as I kissed her and let my left finger wiggle inside her pussy all at once. I repeated this a few more times, with Tina groaning harder each time.

"Yes, multitasking, you're listening!" Tina said. "Just rub me now..."

Obeying, I stopped kissing her and let my hands stroke her pussy and breasts at once. Tina exhaled, looking right at me and then looking down my body. She stared at it and my still contained bulge as I kept rubbing her genitals.

Her beautiful brown eyes and pretty face seemed to darken as she racked over my body, all as my hands got her off. I can't say I wasn't flattered. If she was as aroused by me as I was by her - something we both probably weren't familiar with on these grounds - it exceeded all expectations.

"Oh...have you ever made a woman cum?" Tina asked me. "In those times you got close, did anyone cum?"

"Uh...she claimed she did that one time. But I was already falling asleep..." I recounted. "I'm awake now..."

"Good. Then you can hear the big lesson..." Tina said, clenching herself around my finger. "No matter how hard it is...sometimes it's better to take a break."

Tina put her hand over her tit and my hand, and bucked her hip back against my finger. After a few more moans from both of us, she removed me from her chest and started taking me out of her skirt too.

"We've only got a limited time here. If I'm gonna cum, I want to save it for the end. When we're on the same page," Tina declared. "Sometimes when you're on the edge, a break can do you good. Makes it even hotter when you get right back there. And there are ways to pass the time before then."

As I absorbed those lessons, Tina stood up and walked to behind the desk, sitting down on my chair. I went to stand beside her, then I noticed Tina staring at what was right in front of her now - the front of my underwear.

"See? If I'd gone for that right away, it might have gone off already and you wouldn't be that hard now. Then I couldn't pass the time now," Tina explained. "Of course, I gotta be delicate with you now anyway. I'm cooling down, but you can't get way too hot to balance me out. Not yet."

Tina still risked it by putting her hands on my garment, pulling the front of it down. My erection came out to meet her and get studied, which Tina did thoroughly before gently placing a hand on it.

"Blowing you and blowing me are two different things. But it can be the same too," Tina taught. "If you don't want someone to go off yet, but you want to show him what he's in for...you can do it just right if you go slow enough."

With that, Tina leaned in, opened her mouth and quickly took my first few inches into her mouth. She kept it there while her tongue slid against me, then she slowly came off. In short order, she slipped me back in her mouth and started bobbing on me nice and slow, like she was slowly fucking me.

I exhaled shakily as Tina popped off, kissed my head a few times, then suckled it right back in. Her hand went on my shaft and held on while her mouth and tongue worked the top half. She looked up at me in the middle of it and I got lost in her eyes, not to mention her sucking and licking.

"Right," Tina said when she came off. "You know that looking up when you suck someone off really works on guys. Women like seeing someone look like that when they eat her out too. For future reference."

I filed that away before getting lost in Tina sucking my cock again. My hands stayed awkwardly still, but I wanted to use them somehow. I let my right one go into her hair, without gripping her head too hard, and let my left hand go down to hold her breast.

Tina stopped sucking and commented, "Good instincts. You took my head on without forcing it down. You can't do that unless they show you they're cool with it, that's common courtesy." She paused and added, "But if someone wants you to do that in the future, you can't be unprepared, I guess."

She put her head back into position, opening her mouth in front of my shaft. "Ready when you are," she told me. I could only nod my head, which made her close her lips over me again. Steeling myself and hoping I didn't get carried away, I put my hand on the back of Tina's head and pushed it down an inch.

I thrusted my cock an inch deeper into her mouth, then pulled back. Tina took me back in as I threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her head as I started thrusting. She came off and took command in bobbing down on me harder, then I started thrusting back in kind.

Soon enough, it felt like I was fucking her throat - fucking a tight part of a woman for the first time ever. I could have gotten pretty carried away by that loss of my virginity, if Tina hadn't come off me right then. 




Back To School



"All right, you got that down! Like I said, you want to back away from the edge if you're not ready yet. It's not something you always get or like right away," Tina informed.

"Sorry if I didn't get that right away," I covered my tracks.

"Don't beat yourself up. You don't want to know if you're into that quite yet," Tina joked. "Right now we're just focused on getting off. Now that I got a taste and I'm feeling less edgy, it's your turn."

Tina got to her feet and made us switch positions. Pretty soon, I was sitting back in my chair while Tina was standing in front of me - and lifting up her skirt to show me what was underneath. I'd fingered it already, but this required a different touch.

"Your finger got the hang of it before long," Tina reminded. "Your tongue can work the same way. Just wetter. And with lips involved. And feel free to keep those hands busy too."

Following her word, I put my hands back on her upper legs while her hands held her skirt up. I took a deep breath, trying to remember how and what I did the only other time I was inches from someone's pussy. But this was all too different.

"Just go with what you know. Then you can think of new stuff when you're at ease," Tina advised. I took it and decided to just kiss her on her lower lips, like they were her upper lips.

I kissed them slow and soft at first, while my hands went back to their familiar work on her thighs. And like when I kissed Tina's mouth, I was soon ready to use more of my lips and tongue. As I did, I felt her skirt draping over my head, as Tina appeared to have dropped it.

But she only did it long enough to finally start unzipping it. She had me take my head away as she removed it, laid it on the desk and appeared fully naked at last.

Although I'd seen the naked body parts on a woman before, I hadn't seen all of them at once in front of me, live in person. I'd already gotten a look and feel at Tina's breasts, waist, pussy and legs, but seeing the whole petite, well aged, nicely curved package altogether was even more exceptional.

At the least, I was more at ease to try new stuff now. Stuff like going back down on her and holding her naked hips at the same time. I rubbed the sides of her waist like I did with her legs, then reached around and got a grip on her ass next, all as my lips and tongue dug deeper into Tina.

"Yeah...a little higher. A little higher all over," Tina softly asked. To that end, my tongue went to the upper end of her pussy, while my hands went up her back. They went back on her waist, went as high as they could, then slid all the way down her waist and back to her hips. 

Moaning on her pussy as a result, I took my hands back up her shapely form, then rested them up on her breasts. Since Tina liked me sucking her tit and fingering her pussy at the same time, I figured suckling her pussy and rubbing both her nipples at once would work too. It did and then some.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, you learn quick!" Tina complimented. "I sure hope that doesn't poke holes in your virgin story. For your sake." It was kind of fair for her to wonder that, even now.

"I don't get out much, but I do learn quick," I said in between licking her up and down. "I've gotten enough down time to learn about this stuff. Not enough to put it in practice till now..."

"I'm gonna take your word for it for now," Tina agreed, right as I sucked and pinched her. "But...if you're telling the truth about the virgin stuff...you won't be able to in a minute..."

"Final exam time?" I realized.

"Uh huh...as final and thorough as it gets," Tina promised. I took my head off her to get ready, then figured out an upcoming problem.

"Um...there's not really a comfortable place for this...exam," I said. "I could stay in the chair, but I don't know how well it'll hold up. Not that we're heavy, but...then again, lying on the desk isn't comfortable either."

"Let's try the chair and see how long that lasts. Besides, there'll be times when you're in a 'more than one position' mood anyway," Tina figured. She then gave herself the go ahead to settle in her first position - sitting on my lap while I was in the chair.

I let Tina fit herself onto my lap, holding her waist and making sure we didn't topple over. When she was situated, I looked down at my cock lying against her center. After she did too, she shifted her hips up and I held my cock so it was pointing underneath her.

This was it. This was a milestone many students had reached over 10 years before me. But I was doing it with a beautiful, brilliant celebrity. So a come from behind victory for me, then.

Trying not to think of it in those terms, I shook it off and let my tip push against Tina's folds. She sunk down on me and covered up my head, making me hiss. I tried to distract myself by rubbing her hips and legs, but I doubted it turned me on any less. 

I knew enough to know it was unlikely I would last too long, regardless of Tina's lesson. Yet since this was my first time, and my only shot with Tina, I really had to give it my best with the time I had. 

In this moment in time, I laid my head against Tina's breasts, holding onto her while her pussy sank lower on me. I absentmindedly tongued and kissed the nearest nipple, which earned a little moan from her as I felt her chest rise.

Eventually, I was up for taking my first thrust up into her. When I took myself down, Tina came down with me. Our hips started moving in unison, helping me to settle in, so I soon leaned back and watched my cock move inside of her.

I looked back up at Tina, then down at her filled pussy, then up and down the rest of her body. My admiration led me to lean in and kiss her, to which Tina responded pretty quickly. Before long, her mouth and hips were smothering my lips and cock at the same speed.

I ran my hands over her back, ass and upper legs while Tina's kisses went down to my neck. "Tina..." I gasped, starting to feel less in control. "Oh, Ms. Fey..." I let slip out.

"Back to formal names for your teacher, huh?" Tina carried on.

"Uh huh..." I couldn't argue.

"Well, the student had a point earlier. I don't think this chair will do much longer," Tina said in my ear. "I know a better place to sit on, if you'll help me."

"Yes, Ms. Fey," I kept role playing. Technically, she was Mrs. Fey - but it really wasn't necessary to get that technical.

I let Tina climb off me and we both stood up. Yet Tina quickly made it so I was lying on my back on the desk - giving her the perfect place to lie down on. She laid on top of me, which counteracted the cold steel I felt on my back and ass. But feeling her rubbing on top of me and sinking onto my cock again put it over the top.

"Mmmm," Tina groaned, pumping her hips on top of mine. I laid my hands there and let my hips pump up to meet her, while our upper bodies rested against each other. She kissed my neck for a while, then I did the same to hers while I watched her naked back and ass writhe on top of me.

"You like that?" Tina asked. "You like that I'm fucking you. You just want me to fuck you in here...you're gonna cum soon just for me," she said with some amusement - reminding me this was a kind of first for her too.

Maybe imagining her as my teacher went against the spirit of that. No matter what brief thoughts I had of her in her famed glasses, or back in a teacher's pencil skirt. Yet with what she was doing for me, I owed her not to be thinking of anyone or anything else. Even if it was just another version of her.

"I'm gonna cum for you soon, Ms. Fey...Tina," I said with emphasis at the end, squeezing her ass and then reaching down to start rubbing her pussy. I'd read enough to know that was a good move, and her groans seemed to confirm it.

After a few more rubs, I asked, "Why don't I see if I can get you more comfy?"

"Oh...all right, let's see what you've learned," Tina agreed, making herself get off me again. This time, after I got on my feet, I had her lie on the desk before I got on top of her - taking command for the first time.

By then, I'd gotten used to the tightness and warmth of her pussy - enough not to blow right away. I knew enough to put my right hand on the back of her head, so she wouldn't have to lie it on the desk. I also fit my left hand between us, so I could try and rub her off.

In the meantime, I kissed her lips and went down her face, stopping between her neck and ear. I knew I couldn't leave any marks, so I just kissed and suckled as gently as I could. "How's that," I asked quietly?

"Ohh...gold stars so far," Tina praised.

"Good..."I gasped, lightly nibbling her ear before standing back up on my own two feet. Tina wrapped her legs around me as I held her hips, looking down on her while fucking her.

"Fuck yeah," I started, admiring her form. "Your tits, your figure, your mouth, your eyes, your legs...your pussy...oh, it's everything I imagined."

"From any woman, or me?" Tina wondered.

"Both," I admitted. "And you? Getting fucked in here by someone who wants you...worth it?" I finished while placing my hands on her pussy and chest.

"It took 25 years, but I'll take it," Tina deadpanned. "And that for good measure," she said before pushing her hips back and clenching me tighter. After she did it a few more times, I had to pick up my pace.

"You're making it hard for me to savor this," I commented.

"I'm making it hard. That's good enough for me," Tina shot back with wordplay. "I want to make you cum hard...maybe you can help me join in?" she challenged.

Knowing I didn't have that much time before I came first, I still risked it by fucking her faster. Once my fingers joined in, I suddenly pulled out, went on my knees and started eating her while rubbing her down. I don't know if I had much of a technique, but I hoped my eagerness and fingertips would count for something,

It did help my cock cool down a little bit, while I brought Tina closer to the edge. "Oh fuck...oh, this is new here too," Tina praised. Maybe she was just getting close because no one wanted to do this for her in high school, not just because of me. Still, I saw no choice but to take it and help along.

I helped with a deep lick up and down her slit, followed by shoving two fingers into her as I got back on my feet. I stood up and kept fucking her, watching her wet pussy, her hips moving around, and her face get flushed with pleasure. It was enough to stop my cock from cooling too much.

Once I put myself back in her, I steeled myself for one more spurt. When I was ready, I slammed myself against Tina and got myself going as fast as I could. She moaned and put her fingers on herself, which only made it harder for me in several ways.

"Don't cum in me," she gasped out, as if I didn't already know that. "I want to do it myself. I want to see what I did..."

"Then get ready..." I warned, giving myself just a few more pumps before I had to pull out. Of course, after 26 years of not getting to do this, I didn't necessarily want it to end that fast. Especially with her.

But I supposed the true final exam of sex was knowing your limitations, and pulling away before doing...unintentional damage. Scandalous damage in this case. Fortunately, I was good at tests.

With every bit of will power left, I removed myself from Tina. However, I left my fingers in place to bring her to the finish - right as she used her fingers on me to do the same.

She took a few deep breaths as she stroked me and took my fingers in, while I tried to relax and let go for her. Let her see just what she did for me - the first woman to fully do it for me, no less.

"Do it. Cum for me," Tina told me again. I probably shouldn't have obeyed her until she came for me. But after all this, I finally had to obey. It was a miracle I didn't obey sooner - so maybe that bode well for me with future women.

In the end, I shot my historic orgasm all over Tina's upper body and breasts. I made myself finger-fuck her harder, if only so I wouldn't pass out. But soon after I was done, I could feel Tina tightening up and bucking right against me.

Perhaps seeing someone cum that hard for her here was the final trigger. In any case, she soon came hard herself all over my hand.

My virgin hand made Tina Fey cum. Even if it wasn't all because of me, it still gave me an ego boost.

The last milestone to cross off was my first taste of a woman's cum. I knelt back down and took my hand out, licking it and her pussy clean while Tina reached over for her blazer. Pulling out a Kleenex, she revealed just how prepared for this she really was.

Soon enough, we were both as clean as we could get. This little late summer school session was over. "So...an A for effort, or for anything else?" I found myself asking.

Tina didn't answer, as she got on her feet and started gathering her clothes. I watched/ogled her once more while I could, finally getting my own clothes just as she covered herself up. After we were both dressed, she came back over to me.

"Let's just say...sex-ed students would be lucky to have you," she quipped. "Just don't teach them quite like that. Okay?"

"Of course," I quickly assured her.

"Good. This may have been a one-time lesson plan. But I'm sure you can adapt it really well for other, safer, long-term lessons too. I'd bet my degree on it. Even any phony honorary ones I might get someday," Tina promised.

"That's high praise," I said. A thank you might have been too awkward, even if true. Regardless, Tina came over and gave me a much better thank you.

After a few heated, then slow kisses that briefly made me think about...extra credit, she broke off and headed for the door. "Well? Any good teacher's pet knows to walk her out and keep her company till her limo gets here," Tina pointed out.

And like Lindsay Lohan at the beginning of Mean Girl, I was the ideal teacher's pet. Then again, tonight I might have acted like the kind of 'teacher's pet' Lohan would be now.

But that was one last Lohan joke I refrained from making around Tina that night. Barely.

THE END



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