5 comments/ 17078 views/ 19 favorites English for Sinners By: Lithium_hobo All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! A/N: Nothing too sexy in this chapter, and certainly no explicit sex involved at all; just establishing come characters and the setting. I will be doing more, of course, and I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions on the premise of three goth/punk girls gradually teasing and seducing their teacher into sin. If you would like to see more, and/or have something specific you would love to see, let me know in the comments and maybe it will make it in! ***** Many things go through a man's head when he is faced with a difficult decision. Does he embrace the unknown, face the risks, and hope he comes out the other end unscathed, or does he remain where it is safe, familiar, and comfortable? It may sound like the former trumps the latter, but when the decision involves betraying all your ethics and morals, risking everything you've worked so hard to achieve, and having little to no assurance that the reward will be worth the effort and dangers, then the latter has some appeal, too. I haven't been a teacher for very long, only a few years, but in that time I managed to amass my fair share of commendations and condemnations. When you examine the grand scheme of things, both punishment and praise led me to where I am today, but it was certainly punishment that was responsible for my most recent change in station. My high marks in college and excellent performance in the field allowed me to land a great job at a private high school, where the pay helped me to shatter the stereotype of the underpaid educator. However, my can-do attitude and tendency to go against the grain for the sake of "doing what's right" is what ended my year-long reign as the AP English teacher and is what planted me as the remedial English teacher for the senior class. I won't go over the details of my fall from grace, but it involved the usual disciplining the wrong student who had the right connections to powerful people. At first I was disappointed, but not distraught by the turn of events. I had worked with many underachieving students and prided myself in being able to bring out the best in every child. Despite my enthusiasm and best efforts, my students confirmed what my peers had all warned me after they heard the news of my "demotion." The remedial English class for seniors was more or less a holding cell for those who simply couldn't, or more precisely simply refused to, do the work and earn the marks necessary to advance. Being the private school of many rich and powerful people, however, it would be bad form to hold back any floundering students, so rather they are placed in what is essentially a nursery to wait out the clock until graduation, at which point they will be given the minimum required C average and left to go to a prestigious university, only to graduate in another 4 years under the same treatment and get a cushy job at their parent's respective place of business. Nevertheless, I did try, for about one semester. After that it became clear that these kids knew the score and had no interest in bettering their education. In all likelihood they had been coasting for much of their high school career, if not longer. Some were capable, some were even intelligent, but all were just lazy and uninterested. "What's the point in proper spelling if there's spell check?" "Why do I need to do a report on this book if Cliff's Notes already covers it?" "Who cares about grammar? I just use emojis and it's fine." That one was my favorite. I don't want to say I gave up on them, but...well okay, I did give up on them. Still, I hoped that if kept my head down and did my job, I could get out of this prison cell and back to doing actual teaching as I desperately wanted to do. Which brings me to the present. The winter break is over, and I'm ready to coast just as much as my students do and end this year without any further incidents so I can improve my position. It wasn't unusual for students be shuffled around classes between semesters at this particular school. Some students would take half one course and half another, or they would be moved to another class after finding that they were under or over performing in their previous placement. I had received a list of new students to my class. Only three were added, and although I couldn't put a face to the names, I could immediately see what connections they had that allowed them to be at this school and not expelled for their poor performance, thus placing them in my happy band of underachievers. Valentina Pellegrino. Her surname is what I recognized immediately. Although I hadn't attended any of her games (I tried to attend as many as I could, but there are so many...), word around the campus was that she was the greatest player the school had ever had. Being the star athlete of the girls' soccer, track, and field hockey teams, Valentina was able to enjoy the stereotypical benefits that came from being a top player on a high school sports team. So even though her parents don't carry as much power as compared to those of other students, she had managed to secure her own place in the hierarchy through her reportedly amazing prowess on the field. Vanessa Smithfield, of the local renowned Smithfields. Although I had never met their daughter, or her parents, the Smithfields carried a great deal of weight around the town. Financers and beneficiaries of several upper class establishments, including the school itself. They owned a great deal of land and had themselves involved in many lucrative areas, all contributing to their fabulous wealth. While having never met her personally, I would hear murmurs from other students about Vanessa. She was one of the popular girls, the kind that make or break another student's high school social life. However, since this year began, I hadn't heard anything said about her, not a peep. A strange thing to go from being the most mentioned name in the school to suddenly not existing on anyone's radar, but that's high school drama for you. Vivika Briarheart. Now here was a name I could not match to any student. While true I had never met Valentina or Vanessa, I had heard their names and could easily figure their place in the school pecking order. Vivika, however, was a mystery. Not even her surname rang a bell, despite how unique it was. Most students you could trace to someone of some importance at this school, but hers had no connections that I could see. Despite getting a star athlete, a (possibly former) top of the social elite member, and a mystery added to my class, I didn't feel anything would change in the dynamics of my classroom. I almost believe some prankster god was watching me, and upon the internal utterance of my assurance of a smooth semester, the deity must have chuckled at what was to come. My first alarm should have been my immediate thoughts of the girls as they walked into the classroom, the last to arrive after all the other students had found their seats, in true dramatic fashion. I had seen attractive students before, but never any desires sprang up and those that flirted with me or gazed dreamily while I taught were easily rebuked. These girls - no, these women, were of a different class entirely. The first to enter the room was a blonde, but blonde with blue streaks running through her twin pigtails. Chewing gum, her full, rosy, lips were in a constant, steady, motion, offering quick glimpses of perfect white teeth. Showcasing an inappropriate amount of cleavage, the first new student displayed her two biggest keys to being well liked by her male peers, and hated by the females. I shuddered to myself when I noticed the slight bounce in them, held so tightly by a corset that wrapped only around her torso, leaving her shoulders bare. Up her arms were sleeves that reached slightly past her elbows, striped black and blue. With a criminally short blue and black plaid skirt, I was tempted to push a pencil off my desk in the hopes she would have the manners to pick it up for me. Unlike her breasts, her legs were veiled behind dark stockings, offering only minor peeks at her flesh through the torn holes that went with her bubbly goth look. Her boots were tall, black, and buckled from top to bottom, yet they had the distinctly feminine trait of high heels. I was broken from the hypnotic bouncing of her chest when she waved at me, hand just in front of her breasts to break the spell. When I caught myself looking back at her blue eyes, she gave me a knowing smile and wink. As if one wasn't bad enough, in came a second temptation that could end my career. Dark hair flared out slightly at short ends, reaching only as far as her ears. A skin tone that could only be described as caramel, completely flawless and unmarked by blemishes and the lightness contrasted against the black tattoos that adorned her body in various places, of things I could not make out unless I were to stare far too long. In addition to the tattoos, silver piercings could be found in several locations, such as her lip, nose, eyebrow, ears, belly button, and I could only fantasize about where else. Her breasts were humble enough to not draw attention to themselves under her green jersey, but proud enough to not press against the fabric comfortably. Her jersey, from one of her many teams I guessed, was tied in a knot, showing off her impossibly flat and fit tummy that looked like a milk chocolate waterfall narrowing in and then curving outwards into full, womanly, hips. Her shorts, like her hair, were kept very short, the legs of which barely went beyond her pelvis. Legs kept bare, displaying all her years of athletic endeavors in the form of muscles and definition that conveyed strength but never betrayed her femininity. Her tube socks went half way up her calves and her shoes were unsurprisingly sneakers. She did not offer me a pleasant smile as the girl before her did. Instead she just looked displeased with her surroundings, and granted me only a slight snarl from her dark green, incredibly plump, lips. There was enough of a break between her and the last arrival that my eyes were able to follow her to her seat, and I saw what was by far her more impressive feature. Through genetics, ethnicity, and athleticism she had sculpted the most perfect ass I had never seen. Tight, but well rounded, her hips helped to illustrated its softness as they swayed, and I wished only it belonged to a woman who was not my student. Catching my attention to her arrival were the glances all the students gave to the doorway. My eyes snapped back with them, just in time to catch the copper-eyed gaze of the most enchanting creature I had never seen. Beautiful, voluptuous, fiery red hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her pale face magically. Her lips were deep red, and pulled into a smirk aimed directly at me. I felt guilty for staring so long, but I couldn't look away as she glided into my classroom. So classically beautiful was her face, like someone from old Hollywood, and so sinfully perfect was her body. While her attire was more modest than the girls before her, it still allowed all of her curves to be shown. Her breasts, hips, and ass were not nearly as pronounced as the others I had just seen, but they were all well beyond that of a normal high school girl - hell, beyond that of your average model. Her clothes were black and flowing, conforming only to her body in places where her femininity could be enhanced and shown. She too gave me a wink before turning from my desk and taking her seat, joining the other two at the front of the class, where three empty seats always were (as students tend to prefer to sit in the back). A trio of elegant, sexy, and sinful goth and punk girls had just joined my class and although their clothing was dark, save for a smattering of color between them, my room looked a bit brighter for their having arrived. I knew in that moment that no matter the course of action I take this year, it would be unforgettable and life altering. English for Sinners Ch. 02 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! A/N: With the prologue out of the way, the real fun can begin! ***** It was their eyes, more than anything else, that captivated me. More than Vanessa's breasts. More than Valentina's ass. More than Vivika's lips. More than anything, it was their eyes that sealed my fate. They were knowing, wise beyond their years, and seemed to convey a confidence of future events going their way. Blue, green, and a copper brown that bordered on red. Each set matching their preferred color to go with their outfit and style. Vanessa's were wide and full of playfulness. Sparkling sapphires that dared you to look away only to be caught in her deep cleavage. Valentina's were bemused and uninterested, but striking nonetheless. Enchanting emeralds that cut right to the bone and made accurate accusations of all the dirty thoughts you would have of her. Vivika's were alluring and captivating, pulling you in and causing the rest of the world to push away as your focus narrowed more and more onto her and only her. Ravishing rubies behind half lidded, dark red shadowed, eyelids, framed by pitch black thick eyelashes. It was their eyes, more than anything else. Their eyes... Through roll call I learned which name belonged to which girl. Vanessa, or Van/Vanny as she preferred, was the blonde bombshell owning bouncing breasts behind a near-bursting bodice. Her happy demeanor betrayed the gothic style of clothing she wore, but it did seem to be the theme among this trio of girls. She sat cross legged at her seat, as a girl in such a short skirt would be wise to do, but every time my eyes panned in her direction, I could see her legs, encased in thigh-high stockings, had just finish shifting one leg over the other, differing from before. Was she flashing me while I wasn't looking? Valentina, otherwise known as Val, as Vanessa revealed as Valentina was content with just giving me a grunt and a nod when I called her name, was the Latina athlete I had heard so much about. Although her clothes were more jock than Goth, the rest of her definitely conveyed a certain level of anti-conforminity that came with the scene. Tattoos could be seen poking out behind her clothes, what little there were, while others were fully in the open for all to see. I was especially captivated by the flower tattoos, not because of their content but rather their location along her inner thighs. She would slouch in her seat, thrusting her crotch forward and unashamedly keeping her knees apart. I could catch her smirking every now and then, when she thought I wasn't looking. It seemed she was playing the same game Vanessa was. Finally, Ms. Vivikia Briarheart. Still I had no idea what powerful parent she was connected to, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as she continued to stare me down, smirking those ruby kissed lips all the while. In an elegant tone she told me she goes by Vivi, or "Ms. Briarheart, if you prefer." When she said that, out of context it sounded polite and fine, but with her tone and eyes it conveyed a sense of domination over me, as if she were to be my mistress in some dark sex dungeon somewhere. Vivi was dressed more elegantly and conservatively than her friends, her clothes a mixture of black and various red hues to match her hair, lips, and eyes. Yet somehow, even though she showed the least amount of flesh, her confidence and poise made it seem like she was the most scandalously-dressed girl in the room. I reminded myself that these three girls were no different than any other student, or at least I had to remind myself of that fact. I couldn't see them as anything more than young women - girls, legal though they may be - who were here to learn and I had to be ready to teach and nothing else. Clearing my throat seemed to help me up my confidence, like a lion letting out a low growl to establish dominance. Sure I was decent below, I stood from my desk and proceeded with the day. After I introduced myself to the girls, and class (as if they had forgotten me over the winter break, along with everything I had taught them the semester prior), Van gave me a delighted wave with just her fingers, Val didn't seem to care, and Viv didn't budge and inch. I felt confident that although I found Val very attractive, she seemed so disinterested in everything and everyone in the room that I had only myself to worry about. Van, however, I gave a 50/50 chance she would flirt with me. She looked the type to flirt with anyone, as much as I hate to stereotype my students. Viv, still, I couldn't peg down, but in my gut I knew she was the one to look out for the most. The class proceeded as normal. A few glances across the room and my eyes would be caught in the three new girls' stare, catching a brief glimpse of movement in their laps but never anything concrete. I told myself I was worried over nothing. My plan to coast through the year had just put me into a funk, a state of mistrust for the students and the job and, by extension, myself. I hadn't been at this job long but I knew I would never betray the trust between student and teacher, even if, with these girls, it seemed like it would be well worth the risk. God, what was happening to me? Whenever I got closer to forgetting about them and their undeniable sexuality, the further away from that goal I would end up and just start thinking about their nubile young bodies pressed up against me, writhing, bouncing, giggling and moaning. Needless to say, most of my lesson was given while I sat at my desk. After the longest 90 minutes of my life, the bell rang signaling the end of classes and time for all students to move onto their next subject. I quickly turned from the board and sat in my seat to keep myself concealed, and let out a sigh that I hoped the students would just see as my usual exasperation that came from trying to teach them simple syntax. My reprieve was short lived, however, as each girl collected their things in the slowest speed possible, waiting for everyone else to leave the room before they approached my desk. It was just me and them, now. There's five minutes given to students to get from one class to another. Five minutes where my classroom was usually empty and now five minutes I had to survive talking to these three temptresses. Vanessa, unsurprisingly, was the first to speak. Her hands pressed on my desk and she leaned forward with youthful exuberance, almost convincing me she didn't know she was flashing her considerable cleavage. "Mr. Harper, that lesson was great!" she exclaimed. She was a terrible liar, but confident at least. It was the most basic lesson I could give, and didn't contain any of my usual flair or spark. "I'm really looking forward to being in your class every day." "She's right, Mr. Harper," Vivika spoke up, hands behind her back, arched so her breasts stood a bit higher on her chest and pressed more against her blouse. Despite the sexuality that was exuding from her at record levels, she kept her proper poise going. "Isn't she, Val?" Vivika asked of her aloof friend, nudging her in her bare side. "S'alright, I guess," she murmured, her accent thick enough that I could pick it up at even such a low volume. She kept her arms crossed over her modest chest, her hips canted to the side, accentuating her dangerous curves and visibly muscled stomach. "He was more than alright, Val," Viv corrected with a glare, returning to my gaze with a smile. "He was inspiring. We really made the right choice coming here, didn't we Van?" "Uh huh, Vivi baby," she replied, dropping her usual naive school girl act and taking on a more sexually charged tone. "I'm really going to enjoy this semester," she added, pressing her arms together to push her cleavage out all the more. "I'm glad you girls enjoyed my class," I finally spoke up, thankfully my voice didn't crack like some nervous school boy. "But Vanessa, I'd like you to dress more appropriately from now on," I made sure to add. I had to show I was all business, that I was here to obey and enforce the rules. "Awww, you don't like my outfit, Mr. Harper?" she cooed sadly, standing up straight and moving her hands down her body, taking extra time to curve over her breasts and hips. "I picked it out just for you." "I'm sure you know the dress code, Ms. Smithfield," I said, using a more proper name with her to distance myself from any friendliness I could be conveying that could be misunderstood as something else. "Van," Vivika chimed in, her tone authoritative and strict, like a schoolmarm correcting a misbehaving child. "She goes by Van. Or Vanny, don't you, dear?" she asked of her friend, brushing her fingers through those blonde and blue tresses. It was like she was treating her like a pet. Viv was obviously the leader of this trio, but she was that much in charge where she could just dictate their behavior, reward and punish like you would a dog? I was getting ahead of myself, and I had to focus back on the situation at hand. "I think it's time you girls ran along, now, to your next class. You don't have much time," I reminded them. "What's the rush? We still got four minutes to get to class," Val managed to contribute with an annoyed huff. "I can do lots of stuff in that amount of time, especially get to class." My god, had it only been on minute since they started talking to me? It felt like an eternity of torture, torture I was inflicting on myself by denying my most base of desires. In my peripheral I saw Van whisper something into Viv's ear, her eyes cutting my way and causing her to giggle as she continued to share secrets. "No, he's right, Van," Viv once again corrected the situation. "We should get going. We'll have plenty of time to spend with Mr. Harper later." And just like that the three girls left, putting an extra sway to their hips as they did, reminding me of what I could have if I just had the balls to take it. We really made the right choice in coming here, echoed in my head. Viv had said that, and it didn't strike me as odd until the blood was finally rushing back to my brain. Students didn't choose to come to my class. It was almost a punishment for poor performance. Ideally it was to help students get back on track but even then you can't sign up for this specific class. What the hell was she talking about? Everything Viv said seemed to be laced with sexuality, hidden between the lines and nipping at my ears. My next class was coming in soon, so I had to get my head back into the game. For the rest of the day I found it hard to keep my mind on the class, and was thankful I was doing the same lecture over and over for different students as that helped me to sort of go into auto pilot while my mind wandered elsewhere. Specifically I couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa, or Vanny I should say. I imagined what it would be like to pin her down, fuck her from behind and watch her fat ass jiggle as I slapped it. She looked the type to beg for more, to want to be dominated while I savaged her teenage body. And those tits, oh my god, those tits were insane. I fantasized about doing all sorts of things to her chest, from the gentle worshiping to the feral manipulating. Those lips would fit great around my cock, I bet. So soft and wet, her tongue doing something other than talk in her ditzy tone. Then I thought of Val, thought of wiping that smug look off her face as I fucked her raw, too. Definitely going for her ass, that's for sure. Oh I was put it up on my mantle if I could. Maybe fuck her and Van together, lying on top of each other while I fucked my cock between their wet, naked, pussies. Lots of spanking for Van, that was for sure. Make it hard for her to sit down the next day. And then Viv. Viv I wanted to...wanted to...god, what was I thinking? I never had these thoughts before, not even about women I could legally have! I was a romantic, I believed in foreplay and giving back twice as much as I got from the woman, and here I was thinking like some kind of drunk frat boy! I couldn't bring myself to think of Viv that way. No, I shouldn't be thinking about any girl that way! What was wrong with me? Shaking the thoughts from my head I looked out the window while my students worked on their papers, and I saw Viv in the distanced, standing under a tree and looking directly at me. What the hell was she doing there? Even if she had a free period, why would she spend it there, looking at me from across the quad? And her smile...god, it was like she knew what I was thinking, and was utterly delighted at what she saw. After I looked away, trying to ignore her, I did my best to put those filthy thoughts out of my mind. But now instead of dominating the girls in my head, I was the one being dominated. Van sat on my lap, my cock buried deep inside of her, much to her moaning delight. Val was on my chest, grinding her wet Latin pussy into my abs while I could hear her make out with Van. Even in my fantasy I couldn't see this because Val was sitting on my face, using it as a sex toy for her to grind and ride. It was so vivid, so real, it took me fifteen minutes of thinking of naked grandmas playing baseball before I could stand up and walk out of the building to my car with some shred of dignity. Thankfully the rest of my day at home wasn't uneventful. Lonesome, but uneventful. I turned to some internet porn, worked out whatever build up I must have had, and set a personal record that night. I was confident, though, that it was out of my system. I could go back to work and everything would be normal. That was my thought until I read the text I got the next morning. Opening my phone as it buzzed, I checked the text from an unknown number. There was just one word, "soon", but there was also an attached picture. I opened it to my shock and delight. It was a close up shot of someone's breasts - who am I kidding? It was Van's breasts, I knew it right away. One arm was holding them together, naked otherwise. Between them rested a blue dildo, the tip barely poking out from beneath her huge jugs, and high enough that she could reach down with her tongue to lick it. Who knows how long I stared at it, hard as a rock beneath my sheets but afraid to do anything about it. I was broken from the spell thanks only to my alarm going off, telling me it was time to get ready for work. I tossed the phone away and rushed to the shower, taking care of myself while thinking of Olivia Wilde enjoying a popsicle. Anything other than that enticing picture of my student. Once I was dried off and spent, I fearfully approached the phone, committed to deleting the picture lest it be found by some administrator or parent. But...I couldn't. It was staring back at me, even though there were no eyes in the picture, begging me to let it live on. I couldn't keep it on my phone, though, I wasn't that crazed. So I put it on my computer, directly from the phone itself instead of just e-mailing it. The less of a trail, the better, and then deleted any trace of it from my phone. In that moment I knew this was wrong, this was a mistake, but I didn't care. How could I destroy something of such beauty? It would be a greater crime to do that than to keep it. My class went just about how I feared. My eyes couldn't stay off the girls, who were dressed much in the way they were the day before. Van at least took some of my advice to heart and covered up more, but it didn't help me forget what her tanned tits looked like. It took an amazing amount of willpower just to keep my eyes off of her, and away from her own glance. If I locked eyes with her, I...well I was afraid of what I would see, what would be confirmed. However, although the class was tough, it was the minutes after that were the most intense. Once again the girls stayed after class. This time, however, instead of chatting me up, Val stood at the door keeping it closed and standing in the way while Val and Van approached me with confidence and vigor. Before I could question the situation, Val's dick-sucking lips were crushed against mine. There was no tongue, just a very strong kiss, meant only to distract me while she pulled down her shorts to her knees. With a nip to my lip, she spun around and sat forcefully down onto my lap. She was wearing underwear, at least, but it was a green g-string so she might as well not have been. Her shorts had left little to the imagination, but I wasn't prepared for the real thing. That dark, toned, big ass was now grinding into my lap, working my erection between her cheeks even though it remained trapped in my pants. When I finally gathered the wits to utter an objection, Van was quick to grab my head and thrust it between her breasts, where she had undone a button or two on her blouse so I was blessed with her full cleavage. What cries I had were muffled by her generous tit flesh. Amidst it all, I heard Viv speak up. "We've chosen you, Mr. Harper," she started, her voice dripping with more sexuality than what was currently happening on my lap and face. "It wasn't an easy decision, but when it came down to it, it could only be you. You should be thankful," she argued, "We're going to make your every fantasy a reality. Every dream come true," and then she paused to chuckle to herself. "Hell, even every one of your nightmares, too. But don't worry, we'll be there to hold your hand, every step of the way, Mr. Harper. Now, you better hurry, the next class will be here soon and you don't want them to see you in this state." I couldn't fight my way free of the girls, or I didn't want to. I'm sure I could overpower them, and yet there was no willpower behind that goal. She was right though. It was clear they wanted me to cum and weren't going to leave until I did. As innocent as I am in all of this, there was no way I would walk out a free man if I was caught. So, against my better judgment, and with my primal desires, I focused on what was happening. I nuzzled into those warm, supple tits, and I let Val move her practiced hips so she could grind her perfect ass into me. Quicker than usual, I came, sure enough I came. Unfortunately in my pants, but at least I came. Val stopped, and Van pulled away, letting me catch my breath and pant from the excitement and intensity of it all. I couldn't say anything, I had a million things to say and do but all I could do was watch as Val pulled her shorts back up and Van buttoned up. They left mere seconds before my next class was to arrive, and I was thankful no student, ever, was early to class. The rest of the day was spent behind my desk, of course, as there was no way to explain away the stain on the crotch of my pants. When the intensity of those five minutes faded, I thought about Viv's words. About how they had "chosen" me. What was she talking about? What were these girls up to? Whatever it was, this was no mere school girl crush where I could sit each one down and tell them I was their teacher and it could never happen. They made it abundantly clear they were playing on another level than what I could imagine and I struggled to think of how I was going to make it out to the other side in one piece. No matter what, though, this was going to be an eventful semester. English for Sinners Ch. 03 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** I thought it best to call in sick the next day. No matter what my next move would be concerning the three temptresses in my class, it needed to be thought out and going back to that room would only fog my perception of things. As wrong as it was, as surreal and downright sinful (and I'm not even a religious man), I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Perhaps I had just been without a girlfriend for too long; too wrapped up in my work that I had forgotten to have a social life and seek out relationships with women my own age. True or not, that was no excuse. There was no good way out of that situation that would have let me keep my job, of course, but morally I should have stopped it all the same. Was losing my job what was holding me back? No. It was something more primal, feral even, that kept me locked in that chair as Val gave me a lap dance and Van treated me to her cleavage. Then there was what Viv said. She didn't seem the type to say something just to rile me up, but rather chose her words deliberately and with care. That's not to say it didn't rile me up, and I'm sure that was part of her intention, but still I couldn't fathom what she said didn't have some truth behind it. I'm sure, in time, she would reveal her hand, but never all at once and never unless it suited her needs. There was something frightening about her, too powerful for a person, let alone a student, to be, and yet all she had done was flash me some knowing glances and stand idly by while her friends pleasured me. All were thoughts that plagued me when I stayed home that day. Usually a school doesn't like it when you call in sick the day before, as it leaves little time to round up a substitute, but with my class they just needed a warm body in the room to keep them from eating each other alive. I knew I needed a clearer head before I could plot my next move, to figure out how best to remove these girls from my life without raising suspicion from anyone. Sipping my coffee, I sat and watched The Price is Right, feeling like a child home sick from school, and lost myself in the mindless bidding on items. In the midst of lost time, there came a knock at my door. Snapping back to reality, I checked the time and realized it was almost 3 o'clock. I suppose game shows and peoples' court are great ways to lose yourself and ignore your troubles. I adjusted myself, ensuring I looked presentable even in my PJs, and answered the door. As quickly as I had freed myself from the snare of morning to mid-afternoon television, I was thrust back into my pending woes. Standing at the door was Vanessa, the blonde member of the triumvirate of my dilemma. "Hey there, Mr. Harper!" she exclaimed, bordering on the sweet school girl stereotype with her exuberance. "I saw you weren't in class today, and when I heard you were sick I decided to bring over something to make you feel better," she detailed, smiling brightly when she handed me a Tupperware container of unknown goods. I half expected to open the box and find nothing but condoms and sex toys, but they were just cookies. Sugar, it seemed, with frosting of various colors, some with sprinkles and others not so lucky. After examining the cookies, I turned my attention back to her, and wasn't sure how to proceed. Here was a student who had my face buried in her breasts, who had texted me a photo of those same tits, and she was acting like there was nothing amiss. This must have thrown me, as I treated the visit like it was as banal as she was pretending it was. "Uh, thank you, Ms. Smithfield," I replied. "That's very kind of you." A few awkward seconds went by, as she said nothing and I did the same. She must have been expecting me to say something else, but nothing came, so I decided to end it before it could grow more tense. "I'll...see you on Monday," I departed with, backing up into my home and closing the door - but that was not to be when she stretched her long, knee-high sock-clad, leg into the door way and caused me to stop abruptly, not wanting to harm such a delicate feature. "Wait, Mr. Harper! Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, again treating the situation like I was being the odd one, but as fogged as my judgment was, I knew it would be inappropriate to have a student alone with me in my house, let alone one who had overstepped her bounds twice in the past. Her hand gripped the door, pushing back a bit so she could peek her head inside, offering me a smile to weaken my resolve. "I don't think that would be appropriate, Ms. Smithfield," I insisted. "Van," she replied sternly, yet losing none of the youthful innocence she was exhibiting. "And please, Mr. Harper? I just...I wanted to talk to you about...well about what happened." She pleaded, her motive shattering any remaining hope I had that the past few days were just a dream I took to be far too real. Having no other plan in mind, wasting that time watching TV and drinking coffee, I could think of no immediate reason why it would be a bad idea to talk to her, to hopefully put an end to this amicably so I wouldn't have to risk my job and reputation finding my own way out of it. Saying nothing, I offered only a nod and then backed away, pulling the door with me to allow her access to my home. She graciously accepted, sparing no time lest I change my mind about this undoubtedly bad idea. As she passed, I noticed she was wearing some Mary Janes to go with her tall, white, stockings, going well together. Her school girl attire changed somewhat up and past her knees, where the stockings ended. As tradition dictated, she wore a plaid skirt, but this one was black and pink, and she wore a loose fitting black studded belt, purely for decoration as it rested low on one hip, supported only by her curves of her ass and hips. The rest of the stereotypical outfit was disregarded, opting out of a white blouse and instead wearing a black, frayed, t-shirt. Several sizes too small, it exposed much of her back, and when she turned as I closed the door, much of her flat stomach as well - at the center of which was a cute belly button piercing of a short chain with three charms hanging from it. When she spun around, her ponytail flipped back over her shoulder, now resting between her big, inviting, tits. The t-shirt was already too small to cover her torso completely, and she had obviously modified it to stay snug around her breasts as well. A deep cut was made at the collar, plunging downward and parting in a v-shape thanks to the strain her chest put on the fabric. A faded logo from a metal band was on the shirt, but much of it had been lost to time, washing, and her modification of the shirt. Of course, it wasn't the logo that drew eyes to her shirt. I commended myself on my strength for not staring down her shirt before when she was on the other side of my door, but then realized I was merely being foolish to have not noticed how she was dressed before I let her in. I had to remain strong, and promised myself I would end this surprise meeting as soon as it grew inappropriate (more so than it was already). "Have a seat in the living room," I instructed, eager to get her to turn back around and hide those amazing assets from my vision again. "I'm just going to put these away." As she left for the living room, I departed for the kitchen and placed the cookies on the island. I used the time mainly to catch my breath, to gain some composure before speaking to her again. I decided to enjoy one of the cookies she made while I thought of my next move. Thankfully I had not remained in my boxer briefs and nothing else that day, and instead opted for some comfy PJs that allowed me to remain warm and appropriate for impromptu guests. Admittedly the cookie was very good, so I decided to take another, and then one more for Van (and possibly myself if she turned down the offer). When I returned to the living room, Van was seated comfortably in the love seat opposite the couch where I decided to sit, but not before handing her one of her own cookies to enjoy. Perhaps not the most mature of food to have when discussing sexual misconduct between a teacher and student, but then what food was appropriate for such a talk? "So, you've come to talk about what happened?" I opened with, eager to get the discussion started lest she shy away from her decision to fess up her involvement. Sheepishly she looked down at the cookie resting in her lap, idly adjusting her skirt so it covered a bit more of her crossed legs, while she spoke. "I did, Mr. Harper. I know..." she started, giving herself the first of many pauses during her confession. "I know what I did, what we did was wrong. Very, very wrong. I'm sure you must hate us. Hate me," she said, pouting, finally looking up from her lap and across the coffee table to me. "I don't hate you, Ms. Smi- Van," I replied, correcting myself with the name she preferred, keeping the discussion as comfortable as possible by giving her that much. "I am shocked at what you and your friends did, however." "I know," she returned, dropping her gaze back to her lap and then taking a small bite from the cookie. "Are you...going to turn us in? Punish us?" she asked. "I don't know, I probably will have to," I admitted, surprised by her mature reaction of accepting the outcome with a nod, but kept her eyes from looking at me. "Regardless of what I decide to do, there's no way I can have you in my class anymore." This prompted an immediate response out of her. Ice blue eyes shot up to me, looking desperate and wanting. "No!" she blurted. "Please, Mr. Harper, I know what we did was wrong but you can't kick us out of your class! It'll never happen again, I swear!" she promised, leaning forward and granting me a better view of her cleavage; but it wasn't like before, it was merely a side effect of her body language showing her displeasure with my plan of action. "Why did you even do it in the first place, Van?" I had to ask. I should have ended it there, thanked her for the cookies and the mature conversation, and escorted her out, but my own curiosity got the better of me. "It's...it's Vivika," she admitted, her voice cracking a bit before she continued. "I started hanging out with her and Van last year, during the summer, and ever since then she's made me...do things. I stopped hanging out with my other friends, I started wearing new clothes," she illustrated by tugging on her shirt, using it as an example of her change in usual attire but serving only to plunge the neckline deeper. I distracted myself with another bite of my cookie. "But I couldn't bring myself to say no to her. She just has...this way about her, you know?" Somehow, I did know. I had only known Viv for less than a week, and yet already I knew she exhibited a kind of authority uncommon in someone her age. "Did she...tell you to...do what you did, yesterday?" I asked, dancing around saying throw my face between your creamy jugs. She nodded and played with the frosting on the cookie, swirling her finger at it while she kept her eyes off of me. I wasn't surprised by this, and yet I kept probing. "Did you tell you to send that picture?" "What picture?" she asked, looking up, her thin brows knitted in confusion. "The picture of you, with...that toy...nevermind," I began to explain and then cowardly refused to elaborate. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You mean the picture of me with my blue dildo between my tits!" she clarified for me. "That...yes, that picture." "Well...no. That one was all me," she admitted, now looking away shyly instead of shamefully. Her eyes caught mine quickly, though, and I saw a smile had formed on her plump lips, which were stained slightly blue from the cookie she had been enjoying. "I thought it might be a good way to break the ice, y'know? Sort of say...thanks for having me in your class." I returned her earlier confused look with one of my own, awe struck at her open admittance of the act and yet her flimsy excuse as to why she did it in the first place. I was also surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, having gained more confidence and now sat upright, thrusting her chest out more and putting the tensile strength of her shirt through its greatest challenge yet. I had to gulp when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra, or if she was it was very sheer as her nipples were becoming more and more visible from under her shirt. I only hoped she didn't hear me, as I needed to maintain as much power in this situation as possible. "Whatever your reason, it was very inappropriate, Van." "Did you keep it?" she asked, smirking. "What?" I said, feigning ignorance. "Did you keep the photo I sent?" She needlessly clarified. "I hope you did. It was a good one, I know. But then, it's hard to take a bad photo of these jugs, right?" she rhetorically asked, and gazed down at her own cleavage while she thrust her tits out even more, gesturing toward them with her hands, leaving her cookie to rest on its own on her lap. "Ms. Smithfield, this is becoming very inappropriate," I barked, mustering what courage I had left. "I think you should le-" but she cut me off before I could order her out. "Van," she corrected me again, this time more sternly and annoyed than she was at the door. "My name is Van. Not Ms. Smithfield. Maybe someday Mistress, or sexpet, I haven't decided, but let's not dwell too much on the future," she continued, each word she uttered more laced with sexuality than the last. "Let's instead focus on right here, right now," she proposed, standing and taking her cookie with her as she walked around the coffee table and came toward me, coming to sit down beside me, her body turned toward me in a far too familiar fashion for a student to have with her teacher. "Van, what are you doing? I thought you came here to apolog-" again I was cut off by this blonde bombshell, this time when she pressed her frosting-stained finger against my lips. "I did come here to apologize, Mr. Harper. Well...sort of. Mostly I came by to make sure you were okay. I really was worried, Mr. Harper, when you didn't show up to class today. Sometimes when my girlfriends and I come on so strongly to a guy, they get scared off and do something stupid," she remarked, looking away while she was remembering something relevant to just that, but would not reveal what and only offered a giggle at the thought. "But I did come to apologize, just not for smothering that cute face with my cleavage." Again she gestured toward her generous assets, as if I could be confused about some other breasts she was talking about. "I wanted to say I'm sorry I wasn't the first one to make you cum, Mr. Harper. I'm sorry there wasn't enough time yesterday for me to fuck you proper." I was floored, paralyzed with fear and shock at what was transpiring. Foolishly I had thought she came to talk to me like an adult, to clear the air and possibly reach an understanding that could put the whole mess behind us and allow both of us to move forward with her lives without further complication. Having this barely legal teen press her tits into my arm, my cock threatening to betray me and me unable to hide it properly in my thin PJ bottoms, proved that I could no longer assume the best of these girls, at least not Van. While I sat, mouth agape, thinking of something to say, or some escape route out of my own house, Van played with some more of the frosting, lifting it up to her lips and sucking it off with and audible pop. "We had a contest, me and Val, to decide who would get to make you cum first," she began to explain, pausing only to scoot closer to me and to suck frosting off her finger tip. "So we figured we'd see who could make the other one cum first, me and Val I mean. Oh you should have been there, Mr. Harper! My face nestled between Val's pert, firm, ass cheeks. Her mouth latched around my pink, shaven, pussy. Mmm, it was so delicious!" she exclaimed before eating more frosting, further turning her lips blue. "But that girl has stamina, let me tell ya!" she paused her story to giggle. "You'll know that soon enough, though. I don't know if you'll be able to keep up with her! She likes to ride hard, fast, and for hours at a time. I, on the other hand..." She again paused, this time to reposition herself onto my lap, straddling me, her skirt nearly hiked up enough to expose whatever panties (or lack thereof) she was wearing. "I like to be used. I like to be thrown down, and fucked silly! I loooove to be played with, groped, squeeeeze, tasted. Everything! Just so long as you're treating me like the sex kitten I am, Mr. Harper," she finished, her explanation turning more into a proposition. "So what's it going to be, Mr. Harper? What part of my do you want to play with first?" Still I couldn't find the words, be their affirmative or negative, nothing came to me. My eyes, however, betrayed my stoicism, and briefly escaped her gaze and snapped to the cleavage that was being thrust into my face. Sure enough, she caught that. "My tits, huh? Not the most imaginative choice, but I don't blame you," she said, breaking the silence and agreeing to some pact I had just silently made against my will. The choice I had inadvertently made would have to wait, as it seemed Van was more interested in sampling my body herself, first. Those plump, frosting touched, tiers closed around my earlobe, where it was nibbled and tugged on by her perfect white teeth. Again I found myself perfectly within control, knowing I was able to throw this teenager who couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds off of my body and out the door, leaving the consequences to be sorted out later, and yet I did nothing. Although, that is a lie. I did do something - I enjoyed myself. As wracked as my mind was with thoughts of a grim future crafted by my own inability to stop this, my body was focused on the event present, too enamered with the curvy body currently writhing against it. My chest enjoyed a sampling of her breasts as they pressed into me, feeling heavy and firm. My lap was party to her hips dancing upon it, her pussy grazing against my growing erection. My hands, at Van's own direction when she grabbed and guided them, were resting comfortably just above her ass, and my pinkies were gradually moving over the hem of her skirt and gain some closer touch to where my I wanted them most. I would need a mirror to confirm the number of hickies my student gave me, but with as many times as she switched places, I'm sure there were many. Satisfied with her taste test, Van leaned back just enough to put her torso in my line of sight, and gently pulled up on the hem of her shirt. As short as it was, it didn't take long for the undersides of her tits to show, and with how gradually and teasingly she disrobed I had time to admire the flawless white flesh beneath the contrasting black shirt. Stopping short of revealing her nipples, leaving me to continue to theorize about their color, size, and placement, Van then decided to slide down my body, pushing apart my knees while she resituated to plant her own on my floor. Van looked up at me with those big blue eyes, and for a moment I saw the naive and innocent girl who greeted me at the door, the girl whom I wish had been in my class instead of this sex fiend, but I'd be lying if I said I was disappointed with the current turn of events. It wasn't hard for her to fish my cock out of my pants, thin as they are and designed to easily let the member escape for nighttime bathroom trips. I must admit I felt a swell of pride when she saw it, standing up to greet her in all its fullness and height, and I could see a glimmer of desire in her eyes - real desire, the kind that renders you free of constraints put on by society and laws, the kind I had been feeling for the last 15 minutes. She bit down on her lip, releasing it only making it fuller after she chewed on it just a bit. Standing straight, she thrust her chest forward once more, before aiming my cock with her hand between her shirt-aided cleavage. English for Sinners Ch. 03 The fabric was already tight around her frame, but rolled up to stop just short of her nipples caused it to create a stronger hold, keeping her large breasts in place while she guided my dick between them. She looked elated when the head of my turgid cock appeared at the top of her cleavage, seemingly delighted it was big enough to do so. She granted me a delighted smile after she finished observing my cock move between her tit flesh, and with a wink she began her process of finally converting me to her way of thinking. Van started off slow, as if more teasing and foreplay was needed, but it was undoubtedly for the best as my willpower was tested enough as it was, keeping my seed from prematurely spilling across this teenager's tits. Up and down she moved her body, bringing herself down to sit back on her feet, and then rising up to press her crotch against the couch cushion. My dick would disappear between those large globes, only to appear briefly again before vanishing into the most delicious of crevices. I could see on her face she was beginning to lose herself to her own pleasure. The face of a wily minx was fading into that of a sex-starved slut, her mouth agape and eyes pleading up at me for more, but I could offer nothing as she was in total control. I had still not decided what to do with myself when I finally gained the willpower to move, so all actions were hers to decide until then. "Mr Harper," she moaned breathily, "your cock feels soooo good between my tits. It's so warm and thick. Mmmm, this beats having any of my toys between them." Her pace quickened, but now she just had one hand supporting her breasts, her shirt doing the rest to keep her cleavage tight. The other disappeared below where I could see, but I could surmise what it was busy doing. "Do you like having my big, juicy, firm jugs wrapped around your thick cock, Mr. Harper? Hm?" Still I could not find the words to react to the situation, even as she directly asked me a question. She was satisfied just by the look on my face, though, so words were not needed. "I thought so. Nothing beats a nice pair of teenage tits, right?" I could see her nipples growing harder, the crumpling of her shirt straightening somewhat to reveal how pebbled they had become. "I must say, I've missed having a dick between my breasts, Mr. Harper," she began to reveal. "Ever since I started hanging out with Viv and Val, I haven't had any men. Although, if I'm being honest, I never really had a man before you..." I reacted to that statement, again without words, with my mouth more agape than it already was, surprised at such a revelation, offensive though it may be to have just assumed she was not a virgin, despite all evidence supporting. Van read me well, and stifled a laugh, pausing the tit fuck as she did and resuming shortly after as she elaborated. "Don't get too excited, Mr. Harper, I'm not a virgin," she said matter-of-factly, giving the final word a mocking tone to scoff at the notion I could for one second assume she wasn't sexual experienced. "I just meant that before you, I've only been with boys," she clarified with a huff. "So boring, y'know? They get in, they get out," she said, pumping her breasts in tandem with her verbiage. "And the second they get a hold of my tits it's spurt city! Don't get me wrong, I love having my tits coated in cum as much as the next nympho, but a girl likes to be romanced a little, y'know? Well...foreplay, I mean," she corrected, not wanting me to think she was aiming for some dinner and dancing. "Not you, though, Mr. Harper. I bet you can last allll night loooong," she again moved her breasts in rhythm with her words, giving her tits a slower drag up and down my cock as she drew out some choice words. Her wicked smiled had returned when she spoke, her focus having shifted to the one-way conversation, but as soon as she was done talking her face shifted back to that of bliss and mounting pleasure. Seeing her arm twitch, I could tell her fingers were very busy down below. Her quickening speed of her hand on herself possibly prompted her other arm to work her tits up and down faster. Her breasts were so smooth and flawless that no lubrication was needed, although I'm sure if we went any longer she would have to add some. As it was, I didn't last as long as I usually do, though apparently longer than that of her lovers before me. From between her lips she cried out with a delighted squeal when she felt the first burst erupt from deep inside her cleavage. Not wanting to miss the next one, she pushed her tits down so my cock head emerged, ready to coat the top of her breasts in my hot seed. I came more than I expected, covering her tits in the thick semen. She left my cock between her breasts while she played with the cum as she had with the frosting before, her chest making an ideal shelf to keep the cum where she needed it to be. With measured scoops of her fingers she tasted a sampling of my cum, moaning with delight as she popped her digit from between those soft tiers. "Delicious, Mr. Harper!" she complimented, and would not speak again until all the considerable substance was collected and swallowed, all the while keeping me secure in her cleavage. "Simply divine! You, sir, have earned a treat!" With that she lifted herself off of my lap, standing before me and pulling her hand from under her skirt. I was flashed only briefly by her panties, a dark color - black no doubt, but the evidence of her own arousal was clear by the moisture that had leaked onto her inner thighs. Without another word, she climbed back onto the couch, and planted her knees on the cushion and her elbows on the arm rest opposite the one I was leaning against, trying to recompose myself. Van was presenting herself like an animal in heat, her ass hoisted in the air, causing her scandalous short skirt to betray any modesty she had left and showing off her ass, the thong she was wearing cutting up between her pert cheeks, reddened slightly from dropping onto her feet while she tit fucked me. Looking over her shoulder, she saw my stillness remained and so began to wave her hips back and forth, up and down, creating a hypotonic pattern by her hips and ass, captivating me and making me forget about the world's greatest tit fuck I had just received. "You'll have to make the next move, Mr. Harper. I can't be in the driver's seat the whole time," she cooed, casting her gaze to me from over her shoulder, and then turning her head back around to face forward, waiting patiently for my next move. I was free now. I could no longer claim she was stronger than me and was pinning me down. I had just cum so my cock was softening (just barley, though) and blood rushed from one head to the other. I had my faculties back in place, all logic returning and my path was clear. I had to get up, redress myself as best I could, and throw her out. At this point it was her word against mine. She had literally consumed all evidence of my misdeed, and so this day could end on a positive note - that I was going to take back my life and focus on righting the many wrongs that had been committed by myself, her, and her cohorts. So then what I did next would betray all that. I lunged forward, hungry for her pussy, not bothering to move her panties aside as I began to suck on the fabric directly, collecting what juices of arousal had collected there from when she touched herself. She approved, no doubt, as evidenced by the moan she let out, starting at a high pitch and then becoming deeper and throatier as the surprised faded and the pleasure remained. No longer satisfied with sucking on the fabric barrier, I pulled it aside, letting it rest across one of her cheeks, pressing into the flesh to create a cleft that illustrated the plumpness of her rear. Her bare pussy exposed, I resumed my meal, hungrily lapping up the dripping juices before they could stain my couch. My hands kept her still and firmly in place, gripping her hips tightly and causing her to sway only as I readjusted myself on the couch to face my body toward her. She tasted divine, like something out of a fantasy. Of all the pussy I had eaten, there were good flavors and bad but never any I would think to swear off actual food for, and yet I was sampling something that could rival any delicious meal in recent memory. The fact that she was enjoying herself as well, writhing and gripping the arm rest tightly, causing the fabric to make an audible scratch while she dug her nails into it, made the flavor all the sweeter, and the more she got off the more of her I got to drink up. It wasn't hard finding her clit, I managed it without even looking, but only because I happened across the texture during my feeding. I focused much of my tongue work there, brushing my bottom row of teeth against it to elicit a different reaction out of her body. I was learning her body rapidly, testing what made her do what. A soft, slow, sucking of her clit caused her to ease forward, to melt into the couch with a slow and delighted moan. A quick flick of my tongue across her lips created a shudder in her body. Lightly gripping or nipping softly at her pleasure button created a stiffness in her body, lurching upward with surprise and then relaxing into her usual melted pleasure. I was too lost in the flavor and desire to tell if she came, and if so how many times, unable to differentiate her moans of continuing pleasures from her yelps of possible orgasmic high, but I knew how I would make a firm confirmation of what she's like when she's cumming. I didn't even bother to wipe the sticky residue from my face when I stood, kneeling back down soon after on the couch, remaining behind her and keeping my hands firmly planted on her hips. For the first time since I started eating her out, she turned her head to look at me, again showing me that face full of desire and want, but now there was also some surprise there. It's possible she wasn't expecting things to escalate this far so fast. In truth, I was surprised myself, and had secretly hoped I would never reach this point, but now that I was here I couldn't imagine an alternative in which I hadn't. She was definitely well lubricated, but she was still tight, thanks to her youth and experience only with "boys," as she called them. I imagined she had placed many toys inside of herself, all the same, but her insides remained firm and tight, regardless. Even with my feral hunger, I took my time easing into her, not for her own benefit but for mine. I relished the sight of her winces and lip bites each time I pushed in, so I paced myself to get as many out of her as possible. When finally her face contorted into wild pleasure, I gave in and drove myself nearly to the hilt, meeting some resistance and stalling my advancement (for now). One hand remained on her hip, while the other strode up her back and under her shirt, pushing it up her body and over her breasts. I was still not granted a full view of her delicious breasts, but at least I was saving time for later when I'm sure I would. These thoughts were not my own, at least not ones I recognized as ever having before. I had had passionate sex before, but never like this. This felt primal, this felt necessary to my and her survival. I began to pump slowly, stifling my animal desires so I could pay her back for the teasing pace she took earlier when she tit fucked me. She wanted none of this, and pushed back against me to try and quicken the pace, but I stilled her movements with my hand, firmly stalling her hips so they couldn't dictate anything. I did not have the self control she did, however, when she had my cock between her breasts, as now that I had my cock between her lips I no longer wished to wait. Who knew what strange event would happen next that could end this coupling prematurely? I began to truly fuck her. There was no love making, no coupling or any other way to nicely describe sex. I was purely and rightfully fucking her. The slapping of flesh sounded alongside the wet sounds of her pussy being filled and my cock sliding out of her, only momentarily before invading again and again. Accompanying the symphony of sex were the slaps I brought upon her ass, reddening them further, and our shared moans and groans of strong passion. Reaching forward and under, I gripped one of her huge tits, feeling the nipple press into my palm while I handled her tit, judging the weight and size to be more than satisfactory. I spied her biting into the arm rest of the couch, her body having lowered somewhat onto the cushion so she could bring her ass up higher and closer to my body. My mouth long since having departed her pussy, and my cock only making the juices flow more, her juices flowed down her thighs and dripped onto my couch, giving the fabric a memorable stain. She was calling out obscenities alongside my name, crying out to God while I plunged deeper and deeper into her, finally meeting my hips with her ass. Her moans were muffled into the arm rest, but I wanted to hear them, I wanted to know them, so like a caveman I grabbed her long pony tail and pulled back, firmly enough to prompt her to raise her head mid scream of pleasure. I knew now how her body reacted when she came, and I made sure to confirm the pattern as any good researcher would by repeating the process and observing the results. Her body would quiver, at first, very slightly which was hard to pick up on through the vigorous movements of my hips against her ass. Then her legs would straighten, as best she could in this instance, and her head would lean back, throwing her mouth skyward so she could let out a long and nearly silent moan, her voice caught in her throat. Two confirmed orgasms, and perhaps more from my oral exam of her, later and I was ready to burst myself. But, in the first moment of control since I had entered her, Van threw me back but pushing off of the arm rest and forcing me to my back against my own end of the couch. She lifted herself off my lap, showcasing all the cum that soaked our bodies, and turned to face me. As she refitted me into her slit, I focused on her big beautiful breasts. The teasing glances and handholds I had before did not do them justice now that they were in full swing (quite literally when she began to ride me). Her nipples were pink, and perfectly sized for her large tits. While I appreciated them visually, she got to enjoy them physically, hugging them close to her chest and then letting them drop with a bounce. When her hands planted on my chest, working under my shirt and pushing it up to expose my stomach but the fabric resisted further reveal, I watched as her youthful tits bounced and hopped with her movements on my lap. Her eyes were shut tight while she lost herself again to the pleasure of me inside of her, and I too began to near my own completion, having fully recovered from earlier. As I neared, she seemed intent on letting me cum inside of her, but I had some shred of logic left in my mind, so one pump away from climax I lifted up her up by the hips and let my cock pop out of her, bring her back down on my lap so my cock rested between her cheeks and erupted violently. Her body blocked any from getting on me, it all spraying against her back while she rested on my body, her tits pushing outward while all her weight was resting on my body. Her breathing slowed, her breath hot against my neck where she decided to nuzzle in. I stared up at the ceiling for awhile, long after she had gone to sleep on top of me. I thought about what I had just done, about all the consequences and pitfalls that now lay before me. How my career could now be ruined if just one more person got wise to what had happened. How I could go to jail for the next foreseeable future for having sex with a student, even if she was 18. And yet, none of that bothered me. For the first time since I had started teaching this remedial English class, I felt confident in where I was, in what I had done, and what I was going to do next. I still felt some fear about the future, knowing these girls now had a total hold on me, holding all the cards, but if it was all the same to them, I was certain I would at least enjoy the ride toward damnation. English for Sinners Ch. 04 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** Of all the sensations in the world, few compare to that of waking up with a beautiful, naked, woman by your side. After a considerable dry spell, I was looking forward to feeling Vanessa lying on top of me, her considerable breasts pressed into my chest and spilling out to the sides. Before I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if she would be aroused when I awoke, perhaps even throughout our slumber, be it through the sensation of heat or moisture felt below. Regardless, I knew that waking up to a busty, naked, teen, albeit one of my students and the source of much internal conflict in my life, would somehow make it all better. Unfortunately, that was not to be. Having wished for it prior to drifting off into a nap, I was immediately aware of the lack of weight on my chest. The air in my home was cold, biting into my bare chest, my PJ shirt having been unbuttoned so Vanessa could enjoy some kisses on my person before she too fell asleep. I did, however, awaken to have my senses, other than touch, alerted. Before my eyes could adjust to the light on the ceiling, I could hear the distinct sound of flesh being hit. A smacking sound rather than a violent thud, so either someone was being slapped or spanked, and since Vanessa was clearly not on my person as I expected, I suspected she was involved. That just begged the question - who else was now in my home? Answered almost immediately after being asked, a new sound was heard, that of a woman clearing her throat. For whatever reason, this alerted me to sit up more than the sound of someone being hit, either for pleasure or punishment, and with my eyes dilated I could clearly see who else was in the room with me. Standing at the end of the couch where my feet lay, Val glared at me with crossed arms over her humble chest. Unlike Vanessa who had clearly changed up her outfit from the day prior, Val had on the same clothes, or at least the same kind of outfit: her green jersey pulled up into a knot under her breasts, exposing her taut and firm tummy, and a pair of dark green track shorts that exposed her legs until they vanished behind the arm rest of the couch. Valentina looked mad, but then in the short time I had known her she always looked mad. Certainly I should have something, least of all to address her attitude but more so to address what she was doing in my house. Yet the words didn't come. Even with her comparatively diminutive height and mass, her piercing green eyes were able to paralyze me. I didn't know what I had done to warrant such ire from her, but she was certainly not adverse to being open with it, and soon she became vocal of it too. "You hear that?" she sharply asked, one hand moving to her wide hip and the other reaching back to point down the hall to the source of the slapping sound. "That's your fault! You should know better!" she scolded. She wasn't wrong, I don't think, but it was still surreal to be lectured on behavior by the same girl who yesterday was grinding into my lap to completion. Her yelling, brief as it was, alerted the other parties down the hall and caused the smacking of skin to stop. Emerging from my bedroom came Vivika and Vanessa, one clearly holding dominating power over the other. Vivika was wearing what can only be described as an S&M dominatrix outfit. Black corset, panties stockings, garter belt, high heels, and elbow-length gloves - all shiny and form hugging. Vanessa hadn't been given a chance to dress after our romp, and in fact was wearing even less, but still not nothing. Clasped around her neck was a black choker that was linked to a thin black leash carried by Vivika, leading her along while Vanessa crawled on hands and knees. "Nonsense, Val, he didn't know," Vivika corrected, Val having already turned around when she heard the commotion in the back stop. My focus was torn between the dom and her sub coming down the short hallway and Val's impeccable ass, ready to rip free of her thin shorts. "This was Vanessa's fault, and we all know it." I knew the event the must have been talking about, namely Vanessa coming to my home hours earlier and seducing me, and while she played no small part in the exchange, I wasn't innocent either, and yet Vivika's tone made it sound like I was a naive child and shouldn't be held accountable for my misdeeds. Finally in the room, Vivika stopped to stand beside Val, Vanessa still on her knees but was now at least sitting up some, but not sitting. Her makeup was runny, pulled down by her tears which left her eyes puffy and red. I felt bad for her, I truly did. "Bullshit!" Val objected. "He could have turned her away! He could have stopped it!" She was right, 100% right. What assurance I had that I was moving in the right direction was completely shattered when Valentina stated the obvious. And then Vivika did what she could to piece it back together. "Come now, would you be able to say 'no' to this face?" she queried, leaning down and holding Vanessa by the chin and lifting her face, all pouty and red, to Val. "Besides, Vanessa knows the rules," she added with a finishing tone, ending the debate then and there, although Val didn't seem terribly pleased with the outcome. "But if you still feel the scales of justice are unbalanced, why not take your frustrations out on Mr. Harper?" As if the prospect of being a punching bag wasn't alarming enough, Val's vindicated and delighted face struck true fear into my heart. I had no idea what she intended to do, but her approach told me it would be in my best interest to put a stop to this right now. "Now hold o-" I started, but the wind was knocked out of me when Val leaped the remaining distance between us and landed squarely on my stomach, her left knee landing at the center of my chest but was moved to my right so she could be straddling me proper. Before I could recover, Val grabbed my wrists and placed them at the small of my back, using her weight pressed onto my torso to pin them there. "Oh shut up, Mr. Harper," she rudely said, yet politely addressed me as Mr. Harper. "You'll enjoy this, you perverted dog," she added with a wicked smile, and the first smile I had seen her with. It was enough to make me wish she still looked angry with me. While sitting on my belly, Val undid the knot of her shirt and then removed it entirely, immediately exposing her unburdened breasts. As I had deduced on our first meeting, hers were not the largest, certainly not amongst her gothic trio here, but they could easily fill my hands (were they free to do so). Her skin was so gorgeous and flawless, pulled tight against the muscles gained through her athletic pursuits, and seemed to glow around her rounded and sweet tits. Sure enough, her love for piercings at her face and belly button continued to her nipples, and between each dark pebble was a silver barbell. Along with her piercings were many tattoos. Most were up her arms in the form of sleeves, but a few were found just at the undersides of her perky breasts. Before I could accurately tell what each was, she started moving again on top of me, and that stole most of my attention. Val was doing her best to keep me pinned but also work her shorts off her body. A difficult task, made all the more so challenging given the backing of the couch eliminating some range of motion for her left leg. Still, this just meant she was grinding, inadvertently (I assumed), against my bare chest and stomach, and I'd be lying if I said I hated that. While she busied herself with that chore, through the corner of my eye I saw Vivika was finally moving, relocating to the large arm chair that complimented the sofa opposite its location. Vivika's copper eyes never left my sight. Her movements were so confident and exact she didn't even need to look where she was going or reaching to be certain she would achieve her goals, both minor and major. Those creamy thighs parted, flashing that black triangle of fabric and daring me to throw Val off of me so I could rush over to her and ravish her body. The view as blocked, however, when Vanessa's leash was tugged and the blonde crawled between her master's legs; so not necessarily a decrease in pleasurable sights, especially when I saw Van's reddened and plump ass rise up slightly when her hands ran up along Vivika's thighs. Yet still my viewing pleasure was not a choice I was permitted for long. Val had managed to work her shorts, and possibly her panties (I hadn't bothered to look if she was wearing anything before she started to ascend my body), and was now moving to sit elsewhere - specifically my face. Before doing so, she came to rest her ass on the arm rest at my head, and peered down at me while she kept me pinned with her incredibly strong legs and feet still in sneakers. She said nothing, at least not with words, but spoke volumes with her sinister smile and wave of her hand saying "farewell," and then just like that she slid off of the arm rest and came to rest her crotch and ass on my head. Like Vanessa before her, Val had a heavenly scent, though one uniquely all her own. I hesitate to say it was "spicy," but there was definitely a quality of sharpness. Keeping me pinned with her hands on my stomach, Van seemed to be leaning forward down the length of my body, better positioning herself so her bare pussy was completely on my face. There was no firm grip of her, so her flattened palms would slide down my abdomen while she rocked against my head, using my facial features like stimulating toys. Several times her digits would slip into the hem of my pants, but as soon as that happened she pulled back and planted her hands back just below my rib cage. My cock stirred throughout this oral session, and twice it managed to pop free of the loose slit at the front of my pants, and both times Val demonstrated her disinterest in returning the pleasure I was seemingly giving to her and tucked it away to be hidden again. The Latina terror was moaning loud enough for me to hear even with her thighs pressed against my ears, yet her pleasure was derived purely from her own actions as I had done nothing to move my mouth against her. In an act of defiance I had kept my lips sealed, although her scent and juices forming on my lips and nose were tempting me to coax more out of her. "Get to work, puta! Vamanos!" she ordered, lifting her hips off of my head just enough to make sure I heard her. I also heard Vivika, in the middle of her own moans, scold Val for her rude comment, to which she growled and corrected herself with "Fine, get to work, Mr. Harper." I did my best to turn my head to see Vivika, her own pleasure sounding so enticing I desperately wanted to see more, but what little I could turn my head did me no favors with Val's thick and powerful thighs blocking my view, and soon her bare crotch did the same. Still I resisted the urge to increase her pleasure with my mouth, but when her verbal demands didn't convince me, she pinched one of my nipples. I'm sure in another situation, with better control, that might actually feel good, but when Val started to twist it, still managing to keep my pinned with her other hand against my center mass, I was forced to open my mouth in protest. Without missing a beat, Val pressed herself more firmly against my face, and once her pussy lips met my tongue she relented on my chest. Resigned to my fate, I decided to play along, as I was already in the thick of it and reminded myself that a few hours ago I had done far more under far less convincing, so why back out now? Certainly there were a myriad of reasons as to why I should continue to resist, to back out, but none of them could speak over the volume of my screaming-for-touch cock, and in the back of my mind I must have thought that if I got her off she would return the favor. Exploring her lips with my mouth was an enlightening experience. Still more piercings were found, this time one seemed to be in her clit, or possibly just the hood, but certainly in that area as when I finally found it (working upside down does make it harder, y'know) the unmistakable texture of smooth metal was there, too. Now she was gaining far more enjoyment from our encounter, her hips twisting and rolling on my head, pressing it further into the couch cushions without any regard for my own comfort and, possibly, safety. The fiery punk was offering no moment to catch my breath, so I had to seize any opportunity to gain a quick inhale of fresh air (albeit laced with the scent of sex), specifically when her gyrations moved her hips off of my face just enough to do so. Perhaps if my hands were free, I could use them to throw her off and re-establish some control of the situation. Yet, with my sex-addled mind, certainly I would just grab two handfuls of her tight posterior and drive her crotch more aggressively against my face. There was pain, to be sure, but it felt necessary to acquire the enjoyment I was feeling, and so it was ignored, at least, or at most it was transferred into more pleasure. The wildness of it all, the feral feeling of such aggressive sexuality went hand-in-hand with pain and so to have none of that would seem odd. Discomfort came, of course. As skilled as Val was, she wasn't showing concern for keeping me comfortable; so my ears reddened when her thighs squeezed against them, my nose was bent left and right when she rocked her hips, and my jaw was growing sore from all the work she was putting me through. At one point I thought I might lose consciousness from the little oxygen I was getting, which was only being nullified by the juices flowing into my mouth, nearly choking me. In the thrill and intensity of it all, I can't quite explain how she maneuvered herself to now be sitting forward, her ass at my chin and my eyes now free to look up the long expanse of her muscular stomach, past her perky tits, and to her glowing face. From the outside I'm sure it looked like a UFC move; so quick and exact, twisting her body around while never once pulling her skin off of mine. Continuing her wrestling maneuver, she locked her legs behind my head, first lifting it up so it was snug between her thighs. Her ankles locked against one another at my back lifted my torso up some, just enough so my hands were free. If there was any plan of escape that involved my hands being freed, it wouldn't have accounted for this change in position, and I genuinely feared she could knocked me out with a deliberate flexing of her thigh muscles. Val peered down at me, her lips and eyebrows twisted to give her a look of curiosity, her body making no movement. Then I realized I had stopped moving my lips and tongue against her nethers, and testing the theory I started up again to see if she would start moving. Sure enough, she had been waiting for me to bring her to another orgasm, a second or third I wasn't sure as my mind was focused on staying alive rather than analyzing her body spasms. It was easier to see her pleasure now that I could see her face. Once I resumed my oral examination of her pussy, she chewed on her lower lip, careful not to catch her lip piercing between her teeth, and as I grew bolder her pouty tiers parted entirely and a throaty moan eased up her throat and past her pierced tongue, which was dragged along her upper lip before she started to lean back. I found her hands on my stomach again when she leaned her body back, still keeping my head secure between her strong legs. I lost sight of her face now, unfortunately. Mixing with her own, I could hear Vivika moaning over to my left, still enthralled with whatever it was Vanessa was doing to her. I did my best to turn my attention to her, struggling to get at least a peripheral view of the scene, but when my head moved too far against one of Val's thighs, she snapped me back to attention with that deliberate flexing of her muscles I previously feared could knock me out, and with no desire to test that theory I relented to keep my focus on Val's privates. With my hands free, I clasped them at her hips, keeping them steady so she wouldn't spasm and knock my neck out of sorts. I could feel her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing while she writhed on top of me. Wanting to explore more, my hands slid up the expanse of her tummy, tracing every valley and mountain of her muscles as the shifted against her taunt and dark skin. Continuing forward, they soon got that handful of her breasts I had wondered about, and delighted in feeling the contrast of her real flesh with the metal of her piercings. She was keeping herself steady with her own hands, so she couldn't bat away my own or urge them on with her touch, but her moans told me she was enjoying the friendly touch. As wonderful as her perky tits were, I wanted desperately now to feel that amazing ass that swayed into my classroom days ago. Dragging my digits down her back, I slipped my palms under her ass, lifting if from resting on my throat and chest. Heavenly, that's how it felt. Just as Vanessa's breasts had been something divine in their creation, Val's ass was something out of a fantasy. Soft, pliable, and yet firm and strong. Large, yet not overbearing of the rest of her body. There wasn't much I could do to appreciate her ass at this awkward angle. Squeezing it was difficult, but not impossible. Spanking, however, was not going to happen, much to my dismay, but barring some event that took this girls out of my lives I was certain there would be another opportunity to do just that. I was losing myself to the thought of keeping this girls in my life, not changing at all this relationship they had forged with me. I was constantly ping-ponging between continuing this adventure or cutting it short, yet as time went on I found myself more and more in the former camp, visiting the notion of this being wrong less and less. When she came, I learned for certain I hadn't really made her cum before; perhaps a mini-orgasm, but nothing like what I had witnessed then. I watched as her body shook and all her toned muscles stiffened and locked, flexing against her flesh when her body stiffened. Prior to this, she had been panting and moaning more heavily and quite frequently, losing all control she might have been trying to hold onto. I also learned that Val was a squirter, a fact she made me quite familiar with when she started to rapidly manipulate her pierced clit and blasted my mouth and jaw with copious amounts of juices. As if I wasn't worried about drowning in her fluids before, I was now. Thankfully, once her high ended, she relaxed her entire body, dropping herself to lay across my body and release my head from her thigh prison. I coughed up my fair share of fluids, and breathed heavily the now copious amount of air I was privileged to. Val didn't seem to care, she was too busy smiling blissfully in her post-climax stupor. In no rush to wake her up, rather enjoying not having Val being so rough and aggressive for once, I looked over to see the scene with Vivika and Vanessa, but saw that I had missed their show as well. Vivika was still sitting on the chair, but now Van had joined her, sitting in her lap and making out with the dominating redhead. My mouth went agape when I saw Viv reach down between her legs, Van's legs obstructing my view, and brought her clearly wet fingers up to Van's lips, soon sharing in the process of cleaning them off with their mouths. God I envied Vanessa. Breaking the spell, Vivika caught my stare and penetrated my vision with her own dominating glare. Smiling, she kept Vanessa on her lap and directed her to continue her loving kissing but now at her neck so she could speak. English for Sinners Ch. 04 "My my, you survived," she said proudly. "Val has knocked a few lovers out with her aggressive play style, haven't you, Val?" she asked to the nearly-sleeping Latina, who could only offer a grunt and a dismissive wave so she could get back to relaxing. "And I suppose I should tell you why I was so upset with Vanessa here," she started, petting the blonde's head. "We have a very strict way of doing things, about how to go about...doing things with you, Mr. Harper," Vivika started to explain, "and Vanessa, sweet and eager girl she is, skipped a few steps and slept with you without permission. So of course you understand we had to punish her, much to Val's disagreement. She's a tad protective of our newest member," she said almost secretly, as if Val couldn't hear her, although Val didn't budge so either she couldn't or didn't care. "A shame, too. I had so many delightful things planned for you," she said, defeated. "We were going to work our way up to sleeping with you, of course, but we needed to have you earn that. I guess you just really struck a chord with Vanessa," she added with a giggle. "She's new, she'll learn. And so will you, Mr. Harper. Make no mistake; everything that happens to you is within our control," she revealed with a firmer tone. "But that doesn't mean you won't enjoy it! Oh I'm quite certain you'll be in a constant state of ecstasy, Mr. Harper. But with this recent hiccup, we're going to have to change up the plan a bit. Needless to say, we're going to have to bring you back down a bit after the delight of fucking this blonde bombshell, so I'm sorry but that erection of yours that's digging into Val's back will have to be taken care of by yourself," Vivika stated, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Vivika, whatever it is you think you're doing, you need to stop," I finally spoke up. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Mr. Harper, and I won't stop. I don' t think you really want us to, though, do you, Mr. Harper?" In truth, I don't think I did want them to stop. I think I just said those words out of reflex, at out some obligation to my profession and code of ethics that had been with me for so long. Partially, I also had no idea what else to say. Even if I was 100% on board with this plan of hers, how I would I respond to all this information she was giving me? "I don't...I don't want you to get hurt," is all I could think to say, relying on cliché phrases as if I was in a default setting and couldn't form my own thoughts effectively enough. This amused her, causing her to laugh, and even though it was directed at me it was still a beautiful, and haunting, laugh. "You're so sweet, Mr. Harper! Oh I knew you were the right one, I just knew it," she cryptically replied with at the end of her bemused laughter. "Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. In fact, don't worry about yourself, either. We're going to take perfect care of you, Mr. Harper. We take very good care of our property." Property. Any sense of equality that might have still lingered in this relationship was utterly dashed with that simple word. I think she saw me as something of a pet, at best. Something to play with, and care for, but not someone of equal standing. And in truth, I doubt I was even close to standing on her level anymore. With the conversation clearly over, Vivika helped Vanessa off her lap and pulled up her panties. I didn't even get a glance at her bare privates when she stood up. Vanessa once again blocked my way, and Vivika had turned to pull up her panties, keeping her leg angled in such a way to block my view. She was playing this well, keeping the most delicious bits about her hidden from my view to further perpetuate the mystery of her nude form. Val, too, got up, stretching as if awoken from a long nap, and pulled on her shirt while still sitting on my chest, getting up only to pull on her shorts, her outfit barely covering up her flesh. Vanessa, having left when Viv got up, came back from my bedroom fully dressed and in much higher spirits than when she last exited that room. "We'll see you on Monday, Mr. Harper," Vivika departed with, adding a blown kiss to punctuate the goodbye, to which the other two girls mimicked (Van with some sincerity and Val with a bit of mockery in the sweet gesture). "Enjoy your weekend alone, Mr. Harper," Val added before closing the door behind her, laying down more mystery to their actions and motivations. English for Sinners Ch. 05 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** True to their word, the girls kept their distance from me for the next two days. However, I don't think they did this out of mercy. The mind creates worse tortures for you than reality could ever put in, and Saturday and Sunday were filled with such dreadful visions. Certainly my path to ruin would be paved with many earthly pleasures, but downfall was set in stone, I was certain. With no conceivable way out of my predicament, I had granted myself some enjoyment of the delights they offered me, but I was still acutely aware of the inevitable future I faced. Whenever I tried to think of some way to worm my way out of the quandary I was in, my thoughts immediately latched themselves back onto the girls' bodies, and the things they could do with them, specifically to my body. When I thought of quitting my job, I thought of Vanessa finding me in my new work, dressed in clothing as black as it was revealing. She got past security under the lie that she was my daughter, and as soon as she made it to my cubicle she slid under my desk and got to work sucking my dick until I could no longer keep my cool and alerted the whole office to my sexual misdeeds with an exaggerated groan. I thought of actually threatening the girls with violence if they didn't relent, and even in this brief fantasy Val was able to overpower me, wrestling me to the ground and grappling me with her powerful legs. She assaulted my neck and ear with kisses and bites until finally I gave in and used my free hand not to try and pry myself loose but instead to grope her as she was groping me. One planned involved just leaving the town all together. Move back home to Massachusetts. Even in my own imagination that wouldn't work, because somehow Vivika was already there, waiting for me in my bed just as I had left it when I left home after high school. My fantasies of here could only get so lurid as I had still not seen her naked, and hadn't so much as held hands, so perhaps that's why I burned so hotly for her. I desperately wanted to see her in all her sexual glory and make her mine. More than I wanted the dreaded day of getting fired and imprisoned to not be a reality I wanted to throw her against the wall and ravage her for days and nights on end. Somehow, a part of me was committed to the idea that if I was going to go to prison for having sex with these girls, 18 though they all were, I was going to have sex with Vivika at least once. My head finally cleared when I couldn't masturbate another minute; I had spent the whole weekend becoming spent myself. I came to the conclusion that first and foremost I had to eliminate any chance for them to be seen with me at school. In my own home I had more control, but in the classroom there were too many eyes, too many variables. So, as I didn't want to quit my job (not yet) I had to get them out of my class. A task easier said than done, as no student ever got out of the remedial classes, especially not a senior class. As I said, it was a prison sentence, just meant to keep them occupied and within the school walls until the school year ended. It would take a special request, but given how new the girls were to my class, I was sure I could convince the principal that they were added by mistake. It may not be too late. Monday morning came and I was at the school as soon as the secretary was there to unlock the doors. Mr. Daley, the principal, wasn't in yet but that just gave me time to prepare. Jack Daley was once an up and coming star teacher. Valedictorian in high school, graduated suma cum lade in college, and winner of many teaching awards. The photos of him from high school football games and accepting awards and commendations early in his career showed that he was once a very handsome man. Once. Now, as I knew him, he looked so defeated. They say that taking on an administrative job will do that to you. The pay is substantially better, and many agree to become a principal for the chance to affect real change in the schools, but they are always bound by red tape. As I read up on all the accomplishments he had documented in his office, Jack came in, with a coffee stain on his shirt and the remainder in a foam cup. His once thick black hair had receded and thinned, and his posture was not at all what you would expect from a former football star. His clothes were expensive, I'm sure, but he couldn't coordinate for shit and so even with all the finer fabrics he looked like hell. "Harper, what do you want?" he asked, already annoyed, no doubt due to the early hour and the week just now starting. "I wanted to talk to you about moving some of my students to another class," I explained right away, certain he wasn't in the mood to mince words. "Move them where? You teach remedial Senior English. That's the end of the line, Harper," he needlessly explained before sitting in his tall, posh, brown leather chair, sinking into it as if he had no intention of ever getting back up. I decided to stand, hold some kind of dominant pose to hopefully better my chances. "I have enough students as it is, Daley," I started with, imagining the bullet points in my head as I had listed them hours prior. "You and every other teacher." "They're disruptive, and rude, and they hinder the learning of everyone else in the class!" I lied. He shrugged and sipped his coffee at the first two descriptors, not at all surprised by the behavior I was claimed they were exhibiting. He actually cracked a smile and spilled a bit more coffee on his shirt, without a care, when he snorted at the last point. "Fucking Christ, Harper, 'hinder the learning'?" he repeated my words back to me, making sure he heard it right. "What learning do you think is going on in there? I know you're idealistic, but you and I both know those kids are waiting out the clock. I suggest you do the same," he suggested, his faded eyes looking up at his own clock on the wall. "Come on, Jack," I began to plead, finally sitting; maybe being more submissive would flatter him and I could get my way then. "I didn't make a fuss when you changed me to this class, and I promise this will be the last time you see me in here like this if you just move these students." Apparently my abrupt plan worked, and I could see a tinge of life return to the middle-aged man's eyes. Pleased with my show of humility and begging, he sat up in his chair, reveling in his power, and finally started giving me more attention than the stain on his shirt. "Fine, fine. Just give me the names and I'll find somewhere for them to wait out the year." "Thank you, Jack, this is such a relief," I overplayed, sinking into my chair like he once had. He gestured in the air to hurry me along, and not wanting him to change his mind, I immediately gave him the names. "It should be easy, they're the most recent additions. Pellegrino, Smithfield, and Briarheart." Daley had begun jotting down some information, moving the process along immediately, but dropped his pen immediately upon hearing the names. Instead of sinking back into his seat, he actually stood up. "I'm sorry, Harper, but I can't help you," he started to explain, moving toward the door and getting ready to show me out. "Those girls were put into your class because they couldn't perform to our standards in their other classes. You'll just have to bite the bullet." "What? What does that change? Of course that's why they were put into my class," I whined, trying to dissect his argument, for whatever good that would do, "but you seemed willing to move them all the same just five seconds ago." "I don't have to explain myself to you, Harper!" he barked, and for a moment I saw a glimpse of what I think the old Daley used to be like - powerful and assertive and confident in his domain. "Now get back to your classroom. We're done here." Defeated, I left the room. I opened my mouth to plead, but the way Daley stood, the way he stared, told me it would do nothing but bring me further misery. I was surprised by his outburst, by his show of authority; I hadn't accounted for the spine. But as I left, when I really got a look at his eyes, it wasn't confidence he was exuding, it was fear. Not of me, certainly not, but of whomever put those girls in my class, of that I was certain. Unable to affect any change, I went back to my class and prepared for what I was sure would be a trying day. At the very least, I only had the girls in my class for 90 minutes a day. An hour before lunch, and then thirty minutes after. This scheduling had always annoyed me, as it broke up my lesson plans and prevented a solid flow from beginning to end, but I had grown to appreciate the break from the girls' antics, brief as it was. So while their presence didn't fill my day, my thoughts were constantly of them. Not only their nature, but the traits I more shallowly admired. Vanessa's heaving and heavy breasts, the same breasts I was able to enjoy days prior. Valentina's marble sculpted ass and legs, which barely more than 48 hours ago were seated on my body, using my face for pleasure. And Vivika's...well, everything about Vivika. I pondered what I would do when she finally approached me for sex, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist long. Maybe to get it over with, eliminate any remaining mystery her body held for me, maybe because I had become infatuated with her teenage frame. Either way, I knew I had no power over that girl. Soon enough, the period came where the girls were in my class. One by one they entered, always arriving just before the late bell rung. Once again they sat in the front, Vivika in the middle, and Vanessa and Val on her left and right, respectively. They sat so courteously, so proper and looking eager to learn. I remember praying my students, in this specific class, would show me that kind of attention and respect, and now I had come to fear it. They let me get on with my lesson without incident, and as I felt my guard drop, they immediately pounced. I spotted Vanessa, first, in no small part due to the deep cleavage she continued to sport despite the numerous times I had sent her to the office due to the dress code violation. Playing with the fleshy valley, Vanessa was dipping her blue pen in and out, in and out, up and down, up and down, between her tightly confined tits. Each pass put the pen deeper and deeper, until finally it vanished completely between her globes. I snapped my attention away, catching myself before I stammered further with my lesson, as if the other students were paying attention, anyway. The hard pass of my vision from Vanessa, past Vivika, landed on Val. Like Van, Val was playing with her school supplies, but her item of choice was a clear plastic, neon green, ruler. A somewhat juvenile choice for a high school student, but when I saw what she had planned for it, I understood. At first she was idly dragging it along her arms and neck, but when she spotted my eyes on her she changed course. Smirking devilishly, her lip ring straining against her plump lips, she started to drag the edge of the ruler down her chest, between her perky tits, tugging at the collar of her jersey. The sports shirt didn't get way to expose her breasts completely, but enough was shown for me to know she wasn't wearing a bra. The path didn't stop there, and so the ruler popped past the restraints of the shirt and continued to trace along the shadowed contours of her abdominal muscles. I had noticed how short her shorts were, both up the leg and down her hips, when she entered the room, but now she was just purposefully illustrating the point by running the measuring device along the hems at her waist and her legs. Like her shirt, she pulled against the fabric of her clothing with the ruler, only to have the shorts win out and snap back into place before I was shown too much. Her destination reached, finally. Delicate fingers began to pull the ruler back, and then released so the plastic slapped against her toned leg. She winced, I think, at least her body jerked initially. I wasn't watching her face, admittedly. A few more slaps and she had grown accustomed to the pain as now she wasn't wincing, but rather relaxing into the rhythm and spreading her legs. Her crotch, clothed as it was, exposed , she started repeating the slapping action between her legs, once again causing her to jump in her seat, but the way she bit her lip (I had to see her face, finally, to make sure she was okay) told me she was enjoying it. Risking complete meltdown, I turned my gaze to Vivika to see which learning material she was using to violate her body. Once more, Vi showed her complete control over me with just the most minor of actions. What caught my eye was the way Vi was pressing her red painted nail against her plump, juicy, crimson lips. Parted slight, as if she were frozen mid gasp, I could just barely make out the pure whiteness of her teeth behind those ruby tiers. Once she saw me, the corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk, and the lips parted further. The agile muscle slithered out and dragged itself along her lips, moistening them further and giving another layer of sheen to her lovely lips. I nearly lost it when she caught her lower lip underneath her teeth, biting down gently and further demonstrating the fullness of the tiers. Somehow my eyes caught themselves watching her finger, and followed it as it departed those gorgeous lips being gently devoured by her ivory canine. Down the finger flowed, tracing over her breasts and sliding along the smooth expanse of her flat tummy. Hidden it became when it tucked itself away into her pants, and as she was about to pop the top button on those tight leather confines, the lunch bell rang. Alarmed, I fell back into my chair mid-stammering-sentence and without a word the students shot up from their seats just as quickly as I fell and headed out the door to get their lunch. The girls sauntered up to my desk, hips swaying in near unison to capture my gaze and distract me from telling them off. "We missed you, Mr. Harper," Vanessa started. "Yea, the weekend just wasn't as fun without you, Mr. Harper," Valentina added. "But we still found our own fun, Mr. Harper," Vivika finished. "Didn't we girls." Van and Val nodded in agreement, looking at each other mischievously and betraying any mystery to what fun she was referring to. "We look forward to spending time with you again, Mr. Harper. In fact, we're very excited," she added, and reached over to Val without even looking, plunging her hand into the front of her shorts. The fabric pulled down, and where it not for her hand in the way I'm sure I would have seen Val's unshaven sex again. Val gasped while Viv played, and Van giggled. Vanessa joined in the fun, popping the top button off of Vivika's tight pants and tugging the zipper down just enough to she too could start fingering her friend. In no position to leave Vanessa out, Val caught her breath and reached across Vivika, while she played, and eagerly snuck her hand under Van's skirt, working her sex with her nimble digits. They didn't take long, as I soon learned they got what they needed almost immediately. All girls pulled their hands free, each with glistening fingers. As they left the room, after adjusting their skirts, shorts, and pants, respectively, they dragged their wet index and middle fingers across my agape lips and pressed the tips against my tongue, letting me sample all their flavors. After they left, and with a gulp, I immediately opened up my laptop and began working on a new seating chart. Lunch was over, and one by one my students returned, and into their seats they sank, ready to nap off their meals. As always, the last ones in were Vanessa, Valentina...but no Vivika. Given their impact on my days, I noticed her absence immediately. When I asked the girls about this, they just smiled and said that she had gone home early, complaining of a stomach ache. I found this to be dubious, even if it were any other student, but at least that meant one less distraction. Opening the second half of the period, I assigned the new seats, much to my students' disappointment, but they would find that most of the seating hadn't changed - it was just the V girls who would be shuffled around. Vanessa I placed in the back, behind a rather tall student so I wouldn't be subjected to the sight of her breasts. Valentina was went to the back as well, on the opposite side of the room from Van. I suspected they would object, but never did their faces belay any sort of feeling of loss. The rest of the lesson began normally, specifically with me talking to a room of students who had no interest in what I had to say and I was just running out the clock. Early into my resumed lesson, I heard a notice pop up on my laptop - I had received a request for a video chat. I bring my own laptop to work as the schools' computers tend to be sluggish and uncooperative. Apologizing to the class for the interruption, I was about to close the computer when I caught Val's look. She stared me down and shook her head slowly, telling me not to ignore the message. Curiosity always was to be the downfall of man. Putting my laptop on mute, I casually accepted the request and tried to resume my lesson as if I had turned off the notice and it wouldn't be a further distraction. What a lie that turned out to be. Immediately the picture came up and I saw that Vivika had indeed gone home, just not her own. I recognized the scene immediately as my own bedroom, with Vivika sitting comfortably on my bed and her own (no doubt) laptop resting on the dresser across from her. Vivika crawled along the bed, still dressed in her dark clothes from before lunch, and began to scrawl on a piece of paper. She must have known I would turn the sound off, and came prepared. Finished, she held up the paper which read "First off, don't turn off this chat. If the feed dies, I'll call Van and Val and they will make the rest of the class a nightmare for you." Satisfied I had read it all, she started writing again, then holding up a new piece that read "You don't have to do anything, just continue on with your lesson as your normally would. I'll do everything." She winked when she caught my eyes looking up from the paper and to her scheming face. What choice did I have? I certainly couldn't end the class prematurely, and I couldn't just leave the room, and I feared whatever plan she had for Van and Val to make my life more of a hell than it already was. So, I resumed my lecture, a bit shaky at first, but it didn't raise any suspicions. Vivika slid off the bed, and stood before the camera, just back far enough to keep her body from her knees to her head, in frame. I assume there was music playing now, as she began to dance to a melody I couldn't hear. It was almost impossible to keep my eyes off the screen, but I had to look back to the class every so often to both look like I was still engaged with the lesson and assure myself no one was wise to what I was watching. She started slow, as these dances tend to begin. I grew jealous of her hands, as they led to flow along her swaying hips, over her generous breasts, and coursing through her thick mane of red hair. It was hard to maintain my lesson and attention on the screen, but somehow I managed. Vi again chewed on her lower lip, when she wasn't keeping her lips parted in a silent gasp. She bent down to come in close to the camera for only a moment so I could watch as her tongue dragged teasingly across her lips, just as she had done in my class earlier. Standing erect again, she tugged on her pants to show off some of her tummy, but mostly the area just above her pelvic region. With a pop I could hear in my own head, the button at the top of her pants released and the zipper was tugged down tantalizing slow. English for Sinners Ch. 05 Back to my bed she walked, exaggerating the sway in her hips while she did. Keeping her back to me, she slowly bent forward, bracing her hands on the mattress so she could wave her ass at me as if to beckon me to her - as if I could leave my desk at that moment. Delicate fingers hooked into the hem and slowly tugged the leather pants down. She stood with her side to the camera, to show off how much her ass jutted back while she undressed. The pants were so tight that they pressed into her flesh, causing her cheeks to bulge out over the hem as it was dragged over her them. She was at least wearing panties, so I had time before I completely lost my mind. Yet the red lacy garments barely allowed me much reprieve with how little they covered. My mouth went dry while I watched her long white legs pull out from the puddle of black leather that formed on the floor. While I would have to confirm in person, it looked like her legs were completely smooth and free of any errant marks or blemishes. Standing with legs akimbo, she bent at the waist again, dragging her hands up her legs and keeping her eyes locked on the camera, smirking while she did. When her digits reached the bottom of her (somewhat) conservative corset, she began popping the buttons, working bottom to top. Each button that released allowed more pale flesh to be revealed, and I saw her flat tummy rock left and right to the music. When the final latch was undone, her breasts, though confined in a strapless red bra, were revealed to me. Immediately I paused the lecture and told the students to read from a random page in their texts for the remaining time. Some did, some didn't, I didn't care either way so long as I was allowed to sit in my chair and pretend like I was typing up a new lesson plan they would ignore. I heard Van and Val giggle at this behavior, knowing full well my true motivations. My mouth went dry when she approached the camera again. Leaning forward, she showed off her perfect cleavage. While not as big as Van's breasts, they were more than a handful, as she demonstrated by cupping and thrusting them forward. There was a delightful bounce to them when she released. Craning the camera up, she stood over the laptop like a giantess, looking down at the lens, her breasts nearly obscuring her mischievous smile. The latch behind her came undone, and the red cups fell onto the camera. The picture was restored when she moved the laptop again, aiming it as it had been before. She was walking back to the bed now, her bare back exposed to me and I cursed myself for not being able to see her young, perky, tits. I was granted my wish when she turned back, falling to sit on the edge of the bed and cupping her bare tits again. Those perfect pale teardrops sat high on her chest, with dark nipples at their center. She did everything to her own breasts that I wished I could do. She groped them, squeezed them, bounced them in her palm and lifted them by her nipples only to drop them back down. Now I wanted to do more than what she could on her own. I wanted to taste them, fuck them, worship them. She broke away only to wrap herself around the tall bedpost, treating it like a stripper pole. Up and down she ground her pelvis into the post, then turning around to bring her ass up against the post again. Once more Vi approached the camera, and again adjusted it so now her clothed pussy was center of the frame. Hooking her thumbs into her straps at her hips, she began to tug them down, slowly, and bending forward while she did. While the sight was obscured, I couldn't complain because it was her supple breasts that were taking up the view now. Even her ruby lips managed to get into the shot. Slowly she stood back up, dragging the panties long her leg and finally showing me her sex. So pink and perfect, lips puffed slightly from her arousal. A well groomed patch of hair above the slit, which she played with delicately before running her finger tips over her nether lips. She was close enough so I could see the dew begin to form on her fingers and lips from the teasing, and I like to think she had lost some control and was moaning throughout. one hand continued to play while another reached out of shot to grab something. It came back holding a red sex toy, a vibrator I believe. I knew what was coming next, so I check the status of my class to make sure they weren't eyeing me suspiciously. Assured in my safety from being caught, I pressed on, watching while Vivika was now moving the laptop with her onto the bed and sitting it between her far-parted thighs. First she panned the camera upwards so I could watch her tease and taste the toy, sucking on it and dragging it across her lips. Then she played it against her breasts, her nipples, and again lost it between her lips. The camera was returned to watch her sex, and the six-inch toy was teasingly rolled along her thighs and over her clit. I could see her legs trembling as time went on. I nearly audibly gasped when the toy was sunk into her sex, parting her now red lips, only be pulled out and then pushed back in. She paused her show to grab something from the bedside table. It looked to be a cord, and when she plugged it into one end of the toy and the other into the laptop, I knew it was a USB cable. She hadn't the materials at her reach to write me another note, so instead she gestured downward. I was confused, but she persisted, growing impatient until I understood. Checking my desk drawer, I found a small device with a knob and its own USB cable. Excitedly, yet cautious, I plugged it into my laptop. I saw a notice on the task bar that a program was now running. When had she had time to install something on my computer? The connection was made, and a light glowed on what I now knew was a remote. Tentatively I reached from the knob, and slowly turned it from 0 to 1. With the toy stuffed back into her, it obviously was having a new effect and caused her body to jump, only to settle back into the pillows and blankets she rested against. One of her hands kept the toy steady inside of her as I pushed the device to 2, while another played with her trembling breast. Eagerly, I pushed the remote to 3, which caused her to jerk suddenly, so much so that I fearfully returned it to 2. After a few more minutes, I felt confident enough to turn it back to 3, much to her shaking delight. The toy was placed deep enough inside her that even its vibrations wouldn't loose it, so she could now use both hands to play with herself. Squeezing her inner thighs and breasts. Occasionally a hand would travel upward and soon return to play with her clit. Even without sound, I knew when she had came, reading her body language. The laptop shook violently while she convulsed and twisted on the bed. Once it had passed, she readjusted the laptop to sit upright again and pan to her face. Her hair was slightly disheveled, some strands stuck to her sweaty forehead. The toy was pulled into the shot, dragged along by the cable. Tilting her head back, she held the vibrator above her open mouth like a cat with a mouse. She teased it with her tongue before slowly lowering it into her dark mouth. Her lips closed midway around the toy, and pulled it back out, cleaning it of her fresh juices. The toy returned to her mouth, and again she closed it around the midpoint but this time she began to push it further into her wet cavern, until it completely vanished, leaving only the cable hanging out between her lips. She pulled it out again, now completely cleaned from her sexual fun. She pushed the laptop back slowly, with her foot, until it rested far enough away to bring her completely in frame. Vivika looked so inviting, so perfect. She was made for sex, pure and simple, and for a brief time I no longer felt unlucky to have had these girls throw themselves at me. I felt blessed. With a brief wave, she said her goodbyes and closed the top of her laptop with her foot. Just as she did, the bell rang, dismissing the students to their next class. Van and Val said nothing to me as they left, just smiled and laughed to themselves as I was unable to stand and lead my students out of the class as I usually did. At the end of the day, I raced home to see if she was still there, but of course she wasn't. Instead all she had left for me were her panties, the toy, and a sweet smelling stain on my blankets. English for Sinners Ch. 06 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** It had become clear to me that getting the girls out of my life would be very difficult, possibly dangerous, task. Not once, but twice at least one of them had entered my home without my knowing, the latest event when I wasn't even present (although I was witness to the events that went on in my bedroom). As pleasurable as both invasions were, I wasn't so naive to think they would stay at this level forever. Sooner rather than later, the girls would ramp up their involvement in my life, bring me into more risky behaviors and eventually I would be caught or worse. So the first step was removing them from my class, a feat I had failed in achieving by speaking with Mr. Daley, the principal, but there are higher ranks to speak to in the world of school administration, such as the superintendant. More research into how to make that happen would need to be done, as I highly doubted I could just walk into the superintendant's office like I had with Daley. Still, it was a route worth pursuing, as I had heard this new superintendant was the person to speak to in order to get things done. I was plotting my next move as I graded papers. After a point, a teacher can more or less double task when grading papers, even ones like the short stories I was grading now. Improper grammar and syntax would jump out at a trained eye, and after so many red marks I knew what grade to give. Perhaps it would have done the students' a better favor if I were to actually read through all their prose and thoughts as some may hope I would, but I could barely spare the focus. One paper did demand my attention, however. I had come across Vivika's paper, and I don't know why the prospect of reading what was on her mind sent a chill up my spine, but as I would find I was not wrong in being anxious. The assignment was an open-ended writing prompt, just something for the students more so to practice proper sentence structure than share their unique thoughts. It no doubt would have been better to give more restrictions, force the student to work within the confines and get creative rather than have so much free range that they become intimidated by the endless possibilities, but I didn't think that would be an issue for my students. Vivika's handwriting was immaculate, elegant and obviously practiced. It was like reading from an old manuscript, from the days before the printing press. She titled it "Intruder," and I shuddered to think it was about how she broke into my home, either time. From the first paragraph I could tell this was an entirely different event she was describing, although whether or not it was fiction I could not yet tell, and I dreaded my name appearing anywhere else besides where it was at the top of the paper, along with the date and class number. The night is not black, not really. When the sun leaves, and the lights dim, yes there is a darkness, a looming shadow that casts itself over a world we understand and leaves a landscape of mysteries, horrors, and delights alike, but it's not black. The night is blue. Different shades of dark and light, affected by the moon and its many phases, sometimes hidden by clouds, wispy or thick. The night is not black, it is blue, but that creature, that creature is black. No, perhaps not even black. Black is too easy to understand, too familiar and common. It's a shade, half of a binary world, along with white. The creature that visited her is darker than that, darker than anything she had ever known or have come to know since then. Make no mistake, he's not evil from this darkness. The shadowy presence is a product of necessity. This creature must be shrouded, be hidden. Its existence is based in things we do not allow ourselves to see so it must remain unseen. But that night, that blue, seductive night, she saw it. She was alone in my bed, as she had been every night before then, and few nights since. She was no doubt a woman, fully matured in her body, lusciously full, but lacked the spirit to treat her body as obscenely as men would wish to see. She was innocent and naive. Afraid. Yet, as she would learn, she was just merely waiting for the right teacher. When he came upon her, she was afraid, but with a blackened finger to his lips he silenced her, like a spell, and calmed my heart. The blood had already pumped through her. She blushes easily with her pale skin, and the red shone out against her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. They heaved, trying to leap from her sheer negligee, which did nothing to obscure their size and form. He enjoyed them, cupped them in ebony hands. Fingers, almost like claws, pressed into the milky flesh and palmed the pebbles beneath satin. She mewed in such a way that spoke of her vulnerability and pleasure in equal measures. His long tongue slithered out between moist lips and encircled her freed nipples. He managed a grip with just his wet muscle, and pulled up on her breast, pulling and pulling until the woman gave him the octave he craved and he released. The blankets pushed aside, her long legs pushed and pulled at the fitted sheets, tugging them loose from the corners. Around his hips she locked herself, desperately pulling him closer, begging for a new intrusion. Obviously, he was suited just fine with the foreplay, cackling against her full tit, amused by desperation. A creature of pleasure can't ignore pleas for more for long, however. Those ebony-stained digits dragged down her torso, cutting into the fabric and letting it naturally part to expose her quivering stomach. Her wish was fulfilled by his expert fingers. His blue and black body moved, sliding to her left and resting by her side while he worked. His lips suckled at her ear lobe while her lips pulled on his fingers below. Pale white thighs were spread obscenely, exposing the sexual skills being practiced on her. Her legs would close only when she cried out at her loudest. At her cries, the puddle-stain she bounced her ass upon would grow wider from her juices. While he watched, he grew. It was not her body that aroused him, it was watching her fall deeper and deeper into a sexual frenzy. More than enough for any woman lay against her thigh. She could no longer form any new words of desire, he pulled himself from out of her and slowly sucked the juices off one finger, savoring them before sharing his other two, wet, fingers with her. Happily she tasted, obviously knowing herself in that way for the first time. With inhuman speed and grace, he moved her, laying her on her stomach, facing the foot of the bed. Gripping her hair, he pulled up, forcing her to look at the mirror by her bedroom door. She gasped at the sight. When her hips rose to meet him, what she saw did not deter her desire. The creature admired his reflection, his muscles illuminated by the moonlight; crowded and rising against his pale blue flesh. After moving a strand of long dark hair from his face, he admired himself once more with those glowing blue eyes, and then entered her. Instantly she came again, soaking his hips as they pounded against her ass. She wanted to lay her chest against the bare mattress, but he pulled her back up, so her large breasts would jump with her movements. He wanted her to watch herself in the mirror, see how her body moved and reacted to a sensual touch, and understand what a body like hers was for. No doubt he also wanted to watch himself, to view himself dominating this one fragile thing and witness her steady descent into her new perverted nature. Though kneeling, the creature of the night was in no means a submissive pose. The bruised hand prints on her creamy hips and thighs, matching the red marks on her buttock, were testament to his control of the situation and the new worshipper to his cult of sex. Back straight, he seemed to be angling himself to the moonlight to better admire himself in the mirror. Flesh was blue like the night, but his hands were black, like his feet. It was as if he had plunged his hands into a deep, dark, oil; if he had, it had been done so quickly that the liquid splashed against his forearms and shins, creating a creeping pattern from his wrists and ankles and upward, gradually disappearing the further from his digits it rose. Her hips leapt back against his with more ferocity than he was giving her, but this was not a being to be outdone. The more she delivered to him, the more he rose to meet her challenge and bring her to new heights of pleasure. Arms and legs weak from the constant barrage of orgasms, she collapsed onto her stomach. Gripping the edge of the bed, she did what she could to brace her body for his continuous onslaught, but could do nothing for her own state of mind. Drool passed from the corner of her lips, only some lapped back up by her lulling tongue. As if an act of mercy, he pulled free of her, letting her body rest, albeit momentarily. Flipping her onto her back, he settled back down between her legs and quickly began his feast on her sex. Drinking in all of her juices, both in and out of her body, and running his hands over her flesh. His mysterious eyes looking at her face, when it was not obstructed by her considerable chest. Now not only his hands enjoyed her body, but her own as well. From her thighs to her stomach to her breasts and her neck, she explored herself anew in ways she had once actively shunned as being filthy and perverse. What nectar that wasn't lapped up with the demon between her thighs was transferred to her own lips and enjoyed with many moans and utterance of curses and praises alike. Once more he found himself inside her, his hips bought back to meet hers. Legs lifted up to rest against his broad chest and defined abdominals. Ankles locked behind his head when it lowered to watch her caress her writhing body. Upon yet another countless orgasm, he himself shuddered and released himself inside of her. Her eyes shot open wide. Lips parted in silent scream. She was being filled, completely and utterly, unknowingly to a degree she would never feel from another lover again. While she lay there panting, eyes glassy and lips smiling, he came off the bed with an ease that spoke none of the vigorous stamina he must have exerted over the last countless climaxes and screams. Before he exited back into the shadows, he looked to the mirror by the bedroom door, and then past it to the door itself, and smiled. He aimed that white, almost fanged, grin at me. I, who had stood in the doorway, and watched the whole scene unfold. He, who had enjoyed the fruits of my mismanaged labor. My mother, who lay changed forever on the bed, still catching her breath. And with a crack of his thin tail, he vanished. A powerful passage indeed. When I had pulled myself from the trance it put me in, I grinned at the evidence I was now holding. This vulgar piece would be a surefire way to get Vivika removed not only from my class, but possibly the school entirely. I did not bother to grade it, or any other papers, that night. I wanted it to be fresh when I handed it to Daley the following day. Daley, once again, would be an unwitting partner in my crusade.. I had brought the essay to him first thing in the morning. I sat there, trying to hide my smile and play the part of the concerned teacher who only wanted to see Vivika held accountable for her actions and to get the help she needed. I was surprised he had read through the whole thing. I imagined at the first sight of the word "breast" he would blush, shove the paper back to me, and pick up the phone. Yet he sat, transfixed as I was, and when he finished he readjusted himself in his chair and addressed me. "I don't really see what the problem here is, Mr. Harper," he said, his voice cracking at first. "What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, dropping my act of concerned educator and speaking with honest shock. "This is filth! Pornographic filth! By one of your students!" I embellished a bit my outrage with the content. "You can't possibly be okay with this!" "Come now, Mr. Harper," he started, trying to calm me with his tone. "This is just how the kids talk nowadays. What with your Twilight and your Fifty Shades and your sexting, this is just the norm for kids today. I'll admit the content is not...ideal for a student, though. Certainly not extreme enough for you to have come in here this morning." I could give no response other than my agape silence. "In fact, I would think you should be happy. This student's work is not bad. A lot better than what the students in that class tend to turn in, as I understand it," he went on to explain, and that's when I formulated my next idea. I did in fact have evidence to help get her out of my class, but it just wasn't the content I thought I would need. "You're right, yes you're right. This student, as well as Vanessa and Valentina, have been showing some great promise in my class. I was shocked by the content, but the structure is leagues ahead of anyone else in the class," I conceded, putting back on an act to further my goals. "although Valentina and Vanessa are doing better, as well," I made sure to amend, not wanting just Vivika out of my class. "These girls are showing some real improvement," I explained, my tone becoming more positive with each thought. "In fact, they may not need my class anymore." I wanted to go on, to say they should be moved back into the regular classroom, but I didn't want to sound demanding, not like last time. "Well let's not get ahead of ourselves, Mr. Harper. It's still late in the school year; moving students back after this time is rare," he reminded me. He could see the defeat forming on my face, and with some empathy he sighed and said, "But it's not unheard of. I'll keep an eye on the situation, see what I can do. I wouldn't want you to have too much on your plate with your class." I left the office with a new sense of hope. I felt I finally had them. Their removal wouldn't be immediate, nor would their being out of my class solve all my problems, but at least I would be able to get some real work done. Too often any attempts at actual teaching were interrupted by a dip in cleavage or flash of panties. The next few days I gave the class relatively easy assignments. Somehow most were still flying under the average, but the progress of the class didn't concern me. As soon as the girls' papers came my way, I passed them with flying colors. Once Daley saw my grade book, he'd see how much better the girls were doing and how little they needed my instruction. One day, I returned to class after lunch to find Vanessa missing. This time, I made sure to keep my laptop closed. Once again, the girls proved to be one step ahead of me. The moment I sat down behind my desk, I felt deft hands working near my crotch. Nearly leaping out of my chair with a start, I saw the blonde beauty hidden under my desk, smiling up at me. I played the shock off, for the class, like I had seen a mouse, which unfortunately go them riled up too. I managed to calm them all down as my own heart beat raced faster and faster. Vanessa was sparing no seconds getting my cock out of my pants. Throughout the class I had to teach while sitting at my desk. While I went over the lesson, Vanessa dragged her tongue over my flesh. Always avoiding the head. Once my shaft was soaked in her saliva, she took the engorged helmet and played with it between her lips. I could feel those eyes of hers on me, watching my face as I did my best to keep my composure and not let on what was happening below. At one point her hands and lips left me, the cool air running across my wet flesh. I made the mistake of looking down under my desk, curious why she had stopped. Now she was trying to work buttoned shirt open. Some trouble was to be had in the cramped space, and she even bumped her head on the wood above her. I had to play that off with a cough. A weak ploy, but I doubted any of the students suspected there was a busty bimbo below my desk, taking a break from a blowjob to wrestle her tits out of her shirt. All except two. Clearly she wanted to turn the blowjob into a titjob, but the cramped quarters did not allow for that. With a huff, she returned to enveloping my cock with her lips and tongue, and instead played with her tits rather than wrapping them around me. When she grabbed my hand with slick fingers and pulled it to her sticky nipple, I could tell she had been playing with herself. Now I too was playing with her. Palming her heavy tit, pinching and pulling her erect nipple. How did an 18 year old manage to get such perfect breasts? No, not breasts. Breasts feed children. She had tits. Tits were purely for pleasure. And these considerable melons were all about giving and receiving pleasure. While class was dismissing, I filled her mouth and throat with my seed. Not a drop was wasted, her lips never leaving my rod until my hips stop lurching up to meet her face. As the noise of the departing class faded into the hallway, I could hear her give a final gulp of her meal. Clear of witnesses, I slid my chair back and begged her to emerge from under my desk. Standing between me and my papers, she covered herself back up and wiped her plump lips clean with her tongue. "Thanks for the meal, Mr. Harper," she cooed, rubbing her exposed belly. "I missed lunch." She departed to meet Vivika and Val who were waiting for her outside my door. Another day, I was walking down the hall, ready to hit up the teacher's lounge to have lunch. Suddenly, I was grabbed and yanked into another room. Science classrooms are always the easiest to identify, with the equipment lining the walls and the long black tables filling the middle of the space. The room was empty, save for me and Valentina, my captor. "What the hell are you doing?" I pointlessly asked as I was dragged over to one of the smooth black tables. "I have a game coming up in an hour, and I need to get ready," she explained, as if that would clear up any of the questions I obviously had. "So then shouldn't you be practicing? On the field, in the locker room? Something like that?" She huffed, blowing a long bang from in front of her pierced and annoyed face. "I don't need anything like that. What I need is to get fucked." My silence clearly told her of my confusion. "Before every game, I make myself come." I licked my lips at the thought of her in the locker room, stretched out on a bench, a toy buried deep inside. "Today, like an idiot, I left my dildo at home," she went on to explain, turning her back to me and then yanking her shorts down to her knees. Bent over the table, she displayed her naked and wet pussy, demanding to be used. "Well, come on!" she demanded. "I don't know how much longer this room is going to be free, so you better work fast." Perhaps I could have ran, but I suspected there could be a chance either or both of the remaining V-girls were at the doors; not to guard from someone coming in, but to keep me from leaving. And truthfully, I didn't want to leave, not after seeing her brown slit welcoming me. I only got to be inside her pussy for a few minutes. Then she pushed me back, slicked her fingers into herself, and then worked the juices into her asshole. Foolishly I tried to put myself back into her pussy. She cursed me, and corrected my path to her wet asshole. "Let's go! I'm tired of not having a cock in my ass," she crudely stated. Twice as tight as her pussy, it took me awhile to build up the pace and rhythm she was demanding from me. She wanted it hard, fast, and rough. I was happy to oblige after she called me a dumb asshole for the 50th time. I slapped her ass as I fucked it, and pulled her short hair when her moans were interrupted by insults. She laughed at this. Licking her lips and teeth, she looked back over her shoulder at me, egging me on further. English for Sinners Ch. 06 Ready to come, I tried to pull out, but she stopped me. She knew the difference between pulling out with the intent to push back, and pulling out to leave her empty. Val started gyrating her hips against me, my cock inside of her to the hilt, and soon enough I came inside of her. Spent and still, she started to rub her pussy vigorously, no doubt working her pierced clit so she could come. I think the idea of having me cum in her ass is what gave her the spark she needed. Finally pulled out, she pulled her shorts back up before the first escaping drop could make it past her pert cheeks. She wanted to play with me inside of her. She gave her ass a shake and giggled at the feeling before spanking it just once. "Thanks, Mr. Harper. I think I'm going to play one of my best games yet, now," she said in a tone far sweeter than what she had been yelling at me with before. As I read in the school paper, she did indeed play a fantastic game. I worried about the precedent this would set with us, now. Athletes can be very superstitious, and any actions taken before a great game have to be repeated to get the same success. After a week from my initial visit with Mr. Daley, he came to visit me. I hadn't expected him to come so soon, or really at all. I wanted another week of grades to show him, as I didn't want to seem too eager to get the girls out of my class (though I was). "Mr. Harper, do you have a moment?" he asked, standing in the doorway and waiting for me to confirm my free time before he came in. "Of course, what can I do for you?" "It's about the grades of those three girls you wanted me to keep an eye on." "Yes of course. I was going to send you a copy of my grade book next week. They've really shown a lot of improvement," I eagerly explained. "Yes, well, I don't think that will be necessary," he told me, matching my confused look with one of concern. "I've been looking at the work myself, actually. I wanted to see just how they were improving. What areas of the subject they were showing most promise in." I was confused by his forward actions, taking the initiative to actually go over their work rather than just read the percentages. Still, I was confident their work would speak for itself. "Yes, and?" I lead him to continue. "Mr. Harper, I know you want these girls to succeed, but this is hardly the way to do it," he cryptically put. "What are you talking about?" "Have you even looked at their assignments? I'm not an English teacher, Mr. Harper, but even I know when a student has failed an assignment like these," he accused, putting an example down on my desk. It was a photo copied assignment he made. At the top was my passing grade I had given Vanessa. Throughout the paper, however, were numerous red marks he had made where he saw errors. What a fool I was. "And she's not the only one. Valentina and Vivika have also shown considerable decline in their assignments," he went on to prove with more work he had lifted from my books and made copies of. I stared, dumbfounded at the scene. Not at how poorly the girls were doing, but how foolish I had been to get so careless. I should have gone through their papers, read over every answer. I should have given them written assignments, not these worksheets. At least then I could have fudged the definition of "correct," been more subjective so I would have a case to pass them no matter the answers. Instead I thought worksheets, designed for middle schoolers, would be so easily answered that I would assure their passing of the assignment. Clearly, they saw through this, and tanked almost every question. "This certainly doesn't look good, Mr. Harper," Daley said when I was half way through the evidence. "But you're a good teacher, so I'm going to assume you were just eager to see these girls do well, but this clearly isn't the way to do it." I couldn't reply. My mind was too busy thinking of how I could weasel my way out of this, how to explain how they really had passed the assignments and really should be moved onto another class, but I was coming up empty. Then Daley floored me for a second time. "In fact, I think these girls could do with some after school tutoring," he started, and my heart sank into my stomach, knowing what was to come next. "And to make up for this obvious oversight, I think you should be the one to tutor them." English for Sinners Ch. 07 All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** They left me alone most of the day, at least, prior to the tutoring session I had been sentenced to lead. Oh sure, they wore provocative clothing. Corsets, torn t-shirts, skirts and tight pants. A bra strap peeking out, the hem of panties barely shown but highly visible; the bright pink contrasting with the pitch black pants. Still, there was no unnecessary bending over, facing me or otherwise. No suggestively nibbling and sucking on fingers and pens. Certainly no being pulled into a janitor's closet for a quick release. In fact, other than answering for roll call, they seemed to ignore me completely. If I was lucky, they didn't even know about the tutoring session (maybe Daley assumed I would inform them) and, if I was really lucky, they will have gotten bored of me and the anxiety nightmare I had been living would be over. I am not lucky. At least not in the way I was hoping. With the school nearly empty, I waited in my room for the girls to show up to the tutoring session. I was committed to leave if they were even a minute late. Wear some guise that I was teaching them a lesson in punctuality. A perk of being a teacher is doing something out of the ordinary under the pretense of teaching a valuable lesson. The moment the red second hand slapped itself onto the 12, and the hour was five, they showed up. I hadn't a chance to grab my bag and leave. One by one they filed in. Their eyes catching mine and never let go as the girls took their seats at the front of the class. They had changed their outfits from earlier, which had been plenty revealing already but it looks like they wanted to do a little more. Vanessa's t-shirt was a size or two too small, allowing her generous chest to stand prominently. Her light blue bra stood out against the darker shade of her shirt, and showed through the various rips and tears (no doubt intentionally) that peeled her shirt to near ribbons. Her matching thong panties rode up along her wide hips, rising from the low hem of her otherwise modest blue jeans - though they too had their own share of holes in the fabric, showing off her skin. While Vanessa was showcasing her best attributes, so was Van with her outfit. Her perky and athletic body was poured into those black leather pants. Green flames embroidered into the legs reached up toward her ass, which struggled to not pop the tight stitching keeping her clothes together. The hem was so low that her pelvic area was almost shown, and just the hint of the crack of her ass was. A short cropped top that hung a couple of inches past her pierced and obviously braless tits. The whole outfit added so little modesty that I had to wonder if there was any point to just not showing up naked. Vivika, as always, dressed more modestly, but in her modesty she carried an allure that added more to her sexuality. Skirt and corset, both mixes of deep reds and black. Her clothing accentuating her rounded curves. Fitted so they would give a glimpse of her more intimate areas but hide them away the instant your eyes lingered too long. Since I had seen her naked, I had hoped some of the mystery would wear off and her enchantment over me would fade. The way her dark stockings on her legs and arms drew my eyes to her breasts and thighs convinced me I was more entranced than ever. I stood immediately after they sat. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of becoming erect and being forced to lecture them from my seat. "Look, you know you're being here is unnecessary," I started in a firm tone. "There's no reason to pretend you're here to learn so let's just wait out the clock and go out separate ways." I punctuated the statement by setting the egg timer for 60 minutes - exactly how long I was meant to tutor them. "You're right, Mr. Harper," Vivika spoke up with more confidence than I myself was able to muster. "We're not here to learn. We're here to fuck." I did my best to stare her down, keep my eyes locked to her emerald glare, but I could feel my resolve faltering. She was approaching me, now, but I kept my eyes on her. I knew if I moved them away from her for a moment I would get lost in her beautiful body. Before I realized what was happening, Viv was standing right in front of me. My determination to keep my eyes on hers had only allowed her to put another spell on me. Just as I thought of a retort, something to send her back to her seat and reestablish some dominance, her lips were upon me. My god her lips were divine. Heaven sent. Or hell. I guess I would know by the end of all this to whom credit was due. It's odd that I got to see her naked, got to see her masturbate, before I kissed her but then what about my situation has been normal so far? I'd like to say I fought back, that I at least resisted, but I didn't. After the first few sparks from her lips, I was all over her. My hands grabbed at her curves and pulled her to me. I grabbed her leg and raised it up against my hip, fingers sliding under her stocking. I heard giggling, amused by my weakness, but I didn't care. The moment my hand touched the first slight curve to her ass, I fell back onto my chair, without Vivika. My hands braced my fall by grabbing the arm rests, and then they were cuffed there. To my right, Vanessa had cuffed one wrist with a fuzzy blue pair of cuffs. To my left, Val took care of the other wrist with a bare metal set. All three stood around me, looking down at me, with knowing smirks. Their collective perfumes mixed together around me, creating a cocktail of sensuous scents. "Now, Mr. Harper, we're going to use our time wisely and you're going to sit there and watch. Or don't, if you can manage," Vivika posed, her last statement causing her friends to laugh. "We're very inclusive, though, Mr. Harper," she started back up, now leaning forward with her hands on my bound wrists. "If you want to join us, all you need to do is ask," she punctuated by licking her lips slowly, tempting me with what I had for only a fleeting moment. "But," she said, standing back up as her tone changed, "If you make it the full hour without participating, well I guess that means you really don't want us around. So I promise that we'll all leave you alone, if you can do that." With the terms set, she made a gesture of crossing her heart, and Van and Val mimicked immediately after. "We don't want you getting uncomfortable while you wait, Mr. Harper," Vanessa offered from between my knees, while she rested on her own. As she had numerous times before, Van pulled down the fly of my pants and wrestled out my cock, letting it rest soft on my thigh. Seemingly by instinct she made a move to taste the freed part of my anatomy, but Val stopped her. "Nuh uh, 'nessa," Val scolded, stopping her approach with a hand to the blonde's chin. "If he wants to play, he has to ask," she continued after turning Van's face toward her. After seeing the busty girl pout, Val smiled and joined her between my legs. "If you have to put something in your mouth, how about this?" she offered, then sealed her green-painted lips onto Van's plumper tiers. Inches from my cock they made out. Lips smacking, tongues sliding, teeth nibbling. My legs were pushed further apart by their writhing bodies so they had more room to caress one another. While the scene escalated, Van's hands squeezing Val's ass greedily and Val returning the groping to Van's breasts, Viv worked on destroying what was left of my resolve. "It's impossible to look away, isn't it?" she whispered hotly against my ear. Her voice was low, sexual and seductive. "They really are passionate for each other. You know it was Val who introduced Van to me," she started to explain while massaging my chest with her left hand. "Before, I tried getting Vanessa to join me, be with me, but she wasn't interested. Can you believe that? Then Val came along. She was an easy get, so desperate for a good lay. Someone who could keep up with her. All the boys in this school tap out so quickly, and I think some are even afraid of how aggressive she can be." Her story was accompanied by a score of moans and the wet sounds of intense kissing, near my lap. "Val was able to convince Van to be with us, easily. I don't know what she did, but I think Van just needed to be treated like a slut. Don't you think so?" she rhetorically asked. "I went about it all wrong. Trying to seduce Van, take it slow, let her come to me. But Val, mmm, she just pounced on her right away. Funny thing is, she wasn't a slut before she met Val. In fact, she was a virgin! Shocking, I know, but true. A body made for sin, locked behind an unsure heart. I had the pleasure of watching Val break every one of her cherries." Now her sentences were framed by kisses and nibbles to my ear. "Maybe it's not fair to call her a slut. She doesn't sleep around, after all. Just Val and I. And you, of course. Then again, her appetite is insatiable," Viv moaned into my ear when Van's shirt came off. "You don't want to deprive this girl of your hard cock, do you? Poor thing is desperate for sex, and I don't think Val and I can give her all she needs anymore. She definitely has an oral fixation, don't you agree?" she asked, watching, with me, Val's left nipple piercing disappear between Vanessa's lips. "But if Vanessa has an oral fixation, then Val is definitely stuck in the anal stage, wouldn't you agree?" She asked, obviously referring to when I fucked her in the ass a few days ago. "Sometimes I think she works out so much and got into sports just to tone up that perfect ass of hers. Art like that should be appreciated, respected. Mmm, one of my favorite things to do is shove my face between her tan cheeks and eat out her asshole while Van sucks on her pretty pierced pussy," Viv lewdly revealed, her breath becoming hotter and more rapid against my ear and neck. "What about you?" I spoke up. The sudden interaction caused her to stop, though Vanessa and Val were lost in their own world and didn't react. "What's your modus operandi?" "Me? Well, I get off on seeing others in extreme pleasure," she answered, licking my neck from nape to just below my ear, "and pain," she added with a sharp bite to my lobe. I tensed up, but wasn't in enough pain to cry out. Then her right hand came up and dragged damp fingers along the right and left sides of my neck. With a snap of her fingers, the other two girls stopped and looked up at me. First at my cock, and then to my neck, where they latched their lips onto the wet spots Viv had put there with her fingers. Vanessa pressed her bare breasts against my shoulder, and Val used her tongue and lip piercings to the full influence on my skin. And dead ahead was Vivika, slowly peeling off her clothes like she had days earlier on my computer screen. I was trapped. If I turned my gaze away to the left, there was Val grinding her covered crotch against my arm. If I went right, my face would be buried in warm, teenage, cleavage. Certainly I could have slammed my eyes closed, dropped my head low and did my best to ignore the sounds and touch of the surrounding sex. Yet I looked on, my gaze traveling with each piece of clothing Viv peeled off. When she was down to just her thong panties, her partners in crime slid off of me, and I could see the evidence in my lap that their plan was working. Vivika, nearly nude, became all business when she instructed her girls to set up for the next phase, I guess you could call it. Val too pleasure in clearing off my desk, and Van simply pushed my chair up to the edge so I wouldn't miss a beat. Meanwhile, Vivika was going through her bag, and when she came back into my field of view, she was holding a purple scarf in one hand, and a black dildo in the other. Vanessa and Val took their seats on my desk, their eager bodies fidgeting on the wood surface while they watched. Vivika stood between me and the desk, though was mindful not to obstruct my view of the girls. "It's time you see what we're really capable of, Mr. Harper." With that vague statement, almost a threat, she handed the toy to Van. Now the cloth was being dragged along my erect cock, the fabric tickling my sensitive flesh. It felt electric when the cloth covered my mast, and I squirmed at the foreign feeling. All the while, Vivika whispered to herself, though I think even if I could hear her I wouldn't understand what the words she was saying. After a pause in her soft chanting, she took the cloth and ran it along the toy in the same manner she had with me. When she was done, I could detect a slight purple sheen to the toy. To finish, she tied the fabric around the base of my cock. I nearly came when her finger tips grazed me, but her movements were too deft to make any lasting effect on my flesh. Now that I was bound, Vivika took back the toy and demonstrated just what they were capable of. A simple kiss to the head of the fake cock, and I swore I could feel her lips on my cock head. She passed it to Van, and she too kissed and licked, and again I felt the effects as if it was my dick they toyed with. Val was last, but most effective, dragging her piercings against the plastic toy and sending the sensation to my body. "How...how are you doing this?" I begged. "There's more to us than just our bodies and sexual appetites, Mr. Harper," Vivika answered. "Agree to our rules, and you'll learn all about just how interesting we can make your life." Satisfied with my obvious confusion, Vivika hopped up onto the desk and sat with her classmates. In moments they were a tangle of legs and arms. Caressing and pulling on one another. Breasts lay on cheeks, legs wrapped around hips, and hands grabbed and squeezed at every available curve. And in the middle of it all was a seemingly innocuous toy. Wherever the toy went, I felt on my own anatomy. Between breasts and buttocks it, and by extension I, traveled. Licked and sucked. Gripped and rubbed. Many times I felt the need to release, and release never came. Vivika noticed this and laughed. "Struggling, aren't you, Mr. Harper?" she teased while Vanessa and Val looked on, giggling but attention focused primarily on each other. "You feel everything the toy does, but if the toy can't cum, then neither can you," she explained while running the head of the dildo across her curves, tracing the subtle muscles on her tummy and thighs. "But if you want to tag in, in its place, just ask." My silence was my refusal, and so Vivika did what she had to, to win. My dick was subject to pleasures that would have otherwise been impossible without this spell she had cast. The toy was shared between Van and Val, an end for each to be sucked into their mouths. They lay the toy on Val's taught belly and Vivika lay atop her, pressing her flat tummy against the dildo so I was sandwiched between them. Val squeezed the object between her incredibly strong thighs. Bent over the desk, and receiving spankings from both Van and Vivika. I felt the reverberations of the strikes through her body and into the toy. Then Van took the false dick between her tits and squeezed them together while Viv and Val sucked on her tender and sensitive nipples and flesh. Of course, it all paled in comparison to when they started to insert the toy between their nether lips. In and out, passed between girls. I could be in one for a few pumps, then another for what seemed like an eternity. Each girl was different, and now more than ever that was evident as I was traded between them so quickly. First I was inside Vanessa, or at least the toy was, but it felt so real. While Val worked the dildo in and out of her slick embrace, Vivika used her lips on Van's clit. Every so often I would feel her lips graze against the plastic surface of this magical device. I had to wince when Val pulled it out. She pulled it out with her mouth, her teeth clenched tight at the base of the toy, her tongue flicking at the underside. I'm not sure how to describe the feeling of having the base of my cock licked, in a spot that would be impossible under normal circumstances. However, it was certainly a positive feeling. Emancipated from the drooling pussy, Val dropped the toy into her lap, which felt quite strange on my end. Feeling my cock actually fall from a height and land on her thighs. Vivika grabbed it from her, and gave a gesture that told Val to stand on the floor and bend over the desk. Never one to do things right away, Vivika drew out the inevitable by dragging the toy along Val's every tight curve and flexing muscle. Val kept herself busy by cleaning up the mess Vanessa made on my desk, but only caused more juices to spill when her mouth latched onto Van's lower lips. Vivika was slowly working Val's pants, slowly in part to entice and because of how tight they were. It wasn't enough to set the toy down while she used both hands. No, she had to hold it between her legs. A few times I could feel it slip, but she would just squeeze tighter to keep it from falling to the floor. I'm sure she held off on inserting it into herself so she could use that as some kind of finale; or simply the act was to drive me crazy and wish I could be inside her finally. It was working. One the pants were off, she ran the shaft up and down against her dripping lips to apply another coat of fluid. Slick and ready, the toy entered into Val's ass, grazing against her pert cheeks and fighting against the tight inner muscles. "Fuck, Vi!" Val exclaimed, partly muffled by Vanessa's twitching lap. "Any deeper and I'm gonna cum." "Please do," Vi smartly replied. "I'm thirsty." Slowly she applied the dildo inside of her, and began to turn and twist it like a corkscrew, something I would be unable to do on my own. A wild sensation. Part of me wanted to actually be inside of her hot ass, but part of my wanted to see what else they could accomplish through this plastic proxy. Now hanging half way out her ass, the toy hung unaided while Vivika sank to her knees and helped Val along to her promised orgasm, mouth at the source to drink in the soon to be released juices. Val and Van shared their orgasms, with the former screaming obscenities into the latter's crotch, legs wrapped tightly around Val's head to keep her there. I think, were one girl able to have half the fake cock in her while another had the other in her pussy, as well, I would have cracked sooner. But I did crack. When Viv had her mouth around the other end of the toy in Val's ass, and was doing inhuman things with her tongue to it while Val squeezed the other end, pulling it deeper inside of her. "Please..." I meekly uttered. "What was that?" Vivika asked, the dick still in her mouth. She let it slip out and asked again. "Can you repeat that, Mr. Harper?" "Please." "Please what?" she pressed. "I want..." "Want what?" she interrogated, picking up my head from looking down at my lap in humiliation. "I want to fuck you," I finally admitted. "No," she said, crushing my heart. "You need to fuck me," she clarified, lifting me up from the despair I felt for only a moment. "But we'll work on that later. For now..." she trailed off, letting my neck support the weight of my head again after she released my chin. I watched with bated breath as she pulled the dick out of Val and tossed it to Vanessa. I jerked when she caught it, just barely, but made up for it by letting it rest between her lovely breasts and squeezed them together around it. Val kissed the head tenderly. Vivika untied the cloth from my cock, yet I could still feel the sensations being applied to the dildo. That spell ended when she tore the cloth down the middle. I swear I saw purple sparks leap across the rip, but my mind clearly could not be trusted. With the effect undone, I no longer had a link to the dildo. Seeing this, Van and Val grew tired of it and tossed it to the floor, focusing now just on each other's bodies while Vivika focused on me. Slowly and simply, she placed a kiss on the head of my cock. I exploded immediately, though she clearly knew that was coming. Closing her eyes, she let her face take the first blow, but then aimed my head at her chest and let her ample bosom take the rest. English for Sinners Ch. 07 "They're waiting for you," Vivika said after sucking a scoop of my cum from her finger, swiped from her cheek. Indeed they were, Val and Van, lying on my desk. Val straddling Vanessa perfectly, and when Vanessa saw me get up, the cuffs undone after Vivika finished cleaning her face, my cock still hard, she locked her legs behind Val's knees and kept her pinned to herself - pussy laying atop pussy. Vanessa kept Val snug between her heavy breasts while she watched me, keeping Val oblivious to my approach. I wasted no time, and pressed my cock head between the two pussies and swiftly slid the rest of my shaft between them. Val squeaked cutely around Van's nipple when my cockhead brushed up against her pierced clit hood. "Come on and fuck me, Mr. Harper," Val commanded, lifting her head up from Van's plump tit. Looking over her shoulder at me with her green eyes behind emerald shaded lids. Some of her dark green lipstick had come off by this point and could be found all in specific locations on Van's body. "No, Mr. Harper," Vanessa pleaded. "Fuck me first." "I asked first, Van!" Val snapped at her friend. "So? He's already fucked you twice. He's only ever fucked me once," Vanessa reasoned. "Yea, but you've had his dick in your more than anyone," Val chided. "It's not my fault you prefer to suck cock than to fuck cock." Vanessa gasped at Val's retort, and pulled her head between her tits and squished them together to punish her. I could feel Val's hand reaching down between them, and her thin fingers pushed my cock away so she would have room to pinch and flick Vanessa's clit. While the girl's fault, I slipped my meat between Val's cheeks, and plumped slowly as I massaged the firm muscles that surrounded it. I felt Vivika's breasts against my back before her hands slithered down my chest, arms at my side as she held me close. "Fuck Val first," she whispered into my ear before nibbling on it briefly. "I'll keep Vanessa happy until you're ready to fuck her too." As good an idea as any. I was certainly in no state to come up with how to settle the debate. All the blood from my head had flowed to the other. I pressed my cock back between the girls, but this time I aimed it toward Val's dripping, pierced, slit. She mewed with pleasure, one of the view times she let herself appear vulnerable and not in control. Vanessa pouted at the sound, knowing that I had chosen Val over her. Before she could protest, Vivika pressed her head back down the desk and forced her to look up at her. Smiling, Vanessa met her lips with Vivika's and the two re-enacted the famous kiss scene from "Spider-Man." Though I had been inside Val earlier, by proxy, this was much better. Perhaps it was because I could move my hips to the demands of my rising pleasure. Perhaps it was because Val liked to gyrated her hips, grinding her ass against me, while I fucked her. No doubt it was a combination of both. And no doubt watching Vivika lean over Vanessa and have her suckle at her hanging breasts added to the whole experience. My eyes were locked on Vivika's, my hips movement automatically. "Mr. Harper," Val weakly said, pulling my gaze to her. She was looking over shoulder, her mouth covered by her arm before she revealed her pierced lips to say, "Play with my ass." The syllables were broken up by a moan and chirp in her voice each time I pushed back into her. I didn't know if she wanted to massage, spank, or insert a finger into, her ass. Unlike the dilemma of who to fuck first, I didn't have to choose just one. Palms moved from her hips to her cheeks, my fingertips grazing the tramp scrawled across the dimples above her ass. With two handfuls of her toned tush, I squeezed hard enough to elicit a yelp. She broke away from Vanessa's breasts to utter another explicative, and then she resumed massaging her friend's tits while I massaged her ass. After kneading her flesh, I struck it decisively and swiftly. She shot up with a start, and I used this to my advantage. Pulling her back up against me, she stood upright, looking at me briefly before staring back at her friends enjoying each other's breasts. With my left hand I reached up and pressed against her right cheek, moving her head to the side so her neck bared itself to me. I kissed and nipped along the tattoos from her shoulders and chest that had creeped up neck. She let out a honeyed sigh and I pressed my thumb to her quivering lip. She graciously sucked on my thumb. Having what I needed, I pressed against her back and sent her back to lay with her friends. My saliva-coated digit circled her hole and pressed inward after I gave her one more spank. I had become a man possessed. I realized that before, I had only had sex with these girls, at most. Now I was fucking them. I was enacting every perverse thought, born of some porno or my own sexual desires, that stirred in my unconscious mind. Fucking her faster now, my hips slammed against her ass. Her thighs roughly bumped against the edge of my oak desk, but her cries of pleasure told me, at least, she didn't mind, and at most, she loved it. One hand on her hip, a thumb still twitching inside her asshole, the other gripped her short crop of hair and pulled. For a moment I saw her tongue hang out between forming more curse words and crying my name. Vivika and Vanessa were no longer fixated on each other, and instead watched my body dominate this star athlete. Moments after I felt her squeeze me tighter than she had before, I pulled myself free of the wet hole and released myself on her pert and perfect ass. The same ass that so many high school boys (and girls, I'm sure) lusted after while they watched her score the winning goal or ran across the track. Val stood up, slowly, keeping her back arched like a cat. Running her hands down her tender breasts and then gradually to her back, where they landed on her ass. She rubbed the seed into her skin, moaning audibly licking her lips. Although I could stay hard through my first orgasm, my second sapped the stiffness from my shaft. Luckily, Vivika was already there by my side, on her knees, salivating at the duty she was about to perform. Vivika was quick and decisive. This was not purely for my pleasure, but rather to get me hard again for Vanessa. Sweet Vanessa. Still sprawled out on my desk, panting from the orgasm Val and Viv helped her obtain. When she realized I had climaxed myself, with Vivika eagerly trying to get me back into performing shape, Vanessa slid off my desk and sauntered over to me. Even her graceful, smooth, walk caused her heavy tits to jiggle with every planting of her foot to the ground. I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and held her close. I wanted her breasts pressed against my chest and side. I could feel her erect nipples rubbing against my bare chest after she removed my shirt. Her lips tasted like a mix of blueberries and cinnamon. No doubt the former was her own lip gloss, and the latter something Vivika left behind. My cock was filling Vivika's mouth and soon grew too big for her to take it all in at once. When I felt that familiar rigidity down below, I nodded to Vivika that I was ready for Vanessa's turn. I left Vanessa's eager side, her lips kissing at the air for a moment after I pulled away, and laid myself down upon the desk. Beckoning her over, I smiled at Vanessa and she blushed. Of all the times for such a gesture. Vanessa climbed back onto the wooden desk and straddled my hips. Delicately she aimed my cock at her hovering pussy. She went slowly. I think because she was still tender, though no less eager. She was shaking a bit, and her sapphire eyes begged for guidance. My hands guided her hips down slowly. The last third of the way I pressed down forcefully. The sudden movement caused her breasts to bounce and a cry to escape her lips. The shiver in her body faded slowly into stillness. She stood erect for a moment. Still biting her lip and looking at the ceiling, she began to rotate her hips against mine. Vanessa moved like this for a bit, not removing an inch of me from her pussy until she was ready. I looked over at Val and saw Vivika blocking my view. Val was sitting at her desk, and Vivika was bent over, kissing her loudly and swaying her hips. I like to think she knew I was watching. I noted the moisture on her inner thighs and smirked. I was brought back to attention when Vanessa started to pump herself up and down around me. Her tits shook with each fall. Their movement enticed me more than their shape and I reached up to hold them. Her hands rested over mine and guided my movements against her large breasts. Kneading her tits spurred Vanessa on, and her pace quickened. Her plump ass clapped against my thighs with each aggressive thrust down. I was pinching her nipples, pulling on them. When I released her tender nubs, her tits took on their regular shape, again. I wanted her to go faster, I wanted to fuck her harder. While it was hard to pull my hands away from her enthralling chest, I had to in order to guide her hips again. My own thrust up into her when she was high enough above me. Vanessa hugged her tits to her body and pressed them together. Lifting one up, she licked at the top and then repeated for the other. When it all became too much for her, she fell forward, bracing her hands on my chest. One of her eager hands reached between us and was working fervently on her clit. The other kept her steady. When blue shadowed lids lifted to reveal sparkling sapphires, she saw my face and let herself go. She dropped onto my chest and immediately pressed her lips against mine. She kissed me with the same vigor and passion that moved her hips. I spanked her ass. Then again because I enjoyed the way she yelped and then bit my lip to retaliate. Then, of course, a few more times. When she finally came, she came hard. Sweat from her body mixed with mine. I was still pumping away, but she had become so tender she couldn't bare the sensation anymore. She pulled off of my lap, but she made it up to me by saying, "Cum on my tits, Mr. Harper. Cum on my fat, slutty, tits," she crudely described. "Cum on my tits just like you came on Val's ass." Giving me no option to refuse, she slid off of my own sweaty body and kneeled on the floor for me. She looked so eager and excited, even through her exhaustion. How could I refuse. I gave her several good pumps' worth of my cum, all over her tits just as she requested. She moaned the whole time. She moaned the whole time while she rubbed the cum against her breasts, too. Naturally, my cock was tired and worn, but looking at Vivika, sitting on Val's desk while Val sat its attached chair, kissing her back and massaging her thighs, I found the strength to press on. As magical as it was, time still went on. A fact I was alerted to when the egg timer went off. For a moment, I saw the same pout on Vivika's face that I wore on my own. Although there was no set law that we had to stop, I knew that's entirely what she intended when the pout turned into a smirk. "It seems time is up, Mr. Harper," she teased. "Why?" I asked, stepping forward past Vanessa, still on her knees. "No one is coming by. The janitor already took out the trash here so we won't be bothered." Vivika slid off the desk and approached me. "Because those were the rules. If only you had succumbed to your baser instincts sooner..." she lamented. I gave her a face that could growl. "Besides, before you fuck me, I need to be sure you are prepared for the consequences." "You mean losing my job? Jail? I don't care about any of that," I admitted passionately. "Any risk is worth having you. All of you," I added, looking to both Van and Val. Vivika actually blushed. "Well we're flattered, Mr. Harper," she spoke for herself and the girls, who were now getting dressed, "but what I had in mind is a bit more...intense." "Does it have anything to do with that...spell you put on me?" Now she was giggling. "Sort of. Look, there's too much to explain, and well all need some rest, first. Go home, get rehydrated, and wait for me. I'll come see you tonight and explain everything," she offered as she walked to the door with her friends. "Just what are you, anyway? Witches or something?" I boldly asked. Only after I said the words did I think it may offend them to the point of abandoning me. Vivika's laugh reassured me they weren't done with me yet. "If it helps," she replied, and then left. I lamented her absence, but as she said, this would not be the last time she would see me tonight.